Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lies our parents told us ❯ Part 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Goten awoke as the warm morning rays shone into his room. He looked over to his fathers bed to see that he had already left for work. Unlike him Goku got up before dawn. I seemed as if all his father did was work, maybe it was the only thing that kept his mind off life.

It had been two weeks since they had first arrived. You could say that Goten was getting more and more used to the place. No matter what he felt about slavery he had to admit the farm was nice. He was thankful that he wasn't taken off to work in the palace along with his brother. His bet was the Gohan was being treated as well as they were.

He had seen Trunks a couple of times over the last few weeks. He was after all the only person his age in the entire place. It was easy to see that Trunks was thankful that he finally had someone to talk to. It must have been hard to spend three years with no one he could relate to.

What made him weird was the way his personality could change in a snap. Goten had no idea what set him off, but Trunks could go from friendly to cold in an instant.

He got up and walked over to the window in the other side of the room. The two other aliens they shared a room with were fast asleep. Neither of them spoke English so Goten had no idea what their names were.

He grabbed the latch and pulled the window open. The soft morning breeze blew onto his face as he inhaled the morning air and sighed. If he had to be a slave he'd raver be one here than anywhere else on Vegeta-sei.

The sounds of voices caused him to open his eyes. He gazed out to see two slaves carrying an unconscious person towards the house. The guy was obviously a slave, his body was bruised and beaten, as if he had been bashed to death. Goten could tell by his uniform that he must have worked for the palace.

Capsican came running outside. The elderly farmer immediately began to talk in Saiyan to the slave that held the unconscious palace worker. Goten narrowed his eyes, yet again he wished he knew saiyan.

In great haste Goten hurried to get dressed before he quickly rushed outside.

The beaten man was laying on a bed inside the lodge. By the look of him Goten could tell that he was hanging on to dear life. His head moved from side to side as he uttered words in his subconscious.

Trunks, Capsican, his father and a few other slaves were standing around whispering in Saiyan. All looking mournful.

Goten walked over to his father who was examining the beaten slave. "What happened?" he asked.

Capsican opened his mouth to speak. "He was found outside the capital, beaten like that."

"How?"

Capsican sighed. "The king and the royal family, all that displease him are brutally beaten to death. The king isn't the sort of person who shows any mercy. The upper class are all the same," he spat.

Goten looked over to Trunks. His expression was hard to read. His face was emotionless, yet he could see the pupils in his eyes trembling as he stared at the unconscious servant.

Without a word the violet haired boy turned and left.

Capsican watched as Trunks walked out towards the engineering room. He sighed. "There he goes again."

Goku had seen the expression on the boys face. "Was he once a servant?"

Capsican nodded. "We think so, we found him bashed outside the capital. Were pretty sure he must have worked there."

Goku mouthed the word oh.

Capsican continued. "He didn't even talk till two weeks after we found him, he's still pretty seldom at times."

Goku looked at the servant and nodded. If Trunks had been bashed as bad as this guy was he couldn't blame the kid for being like he was. It at lest explained some of Trunks strange behaviour. Of course keeping everything bottled up inside wouldn't help. Maybe it would take a bit of time before Trunks would talk about his experience.

Goten turned and followed after Trunks, there was something he had to ask him.

Trunks was in the engineering room fixing the generator. Just from the look of it Goten knew he would never be able to figure something out as complex as it was. His friend must have possessed a large amount of skill if he was easily able to easily fix it.

As if he had sensed Goten's presence Trunks opened his mouth to speak. "What do you want Goten?" he said it in a tone so cold it sent a chill down Goten's spine.

Goten bit his lower lip. "Capsican said you used to work in the palace, is that true?"

Trunks sighed and put the spanner he was holding down on the floor. He looked the Goten with his cold eyes. "Dose it matter?"

Goten nodded. "Did you work in the palace?" he repeated the question.

Trunks sighed yet again and returned his gaze to the machine. "Yes, I did."

"What's it like there?"

Trunks shuddered as if he was reluctant to answer Goten's question. "What about it?"

"How are the slaves treated?" he noticed Trunk's reluctance to answer his questions. "Please Trunks, tell me."

Trunks closed his eyes. Since Goten looked as if he was desperate he decided to answer his question. "Not too well Goten, slaves there are subject to a lot of abuse, the king doesn't hold any respect for the lower class, most slaves don't come out of that place alive."

Goten bit into his lower lip. These were the words he preyed weren't true. "So it's horrible there for slaves."

Trunks looked down at the ground and nodded. "Why do you ask?"

