Disclaimer and Warnings: Mentions Mpreg, Heats, violence, swearing, and Alpha Dominated Society!

Timelines and ages are slightly different from the original DBZ world.

Since I'm making up a lot of terms here I thought I'd drop some definitions.

Suitors:An Alpha who is courting a Omega. During the courting phase they are Suitors, after the pair has mated they are referred to as Mates.

Pillage: When a crew goes off to claim planets in the name of Vegeta-sei. A first Pillage and how well a crew does on pillages is a status mark.

Ranks of the Saiyan Warriors: (from lowest to highest)

Third Class
Second Class
First Class- Also known as Elites
Captains

High Council:The High Council is a level between Captains and the King. They advise the King on troublesome planets and which troops should go to what planets. There are Six Council members total. Generally, the position is passed down from generation to generation, unless circumstances dictate otherwise.

In This Chapter: The return of Club 7 and a few old faces. TheCrew tries to lure out the traitor while also trying to have some fun.

Alpha Royal

Chapter Twenty-Three: Secrets at Club 7

"You are so lucky to have me," Beet hissed as he took in the Omega sitting on his bed. "How does something like this happen? The Royal Omega has nothing, absolutely nothing, to wear?"

Goten tried not to blush, he really did, but the tips of his ears burned at the accusation. His shoulders hunched in a exasperated shrug, "I told you. I've never really needed party clothes before. But now..." He trailed off, trying hard not to let his embarrassment show anymore that it already had.

He didn't have to say anymore. A knowing smile curled Beet's lips as he finished, "You have someone you want to impress."

Kami, it was mortifying. Goten grabbed the nearby pillow and threw it at his friend's head. "Shut up, I don't have to impress anyone."

Beet laughed, "Has anyone mentioned that embarrassment is a good look on you Goten? It's almost like you're a real omega."

Goten shook his head. He hated looking like a needy Omega, trying hard to attract a mate. He remembered the clothes other Omegas had worn at the club, flimsy pieces of cloth that made them look like mate bait.

He didn't want that, but this would be the first time he and Trunks went out as a couple. They wouldn't be able to hold hands or flirt like a normal mated pair, but the least he could do was dress up. He wanted to see Trunks' face flushed in embarrassment for once.

"Are you going to help me or not?" Goten asked, pinning the other saiyan with a meaningful look. "I'll go into town by myself if you don't."

"Fine fine," Beet agreed, laughter still shaking his voice. "I'll rescue you once again. But when it comes time to announce to the planet that you're the Royal Omega, make sure to tell the reporters that I played an integral role in getting you two together."

"Deal," Goten agreed, forcing himself not to think too hard on what he'd just agreed to.

It was coming eventually, the moment when they would have to announce his secret to the whole planet. When that day came, his life would change forever. His stomach tightened in nervous anticipation. That day might be coming sooner then he wanted.

Beet was already busy digging through his own clothes deemed unacceptable to the wayside while making a small pile of articles that could do the trick. After a few minutes he dumped the smaller pile next to Goten on the bed. "Alright, so what are you looking for here? Do we want to make him drool?"

"No, nothing like that." Goten tilted his head as he took in the pile next to him. Most of the shirts looked too small or too shiny. "I don't really know what Trunks likes."

"Don't think about that kind of stuff Goten," Beet admonished. "Just pick what you like. I'm sure the Prince will love it."

"How?" Goten asked picking up a bright orange top.

"Because you'll be wearing it," Beet answered easily.

The words brought a smile to his face as he continued to search the pile. Beet did have a point.

"But if you want my opinion, I think this would look amazing on you." Beet said pulling out a combination of top and pants. He wiggled his brows meaningfully at the clothes, "These will be sure to make his jaw drop."

Goten eyed the clothes, taking in their dark coloring. It wasn't something he would normally gravitate to, but he had to admit there was an appeal to wearing such different clothing. He touched the leather sleeves and nodded, "Sure. I'll try anything once."

Trunks wasn't use to feeling nervous. The uncomfortable sensation of bees in his stomach, the tightness that contracted in his chest. His body was humming with energy, anticipating a fight from an enemy he couldn't see.

Around him, the capital was carrying on as normal. Saiyan men and woman, alphas and omegas all moving towards their nightly conquests. The hot Vegeta-sei sun had set and a cool breeze had settled over the city. It crept past Trunks' long sleeved shirt and seeped into his skin, making him shiver.

