I have one thing to say before I let you go on with the story. I don't own
DBZ. SO YOU CAN'T SUE ME!!!!!!!!!: Þ Oh yeah. And Vegeta is like 5 or 6 in
this chapter.
Prologue: A Great Kingdom Falls, A Princes' Plan
A young prince whined looking up at his father walking steadily at his side. His dark colored eyes wandered down to the gray, stone floor as he sighed. These 'meetings' with that hideous white and purple lizard occurred more frequently. The prince glanced up at his father again. He noticed his fathers facial expression was no longer drowning in pride and glory but was angered, annoyed, and worried along with something that was to never have been shown among the saiyans, sadness. The young prince, Vegeta, didn't like what was happening. The memories from the past week came rushing to him. Before his own eyes, he had witnessed a dozen of the king's warriors were slaughtered by Frieza's men and they even claimed that saiyans had attacked them first. Vegeta clenched his teeth and made his small hand into a tight fist. He knew what Frieza's men had said was all BS, lies. How did he know? It was all displayed in front of him as clear as day in one of the rooms of the palace. He closed his eyes at the memory beginning to see the bloodshed once again.
******
The prince heard a loud pained cry and immediately ran to the scene. He hid behind some furniture as he watched in horror. He saw one of the saiyan warriors down and laying it his own blood. He saw the others developing ki blasts in their hands but they were too late. Frieza's men had grabbed their swords and shoved them down the saiyans' backs, torsos, and even heads. He watched as the blood flew across the room and the warriors' guts fall out of their torn up bodies. He also saw about two or three of the men get their throats slit. All of the blood made the young prince nauseated and was about to make a mad run to his father. But the odds were against him and he was caught. The creatures spat threats at him explaining how they were going to tear him apart and feed his remains to starving creatures out in the kingdom so the evidence would never be found if he told. His fear rapidly grew like fire in a dried up grass field. Each of the men laughed cruelly as the young prince ran out of the room, almost in tears. 'I won't cry, I won't CRY!' he yelled in his mind as he ran to his room. As he sped down the hall he was still trying to take in what he had just witnessed and heard. He finally reached his room but couldn't hold in the pain in any longer and the tears started to course down the boy's face. He was angered, saddened, confused, and scared all at the same time. It was just too much for a boy his age to handle in one day. He wanted to tell his father about what had just happened to his best warriors, but the fear of being killed was on his mind too. Wiping away the tears quickly, he sank to the floor staring at the ground for hours that day.
******
The prince stopped along with the king and his guards and looked up noticing a certain white lizard smirking in his face. Vegeta growled. He wanted to scream in the fiend's ear until it bled. He also wanted to kill him with the swords his men used on the saiyan soldiers. He wanted to crawl in a hole and vanish off of the face of the planet so he wouldn't have to see the face of the creature ever again, but it didn't happen. He wanted to be anywhere than facing this monster. The prince glared at the Frieza as his smirk widened. He then turned up to face the king and looked up too for a second wanting to hear the conversation. Frieza started.
"Your highness, I would like for a saiyan to become a warrior in my. I mean 'OUR' army. My warriors have come across a planet with a very strong military force. They seem to be a bit of a threat."
The prince rolled his eyes. 'The only threat we have is 'YOU' all mighty Lord of fashion violators. That lipstick you wear would scare an army half to death, and it's so not your color.' (An: I have nothing against the color of the lipstick. I think its kind of cool, but not on Frieza. oO;) That's what Vegeta wanted to say in his face but he knew he would be signing his own death warrant. Instead he just bit his lip to keep quiet.
"So. I would be honored if you would allow me to train a saiyan of my choice for 'OUR' army," explained Frieza sneakily and with ease. The king looked at the wall behind the over grown lizard in deep thought.
Vegeta glanced up at his father, 'Just say NO!' his mind screamed. The king closed his eyes for a brief second and sighed.
"All right Frieza," replied the king looking a bit defeated. Frieza's smirk widened even more.
"Perfect!" The king glared at the creature. Frieza continued, "I want." He placed a finger on his chin as if in deep thought. "Vegeta.Yes.I want the prince." The young saiyan's head shot up.
"What?" he asked softly. The king's eyes grew wide.
"No. it CAN'T be my son! He's still too young!"
