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Freeza Station 207 was a pretty dull place if you were a true warrior, Vegeta reflected glumly. He and his associates had been stuck on this gods forsaken place for weeks now and frankly he was sick and tired of it. What passed for local authority had cautioned him several times for starting fights and then - wasn't this the most appalling thing to caution him for? - winning them!
Was it his fault he was the strongest Saiyan in the universe? No! Was it his fault that destiny had their favourites and he happened to be one of them as the Prince of all Saiyans? Of course not! And did he happen to like it this way? Hell yes!
It was oddly comforting to know that no matter where you currently stood in the scheme of things that nothing lasted forever.
Vegeta believed that all good things came to those who waited, because if it was worth the price of your time then you had to make it worth waiting for. Vegeta wasn't the type of man who sat around and waited to be given things that he wanted, he was going to take those things for himself because that was the way the universe worked; the strong ruled and took what they wanted and those weaker either died, obeyed or stayed out of the way.
And since he was aware that his status lay on the buttered side up of fate's bread then who were these pretty little nothings to berate him for abusing that position a little? As if they wouldn't do the same if the situations were reversed!
He reflected on this with a smile as he punched the man in his grasp once again, the soldier grunted as his teeth clicked together and he went limp in the Prince's grasp.

Vegeta let him go and turned to face the now less confident trio of beauracrats who had called him in to see them, one of them was shaking like a leaf and trying to make himself smaller behind his two taller members.
"I'm sorry gentlemen, I recall you were saying something about my 'unacceptable levels of conduct' before this soldier went for his blaster behind my back?" Vegeta asked them in his smoothest and most reasonable voice. He could not keep his smile hidden though, nor the hint of ironic amusement that lay behind the words.
The aforementioned blaster was on the floor and Vegeta eyed it disinterestedly as the three aliens before him mustered up the right words to avoid what they feared might provoke a violent response.

"W-well you see, the thing is that you Saiyans are getting intolerable now and we'll have to ask you to leave if this goes on any more!" The tallest - and perhaps not the brightest of them - said once he'd composed himself from the shock of seeing one of his own security knocked out in front of him.
"That's right!" the second added quickly "Don't you know there are rules on Freeza's stations that have to be followed? It's the law!" he said severely, clearly running on the thin strength of his words to save him. Poor fool; using words to defend yourself before true warriors was much like using a paper shield to stop a sword... still, he supposed with the absence of possessing any strength any shield would make you feel better than having no shield.

Hmph. Clearly these were people more used to dealing with the weaker kinds of species if they thought he'd be swayed by a few rules. There weren't many out there who could match the Saiyans in brute strength but even so…!
This was why he hated reptiles - the colder a species blood was the less chance there was of the exciting prospect of a fight!
Vegeta smiled "The law?" he echoed sarcastically "Well I suppose I should really stop what I'm doing then, since it's 'the law' we're talking about!"
"Yes, yes you should!" the first reprimanded him sternly as he nodded desperately.
"Well normally I'd be inclined to agree that rules are there for a reason… but there's a problem," Vegeta stepped over the fallen soldier and walked up to the trio, they all stood taller than him but the Prince had never been one to let height worry him – he was shorter than many people, it was true. But looked at it from his point of view that was just fine and maybe all the sweeter for it just meant taller people had to scrape down even lower to lick his boots.

The Prince smiled at them before he continued "We Saiyans have a natural ability to fight, it's been in our culture for centuries and it's what we've always done for fun. I'm sure you can't see the problem in a little recreation?" The Prince asked them. When no answer was forthcoming he smiled even more pleasantly which was oddly more discomforting for the three administrators than his wrath was "Now none of your stations sections have anything designed to assuage that need to the level we like. The closest thing you have as a substitute is a bar, and at a bar people get drunk and say stupid things that provoke others-"
"But that's your people that you're talking about - most of the time they start the fights!"
"Actually its Nappa, the hot head can't handle his beer" Vegeta corrected him "but the point is that I won't take that sort of thing lying down. I really have to let people know where they stand, or in this case, crawl when matched against myself and my colleagues. It would be bad for our reputation if we didn't try to uphold our image as fearsome warriors."
"Who can win brawls with drunken aliens! Some warriors you are!" one of them scoffed.
Vegeta rounded on him, advancing until he was the thin alien cringed away from him "I'm sorry… what did I just hear you say?" the Prince growled.
"Well… well what I meant to say was if that's case then you must control your team! They can't be beating up the staff on a regular basis – who's going to run the place?"

