Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Silver Springs ❯ Chapter 15

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Chapter 15


She refused to cry as she followed the blue skinned man to the room. To the room that belonged to a man she had never seen, a man who would come to her tonight and take her virginity without a second thought. It had been bad enough knowing that she was coming to this planet to give herself, as commanded by the high court of her planet, to Vegeta. Ardlin reached the room and opened the door. She was soon left alone, the door slamming shut behind her, truly announcing her imprisonment on the god forsaken piece of rock that the Capital claimed as it's own.

Avallino was beautiful. There was no other way to describe it in her mind, beautiful and full of life. In the north, vineyards stretched for miles, fruit groves and lush gardens sprawled over the countryside in a garden that God himself would have been proud to tend. The sun shone brightly down on them, ripening the grapes that had made them famous, the grapes that would be turned into the galaxy's best and most savored wine. The south, where she was from, was equally beautiful in a different way. The mountainous countryside provided little viable soil in which to grow crops.

She had grown up the daughter of a poor farming family, their meager farm barely sustaining her, her 4 brothers, 5 sisters and mother and father. Regardless of how poor they were, her life had always been full of joy and happiness, the kind of happiness that people who have nothing but love revel in. Her mother sang by the fire at night, while her sisters sat making clothes and gossiping about the boys in the village. Her father and brothers would discuss politics, hunting and the future of the farm. In this dull roar, she would find herself falling asleep with a smile on her face. By the light of day, the family would help out with the chores and Teresa would always find time to steal away by herself to concentrate on what she truly loved, painting. Her favorite spot was between to large boulders, looking out over the valley her village lay in. She would crush flowers to make into paints, and paint anything she saw on pieces of wood or rocks she found lying around. Her life was wonderful, until six months earlier.

Drought had come to the south, making their farm less productive than it had ever been before. In desperation, Teresa's father turned to the powerful heads of the province her village resided in for help. Borrowing enough money to sustain them through the worst winter in 20 years, good fortune seemed to have smiled upon her family. But her father could not pay back the loan, or the massive amounts of interest that had accumulated on the money. They had come in broad daylight, pulling up in a black motorcade, getting out of the cars with a steely determination to leave with a payment of some kind.


~Flashback~


"Can I help you two gentlemen with anything?" Teresa's mother asked sweetly, hiding her disgust behind a well-mannered smile.

"I am looking for your husband." Said one of the men, a tall, broad shouldered man with green eyes.

"I'm right here." Came her father's voice, flowing over the rocky soil like an angry stream. The men disappeared towards the barn with her father; the angry sounds of their voices came towards the small house with no words attached to explain their tone. Soon, the two large men who had come to her house came back into view. Her father, his lip cut and bleeding, ran after them clutching his stomach. "You can't do this! Where will my family live? What of them?"

"You knew the terms of our agreement and you failed to keep your end of the deal. Now, you pay the consequences. You and your family are to leave this land immediately, we are claming it as back payment." The man with the green eyes said, as his partner began to light a branch on fire. He walked toward the house, eyeing the straw-thatched roof.

"NO!" Teresa screamed, running to block the man's path. "You can't do this!"

"What are you going to do girl? Fight me?" he hissed, raising his free hand to strike her porcelain face.

"STOP," came a voice from one of the cars. An elderly man stepped out of the car, she hadn't even known he was there. "Girl, how old are you?"

"16." She answered, still braced for the blow that never came.

"Hmm. Take the girl. She will be our payment, though I have to say, we're getting the lesser end of the deal. You make keep your miserable farm." He said and got back into his car. Dropping the burning branch a safe distance from the house, the man threw Teresa over his shoulder and headed back to the cars.

"Teresa! NO!" screamed her mother as Teresa was tossed into the back of the car.

"Mom! MOM!" she screamed in return, as the door shut her in the car. A hand fell across the back of her skull, and the world went black.


~End Flashback~



Avallino had always been protected from invasion and purging by Kermana. They had remained part of the last independent sector in the known universe. But with Kermana on the verge of destruction and King Kold and Vegeta hovering in the distance, the high council knew it was time to take action. Following Kermana's lead, they too decided that the best course of action would be to appeal to Vegeta, to be absorbed into his empire was the lesser of two evils. King Kold would come down and purge the entire planet, reducing it to rubble and destroying their race without a second thought, just to turn the planet into a trading post and military base for this sector of his empire.

