away. Something must have happened, his instincts told him. But what? ... Another flash of inspiration ... The first thing that occurred to him then was "Trunks!" he whispered. Something must have happened to Trunks. No, he didn't want to believe what came into his mind now.Was his son dead? Did the king let him die? Vegeta was unsure, but he knew where to find an answer. So he flew back towards the castle.


Trunks slowly opened his eyes. He thought he had just dreamed it all. Just a dream. A hideous nightmare. But then ... it wasn't a dream, it was a bitter reality. He was still sitting in the chair, but no one was holding him or his leg anymore. Exactly, a twitching pain came from his leg, which slowly spread over his whole body.


"Well? Finally awake, Trunks?" asked a voice behind him. Trunks turned around quickly. It was the king who sat in his throne chair.


"What ...?" He didn't know what to say now.


“You passed out.” Trunks looked at his left leg. A drawing. A strange pattern. It looked like a monkey with a crown holding a ball. He realized he was being tattooed. Incredible, probably a dream.Yes, it could only be that. But this pain ... it wasn't a dream.


"Why did you do that?" asked Trunks. His voice was shaky. Just don't show any weaknesses.


"You are a prince. A Sayajin prince. Direct successor to Vegeta. You wear it so that your family tree can be recognized and you are honored everywhere. No need to be sad. Your father has this drawing too, and so do I." explained the king.


"What is happening to me now?"


"If you behave sensibly and don't try to run away, I'll remove the shackles. And? What would you prefer a damp, cold cell, or freedom without shackles?" His grin widened. Trunks thought for a moment.


“Take my chains off and I won't run away,” Trunks said.


"Well." The king approached Trunks and slowly loosened the bonds. Trunks quickly gathered his hands together and rubbed them. They were all red and bloody hurt. When he tried to get up, he felt a short stabbing pain in his ankle, which quickly disappeared.He turned and glared at the king.


"Now I am superior to you!" growled Trunks. Then he rose from the ground.


"What are you planning now?" asked the king.


“I will flee now.” He slowly floated to the window and pushed it away with a ball of energy. He left the throne room at the speed of light and flew out into the dark night. The king watched him for a long time. But he didn't sound the alarm, he grinned cheekily. (Grin and grin and grin * ggg *)


* You won't get far. You will be recognized in the streets and you will be brought back here. This planet is big, but not infinite. You can't hide anywhere. I already know how you will come back voluntarily. After all, people can afford to feel and feel sorry for someone else. It'll kill you someday. I think the earth will soon no longer exist ... * thought the king before he went back to his throne and sat down.

Vegeta felt that his son had escaped. And he also knew the dangers that this meant. He stopped halfway. Now he no longer wanted to go to the castle, but to his son. So he turned to one side and flew in the direction where he felt Trunks' aura.




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