To make things worse, Goten was nowhere in sight.

"Where are they?" He growled, trying to push down his nerves.

Axal hummed in agreement next to him, but he didn't look nearly as irritated as Trunks. For once his bodyguard looked content standing outside of the club next to his Omega.

Nella was taking shelter from the cold next to her Alpha, a happy smile on her small face. She looked like she would brave any weather in cheer if it meant being close to Axal. Trunks was almost jealous at the sight of them. Cuddled together, making their relationship public for all to see. He wanted to do that with Goten, to kiss him on the forehead in front of a crowd and stand close enough that anyone who passed would know exactly what they meant to each other. But he couldn't, not tonight, and not until the traitor had been caught.

A horrible thought struck him then. What if the others had been attacked on their way? Would he know if Goten was hurt?

His chest tightened, stinging him with paralyzing fear. A single thought ran through his mind, Brolly knows. Brolly knows.

This was a bad idea. They were risking too much. He was risking too much.

He almost said as much when a cry broke from the crowd. It was Leta, waving at them from down the street. No sign of distress or a battle to speak of. She smiled at them, completely unharmed. Behind her stood Goten, Trunks easily recognized him among the crowd, he was impossible to miss.

For once his mate wasn't dressed in blocky battle armor or a baggy gi. Tonight he wore tight black jeans and ankle high boots. Metal studs decorated the two articles of clothing, catching the light as he walked. On top he wore a black vest, that zipped down. A thin line of skin was exposed at Goten's mid-drift, showing the firm muscles of his abs.

Trunks sucked in a breath at the sight. Never mind, this was the opposite of a bad plan. This was a very very good plan.

He couldn't remember why he had been annoyed before. Except, maybe because every nearby Saiyan stared Goten with open interest. And... oh yes, there was his irritation again.

Leta and Beet stayed by Goten's side, as if they realized they were the only things between him and the oogling Saiyans around him.

When they were finally within reach, all Trunks wanted to do was reach out and touch the Omega. No, not just touch. Pull him into a dark alley and fuck him senseless.

Kami, this was ridiculous. Did Goten even know what he did to him?

"Your Highness?" Leta asked, interrupting his thoughts. She had been saying something, and he hadn't heard a single word.

Trunks blinked, focusing on the task at hand. His crew wore identical knowing smiles, even Goten who's eyes sparkled in mischief. He cleared his throat and pinned his mate with an accusatory glare, "You kept us waiting."

"I'm sorry," Goten apologized, "Beet was helping me find something to wear."

Beet smiled and nodded. He practically wore a sign that said, "You're welcome!" in big flashing lights. Trunks would have to show some appreciation to his crew mate later. For now though, they had a mission and he couldn't allow himself to be distracted.

"It's fine," He said, letting the mask of cold disinterest fall into place. Here he needed to be Prince Trunks, the next heir to the crown and recent victor of his first pillage. He couldn't wear his heart on his sleeve, even as his heart walked right next to him. "Let's go inside."

The crew followed him to the front door where Nappa blocked the entrance. He older saiyan gave them a toothy smile at their approach. "You're highness! We've been expecting you. I'd say half the capital is here tonight."

It was amazing how quick word got out, but it would work in their favor. Something was bound to happen. Goosebumps prickled along his arm in anticipation, causing his own smile to become feral. "Well the whole planet should be celebrating my victory."

Beet and Leta snickered behind him, they always did love it when he played the part of the arrogant ruler. Nappa did as well, he laughed and stepped aside. "Don't get too drunk. Your father will have my head."

"No promises," Trunks gave him a salute of appreciation and strolled inside.

Inside, the club was packed. There was barely any space to walk around or fly. It was claustrophobic, the stench of alphas and omegas mixing together to the point where he couldn't tell one apart from the other. Trunks recognized a lot of elites from the palace, already deep into the throng of the party. They cheered at the sight of him, raising their drinks in greeting.

Goten stayed close as Trunks pointed to the higher levels and took off. The rest of the group followed him to the third level where the crowd was still thick, but the arrival of the prince had a young omega host quickly rush up to meet them.

"Your Highness, we were told to expect you tonight. Please follow me." He gave a low bow, exposing a long unmarked neck before showing them towards a small area that was closed off.

There were several couches along the railing with drinks and food already laid out. They had a clear view of the floors above and below them and the saiyans floating in the middle, their bodies dancing in midair. It was Trunks' usual spot, but Goten and Beet didn't disguise their awe as they looked about. Leta was already helping herself to a bottle of liquor.