"But you told me I could choose ANY saiyan," Frieza replied innocently with a smirk still plastered on his face.
"But."
"But NOTHING! You agreed."
The king clenched his teeth growling very low. Frieza, that evil fiend, had tricked the king yet again. The princes' eyes widened as his fathers had a few moments before. The lizard then seized Vegeta's arm dragging him to his side.
"Since the prince has not been taught the basics of survival, I think I'll teach him starting. today."
The prince became horrified and started to kick the lizard. He tried to wriggle free but all efforts were no good. Frieza turned back up to the king.
"Don't worry your highness. You might be able to see your son again." The creature left the building laughing evilly while keeping a tight grip on Vegeta. The prince didn't want to be showing any signs of weakness but he was starting to become frightened of this lizard taking him from his home. He then turned to his father who watched angered and in pain.
"FATHER! Why are you letting me be taken like this?! You promised I wouldn't have to leave home by force! Why must you break your promises?! Father.WHY?! You told me promises were to NEVER be broken! Why father. WHY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!" cried the young prince as he disappeared from his father's sight.
******
The king clenched his fist and lowered his head. Some of the guards looked at the troubled king with pity in their eyes and stood there in silence watching the saiyan begin to quiver. One of the guards summoned up his courage to speak. "Sir, are you alright?" The king couldn't hold back any longer. He raised his head and closed his eyes. He let out all of his sadness, pain, and rage in an ear piercing war cry.
****** Prince Vegeta was thrown into a room on the spaceship Frieza came on. "Get comfortable, this will be your living quarters prince." Vegeta just stood there staring at the ground defeated and not paying any attention to the dark lord. Frieza glared. As Vegeta stood in that spot completely zoned out the evil lizard had pulled out a whip with sharp jagged pieces of glass and metal. With one quick flick of the wrist the end of the whip slapped onto the young boy's soft flesh and he screamed out in pain.
"You never ignore ME! You selfish ape!" spat Frieza whipping the boy numerous amount of times. Blood started to seep threw the newly ripped fabric on the princes' back.
'Why.what have I done to deserve this?!' he screamed in his head. With one last whip the pain became over whelming for the poor boy and his eyes rolled back into his head. He fell to the ground unconscious. Frieza glared at the fallen prince who lay in his own crimson blood.
'That will be enough of a lesson. for today,' the creature thought leaving the room and locking the door behind him.
****** Vegeta now sat curled up on the small bed in his room. His back was awfully sore and his clothes were now in shreds. He sighed remembering him home in Vegeta-sei. He knew he had a good life there. The saiyans worshiped him and his father! Could a person ask for more? Maybe they could, but STILL! He had guards that would protect him from harm and would have to never experience the sting of a whip if the guards were there to protect him. And his father, why did he have to accuse the king, his father, when he knew he could do nothing? The prince shook his head. He just wished this were a horrible dream you could wake up from. If it were, he would wake up and cling to his father for dear life and never let go. However, something inside of him said that this would never be, there was no way it would happen. There was no way it would.
The prince then heard buttons being pressed outside of his room and turned waiting to see who would enter. The next thing he heard was a beeping noise and the door slid open.
A man with a braid walked in with a bundle in his arms and a frown on his face, "Lord Frieza informed me that you'd be training with us. Since your clothes have probably seen the last of their days, I was informed to bring you your new uniform." He placed the blue spandex and armor on his bed along with a new set of white gloves and gold tipped shoes. Vegeta looked up at the clothing for a minute then curled back up into his original position. The man looked at the prince sighing. It seemed like he wanted to vanish and never exist again. He did have sympathy for the prince but knew it wouldn't last long. He headed to the door and looked back at Vegeta. The saiyan looked up.
"Frieza wanted me to inform you that Vegeta-sei has been destroyed by a meteor." Vegeta's eyes shot open and he gasped, his mouth dropping in the process too.
"Prince, you are very lucky to have been saved unlike the fate of so many of your race. However there were two other saiyans that did survive, but they were on different planets. They too will join us. Be happy that you survived prince because you three are the last of your race."
As he walked into the hallway he looked back in at the prince, "Prince, if there is anything you need I'll bring it to you."
