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Chapter 1
By : Timaelan
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The rain had been pouring for over an hour. Its drumming had been soothing at first, but as time went by, the noise was getting on Trunks' nerves. He felt oddly restless and was no longer able to sleep. All he could do by now was sitting on the ground in the dark next to Gohan's sleeping body.
The canopy of a wide tree shielded them from the endless downpour. As crazy as it sounded, the foliage happened to be so thick that it was as helpful as a real roof. Gohan was right. The nature on Kenam was somewhat amazing.
The leftovers of their hunt - a sort of wild dear with defenses - was resting a few meters from them. They'd devoured half of it as if they'd been starving for days and as a matter of fact, they hadn't tasted any fresh food in weeks.
The scent of earth turning into mud filled the air and almost covered the lingering smell of their prey's blood. The fire had long died out, giving way to the shadows of the night and yet, Trunks' eyes kept searching the night for answers to his restlessness.
The nagging feeling that something was wrong plagued his mind, but he'd eventually come to the conclusion that it was mostly due to the fact that he was nearing a crossroad in his life. In a few hours, Chard would be back with the natives' leader. In a few days, Chard's men would be back with a handful of Kenam's survivors. In a fortnight, Trunks would be back to Vegitasei and whatever would happen after that was filling the young Prince with angst.
He would have to face Goten's official death once and for all and he wasn't sure he would be able to make it. He'd been infuriated to hear of Vegitasei's decision to give up the search for his friend and he'd claimed that he would force them back to it, but it had been an easy thing to say to Gohan by blaming him for his meekness. Arguing with Vegitasei's Council was definitely something else, let alone coaxing his father. Even though the Prince couldn't bear with Goten's loss, he might not be strong enough to stand up the Saiyan Crown in full force. Furthermore, Trunks was well aware that such a behavior would weaken his whole family's position.
Commanding Saiyan warriors to keep wandering the galaxy in search for a single man was a political suicide, even though it was about Bardock's grandson. It would be considered as a selfish whim and the sign of an indecent attachment, considering the Saiyan army would easily survive without Goten. Vegeta would never allow that and no one would support Trunks, not even his mother. He would certainly end up abiding by his Royal duty and accepting Goten's death. The prospect was scary.
Trunks had hoped that Gohan would help him sort things out, but it was quite the opposite actually. First of all, the older Hybrid seemed to consider Trunks' faith as a foolish dream. Gohan was much more experienced than the Prince with death and mourning, and he knew better than rely on Saiyan genes to ensure happy ending in a hostile universe. As a matter of fact, Gohan's opinion was even more confusing that Trunks had turned very keen on the Commander. It was something he had never realized before they had this talk about Pepper. Are you jealous? Yes, he was. Somehow. He liked Gohan by his side. He liked having him as an ally. He liked the older Hybrid's true speech. He liked his attention and he liked him in his bed. That was wrong. He was unwillingly replacing a brother by another and he didn't want to let it happen as these feeling would only end up coaxing him to accept Goten's death more easily. Moreover, he wasn't meant to forge any special bond with anyone save for that Eartling girl he was supposed to marry.
Trunks had tried so hard to be Saiyan and behave as a Saiyan all his life. He'd craved to be acknowledged as such and just when he was about to success, he was snatched back to his Earthling side. How could he ever be the Prince the Saiyan people needed? Maybe the Saiyan Flame was somehow right. Only Saiyans for Saiyans.
He had a deep sigh at that depressing conclusion. He peeked at Gohan's motionless body. The loud drumming of the rain didn't affect the quiet sleeper the least and his face looked incredibly peaceful. Trunks couldn't take it any longer. He stood up and decided to go back to the camp.
He had gone hunting wearing a simple uniform with no jacket, armor or cloak and he was soaked in a split second. Yet, he paid no mind to the water dripping down his locks and into his collar as he made his way through the high weeds and thick bushes. He didn't felt like flying. The dampness of the vegetation and his physical effort to get through were a good way to tame his nervousness.
The darkness was somehow disturbing though. The soldiers' auras in the camp were his only guiding light, but the path to them wasn't straight with countless trees in the way. The ground was bumpy too and he stumbled over roots at some points. He cursed himself for walking rather than flying, when it hit him that flying was a much more Saiyan way to go than walking.
