If Tomorrow Never Comes
This is from Vegeta's point of view and will be in first person. Haven't really seen anything quite like this on FF.net. I've seen stories similar, but not of the same sort.
Anyhow, this is the story of Vegeta on Frieza's ship. Don't yell at me if you think something is wrong, this is my own interpretation. I'm starting from the day that a Vegeta five year old Vegeta was given to Frieza and, hopefully, will go up to the day he broke away from him.
Hope you guys enjoy and hope this turns out good. Oh, one more thing. I'm going to alter the timeline a little so if you guys have your own, or the one in July/August 2002 edition of Beckett DBZ (like me!), it's not going to follow the same dates, but I also won't be listing the dates of the events.
Ok, I've babbled enough. I'll just shut up now and let you guys read.
Prologue:
I leaned my head back on a tree and closed my eyes, allowing the cool breeze to wash over my face.
When I finally opened my onyx eyes I looked around steely about the area that had, to my disappointment, become home. It was so. . .green and bright. Nothing was like my home planet. Of course, I hardly remember my home planet. It was. . .Kami, has it really been thirty years?
There are very few things I remember about that place and one of them is my father. He was harsh, had to be. Showing emotions was a sign of weakness and there could be no weak king. For those five, short years I was there I remember wanting nothing more than to become the great king that he was. Tough, strong, reliable. So I trained and trained and trained. Then I was taken.
Frieza. That was my second memory. Although I won't admit it out loud (I had just recently admitted the fact to myself), he scared me to death. I still get shivers down my spine when I think about those cursed years that I spent on that filthy ship. Twenty long years I devoted myself to him in fear that I wouldn't be the best. Twenty years I wasted being in fear. He made me what I am and I regret it. Sometimes I wonder if I would have turned out differently if I hadn't been on that ship and I always come to the same conclusion: probably not. I was heading in that downward spiral long before Frieza took me. I just used him as an excuse to get even for the torture and the pain.
However, there are other times I wonder about that little Saiyan girl I met on that ship. She had it worse than I did yet she turned out better than me. She was born and raised on that ship, in the presence of Frieza at all times. And I knew what he did to her in the middle of the night, I know how he touched her and how he beat her. . .but I did nothing to stop it. I was too concerned with my own welfare.
I glanced to my right, to the huge glowing building of Capsule Corporation, to the children playing in the front yard, my son and Kakkarot's. Then I glanced to the female rolling along beside them, playing with them, and tossing them in the air.
I growled in disgust (at myself) and turned around, forcing the smile to stay off my face. How in the hell could she manage to turn out so. . .nice when she had a worse childhood than I did? Was it just me?
I shook my head and focused my thoughts back on that day that really stuck out in my mind, not that everyday on that ship did but this one was the most important. It represented everything that I am. That day was the beginning. The day I was handed over to Frieza as payment.
People say the end justifies the means. I'll let you decide.
There it is. Hope you guys like it. Please R&R. It will be greatly appreciated. I'll try6 to get the first chapter up soon, but until next time I'm out – Nike
This is from Vegeta's point of view and will be in first person. Haven't really seen anything quite like this on FF.net. I've seen stories similar, but not of the same sort.
Anyhow, this is the story of Vegeta on Frieza's ship. Don't yell at me if you think something is wrong, this is my own interpretation. I'm starting from the day that a Vegeta five year old Vegeta was given to Frieza and, hopefully, will go up to the day he broke away from him.
Hope you guys enjoy and hope this turns out good. Oh, one more thing. I'm going to alter the timeline a little so if you guys have your own, or the one in July/August 2002 edition of Beckett DBZ (like me!), it's not going to follow the same dates, but I also won't be listing the dates of the events.
Ok, I've babbled enough. I'll just shut up now and let you guys read.
Prologue:
I leaned my head back on a tree and closed my eyes, allowing the cool breeze to wash over my face.
When I finally opened my onyx eyes I looked around steely about the area that had, to my disappointment, become home. It was so. . .green and bright. Nothing was like my home planet. Of course, I hardly remember my home planet. It was. . .Kami, has it really been thirty years?
There are very few things I remember about that place and one of them is my father. He was harsh, had to be. Showing emotions was a sign of weakness and there could be no weak king. For those five, short years I was there I remember wanting nothing more than to become the great king that he was. Tough, strong, reliable. So I trained and trained and trained. Then I was taken.
Frieza. That was my second memory. Although I won't admit it out loud (I had just recently admitted the fact to myself), he scared me to death. I still get shivers down my spine when I think about those cursed years that I spent on that filthy ship. Twenty long years I devoted myself to him in fear that I wouldn't be the best. Twenty years I wasted being in fear. He made me what I am and I regret it. Sometimes I wonder if I would have turned out differently if I hadn't been on that ship and I always come to the same conclusion: probably not. I was heading in that downward spiral long before Frieza took me. I just used him as an excuse to get even for the torture and the pain.
However, there are other times I wonder about that little Saiyan girl I met on that ship. She had it worse than I did yet she turned out better than me. She was born and raised on that ship, in the presence of Frieza at all times. And I knew what he did to her in the middle of the night, I know how he touched her and how he beat her. . .but I did nothing to stop it. I was too concerned with my own welfare.
I glanced to my right, to the huge glowing building of Capsule Corporation, to the children playing in the front yard, my son and Kakkarot's. Then I glanced to the female rolling along beside them, playing with them, and tossing them in the air.
I growled in disgust (at myself) and turned around, forcing the smile to stay off my face. How in the hell could she manage to turn out so. . .nice when she had a worse childhood than I did? Was it just me?
I shook my head and focused my thoughts back on that day that really stuck out in my mind, not that everyday on that ship did but this one was the most important. It represented everything that I am. That day was the beginning. The day I was handed over to Frieza as payment.
People say the end justifies the means. I'll let you decide.
There it is. Hope you guys like it. Please R&R. It will be greatly appreciated. I'll try6 to get the first chapter up soon, but until next time I'm out – Nike