Note: I chose this story to be called "Two Suns Over Vegita" because of the duality of Vegeta's character (Vegeta being symbolized as Planet Vegita and its two suns symbolizing his two natures in conflict: the 'evil' and the kind side.) But I didn't make up that part about Vegita having to suns though, its true. I saw it in the Bardack special ^_^*
With that in mind I hope you understand this story, its meaning and sometimes symbolism. This is my point of view of Vegeta, the prince of the Saiya-jin and what made him such a complex being.
Thank you and enjoy!
PART I
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The sound of anxious footsteps on the metal floor outside of the room was his first memory of that day.
One of the servants was struggling to put his socks and boots on.
"Where's my mother?" he asked while he kicked the servant with his bare feet. The servant pushed his small feet away from her and grabbed a sock.
"Your majesty, please remain still…" she whispered. Vegeta frowned and jumped down from the huge bed he was sitting on. His small toes flinched as they felt the coldness of the marble floor.
"I asked you a question!" the four year old yelled. The servant, a worn looking girl who was no older than fifteen, looked down with shame. She didn't know what to say. If she said the wrong thing, she could be killed. She finally looked up and smiled at the young prince.
"I'll tell you if you let me put your socks and boots on!" she said.
The young prince jumped back on the soft mattress and stuck his right foot out.
"Why is everyone running outside?" he asked, forgetting completely about the whereabouts of his mother.
"Today is a very busy day, your majesty…" she answered quickly.
"Why?" he said as he started moving his left foot back and forth, making it harder for the servant to finish her task. As she struggled with the young prince she thought of a lie.
"Because, everyone is preparing for a big party!" she tried to sound as cheerful as she could. Vegeta stopped moving.
"A party?"
The girl put the second sock on.
"Yes, a party! With lots of candies and cakes from all the planets we have conquered! Imagine that! Millions and millions of sweet things for his majesty!"
Vegeta's eyes grew wide with excitement and the servant girl felt ashamed for covering the truth. She looked at him smiling and felt extreme sadness. He would soon find out and then…
Would he still smile the same way?
The young prince was finally ready. He jumped down from the bed a millisecond after his left boot had been put on. He ran to the door, his Saiya-jin stomach was empty and begged Vegeta for nourishment.
As his hand reached up for the gold handle, the servant girl grabbed it and showed him a big, ripe apple. He grabbed it from her and ate it quickly.
"Your majesty will have to eat here today. Look at all the food they've brought!" she said pointing to a small table to the right. Vegeta ran to the table and started gobbling up the food. He began with dessert and then the main course. The servant girl leaned against the door and hoped he wouldn't ask anymore questions. It was hard enough as it was. Lying made it even worse.
Someone banged on the door and startled the girl. She gave the prince a quick glance. He was too busy eating to notice anything. She opened the door carefully and looked out. She immediately went white with fear and bowed her head. She moved back, still facing down, and kneeled.
His cape flapped behind him as he walked in. He had a distinctive air of importance that inspired more fear than his savage appearance.
The cold orbs he had for eyes moved from his son to the girl.
"Get out you wretched whore…" he said in his gruff and deep voice. The girl nodded and walked out as quickly as her two bare feet could carry her. He grunted and walked over to the small table. Vegeta was oblivious to everything around him.
"Vegeta." The boy jumped as he heard his father's roar. He looked up with his innocent eyes to his father's ruthless ones.
As the king stared at his son he was reminded of his mother and how much he looked like her. The king looked away and walked towards the door. The boy knew he was supposed to follow.
As he walked out to the hall he noticed that the running had stopped and now the hall was empty except for his father and him. As their footsteps echoed all round the metal Vegeta began to wonder where his father would take him. He remembered the servant girl's words and became excited. Maybe he was going to eat the delicious cakes she had told him about.
Vegeta was unaware of his father's growing dread as they approached the regenerator room. To the young prince he always seemed mad. So he didn't expect anything like what he saw later.
"You stay here. Don't move." His father barked.
Vegeta leaned against the wall as his father pressed the button to open the door of the regenerator room. The four-year-old became restless after a few minutes of waiting. He wondered what was happening inside. He walked up to the door and started to jump, trying to reach the button that would open it. But just then, the door opened and his father stepped out. The little boy shrunk back. How did his father see he disobeyed his orders? His father looked at him sternly. He expected a scolding but instead he heard his father's slow footsteps echo down the hall.
