A/N: AAAAAH! THEY STARTED DRAGONBALL Z OVER AGAIN AND I GET TO SEE THE
EPISODES WITH RADDITZ IN THEM!!!! ^_______________________^ (Sorry, I have
an unhealthy obsession.. o_O;) Anyway, about this story… I got to thinkin'
that there weren't enough Chibi Vegeta stories out there… He's just too
damn cute! ^_^ So here it is.. Maybe a twist of humor, angst no doubt… heh
heh. Oh, and the disclaimer? I don't own Dragonball Z… I just own Radditz.
Radditz is heard swearing in the background ALL RIGHT, ALREADY! SO I
DON'T OWN HIM…. sigh….
Bittersweet Rebellion: The Tale of a Saiyan Prince
Chapter One: Abandonment and a King's Regret
Twin suns caught the surface of a magnificent palace. It was an off-white color, having been built out of one of the planet's rare stone substances. The sunlight glinted off of tiny sparkles in the stone as the suns rose higher. Few windows littered the extravagant residence, as this was a safety precaution, but there WAS one wide-view window towards the very top of a simple looking stone tower. It reflected the crimson sunlight that slowly overtook the planet.
It was Planet Vegeta.
And this was the royal palace.
Located deep in the palace was an extravagant bedroom. Far larger than any room you or I have seen, the room was fabulously decorated. It went on a blood red and silver theme that gave the room a feeling of toughness. Battle armor was strewn across the floor. Spandex jumpsuits lay crumpled in a heap. Against the wall was an enormous bed. Velvet sheets were tangled around a sleeping figure; the bedspread had been discarded onto the floor and forgotten. Still, the suns rose. The snoozing saiyan's eyes twitched gently and opened into a scowl.
The Saiyan cub then sat up, blinked a few times, smoothed his tail fur out, and swung his legs over the side of the bed gingerly, as if he was in pain from a previous injury. He rubbed his hands over his face and eyes to get the residual sleep off, then stood and padded over to the adjoining bathroom. His hair was tousled, his eyes were cloudy, and he had dried blood and bruises positively covering his skin. He reached for the shower faucet handle and turned on the cold water. He then slipped out of his boxers ((oh, come on, veggie-chan CAN'T wear whitie tighties… it's just politically incorrect. I mean, that's almost as bad as him in a speedo or something.. o_O)) and stepped under the frigid stream.
His tail bristled a bit and he tensed up under the cold temperature, but he quickly lathered up, washed the dried blood off (minding the bruises and re- opened scabs), washed his hair and turned the water off. Reaching for the towel, he paused and frowned as he felt one of his joints crack loudly, then dismissed it and ran the towel over his body. The little Saiyan powered up to dry his hair and stepped out of the bathroom.
His eyes raked the room's features, and then settled upon a large walk-in closet. He stepped over the armor and spandex that made another carpet on his floor and into the closet. The light automatically blinked on, as it was programmed to do this, and he turned to his left. What he saw was a rack of completely identical body suits; deep blue in color and built of spandex. Selecting one from the far left, he removed it from its respectable hangar and tossed it over his shoulder. He then turned around to the aisle of armor behind him and picked out a set that looked a tad more worn in than the others. It was obviously his favorite. The tiny fighter walked out of the closet and threw his clothing down onto the bed.
A blinking red light on the bottom right of a screen across the room caught his attention. The saiyan's eyes set into an annoyed scowl of irritation; he scuffed over to the screen and depressed the light with his middle finger. The screen came to life when a disciplined soldier saluted, then stood at attention. He reported the following information:
"Prince Vegeta, Sire, His Majesty King Vegeta has sent a request stating that he would like you to report to Central Capitol City IMMEDIATELY after you wake up. Over and out, Your Majesty."
