Save me from the Darkness   1. Trunks knelt before the large throne mere metres in front of him, his once sparkling blue eyes studying the floor as he attempted to keep his temper in check. How he hated having to come here, especially when he was summoned by this monster. A shiver of rage rippled down his spine as the man that sat before him chuckled darkly. “So much like you’re Father” the voice stated in an amused tone. The lavender haired male growled angrily and looked up at Chikyu-sei’s supposed Sovereign. “What’s the matter ‘son’?” the tall and immensely strong fighter questioned with mock concern. “I know you don’t like the way things are but remember, it could be worse” the dark haired male stated. “I mean, if it weren’t for my mate being so obedient” he chuckled. “You and the other inbreeds would be as dead as Kakkorot” the bronzed skinned monarch declared. Trunks clenched his fists at the sides of his kneeling form and tried desperately not to lose control. If he did then this whole operation would be put in jeopardy. “I realise that... sire” he managed to churn out with effort. “One of the ningen said you wished to see me, so I am here” he stated. The onyx eyed male whom sat on a throne of white marble smiled slyly before his eyes scanned what used to be the little Kami’s throne room. How he loved it here. What with all the slaves, food, drink and other pleasant things, how could one not? But he had to admit things were getting a little dull, that wouldn’t matter soon though. The viscous dictator then took a sip of what appeared to be red wine before continuing. “Oh yes” he stated, his form relaxed and happy. “I want you to bring me the dragon balls”. The second oldest hybrid nodded before looking back down at the floor and crouching further . “May I see him?” he questioned while trying to constrain the concern in his voice. The ruler of Chikyu-sei’s face changed to an expression of consideration. “Hmm, very well, but if I find a shred of your scent upon him I’ll destroy you” he stated seriously. “Your Father is mine mongrel and what’s mine will always be off limits to the likes of you” the older warrior hissed before leaning back into his seat. “Yes sire” Trunks said before standing and turning on his heel. “Brat; there’s one more thing” he heard that deep voice call. Nearly growling the youth halted in his stride. “My children wish to spar with you, Gohan and Goten tomorrow, I suggest you hurry with the dragon balls and prepare”. The younger of the two Saiya-jins within the beautifully decorated room sighed and nodded his head a few times before continuing out of the room. ‘Please, if there are any gods out there who can hear me’ he prayed silently once through the two large doors that guarded the entrance/exit. ‘Please let our plan work’. With that said, he continued down one of the many halls as the sounds of his ‘master’ ordering the petrified humans around filled the air.   Vegeta’s tail gently stroked the cheek of the sleeping chibi in his arms. It seemed funny really, who’d have thought he would be such a maternal parent but then again, mothering was a whole lot different to fathering. With that thought the Ouji moved to sit on the edge of the bed he was forced to share with his mate. Kami, if he hadn’t been so weak non of them would be in this mess, then again his three children wouldn’t exist if that were so. Speaking of his children, he could sense them heading toward the throne room but another ki, that wasn’t ningen or Namek-jin was coming to him. A spark of recognition flashed through his mind. “Trunks” he whispered as his form began to shake lightly. His youngest child felt its ‘mothers’ distress and woke up. Vegeta blinked and looked down at the set of sleepy onyx eyes as deep as his own. This nine month old chibi was the spitting image of himself, and Brolie had allowed him to give their youngest his name. However they used ‘Geta’ as an alternative so no confusion was caused. His other children were more like the taller male however. Kawasaki, his first born son had their bronzed skin, incredibly dark green hair like the stronger pure blood and his features were a cute mix of both himself and Brolie. The seven year olds hair style though looked more like his own, only that he had a train of hair streaming down his back that he plated. Koji however looked identical to Brolie only he got his dark crimson hair colouring from Vegeta. Both the seven and six year old boys were strong, tailed and enjoyed to train and spar. Ouji no Vegeta-sei frowned slightly  whilst clutching the tiny form closer to his barely clothed body. Kami he wished he could hate them, he wanted to hate them and destroy any signs of him being taken by Brolie. But he couldn’t. He loved all three, just as much as the children he’d had with Bulma. The Ouji’s face saddened. The manic Saiya-jin that had raped and claimed him seven years ago had also killed his ningen mate. In fact he had destroyed many of the ningen and without Kakkorot to protect them, everything had been turned upside down. No more major cities, only villages smothered by poverty. The ningen were expected to grow food mainly for their new Ou and family. Clothes, riches, anything Brolie demanded they got for him or were vaporised. And soon he and his ‘family’ wouldn’t even live on Chikyu-sei. His mate had ‘become bored’ with this world and wanted to show his children the universe. Vegeta shivered slightly. The level three warrior might even destroy this planet when they left and then, no more ningen and his, plus Kakkorot’s children would be killed.     