Hello, sorry about the long time. I have been extremely busy with school
work and my job. So here is the final section to my History of Vegetasei. If
you don't remember the story it would probably do some good to go back
and skim the other parts. So anyhow I hope you enjoy and if their are any
questions please write me at Tofu3k@cs.com. Thanks, also I of course
extend the usual disclaimers.
With the level of technology that the Icejin, and now the Saiyans,
enjoyed, space travel was rather fast and easy. As long as one had a ship,
one could go anywhere in the known Universe with relative efficiency.
With the advent of faster and technologically advanced space travel came
the struggle over rights of passage through many quadrants of the Universe.
The Universe is a vast array of unlimited galaxies and solar systems with
planetary clusters. A galaxy for space faring purposes is further split into
quadrants and then into sectors. As it is with all dealings among living,
sentient beings, the first to discover something new is usually the
controlling party over how that thing will be governed, that is until someone
more powerful steps up to the plate. And this was certainly the case with
the first sojourners of space, once speeds exceeding that of light speed was
made possible. The first technologically advanced species to travel large
distances in space, where the Sh'galions, a people whose curiosity in all
things unknown is what made such a feat possible. If there are any truly
altruistic beings in the Universe, the Sh'galions were certainly among them,
for their journeys through space were only for the purpose of finding out
new and interesting things. Their pioneering efforts introduced many other
slightly less technologically advanced beings to their new space travel
technology, and soon there were a few more new space pioneers out
exploring the far reaches of the Universe.
The conflicts started almost immediately and resulted in what we
know now as The Coalition of Rulers. Over a time period spanning a
millennia, The Coalition of Rulers, a.k.a. T'CoR, was seeded with only the
most powerful of beings from all over the Universe, until through scheming
and underhanded devices, twelve Ruling Seats were left to govern over all
the goings on in space throughout the Universe. The Seat most familiar to
us is the one held by the Icejin, the species that gave birth to King Cold and
his infamous sons. The Icejin where not only very powerful, but also very
cunning and shrewd, they were one of the first new space travelers, after the
Sh'galions introduced the technology, the Icejin soon became a governing
interest in the area of space travel and technological development. Once
they got control of space routes in their area of the Universe by becoming a
Ruling Seat, it did not take long for them to start their methodological
dominance over all living beings and their planets. Any who opposed them
were taken care of in ways that were imaginative and viscous. One such
species that presented a hazard to the Icejins power-mongering ways were
the Nameks. Now the Nameks were a peace-loving people, but they also
had great resources of both power and wisdom. At the peak of their
civilization the Nameks were along side with the Icejin one of the first space
travelers, after an encounter with a space faring Sh'galion. Not only were
they technologically advanced, but they had the capacity to produce material
at will, such as was evidenced when Piccolo gave Gohan new clothes and a
sword. Their capacity to do such magical and mystical things touched on
the scale of Gods, particularly where the dragonballs were concerned. Their
civilization was already that of legends when the Icejin got into the space
race. The Icejin fearing the Nameks powers, but also aware of their peace
loving nature, took it upon themselves to destroy the Nameks. They did not
know at the time whether dragonballs truly existed, as they were considered
a myth more than a reality, even among younger Namekians. Only the
elders had the knowledge of such things, and they were mostly in a state of
sublime meditation. So without so much as a howdy do the Icejin arranged
for a catastrophe to occur on Planet Namek. They shifted the position of
one of the Namekian Suns, that altered the climate on the planet and
destroyed almost all of the life on the planet and nearly all of the people.
The only survivors were Guru and Kami, and some others now scattered
throughout the Universe. As Guru and Kami were just children when this
climatic change occurred, they being the pure, naïve souls of youth assumed
it was a natural disaster, and not a created catastrophe by the Icejin.
One thing that the Icejin and the Nameks had in common was a
long life span, measuring in the thousands of years category. This long life
span is what kept such beings in power for so long, besides the ability to
manipulate ki. As the Ruling Seat the Icejin had complete control over any
events or objects in their space and they used whatever means necessary to
assure this control. One of the products of this endeavor was the Planet
Trade Order, which was conceived once it became obvious that the race for
advanced technology caused some worlds to become over-polluted and
uninhabitable, to the point where the sentient beings would be forced to
colonize new planets. In addition to colonization, there was also big
business in planetary ores, that created new materials for technology to use
and shape into profit. In the beginning of the Planet Trade Order,
colonization involved making pacts with already sentient beings that might
inhabit a planet that was to be colonized, or if the beings were not
particularly threatening in population size or strength then just moving in.
However, that changed when King Cold took over the operations of the
Planet Trade Order, following in the tyrannical footsteps of his ancestors
before him, King Cold mandated the purging of all planets that were to be
colonized or mined for ore, thus ensuring that there would be no
interference from any inhabitants, that would slow down progress and
potentially cut into any profits.
King Cold was the son of the Emperor of the Icejin, so he was not
contested when he assumed control of the Planet Trade Order by becoming
its Overlord. As Overlord he was responsible for a large part of the Icejins
profit and assertion of power throughout their Seat of the Universe.
However, because it was such an enormous amount of space, the farthest
reaching galaxies had yet to hear about T'CoR or the Ruling Seat. This
encompassed an unlimited number of beings who had no knowledge of the
true controlling powers that had the ability to decide whether they live or
die. Beings such as us Earthlings among others lived unknowingly on the
edge of danger. The Saiyans also were unaware of the danger they had
provoked when they made their fateful pact with the Arkozians, but they
found out relatively sooner than us Earthlings.
The Planet Vegetasei was in the same galaxy as the Planet Arkoza,
it took only one in a half days to reach by the speed that King Cold's ship
traveled. During the time that it took King Cold to reach Vegetasei, he
contemplated what the Arkozian had told him about the Saiyans.
'So theirs is a rather primitive culture, born fighters. Well if that's
the case, they could prove valuable to the Planet Trade Order. If they are all
like the ones I've already seen in action, then I will only benefit from any
agreements that I can forge with them. Only question is how gullible are
these Saiyans?' King Cold thought, pacing the floor of his command
quarters. A light began to flash on his com board, and a voice of one of his
crewmen interrupted his thoughts.
"My king, I have an incoming communication from Lord Frieza."
Spoke the voice.
"Well it's about time. Patch my son through immediately." King
Cold responded.
"Father, I realize this is a new galaxy for us, but I don't need you
to check up on me, I am not a child anymore." Frieza's plaintive voice
spoke through the receiver.
"Son, although you may have reached your second molt you are
still a molt away from complete maturity. However, I value your
ruthlessness, and that is why I have given you the Darmina Quadrant to
explore for viable planets. And for this generosity of mine I expect you to
NOT whine in my ears every time I request a com with you!" King Cold
snapped at his son.
"Very well father, I apologize then. So what is this com all about
anyway?" Frieza deferred to his father.
"That's better." King Cold accepted his son's apology and moved
on to business. "Son, I have come into some rather interesting information
just recently, and have had to make some adjustments to our schedules."
"Oh?" Frieza asked interested now.
"Yes, our friends the Arkozians are now space dust, with only one
survivor, now a part of my science division. It seems they had decided to
try and find a planet to colonize using their own methods." King Cold
continued. "They enlisted the aid of some rather interesting creatures, that
live in the quadrant you have been perusing thus far. Have you heard
anything about a race of beings known as Saiyans?"
Frieza thought for a moment before responding. "A couple of
months back at a spaceport in the Gamma sector, three of my crew got into
a scuffle with some unruly creatures. I believe they were called Saiyans.
They were not too much of a problem to deal with, however if I do recall
correctly one of their number was stronger than your average soldier. The
local fauna said the Saiyans came from the Epsilon sector, I was going to
make that sector the next one to go to, after I finished dealings in the
Gamma sector, in about another month. So what's on your mind, father?"
Frieza asked in anticipation.