The soldier gave a final salute before the screen winked out and died again. The Prince's scowl deepened and he walked over to finally pull on his bodysuit and armor, leaving the cape. 'Bastards,' he thought nastily, 'they're always wanting me to do this or that, and what do I get for it? Fake admiration with a false heart. Humph.' He yanked his gloves on roughly and stomped over to the electronically enhanced door. He punched in a complicated code before the door 'whooshed' open, and then trudged out of his room in a huff. Rounding the corner, he ran straight into a rather large leg…
"NAPPA, DAMN YOU!"
"Sorry, Your Majesty! I…uh…was merely coming to wake you! You have quite an important meeting with the king today in Central Capitol City."
"Imbecile! I have ears you know."
Nappa's eye twitched minutely. He wasn't dumb, just a tad slower than the prince. "Are you ready to leave now?"
"Of course. Now shut up."
Being the prince's bodyguard wasn't easy. You had to follow him everywhere, and a social life? Forget it. What's worse, you had to put up with his sarcastic, uncaring mouth and attitude all day, and follow whatever task he sent you on. That meant everything from putting a planet out of orbit to getting his shoes from the closet. 'Just cuz he's prince shit of nasty lane doesn't mean he can make me his personal slave... I AM stronger than him…'
But Nappa's vengeful thoughts were cut short as the miniscule prince (who's attitude made up for his size) shoved past him with his nose in the air. Despite always being insulted and whatnot, Nappa couldn't help but admire the royal heir. At least a little. The kid was constantly under the pressure of his father and mother, troops, kingdom, and anything else that found him un-intimidating. Which was very easy, considering that when caught off-guard, Vegeta jr. was simply ADORABLE. But Nappa'd be damned if anyone else knew that he thought that.
The terrible twosome turned innumerable corners before finding themselves in an immaculate hall. It could have swallowed at least 12 standard-sized homes and still have room left to have a picnic. ((^-^)) 25 very disciplined soldiers stood on either side of a carpeted walkway. Vegeta's lips pulled into a chibi sneer as every last soldier turned and scraped the floor with their noses. It was going to be a long day.
The tiny prince strolled forward on the satin carpet, ignoring the 'adoring' guards. Ass-kissers, really. Nappa fell into step behind him dutifully, knowing that if he didn't, he'd surely get an earful. They strode through the elaborate doors into the courtyard and gasped slightly at the chilly air. A prince and his bodyguard took off into the air towards the west. Regardless, twin suns augmented ((o-o.. that's a queer word..))…… ((Ahem)) Regardless, twin suns mounted higher in the rosy sky.
Bittersweet Rebellion: The Tale of a Saiyan Prince
Chapter One: Abandonment and a King's Regret
Twin suns caught the surface of a magnificent palace. It was an off-white color, having been built out of one of the planet's rare stone substances. The sunlight glinted off of tiny sparkles in the stone as the suns rose higher. Few windows littered the extravagant residence, as this was a safety precaution, but there WAS one wide-view window towards the very top of a simple looking stone tower. It reflected the crimson sunlight that slowly overtook the planet.
It was Planet Vegeta.
And this was the royal palace.
Located deep in the palace was an extravagant bedroom. Far larger than any room you or I have seen, the room was fabulously decorated. It went on a blood red and silver theme that gave the room a feeling of toughness. Battle armor was strewn across the floor. Spandex jumpsuits lay crumpled in a heap. Against the wall was an enormous bed. Velvet sheets were tangled around a sleeping figure; the bedspread had been discarded onto the floor and forgotten. Still, the suns rose. The snoozing saiyan's eyes twitched gently and opened into a scowl.
The Saiyan cub then sat up, blinked a few times, smoothed his tail fur out, and swung his legs over the side of the bed gingerly, as if he was in pain from a previous injury. He rubbed his hands over his face and eyes to get the residual sleep off, then stood and padded over to the adjoining bathroom. His hair was tousled, his eyes were cloudy, and he had dried blood and bruises positively covering his skin. He reached for the shower faucet handle and turned on the cold water. He then slipped out of his boxers ((oh, come on, veggie-chan CAN'T wear whitie tighties… it's just politically incorrect. I mean, that's almost as bad as him in a speedo or something.. o_O)) and stepped under the frigid stream.
