Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lies our parents told us ❯ Part 4 ( Chapter 4 )

The cool breeze blew onto his face as Goten look out at his new home. The farm would have been about fifty aces, fields of vegetables and crops covered every square inch. Even from where he was standing he could see slaves working in the many fields. He hadn't talked to any of them yet, all were aliens and the ones he had met so far didn't know a word in English. The only ways of communication they had were their native tongue as well as the Saiyan language Goten still hadn't learnt. Even after ten years he still didn't know a word of it.

He had only just arrived and was now looking out at the farm from a large hill. Capcican advised that he familiarised himself with the place before he got to work. The last thing he needed was to be working without a clue to where anything was.

Goten sighed. His masters were nice people and all, and plus their workers looked happy. But he still wanted to get away. It was hard to be the only humans around here. There was just so much his missed about Earth. The plants, the trees, the air. He found it impossible to forget his mountain home that was now most probably destroyed.

And there was nothing that out weighed his hate for the Saiyan race. The one man he hated the most was the king. He was the man that had ordered the conquest of Earth, he was the one that ordered all those people to be put into slavery. The bastard sat in his palace in the capital, ruling the world from that one building. It was rumoured that the man was the strongest Saiyan alive, that he had even achieved the transformation to Super Saiyan. But absolutely none of that mattered to Goten, all he could thing about was revenge.

He looked down the hill to see his father was already getting to work with the slaves, helping them out in the fields.

Goten sighed. It almost sickened him what his father had become. He was Goku, the one man that would die fighting to matter what. The man who had told his sons that he would one day bet the hell out of the Saiyans or die trying. Now he was nothing more than a shadow of him former self. A broken man that would do what ever he was commanded. He would no longer fight or act confident, he was now nothing. Nothing more than a slave to Vegeta-sei.

He had lost all hope and determination, his once strong will to live. If ten years ago he came face to face with his future self he would have spat in his face. Laughed and said he would never become an empty shell like the way he was now. Goten had told himself every minute over the last ten years that no matter what he would never turn into his father. That one day he would fight the Saiyans for his freedom or die trying. He refused to live out the rest of his life as a slave, to never be able to make his own decisions and to alway belong to some one.

Goten got up off the grass and walked down the hill towards his father. Maybe it was time he too got to work.

When he was half way down, a rock came flying past and nearly collided with his head. It landed on the grass a few meters away from him. Goten spun round to see where it had originated from.

On top of the hill stood a teen. He would have been about Goten's age. His violet hair was slightly ruffed by the wind. His deep blue eyes glinted in the sun. He wasn't dressed as a slave, but more like a paid worker.

He smirked, not meanly, but more like he was amused. "Don't worry I didn't intend to hit you, I just wanted to get your attention."

Goten narrowed his eyes in annoyance. He was relived to finally met some one that spoke English, but what kind of idiot threw a rock at someone's head.

Goten pointed at the thing that had almost hit him. "That could have knocked me unconscious."

The guy shook his head. "I wouldn't have hit you, I've got a pretty good aim."

Goten gritted his teeth, even though he had just only met this guy he instantly didn't like him. The guy seemed pretty full of himself. Something Goten could never stand.

"Trunks!" A voice called from down the hill.

Goten looked down the hill to see Capcican walking towards them. "You haven't been annoying the slaves again have you boy?" asked Capcican.

Trunks shook his head. "No Capcican I just wanted to get myself better aquatinted with this one."

Capcican nodded. "Well after you've finished that you can fix the generator, it blew again."

Trunks sighed. "Again, but I only fixed it the other day."

Capcican turned to leave. "You may not be a slave boy but you've still got to earn your keep."

Trunks sighed and turned back to Goten. "I'm Trunks what your name?"

Goten was tempted to just walk away, but Trunks didn't look as if he was a bad person. "I'm Goten," he pointed to Goku working down with the slaves. "And that's my father."

Trunks looked over at Goku working away down near the bottom of the hill. "So Capcican and Pumin brought you both."

Goten nodded. To be truthful the guy was a bit full of himself but he wasn't as bad as he had first assumed. "They seem like nice people."

Trunks smiled. "Most people here would agree with you, their very kind hearted."

Capcican's words about Trunks echoed in Goten's head. "Your not a slave?"

Trunks shook his head. He stared out at all the slaves working out in the field. "I'm not a slave, I don't have a chip in my head. That's the only thing that makes me different from them," he said his words seriously.

Goten was slightly surprised at his change in attitude. One minute he was happily throwing rocks, the next he had gone all serious. It was as if the subject of slaves was nothing he could joke about. "Yeah well I wasn't always a slave," memories from his early childhood came flooding back.

Trunks crossed his arms. "The sad thing is most people weren't, it's funny how your life can just change over night." He sighed. "But for some people, they were born into a life of slavery."