King Cold smiled warmly, proud of how his son always seemed to
get right to the point when it came to business. "Yes, well your information
is correct, the Saiyans do come from the Epsilon sector, from a planet
named Vegetasei, only just recently acquiring this new nomenclature. It
seems they overpowered the Tuffels who had colonized the planet registered
in the Universal Annuals as Planet Plant some centuries ago, that was
before I took over the Planet Trade Order. The creatures that we now know
as the Saiyans, were the indigenous life forms on the planet, they were
listed to be small in number and of no threat to the technologically
advanced Tuffels." King Cold paused for a moment. "It seems the Tuffels
should have followed our policy of planet purging before colonization.
(chuckle) Oh well we weren't around then, so anyhow, these Saiyans have
assimilated the Tuffel's technology and have now become our unknowing
competitors, due to the Arkozians enlisting their aid in acquiring a new
planet."
"So do you want me to eradicate these competitors, father?" Frieza
asked, becoming invigorated by the prospect of a new challenge.
"Not quite, Frieza. I wanted to see if we could not overpower these
somewhat primitive creatures and make them a part of the Planet Trade
Order. That is why I contacted you. I want you to oversee their acclimation
into our business personally. This will be your first true test of authority,
Frieza. I want you to meet me at planetside at Vegetasei in 24hours, so that
we can make our introduction to these Saiyans." King Cold finished
smiling sadistically at the picture that came to mind.
"Send me the coordinates and I'll see you there." Frieza too
smiled, an exact copy of his fathers, breaking off the link, and sat back to
begin envisioning his new conquest.
King Cold too sat back, becoming more thoughtful. It wasn't that
long ago when he first held his youngest son in his arms, after his queen
had given birth to him. Like his oldest, Coola, his newest son too
resembled their mother's race, more than his own. The Icejin were related
to the lizard-like beings known as Sausarians, who were beings capable of
living in extreme environments and naturally born with a very high power
level. The Icejin and Sausarians powerful alliances made them almost
indistinguishable and utterly powerful, however, it wasn't until King Cold
the son of the Emperor Freeze became ambitious and decided to oversee
personally, the complete operation of the Planet Trade Order, that the
peoples of other planets came to really fear the awesome power of the
changelings of Planet Ice. It was only natural for Cold to take a bride who
was also of noble blood, and the union of the Princess Icicle with him
produced the most powerful changelings ever to be born into the Universe,
Coola the first born and Frieza, the youngest. Of the two, Frieza resembled
his father the most, in form and in temperament, however in his ultimate
form, in which he had to be in to allow for the maximum use of his power,
he took on the form of the Sausarians, his mothers race, who do not have
horns. Coola on the other hand was more like his mother in demeanor,
although he had a substantial power level, one that was even higher than his
fathers and younger brother, Coola preferred the games of the mind over
those of the battlefield. King Cold sighed, 'and that is why Frieza will take
over tactical operations, while, Coola stays back with his mother and keeps
things running smoothly from the home base.' King Cold stretched,
readying himself for the battle ahead with the Saiyans turning his thoughts
away from family and back to strategy.
'I think I'll allow Frieza to deploy whatever tactics he sees fit in
dealing with the Saiyans. It will be interesting to see how much he has
learned by working at my side.' King Cold thought, turning to the window.
Relaxing to the view of solar systems passed in the ships progression
towards its goal, he thought, "Yes, my son has become nearly as powerful as
myself and he has not even reached full maturity. He will be the most
powerful changeling in the Universe, behind that of his brother. It is only
fitting to test his strength of tactic now that he is past his second molt, he is
ready for his own command." He looked at the time, "Only 10 more hours,
and the Saiyans will meet with their destiny, what will they choose I
wonder?" He rose from his command chair and walked to his adjoining
resting chamber. Immediately two beautiful humanoid female beings came
to his attendance. One was of a lizard based (liz-bas) species, while the
other was of a monkey based (mon-bas) species, both followed through their
practiced and routine motions with elegance and grace. One took King
Cold's cape, while the other handed him a glass of red wine. "I need some
rest before we reach planet-side." He spoke after downing the wine in a big
gulp and positioned himself in a reclining pose on the large circular divan,
to one side of the chamber farthest from the entrance. At that comment, the
girls took up again a practiced and rehearsed routine. The liz-bas girl
began to massage his feet, while the other turned on some soothing music
and began to dance a slow and rhythmic dance, meant to relax not to entice.
As he closed his eyes and before giving into sleep, he thought, "I need to get
a replacement for the monkey girl, her movements aren't nearly intricate
enough." And with that he fell into a sound sleep.
On Planet Vegetasei, completely unaware of the danger heading
their way, the king was seated in his throne room once more going over the
business of the planet.
"Your Highness, it has now been two days, since our last report on
you brothers team, and we still have heard no reports from them. We have
run some diagnostics on the com equipment and we have found nothing
wrong or out of place. I await your command as to how we should further
proceed." The scientist bowed even further expecting a blow any minute.
While king was known for his fair mindedness in most of the
justice dealt on Vegetasei, his temper was particularly unpredictable when it
came to matters of his own House. The House of Corn had taken the name
of Vegeta only 200 years earlier, and it seemed to many that the power was
beginning to thin-out in the House. When that happened than there was
always another powerful House waiting in the wings of the palace looking
for the opportunity to change the current ruling House. Any weakness on
the part of the ruling House was opportunity enough for another to step in
and the news of the kings own brother failing on this mission for the
Arkozians could provide such fodder.
'Well it seems I must take care of this personally now,' thought the
king. 'If I find out that those Arkozians have double-crossed me in any way
I will have their heads rolling before the week is out!' Out-loud the king
responded, "Yes Brocolli, I am aware of this development and it is time for
us to contact the Arkozians and let them know I do not appreciate being
undermined in anyway." Rising from the throne, he motioned for the
scientist to follow him and along with some of the elite members of the
court.
As they traversed through the enormous halls of the palace,
heading for the main
communications room, the king thought to himself. 'I must not show any
weakness in dealing with the Arkozians in this ordeal, or the House of
Mushroom will find it a most opportune moment to challenge my power as
king of Vegetasei, and my infant son will not have a chance to grow into the
next powerful leader of this planet.' The ensemble reached
Communications and entered the room, as the king turned to the large view
screen, from the corner of his eye, he saw his arch enemy Shiitaki give
another elite of the House of Mushroom a significant look. 'I should have
found an opportunity to kill him a long time age,' thought monarch now
giving an inward grimace. To the Attendant of Communications, he said
aloud, "Contact the Arkozian Bodi, now!" the king boomed in his best
authoritative voice.
"Yes, sire." Bowed the Attendant, and he bent over the lighted
panels and began tapping away.
After about 2 minutes, that had passed in complete silence, the
view screen blurped into life. Instead of the face of an Arkozian com
attendant, instead the small group was met with complete static.
"What's going on! Is this a joke!" the king exclaimed.
"I..uh,.. assure you, my king, that this is not a joke. Uh, let me try again to
contact their communication satellites with our own array." The Attendant
nervously responded, now tapping away furiously at the panels in front of
him. The scientist who had addressed the king earlier in the throne
chamber, stepped up immediately to assist. The king looked on with an
extreme frown displayed on his features.
"Sire, I have run a report of all linked satellites to our array
throughout this quadrant of space," announced the scientist, "I do not see
the Arkozians satellites any where on the readout, that is being shown
now." He said pointing at the screen in front of him. He stopped the flow of
lines on the screen, "You see these signature links, these are the Arkozian's
satellite array, you can tell by the coding, here." He placed his finger to one
of the codes on his screen and looked over to the king. The king stepped up
to the panel and read the readout before him. "It says its inactive.. why all
of them are showing inactive!" King exclaimed. "What does this mean?"
A murmur began spreading around the chamber among the elites
who had accompanied the king to Communications. The scientist hit a few
buttons to display the screen before him on the large com view screen. "The
only way that all of these satellites would go off-line was if a major event
has occurred in their space that has knocked them out of alignment, or if the
planet energy supply was completely turned off." The scientist answered.