"Hey," Axal gave a low hiss of warning to the female alpha, "Make sure to keep your wits about you tonight. We're not here to get wasted."

"I know I know," Leta waved him off with a wink, "But no one will believe we're celebrating if they don't see us drinking." She said it as a joke but put the bottle back on the table after just a quick sip.

Beet stretched out on the couch, smiling at the group. "I'm good. Gotta be sober to work out my new moves on the omegas."

Trunks rolled his eyes as he settled next to Goten on the couch. If he was closer then any normal Alpha should be, no one said a word. Goten's tail wiggled happily in the air, occasionally bumping his shoulder. Trunks gave it a playful tap, "Hey, control that thing."

"Sorry sorry," Goten grinned, his smile had been wider than normal since the moment they stepped into the club. "I'm just so happy."

Trunks leaned close and whispered, "We're here as targets Goten."

"I know," the black haired tail dipped and wrapped around its owner's slender waist. Goten's eyes still twinkled in delight, "but I'm excited to be here, with you."

Trunks swallowed hard at the words. The last time they had come here Goten had been a new member of his team, Trunks had thought he was another Alpha, had even considered him a dear friend. He could still remember exactly what Goten wore that night, the pleasant touch of color to his face after a few drinks. Those were not things a Alpha remembered about his best friend. Maybe his body had instinctively known what Goten was, even back then.

Goten was still carefree. As if tonight really were another outing for them, just a normal date. Despite the danger, they were in now, or maybe because of it.

He still didn't understand Goten's love for fighting. It was odd for an Omega, but then again Goten was the son of Goku, a man who was the very definition of odd. He was also a saiyan, and maybe both of those things meant more than his conceived second gender.

It didn't matter. The fearlessness Goten showed in the face of danger was one of the things Trunks admired most about him.

Kami, he wanted to kiss Goten.

As the lights darkened around them, he might have, but at that moment not one but two Omega waitresses arrived at their table. Both wearing identical closed lipped smiles. Beet squeaked from his seat, "Twins!"

"Welcome your highness! We've been sent to make sure you and the crew were comfortable." They said in unison with a low bow. When it came to looks, they were definitely unique. Both girls had straight dark locks that hung over their shoulders and bright green eyes. Their black tails waved in the air like Goten's, enticing any nearby Alpha to touch.

Trunks forced himself to pull away from Goten, as he adopted a casual position. "We're fine for now thanks."

"Aw," One whined sitting down next to Beet, her lips glistened with shimmering makeup. "Then we'll just keep you company."

"Please do!" Leta agreed, eyeing the Omega's happily.

The other girl giggled and sat on Trunks' other side. "I'm Charry and that's my sister Pelan. It's so nice to meet you." Charry leaned in close, her thigh touching Trunks'. It was a bold move for an Omega to make but these girls worked for the club and Trunks wouldn't be surprised if they had been given careful instructions.

He felt Goten stiffen next to him. Cool dark eyes taking in the new arrivals with sudden apprehension.

Nella was also staring at the twins. Her body huddled close to Axal, her tail fluffed just the tiniest bit. Trunks took in the sight with curiosity. He'd always known Alphas to get jealous, but seeing Omegas do it was a new experience.

"I could use a drink," Goten announced suddenly. The smile on his face was forced as he stared at Charry expectantly.

The Omega blinked in surprise but quickly nodded, always submissive to the needs of a Alpha. "Of course," she winked and crawled over Trunks' lap to situate her body between the two. Both boys tensed for very different reasons, but she didn't seem to notice as she trailed a dainty finger down Goten's chest. "What can I get you?"

"Nevermind," Goten abruptly stood up, nearly causing Charry to fall to the ground. Trunks reached out to steady her, realizing his mistake a second too late. When he looked up he saw the hurt that flickered across Goten's face before shuttering away. "I'll go get my own drink."

"Goten..." Trunks started, but he was already hurrying away. Shit.

"I'll go with him," Nella said dislodging herself from Axal's side, but not without giving the twins a meaningful glare. "I'll be right back."

The group watched as she marched off. Charry and Pelan were wise enough not to make a comment but continued to bathe the Alpha crew in attention. Beet and Leta preened at the company as the twins began to feed them some of the laid out meats. Charry tried to offer a drink to Trunks, her demeanor flirtatious but submissive. He took it, not because he wanted to but because it was what was expected of him. He was the Prince, after all, to turn away the attention of a beautiful Omega after his Pillage would be strange.