Goten looked at Trunks while a thousand things ran through his mind. The palace was where his brother was. If Trunks words were true Gohan didn't stand a chance in that hell hole.

Hie entire life Gohan had always looked out for him. Made sure he never got into trouble. Ever since he was young he had always looked up to his older brother, nothing had ever changed. If it weren't for Gohan Goten had no idea where he would have been now. To be completely honest he almost felt lost without him.

"Trunks I need your help."

Trunks looked at him confused. "What?"

"You know the palace don't you."

Trunks nodded. "Yes, but what are you talking about?"

"I need to get my brother out of there."

Trunks looked at him with utter shock. It was almost hard for him to believe that Goten would ask such a thing. He shook his head. "No way Goten, one I'm never going back there, two the idea is completely insane."

Goten looked at him desperately. "Please Trunks your the only one I can trust."

Trunks shook his head. "You don't know what it's like there, I despise everything about it."

Goten sighed. "I'm sorry Trunks it's just that…Gohan's my older brother….. He always helped me out It's time I returned the favour."

Trunks looked down at the ground out of guilt. Goten's entire expression screamed out for help. But no matter how desperate Goten looked, Trunks knew he could never help him. "I'm sorry Goten."

Goten's face fell. He sighed. It seemed as if there was no hope for his brother at all. "That's fine Trunks, you didn't look like the sort of person who would help people," he turned and left.

Trunks felt a pang of guilt. Goten was right, he wasn't the sort of person who would help people. Never in his life had he been. He gritted his teeth and turned back to the generator. Why should he help anyone? The only person he should look out for was himself. It Goten wanted his brother back he could go get him himself.

Goten looked up at the shadows dancing across the ceiling of his room. It was about midnight or later. He couldn't sleep, every time he closed his eyes visions of Gohan getting beaten into a pulp flashed before them. He found it absolutely impossible to forget what Trunks had said. What he hated was the fact that he knew Trunks would never lie about a thing like that.

His eyes flicked over to his father who was snoring away in his bed. It wondered him if Goku worried about Gohan. Ten years ago he would have gone to extreme lengths to get his son out of danger. Now it just looked as if he didn't care.

Maybe Goku was like Trunks, both of them refused to talk about anything to do with themselves. Maybe his father was hurting deeper on the inside then Goten assumed. The only one who was ever able to make his father smile was his older brother.

Goten turned his head as he heard a tapping sound on the window. Thinking it was nothing more than a tree he turned to look.

He nearly had a heart attack as he saw Trunks standing outside. He quickly rushed to the window and pulled it open.

Trunks smirked as noticed the shock in Goten's expression. "Good evening."

Goten turned and made sure that everyone in his room were in fact asleep. "Trunks what the hell are you doing here?"

Trunks sighed, his smirk disappeared. "I was thinking….. As much as I don't want to… You do in fact need my help."

A wide smile appeared on Goten's face. "You'll help me rescue my brother?"

Trunks nodded.

At the speed of light Goten closed the window and went to get dressed.

Trunks leaned against the wall outside and looked up at the stars. He didn't know why but he had this urge to help Goten. It seemed as if he missed his older brother dearly. Trunks had never had any siblings so he never knew what it was like to have a brother. But he could remember since he was little wanting one.

He found Earth in the stars and stared at it. All the humans he had met so far had all raved on about what a beautiful place it had been. Every single one of them claimed they would some day find their way back. Trunks sighed. He knew that not one of those human slaves would make it back alive.

He almost jumped as Goten leapt out the window and landed on the grass beside him. It wasn't hard to see that Goten was full of excitement.

"Quit jumping around," Trunks hissed. "You'll wake everyone up."

"Sorry," Goten apologised.

"And hide your ki, you don't want anyone to pick you up on their scouter," he added. "This isn't going to be easy, you have to be really careful if you want to get your brother out."

Goten looked at him confused. "Why do we have to hide our ki's, can't we just sneak in as servants, or go undercover, or something like that," he began to quickly ramble every possible way to get into the palace without the need to hide a ki.

Trunks got off the wall and began walking away. "Because."

%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% < p>Yes I know it's been the first update in a while. I actually wrote this chapter 5 months ago, I just never uploaded it. Looking back on it now that I've improved I can see a lot of ways to make it better.

Anyway I sort of half wrote the next chapter, the only thing is I'm not really into writing about DBZ for a while so I'm going to have to force myself to finish it. I might possible be able to finish this story unlike my other one "The past is better Forgotten" (come to think of it I could probably go over it and fix it up a little)

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