"Is there any way to tell which of these possibilities has occurred?"
Asked the king in his booming voice.
"No, sire, there is not." The scientist hung his head again
expecting a blow.
The king swung in a flourish toward the door of the room. In only
a few bounds he was out the door heading for his command chamber. This
chamber was only used to execute precise military excursions or missions to
steal new technology. As king stepped into the room, which was already
staffed with his most trusted strategists, he announced, "Ready a team, we
need to find out why the Arkozians are not responding to any
communications with our satellites." The men already in the chamber,
came to their feet immediately at the appearance of their king. They now
looked around at each other in bewilderment at the unexpected turn of
events.
"Don't stand around gaping at one another, do as I commanded!"
the king growled emphatically. Striding to the main chair in the chamber
and taking seat. He looked around at the men who were present in the
room. Most of them from his own House, some warrior-class soldiers who
had sworn fealty to him years ago. One of the elite from the current House
of Vegeta, named Korano turned to him and asked, "Sire, how many
soldiers do you want assembled, and what ranks?"
The king responded, "I think 100 should do, with 10 elite to
command 9 warrior-class soldiers. 30 in single ships to try and penetrate
any planetary shields they might have up against large ships, and 7 galaxy
cruisers with 10 crew apiece." Hitting a button on the arm of the chair he
sat in, he spoke into a speaker that now linked to communications. "Tell me
the moment anything new occurs with the Arkozian satellites, I am in the
command chamber." He flipped off the button. Again addressing the
command chamber, noting the frenzy now taking place before him, he
spoke. "Now would anyone care to present the best strategy to overcome the
weakling Arkozians."
Meanwhile, feeling refreshed from his sleep, King Cold again sat
in his command chair. Looking out through the large viewing hole to
space, he sat with his chin resting on his palm, as if bored with the situation
at hand. Although, his mind was far from that state, in fact it was racing
with anticipation of battle with an unknown foe, for the most part.
"Your highness, Lord Frieza is now approaching starboard."
Announced one of his crew.
"Good, patch my son through on the vid com." King Cold turned
to face the vid screen. "Hello, again, father." Frieza greeted.
"Frieza, I wanted to discuss strategy, before we reach planet-side,"
King Cold said to his youngest. "I am giving you full control over this
acquisition, however I want to make clear that the first priority is to get the
Saiyans to agree to work for the Planet Trade Order. Profit through
dominance, that is an Icejins calling, son."
"I understand perfectly father, I will go ahead and land, I do not
detect any space defense system in use. However I will go under stealth, so
they won't know what's coming until I am right on top of them." Frieza
told his father, in an almost gleeful voice.
"Sounds good, son. I'll meet with you once this is over." And with
that said, King Cold, switched off the com link and patched in the code for
the scouter stream data. The scouters where useful not only for determining
the power level of a combatant, but also for hearing and sometimes viewing
what is going on directly on planet turf through the soldiers themselves. It
was very useful particularly if one wanted to send an immediate order to one
of the soldiers on the field. King Cold sat back in expectation.
Frieza looked at the planet's layout spread out before him on the
vid screen. "There," he pointed to a concentration of dots contained in a
large building on the planets surface. "That is where we will land, it must
be a some sort of governing structure to contain so many high power levels.
I will wager that is where we will find the ruler of these creatures." To
himself, 'I'll also bet that the one with the highest power reading is their
leader." Out-loud he continued, "Larst, you will lead the your group to
clear my path of any fools that dare to get in the way. I will bring up the
very rear. This is after all a diplomatic meeting, so put your best foot forth
men." Frieza snickered behind his crooked finger over his lips, an exact
imitation of his father. Larst, a large yellow skinned being, with red spots
over his arms and legs, was also a changeling, but of a different species
from the Icejin, he bowed deeply to Frieza and replied, "Yes, my lord, I will
gather my team and be ready at the front portal for your command to
begin."
Frieza turned to his main pilot, "Put on the stealth mode, so they
won't see us coming, until we are right on top of them, and put us down,
directly into what looks like a large courtyard of that building."
"But, my lord, it is not big enough for us to land discreetly, we will
collapse most of the structure with our thrusters!" The pilot, a dark green
being with red hair, exclaimed.
A beam of purple energy appeared briefly at the tip of Frieza's
finger and moved quickly to the very front of the pilot's face before erupting
in a sharp flash. After the crews eyes readjusted from the sudden brilliance,
they were left gaping at a now headless body of the pilot, which slumped
from its seat onto the floor.
Pointing to another pilot, Frieza spoke in a quiet but steely voice,
"Now, if there are any more inane questions, we should be getting on our
way." The pilot gulped and sweat drops appeared all over his face and
neck, "Yes, sir,… I mean, no, er… there are no questions, I mean." He
looked at Frieza in absolute fear.
"Very well then lets get going." Frieza turned to sit in his
command chair, now smiling as though nothing out of place had occurred.
He looked out of the window toward the space that held the view of
Vegetasei, and seemed to giggle, as though he were not the well taught
tyrant molded into the very image of his father, but the young boy he so
resembled in physical appearance.
On the planet, inside the palace the troops for deployment to take
care of the Arkozians were assembling. Inside the command chamber the
king was demanding a complete assessment of the Arkozian military
strength and tactics were being discussed. Little did anyone know that
shortly they were all in for a large surprise that would alter the course of
Saiyan history forever.
The saucer descended at a steady speed and to the people that were
in the courtyard it appeared as if from no where and suddenly hovered
directly above the courtyard. The engine thrusters were engaged and
everyone the was standing in the courtyard were now strewn in every
direction. Those that were inside the palace, thought that a groundquake of
a high magnitude was striking. The walls of the palace facing the courtyard
were completely demolished as the saucer landed and the repercussions of
the calamity alerted the group in the command chamber that something
more than a quake was occurring. At the unsettling calm that descended
the palace when the ship finished its landing, the king bound to his feet.
"What in the world was that?!" He yelled not to anyone in particular.
Quickly the others in the room scrabbled to their feet as well and began
checking whatever panel was closest to them for any indication of what
might have taken place. Presently a group of three warrior-class saiyans, all
palace guards, burst into the chamber and rushed to their kings side.
One spoke out, "Sire, there has been an unusual event that just took
place in the main courtyard. It seems as if a ship has landed right in the
middle of it!" He finished in a rush, bowing his head.
"A ship! Whose ship?" Asked the king.
"We do not know at this time, but I am certain we will find out
shortly. We must prepare ourselves for the worst." As the guard was
finishing, some loud blasts were heard, each consecutive one closer than the
one before it.
"Sire, they appear to be heading straight for us!" Exclaimed
another guard.
The king back-handed him, "Don't tell me what I already know."
Squaring his shoulders, the king began to power up. At his example the
entire group in the room began to power up to their maximum in
anticipation for whatever was coming their way. Fear was not present now,
only a
Saiyan's excitement for a new challenge could be felt as they each faced the
blasting sounds that got progressively closer.
The invaders were making their way through the palace, Larst and
his group of soldiers were winding their way through the hallways and
rooms, heading in the direction their scouters told them was the source of
the highest power level reading on the planet. All the resistance they met
was swept aside readily, with only a few loitering battles with some Saiyans
that had particularly high power levels. While the Saiyans power level were
fairly high for a species that was relatively unknown until now, they still did
not compare to the average soldier within the ranks of Frieza. Frieza did
not allow anyone under the power level of 15,000 to work on his purging
teams, although the more mundane tasks of running a saucer space ship
were accomplished by lower power level beings. Thus the Saiyans, except
the elites were of no particular threat to the soldiers now methodically
moving through the palace. Even the elites with only a power level of 7,000
or under were of no consequence, after only a brief struggle. As far as Larst
was concerned the only challenge to him was directly in front of him where
his scouter was leading him. That source read around 30,000, only 10,000
less than his own. 'This ought to be fun' Larst thought to himself as he
impaled another saiyan with one of his energy beams. Also in the same
area near the large power source were two more lesser ones but still
challenging even for his men. The next highest power level was around
24,000 and that one was also near to the really large one. Suddenly out of a
side alcove in the large room that they had just entered came a group of 10
Saiyans, nine 3,000 to 5,000 range and one 13,000. Larst made a signal
and three of his men stepped aside to engage these new arrivals. "Wow,
they have already assembled teams of fighters. That was quick." Larst
thought to himself, grudgingly admiring the Saiyan's efficiency.