But… it never occurred to him that Goten would get jealous that attention. His mate was always so confident and self assured. The whole reason they were in this mess to begin with, was because Goten insisted on hiding the fact that they were mates now. But that wasn't completely fair either. Trunks was doing it again, acting like an ass without meaning to.

Damn, he thought taking a swig of the alcohol, this was harder then he thought.

There were a lot of horrible things that could have happened tonight. Goten thought he had been prepared for them all. A surprise attack on the club, an out right invasion, at the very least a drunken fight. But he'd forgotten to take into account other Omegas at the club and the affect Trunks had on them all.

He sighed, scrubbing his face hard to try to erase the lingering irritation. Seeing that omega curl up next to Trunks had been hard. Goten had wanted nothing more then to punch her and claim what was his.

How embarrassing. Omegas willingly throwing themselves at Alphas had always embarrassed him in the past, but now it wasn't Charry's actions he was upset about, but his own.

He was better than this. He knew Trunks wasn't interested in her, yet seeing him smile at her made a black hole of despair open up in Goten's stomach.

He never ran away from things, never. Yet here he was, tail between his legs, because he had to pretend to be an Alpha.

"Yo," He called to the bartender desperate for a drink.

The saiyan perked, recognizing him as a member of the Prince's crew and came over quickly. "What will you have?"

When it came to partying and drinking, Goten was woefully behind his peers. He had no idea what was good and what wasn't. Trunks would probably know, could probably help him if he wasn't... ugh.

"Get me whatever you think is good," he told the bartender.

The saiyan grinned at him, "Sure thing."

Goten buried his face into his hands as the bartender went to fix his drink. He felt another body sidle up beside him and groaned, he didn't know if he could handle another Omega right now.

"Hey..."

He recognized that voice, just barely. Goten removed his hands and found Nella hovering over the bar beside him, a sympathetic smile on her face. He remembered her from the last time they'd visited the club. Back then he'd made sure to keep his distance, he'd been terrified that she would know exactly what he was if they spoke to each other.

He still was. Nella had the kind of face that made you spill all your secrets, soft and open. It was a wonder that she was Axal's mate, a man who sometimes seemed as if he was made from stone. There wasn't an ounce of muscle on her. Nella was all soft curves and motherly features. Goten stammered for a quick response, "I... uh... hi."

"You're Goten right?" She didn't wait for a response before pushing on, "Are you ok?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" He asked just as the bartender slid him a brightly colored drink. Vaguely he remembered it from the last time they had visited. He brought the cool beverage up to his lips and reveled in the sweet tasting alcohol.

Nella watched him carefully, waiting until he was done. "Well, I know it can be hard, watching the Omegas fawn all over the Prince. I hate it when someone even looks at Axal."

Goten snorted, disregarding her concern. "I don't care. He's the Prince after all, Omegas are always falling over him."

"Goten," Nella said softly, and just with that name he knew.

She knew his secret.

His throat went dry at the realization, but Nella held onto her reassuring smile. "It's okay," She insisted. "Axal told me. Please don't be mad at him, but he was acting so weird when you all came back and I made him tell me the truth. Besides, I had my suspicion since the last time we met."

"You did?" Goten's eyes flickered to the people around him, hyper aware that the bartender was out of earshot, but if Nella had known maybe others had noticed as well. Maybe since mating there was something different about him.

"Relax," Nella placed a small hand on his arm. A quick reassuring presence before it disappeared, "You hide it very well. I would have never really suspected except..."

"Except what?"

Her smile was small, secretive, as she whispered, "The way you look at a certain someone."

She had noticed that? Even back then? He didn't know what to say. He hadn't even known he had feelings for Trunks back then, only vaguely remembered the horror of discovering his feelings after they had left the club. Slowly, laughter bubbled out of Goten's throat as he shook his head. "I feel silly," he admitted quietly, "I've never been jealous before but now..."

Nella waved him off, "This is different. You're mated now. It's completely normal."

Maybe if he had paid attention in Omega school he might have known that. His teachers probably mentioned Omegas feeling possessive of their mates and how unsightly it was. Omegas were supposed to be quiet and not do anything that would alarm their Alphas, but the emotions raging in him were so strong. It reminded him of the days he spent in Heat, unable to think about anything but Trunks.

