FF.net won't let me post the whole description out there, so here's the rest if that's what you're looking for… The story takes place many years after Frieza destroyed Vegeta-sei and long before Radditz went to Earth. Prince Vegeta can't afford any mistakes now that his plan is so close to execution. But Frieza complicates the situation by forcing a young alien boy to his care.
The Legend of a Prince
by: Shijima
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Prologue
It would be many years before Son Goku discovered his Saiya-jin heritage. And years after that, Frieza would be defeated by the strength of the Saiyan race he has always feared. But until then, millions of creatures pledged their allegiance to the ruthless tyrant. His reign was all encompassing, enforced by his elite warriors. Among them were the few remaining Saiyans in their current galaxy. Perhaps the Saiya-jin were not the strongest within Frieza's army, but without a doubt, they were the most proud.
A planet in the east universe… Planet Zakuro, inhabited by a race whose combined power levels did not exceed the lone Saiya-jin who was sent to suppress a looming rebellion. He had been given specific instructions: Assume the guise of a routine fiscal collection and destroy their courageous spirits. If that were to fail, destroy them. But with deadly cunning, the Saiya-jin knew precisely how to break the will of any creature.
The arrival of Frieza's favorite underling sent ripples of alarm around the entire planet. They wasted no time and a meeting was immediately arranged between the visitor and the royal council. The eight advisors stood of either side of their ruler, desperately trying to maintain composure as idle threats were thrown at them.
There were serious consequences for not having payment when it was due, and it was due at the whim of Lord Frieza. In the past twenty years, the Zakuro-jin had always managed to scrape together enough to appease the collector, but in three months since the last collection, there hadn't been time to accumulate anything close to the amount expected.
Presently, the King of the seized planet was succumbing to the Saiya-jin's intimidating strategy. "Please Vegeta-san, my Saiya-jin no Ouji… Please, I'm begging you, spare my people."
The Saiyan Prince inhaled deeply. He smelled fear pouring from every being in the room, and it made him grin. "Tell me, Shim-atsu Zakuro, when did you, the ruler of Zakuro-sei, become a sniveling coward?" The servants trembled in the corner, and even the King himself was visibly shaking at his throne.
"B-But, Vegeta-san. We don't have the monetary pledge of compliance for the great Lord Frieza."
"That is not my problem," Vegeta said, tiredly examining the back of his hand. "I am only here to collect."
"But we– we don't have the monetary…"
"I am not deaf, you blue-skinned freak! I know you do not have the money. Believe me, if Frieza didn't consider your wretched planet a valuable commodity I would have already destroyed it with you and all your people on it." Vegeta paced the long corridor, letting his words hang in the air. "But no matter how much I want to blast Zakuro-sei into dust, I am only here to collect."
"I'm sorry. We do not have the–"
"If you do not have the pre-arranged payment," every cubic meter of the great hall filled with the booming sound of Vegeta's voice, "then you and I shall find a different payment of equal value!"
"My people and myself do not fancy material possessions. I'm afraid we have nothing of equal value to offer you."
The Prince crossed his arms. "Do your people value life, Shim?"
"Of course, Vegeta-san."
"Would you say that life is priceless to you and your people?"
The King looked puzzled. "Well, yes. But I don't see what this has to do with–"
"I hear you have a son…"
The words fell on the King and his council like a literal load of bricks. Each had their breaths simultaneously taken away. King Shim-atsu's hand went to his chest, over his heart.
Mission accomplished, thought Vegeta with a smirk. There will be no rebellion now.
"You cannot take away the King's only son!" spoke one of the councilmen to the Saiya-jin warrior. "The boy is all he has left since the Queen's unexpected death! Have you no scruples?!"
An anguished cry was the next sound to come from the councilman's mouth. A beam of light had streaked across the room and severed his leg at the knee. He toppled to the floor and clutched the wound. The attack was traced back to the Saiya-jin's extended finger.
Vegeta spat on the fallen Zakuro-jin. "I don't need scruples! I have strength!" Then he addressed the King. "You best advise your associates to keep their fucking mouths shut. Next time, I won't miss."
"Of course, my Prince," replied the helpless ruler.
The wounded councilman was carried out of the expansive hallway by three of his colleagues, but the Zakurian King never took his eyes off Vegeta. A moment of silence passed between them. It became deadly quiet giving the semblance that everyone had ceased breathing.
"Well I don't have all day!" Vegeta exploded. "Send someone to fetch your son. He will be ready to depart with me in twenty minutes."
The Saiyan warrior stormed out of the cathedral-like hallway, ignoring the lethal stares and daggers directed at him. They hated him, but none dared to challenge him, not now that adrenaline was wildly pulsating through him. The near-kill was not enough to satisfy his raging blood lust.
The urge would need to be suppressed though, no matter how violently he resented being sent on this babysitting job. A more important agenda was at hand and he needed a clear head when he arrived at Frieza's compound.
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A/N: Did you like it? I hope so. This isn't my first attempt at a serious fic, but I'm hoping it's better than the others! Let me know what you thought in the reviews! But if it's criticism, be gentle. I'm fragile ^__^
Also, I'm registered as Vegeta-shun at ff.net… but for this story, I'm going to use the penname "Shijima." Just because.
Now, I am busy person so if I don't get a lot of positive interest, I'll just scrap the whole thing. But I hope people will want to read the rest ^__^