Here comes the 5th part


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Chapter 5




It was getting dark outside. The evening red, which was caused by the sun, darkened and turned first purple and then blue until it was completely black. Night. Silence passed through the palace prison. The only thing that could be heard were a few cries for freedom, which fall silent in the silence. It seemed like nothing could break that silence, not even the strongest sayajin.


Suddenly one heard footsteps from afar. A lot of steps. Someone was coming down the prison stairs. The footsteps grew louder and louder until they fell silent again.


Someone poked around in the lock of a prison door, which opened after a short time. A tall, broad-shouldered man stood in the doorway. You could only make out its outline. Judging by the oval shape of his head, he was bald. Who was that and what did he want?


Trunks couldn't sleep all night.He always looked up and down in a triangle. First out of the window, where he looked into the dark, then at his mother, who seemed soundly asleep, and at the door. Perhaps his father would soon be there to help them finally leave this terrible place. But would his father go all the way to save her? Sure he would. ... Or? Trunk's hope of salvation grew weaker by the minute. He was unsure. He had noticed that Son Goten and the others were gone, he had heard it through the walls. He understood every word. Son Goku had been there. Yeah, maybe he flew home with them. But would he have left him and Bulma behind? No. He also felt his aura in the distance. So Son Goku still had to be on the planet. He was torn from his thoughts when the silence was broken. Steps came closer. The prison door opened. Was it all too late now? Trunks was preparing to be killed.He wanted to die first. He wanted to save himself the sight of his dead mother. He screwed up his eyes tightly when he realized the man was walking towards him. For a while it seemed that nothing happened. But the man just looked around the room. A woman and a boy. The woman seemed almost dead, but the boy was fully conscious. He came closer and grabbed Trunks by the collar.


It was over now.


Trunks slowly opened his eyes again when he realized he was being lifted up. He is not yet evaluating himself. Either way, he couldn't do anything, he was handcuffed with special handcuffs that prevented his strength from increasing.


The man looked at him briefly, then turned back to the door. He glanced at the woman until he disappeared through the door with Trunks in his luggage. He was afraid to die. He was still so young and had his whole life ahead of him. After all, he was only thirteen. He hit puberty, went to school, and began to be interested in girls.Should all of this be given up just because he was kidnapped by Sayajins? He was strong, after all, his father trained hard with him. And he was a supersayajin. That was out of the question. He was probably much stronger than anyone else on the planet. Exactly. He just had to break the damn chains and fly away. Wait a minute. Before that, he would free his mother, who was still sleeping in prison.


While Trunks worked out his escape plan in every detail, the man went up the damp stairs of the basement. He marched through the long and high corridors of the palace. You would probably get lost here if you didn't know your way around. He turned the corners once or twice, then up several steps, through a couple of rooms and up again. Again around the corner, where only steps led down. At the end of the steps was a large door, a gate. The sayajin went down there and pushed open the gate. A great hall.Apparently the throne room. The man waited a few seconds and then entered. He walked down the long hallway until he stopped in front of a flight of stairs.


Only now did Trunks realize where he actually was. Right where he was the first time he came here, on this damn planet. The soldier who brought him dropped him on the ground and went back to the door where he came from. Then he closed it again.


Trunks was still on the floor. He was motionless. He didn't want to move. His arms and hands ached terribly. He would have loved to cry in pain, but his father's words kept coming back to him. * Never show weakness to your opponent. Inside you can cry and be weak. But always hard and impenetrable on the outside. That is the real strength of the sayajins. * That made him really strong, the only way he could hide his tears behind an iron mask with an unfathomable look that only showed coldness and strength.He had learned that from his father.


His fear evaporated in an instant and he looked up with a -I have no fear- look. The king sat in his chair and looked at him expectantly. Trunks got up. His gaze didn't change. They both looked at each other and waited to see what the other did. Nothing happened. Trunks' breath could be heard ringing in the hall. He breathed heavily. He wanted to stop because it sounded so damn loud.


Then the silence was broken.


