MUST READ NOTICE!!
A/N: Alright. At first, it might not seem that way, but this is a B/V fic. You just have to wait and see. I must warn Vegeta fans, because there'll be a little Vegeta bashing here and there. Nothing graphic, no worries. Also, this is an A/U to not only DBZ, but FOTU (Fighters Of The Universe) as well. This story also tells what can happen if you make the wrong decision.
Full Summary: Before Vegeta had been born, his mother accidentally did the most foolish thing she ever did/would do. Then, later, when Vegeta is handed over to Frieza, he is trained to become the perfect mercenary by the five strongest Saiyans ever created, and not in a very friendly way. Will these fighters completely destroy his heart? Or will Vegeta lock his heart away so they can't get to him? However, years later, the five of them come back to haunt the nights for him, making him jumpy as Hell, and completely unfocused as old fears resurface. Can a certain blue-haired scientist figure out what's wrong with Vegeta before it starts to get out of hand?
Chapter 1
Somewhere a whole way from our planet Earth, was a planet inhabited by creatures much like us Humans, but they called themselves 'Saiyans'. They looked extremely human, with exception for the monkey-like tail. Long ago, the planet had been called Plant-sei and was ruled by another race that lived on the planet. They were also humanoid, but they were smaller. The Saiyans began to form a threat to this race, also known as the Tsufurin, as the Saiyans tried to get into Tsufurin cities. So, they threatened to wipe out the Saiyans if they didn't stay on their own part of the planet.
You could guess that the Saiyans weren't happy about this. They kept quiet for a few years, under the command of their pack-leader, Veldock Vegeta. The Vegetas had ruled the troop for almost a hundred years already, and it would stay that way. The Saiyans accepted them as their leader.
Veldock ordered them to keep quiet for now, because he had an idea. And so, the Saiyans waited, pretending to stay away. However, on one night, Veldock finally gave the Saiyans the signal, and they attacked. Many Saiyans were injured, but when the clouds removed themselves from the sky, revealing a piercing white orb in the sky, the tables turned. The Saiyans roared to the moon, and transformed into monsters unlike anything.
The Tsufurin became extinct, and the Saiyans began ruling the planet. They rebuilt it, and sent a few baby Saiyans to other planets to protect those, to, hopefully, gain the planet's trust. Most Saiyans mated with one of the natives of the planet, creating hybrids of different kinds. Weird part was, this indeed improved the trust people had in the Saiyan Kingdom. The hybrids seemed to be a lot stronger than the normal Saiyans though, and some even learned how to create machines the planet had never seen before.
Two of the most familiar hybrid families were Greadon and Milen. The Greadon familiar was known for their ultimate strength, and the Milen family was known for its knowledge. However, no matter how hard people may try, things will always go wrong one way or another.
With a heavy sigh, the curly black haired woman turned to face the window. She walked over and looked outside. No one would've thought that she of all people would be chosen as the future Queen of Vegeta-sei, the new name of their home-planet. But then again, it did make a little sense. After all, she was a Greadon, so she had an amazing amount of strength. Her older brother had taught her just about everything, because their parents were dead.
Rosicheena Anaia Greadon was her name, but she was now to be called Rosicheena Vegeta. It kind of freaked her out. She sighed and fingered a loose strand of hair. She was twenty, and that was rather young compared to the Prince of Saiyans. She had black eyes, and coal black hair, like her father. Her hair was really long, and reached her knees easily. She was lucky that it didn't grow any further, or she would've tripped over it.
'Damnit! Why me? Why did I have to be the upcoming Queen?!' she asked herself, one hand on her belly. 'Yeah, and pretty soon, this here will turn into a beachball!' Yes, she was already pregnant, and the next Prince of Saiyans was already nestled into her womb. 'Ah whatever! I'll find a way to escape this place!' she thought with a smirk.