Just when he was about to fly off, a rustling in the foliage caught his attention. He froze and waited for a beast to show up. Against all odds, Pepper's figure leapt out from the shrubs. She was startled by Trunks and repressed a small shriek. "Your Highness?" she whispered.
He frowned in suspicion. He could see wariness shining through her face despite the twilight. "What the fuck are you doing here, Officer Pepper?"
She was breathless as if she'd run all the way long to him. "I'm… looking for you and… my Lord Commander," she replied.
"Why?" he groaned defensively.
"It's… Lord Chard is here. He brought the prisoner with him," she stated.
Trunks eased up at the news. "Huh, already? Great. I was just about to go back."
"Yes, it's… You know nights are much longer on Kenam. So in theory, it's morning already. Where's Lord Gohan by the way?" the female asked in unease.
"Asleep under a tree, a few feet further. Go wake him up. Tell him to join me in the camp," Trunks ordered as he was already ascending the sky. He rocketed away without waiting for her reply.
Chard's return somehow cheered him up. He was definitely fed up with the damn Planet and whatever was to come on Vegitasei had to come now.
Although the sun hadn't risen, most of the soldiers were awake when he reached the camp. A lot of them were standing on the doorsteps of their barracks like ghosts creeping in the twilight, whispering and mumbling to each other while the rain kept pouring. As soon as Trunks touched the ground, every eye shifted to him and everything grew silent.
For some reasons, the young Prince broke a cold sweat at the sight of the army of shadows quietly focusing on him. He did his best to hide it though. The lack of light and the constant downpour were just triggering foolish feelings. "Your Highness," a calm voice called.
The hybrid saw a short man walk to him with cloak and hood on. Trunks needed sometime to recognize the leader of the scientists' team in the camp. "You're back just in time. Lord Chard has just arrived with the prisoner," the Saiyan stated.
"Great news. Where- where are they?"
The scientist pointed at a barrack where lights were on. The Prince knew it was the soldiers' canteen and he assumed Chard had to be starving after his long trip. "And where is the prisoner now?"
"He's with Lord Chard, Your Highness," the scientist answered in a flat voice.
Trunks was surprised by the reply. Chard wasn't the type to care for his prisoners' hunger. Either way, the Prince strode to the barrack. He was in a hurry to hear Chard's report and somewhat curious to see the leader of the uncatchable natives of Kenam.
The canteen was a long room with bare tables and benches. The place was deserted except for the Saiyan Lord sitting at the opposite end of the room with a small creature next to him. Trunks made his way through the empty tables and up to them.
Chard had stopped eating as soon as hi Prince had entered the canteen, but he hadn't stood up to give him the proper salute. Trunks didn't care at this point. He just kept walking closer to the odd couple.
Chard was filthy. His hair was a damp mess, locks stuck with blood and mud. His face was dirty as well and he hadn't tended to the wound on his forehead, which was turning a disturbing black. When he stood right in front of Gohan's Second, Trunks also noted that he had bloodshot eyes. He was certainly lacking sleep and he looked like a savage turned mad.
"Your Highness," the Saiyan saluted his Prince in a raucous voice. He also gave a faint nod, but the proper salute never came.
Trunks studied him in wariness, uncertain if his demeanor was caused by a deep exhaustion, or a disturbing cockiness. Yet, this would be a question for later. The hybrid's eyes drifted to the prisoner. It was a tiny thing, like all the natives of Kenam. Pale skin, huge red eyes, even huger ridiculous ears. The creature stared quietly back at Trunks. He didn't look scared, or even shy and an unexpected tranquility was shining through his peaceful features.
The Prince sat opposite from the native and studied him further for a while. Chard stood up and came around the table to sit next to his Prince. "He doesn't speak our language. I don't think he speaks at all as a matter of fact," the Saiyan stated in a hoarse voice.
He'd leaned closer to Trunks to speak to him and the hybrid shrunk his nose as the officer was frankly reeking. Chard was definitely oblivious of any rules, but Trunks decided this wasn't a matter to be debated in front of a defeated race. "How do you know he's the leader?"
"Well, I'm not quite sure, but a lot of his companions gave their lives to protect him, so I guess this makes him a leader. I'm not even sure it's a male however."
Trunks found himself unable to unlock his eyes from the prisoner's face. He looked so quiet and unaffected, it was confusing. His hair was straight and white like threads and his complexion was so light that the Prince could almost make out the veins running underneath. Only his orbs were a vivid red.