Apart from the group of soldiers, Frieza flew behind Larst's team
in his personal hovercraft. He looked upon the scene playing out around
him with an air of seeming boredom. However, inside of his head his
thoughts were going a mile a minute. Taking in every movement that the
Saiyans threw at his soldiers, Frieza could not help but admit that these
creatures had a certain innate ability at combat. 'Even though they are
surprised by my sudden attack, they are quick to fight back, and don't
appear to loss any time in assembling fighting groups.' He thought as he
watched two more groups of 10 Saiyan fighters enter the large chamber,
which resembled some kind of banquet hall to Frieza's mind. 'Father is
right, if we could only harness this natural tendency of the Saiyans, we
would be able to cover even more territory with the Planet Trade Order.'
He was suddenly taken from his thoughts as some ki energy flew by him.
Glancing in the direction of the energy ball, he saw a tall shaggy haired
Saiyan glaring at him. 'That's if they can be contained.' He finished his
thought, by emitting two ki eye beams at the Saiyan, piercing the man in the
area of the heart. He looked around to see where his soldiers where, and
why they did not take care of this Saiyan themselves. He noticed all of them
were immediately engaged by other Saiyans, even Larst.
Just as Frieza noticed his troop completely engaged with an
entanglement of Saiyans, the far wall of the room was demolished and out
of the debris stepped the king and his retinue of elites. Frieza smirked his
scouter indicated that the leader of this new group of Saiyans was the one he
was hunting down. Larst too noted the power reading coming from his
scouter on these new arrivals. The king stood his ground for a moment
surveying the battle around him and noticing the number of Saiyan
casualties. He spotted Frieza and immediately recognized him to be the
leader of this invasion force. Focusing his complete attention of the alien
creature, he demanded in a clear ringing voice, "That is enough!" Larst
looked to Frieza for any signals. Frieza raised his hand indicating a halt to
the battle, but not a retreat, so the soldiers stepped back in unison from their
immediate fights with the Saiyans. The Saiyans also once hearing their
king, stopped in mid-fight, however kept on eye on their opponents.
Frieza moved to the front of the scene toward the Saiyan king.
Halting a few meters away from the king he began to speak. "So you've
decided to join the festivities. I was wondering when you would finally
figure out that you were under attack." Frieza taunted.
The king glared at the insolent creature before him. "What is the
meaning of this? Who are you and why are you attacking us?" He
demanded.
"It's hard to believe that we haven't met before this day
considering you peoples power levels. Oh well just a triviality. Allow me
to introduce myself." Frieza paused for effect. "I am Frieza, your new
ruler." He finished with a slight inclination of his head.
"What! How dare you! I am the ruler here and I do not bow to
anyone!" The king declared and swept back his cape and crouched into a
fighting stance.
"Of course we can do this one of two ways, either I kill you directly
and then force your people into slavery, or.." Frieza held the kings eyes
with his own, " you can live, by pledging allegiance to me."
Larst looked to his lord ready for any signals.
"Ha!" The king laughed, "I would never pledge my allegiance to
anyone, especially not some small purple alien with tiny horns on his head."
With that said he crossed the remaining distance between himself and the
creature Frieza. Flashing his fist forward with all of his strength to smash
the face of his foe, he was abruptly stopped by having his fist caught in the
creatures small hand. Surprised at the small aliens strength, he pumped
forth his remaining fist toward his target. Again a small hand appeared out
of nowhere to completely catch his fist in mid-punch. Startled he looked
into Frieza's eyes, only to find the creature make tsking noises at him.
At the sight of their king stopped by the small alien the other
Saiyans again pressed their attack. Although the Saiyans were made of
mostly warrior-class and elite soldiers they were no match for the refined
purging team of Frieza as trained by Larst. And while they were being
slaughter, their king found himself struggling to be released from the tail of
Frieza, which was now wrapped around his neck. The small retinue of five
elite were held back by Larst and two of his henchmen, each attack that the
Saiyans gave was met with a rebuttal, when it became clear that they were
simply being toyed with they halted and regrouped with each others back to
one another facing the three soldiers.
Once the other soldiers had finished off they remaining Saiyan
defenders, until only the small group of elite and the king remained, Frieza
released the king, smacking him over to his group of elites. The king
immediately picked himself up and glared at Frieza with complete hatred,
however deep in his eyes were the traces of real fear.
"Well now that you know that your soldiers are outclassed in power
by my superior force, perhaps you might want to rethink my offer?" Frieza
no longer in his hovercraft, walked over to the king smiling with his arms
held behind his back.
The king spat on the ground in front of Frieza, "I would prefer
death than bow to the likes of you." He grunted out.
Frieza's smile never faltering, looked around to the other five
Saiyans. "Are all Saiyans slow in the brain? It could be a very profitable
arrangement if you were to pledge your allegiance to me. I can give you
technological riches beyond your expectations, and all I ask in return is that
you follow my leadership. Is that so much to ask?" He walked around the
group of Saiyans looking each in the eye.
Most of the group growled in response to his query.
"I could use a strong force in the Planet Trade Order, and like my
soldiers here, you Saiyans would be expected to purge planets that are
acquired for sale. You see, you have only yourselves to blame for my being
here. If you hadn't made a deal with the now belated Arkozians, and went
planet purging on your own then the Planet Trade Order would never had
known you existed."
At that the king leaped forward and snarled. "So you killed my
brother!"
Frieza turned and faced him grinning even larger. "No actually
that would be my father, King Cold." Frieza snickered.
The king consumed with his rage, powered up and attacked Frieza
in a frenzy. Without so much as batting an eye, Frieza whipped his tail out
and pierced the king cleanly through the chest. The rest of the Saiyans
seeing their king skewered on Frieza's tail turned blue in the face.
"Is there not a Saiyan with any sense!" snapped Frieza. Turning to
the blue-faced group he gave Larst the signal to finish, and turned sharply
back towards his hovercraft. He was stopped when he heard Larst gasp in
surprise. Turning he looked towards the group of Saiyans, taking a moment
to absorbed what had just taking place, he began to laugh an almost insane
kind of laugh. After about a minute or two, he stopped and approached the
only Saiyan left alive, who was kneeling with his head bowed and his fist to
his heart. Stopping a few feet away from the Saiyan, he spoke, "I like a
man with initiative." Looking at the now four dead Saiyans, each with a
look of utter surprise on their face. He asked the bowing Saiyan, "Tell me,
what is your name?"
Looking up at the tyrant the Saiyan spoke, "I am now King Vegeta
of the House of Vegeta, formerly known as Shiitake of the House of
Mushroom. I pledge my complete allegiance to you." Again he bowed his
head in deference to the creature before him.
"Very well then King Vegeta, formerly Shiitake. Why don't you
stand up and follow me outside to greet your worried people, and then we
will begin your instruction in the rules of the Planet Trade Order and your
new position within it." He turned and hopped into his hovercraft. Waiting
for the Saiyan to join him, together they walked out of the throne room,
Larst and the other soldiers were only a step behind.
In the ear-piece of his scouter, Frieza heard his father say,
"Excellent work, my son."