Vegeta slowly faced the man, "But, what is your name?" he asked in a shaky voice but quiet voice.
"Zarbon is my name. Frieza had wanted me to make sure that you were 'comfortable' while here."
Vegeta snorted. 'Sure I'm comfortable. I sure 'did enjoy' those whippings.' the thought sarcastically.
"If that's all for now I should be getting back." With that Zarbon pressed some buttons on the side of the room and the door slid closed. The prince heard the foot steps get softer and softer as they walked away from the room.
Vegeta sat thinking and still trying to take in what Zarbon had just told him. He was still a bit too shocked to believe what that guy had just told him. Then it hit him, the pain he felt in his heart was excruciating. His head fell to face the bed and warm tears fell from his eyes to the soft bed covers. The young prince brought a pillow to his face and started to sob wildly. He let it all out, and for some reason it made him feel a bit relieved. He cried for the people of his now non-existent planet. He also cried for his father, he would NEVER be able to see him again
It took him a while to get over his emotions since he never had so much stuff happen to him in a single day. He wiped away his tears with the now blood red gloves he already had covering his small hands. Then the prince started to think of his unlikely future. Vegeta was now aware that he HAD to be part of Frieza's army after just finding out his home was destroyed, but what about the two other saiyans? Would they help him escape like he wanted to do? Would they join the army too and help him train? Would they try to protect him from the evil creature?
The prince laughed humorlessly, protection. Why would he need it? He felt his life would be better off dead too, like the rest of the saiyan population. His eyes darkened a bit from the thought. Did he really want to die? Sounded like the best possible way to end all of his troubles.
No, Frieza would find him barely alive and get him healed with one of those tanks. Then he may end up beating him till he fell like earlier.
"Damn him! Why must he always have a way to keep his warriors alive if he wanted?! I hate it! I absolutely hate it. HATE!" screamed the prince. A few tears slid from his eyes and he wiped them away quickly.
'I have to get out of here,' he told himself mentally. 'But not now, I have to get stronger and learn to protect my self.' The saiyan knew he the way to get stronger was to stay here for a few years. He knew he needed training for surviving on his own. The prince nodded. "Yes, that's what I'll do. I'll let Frieza train me, but I'll leave if I'm pressured too much," he whispered softly. He knew no one would be able to hear him mumble those few words.
Yawning, Vegeta knew he would need rest soon. But first he would have to clean himself of the dried up blood from earlier. He sighed and took the new clothing he received from Zarbon heading toward the small bathroom.
****** As he carefully pulled off the bloodied clothes he flinched from the pain. The forming scabs were being rubbed off by the tattered cloth, and had become irritated once again. Cleaning the wounds with warm water, he began to think about what Zarbon told him. He was now the prince of an almost non- existent race. He felt like he was alone in universe and looked down.
"Why does every thing happen to me? Why must life get harder by the day?" He waited for an answer while wiping his face clean with warm water. He got no reply, just as he expected. As soon as the finished wiping away the dried blood he wrapped the wounds in some gauze he found in the bundle of clothing he received. The saiyan then started to think of a plan to escape.
'Geez. How will I be able to escape? I will need a ship. Yeah, one of those space pod thingies. I'll need to learn to fly it, but how hard could it be? ' He looked up in the small mirror, 'Where will I run to?' Then he remembered something. Bardock, 'He had two sons, right?' he asked himself. 'Yeah. One of his son's is on a different planet. Why was that again?' He brought a finger to his chin. His eyes widened, 'Of course! His abilities to see the future! But he said that Frieza was going to kill them by 'destroying' the planet. However I was told a meteor hit it unless.'
Vegeta's eyes widened, 'That FIEND!' The prince growled, 'He must be the one who killed the saiyans, but why?' He closed his eyes, remembering the saiyan. The price sighed, "Kakarot, that's his name. Maybe he won't mind if I hide out with him. Then we may be able to turn around and kill that creature." He smirked,' Just the perfect plan. I'm kind of disappointed that he may be younger, but hey, one saiyan is better than no saiyan. And he may be able to help me to reach Super Saiyan!'
The prince's mood went from disappointed to excite. He quickly slipped on his 'uniform' Zarbon brought earlier glancing at himself in the small mirror. 'Super Saiyan.I like the sound of that."