Chard's was breathing loudly beside the Prince and it was getting on his nerves, not to mention his smell was growing suffocating. Trunks would have liked it better to see the prisoner alone in a cell rather than having to endure Chard's gross manners next to him. He wondered why the officer had bothered to keep the prisoner with him in the canteen anyway.
"He's not afraid of us, you know. Take a close look at him and you'll find out," Chard's voice murmured.
Trunks blinked at the suggestion. For an instant, he stopped smelling Chard's reeking and hearing his obnoxious breathing. His mind was blank and confused. It hardly lasted a split second.
Then he felt an awful pain in his shoulder. He tried to yell out of surprise but there was no sound, just blackness.
The next thing his brain processed was shadows dancing on a white ceiling. He was no longer in the canteen. He was lying on a bed and he was dizzy. His first move was to rub haziness out of his face, but his hand wouldn't comply. Actually, no matter how hard he tried, none of his limbs would submit to his will. The feeling was strange, but there was no pain.
He rolled his eyes left and right and recognized one of the medical bay's rooms. The walls were bare and the usual smell of cleanser was floating in the air. A small window allowed him to know it was still night outside. All the lights were switched off and the only glow in the place was a distant moonlight threading its way through the windowpane. Everything was silent hinting everyone was still asleep. Remembering that he'd seen a lot of men that were already awake when he'd been back to the camp, Trunks wondered if he'd been unconscious for the whole day. Yet, the rain still damping his clothes told him otherwise.
He tried to move again but the commands of his brain remained unheard. A dull panic blossomed in his mind at that stubborn paralysis. "-o-kor!" he called. He'd slurred the word, unable to utter properly as his mouth and tongue were numb.
As an answer, he sensed a swift move in the shadowed corner of the room.
"Hey, what do we have here? Seems like His Highness is awake," a hoarse voice purred.
Trunks couldn't turn his head, but Chard's face came in sight. The Prince frowned. In an attempt to ask for a doctor, he only spluttered senseless sound, causing a mocking smirk on the Saiyan face.
Chard leaned closer over him. Trunks could make out blood and filth smearing the skin of his face, while the wound on his forehead had turned to a worrying black cake. He reeked of a suffocating mix of sweat and rotten flesh. Yet, the most disturbing detail was his eyes. His orbs were burning with a vivid wildness shining through their deep blackness. He started to caress gently the hybrid's lavender locks. Trunks was startled by the touch and tried to pull away from him but he couldn't.
Chard's smirk grew wider at his useless reaction. "I've always dreamt of probing the touch of your hair. So weird and soft. Hush, don't worry, I'm gonna take good care of you," he whispered.
With that, he leaned even closer and pressed his mouth on Trunks' lips. A mighty disgust washed over the young Prince and he was able to raise his energy. It was weak, but it was enough to generate a shy aura forcing Chard to shrink away. The hybrid's body was still unmoving though. Trunks shouted on top of his lungs in sheer panic. He couldn't form proper words but he might at least draw someone's attention.
He was rewarded by a ruthless hand slamming on his mouth and pressing his head against the mattress. The young Hybrid kept calling for help, but his yells were firmly muffled. "Jeez, you always need to show off," Chard growled in annoyance.
Trunks gave him a deadly glare. He was seething, inwardly swearing to himself that he would kill Chard with his own hand as soon as possible. However, his mind didn't have time to linger on that comforting prospect as Chard took a syringe out of his armor. He uncapped it with his teeth, his left hand still busy gagging the Hybrid, and paused for an instant.
Trunks had frozen at the sight and he stopped any attempt at giving alarm, his eyes locked on the syringe that was filled with a green thick liquid. Chard gave him a cold stare. "See, this is the sap of a strange plant growing here on Kenam. I noted that it was a strong muscular anesthetic. Some of my men almost died from it and I thought it would be a perfect way to keep you still. I'm not quite sure about the dose though. You already had some before, so I just hope that your heart will make it through. I'd be disappointed if you were to die too soon," the Saiyan explained.
His voice was calm, but his eyes were shining with a creeping madness. Trunks tried to shake his head in deny, but he just sank deeper in the mattress. He had to escape the shot by any mean. He uttered some words in the foolish hope of deterring Chard, but his speech was a confused mumbling through the Saiyan's grip on his mouth.