Note: I am finished for the most part with the History of Vegetasei, so now
I will be getting back to my story of Kauli. However, if anything tickles my
fancy I might do a periodic History series on a variety of different DBZ
characters and their ancestors. So I hope you enjoyed this story, please R/R
so I can get some input as to what people think so far. Thanks -Tofu3k
work and my job. So here is the final section to my History of Vegetasei. If
you don't remember the story it would probably do some good to go back
and skim the other parts. So anyhow I hope you enjoy and if their are any
questions please write me at Tofu3k@cs.com. Thanks, also I of course
extend the usual disclaimers.
With the level of technology that the Icejin, and now the Saiyans,
enjoyed, space travel was rather fast and easy. As long as one had a ship,
one could go anywhere in the known Universe with relative efficiency.
With the advent of faster and technologically advanced space travel came
the struggle over rights of passage through many quadrants of the Universe.
The Universe is a vast array of unlimited galaxies and solar systems with
planetary clusters. A galaxy for space faring purposes is further split into
quadrants and then into sectors. As it is with all dealings among living,
sentient beings, the first to discover something new is usually the
controlling party over how that thing will be governed, that is until someone
more powerful steps up to the plate. And this was certainly the case with
the first sojourners of space, once speeds exceeding that of light speed was
made possible. The first technologically advanced species to travel large
distances in space, where the Sh'galions, a people whose curiosity in all
things unknown is what made such a feat possible. If there are any truly
altruistic beings in the Universe, the Sh'galions were certainly among them,
for their journeys through space were only for the purpose of finding out
new and interesting things. Their pioneering efforts introduced many other
slightly less technologically advanced beings to their new space travel
technology, and soon there were a few more new space pioneers out
exploring the far reaches of the Universe.
The conflicts started almost immediately and resulted in what we
know now as The Coalition of Rulers. Over a time period spanning a
millennia, The Coalition of Rulers, a.k.a. T'CoR, was seeded with only the
most powerful of beings from all over the Universe, until through scheming
and underhanded devices, twelve Ruling Seats were left to govern over all
the goings on in space throughout the Universe. The Seat most familiar to
us is the one held by the Icejin, the species that gave birth to King Cold and
his infamous sons. The Icejin where not only very powerful, but also very
cunning and shrewd, they were one of the first new space travelers, after the
Sh'galions introduced the technology, the Icejin soon became a governing
interest in the area of space travel and technological development. Once
they got control of space routes in their area of the Universe by becoming a
Ruling Seat, it did not take long for them to start their methodological
dominance over all living beings and their planets. Any who opposed them
were taken care of in ways that were imaginative and viscous. One such
species that presented a hazard to the Icejins power-mongering ways were
the Nameks. Now the Nameks were a peace-loving people, but they also
had great resources of both power and wisdom. At the peak of their
civilization the Nameks were along side with the Icejin one of the first space
travelers, after an encounter with a space faring Sh'galion. Not only were
they technologically advanced, but they had the capacity to produce material
at will, such as was evidenced when Piccolo gave Gohan new clothes and a
sword. Their capacity to do such magical and mystical things touched on
the scale of Gods, particularly where the dragonballs were concerned. Their
civilization was already that of legends when the Icejin got into the space
race. The Icejin fearing the Nameks powers, but also aware of their peace
loving nature, took it upon themselves to destroy the Nameks. They did not
know at the time whether dragonballs truly existed, as they were considered
a myth more than a reality, even among younger Namekians. Only the
elders had the knowledge of such things, and they were mostly in a state of
sublime meditation. So without so much as a howdy do the Icejin arranged
for a catastrophe to occur on Planet Namek. They shifted the position of
one of the Namekian Suns, that altered the climate on the planet and
destroyed almost all of the life on the planet and nearly all of the people.
The only survivors were Guru and Kami, and some others now scattered
throughout the Universe. As Guru and Kami were just children when this
climatic change occurred, they being the pure, naïve souls of youth assumed
it was a natural disaster, and not a created catastrophe by the Icejin.
One thing that the Icejin and the Nameks had in common was a
long life span, measuring in the thousands of years category. This long life
span is what kept such beings in power for so long, besides the ability to
manipulate ki. As the Ruling Seat the Icejin had complete control over any
events or objects in their space and they used whatever means necessary to
assure this control. One of the products of this endeavor was the Planet
Trade Order, which was conceived once it became obvious that the race for
advanced technology caused some worlds to become over-polluted and
uninhabitable, to the point where the sentient beings would be forced to
colonize new planets. In addition to colonization, there was also big
business in planetary ores, that created new materials for technology to use
and shape into profit. In the beginning of the Planet Trade Order,
colonization involved making pacts with already sentient beings that might
inhabit a planet that was to be colonized, or if the beings were not
particularly threatening in population size or strength then just moving in.
However, that changed when King Cold took over the operations of the
Planet Trade Order, following in the tyrannical footsteps of his ancestors
before him, King Cold mandated the purging of all planets that were to be
colonized or mined for ore, thus ensuring that there would be no
interference from any inhabitants, that would slow down progress and
potentially cut into any profits.
King Cold was the son of the Emperor of the Icejin, so he was not
contested when he assumed control of the Planet Trade Order by becoming
its Overlord. As Overlord he was responsible for a large part of the Icejins
profit and assertion of power throughout their Seat of the Universe.
However, because it was such an enormous amount of space, the farthest
reaching galaxies had yet to hear about T'CoR or the Ruling Seat. This
encompassed an unlimited number of beings who had no knowledge of the
true controlling powers that had the ability to decide whether they live or
die. Beings such as us Earthlings among others lived unknowingly on the
edge of danger. The Saiyans also were unaware of the danger they had
provoked when they made their fateful pact with the Arkozians, but they
found out relatively sooner than us Earthlings.
The Planet Vegetasei was in the same galaxy as the Planet Arkoza,
it took only one in a half days to reach by the speed that King Cold's ship
traveled. During the time that it took King Cold to reach Vegetasei, he
contemplated what the Arkozian had told him about the Saiyans.
'So theirs is a rather primitive culture, born fighters. Well if that's
the case, they could prove valuable to the Planet Trade Order. If they are all
like the ones I've already seen in action, then I will only benefit from any
agreements that I can forge with them. Only question is how gullible are
these Saiyans?' King Cold thought, pacing the floor of his command
quarters. A light began to flash on his com board, and a voice of one of his
crewmen interrupted his thoughts.
"My king, I have an incoming communication from Lord Frieza."
Spoke the voice.
"Well it's about time. Patch my son through immediately." King
Cold responded.
"Father, I realize this is a new galaxy for us, but I don't need you
to check up on me, I am not a child anymore." Frieza's plaintive voice
spoke through the receiver.
"Son, although you may have reached your second molt you are
still a molt away from complete maturity. However, I value your
ruthlessness, and that is why I have given you the Darmina Quadrant to
explore for viable planets. And for this generosity of mine I expect you to
NOT whine in my ears every time I request a com with you!" King Cold
snapped at his son.
"Very well father, I apologize then. So what is this com all about
anyway?" Frieza deferred to his father.
"That's better." King Cold accepted his son's apology and moved
on to business. "Son, I have come into some rather interesting information
just recently, and have had to make some adjustments to our schedules."
"Oh?" Frieza asked interested now.
"Yes, our friends the Arkozians are now space dust, with only one
survivor, now a part of my science division. It seems they had decided to
try and find a planet to colonize using their own methods." King Cold
continued. "They enlisted the aid of some rather interesting creatures, that
live in the quadrant you have been perusing thus far. Have you heard
anything about a race of beings known as Saiyans?"
Frieza thought for a moment before responding. "A couple of
months back at a spaceport in the Gamma sector, three of my crew got into
a scuffle with some unruly creatures. I believe they were called Saiyans.
They were not too much of a problem to deal with, however if I do recall
correctly one of their number was stronger than your average soldier. The
local fauna said the Saiyans came from the Epsilon sector, I was going to
make that sector the next one to go to, after I finished dealings in the
Gamma sector, in about another month. So what's on your mind, father?"
Frieza asked in anticipation.