****** (AN: Vegeta is like 2 or 3.oO;)
Vegeta ran down a hall to the throne room. His father was sitting on his throne, bored as he quietly walked in and watched his father raise a brow. Some of the kings' guards watched the young saiyan walk in to see his father.
"What's wrong Vegeta?"
The prince looked into the king's eye and replied in a quiet voice, "I have a qwestion."
The king smirked giving his son full attention. "And what may that be?" asked the king. The prince looked at his feet and took a deep breath.
He started, "Father, why is the saiyan race the most powerful race in the universe?"
Some of the guards in the room glanced at each other then back at the prince as he waited patiently for an answer. The king blinked and chuckled slightly, "It's quite simple, my son." The prince looked up at the king as he continued. "You see, every time a saiyan fights in a war and comes back wounded, he gets stronger when he heals."
The young saiyan raised a brow, "So, you're saying every time a saiyan fights someone he gets stronger?"
"Yes."
The king chuckled as his son's excited expression. Prince Vegeta spoke again, "Is that how the legendary super saiyan came to be?"
"You 'could' say that."
The prince was speechless but looked up at his father smirking. As quickly as he came in the room he went out. The king stood up about to call his son, but stopped. He knew what his son was going to try and do, he wanted to become the legendary super saiyan. The king sat back down on his throne preparing to be bored as he was a few moments ago. The guards exchanged glances at each other before being still as statues once again.
****** Vegeta had taken his armor off and was about to fall asleep in his bed. The wounds he had gotten earlier were still a bit sore but he knew it would make him stronger. The prince jumped into his bed and laid his head on a pillow. He knew tomorrow be rough and so would be the next. However, he knew as each day went by he would get stronger. He smirked, "Bring your worst Frieza! I'm not afraid!" he whispered falling into a deep sleep soon after.
********************************************************** Hey there! This is like my first DBZ fic. oO; I would like to have suggestions for future chapters so please review or email me. I would really appreciate it! Oh yeah. one more thing. I would like to thank my friend for giving me the lipstick idea. I should give credit to 'em cause my friend brought the subject up. So, Thanks (you know who you are) for the idea! I do have the first chapter completed but it needs a bit of work. Okay. I got to go. And thanks for reading. -Takuma
Prologue: A Great Kingdom Falls, A Princes' Plan
A young prince whined looking up at his father walking steadily at his side. His dark colored eyes wandered down to the gray, stone floor as he sighed. These 'meetings' with that hideous white and purple lizard occurred more frequently. The prince glanced up at his father again. He noticed his fathers facial expression was no longer drowning in pride and glory but was angered, annoyed, and worried along with something that was to never have been shown among the saiyans, sadness. The young prince, Vegeta, didn't like what was happening. The memories from the past week came rushing to him. Before his own eyes, he had witnessed a dozen of the king's warriors were slaughtered by Frieza's men and they even claimed that saiyans had attacked them first. Vegeta clenched his teeth and made his small hand into a tight fist. He knew what Frieza's men had said was all BS, lies. How did he know? It was all displayed in front of him as clear as day in one of the rooms of the palace. He closed his eyes at the memory beginning to see the bloodshed once again.
******
The prince heard a loud pained cry and immediately ran to the scene. He hid behind some furniture as he watched in horror. He saw one of the saiyan warriors down and laying it his own blood. He saw the others developing ki blasts in their hands but they were too late. Frieza's men had grabbed their swords and shoved them down the saiyans' backs, torsos, and even heads. He watched as the blood flew across the room and the warriors' guts fall out of their torn up bodies. He also saw about two or three of the men get their throats slit. All of the blood made the young prince nauseated and was about to make a mad run to his father. But the odds were against him and he was caught. The creatures spat threats at him explaining how they were going to tear him apart and feed his remains to starving creatures out in the kingdom so the evidence would never be found if he told. His fear rapidly grew like fire in a dried up grass field. Each of the men laughed cruelly as the young prince ran out of the room, almost in tears. 'I won't cry, I won't CRY!' he yelled in his mind as he ran to his room. As he sped down the hall he was still trying to take in what he had just witnessed and heard. He finally reached his room but couldn't hold in the pain in any longer and the tears started to course down the boy's face. He was angered, saddened, confused, and scared all at the same time. It was just too much for a boy his age to handle in one day. He wanted to tell his father about what had just happened to his best warriors, but the fear of being killed was on his mind too. Wiping away the tears quickly, he sank to the floor staring at the ground for hours that day.