He felt the needle piercing his arm's skin through his sleeves. The sting was a bearable pain, but the fear made it a burning agony. Trunks closed his eyes. His head was spinning again. He lost any focus on Chard while his thoughts were drifting away and disconnecting from the dark room of the medical bay. He felt a hand running on his abs and to his groin in the distance, but it was like he wasn't concerned by the touch.
A slap on his face dragged him abruptly back and when his eyes opened wide again, they were greeted by Chard's wild black orbs. The Saiyan had a satisfied smirk. "I was afraid you were gone. Stay with me. There's still some fun ahead."
The young Prince noted that his breathing had grown difficult. "-aiyan -ame," he murmured in disbelief.
Against all odds, Chard understood his spluttering whisper. He had a loud, hoarse laugh at that. "You, snorty asshole. Do you think the members of the Saiyan Flame are the only one hating you? Nah… I don't belong to these freaky berserks. I don't mind having an Hybrid wearing the Crown even though I think you don't deserve it. I think that Lord Gohan should be the one sitting on the Throne."
Trunks frowned at Gohan's name.
"And he'll do, one day. He'll be a hell of a Saiyan King. With my help," Chard carried on, whispering his last sentence in the Prince's ear.
The Saiyan's hand wandered down in his neck and over his chest and abs until it grabbed Trunks' waistband. "But first, I have to take something back from you. Something you stole away from me," he growled with his mouth pressed against Trunks earlobe.
The Hybrid closed his eyes in order to repress his growing disgust at Chard's closeness. His awful stench was floating in the air. Trunks felt the Saiyan's wet lips making their way down along his neck and to his collarbone while his hand slipped into his pants.
"-on't… -o… -at," Trunks uttered in a low voice.
Instead of stopping his move, Chard grabbed the Prince's cock and started caressing it up and down. "Why not? I'm going to kill you anyway. Why not take some pleasure before?" the Saiyan groaned.
Trunks clenched his teeth at the blunt touch. He wondered where everyone had gone all of a sudden. Why was it that he found himself alone with that psycho?
The screech of the fabric of his top getting ripped away startled him and he couldn't help but open his eyes as to watch out Chard's acting.
The Saiyan licked his lips in delight as his eyes wandered on Trunks' exposed chest. "Few. So hot and yet, such a cocky bastard. I can get why my Lord caved in," he mumbled.
With that, he slipped his hand out of Trunks' pants and straddled the powerless body of his Prince. Trunks' eyes were locked on his every move. For the first time in many years, he was getting scared. He tried to power up once again, but his energy was now too hard to dig up.
Chard contemplated the young hybrid's muscles outlined by the faint glow and licked his lips again. He reached out for the bedside table and took something on it.
Trunks figured out with some unease that the Saiyan was actually holding a scalpel and he shivered. "What… wha- are –ou –oin ?" he breathed out as the fine blade shone through the shadows.
Chard tilted his head and smirked while considering his tool. "Can't wait to know what I have in mind, right? I don't know yet, but if you don't do exactly what I say, then… I might use this little thing in a very unpleasant manner, that's for sure."
Trunks' mouth was dry at the threat. He rolled his eyes hopelessly to the door, but everything was quiet as if everyone was definitely gone. He was snatched away from his thoughts by a sudden pain. Chard had stabbed his chest. It was a superficial cut, but the blood poured out at once. The Saiyan leaned over and licked the blood slowly with a moan. "Godly."
His wet tongue slid along the Prince's abs, leaving a reddish track in its wake. Then, Chard sat up and snatched Trunks pants down on his hips. Releasing the Prince's cock, he grabbed it and ran the blade along its length.
Trunks gasped at that. He wasn't hard yet, but something in the cold touch of the scalpel had him respond vividly. Chard kept toying with him for a minute, contemplating the effect of his attention on the growing member.
Trunks was back to closed eyes. His breathing had turned hectic as he was doing his best to muffle his unwanted reactions. He was grateful when Chard stopped his tease and stood up, but, his fear returned as soon as the Saiyan went to strip his pants away.
"How did you do that?" Chard's voice growled threateningly.
Trunks gave him a questioning frown.
"With Lord Gohan? How did it work? Were you on top all the time? Even though you're a Prince, I doubt it. He hates it, he never does such thing. I guess you were down and enjoying all his skills," the Saiyan resumed by getting undressed.
Trunks stared at the ceiling in despair. Someone had to come and save him from this madness.
Chard's grip clenched his jaw and forced the Prince's head to turn to him with the scalpel pressed beside his eye. "Tell me."
