AN: God help me, I just had an urge to write this out of nowhere. I'm an avid slasher, but there's something about Bulma and Chichi that I adore, so perhaps only a slight inkling of Vegeta/Goku will be mentioned. Main pairings shall be Trunks/Goten and Mirai Trunks/Gohan. I know this takes place in the saiyan world, so I have tried to make it grittier and more violent, but I adore the characters as they are, so expect to see nicer than expected versions of such characters. As always, CC is welcome.

Warnings: AU, Slash and Mature themes.

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Prologue

There was a beeping sound at his side, and Vegeta scowled at the transmitter, recognising the call. He swallowed, and answered hesitantly, schooling his expression into one of placid obedience. It just was not his day today.

"Lord Frieza." He intoned, trying to keep the snarl from his voice. "What do we owe the pleasure?"

Frieza raised an eyebrow, and ignored the jibe as he moved onto business, in no mood to deal with the young king's contrary moods today.

"I hear from Dodora you've had trouble keeping a few of your soldiers in line these days."

Vegeta scowled. He had heard about this, and he was itching to blow off some steam at the idiot that had drawn Frieza's attention to Vegeta-sei. The tyrant was currently moving towards the western quadrant, far away from their planet, and he did not need this renewed attention, not when he was re-establishing his control again. The last time this had happened his father had paid a dear price, and as long as he had breath he vowed he would not let it happen again. He would play at obedience, but not before he found Dodora and dismembered him, piece by piece.

"News travels fast, my lord." His was smooth and silky, arrogance tempered down by a need to remain discreet. "The matter is currently being dealt with."

There was a pause, and Frieza recognised the dark undercurrent in his tone, and took it for the violence that it promised. He smiled, apparently satisfied.

"My dear Vegeta, of course it is. I'm sorry I interrupted." The transmission ended abruptly, and Vegeta turned his gaze onto the saiyan before him, knelt at his feet and surrounded by guards.

"So…Kakarot is it?" He stepped forwards, recognising his low class by his features, and the helpless way he held himself, surrounded by elites. "Just what makes you think you can ignore imperial orders hm?" With every step towards him, his power level spiked, and until he was close enough to touch him, he kicked him, relishing the scream of pain that followed. The guards around him just laughed, cruelly, and tightened their grips, wrenching his arms behind his back, holding him prostrate on the floor. "Answer me."

"I won't eradicate entire planets for anyone. Not for you and especially not for Frieza." Kakarot spat on the floor, voice harsh with pain, and a strand of saliva and blood dropped onto Vegeta's boot, staining the white. Almost oblivious to the pain, he continued, face screwed up into a grimace. "Saiyans don't serve, and they don't obey the words of Frieza." The disdain in his voice was dripping, and so did the blood that trickled down his face, red and bright and viscous.

Vegeta stared at him, and he felt his temper rise. This low class piece of trash was staring at him without fear, spouting nonsense that was treason, unafraid and naïve to the point of stupidity.

"Do you have a deathwish?" He snarled. "Frieza is not kind to those who rebel against his rule."

"I am not afraid of Frieza." Kakarot said simply. And then he smiled, mockingly. "But you are."

That was it. He felt the energy rise within him, and he held his palm out, ready to kill this piece of trash before him until a presence made itself known to him, the dark hooded figure appearing next to his side, placing a firm hand on his arm. Vegeta felt himself bristle, but the figure shook his head slowly.

"This is the one."

Vegeta felt himself become speechless, and slowly he reigned in his anger, controlling his temper before it threatened to overflow. His guards looked nervous, ready to apprehend the strange figure, until he waved them off, sitting back wearily on his throne with a sigh.

There was silence in the throne room, with only Kakarot's pained breathing and the beep of a scouter to show that Vegeta was powering down.

"I have no need for a warrior who won't fight. I will spare you and your worthless sons on the account of who your wife is, but you are now exiled from the inner capital and the saiyan army. You have until sunset to get out of the city before my guards come looking for you."

One of his guards, Nappa looked both shocked and disgusted, and approached him hesitantly.

"Sire, are you sure?"

"Let him go." His tone was sharp and hard, and Nappa knew not to argue at that tone of voice. Things tended to get ugly quick and fast from there. Kakarot stood up slowly, and with some cheek, dusted himself off before giving the King and the hooded figure one last, if not slightly confused glance before holding two fingers to his forehead. And then he disappeared.

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"Thankyou for listening."

Vegeta glanced at the hooded figure from the corner of his eyes.

"Don't thank me. He would have been a complete waste of my time and energy."

The hooded figure just laughed, and Vegeta narrowed his eyes as the figure took his hood down, revealing light blue eyes and purple hair that was cropped around his ears. He was broad in the shoulders and narrow in the waist, with a defined arch to his nose that was reminiscent of the royal line.

"I shall see you in a few more years, father."

Vegeta did not answer; he only inclined his head, and watched as his son disappeared back to the future, feeling the sense of foreboding that threatened to engulf him and his planet. Frowning, he set aside his thoughts and with a turn of his cape, he proceeded towards the gravity room. He needed to train.

tbc