"Excuse me, Princess Rosicheena," a familiar voice rang out through the room, and Rosicheena turned around. She smiled broadly. "Elvor!! What are you doing here?!" she asked her brother standing there. Elvor was a total different picture than Rosicheena. His hair was a blood-ruby red, spiked upward with the use of something he called 'styling-gel', and his eyes were emerald green, and his ears had sharp points on them. Elvor was one of the few Saiyans whom used a sword, and Elvor was the best. Unlike other Saiyans, he wore spandex without sleeves, because he didn't want to wash the blood out of it every time. Also, when he returned from battle, his arms were covered in blood up to his shoulders. He looked like 24, but he was actually nearing 40.
He smirked back at his sister, but then let it drop and said: "There's some guy named Perco who desires to talk to you. I don't know what he wants, he didn't tell me." Rosicheena nodded, and told Elvor to show him in, but she also asked him to stay in the room. The man walking into the room was about 20, 25, and was a hybrid. Easy to tell by the fact that he had blond hair and pitch black eyes. "So, you're Perco," Rosicheena said, more like a statement than a question. "Yes, your highness, that would be me," Perco said with a cool nod. "What exactly is it that you want from me?" Rosicheena asked.
"As you might know, hybrid Saiyans have special capabilities a full-blood Saiyan could never possess," Perco started. "Yes, I already knew that, but continue," Rosicheena said. "If there was a way to create Saiyans with powers beyond that of a hybrid Saiyan, what do you think would happen?" "I wouldn't know. But I don't understand what you're trying to get to." Elvor watched and listened silently, already having an idea what Perco was plotting. "Well, I just so happen to know a way to do something like that." Rosicheena's eyes widened in shock.
She looked at her brother, who looked thoughtful. He finally shrugged and mouthed the words: "It's worth a try." And so, Rosicheena accepted Perco's offer.
That was the biggest mistake she ever made in her life.
KILL!!
A pair of furious sparking sapphire blue eyes focused on the destined target. Plasma pellets were hurled in every direction, all aimed in the way of those menacing eyes. The pellets rebound on some kind of invisible wall as the person took slow, angered paces forward.
MURDER!!
A gloved hand was raised, and the pace didn't lessen. Fingers spread, palm facing a group of aliens shooting plasma. Pure black energy formed at the hand, and started growing gradually. A scream of horror as the aliens fled, but the energy was launched, and created an explosion that burned their flesh, and scarred them beyond recognition.
DEATH!!
Eyes turned to others firing. Another boll of energy formed, and was finally shot off, killing even more of the gunmen. A scream was heard and the head that held those piercing gems seemed to turn in slow motion, facing the alien planning to slash at the monster standing there with a sword.
MASSACRE!!
A hand rose, effectively stopping the blade. The alien gasped as another hand was placed on his chest. Black energy formed, and shot straight through him, making blood gargle from his throat, before he fell to the ground, dead.
DESTROY!!
The blade fell to the ground, and those eyes scanned the area slowly. A black screen placed over one of the eyes blinked, showing yellow numbers and texts that we humans would never be able to understand. A slow pace, head moving from side to side, numbers flashing wildly.
TERMINATE!!
Crunching below feet as they stepped on corpses of dead creatures of every kind. Calm, almost silent breathing, yet ragged from a mysterious anger and hate. Finally, the feet came to a halt, standing 20 feet before a castle of some kind. In truth, it was actually a prison. It was heavily guarded, but those eyes burned viciously, threatening to burn a hole in the structure.
SLAUGHTER!!
"This terrain is property of the state!!" a voice echoed through a megaphone. "We must request you to leave at once or we'll open fire!"
Blinking, twice.
Staring at the prison.
Silence.
No movement.
"Please leave the terrain as fast as possible!!"
Movement.
A foot lifted, and was planted down on the ground.
"This is your last warning!!"
Another step.
Another.
Another.
"OPEN FIRE!!!" Shots followed, but none hit.
Movement too fast for anyone to notice.
First here, then there.
