Author's note from Holland: No matter how fast your teacher is. . Throw a stone and you won't miss.

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Chapter one: A new mistress

"That's the one I want, daddy! I want him!"

Princess Bra was at the auction with her father. He told her he would buy her her own slave for her 16th birthday. She always had to borrow slaves from her father or mother and now that she was sixteen, she was old enough to have her own. The choice was all hers.

"That one? But that's a human. You know they make no good slaves." The king told his daughter. He only wanted the best for her, but somehow he felt like this boy would be trouble. Not because of his age, he considered his daughter smarter than to grow to a slave, but something about this youth troubled him.

"Aw come on daddy, at least he won't give me too much trouble. You know humans are considered weak."

"But he's been trained to work in the fields, not to work indoors."

"So? That way I'll need only one slave for both the easy AND the hard work. Please daddy?" Bra tried to sound as sweet as possible

The king considered it. His daughter was right. The boy would be easy to handle for his daughter. It would be a good start for her. He glanced at his daughter. She was giving him the best puppy eyes she could and she knew he couldn't refuse it. He sighed. His daughter really was his princess and she was the only one who could make him do whatever she wanted. Not even his mate had that kind of influence on him. So he rose. "100.000" he said.

All the saiyans in the room turned around to see who made such a high bid. When they saw the flame like hair they gasped and fell to one knee, bowing for their king. The announcer hit the boy with a whip in his kneeholes so that he too fell to his knees. After that the announcer bowed too, one hand over his knee aiming at his heart, the other hand holding the boy down. He glanced at his king who nodded at him and he rose.

"100.000 is the offer, anyone higher?"

But even if one had enough money, they would never dare to go higher than their king.

"100.000 Once. 100.000 Twice. 100.000! SOLD to his Royal Highness King Vegeta of Planet Vegeta!"

All the people in the room rose from their bows and king and daughter left with four bodyguards to fetch the slave. Normally you weren't allowed to take your slave before the end of the auction, but for the king, of course, an exception would be made. After all, you couldn't expect him to stay around low-level saiyans for too long, could you?

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Trunks had been given back the torn green shirt he wore before he was taken here and he had been brought back to a little cell-like room in the back to wait there for his new master. That hair, that face. He looked so familiar. He was positive he'd seen the man somewhere before. But where? Man, that was the king? Then how come he knew him? Well, he wasn't sure he wanted to find out. Something told him that his new home wasn't going to be easy. He couldn't help wondering where they'd take him though. Would they take him to the palace? Well, wherever he was going and whatever he had to do, he'd better do as he was told. No doubt the king would punish him if he did anything wrong. Saiyans were harsh and so was their king.

A few minutes later the door to his room opened and Trunks heard a voice. "Here he is, your majesty, and once again, princess, you've made an excellent choice." A small, fat man entered the room, followed by the princess, who was just a little bit smaller than himself, and the king(We all know how tall he is ^-^). The bodyguards stayed outside.

Bra walked up to Trunks, eyeing him from head to toe. Trunks just stood there, not knowing what to do. She was really beautiful, her long black hair was up lightly and her golden crown in her hair made the look perfect. Her face was soft and young and she wore a royal blue dress. She was a real princess. Trunks didn't dare to look the princess in the eyes, so he bowed his head and stared at the ground.

The princess nodded once "Follow me." She said and turned to the king. "Let's go home, father." The king nodded and they left the room. Trunks followed the princess out where he was grabbed by a huge bald man. "Nappa, I believe he can walk for himself."

Hesitating, the bald man let go. "As you wish, princess"

Outside, three giant black hover cars were waiting for them. "He can ride with Nappa and the others." The king said.

Bra nodded and pointed to the first car. "You go in there." She said. Trunks walked up to the car and got in, followed by two bodyguards. Nappa was the last one to get in the car, but before he could get in, Bra turned to him. "Be a little nice for him, will you?" she ordered in a warning tone. "I wouldn't want him hurt on his first day."

Nappa bowed. "As you wish, princess." After that he got in and the car drove off.