"You have nothing to worry about," Nella repeated. "He picked you after all. I've never seen him look so happy."

Goten felt himself smile at the compliment, "Really?"

"Really," Nella said, "Axal told me you were a strange one, so I'm only going to say this once because I'm not your mother and I'm not your teacher but you two are good for each other. Not all mated pairs can say that."

Her words were like a bridge, offering him the assistance he needed and the reminder of what he was. Goten decided then and there that he liked Nella, she knew his secret but her face was void of any judgment. "Thank you Nella."

"No problem. Now, before I forget..." She reeled back a tiny fist and hit his bicep before Goten could react. It was nothing compared to the Elite punches Goten was used to, but the sting it left behind was still surprising.

Goten yelped, "What was that for?"

"For beating up my mate on Borgessa," Nella answered.

Oh yeah. "And this..." She moved again, Goten held up his hands to ward off whatever retaliation she had planned next but all he felt was her arms encircling him in a tight hug. Surprise clenched his throat, preventing any words from escaping as Nella said, "is for making sure he came back to me alive."

"It... It was nothing." He said, trying to gently dislodge the hug before anyone around them noticed. "Come on, Axal is going to see..." A quick glance across the room alerted him that the body guard had been watching their whole exchange, his face impassive. He was lucky. If Goten had been a real Alpha, there was no way Axal would allow such close contact.

Nella followed his gaze and laughed. "You really are a weird one, but I like it." Finally, she pulled back just in time to grab her two drinks from the bar. "Looks like Axal wasn't the only one watching us."

Goten followed her gaze, Trunks was weaving through the crowd towards them. His intense blue eyes locked on the Omega. Nella laughed at the Prince's furrowed brows, "He's so terrible at hiding his emotions."

"I know," Goten agreed, fondness settling in his chest at the sight. Nella patted his arm, a small companionable touch that let him know he had a new ally in the Prince's Crew. She was gone a second later, her vacant spot immediately filled by the Prince.

The thick crowd seemed to part around them, giving Trunks space though a number of eyes were sizing him up. The bartender immediately came over, a drink already in hand without the Prince asking for it. Trunks took it with a grateful smile and sipped. Goten watched him, watched the way people reacted to him, how the club slowly had to readjust itself to his presence.

No matter where Trunks went it was the same thing, people staring, whispering, wanting his attention. As his mate this was a part of Goten's life as well. If people knew what he was to the Prince he wondered how they would look at him.

"I feel like I should apologize..." Trunks said, his voice low in an effort for privacy.

Goten felt his stomach tighten, "No. You didn't do anything wrong, I just... came over here to get a different view of the room. You know, looking for potential danger."

Trunks clearly didn't buy the lie, but it was impossible to talk freely with so many people around them. He bit his lip, blue eyes giving the crowd another look before he grabbed the hem of Goten's vest. "Come with me..."

"But what about everyone else?" Goten glanced back to their table where Leta and Beet were engrossed in the twins. Nella smiled at him from across the floor.

"They'll be fine for a few minutes. Come on..." Trunks pulled and Goten followed.

He kept close as they maneuvered through the crowd. Following behind the Prince as one was supposed to. It was like crossing a river, the throng of saiyans pushed and pulled like a current. The only thing that kept him anchored was Trunks' hold on his vest, pulling him along, unconcerned if anyone saw.

They walked all the way to the opposite end of the second floor, where large men dressed like Nappa stood outside of dark doors. Trunks strolled up to one and like magic the bouncers stepped aside.

Goten watched in awe, then stepped forward. He fully expected the Saiyans to stop him at the door, but they barely looked his way as he followed Trunks into the darkness. There was still so much about Trunks he didn't know, the power he held over others, over the planet, it felt immeasurable at times. And somehow, for some reason, he decided to share that power to Goten.

"Where are we going?"

"My private room."

"You have a private room?" A squeak of surprise came out of him just as they stepped foot into the room. It was as luxurious as Goten could imagine a private room looking. With velvet couches and plush pillows. The walls were painted a dark color that swallowed up the elegant lighting of the room. All the furniture was painted red and gold, the colors of the royal family.

"Of course, this club is only popular because I visit it. They do whatever it takes to make the Prince feel at home." Trunks answered the a sly smirk.

The room was intimate, blocking out the pulsing sound of the club. Goten could hear his own heart beating loudly between his blushing ears. "Then why were we out there?"