The boy couldn't believe it. He was going to run after the king but didn't. He wondered what that room had inside it. Something that made his father quiet was worth taking a look at.
After many tries, Vegeta finally jumped high enough to reach the button. The red light of the button turned green and the metal door slid to the side. The young prince walked in slowly and wondered why it was so dark in there. His eyes took a few moments to adjust to the darkness. He looked around and saw the stand by lights on the regenerators. He used these as a guide and walked to the end of the long room. His tiny hand looked for a light switch on the wall. He finally came upon a button and pressed it. The regenerators' motors started with a low hum. After that, the lights in them turned on and then, finally, the lights on the ceiling turned on. Vegeta smiled at his accomplishment.
But soon that smile vanished as he looked at the other side of the room. In an empty regenerator lay his mother. Her long black hair was still wet from the regenerator's liquid. Her eyes were closed in pain and her mouth was slightly open. Her beautiful soft skin was full of bruises and cuts. Her right arm lay on one side of the regenerator while the other lay on top of her bare chest.
Vegeta's heart started beating faster. From a very young age Saiya-jin were taught about death. But Vegeta had never imagined…his mother…
He ran to her and as he touched her cold skin, his young and innocent heart hoped she would wake.
"Okasan?" he cooed. He shook her gently and called her again.
"Wake up! You have to take me to the party the servant told me about!" he hoped this would make her react. He imagined her eyes opening slowly and awaking to the image her young son. She would smile and say gently, " Little one, you're already awake?"
But she didn't move. Vegeta shook her a little bit harder now and yelled out her name. Just then two men entered the room and froze when they saw the young prince at his mother's side. One of them grabbed the prince as the other carried away his mother through the maintenance door. Vegeta was kicking and screaming. Tears of rage and sadness pouring out from his eyes.
"Why didn't you fill the regenerator!!!" he screamed. Vegeta almost broke loose from the man's grip. The man was amazed to see so much strength.
"We tried to save her your majesty," the man said as gently as he could, " but when we put her inside the new regenerator Freeza gave us, we saw a part was missing. When we tried to put her inside another regenerator it was already…" the prince broke loose and ran out the door. A horrible cry came out of his throat.
The man stood there in silence. He knew it was futile to go after him. He would have to go get the king and tell him what happened.
The sound of tiny anxious footsteps and a broken heart echoed through the metal halls of the castle of planet Vegita.
With that in mind I hope you understand this story, its meaning and sometimes symbolism. This is my point of view of Vegeta, the prince of the Saiya-jin and what made him such a complex being.
Thank you and enjoy!
PART I
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__1__
The sound of anxious footsteps on the metal floor outside of the room was his first memory of that day.
One of the servants was struggling to put his socks and boots on.
"Where's my mother?" he asked while he kicked the servant with his bare feet. The servant pushed his small feet away from her and grabbed a sock.
"Your majesty, please remain still…" she whispered. Vegeta frowned and jumped down from the huge bed he was sitting on. His small toes flinched as they felt the coldness of the marble floor.
"I asked you a question!" the four year old yelled. The servant, a worn looking girl who was no older than fifteen, looked down with shame. She didn't know what to say. If she said the wrong thing, she could be killed. She finally looked up and smiled at the young prince.
"I'll tell you if you let me put your socks and boots on!" she said.
The young prince jumped back on the soft mattress and stuck his right foot out.
"Why is everyone running outside?" he asked, forgetting completely about the whereabouts of his mother.
"Today is a very busy day, your majesty…" she answered quickly.
"Why?" he said as he started moving his left foot back and forth, making it harder for the servant to finish her task. As she struggled with the young prince she thought of a lie.
"Because, everyone is preparing for a big party!" she tried to sound as cheerful as she could. Vegeta stopped moving.
"A party?"
The girl put the second sock on.
"Yes, a party! With lots of candies and cakes from all the planets we have conquered! Imagine that! Millions and millions of sweet things for his majesty!"
Vegeta's eyes grew wide with excitement and the servant girl felt ashamed for covering the truth. She looked at him smiling and felt extreme sadness. He would soon find out and then…
Would he still smile the same way?
The young prince was finally ready. He jumped down from the bed a millisecond after his left boot had been put on. He ran to the door, his Saiya-jin stomach was empty and begged Vegeta for nourishment.
As his hand reached up for the gold handle, the servant girl grabbed it and showed him a big, ripe apple. He grabbed it from her and ate it quickly.
