Saiyamoon Dynasty Excerpt: Chapter 7

Goten Tries to Convince Trunks to Stop Seeing Chibiusa (Princess Small Lady Serenity)

"I guess it really is always the last place you look," Goten mumbled to himself, landing stealthily in an alleyway. He noticed something unusual about the Saiyan Prince. He stared in silence as Trunks trudged by, dressed casually in Earthling clothes: charcoal grey sweat pants, a loose sweatshirt and a pair of mustard-coloured boots.

Goten stepped out from behind his spot in the shadows. Trunks turned to look.

"You're going to Earth again, aren't you?" Goten muttered, his arms folded, a deep scowl on his face.

"Yeah, you got a problem with that?" Trunks grunted, his hands on his hips, assembling his expression into a facade of agitation to hide his surprise. "I really hope you didn't come all the way here to bring this up again."

"You really don't remember a thing?" Goten pressed, unfolding his arms and bringing them to his sides in frustration.

"Remember what?" Trunks responded tiredly, as though he had heard the question one time too many.

"She's the reason why—Well, because of her…" Goten hesitated, not wanting to say what was really on his mind.

"Spit it out, Goten." Trunks groaned exasperatedly, his expression making it clear he'd given him a nonnegotiable time-limit on explaining himself.

"She's our enemy, Trunks,"

Trunks rolled his eyes, angrily rumpling his hair. "I told you—there's no way she's 'Princess' Whatever. Silver Millennium Protocol would prevent a royal from mingling with just anyone. I know you're just a commoner but you should know that much."

Goten glared. "Wow, you're an asshole. You really are."

Trunks frowned, ready to snap at him until, suddenly, he realised the harshness of his own words. He looked down at his feet. "Sorry," He peered nervously from under his brow. His best friend offered no response but instead continued to stare coldly. Trunks exhaled deeply. He hadn't intended to belittle him, but it seemed at times like these, he was prone to insensitivity. His father's ways were really rubbing off on him. Or maybe, he was just being a Saiyan?

"Er, about this girl," Trunks sighed. "I'm telling you she isn't her. She told me her name and it's 'Chibiusa'."

"Chibi…usa? That doesn't sound right," Goten's eyes narrowed, face screwing up with thought.

"Either way it doesn't matter. Whoever she is, if I met her before then I need to know why I don't remember her. You should understand. You're my best friend," Trunks finished, his voice cracked at the end, as though fighting something like tears. "I'm going— so back off, alright?"

"Fine. But just one thing—that night she was wearing a mask," Goten watched fiercely as Trunks finally turned his back on him, hand to his temple as he prepared to use Instant Transmission. "When you see her again, look for the mark on her forehead. All of them have it."

"Later," Trunks didn't look back as he said it and within moments, he was gone.


Random Pic of Kakarot and Chibi/Teen Goten