The ride back to the castle was quiet. Nappa warned the boy not to displease the princess 'or else.' and he warned the other bodyguards to be careful with the boy.

The palace looked huge from the outside. It had several towers that looked out over big parts of the planet, the walls were made of white stones and marmer, the window frames looked like they were from gold, they probably were, and the doors were from some sort of thick metal. Each door was guarded by at least two palace guards who all bowed at the presence of the king.

Trunks was overwhelmed by the sight of it. Even back home he had never seen something like this. And even though they used to be probably the richest family on earth, their capsule corp. didn't look quite as impressive as this did. The guards at the biggest door welcomed the king and opened the doors for him and the rest. They eyed Trunks thoroughly as he passed them, making him feel very uneasy.

Inside the palace it looked even more impressive than it did from the outside. Red carpet on the floors, the frames of the paintings were all gold, chandeliers hung on the ceiling, doors on each side of the corridors. It looked like one of those castles you read about in fairytales. It was truly beautiful.

By the time they reached the princess' chambers there was only Bra and Trunks left. The king had left to get back to his work again, not once during the entire walk had he even done so much as glance at the boy, and the bodyguards had left too.

Princess Bra opened a door and walked in. She told Trunks to sit down on the large bed in the middle of the room. He did as he was asked. "Listen and listen carefully because I'm only going to say this once. I hate to repeat myself" She started with her face straight, the warning tone in her voice could not be missed. "This will be your room from now on. My room is right next to this one on the right. You will not enter unless I tell you to and you will do exactly as I ask. And remember, I'm not just your new mistress, I'm also the princess Royal of Planet Vegeta so I wish to get the respect I deserve. Understand?"

"Yes, mistress." Trunks answered with a low voice, trying his best not to look at her. Like he had never heard that speech before. He'd been a slave for almost 6 years now and he'd had seven masters before her. Maybe even eight, he wasn't sure, but all of them had said the same things. Well, except for the princess part of course but that was not a hard part.

"Good." She said and her face softened a little bit. "Do you have a name or just a number?"

"My name is Trunks, mistress."

"Oh, I hate that word already. You know what? Don't call me mistress anymore. Just call me by my Royal title. Mistress sounds so mean."

Don't call your mistress mistress? That was a first. Oh, well. An order was an order, right? "As you wish, princess."

"Trunks." She almost whispered. "How old are you?"

He wasn't sure about that. The years on planet Vegeta were only a few days longer than the years on earth, but he could not remember exactly how long ago he came here. But he guessed he'd be seventeen now. "Seventeen, your highness."

The girl smiled softly and walked over to the bed. She reached out for Trunks' head which, instinctively, he jerked away, turning his face away from her.

"Don't worry," Bra said, still reaching for his head, "I just want to look at what level they set your collar." She took some of the long, lavender hair and held it up to have a better look at the collar. "What? This is barely enough to just walk! Wait here." She said as she got off the bed and walked out of the room.

For the first time Trunks got a good look at 'his' new room. It was pretty big, at least bigger than the other rooms he'd had, and on the floor was blue carpet. It had a bed and a door, which probably led to a bathroom. Next to the bed was a nightstand with a lamp and an alarm on it. On the opposite side of the bed was a small desk with a chair. On the desk stood a lamp and there were some paper and pencils there too.

The door opened again and Bra walked in with some sort of device in her hand. Trunks looked at the device in disgust. He'd seen it all too much. That thing could reset the collar to any level the master or mistress wished. It had been used on him often, usually to set the damn thing to a lower level, not allowing his power to go any higher than necessary.

Bra walked over to the bed and again she held up some locks of his lavender hair. She held the device by his collar and suddenly Trunks felt a tingling in his neck, which indicated that he could raise his power a little now. However, he chose not to do that just yet. He'd wait until she had left to try how far he could go.

"Where did you get that hair colour?" she asked, still holding a lock in her hand.

