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Well, this is my new story I'm working on. The idea just popped up in my head yesterday while I was reading a story about Gohan being enslaved. I will explain the history first. Everything in the Dragonball series happened here too. But here Frieza did not destroy planet Vegeta. Prince Vegeta came to earth and raped Bulma but he 'forgot' to kill her. Bulma was now pregnant of Trunks. Vegeta knew nothing about that and he returned to his home planet. There he already had a mate, not Bulma but I guess you knew that already, and a year after Trunks was born on earth, he gets a daughter, Bra. Since Bulma is not he mother she has black hair and black eyes and a tail like all saiyans have. Now Trunks is 17 and planet earth has been taken over. All humans are enslaved now including Trunks. In this story Bra is 16 when she goes to the auction with her father to buy herself a new slave. That's where this will start. Remember: this is AU so the characters might be slightly different. Trunks is less proud since he didn't grow up with Vegeta and Bra is soon to become queen so she has a real princess attitude. But I'll try to make the characters not too different. One last thing: I've never written anything about slaves before so I'm reading stories to help me with what and how to write. If you have any tips, just let me know Now let's start the story. I know it's kinda crazy but anyway, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ
LOVE FROM HELL
Prologue
Roughly the lavender haired youth was pushed onto the auction stage. "Get up there, you pig!"
The boy -well he was hardly a boy anymore, he would be about seventeen now back on planet earth where he had lived his life before the slavery- almost fell over as he entered the stage. He looked around. The place where he was was full of saiyans and most of them didn't look too friendly.
A man walked up to him. "And what do we have here, ladies and gentlemen?" he said as he eyed the boy closely. He grabbed the youth's neck and pushed his head down a bit so that he could see the number tattooed in his neck. "Ahh, slave number 601.4301. That's a very good one ladies and gentlemen. This one is from planet earth and it's a hard worker. The growth family has trained it and it will do as you please, no objection. It is also."
From there on Trunks heard nothing more. He glanced over the crowd and his thoughts wandered off to his past. To the time when he was first captured. His mother screaming on the floor, Gohan in chains, Goten nowhere to be found, Goku death, blood everywhere. The boy was only twelve at that time and even though he was strong, very strong, he was helpless. The invaders put a collar around his neck causing his powers to go to a minimum. Ever since that day his life had been like hell and never ever had he been able to use his full power again. If only he could do that, maybe then he could break free. But that damned collar was blocking his powers.
The announcer on the stage started turning the boy so that the buyers could see every side of him. He was shirtless so that his muscles were visible and he wore green wide pants and around his wrists he wore black chains that bounded his hands together. He was all cleaned up for this auction.
Trunks was still blocking out the voices around him, and willingly he turned the way the announcer wanted him to, still lost in thoughts. He only hoped his new master would be better than his last one. It had happened quit often that they'd beaten him within an inch of his life. And the food was horrible. He often wondered if what he got was actually meant to be eaten.
The announcer had stopped turning him and he set him to face the crowd. The bidding had begun. Hands rose and numbers were named. Trunks studied the faces of the bidders. There was an old woman with a sweet face, she wouldn't be too bad, he hoped. There were also two men with scars on their faces. They looked pretty tough and he hoped that whoever bought him, they weren't. There was also a younger woman bidding on him and several other men. He knew that someone his age was very wanted. He was young and strong so he could do hard work and he would live for awhile. That's the reason his old master was selling him, for the money.
The bidding was still going on and it was now all between the old lady and the two scarred men. Suddenly a man in the back arose. His flame-like hair was unable to miss and his face stood determined. "100.000" he said.
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well, this is the prologue. Let me know if you like the idea and if I get enough support I will continue the story. Review please!
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