"Because we're supposed to be looking for trouble," Trunks said with a sigh. "And we can't do that in here."

It was a fair point. "Besides," Trunks continued, "Beet and Leta like it out there, and I do to. Being around everyone, dancing and laughing, it makes me feel... normal."

Normal, it was such a simple thing that they were both striving for even though they would never be normal. But Trunks smiled at him and Goten couldn't help but smile back. Then it hit him. They were finally alone. In Trunks' private room.

Trunks threw his body on the nearby couch, and sighed, shedding his persona and reverting back to the man Goten knew and loved intimately. Their eyes met and Goten found his feet moving forward, closing the space between them. His body nestled between Trunks thighs as the prince wrapped his arms around his lover for the first time that night.

Goten licked his lips, "So why did you bring me back here?"

Trunks' blue eyes stared at his mouth. "Because not being able to touch you was driving me crazy."

Goten could feel Trunks warm hands slide up his abs, his hips, before pulling him down so he was sitting in the Prince's lap. A unmistakable bulge nudged touched Goten's skin, wringing out a gasp of both surprise and lust. "This is dangerous…" he said, panting slightly.

"Everything we're doing tonight is dangerous. You are the epitome of danger." Trunks smirked, "Why not add to that list."

Why not indeed? Goten had no answer to that, only to lean forward and slant his mouth over his lover's. Their kiss was desperate and hungry. Their tongues battled for dominance, trying to be the first to claim every inch of the other's mouth. In the end, Goten let Trunks win. He made a happy moan ready to move on to the next phase of their intimate meeting. Not being able to touch Trunks had been driving him crazy as well. Maybe if they got this out of their system, they could finally concentrate on the task at hand. At least, that was what he decided to tell himself.

Goten shifted his body slightly to the side and Trunks took the cue. The prince grabbed a hold of his leg and flipped him on to the soft couch cushions, pinning him there with his body weight. Somehow Trunks' mouth never parted from Goten's neck as he continued to suck and nip at the tender skin while Goten squirmed. "I would never think about doing this to any other Omega." Trunks promised with every kiss, "None of those creatures out there hold a candle to you."

"Creatures?" Goten laughed, throwing his head back to give his lover more access. He felt Trunks' tongue slid lower, trailing down his collar bone.

"Omegas," Trunks clarified, "I use to think they were all the same. Until I met you." He pulled back suddenly, removing his mouth and body from Goten's own. Owlish black eyes blinked in confusion until he found Trunks staring at him. A unnamed emotion playing across the Prince's face.

Embarrassment kept Goten from uttering a word. Trunks had no business looking at him like that. Like Goten was the most precious thing in the world.

"Look at you," Trunks said softly, "Only I get to see this. The real you. Not even your family has seen this version of you, have they?"

Goten laughed and quickly placed a hand over Trunks' mouth to prevent him from saying anything more. "Please don't ever talk about my family when you're making love to me."

Blue eyes danced in amusement as Trunks shook off the hand. "Deal, but only when we're making love." He pressed down rubbing his erection against Goten's. Both saiyans moaned at the contact as Trunks moved his hips in a slow, rhythmic motion.

"Do you think we have time?" Goten asked as his own lust slowly began to override his senses. This was not what they came here for, but kami…he wanted this.

"Fuck yeah," Trunks groaned leaning down and capturing the mouth of his omega once more. The kiss was sloppy, and wet, and desperate but neither cared. It was just a show, each trying to show the other how much they needed the other. Trunks bit Goten's lip, establishing his dominance and effectively ending the debate. "I always have time to show my mate what they mean to me."

Goten smiled and bucked his hips in response. Giving the other permission to do what they both needed.

He was crazy about Trunks.

So crazy, he almost didn't hear the sound of shuffling footsteps. Almost. And he wasn't the only one. Trunks growled, a low animistic noise that went straight to Goten's cock. They pulled apart quickly as Trunks placed himself defensively in front of his mate.

Goten glared at his back, "I'm supposed to be protecting you!"

His protest was ignored and soon even Goten forgot about it when he saw a familiar small body hovering near the door way. A smile broke out on Goten's face as he recognized the Omega, "Telo?"

"Um... I didn't mean..." The other Omega's face was bright red as he looked down at the plush carpet. "I didn't mean to interrupt."