King Cold smiled warmly, proud of how his son always seemed to
get right to the point when it came to business. "Yes, well your information
is correct, the Saiyans do come from the Epsilon sector, from a planet
named Vegetasei, only just recently acquiring this new nomenclature. It
seems they overpowered the Tuffels who had colonized the planet registered
in the Universal Annuals as Planet Plant some centuries ago, that was
before I took over the Planet Trade Order. The creatures that we now know
as the Saiyans, were the indigenous life forms on the planet, they were
listed to be small in number and of no threat to the technologically
advanced Tuffels." King Cold paused for a moment. "It seems the Tuffels
should have followed our policy of planet purging before colonization.
(chuckle) Oh well we weren't around then, so anyhow, these Saiyans have
assimilated the Tuffel's technology and have now become our unknowing
competitors, due to the Arkozians enlisting their aid in acquiring a new
planet."
"So do you want me to eradicate these competitors, father?" Frieza
asked, becoming invigorated by the prospect of a new challenge.
"Not quite, Frieza. I wanted to see if we could not overpower these
somewhat primitive creatures and make them a part of the Planet Trade
Order. That is why I contacted you. I want you to oversee their acclimation
into our business personally. This will be your first true test of authority,
Frieza. I want you to meet me at planetside at Vegetasei in 24hours, so that
we can make our introduction to these Saiyans." King Cold finished
smiling sadistically at the picture that came to mind.
"Send me the coordinates and I'll see you there." Frieza too
smiled, an exact copy of his fathers, breaking off the link, and sat back to
begin envisioning his new conquest.
King Cold too sat back, becoming more thoughtful. It wasn't that
long ago when he first held his youngest son in his arms, after his queen
had given birth to him. Like his oldest, Coola, his newest son too
resembled their mother's race, more than his own. The Icejin were related
to the lizard-like beings known as Sausarians, who were beings capable of
living in extreme environments and naturally born with a very high power
level. The Icejin and Sausarians powerful alliances made them almost
indistinguishable and utterly powerful, however, it wasn't until King Cold
the son of the Emperor Freeze became ambitious and decided to oversee
personally, the complete operation of the Planet Trade Order, that the
peoples of other planets came to really fear the awesome power of the
changelings of Planet Ice. It was only natural for Cold to take a bride who
was also of noble blood, and the union of the Princess Icicle with him
produced the most powerful changelings ever to be born into the Universe,
Coola the first born and Frieza, the youngest. Of the two, Frieza resembled
his father the most, in form and in temperament, however in his ultimate
form, in which he had to be in to allow for the maximum use of his power,
he took on the form of the Sausarians, his mothers race, who do not have
horns. Coola on the other hand was more like his mother in demeanor,
although he had a substantial power level, one that was even higher than his
fathers and younger brother, Coola preferred the games of the mind over
those of the battlefield. King Cold sighed, 'and that is why Frieza will take
over tactical operations, while, Coola stays back with his mother and keeps
things running smoothly from the home base.' King Cold stretched,
readying himself for the battle ahead with the Saiyans turning his thoughts
away from family and back to strategy.
'I think I'll allow Frieza to deploy whatever tactics he sees fit in
dealing with the Saiyans. It will be interesting to see how much he has
learned by working at my side.' King Cold thought, turning to the window.
Relaxing to the view of solar systems passed in the ships progression
towards its goal, he thought, "Yes, my son has become nearly as powerful as
myself and he has not even reached full maturity. He will be the most
powerful changeling in the Universe, behind that of his brother. It is only
fitting to test his strength of tactic now that he is past his second molt, he is
ready for his own command." He looked at the time, "Only 10 more hours,
and the Saiyans will meet with their destiny, what will they choose I
wonder?" He rose from his command chair and walked to his adjoining
resting chamber. Immediately two beautiful humanoid female beings came
to his attendance. One was of a lizard based (liz-bas) species, while the
other was of a monkey based (mon-bas) species, both followed through their
practiced and routine motions with elegance and grace. One took King
Cold's cape, while the other handed him a glass of red wine. "I need some
rest before we reach planet-side." He spoke after downing the wine in a big
gulp and positioned himself in a reclining pose on the large circular divan,
to one side of the chamber farthest from the entrance. At that comment, the
girls took up again a practiced and rehearsed routine. The liz-bas girl
began to massage his feet, while the other turned on some soothing music
and began to dance a slow and rhythmic dance, meant to relax not to entice.
As he closed his eyes and before giving into sleep, he thought, "I need to get
a replacement for the monkey girl, her movements aren't nearly intricate
enough." And with that he fell into a sound sleep.
On Planet Vegetasei, completely unaware of the danger heading
their way, the king was seated in his throne room once more going over the
business of the planet.
"Your Highness, it has now been two days, since our last report on
you brothers team, and we still have heard no reports from them. We have
run some diagnostics on the com equipment and we have found nothing
wrong or out of place. I await your command as to how we should further
proceed." The scientist bowed even further expecting a blow any minute.
While king was known for his fair mindedness in most of the
justice dealt on Vegetasei, his temper was particularly unpredictable when it
came to matters of his own House. The House of Corn had taken the name
of Vegeta only 200 years earlier, and it seemed to many that the power was
beginning to thin-out in the House. When that happened than there was
always another powerful House waiting in the wings of the palace looking
for the opportunity to change the current ruling House. Any weakness on
the part of the ruling House was opportunity enough for another to step in
and the news of the kings own brother failing on this mission for the
Arkozians could provide such fodder.
'Well it seems I must take care of this personally now,' thought the
king. 'If I find out that those Arkozians have double-crossed me in any way
I will have their heads rolling before the week is out!' Out-loud the king
responded, "Yes Brocolli, I am aware of this development and it is time for
us to contact the Arkozians and let them know I do not appreciate being
undermined in anyway." Rising from the throne, he motioned for the
scientist to follow him and along with some of the elite members of the
court.
As they traversed through the enormous halls of the palace,
heading for the main
communications room, the king thought to himself. 'I must not show any
weakness in dealing with the Arkozians in this ordeal, or the House of
Mushroom will find it a most opportune moment to challenge my power as
king of Vegetasei, and my infant son will not have a chance to grow into the
next powerful leader of this planet.' The ensemble reached
Communications and entered the room, as the king turned to the large view
screen, from the corner of his eye, he saw his arch enemy Shiitaki give
another elite of the House of Mushroom a significant look. 'I should have
found an opportunity to kill him a long time age,' thought monarch now
giving an inward grimace. To the Attendant of Communications, he said
aloud, "Contact the Arkozian Bodi, now!" the king boomed in his best
authoritative voice.
"Yes, sire." Bowed the Attendant, and he bent over the lighted
panels and began tapping away.
After about 2 minutes, that had passed in complete silence, the
view screen blurped into life. Instead of the face of an Arkozian com
attendant, instead the small group was met with complete static.
"What's going on! Is this a joke!" the king exclaimed.
"I..uh,.. assure you, my king, that this is not a joke. Uh, let me try again to
contact their communication satellites with our own array." The Attendant
nervously responded, now tapping away furiously at the panels in front of
him. The scientist who had addressed the king earlier in the throne
chamber, stepped up immediately to assist. The king looked on with an
extreme frown displayed on his features.
"Sire, I have run a report of all linked satellites to our array
throughout this quadrant of space," announced the scientist, "I do not see
the Arkozians satellites any where on the readout, that is being shown
now." He said pointing at the screen in front of him. He stopped the flow of
lines on the screen, "You see these signature links, these are the Arkozian's
satellite array, you can tell by the coding, here." He placed his finger to one
of the codes on his screen and looked over to the king. The king stepped up
to the panel and read the readout before him. "It says its inactive.. why all
of them are showing inactive!" King exclaimed. "What does this mean?"
A murmur began spreading around the chamber among the elites
who had accompanied the king to Communications. The scientist hit a few
buttons to display the screen before him on the large com view screen. "The
only way that all of these satellites would go off-line was if a major event
has occurred in their space that has knocked them out of alignment, or if the
planet energy supply was completely turned off." The scientist answered.