******
The prince stopped along with the king and his guards and looked up noticing a certain white lizard smirking in his face. Vegeta growled. He wanted to scream in the fiend's ear until it bled. He also wanted to kill him with the swords his men used on the saiyan soldiers. He wanted to crawl in a hole and vanish off of the face of the planet so he wouldn't have to see the face of the creature ever again, but it didn't happen. He wanted to be anywhere than facing this monster. The prince glared at the Frieza as his smirk widened. He then turned up to face the king and looked up too for a second wanting to hear the conversation. Frieza started.
"Your highness, I would like for a saiyan to become a warrior in my. I mean 'OUR' army. My warriors have come across a planet with a very strong military force. They seem to be a bit of a threat."
The prince rolled his eyes. 'The only threat we have is 'YOU' all mighty Lord of fashion violators. That lipstick you wear would scare an army half to death, and it's so not your color.' (An: I have nothing against the color of the lipstick. I think its kind of cool, but not on Frieza. oO;) That's what Vegeta wanted to say in his face but he knew he would be signing his own death warrant. Instead he just bit his lip to keep quiet.
"So. I would be honored if you would allow me to train a saiyan of my choice for 'OUR' army," explained Frieza sneakily and with ease. The king looked at the wall behind the over grown lizard in deep thought.
Vegeta glanced up at his father, 'Just say NO!' his mind screamed. The king closed his eyes for a brief second and sighed.
"All right Frieza," replied the king looking a bit defeated. Frieza's smirk widened even more.
"Perfect!" The king glared at the creature. Frieza continued, "I want." He placed a finger on his chin as if in deep thought. "Vegeta.Yes.I want the prince." The young saiyan's head shot up.
"What?" he asked softly. The king's eyes grew wide.
"No. it CAN'T be my son! He's still too young!"
"But you told me I could choose ANY saiyan," Frieza replied innocently with a smirk still plastered on his face.
"But."
"But NOTHING! You agreed."
The king clenched his teeth growling very low. Frieza, that evil fiend, had tricked the king yet again. The princes' eyes widened as his fathers had a few moments before. The lizard then seized Vegeta's arm dragging him to his side.
"Since the prince has not been taught the basics of survival, I think I'll teach him starting. today."
The prince became horrified and started to kick the lizard. He tried to wriggle free but all efforts were no good. Frieza turned back up to the king.
"Don't worry your highness. You might be able to see your son again." The creature left the building laughing evilly while keeping a tight grip on Vegeta. The prince didn't want to be showing any signs of weakness but he was starting to become frightened of this lizard taking him from his home. He then turned to his father who watched angered and in pain.
"FATHER! Why are you letting me be taken like this?! You promised I wouldn't have to leave home by force! Why must you break your promises?! Father.WHY?! You told me promises were to NEVER be broken! Why father. WHY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!" cried the young prince as he disappeared from his father's sight.
******
The king clenched his fist and lowered his head. Some of the guards looked at the troubled king with pity in their eyes and stood there in silence watching the saiyan begin to quiver. One of the guards summoned up his courage to speak. "Sir, are you alright?" The king couldn't hold back any longer. He raised his head and closed his eyes. He let out all of his sadness, pain, and rage in an ear piercing war cry.
****** Prince Vegeta was thrown into a room on the spaceship Frieza came on. "Get comfortable, this will be your living quarters prince." Vegeta just stood there staring at the ground defeated and not paying any attention to the dark lord. Frieza glared. As Vegeta stood in that spot completely zoned out the evil lizard had pulled out a whip with sharp jagged pieces of glass and metal. With one quick flick of the wrist the end of the whip slapped onto the young boy's soft flesh and he screamed out in pain.
"You never ignore ME! You selfish ape!" spat Frieza whipping the boy numerous amount of times. Blood started to seep threw the newly ripped fabric on the princes' back.
'Why.what have I done to deserve this?!' he screamed in his head. With one last whip the pain became over whelming for the poor boy and his eyes rolled back into his head. He fell to the ground unconscious. Frieza glared at the fallen prince who lay in his own crimson blood.
