Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ So Blue ❯ What's In A Name? ( Chapter 24 )

~~~````` What's In A Name?

Trunks…Arcadia….Trunks….Arcadia….Does it matter? Who cares what the hell his name was. Either way it's meaningless. He knew neither of who those people were. But for now, to these people, it was Prince Trunks, lost heir to the Sayian Royal Throne. The Universal Imperial Son.

But yet, it still meant nothing.

'Trunks' stared up at the ceiling having been here for a few days now. They had traveled from Planet Telzar in a massive ship for only a few hours it seemed, he was left alone in a room to deal with things he had no idea how to deal with. After landing on this strange planet that looked in ruins with it's crumbling buildings and creatures with indescribable features, hideously lay dead on the broken paths. Animals, creatures, aliens, whatever their names whimpered along, dirty and obviously ill, too starved to think, hunted for rats and ate at one living being's bones.

However, the castle which was built off a tall cliff was in the greatest aspects of riches beyond the imagination. He didn't know how to describe it for words of vocabulary were not in his best of minds at the moment.

The tips of the highest parts of the castle disappeared above black clouds that hung in a blood red sky. The white palace stuck out for miles for it seemed the purest place in a world of pure malevolence. The lizard named Klooer proudly leading the way every once an while to gaze back at him with a glint in his blood shot eye that made Trunks skin crawl. Soldiers all around them, as if protecting them from the harms of the creatures that glared a blind hatred as their leader past.

They entered this seemingly humble palace, walking down carpeted floors, walls full of pictures that showed in gruesome detail the defeat of many a nation. Trunks cringed at the visuals, quickly turning his eyes to the ground. If this wasn't a hint that he was in some bad company he didn't know what was.

They went through another set of doors, the handles made of bones and a pop out craving of a creature screaming and with painful features engraved the door. When they stepped through the pathway, Trunks eyes darted around, bile instantly rising to his throat upon seeing animals hung, outlining the blood red carpet that directly lined to a two dais lift. The blind, glazed eyes were wide, staring at Trunks looking as if they were still alive and begging for his help. But their skin was all ready the death pale and the lips blue with a bit of dried blood imprinted at the corner. They past twelve lifeless bodies that hung on each side of the carpet, and when they stopped at the foot of the thrones, Trunks fell to his knees and heaved the contents of his stomach. The smell of the room unbearable, the gruesome sight too much to take in. He throw up till tears sprung to his eyes, his throat aching, his stomach too weak to heave. Trunks had been lifted to his feet after several moments. "Stop that, boy. You are acting as if you never knew such things. As if you don't do it yourself." A voice that made his blood boil for no reason but the insult that was implied with those words. As if he would do something so…sordid.

But it was the seductive, two-toned sweet, chilling voice that defended him, "Calm, Father. He has recently misplaced his memory."

"Hmmm…" The giant on the dais replied skeptically. Trunks brought his cold blue eyes up to the creature's, swallowing the bile back, his body shaking and sweating not out of intimidation but out of hatred for this man he's never met. The honed giant's features fell wide as a gasp broached his lips.

Klooer smirked, his three fingered hand grasping his arm and pulling Trunks from the soldier's painful grasp. It relieved him to not be held so tightly but in comfort. Trunks brought his eyes to Klooer. This lizard-man was gentle with him, for a reason that Trunks didn't know or care to know but it gave him reassurance that he wasn't alone in this place. He had this creature for protection. "Prince Trunks, this is my father, Lord Cold."

Trunks brought his eyes back to the man that was now standing awkwardly, gawking at him with wide eyes. Noises of shock past his lips when he tried to form words. The eight foot giant stumbled down the steps, stopping before them and roughly grasping his chin. Trunks cringed mentally at the power and strength that held him. His skin was too fragile for this treatment. "Those eyes."

"Yes, father. The same as the queen. We have found him. We have found him and Vegeta doesn't even know he exists." Who was this Vegeta guy? He had heard of that name before a few times while on the ship. Could that be his father? But why wouldn't his own father believe he wasn't alive?

King Cold released him though instantly let out a laugh that chilled the soldiers that surrounded him. After a few moments of his sudden happiness, his laughter shut but the smile remind bringing his eyes to Klooer, "You have done well my son. Revenge will soon be ours!" He laughed strolling down the carpet, his large hand hitting the foot of each creature as he joyously past.