"I don't see why they can't. If you hired staff who could handle this problem then you wouldn't be having this problem." Vegeta informed them smugly "Besides what's the real harm in a few little bar fights… it livens up the place. Gives it some character!"
"Fine! If that's how it's going to be then you're all barred from the bar on this station!" the third had finally grown a pair and now spoke up, though it was still from behind his two other members.
Vegeta's eyes narrowed and he walked forward, the two standing in front of the offender quickly parted before the very intent glare of the Prince and when they moved Vegeta now found himself eye to eye with a scrawny alien no bigger than himself.
"I would advise you to seriously think about the consequences should you try to enforce that, little man." Vegeta warned him in a low dangerous voice "There's only one kind of danger worse than catching a Saiyan drunk and grumpy and that's to provoke him when he's sober. When a Saiyan is drunk he misses his punches and energy attacks… well sometimes he will anyway. But when he's sober then he won't miss. Then the bodies start piling up."
He painted the picture as dramatically as he could – if there was one thing he knew how to do, it was to put on a good show when the attention was on him "Then before long there's no one left but us on this station because all the security are dead because they tried to intervene and then all the patrons and partners and dealers and visiting magistrates will avoid this place like the plague… because there will be no one left to protect them from us."

"I- I…" the third beaurucrat trembled and stammered before the Prince whose smirk broadened into a triumphant smile.
Gotcha, Vegeta thought.
"Or perhaps you can just let us do what we like and turn a blind eye, like good little corrupt bureaucrats should, and I'll give you my word that we'll try to behave in a more… civilised manner?"
The alien nodded desperately "Yes! Of course… Prince Vegeta!"
"Nice doing business with you gentlemen." The Prince turned and marched out of the room, but as he did so he made sure to stand on the blaster and crush it to a pile of sparking scrap beneath his boot as he did so. The door thumped shut behind him leaving three very frightened administrators wondering how the hell they were supposed to stop that kind of a man if they ever got him angry enough to be unreasonable.

Nappa met him out in the hallway "Hey! Nicely put Vegeta!" the bald giant of a man complimented him.
"It's not hard Nappa" Vegeta shrugged "You just need to learn how to talk to people."
The pair of them walked down the brightly lit and over heated corridors in silence for a while as Nappa considered what his Prince had just said. It wasn't that Nappa was dumb, but it was often hard to tell if the Prince was being his usual mocking self or if he was angry and trying to mask it with sarcasm.
It could cost you a beating if you got it wrong, so Nappa had learned a long time ago to simply do as he was told and try hard not to upset his sovereign.
"So" the retainer asked the smaller man "Are we going to behave ourselves, or what?"
Vegeta laughed hard at the suggestion of any moderation "Hell no we won't! Nappa, I want you two to do your best at doing a number on this station – I want you to beat up the patrons in the bar, I want you to break everything you can when a fight breaks out, I especially want you to get the security involved and then show them up as incompetent, You and Raditz go nuts." he offered generously.
Nappa was pleased but confused "But… why did you talk with those losers back there if you don't intend to follow the rules?"
Vegeta supressed the urge to roll his eyes "Because Nappa" he explained "they'll be trying to get anyone they can involved with this if it will stop us. That means Freeza will hear of it soon enough and then we'll get an assignment."
"Or a punishment." Nappa suggested mildly.
"Would you rather be stuck here?" Vegeta snapped at him.
"No!" Nappa quickly replied.
"Well then, anything's better than this place. Honestly, if we stay here much longer we'll all be like that joke of a Saiyan Raditz."

Well there we are, a first installment up. Sorry its a little short, but I'm trying to keep it in character. ha ha - just a little joke. Seriously though I'd like to know what you think of it - is it a good start or is it a little far fetched, is the characterisation good or does it need tweaking?
Yeah, so tell me what you think and hopefully the next chap will be up shortly and we'll get rolling.