'That will be enough of a lesson. for today,' the creature thought leaving the room and locking the door behind him.
****** Vegeta now sat curled up on the small bed in his room. His back was awfully sore and his clothes were now in shreds. He sighed remembering him home in Vegeta-sei. He knew he had a good life there. The saiyans worshiped him and his father! Could a person ask for more? Maybe they could, but STILL! He had guards that would protect him from harm and would have to never experience the sting of a whip if the guards were there to protect him. And his father, why did he have to accuse the king, his father, when he knew he could do nothing? The prince shook his head. He just wished this were a horrible dream you could wake up from. If it were, he would wake up and cling to his father for dear life and never let go. However, something inside of him said that this would never be, there was no way it would happen. There was no way it would.
The prince then heard buttons being pressed outside of his room and turned waiting to see who would enter. The next thing he heard was a beeping noise and the door slid open.
A man with a braid walked in with a bundle in his arms and a frown on his face, "Lord Frieza informed me that you'd be training with us. Since your clothes have probably seen the last of their days, I was informed to bring you your new uniform." He placed the blue spandex and armor on his bed along with a new set of white gloves and gold tipped shoes. Vegeta looked up at the clothing for a minute then curled back up into his original position. The man looked at the prince sighing. It seemed like he wanted to vanish and never exist again. He did have sympathy for the prince but knew it wouldn't last long. He headed to the door and looked back at Vegeta. The saiyan looked up.
"Frieza wanted me to inform you that Vegeta-sei has been destroyed by a meteor." Vegeta's eyes shot open and he gasped, his mouth dropping in the process too.
"Prince, you are very lucky to have been saved unlike the fate of so many of your race. However there were two other saiyans that did survive, but they were on different planets. They too will join us. Be happy that you survived prince because you three are the last of your race."
As he walked into the hallway he looked back in at the prince, "Prince, if there is anything you need I'll bring it to you."
Vegeta slowly faced the man, "But, what is your name?" he asked in a shaky voice but quiet voice.
"Zarbon is my name. Frieza had wanted me to make sure that you were 'comfortable' while here."
Vegeta snorted. 'Sure I'm comfortable. I sure 'did enjoy' those whippings.' the thought sarcastically.
"If that's all for now I should be getting back." With that Zarbon pressed some buttons on the side of the room and the door slid closed. The prince heard the foot steps get softer and softer as they walked away from the room.
Vegeta sat thinking and still trying to take in what Zarbon had just told him. He was still a bit too shocked to believe what that guy had just told him. Then it hit him, the pain he felt in his heart was excruciating. His head fell to face the bed and warm tears fell from his eyes to the soft bed covers. The young prince brought a pillow to his face and started to sob wildly. He let it all out, and for some reason it made him feel a bit relieved. He cried for the people of his now non-existent planet. He also cried for his father, he would NEVER be able to see him again
It took him a while to get over his emotions since he never had so much stuff happen to him in a single day. He wiped away his tears with the now blood red gloves he already had covering his small hands. Then the prince started to think of his unlikely future. Vegeta was now aware that he HAD to be part of Frieza's army after just finding out his home was destroyed, but what about the two other saiyans? Would they help him escape like he wanted to do? Would they join the army too and help him train? Would they try to protect him from the evil creature?
The prince laughed humorlessly, protection. Why would he need it? He felt his life would be better off dead too, like the rest of the saiyan population. His eyes darkened a bit from the thought. Did he really want to die? Sounded like the best possible way to end all of his troubles.
No, Frieza would find him barely alive and get him healed with one of those tanks. Then he may end up beating him till he fell like earlier.
"Damn him! Why must he always have a way to keep his warriors alive if he wanted?! I hate it! I absolutely hate it. HATE!" screamed the prince. A few tears slid from his eyes and he wiped them away quickly.
'I have to get out of here,' he told himself mentally. 'But not now, I have to get stronger and learn to protect my self.' The saiyan knew he the way to get stronger was to stay here for a few years. He knew he needed training for surviving on his own. The prince nodded. "Yes, that's what I'll do. I'll let Frieza train me, but I'll leave if I'm pressured too much," he whispered softly. He knew no one would be able to hear him mumble those few words.