"Jua!" Klooer busted out causing Trunks to look up at him. The man's eyes came to his, "Rest, my young one. Are you hungry?" The mention of food seemed to make his stomach quiver while the bodies still hung, but Klooer didn't wait for an answer, "Of course you are! You are Sayian! Food shall be brought to you. Any craving you have all you need to do is tell Jua." He pointed to a creature that suddenly was next to him. Trunks nearly stumbled back, not prepared to see such an animal. The eight fury legs stretched out to more then five feet long each. The body was that of human but with a face of eight eyes, no ears nor mouth. Klooer chuckled, "Do not be scared of Jua, young Prince. For you are the third strongest on this planet. However with that lock on you of course you are scared. Until I teach you to control your ki you will just have to make do. Jua take him to his room. Allay all of his requirements. We wouldn't want our guest to be unhappy, now would we?"

"No, Lord Klooer.": Trunks lavender brows knit. The creature's mouth didn't even move. How the hell did that work out? "Come, majesty." The mocking tone did not go unnoticed but he followed the spider creature nonetheless.

He lay now in the bed given to him. That had been two days ago since arriving and no one had bothered him since. Trunks was not allowed to leave his quarters and when he tried Jua quickly slammed the door and had locked it. With his strength all depleted there was no way to get out. The window glass that let him outlook the ruined city were unbreakable he had figured out. He was growing restless.

The sound of the door alerted him. He flung from his bed and went out of the fully lavished quarters to greet the person at the door. However he stalled. Jua stood there and three barely dressed females stared seductively at him. "The lord apologizes for his busy schedule but plans for you tomorrow. In the mean time he gives you these to pass time." A chuckle sounded, "Enjoy young prince."

As soon as the door shut the three, quite beautiful seemingly human creatures strutted up to him. Their hips moving enticingly, their eyes all different though held the same lust and blind desire. They surrounded him, their hands gliding all over his clothed body. "No. stop." He whispered, knowing this wasn't right but he couldn't help but feel an unknown need crawling up in him. They were so beautiful, and so full in body, his natural instincts of lust filled him, clouded his judgments.

They persuaded him back to the bed, all the while shedding the clothes they could of his. And Trunks could do nothing to stop it.

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Two weeks since he was taken from the pure world of light colors, and chaste souls that Trunks had almost forgotten such innocents exists in the universe. His eyes were blood shot, swollen, sunken in, his skin a sickly color and dripped with sweat. The only thing that kept him sane in these horrid days were the three females naked and asleep, spent on his bed. He had washed for hours and still the sickening feeling of those females' touches did not fade, making his skin crawl with shivers of disgust and then of lust.

It was confusing to have contradicting emotions such as that. He wanted those women, desired them, for in his memory they were his first. If it wasn't so easy for him to just loose all thought while in their presences, he highly doubted that he would have taken them from the beginning. There was a distant thought, a distant feeling, that told him it was wrong. Maybe he had a wife somewhere. Maybe she is home right now worrying sick about him and he is here having forgotten what she even looks like and took three women to bed without one thought of her, again and again.

Trunks shook his head, his fists pounded somewhat gently on the unbreakable glass. He wanted to get out of here. He needed to go home. His head hurt him for unknown reasons. His heart thumped hard to his chest as if telling him something was wrong. Trunks knew that. Something just wasn't right about this. Was he a guest? Or a prisoner? Why could he not leave his rooms? Why were the only creatures he saw were Klooer, Jua, and the girls? How come he couldn't contact anyone?

Klooer had refused to answer any of these. Trunks was starting to doubt just what the lizard's motives were. In the first week of staying, Klooer had been gentle in a sense, calmingly talking to him, but it seems now his patience has run out. He snapped at him. Told him to shut up. It had scared Trunks for he actually thought that the creature was some sort of friend. Was he alone here? Was he alone everywhere?

That was one question however, Klooer did question. And it still brought unknown tears to his eyes when he thought of it. He was told that this man Vegeta, supposedly his father, had gone to Earth and destroyed it. Klooer had tried to fight him because the planet was in his territory but Vegeta had ignored him and killed all of his family for Vegeta had taken no one off the planet. So he was alone. Klooer was the only one that would take him in because Sayians are hated through out the universe for their brutality and cruel killings. It had been hard for Trunks to believe him after seeing dead bodies hung like trophies in the throne room. But Klooer had reassured him that they were all traitors to the empire and they needed to set an example. Trunks had no choice but to believe it. He knew nothing else.

He was lost in this world. No friends, no kind, gentle creatures to talk to. The girls were anti-social. They never said anything but moan and every once and while 'yes' but other then that they stayed to themselves. He had asked them once what their names were but they just stared at him as if they didn't comprehend.