Trunks looked up at Bra in surprise. That was one question he didn't expect and he didn't want to answer it either. It would only bring back memories of his mother with her blue hair and his grandfather with the same hair colour. So instead he just answered: "I've had it since I was born." That was about the most logical answer one could get.

Princess Bra let go of the boy's hair and stepped off the bed. "I will sent some maids in here. They will give you some clothes and explain the rules to you. I will call for you when I want you. Make sure you're ready then." And with that, she turned around and left the room.

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Three maids had come and they'd given him some clothes and food. Trunks hadn't eaten that well ever since he was taken as a slave. And for the firts time in his life he felt like he was really full.

The maids tried to stay as far away from him as possible and they acted like he had some sort of scary disease or something. But Trunks didn't care. He was used to others treating him that way and he had learned not to pay much attention to it.

The maids explained the rules to the boy. He was not allowed to leave the room unless someone told him to. As long as he kept to that his room wouldn't be locked. If he wanted to shower or something he'd better make it quick and he'd better make sure he was rested all the time, even at night because he had to be ready 24/7. That were about the only new things. The rest, don't look your mistress in the eye, don't speak unless spoken to, bow your head in the presence of your mistress, he was used to already. It was about the same everywhere.

After the maids had left, Trunks decided to take a shower. The water was hot. That was a surprise to him. He hadn't had a decent shower for a long while, let alone one with hot water. As the hot water streamed down his back his thoughts trailed off again to when he was about four or five years old. It was one of the first memories he had and it was a memory of when his mother was taking a shower with him.

========+++ FLASHBACK +++========

Both Bulma and Trunks were naked now as they took a shower. Bulma was washing her son's hair with a perfumed shampoo. Trunks hated that smell, it was too soft for his liking, and he constantly tried to jerk his head away. But Bulma was used to this and knew how to hold his head still.

After his hair was done and the shampoo was out, Bulma started to wash his son. Suddenly, the little boy stepped back, his back against the wall and his eyes in horror while looking at his mother's legs.

"Hey, Trunks, what's wrong?"

Trunks looked up at his mother's worried eyes. "What happened to your pie- pie mommy?" he asked.

Bulma started to laugh sweetly and she sat down on one knee so that she was about the same size the boy was. Then she started to explain the difference between boys and girls. She started calling names and then Trunks had to say if it was a boy or a girl.

"Okay, Goku. Is that a boy or a girl?"

"A. G.BOY!"

"Right! And what about Chichi?"

"Girl!"

"Very good! And Goten?"

"BOY!"

"And Gohan?"

"Eh. a. Boy?"

"Yes, that's right. And now a hard one. Simcha"

Mr. Simcha was a home teacher of Trunks. He taught him how to read and write.

"Eh. not sure. I think he's a girl."

Bulma laughed. "That's close enough. Come on. Let's get dressed."

========+++ END OF FLASHBACK +++========

Trunks smiled softly. Those memories made him feel warm from the inside. But they also made him feel weak. Like he wanted to cry. But even if he really wanted to do that, he wouldn't be able to. He had forgotten how to. He hadn't cried in nearly six years.

"TRUUUNKS!!!"

Eh ow. That was Bra calling over the intercom. She sounded pretty angry as if she'd called before. Maybe she had, but Trunks wasn't sure since he was just daydreaming. And now she wanted him and Trunks was still in the shower! He'd never be done in time! Man, this was not going very well. He was in for it now. His first day here and he was already in trouble.

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Well, that was the first chapter. Tell me if it's any good. Oh, and I'd like to know your opinion on the next matters: 1: Should I put Bardock and/ or Raditz in the story? 2: Should I put Frieza in the story? 3: Should I put Goten in the storye or anyone else Trunks knows from earth or would that spoil my story? Let me know so I can make this fic as enjoyable as possible. But whatever you choose, it will not happen in the next chapter because I am working ahead, hoping I can update once frequently for awhile. Oh, and if you want to be on some sort of mailing list, mail me at the adress in my profile and give me the adress where I got to sent my mail to and the name of the story. Next time: trouble? Later!

chap 2