Trunks blinked in hesitation. He could feel the blade sinking into his skin already. "We… both," he slurred.
Chard's eyes widened and the Earthling knew he'd somehow given the wrong answer.
"Both?" the Saiyan growled in disbelief. "You're lying."
"-ohan on -op," Trunks corrected hastily.
Chard had a satisfied smile. "If everyone is ever allowed to possess him, it's gonna be me," he stated.
The scalpel was pulled away from Trunks' face and Chard let go of him. He turned to the naked paralyzed body lying on the bed and licked his lips again. Trunks could see the Saiyan was hard already and he tried to figure out anything that would gain him some time. His mind was blank though. He was drained of any energy and seeing Chard climbing on him triggered such a senseless panic that he went back to yelling on top of his lungs.
Chard slapped him with the scalpel and left a deep cut on his cheek. Thick, hot blood spilled over his face and dripped at once into his mouth. Then, there was a loud commotion and the Saiyan's body was unexpectedly shoved away. Someone had pounced on him and toppled him over the edge of the bed.
Now a fight was taking place on the ground at the foot of the bed, but Trunks was unable to turn his head and watch what was going on. All he could see was that the door of the room had been flung open. Someone had heard him in the end. Now, Trunks prayed that whoever was trying to rescue him was able to beat Chard to a pulp.
He heard wild grunts and the clash of skin against skin, until something hit the ground in a loud crash. Then everything went quieter. Trunks had bated breath, unsure about who the winner was. He heard one of the fighters standing up but the silence was lingering and it sounded bad.
A hand eventually brushed his bloody cheek and turned his head. Relief washed over the Prince as he recognized Teeb's face. "Are you fine, your Highness?" the Second asked in concern while wiping the blood smearing his cheek.
The Hybrid had a shy smile. "-rug. Can't -peak," he whispered. He wasn't certain that his Second had caught his words, but Teeb had a frown hinting he had.
The Saiyan contemplated the blood coating the tips of his fingers. He eventually thrusted them into his mouth and closed his eyes as if savoring an outstanding dish. His Second was wearing a light, long-sleeved shirt and Trunks noted that it had been splashed with Chard's blood. Some droplets had even reached Teeb's face and were dripping in slow motion along his skin. The weird sight made Teeb's odd acting even more puzzling to the young Prince, and he shifted to interrupt the Saiyan's trance.
Teeb opened his eyes and looked down at his master. Yet, instead of helping him sitting up and covering himself, he rested his hand on Trunks' chest and ran it very slowly over his abs. "Royal Blood," the Second whispered.
"Teeb," Trunks uttered painfully.
The Saiyan ignored him and kept caressing the naked body lying in front of him. He seemed mesmerized by the sight of it. "I never knew why you didn't ask me for relief. I always thought it was because of Lord Goten, but he never gave you anything. See, I suck pretty well, but it's not the only –"
"Teeb!" Trunks hissed in despair. The strange behavior of his Second was getting creepy. It was nothing near his usual, respectful self. If anything, Teeb was starting to act just as Chard had.
The golden eyes drifted back to the Prince's face in a questioning expression. "What is it Your Highness? Do you want me to comfort you? You look tense," he said, combing the lavender hair with his fingers.
Trunks could only glare at him in shock and anger. Teeb was out of his mind. He had to call for help.
Instead of that, the Saiyan leaned over his face and gave a lick at his cheek to wipe more blood from the cut. "You have all reasons to be nervous. That freak was touching you, hurting you, and you could do nothing to prevent it," Teeb carried on in a hoarse murmur.
Trunks tried to protest, but he would only stammer confused sound while his Second kept licking his chin and throat with a hand still caressing the lavender hair. "Let me wash you up," the Saiyan whispered.
Trunks could feel the soft fingers roaming his body and all of a sudden, a strong panic overwhelmed his mind. With no better idea, he attempted to power up. His aura was unresponsive to his effort, but he kept trying harder and harder, calling for all his muscles to react.
He felt them contract at last. They became as hard as metal and his limbs started shaking. Trunks was unable to control the move, it was like his body didn't belong to him anymore. Pain seized him at once and he heard himself moan in agony.
He arched and jerked on the bed violently, trembling, biting his tongue in the process. He was no longer aware of Teeb asking him to calm down. He didn't see anything any longer. The aching was the only thing he could still sense, until blackness cut off the torture.
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