There comes a time in everyone's life where they decided what to do with their lives. Some become wealthy, important people in society. Other become nothing, poor and unwanted, Some people choose to do the things they love with the people they must care about. Even if it means breaking the rules. Our tale begins on a ruby red planet, home to the fearsome warrior race, the Saiyans. The planet, known as Vegetasei, has wide, beautiful landscapes; thick jungles and lushes woods. Vegetasei has large cities including the capital, where all the most popular shops, markets and other good traders are. The capital is also home of the royal family.
The family has ruled the planet for generations to come. The king, whose name is Vegeta, married a upper class women who bore him two children. Their eldest, who is also named Vegeta, was born on a summer morning, just at the crack of dawn. His mother gave him the nickname of "sun warrior" for being born with the sun. The youngest son, whose name is Tarble, was born during the rainy season. When he was born, he was small and weak, which irritated the king. He demanded that the child would be sent away, but both mother and oldest son refused to get rid of the child.
The queen and prince Vegeta took care of the child while the king paid no attention to the baby whatsoever. As the years went by, the brothers grew up together, trained together, and watched out for one another. One day, the brothers were spending their time together in their garden when they suddenly heard shouting from their parent's balcony just above the garden. "There is no way I'm letting my son mate with someone he has no feeling for! He should be able to choose when he is ready!" cried the queen. Vegeta rolled his eyes. He knew what his parents were fighting about. Him about to be of age and picking a mate, yada yada.
"He's going to mate with someone or else! I don't care if he hates them, as long as they produce an heir!" Vegeta growled when he heard his father. During the years when Tarble was still an infant, the king would constantly yell and beat his eldest. If his son was helping the weak, then he didn't care for him. Still, Vegeta grew into a fine young man with the help of his mother. Vegeta felt a light tugging on his pant leg, "Brother, are mother and father fighting again?" Tarble asked with a frown on his elegant face. Vegeta let out a deep sigh, "I'm a afraid so brother. Come, lets leave them bicker." Vegeta turned and floated into the air, waiting for his brother.
Tarble followed his brother into the crisp cool air. Before they were even out of the garden, a loud, hard slap was heard, echoing throughout the sky. Vegeta turned sharply and stared at the balcony where he heard the slap, the same balcony where his parents were. "Tarble, stay close to me." Vegeta ordered. Tarble nodded his head and hovered near his brother. When they reached the balcony, Vegeta covered Tarble's eyes, not wanting him to see the image before him. His father was standing above his mother, his hand covered in a bit of blood. The queen was on the ground, her gloved hand covering her wounded cheek. 'That bastard!' Vegeta thought, landing on the railing of the balcony with Tarble, whose eyes were still covered. The king didn't bother look at his son, instead he looked at the body in his arms and then back down to the queen.
"Leave this place. And take that damn child of yours, I have no need for it." The queen stood, releasing her cheek which showed the small crimson streaks. "Then I'll take Vegeta as well. They're inseparable." The king snarled and grabbed the queen by the throat, "Is that so?" The monarch's eyes went to Vegeta. His face paled when their eyes met. Vegeta tried to get away by turning and floating into the air, but the king grabbed ahold of his red cape and pulled him back. Vegeta landed on the floor of the balcony and marched forward. "Give me the runt, boy." he said in a low voice. Vegeta shook his head and tucked Tarble's head into the crook of his neck, trying to protect him from the bad man which was his own father. King Vegeta growled and grabbed onto Tarble's leg and pulled hard, making the poor boy yelp in pain.
Vegeta tried to keep his brother in his arms but as much as he tried, he couldn't keep his grip. The king pulled a crying Tarble away from Vegeta and threw him at the queen. "Never come back. I don't need you both distracting Vegeta from his studies from being the future king." Vegeta felt tears fill up his onyx eyes. He quickly stood from his spot on the ground and ran to his mother and baby brother. "No, no, no! Father don't do this! Please, I'm begging you!" he cried, clinging to his father's arm. The king flung his arm back, causing Vegeta to let go. "Royalty don't beg boy." he turned to the queen, "Go on. Get out before I kill you."
The queen's eyes widened in horror as she quickly gathered Tarble into her arms. "Vegeta!" Tarble screamed with tears in his eyes. He reached his hand out towards his brother. Vegeta pushed past his father and gripped his hand. "Everything is going to be okay. I'll come find you." he said. The king grabbed a fistfull of his son's cape and pulled back, trying to get his son away from the people that were interfering. The feeling of their hands slipping sent a wave of panic into Vegeta. He gripped his brothers gloved hand tighter and tighter, not wanting to feel it slip from his own hands. In one swift pull from the king, Vegeta and Tarble hands slipped out of each other. The queen took her chance and flew away.
"VEGETA!" Trable screamed as he was flown father away from his brother. "TARBLE!" he shouted back. The king dragged Vegeta back into the palace so he could punish him for defending his mother and brother. As Vegeta felt himself be dragged away from the balcony, away from his mother and brother, he looked down at his hand. Instead of brother's hand, all that was left was his brother's right hand glove. Vegeta brought the glove up to his chest and held it over his heart. He felt empty, numb and broken. The only people he ever cared about, was gone. Gone forever, never to be seen again. He felt as if the gods took away his only happiness in his own hell. Once he was inside the palace, his father threw him into his room and stood beside the door.
"I'm very disappointed in you Vegeta." he said quiet calm, which frightened Vegeta even more. "Stand up." he commanded. He didn't move from his place. He was frozen, stiff. "Stand!" he father screamed. Vegeta snapped out of his thoughts and stood. His father wrapped his arm around his neck and leaned forward, whispering, "You're going to wish I sent you off with them." Before Vegeta could do anything, he felt a white hot pain in the back of his head before everything became dark.