Trunks turned and made his way down the other side of the hill. "It was nice talking to you Goten, hope to see you again some sometime."

Goten watched as Trunks walked away. To be honest the guy was strange, it was the sort of strange he could put a finger on. He was slightly arrogant, but at the same time still a nice person. In some ways he almost reminded him of his brother Gohan.

Goten looked down at the grass as he thought about his brother. During his time with their last master he had heard rumours about the slaves in the palace. That if you worked near the royal family you could be subject to abuse. The king had a very short temper, and if you were to ever miss please him you would most likely be killed. The man had no respect for any slave or living being.

He made his way down the hill towards his father. From what they were doing they seemed to be planting some sort of green vegetable in rows along the soil. Goten grabbed one out of a wheel barrow and approached his father.

Goku worked away. But Goten could tell by his eyes that his thoughts were some place else. Like always Goten guessed he was thinking about his dead wife, and the images that still remained to haunt his dreams.

Goten yawned, it had been a hard days work. Not to mention boring, planting the same thing over and over again wasn't exactly the most amusing way to spent your day. If he wasn't a slave he would have just walked off and let someone else do it.

Capcican and Pumin had their own lodge. A place where the slaves and workers lived. Goten had to admit it was better than some of the other places he had stayed. There were four to a room which gave them enough space to breathe. Some places they'd try and fit twenty slaves in a cupboard. Goten had spent most his childhood listening to older slaves tell horror stories about living conditions in places they had worked.

They had one main large room that could be used for eating and talking, Goten looked around at all the strange figures talking in foreign languages. For the hundredth time Goten wished he knew the Saiyan language.

He turned to see Capcican and Pumin talking to Trunks in the corner. It sort of wondered him what his relation was with them. They treated him almost like a son except for the fact he was too alien like to be Saiyan. He looked to see his father sit down next to Trunks and add into the conversation. Goten got up and followed.

Trunks sort of smiled slightly as Goten sat down next to Goku. "Well fancy seeing you again."

Goten sighed. "Thrown any good rocks lately."

Trunks didn't give an answer but smirked.

Goku examined Trunks face, hair, and eyes suddenly realising something. "Your human aren't you?"

Trunks was slightly taken back by Goku's words but nodded.

"You and your son are human aren't you?" asked Capcican.

Goku turned to Capcican, a slight look of sadness appeared in his eyes. "Yeah we used to live on Earth up until ten years ago." He turned back to Trunks. "What about you Trunks?"

Trunks sighed. "I've never been to Earth, I was born here on Vegeta-sei."

Goku nodded. "Too bad Earth was a nice place till…. You know."

Trunks looked down at the floor. "Yeah, I would have liked to have seen it." He looked over to the door on the other side of the room. "Excuse me," He turned and left.

Pumin sighed. "Excuse Trunks he's always been a strange child."

Goku looked over to the door Trunks had exited through. "How long has he been here?"

Capcican sighed. "About three years, we don't know much about his life before hand. He doesn't talk about himself at all."

"The kid's good with machines though," added Pumin. "He's the only one who can fix the generator since our mechanic died. It's a good thing he's such a fact learner."

Capcican smiled. "It's amazing he just picks stuff up just like that, I bet he could fix almost anything."

Goku ran their words through his head and nodded. "Is that so."

Goten sighed as he listened the Pumin and Capcican's words of praise. He turned and made his way out the door Trunk had gone through.

He inhaled the cool night air and looked up at the stars. He had always asked his father where earth was, Goku of course had no idea. Every since he was young he had always sworn on the stars that he would some day find his way home, no matter what."

"Looking for Earth huh."

Goten turned to see Trunks leaning up against the wall behind him. He was practically hidden in the shadows. "Yeah."

Trunks looked up at the sky and pointed to a constellation. "It's about there, I studied astrology."

Goten looked up in the direction Trunks had pointed. A smile appeared on his face. "Some day I'll see it again."

Trunks sighed and closed his eyes, his tone became cold. "That's what they all say."

Goten narrowed his eyes, Trunks was just so strange. Sometimes he'd try and act friendly, but like now he was just so cold. As if he came out here so he could block off the world around him. As if he just wanted to be alone. "What's your problem?" asked Goten.

"Huh."

"Why do you always act so cold?"

Trunks looked down at the ground. "Sorry, I don't mean to be….. I guess that's just the way I am."

Goten looked out at all the fields in the darkness. "How did you get here anyway, like don't you have a family."

Trunk's expression became even colder, as if his eyes had completely frozen over. He got up from leaning against the wall and began to walk away. "No….I have no family."

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*Yawn* Yep sorry it took so long to update, I had this chapter already written about three months ago the only thing was I couldn't be bothered spell checking it. That and I was preoccupied with other things. Not to mention my brother had decided that he would now like to play Pokemon 24/7 on the computer so my access has been limited.

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