Realization suddenly dawned on Goten. Telo was here, in the Prince's private room, and Goten was half naked on the couch. Fuck.

Trunks was still staring at the new arrival, his gaze icy. He looked ready to kill. No wonder Telo was frozen in place. Goten put a gentle hand on his Alpha's arm. "It's ok Trunks, Telo is a friend of mine."

Slowly, Trunks eased under the touch, but his face revealed nothing as he glared at the intruder. "What are you doing in my private room?"

"I… I saw Goten come in here and I was hoping to talk to him." Telo's face had turned bright red as he stammered in response. His hands clutched the thin tunic that hung over his body, showing off slender legs and toned skin. The outfit was a little revealing, Goten thought, for the mate of the club's owner.

Goten pushed his own embarrassment to the side and focused on defusing the situation. He made sure to kept his voice calm and a smile in place as he looked at Telo, "Don't mind the Prince Telo. He's just a little… on edge." Trunks snorted at the words but Goten put a reassuring hand against his lover's back. "Trunks, I think I should talk to Telo alone."

"Whatever he wants to say in front of you he can say in front of me." Trunks snapped, voice harsh.

Goten gave his Alpha a stern look. You're not being very subtle right now, He tried to tell him.

Trunks' tail twitched in irritation as he glared back. I don't care, he interrupted us.

With a resigned sigh, Goten tried a different tactic, "Your Highness, please. Most Omegas aren't used to being in your presence, you're scaring him." Telo gave an indignant squawk that might have been a protest but cracked as it came out the young Omega's throat. Goten tried not to smile as he gave Trunks a knowing look, See?

Trunks snorted and stood up. "Fine, I'll give you two a few minutes. I need to go have a friendly chat to the door guards about letting people into the private rooms without permission." Goten winced at the promising anger he saw in the Prince's eye but didn't attempt to stop him.

"A few minutes is all we need." He let his hand rest on Trunks arm, one last reassuring touch before the Alpha stood and swept out of the room. His clothes and hair were perfectly in place by the time he reached the exit. Goten didn't miss the way Trunks blue eyes lingered on Telo before he left. Whatever he saw must have been enough to convince the Prince that Telo was no threat as he moved out of view back into the pulsing heart of the club.

Once he was gone both Goten and Telo sighed inbreathes of relief. Telo's entire body sagged as if an invisible weight were lifted off him. "That was… so scary."

"You picked a hell of a time," Goten laughed as the embarrassment finally hit him. He ran his fingers through his hair and quickly set about adjusting his own clothing. When he looked up Telo had closed the distance between them and collapsed onto the sofa with a heavy sigh. The other Omega wouldn't look at him, humiliation still colored his face.

"Goten, I am so sorry. I didn't think…" Telo shook his head, slowly the mortification transformed into utter fascination as he watched Goten redress. "I didn't think you… and the Prince… Are you two really?"

"Uh…"

"Does he know about you? What's going on with you two? Tell me everything?"

A large lump in his throat forbade Goten from answering. So much for a secret, he thought. At this rate, the entire planet will know by the end of the month. "Uh… yeah, it kind of just happened. Please don't tell anyone."

"Of course," Telo gasped, "Your secret is safe with me."

Despite the circumstances, Goten found himself smiling at his old friend. It was impossible not to trust Telo, the only other Omega who had known his secret before he became the Royal Omega, his only real friend back from the village. Goten took a deep breath and promised to tell Telo everything once the time was right. "But now," he said quietly, "Why did you come back here in the first place and how did you get past the guards?"

"I am the mate of the club's owner, remember. No place is off limits to me." He'd once said something so similar months ago, announcing his new mate with glowing pride. Now, Telo could barely muster a smile. Goten felt his heart sink at the sight as Telo's face crumpled, "Goten… I…I think I've made a terrible mistake."

"Mistake?"

"With Czar," Telo said, "Goten. I can't be his mate anymore. I need your help. I need to leave him."

Author's Note: Every time you think the story is winding down I throw another twist your way. Sorry about that, I swear we're reaching the ending. I'm also sorry it took so long for this chapter to come out! But thank you everyone for sticking with this story and for your continued support! Please keep reviewing, its the only way I know people are still reading this thing.

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As always, the grammar mistakes are my own as well as some minor changes in spelling. I was rereading some old chapters and...yesh, you guys are too nice not to call me out. I'll be doing an edit/rewrite sometime in the near future. But first, gotta finish this story!