"What's your name?" asked the king.


“None of your business,” Trunks replied. The king knew the little one would give way.


"Why do you want to know that?" asked the caught.


"Tell me."


"What if I tell you? What are you going to do then?" asked the boy.


"Nothing. Maybe then I'll let you go ..."


"Really?" he looked suspicious. "There's some hoe in there, right?"


"Just tell me your name, kid."The king was getting impatient.


"Trunks."


"Your name is Trunks? It fits somehow." He snapped his fingers once. A few people came through a side door. One had a chair, one a towel, two carried some kind of machine and one had a needle in his hand. They came up to Trunks. He backed away for a brief moment. Then he was grabbed by the shoulders and dragged towards the chair. The man pushed him down into the chair and continued to hold him.


"What are you going to do???" shouted Trunks.


The king smiled. "A small device that you absolutely should have."


"What kind of device?"


"You should know that. This was done with every sayajin." Said the king. Trunks thought for a moment. Probably the same must have happened to Son Goten and Son Gohan. Sure, that would be the only explanation.


"Where did Son Goten get to?" asked he.


"Son Goten? ... Oh yes, that little lower-class Sayayin.I have no idea. "Answered the king.


"But ... wasn't he here? Didn't he have to go through that?"


"No, he has no blue blood in him. He is not a bit noble and certainly not royal, like you." Trunks was startled. Was he noble? Well, his mother was rich but not noble. Wait a moment. She had said once that his father was a prince. That made him noble, even royal. But how did the king know that he was noble. Nobody said anything, did they?


"How do you know who I am?" asked Trunks.


"All you need is reason. I figured it out. It really wasn't difficult. Besides ... do you think I wouldn't recognize my grandson?"


Trunks suddenly felt that his left foot seemed immobile. He couldn't move it anymore. He saw the needle approach his foot. He was still trying to fight it off somehow, but it seemed hopeless.


"Why are you doing this?"

The king grinned. "Every child of royal descent gets the coat of arms of the Vegeta family tattooed on the left foot. Since you are my grandson, you are the rightful heir to the throne. Of course only after your father." Trunks was amazed. He didn't know what to say, just speechless. His gaze returned to the needle, which was getting closer and closer to his foot.


A pain shot through Trunks' body. He didn't want to scream or cry. Just keep suppressing, as his father used to say. It was no longer possible. He believed he was going to die. It got more and more painful. Then he just couldn't do it anymore. He cried out at the top of his throat. There was nothing he could do about it. Helpless. He had never felt like this before. A bad feeling that his hopes and desires to be saved were fading. His scream lit up all the halls, hallways and corridors in the palace. It seemed as if nobody would hear his whimpering and cry for help, although there were so many servants and soldiers in the castle.None of them would help Trunks. Son Goku was too far away and his father ... he would probably still be on earth. Then his eyes went black. He fainted.


Vegeta was no longer in the castle. His father had told him to go to sleep. But he couldn't fall asleep. So he got up and flew aimlessly around the dark area. He could go free Bulma and Trunks too. But for some reason he didn't want to. Maybe he was happy that way. Here he was a prince and also much richer than Bulma. He would be duly treated and honored by all. Just as it should be for a prince. He was only humiliated by the people. They despised him and he despised them. Here he was again a sayajin prince among many other sayajins. Where it belongs. He would live the same life as before. Before he came to earth and met Bulma. Yes, that damn woman. If only she didn't mean so much to him.If he didn't have a son with her. Much would probably have turned out differently. But now he is responsible for the woman and for Trunks. He had to free her. Just how could he do that? As a prince, you can't just break into prison like that. Kakarott could do that, he was just a normal sayajin with nothing to lose. Where was he anyway? This question bothered Vegeta more and more. As he was flying over a mountain range, he started to land and sat down on a rock. * Where's Kakarott? * he asked himself.


Suddenly he felt a pain deep inside himself. He was startled. What has happened now? It's not like before. Deep in his heart, a pain As quickly as it came, it passed