"Is there any way to tell which of these possibilities has occurred?"
Asked the king in his booming voice.
"No, sire, there is not." The scientist hung his head again
expecting a blow.
The king swung in a flourish toward the door of the room. In only
a few bounds he was out the door heading for his command chamber. This
chamber was only used to execute precise military excursions or missions to
steal new technology. As king stepped into the room, which was already
staffed with his most trusted strategists, he announced, "Ready a team, we
need to find out why the Arkozians are not responding to any
communications with our satellites." The men already in the chamber,
came to their feet immediately at the appearance of their king. They now
looked around at each other in bewilderment at the unexpected turn of
events.
"Don't stand around gaping at one another, do as I commanded!"
the king growled emphatically. Striding to the main chair in the chamber
and taking seat. He looked around at the men who were present in the
room. Most of them from his own House, some warrior-class soldiers who
had sworn fealty to him years ago. One of the elite from the current House
of Vegeta, named Korano turned to him and asked, "Sire, how many
soldiers do you want assembled, and what ranks?"
The king responded, "I think 100 should do, with 10 elite to
command 9 warrior-class soldiers. 30 in single ships to try and penetrate
any planetary shields they might have up against large ships, and 7 galaxy
cruisers with 10 crew apiece." Hitting a button on the arm of the chair he
sat in, he spoke into a speaker that now linked to communications. "Tell me
the moment anything new occurs with the Arkozian satellites, I am in the
command chamber." He flipped off the button. Again addressing the
command chamber, noting the frenzy now taking place before him, he
spoke. "Now would anyone care to present the best strategy to overcome the
weakling Arkozians."
Meanwhile, feeling refreshed from his sleep, King Cold again sat
in his command chair. Looking out through the large viewing hole to
space, he sat with his chin resting on his palm, as if bored with the situation
at hand. Although, his mind was far from that state, in fact it was racing
with anticipation of battle with an unknown foe, for the most part.
"Your highness, Lord Frieza is now approaching starboard."
Announced one of his crew.
"Good, patch my son through on the vid com." King Cold turned
to face the vid screen. "Hello, again, father." Frieza greeted.
"Frieza, I wanted to discuss strategy, before we reach planet-side,"
King Cold said to his youngest. "I am giving you full control over this
acquisition, however I want to make clear that the first priority is to get the
Saiyans to agree to work for the Planet Trade Order. Profit through
dominance, that is an Icejins calling, son."
"I understand perfectly father, I will go ahead and land, I do not
detect any space defense system in use. However I will go under stealth, so
they won't know what's coming until I am right on top of them." Frieza
told his father, in an almost gleeful voice.
"Sounds good, son. I'll meet with you once this is over." And with
that said, King Cold, switched off the com link and patched in the code for
the scouter stream data. The scouters where useful not only for determining
the power level of a combatant, but also for hearing and sometimes viewing
what is going on directly on planet turf through the soldiers themselves. It
was very useful particularly if one wanted to send an immediate order to one
of the soldiers on the field. King Cold sat back in expectation.
Frieza looked at the planet's layout spread out before him on the
vid screen. "There," he pointed to a concentration of dots contained in a
large building on the planets surface. "That is where we will land, it must
be a some sort of governing structure to contain so many high power levels.
I will wager that is where we will find the ruler of these creatures." To
himself, 'I'll also bet that the one with the highest power reading is their
leader." Out-loud he continued, "Larst, you will lead the your group to
clear my path of any fools that dare to get in the way. I will bring up the
very rear. This is after all a diplomatic meeting, so put your best foot forth
men." Frieza snickered behind his crooked finger over his lips, an exact
imitation of his father. Larst, a large yellow skinned being, with red spots
over his arms and legs, was also a changeling, but of a different species
from the Icejin, he bowed deeply to Frieza and replied, "Yes, my lord, I will
gather my team and be ready at the front portal for your command to
begin."
Frieza turned to his main pilot, "Put on the stealth mode, so they
won't see us coming, until we are right on top of them, and put us down,
directly into what looks like a large courtyard of that building."
"But, my lord, it is not big enough for us to land discreetly, we will
collapse most of the structure with our thrusters!" The pilot, a dark green
being with red hair, exclaimed.
A beam of purple energy appeared briefly at the tip of Frieza's
finger and moved quickly to the very front of the pilot's face before erupting
in a sharp flash. After the crews eyes readjusted from the sudden brilliance,
they were left gaping at a now headless body of the pilot, which slumped
from its seat onto the floor.
Pointing to another pilot, Frieza spoke in a quiet but steely voice,
"Now, if there are any more inane questions, we should be getting on our
way." The pilot gulped and sweat drops appeared all over his face and
neck, "Yes, sir,… I mean, no, er… there are no questions, I mean." He
looked at Frieza in absolute fear.
"Very well then lets get going." Frieza turned to sit in his
command chair, now smiling as though nothing out of place had occurred.
He looked out of the window toward the space that held the view of
Vegetasei, and seemed to giggle, as though he were not the well taught
tyrant molded into the very image of his father, but the young boy he so
resembled in physical appearance.
On the planet, inside the palace the troops for deployment to take
care of the Arkozians were assembling. Inside the command chamber the
king was demanding a complete assessment of the Arkozian military
strength and tactics were being discussed. Little did anyone know that
shortly they were all in for a large surprise that would alter the course of
Saiyan history forever.
The saucer descended at a steady speed and to the people that were
in the courtyard it appeared as if from no where and suddenly hovered
directly above the courtyard. The engine thrusters were engaged and
everyone the was standing in the courtyard were now strewn in every
direction. Those that were inside the palace, thought that a groundquake of
a high magnitude was striking. The walls of the palace facing the courtyard
were completely demolished as the saucer landed and the repercussions of
the calamity alerted the group in the command chamber that something
more than a quake was occurring. At the unsettling calm that descended
the palace when the ship finished its landing, the king bound to his feet.
"What in the world was that?!" He yelled not to anyone in particular.
Quickly the others in the room scrabbled to their feet as well and began
checking whatever panel was closest to them for any indication of what
might have taken place. Presently a group of three warrior-class saiyans, all
palace guards, burst into the chamber and rushed to their kings side.
One spoke out, "Sire, there has been an unusual event that just took
place in the main courtyard. It seems as if a ship has landed right in the
middle of it!" He finished in a rush, bowing his head.
"A ship! Whose ship?" Asked the king.
"We do not know at this time, but I am certain we will find out
shortly. We must prepare ourselves for the worst." As the guard was
finishing, some loud blasts were heard, each consecutive one closer than the
one before it.
"Sire, they appear to be heading straight for us!" Exclaimed
another guard.
The king back-handed him, "Don't tell me what I already know."
Squaring his shoulders, the king began to power up. At his example the
entire group in the room began to power up to their maximum in
anticipation for whatever was coming their way. Fear was not present now,
only a
Saiyan's excitement for a new challenge could be felt as they each faced the
blasting sounds that got progressively closer.
The invaders were making their way through the palace, Larst and
his group of soldiers were winding their way through the hallways and
rooms, heading in the direction their scouters told them was the source of
the highest power level reading on the planet. All the resistance they met
was swept aside readily, with only a few loitering battles with some Saiyans
that had particularly high power levels. While the Saiyans power level were
fairly high for a species that was relatively unknown until now, they still did
not compare to the average soldier within the ranks of Frieza. Frieza did
not allow anyone under the power level of 15,000 to work on his purging
teams, although the more mundane tasks of running a saucer space ship
were accomplished by lower power level beings. Thus the Saiyans, except
the elites were of no particular threat to the soldiers now methodically
moving through the palace. Even the elites with only a power level of 7,000
or under were of no consequence, after only a brief struggle. As far as Larst
was concerned the only challenge to him was directly in front of him where
his scouter was leading him. That source read around 30,000, only 10,000
less than his own. 'This ought to be fun' Larst thought to himself as he
impaled another saiyan with one of his energy beams. Also in the same
area near the large power source were two more lesser ones but still
challenging even for his men. The next highest power level was around
24,000 and that one was also near to the really large one. Suddenly out of a
side alcove in the large room that they had just entered came a group of 10
Saiyans, nine 3,000 to 5,000 range and one 13,000. Larst made a signal
and three of his men stepped aside to engage these new arrivals. "Wow,
they have already assembled teams of fighters. That was quick." Larst
thought to himself, grudgingly admiring the Saiyan's efficiency.