Trunks had a hatred for this one called his father. The fact that the man's blood runs through his veins does not matter to him. It is not only because the man destroyed the world he had grown up upon, though it was a big part. No, it had to do with why he was on the Planet Earth in the first place. Queen Koriday had told him that the royal family had been searching for him for twenty years, but what he has yet to know was why he wasn't with them in the first place. Did they sent him away? Because of his color? Because he was ugly? Did they not want him because they were too self-absorbed? Was he an accident that they never wanted in the first place? Klooer had told him it was because he was strong. They feared his strength. He was a freak to his own kind. But Klooer said that they were equal in power and that he wasn't a freak on this planet, he was a god. A beautiful god, Klooer had said.

Klooer had also told him that the reason that they searched for him now was because they wanted him to take over the Cold Empire. Trunks had laughed at this because he could never imagine trying to kill Klooer. Besides the lizard creature was much more talented in the art of fighting. It made Trunks blood boil knowing that they just wanted to use him for his strength, for a reason that they had thrown him away. They thought that they could just come back into his life and all would be forgiven? They are out of their minds.

Trunks eyes blinked and tears rolled down his pale cheeks. The outside looked so frightening at times, he was glad to be locked away. It was safe here. But deep inside he felt like he needed something. He needed someone. He thought of his dead adoptive family that he only knows because of Queen Koriday. They had treated him well. If only he could remember their names. He had an adoptive brother. He wished the man was still alive and with him right now. He wished that he had never left Earth. Why had he left Earth? What had Klooer said? Oh yeah, Trunks knew that Vegeta was coming after him so he quickly fled as not to be captured and used as a pawn. He wished he had brought his family with him.

His blue eyes snapped to the side, a female was awakening. His stomach quivered in sickness but also with an frightening desire, watching her full breasts stretch, her nipples hardening. The fully, nicely tanned woman with brown hair and silver eyes slid over to him, her dark blue lips instantly pressed to his, her tongue darting around in his mouth. Man, what this woman could do with her mouth. She was his favorite if he were to choose. He in his own mind had named her Senna. That name just stood out in his mind just as she stood out from the two others.

His arm reached around her waist pulling her naked body into his lap. She slowly, and seductively lingered away. A smirk present on her lips. But at the sight of his tears, her features softened and flexed in concern. Her green fingertips wiped the substance from his cheek. He blushed in embarrassment but gently chuckled when she licked the water off. Her nose scrunched at the salty taste. Trunks smiled softly. "If only you would just talk." He whispered, taking her hand that had recently been thumping the ring around his neck. Holding the appendage to his chest. "Do you even understand what I am saying?" She smiled and cocked her head to the side.

"They are concubines. They are not meant to talk." Smooth as always, Trunks whipped his head around to see Klooer standing confidently in the doorway, arms crossed over his powerful chest, a small smirk on his purple lips. The woman in his lap got up and instantly went to her knees before the lizard bowing deeply, rising and kissing his hand gently. His purple arm wrapped around her waist pulling her naked body to his side while his other hand carelessly fondled her breast. "How are you liking your stay, young Prince?"

Trunks said nothing about the man playing with his female. He felt bile rise in his throat at watching him touch her. How could he do that in front of him? "Fine, master."

"You have not been eating, Prince. You need your strength."

"What for? I do nothing but sit in here."

"Now I know that isn't true." The glint in his eyes flexed, "With these three I'm sure you barely just sit." The lizard leaned down to whisper in the female's ear and shortly after she left Klooer's side and went to the bed, waking the other two. Trunks turned his eyes as the females started to fondle each other. Klooer stepped up to him. "Are you not happy here?" He questioned with no emotion.

"I have been locked up, master. I do not like it. But I am happy."

"I keep you locked up for you are not strong enough to survive out there on your own. I need you alive, Prince Trunks."

"How long must I wait till our revenge is in motion?"

"Soon, my little one. Soon. I just have to be sure that you stay true to me and do not betray me."

"Master I have proven to you. I do not want to be with the family that has thrown me away. You treat me right. I want to stay here. But I want to get stronger, master. Teach me how to destroy them."

Klooer evilly smirked mentally at the innocents in the boy's eyes. This was just too perfect. Oh, if only Vegeta could see his boy now. Ready and willing to kill him. Klooer smiled gently and nodded. "Tomorrow, we start on your training. But for the moment, your concubines await you."