The Royal Mark

Chapter 1

Vegeta woke up from his slumber, his hand came to his head as he rubbed his forehead and groaned. 'Same dream, different day' he thought to himself. For a while he had been having recurring dreams of the past specifically of when he was a child, of his bastard father hurting him for not wanting to follow tradition, punching Nappa for his snarky remarks and trying to kill Bardock.

He also remembered his words to him clearly to this day, the third class had failed to stop Freiza and thus their planet was destroyed. When he first found that out as a kid and fed the lie that a meteor had hit the planet and destroyed it he had felt elated and guilty at the time.

Elated as he was able to escape from his bastard father and that awful tradition.

And guilty as his race had died so many lives lost and while they may have been guilty of being killing scores of alien people and selling their planets they didn't deserve to die at the hands of the man that forced them to do that in the first place.

Vegeta could only sigh as he remembered all this and how recently it had been haunting his mind, distracting him and driving him slowly crazy.

He put his arm over on the other side of the bed he was laying on and found the other spot to have no one there, he grimaced Bulma never stayed in the bed and everytime he reached over she would be gone, she was always gone as if she didn't want to stay in the bed with him.

He questioned her about this and she always said the same thing, "I'm busy Vegeta, I have a job to do not spend time in bed cuddling up with you and wasting my time." that response had lead to a argument that then lead to them yelling and screaming at each other and Vegeta storming off as he made his way to his own personal room.

Truth be told, nowadays they rarely shared the same bed and slept in separate rooms, a troubled marriage they had. In fact thinking on it several times he didn't think they really loved each other like a couple but more like friends who argue a lot.

The prince could only sigh as he got himself out of bed and made his way to the shower as he took of his briefs as he usually only wore that, he would go to bed naked usually but on the rare occasion he was sleeping with Bulma she made him put on underwear when he slept with her.

He got in the shower and turned it on, he stood there and let the water cascade down his body, this was always refreshing for him in the morning he went to reach out for the soap bar with his left hand when he spotted the mark on the back of his left hand.

He stared at it, when he was born with this mark that took the shape of the symbol of the royal family, this mark alone had sealed his fate back then but now it no longer bound him but it always reminded him of his past and what his body was truly capable of. No one knew he had the mark thanks to his gloves but the rare times he didn't have his gloves on he always kept his hands in his pockets or he borrowed some of Bulma's make up and covered it up.

He had almost gotten caught by the beta male when he had taken his gloves off but luckily he was preoccupied and Vegeta noticed him just in time.

He grabbed the soap and just cleaned himself as quickly as he could and got out of it and dried off and got dressed in his usual blue spandex outfit, armor and gloves. He sighed and went out of the room to start the day.

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Down to the kitchen is where he went and sat at the table and the cooking robots greeted him and served him a variety of foods, he noticed that Trunks was at the table and Vegeta felt a surge of pride as he looked at his son.

The boy was all grown up, eighteen years old and graduated from that school he went to. He was smart and strong, he always managed to study and train and Vegeta felt happy as a father to have raised such a fine son not that he would admit that out loud though.

He was also grateful to Kakarot's brat who was always next to Trunks always supporting with him and training with him and being there for him no matter what, heck her heard the kid actually studied extra hard to graduate early with the boy. Vegeta had to admit the two were suspicious as they were always joined at the hip and as thick as thieves.

They probably had something going on but Vegeta didn't care if they did, they were good for each other, helped one another and compensated for each others weaknesses. They were good battle partners and they would probably be good together and he would be happy his son had found someone good for him, but if that brat dared to hurt Trunks in anyway not even Kakarot could stop him from killing him.

Vegeta ate through all his food it wasn't very flavorful but it was something to eat as he made to stand up he heard a throat being cleared and looked at his son who had also stood up and was looking at his father and Vegeta raised a brow at him waiting for what his son was going to say.

"Uh...dad I was wondering if we could..um talk about something"

He could tell the boy was nervous about whatever he wanted to talk about but that would have to wait until later as he needed to get to training and if he knew anything about whenever he went to train then Kakarot would show up and ask to train together and spar.

"Not now boy, later I have to go and train and Kakarot's going to show up and well that clown is going to keep me occupied for a while so we'll talk later."

He left Trunks as he made his way to the gravity chamber and began to do some simple stretches and exercises as he waited for Kakarot to show up, appearing out of thin air as usual with his Instant Transmission.

Vegeta stopped and then sat on the floor in thought, the third class was strange ever since he had met him something about him just left Vegeta feeling strange and even his mark acted strange as he felt it tingling and it was a such a strange but nice sensation.

He felt warmth go to his face, the third class always made him feel strange and when he first felt it, he was confused and mad at the clown for making that feeling happen but after a while he accepted it and well he did find him attractive.

He would wonder sometimes about what it would be like if he were with Kakarot instead of Bulma and what would that life have been like with him.

He shook his head, no way would the third class be interested in him besides he had that damn harpy. Oh how Vegeta hated that woman, he didn't even know why Kakarot married her. He asked Bulma once and she said that apparently he had made a promise to her when they were kids.

Apparently he didn't know what he promised exactly as he thought marriage was food and when they met up when they were grown up Kakarot had forgotten about that promise and the harpy pulled the water works and thus they married as the clown didn't want her to cry and feel bad.

Vegeta could only scoff, that bitch wasn't deserving of someone like Kakarot he deserved better.

He stood up, brushed away those thoughts and awaited Kakarot to if he knew the timing of which he showed up then he would be here soon. Vegeta smirked, he always enjoyed his time with the third class and their fights, arguments and his presence.

He couldn't wait until Kakarot showed up and made his day.

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Whew this took a while, I hope all of you enjoy this chapter.

I struggled quite a bit with it and well I think it's not the best and I jumped around quite a bit but I can only hope like I said before that you enjoy it.

Please comment what you think and criticism is appreciated as I want to improve my writing and make it better.

Also special thanks topyschokisses for believing in me and encouraging me to keep writing, so thank you and love you😊😊

Well I'm rambling but hope you guys like it and comment what you think about it, love you all💕💕💕