Yawning, Vegeta knew he would need rest soon. But first he would have to clean himself of the dried up blood from earlier. He sighed and took the new clothing he received from Zarbon heading toward the small bathroom.
****** As he carefully pulled off the bloodied clothes he flinched from the pain. The forming scabs were being rubbed off by the tattered cloth, and had become irritated once again. Cleaning the wounds with warm water, he began to think about what Zarbon told him. He was now the prince of an almost non- existent race. He felt like he was alone in universe and looked down.
"Why does every thing happen to me? Why must life get harder by the day?" He waited for an answer while wiping his face clean with warm water. He got no reply, just as he expected. As soon as the finished wiping away the dried blood he wrapped the wounds in some gauze he found in the bundle of clothing he received. The saiyan then started to think of a plan to escape.
'Geez. How will I be able to escape? I will need a ship. Yeah, one of those space pod thingies. I'll need to learn to fly it, but how hard could it be? ' He looked up in the small mirror, 'Where will I run to?' Then he remembered something. Bardock, 'He had two sons, right?' he asked himself. 'Yeah. One of his son's is on a different planet. Why was that again?' He brought a finger to his chin. His eyes widened, 'Of course! His abilities to see the future! But he said that Frieza was going to kill them by 'destroying' the planet. However I was told a meteor hit it unless.'
Vegeta's eyes widened, 'That FIEND!' The prince growled, 'He must be the one who killed the saiyans, but why?' He closed his eyes, remembering the saiyan. The price sighed, "Kakarot, that's his name. Maybe he won't mind if I hide out with him. Then we may be able to turn around and kill that creature." He smirked,' Just the perfect plan. I'm kind of disappointed that he may be younger, but hey, one saiyan is better than no saiyan. And he may be able to help me to reach Super Saiyan!'
The prince's mood went from disappointed to excite. He quickly slipped on his 'uniform' Zarbon brought earlier glancing at himself in the small mirror. 'Super Saiyan.I like the sound of that."
****** (AN: Vegeta is like 2 or 3.oO;)
Vegeta ran down a hall to the throne room. His father was sitting on his throne, bored as he quietly walked in and watched his father raise a brow. Some of the kings' guards watched the young saiyan walk in to see his father.
"What's wrong Vegeta?"
The prince looked into the king's eye and replied in a quiet voice, "I have a qwestion."
The king smirked giving his son full attention. "And what may that be?" asked the king. The prince looked at his feet and took a deep breath.
He started, "Father, why is the saiyan race the most powerful race in the universe?"
Some of the guards in the room glanced at each other then back at the prince as he waited patiently for an answer. The king blinked and chuckled slightly, "It's quite simple, my son." The prince looked up at the king as he continued. "You see, every time a saiyan fights in a war and comes back wounded, he gets stronger when he heals."
The young saiyan raised a brow, "So, you're saying every time a saiyan fights someone he gets stronger?"
"Yes."
The king chuckled as his son's excited expression. Prince Vegeta spoke again, "Is that how the legendary super saiyan came to be?"
"You 'could' say that."
The prince was speechless but looked up at his father smirking. As quickly as he came in the room he went out. The king stood up about to call his son, but stopped. He knew what his son was going to try and do, he wanted to become the legendary super saiyan. The king sat back down on his throne preparing to be bored as he was a few moments ago. The guards exchanged glances at each other before being still as statues once again.
****** Vegeta had taken his armor off and was about to fall asleep in his bed. The wounds he had gotten earlier were still a bit sore but he knew it would make him stronger. The prince jumped into his bed and laid his head on a pillow. He knew tomorrow be rough and so would be the next. However, he knew as each day went by he would get stronger. He smirked, "Bring your worst Frieza! I'm not afraid!" he whispered falling into a deep sleep soon after.
********************************************************** Hey there! This is like my first DBZ fic. oO; I would like to have suggestions for future chapters so please review or email me. I would really appreciate it! Oh yeah. one more thing. I would like to thank my friend for giving me the lipstick idea. I should give credit to 'em cause my friend brought the subject up. So, Thanks (you know who you are) for the idea! I do have the first chapter completed but it needs a bit of work. Okay. I got to go. And thanks for reading. -Takuma