"Your majesty will have to eat here today. Look at all the food they've brought!" she said pointing to a small table to the right. Vegeta ran to the table and started gobbling up the food. He began with dessert and then the main course. The servant girl leaned against the door and hoped he wouldn't ask anymore questions. It was hard enough as it was. Lying made it even worse.
Someone banged on the door and startled the girl. She gave the prince a quick glance. He was too busy eating to notice anything. She opened the door carefully and looked out. She immediately went white with fear and bowed her head. She moved back, still facing down, and kneeled.
His cape flapped behind him as he walked in. He had a distinctive air of importance that inspired more fear than his savage appearance.
The cold orbs he had for eyes moved from his son to the girl.
"Get out you wretched whore…" he said in his gruff and deep voice. The girl nodded and walked out as quickly as her two bare feet could carry her. He grunted and walked over to the small table. Vegeta was oblivious to everything around him.
"Vegeta." The boy jumped as he heard his father's roar. He looked up with his innocent eyes to his father's ruthless ones.
As the king stared at his son he was reminded of his mother and how much he looked like her. The king looked away and walked towards the door. The boy knew he was supposed to follow.
As he walked out to the hall he noticed that the running had stopped and now the hall was empty except for his father and him. As their footsteps echoed all round the metal Vegeta began to wonder where his father would take him. He remembered the servant girl's words and became excited. Maybe he was going to eat the delicious cakes she had told him about.
Vegeta was unaware of his father's growing dread as they approached the regenerator room. To the young prince he always seemed mad. So he didn't expect anything like what he saw later.
"You stay here. Don't move." His father barked.
Vegeta leaned against the wall as his father pressed the button to open the door of the regenerator room. The four-year-old became restless after a few minutes of waiting. He wondered what was happening inside. He walked up to the door and started to jump, trying to reach the button that would open it. But just then, the door opened and his father stepped out. The little boy shrunk back. How did his father see he disobeyed his orders? His father looked at him sternly. He expected a scolding but instead he heard his father's slow footsteps echo down the hall.
The boy couldn't believe it. He was going to run after the king but didn't. He wondered what that room had inside it. Something that made his father quiet was worth taking a look at.
After many tries, Vegeta finally jumped high enough to reach the button. The red light of the button turned green and the metal door slid to the side. The young prince walked in slowly and wondered why it was so dark in there. His eyes took a few moments to adjust to the darkness. He looked around and saw the stand by lights on the regenerators. He used these as a guide and walked to the end of the long room. His tiny hand looked for a light switch on the wall. He finally came upon a button and pressed it. The regenerators' motors started with a low hum. After that, the lights in them turned on and then, finally, the lights on the ceiling turned on. Vegeta smiled at his accomplishment.
But soon that smile vanished as he looked at the other side of the room. In an empty regenerator lay his mother. Her long black hair was still wet from the regenerator's liquid. Her eyes were closed in pain and her mouth was slightly open. Her beautiful soft skin was full of bruises and cuts. Her right arm lay on one side of the regenerator while the other lay on top of her bare chest.
Vegeta's heart started beating faster. From a very young age Saiya-jin were taught about death. But Vegeta had never imagined…his mother…
He ran to her and as he touched her cold skin, his young and innocent heart hoped she would wake.
"Okasan?" he cooed. He shook her gently and called her again.
"Wake up! You have to take me to the party the servant told me about!" he hoped this would make her react. He imagined her eyes opening slowly and awaking to the image her young son. She would smile and say gently, " Little one, you're already awake?"
But she didn't move. Vegeta shook her a little bit harder now and yelled out her name. Just then two men entered the room and froze when they saw the young prince at his mother's side. One of them grabbed the prince as the other carried away his mother through the maintenance door. Vegeta was kicking and screaming. Tears of rage and sadness pouring out from his eyes.
"Why didn't you fill the regenerator!!!" he screamed. Vegeta almost broke loose from the man's grip. The man was amazed to see so much strength.
"We tried to save her your majesty," the man said as gently as he could, " but when we put her inside the new regenerator Freeza gave us, we saw a part was missing. When we tried to put her inside another regenerator it was already…" the prince broke loose and ran out the door. A horrible cry came out of his throat.
The man stood there in silence. He knew it was futile to go after him. He would have to go get the king and tell him what happened.
The sound of tiny anxious footsteps and a broken heart echoed through the metal halls of the castle of planet Vegita.