Dark and dank. How the hell could my father have made the tower dark and dank?
Prince Trunks thought to himself. He kicked at the corner of the old, moldy rug.
That old bastard! Trunks growled to himself. How could I have failed to get rid of him?
I was so certain, and then I find out that the Chancellor of War is as much of a fanatical tyrant
as my father. At least Goten wasn't caught. He's the only inside guy that I can count on now.
"Damn it!" I shouted to the empty tower room. This had all started when I was twelve,
that was when I found out what kind of a leader my father was. He had captured some prisoners
of war and had tortured them brutally. Finally we achieved a treaty with the other side. We
promised that we would send the prisoners back for the return of our people. Well, we sent the
prisoners back...but they were in pieces. Four years later, when I was sixteen, he murdered my
mother because she couldn't stand the killing anymore and spoke out against him. I will always
remember her last words: Please Trunks, do not turn into your father. Have dignity, compassion
and find love. It was then and there that I swore to get revenge on my father and began plotting
his downfall.
Three months ago, on my twenty-seventh birthday, I had put my plan into action. Cham,
my underground rebellion leader said it was time; so did my second and best friend, Goten.
Apparently we messed up along the way. As we took out the corrupt councilors we thought we
could make a beeline to my father, the King of Pelth.
We were wrong. Dead wrong. From all of our watching and investigating the past eleven
years, there was no evidence that the Chancellor of War, Dakkeon Sekt, was bad. He had shot
me with a crossbow just I was about to kill my father. I rubbed my sore shoulder. It had healed
for the most part but it still hurt.
At least Cham and Goten got away. Good thing that Cham suggested we wear disguises.
No one would have known who I was...if I had gotten away. They don't even suspect Goten.
"I want out of here!� I said to the empty air.
"It's going to be a long while before that happens, boy!" I heard my father's voice and he
came into the tower.
Why does he have to come here everyday? He knows that I won't break. All his gloating
does is annoy me even more.
"To bad you don't have any siblings. That way I could kill you."
"What do you want today?" I said. I refuse to call you father, I thought vehemently.
"I've come to tell you that we are about to declare war with the kingdom of Sirvan. Their
queen, Oceana, did not like my proposals. It really is a shame that such a strong kingdom has
gone into the hands of such a little lass ." he said with a cruel smile.
Damn it! If he takes Sirvan then he won't have any strong militant kingdoms left to
oppose him. Wait a minute! I thought Oceana was the princess!?
"To bad the brat's parents are dead now. Her father was an excellent military leader.
She's only twenty-five and having difficulties enough trying to keep her kingdom together. Her
Chancellor of War, Sarris, hasn't lead a true battle. Both of them are untested and won't know
what to do. It will be an easy victory." he concluded.
"Bastard-" I was cut off by my fathers fist connecting with my sternum. I was careening
across the room. My chest was screaming in pain.
I gasped, wrapping my arms around my cracked ribs.
"NEVER Speak to me as such, again, boy!" My father growled, his clenched fist was still
glowing from the use of his power, increasing his strength.
"You will never get it! You will be stopped!" I said still trying to get air into my nearly
crushed lungs.
The King laughed, "And who is going to stop me, boy? You?" he snickered. "You
really need a lesson in reality, brat."
The king walked over to where Trunks was sitting on the floor gasping for breath. He
grabbed Trunks by the front of his tunic.
"And I, being your father, will teach you."
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