Finally, the door. Two hands find the metal of the door.
BURN!! BURN!! BURN!! BURN!!
Black flames spread, destroying the entire door and lighting the bricks of the prison. Screams of pain and terror rang out. The flames swallowed them all up, as two feet continued through the molten doors and not even bothered by the flames licking at clothes, hair and skin.
FIND!! FIND!! FIND!!
Stepping through debris, finally, the destination was reached. The flames came to melt the metal bars, and moved back to allow passage.
He looked up, seeing the figure in the doorway and starting to panic. Burning sapphires burned holes into his soul. "I'm sorry I'm sorry!!" he instantly began apologizing, falling to his knees by the pair of feet. "Please!! It was an accident!! T-t-they were expecting us!! I'm sorry!!" he cried.
A hand grasped the back of his neck, and he gasped in shock. He was lifted off his feet, and began to silently cry. The free hand moved up and pressed the side of the contraption over the left eye. "24th Unit!!" sounded over the other side. "Found," a cold and emotionless voice hissed. "Good. Then we're done," another voice said. A yawn was heard. "Moi waz gettin' tired of zis anyway," a fourth voice said. "So was I, let's go!" a fifth voice said. The connection was broken, and the two feet stalked away from the prison, the child still clutched in one hand.
A composed figure stood by one of the windows, staring out into outer space. "Hmmm…" he hummed, watching the planet suffer serious explosions, before five pods shot away from the planet. A violent smirk crossed his features, and he sat back in his throne, facing away from the window.
After a few minutes, a green skinned male walked in, but he looked more like a female than anything with that braid of his and his feminine shaped face. His voice gave it all away though. "Master Frieza, the Ultimate 5 Saiyans have returned," the figure said with a bow. Frieza's smirk widened. "Show them in," he said calmly.
The five female Saiyans stalked inside before the green skinned man could even take one step, the Saiyan in front holding a small unconscious child in her hand. Her sapphire blue eyes sparked furiously, and her golden hair hung down her back like a waterfall. One of the other girls was a blonde with aquamarine colored eyes, a different one had curly auburn colored hair and eyes, a third had orange hair and green eyes, and the last had spiked red hair and light blue eyes.
The leader of the girls tossed the young child onto the floor roughly, knocking him back to his senses. The boy had flaming black hair, and the same color eyes. He shook his head, but didn't look up, knowing full too well where he was and who were present.
"So, where did you find him?" Frieza asked. "Prison," the leader of the five said, voice hoarse, emotionless, and chilling to the bone. Frieza looked down at the young boy, who was huddled into a small boll, probably to lessen the pain of what he knew was about to come. The lizard sighed sadly, eyes closed.
"You know what to do, Milaya," he said, and the golden haired female smirked a bloodthirsty smirk.
The boy cringed. 'It was an accident…' he thought furiously, eyes clenched shut when he heard Milaya move from her spot. 'An accident… that's all it was!'
"Vegeta… Vegeta… Vegeta!! VEGETA!!!" a voice screamed, and the boy shot up in shock. His body was wrapped up in bandages, all of them drenched red, and bruises covered his entire body. His head was banging loudly, and his blood pumped furiously through his ears. He turned to the source of the voice.
A sigh escaped the man's mouth. "Don't scare me like that again, Vegeta," the man said. "You had me seriously worried." Vegeta hung his head in shame. "I'm sorry, Uncle Elvor," he mumbled. "I'm not mad at you or anything," Elvor said. "You just had me worried about you! You know I care about you. Unlike some people on this accursed place." The last part was a furious growl.
"Why must they always hurt me?" Vegeta asked softly, his lower lip trembling. Elvor sighed and pulled the boy against himself. "Vegeta, listen to me okay? Life's a bitch, and no one can ever change that. And, like it or not, she'll always bite. Thing is, if she bites, we must bite back with equal force."
Vegeta didn't respond. Life sure as hell bites, but how was he supposed to bite back?