His tail bristled a bit and he tensed up under the cold temperature, but he quickly lathered up, washed the dried blood off (minding the bruises and re- opened scabs), washed his hair and turned the water off. Reaching for the towel, he paused and frowned as he felt one of his joints crack loudly, then dismissed it and ran the towel over his body. The little Saiyan powered up to dry his hair and stepped out of the bathroom.
His eyes raked the room's features, and then settled upon a large walk-in closet. He stepped over the armor and spandex that made another carpet on his floor and into the closet. The light automatically blinked on, as it was programmed to do this, and he turned to his left. What he saw was a rack of completely identical body suits; deep blue in color and built of spandex. Selecting one from the far left, he removed it from its respectable hangar and tossed it over his shoulder. He then turned around to the aisle of armor behind him and picked out a set that looked a tad more worn in than the others. It was obviously his favorite. The tiny fighter walked out of the closet and threw his clothing down onto the bed.
A blinking red light on the bottom right of a screen across the room caught his attention. The saiyan's eyes set into an annoyed scowl of irritation; he scuffed over to the screen and depressed the light with his middle finger. The screen came to life when a disciplined soldier saluted, then stood at attention. He reported the following information:
"Prince Vegeta, Sire, His Majesty King Vegeta has sent a request stating that he would like you to report to Central Capitol City IMMEDIATELY after you wake up. Over and out, Your Majesty."
The soldier gave a final salute before the screen winked out and died again. The Prince's scowl deepened and he walked over to finally pull on his bodysuit and armor, leaving the cape. 'Bastards,' he thought nastily, 'they're always wanting me to do this or that, and what do I get for it? Fake admiration with a false heart. Humph.' He yanked his gloves on roughly and stomped over to the electronically enhanced door. He punched in a complicated code before the door 'whooshed' open, and then trudged out of his room in a huff. Rounding the corner, he ran straight into a rather large leg…
"NAPPA, DAMN YOU!"
"Sorry, Your Majesty! I…uh…was merely coming to wake you! You have quite an important meeting with the king today in Central Capitol City."
"Imbecile! I have ears you know."
Nappa's eye twitched minutely. He wasn't dumb, just a tad slower than the prince. "Are you ready to leave now?"
"Of course. Now shut up."
Being the prince's bodyguard wasn't easy. You had to follow him everywhere, and a social life? Forget it. What's worse, you had to put up with his sarcastic, uncaring mouth and attitude all day, and follow whatever task he sent you on. That meant everything from putting a planet out of orbit to getting his shoes from the closet. 'Just cuz he's prince shit of nasty lane doesn't mean he can make me his personal slave... I AM stronger than him…'
But Nappa's vengeful thoughts were cut short as the miniscule prince (who's attitude made up for his size) shoved past him with his nose in the air. Despite always being insulted and whatnot, Nappa couldn't help but admire the royal heir. At least a little. The kid was constantly under the pressure of his father and mother, troops, kingdom, and anything else that found him un-intimidating. Which was very easy, considering that when caught off-guard, Vegeta jr. was simply ADORABLE. But Nappa'd be damned if anyone else knew that he thought that.
The terrible twosome turned innumerable corners before finding themselves in an immaculate hall. It could have swallowed at least 12 standard-sized homes and still have room left to have a picnic. ((^-^)) 25 very disciplined soldiers stood on either side of a carpeted walkway. Vegeta's lips pulled into a chibi sneer as every last soldier turned and scraped the floor with their noses. It was going to be a long day.
The tiny prince strolled forward on the satin carpet, ignoring the 'adoring' guards. Ass-kissers, really. Nappa fell into step behind him dutifully, knowing that if he didn't, he'd surely get an earful. They strode through the elaborate doors into the courtyard and gasped slightly at the chilly air. A prince and his bodyguard took off into the air towards the west. Regardless, twin suns augmented ((o-o.. that's a queer word..))…… ((Ahem)) Regardless, twin suns mounted higher in the rosy sky.