Vegeta would build a post and base on the planet as well, but if Avallino could get him to sign a treaty, he would leave the population alone, allowing them to be an active part of his empire. Unless they gave Vegeta a reason to come down and destroy them, he would be willing to work on a business relationship with them, and they would be saved. And to convince the rather temperamental warrior to deal with them on a business level would take more than a bottle of wine and a nice letter from the council. That's where she had come in.
She had been brought to the capital city in the north, given to the high council as one of the thousands of girls that may become Vegeta's concubine. He had always been known, even during his days as a soldier in Frieza's army, to be a man who enjoyed women. Avallino intended to use that to their advantage. It was believed that if he was pleased with a preliminary gift of a virgin girl from their population, he would be more than willing to begin the talks to absorb Avallino into his empire. Finally, after a lengthy process, and many failed escape attempts, Teresa had been chosen as the first "gift" to be sent to one of the most powerful warriors in the galaxy.

The council had spoken of honor and the importance of her mission as she boarded the single person spacecraft bound of the Capital City. She saw no honor in giving herself to a spoiled man, but if it saved her planet and her family from certain death, then she would grin and bear it.



And now what? All that training to be a concubine, being ripped away from her family, and nearly dying in numerous escape plots to return to them and for what? To be given to another man? Vegeta had not been pleased with her, and now her entire planet may die, Vegeta was not a man to toy with. If he took the gesture of his "gift" in the wrong light, her planet may already be a smoking pile of rubble. She began to cry as she sat alone in the lavishly furnished room. She had promised herself not to shed a tear in front of anyone, and now that she was alone, the liquid pain spilled down her cheeks at an unstoppable rate. She buried her face in her hands as she sat on the edge of the large bed, the bed that would serve as the stage for the worst night of her life. She was crying so hard that she didn't hear the door open or see the man step into the room.

Suddenly, a tissue was thrust in her direction, and a warm hand descended gently upon her shuddering shoulder. Gasping, her head darted up, the clear tracks of her tears glistening in the fading daylight meandering though the picture window. She stared up into the most amazing pair of blue eyes she had ever seen. They were riddled with genuine concern; the person they belonged to seemed to sense every degree of the pain she had held back for so long. Lavender hair fell gently across the forehead of the man with the blue eyes.

"Are you ok?" he asked quietly, stepping back from his close proximity to her. He flicked on the closest light. She saw him then for the first time, tall and broad-shoulders, his muscles evident even under his baggy, unfamiliar clothing. His lavender hair was pulled back into a ponytail, except for two front pieces that framed his handsome, angular face. Now that she saw his face in the light, she noticed that he wasn't a full-grown man at all, he was a teenage boy, most likely her own age. Embarrassed, she tried to pull herself together.

"I am fine...," she paused before saying the next word, afraid of what she might hear from his lips. "Master." She held her breath.

"Master?"

"Are you not the one that Vegeta has given me to?" she asked, trying desperately to figure out why there was a slight tinge of disappointment hidden in her words.

"Uh...well..." he stuttered, turning redder than her dress as he reached up to absently scratch the back of his neck in a very boyish fashion. "I guess he did...but...but you're free to go. I'm not anyone's master."

"But-"

"People are not property. I refuse to allow you to call me master, I do not own you. My name is Trunks, you will call me by that name and whatever purpose you were 'given' to me for will be forgotten, ok?" he said with a sudden burst of decisiveness and principle. Looking at the kindness in his face, Teresa found her lower lip beginning to tremble. She burst into tears. "What? What did I say? Oh I'm sorry, please don't cry!" Trunks said, trying to comfort the sobbing girl as best her could.

"It's not anything you did, it's just..." she sobbed. And before she knew it, the entire story came out. He was the first person she had told it to. "And that's why I have to talk to King Vegeta, if he's upset my planet may already have been destroyed! And if he hasn't destroyed it, King Kold will!" she finished, looking up into Trunks' eyes.

"Teresa," he said, having learned her name during her sobbing fit, "let me go talk to Vegeta. I promise that nothing bad will happen to your planet. I'll make sure he absorbs it peacefully into his empire."

"How are you going to do that? From what I've heard, the King doesn't take being ordered around very lightly. He'll kill you as soon as look at you."

"I have my ways. I'll be back, ok?" he said, heading for the door. "Uh...just uh...stay here or something." He said quickly, not exactly sure where to send her. Leaving the room quickly, he stopped a few feet down the hall. Reality began to sink in, as he slowly began the walk to Vegeta's chamber. It was late now; the episode with Teresa had take a long time, Vegeta was sure to be asleep.

::I have two choices...go back to my room where a totally hot girl is sitting on my bed...or go wake his royal pain-in-the-ass up to save a planet...:: Trunks shook his head sadly, pushing the "Life isn't fair" expression off his face, he straightened up and began to walk proudly to Vegeta's room.