Apart from the group of soldiers, Frieza flew behind Larst's team
in his personal hovercraft. He looked upon the scene playing out around
him with an air of seeming boredom. However, inside of his head his
thoughts were going a mile a minute. Taking in every movement that the
Saiyans threw at his soldiers, Frieza could not help but admit that these
creatures had a certain innate ability at combat. 'Even though they are
surprised by my sudden attack, they are quick to fight back, and don't
appear to loss any time in assembling fighting groups.' He thought as he
watched two more groups of 10 Saiyan fighters enter the large chamber,
which resembled some kind of banquet hall to Frieza's mind. 'Father is
right, if we could only harness this natural tendency of the Saiyans, we
would be able to cover even more territory with the Planet Trade Order.'
He was suddenly taken from his thoughts as some ki energy flew by him.
Glancing in the direction of the energy ball, he saw a tall shaggy haired
Saiyan glaring at him. 'That's if they can be contained.' He finished his
thought, by emitting two ki eye beams at the Saiyan, piercing the man in the
area of the heart. He looked around to see where his soldiers where, and
why they did not take care of this Saiyan themselves. He noticed all of them
were immediately engaged by other Saiyans, even Larst.
Just as Frieza noticed his troop completely engaged with an
entanglement of Saiyans, the far wall of the room was demolished and out
of the debris stepped the king and his retinue of elites. Frieza smirked his
scouter indicated that the leader of this new group of Saiyans was the one he
was hunting down. Larst too noted the power reading coming from his
scouter on these new arrivals. The king stood his ground for a moment
surveying the battle around him and noticing the number of Saiyan
casualties. He spotted Frieza and immediately recognized him to be the
leader of this invasion force. Focusing his complete attention of the alien
creature, he demanded in a clear ringing voice, "That is enough!" Larst
looked to Frieza for any signals. Frieza raised his hand indicating a halt to
the battle, but not a retreat, so the soldiers stepped back in unison from their
immediate fights with the Saiyans. The Saiyans also once hearing their
king, stopped in mid-fight, however kept on eye on their opponents.
Frieza moved to the front of the scene toward the Saiyan king.
Halting a few meters away from the king he began to speak. "So you've
decided to join the festivities. I was wondering when you would finally
figure out that you were under attack." Frieza taunted.
The king glared at the insolent creature before him. "What is the
meaning of this? Who are you and why are you attacking us?" He
demanded.
"It's hard to believe that we haven't met before this day
considering you peoples power levels. Oh well just a triviality. Allow me
to introduce myself." Frieza paused for effect. "I am Frieza, your new
ruler." He finished with a slight inclination of his head.
"What! How dare you! I am the ruler here and I do not bow to
anyone!" The king declared and swept back his cape and crouched into a
fighting stance.
"Of course we can do this one of two ways, either I kill you directly
and then force your people into slavery, or.." Frieza held the kings eyes
with his own, " you can live, by pledging allegiance to me."
Larst looked to his lord ready for any signals.
"Ha!" The king laughed, "I would never pledge my allegiance to
anyone, especially not some small purple alien with tiny horns on his head."
With that said he crossed the remaining distance between himself and the
creature Frieza. Flashing his fist forward with all of his strength to smash
the face of his foe, he was abruptly stopped by having his fist caught in the
creatures small hand. Surprised at the small aliens strength, he pumped
forth his remaining fist toward his target. Again a small hand appeared out
of nowhere to completely catch his fist in mid-punch. Startled he looked
into Frieza's eyes, only to find the creature make tsking noises at him.
At the sight of their king stopped by the small alien the other
Saiyans again pressed their attack. Although the Saiyans were made of
mostly warrior-class and elite soldiers they were no match for the refined
purging team of Frieza as trained by Larst. And while they were being
slaughter, their king found himself struggling to be released from the tail of
Frieza, which was now wrapped around his neck. The small retinue of five
elite were held back by Larst and two of his henchmen, each attack that the
Saiyans gave was met with a rebuttal, when it became clear that they were
simply being toyed with they halted and regrouped with each others back to
one another facing the three soldiers.
Once the other soldiers had finished off they remaining Saiyan
defenders, until only the small group of elite and the king remained, Frieza
released the king, smacking him over to his group of elites. The king
immediately picked himself up and glared at Frieza with complete hatred,
however deep in his eyes were the traces of real fear.
"Well now that you know that your soldiers are outclassed in power
by my superior force, perhaps you might want to rethink my offer?" Frieza
no longer in his hovercraft, walked over to the king smiling with his arms
held behind his back.
The king spat on the ground in front of Frieza, "I would prefer
death than bow to the likes of you." He grunted out.
Frieza's smile never faltering, looked around to the other five
Saiyans. "Are all Saiyans slow in the brain? It could be a very profitable
arrangement if you were to pledge your allegiance to me. I can give you
technological riches beyond your expectations, and all I ask in return is that
you follow my leadership. Is that so much to ask?" He walked around the
group of Saiyans looking each in the eye.
Most of the group growled in response to his query.
"I could use a strong force in the Planet Trade Order, and like my
soldiers here, you Saiyans would be expected to purge planets that are
acquired for sale. You see, you have only yourselves to blame for my being
here. If you hadn't made a deal with the now belated Arkozians, and went
planet purging on your own then the Planet Trade Order would never had
known you existed."
At that the king leaped forward and snarled. "So you killed my
brother!"
Frieza turned and faced him grinning even larger. "No actually
that would be my father, King Cold." Frieza snickered.
The king consumed with his rage, powered up and attacked Frieza
in a frenzy. Without so much as batting an eye, Frieza whipped his tail out
and pierced the king cleanly through the chest. The rest of the Saiyans
seeing their king skewered on Frieza's tail turned blue in the face.
"Is there not a Saiyan with any sense!" snapped Frieza. Turning to
the blue-faced group he gave Larst the signal to finish, and turned sharply
back towards his hovercraft. He was stopped when he heard Larst gasp in
surprise. Turning he looked towards the group of Saiyans, taking a moment
to absorbed what had just taking place, he began to laugh an almost insane
kind of laugh. After about a minute or two, he stopped and approached the
only Saiyan left alive, who was kneeling with his head bowed and his fist to
his heart. Stopping a few feet away from the Saiyan, he spoke, "I like a
man with initiative." Looking at the now four dead Saiyans, each with a
look of utter surprise on their face. He asked the bowing Saiyan, "Tell me,
what is your name?"
Looking up at the tyrant the Saiyan spoke, "I am now King Vegeta
of the House of Vegeta, formerly known as Shiitake of the House of
Mushroom. I pledge my complete allegiance to you." Again he bowed his
head in deference to the creature before him.
"Very well then King Vegeta, formerly Shiitake. Why don't you
stand up and follow me outside to greet your worried people, and then we
will begin your instruction in the rules of the Planet Trade Order and your
new position within it." He turned and hopped into his hovercraft. Waiting
for the Saiyan to join him, together they walked out of the throne room,
Larst and the other soldiers were only a step behind.
In the ear-piece of his scouter, Frieza heard his father say,
"Excellent work, my son."
Note: I am finished for the most part with the History of Vegetasei, so now
I will be getting back to my story of Kauli. However, if anything tickles my
fancy I might do a periodic History series on a variety of different DBZ
characters and their ancestors. So I hope you enjoyed this story, please R/R
so I can get some input as to what people think so far. Thanks -Tofu3k