Trunks entered the room, his blue eyes quickly focusing on the small figure that sat on a large bed in the dark, its head inclined to a small purring bundle of cloth in its arms. He hadn’t seen his Father in a good twelve months and it felt so good just to look at him. “Can I turn on the lights?” he asked quietly so that he didn’t upset the older man or the akachan (baby). Vegeta looked up, his tail still stroking the babies cheek whilst the chibi’s tiny length coiled around its ‘mothers’ forearm. The lavender haired teen took that as a yes and flicked the little switch and the room filled with a soft yellow glow. The thirty year old man paled considerably when he saw his Father clearly. No resistance, no outrage... just submission. Kami he thought he’d see his mother eat dirt before his Father gave in. Yet he looked quite healthy apart from the odd bruise that marred his skin. He then noticed his Fathers clothes. A thick, long kimono covered by beautiful designs in all the colours that best suited him, hugged all the right curves of his muscled body. However there was probably nothing else to cover him underneath the elaborate garment. It sickened the younger male to think that, that monster could take his only living parent when ever it pleased him. He recalled one time when he and Gohan were called to the floating shrine to perform a few special tasks about two years ago. Upon entering they’d watched Brolie push the smaller Saiya-jin into a wall, pick him up and wrap Vegeta’s smaller legs around his larger waist. Vegeta had seen them standing in the door way, his eyes filled with shame before he turned away and allowed the stronger man to do what ever he wished. The level three fighter whom had destroyed Kakkorot due to the power of his tail giving him a greater advantage growled at the pair. He then bit down upon the bonding mark before turning his attention to the task at hand. Trunks tried to swallow the bile that crept up his throat. Neither of them could have done a thing, and to this day he felt that he’d let his Father down.     Vegeta silently thanked any god that could hear him. His first son looked fine and wore clean clothes. He was grateful that his obedience to his mate gave the half, and in Pan’s case, quarter Saiya-jins a better way of life. They were allowed to train and Brolie sparred with them and himself quite often, only their training matches usually ended with him on a mat and his mate above him. He sighed quietly and wished for death, although now it was impossible since Brolie made them immortal and ageless. The Ouji then realised that they didn’t have much time. Kami how could he be so stupid? He hadn’t seen the lavender haired man for a year and he wanted to know how the others were doing. “Its been a long time” he said quietly, the usual harsh tone of his voice gone. Trunks nodded. “How are you? You’re all okay, right?” he continued. The man that looked no older than eighteen nodded once again as a tear ran down his face. “Yeah, we’re all working to get stronger Papa, Bra’s a Super Saiya-jin and Pan’s nearly at level two but no ones at three yet, we’re close though”. Vegeta looked up at him. Kami the boy had grown tall and he looked so much like his future self the Ouji had met all those years ago. “I wish I could be there to see it” the sixty two year old smiled sadly. The dark haired male then sensed his family, they were close. ‘Damn’ he thought sadly, he had to end this now. “It has been good to see you Trunks, please say hello to the others for me when you return” the tall haired male said solemnly. The younger of the two blinked when he realised another ki had joined them, three to be exact. ‘Shit’ he thought angrily before he felt two small figures abruptly push past his legs like he were some form of commoner. A growl from behind told him to move out of the way, which he did. Brolie then passed him, his snarl turning to smile as he saw his mate. Vegeta looked up at him then looked at Kawasaki and Koji who started to climb upon the bed. “I think its time you left half breed” the tallest member of the room hissed as the two boys glared up at the lavender haired hybrid. Vegeta was their Papa, no one else’s. Trunks bowed his head and gave his only parent a fleeting glance before leaving the room. It seemed that he and the other demi-Saiya-jin would have to get their plan under way soon because he couldn’t take another day of knowing what his Father and the people of Chikyu-sei had to go through. ‘I love you Papa’. Back