The sky was red and the few birds flew in the sky. Many children were put to bed with the thoughts that any day now, their mother and father may not be there, and some women lay next to their mates, thinking that that may be the last time they'll be able to feel the warmth from them, and this was not without good reason.

A little before eight years ago, Frieza made an offer to King Vegeta, asking him and all of the Saiyans to serve him. King Vegeta rejected Frieza's offer, and thought his pride too important. Now the time has come to pay, for no one rejected Frieza and got away with it...

Survival

Chapter 1

Everything in the palace was silent, but no mind was put to rest. There were thoughts of fear, regret, doubt, and even some cockiness going through some minds. Only the fools were truly cocky. The wise had nothing to be cocky about.

A Saiyan with dark brown hair that defied all means of gravity, dark brown eyes, and had a goatee was walking through the palace halls. His eyes were cold, hard, and focused, just like any other Saiyan. He walked with pride and a sense of duty in his Saiyan armor and a plain, yet elegant red cape flowing from the shoulder parts of the armor. He was tall and very muscular, very attractive to females who weren't fools.

One female who wasn't a fool walked behind him with her head held high and an unbreakable pride. She was very beautiful, and like most Saiyans, she had thick black hair, and kept hers long, but it happened to be worn up that day. She was wearing a black body suit that didn't cover her legs at all, and didn't happen to have on any armor at the time, but she did fight. Her shape was practically flawless and her beauty was great. She was the envy of every female, especially since she was chosen by the King.

By her side was a boy who was identical to the male Saiyan, but he was much smaller and with black hair. After all, he was only eight. He too walked with his head up and had dignified footsteps, but his confidence was staggered for what was to come.

The three of them stopped in an area with a balcony. They stepped into the sunlight and the little boy covered his eyes because it was so bright. The two suns where shining brightly, even though it seemed like a dark day. When the little boy could see, he couldn't believe that there were so many Saiyans there. There were more than what his eyes could see. He stood next to his father, the King, while the woman, his mother, stepped back into the shadows of the palace, but did not leave.

King Vegeta began to speak. "Fellow Saiyans, you are aware that Frieza asked me years ago to join him, and work for him. He wanted us to give up our pride and what we stood for, so that he may sit lazily upon his thrown and watch us work like dogs, but I told him never!" The crowd of Saiyans cheered, but it was not loud and convincing, so the King continued on. "Now the time has come when he has grown scared of us and our power. He is scared that we will one day destroy him, so now he had decided to purge our planet." Murmurs spread like wild fire, and the crowd began to panic, but the King did not. "Listen when I say this. Frieza may be a formidable foe, but he will learn what Hell is, if he intends on messing with the Saiyan race. He is scared of us! What are we Saiyans scared of?" Many faces looked confused that the King would say that the Saiyans were scared of something. Pride wouldn't let anyone say anything like that. King Vegeta smirked. "We are scared of nothing!" The crowd grew wild with these wise words from the King and began to cheer. "So we will give them Hell! Prepare to make them suffer!"

Everyone cheered with confidence, knowing that they were a race of proud and strong warriors. Prince Vegeta walked back into the palace with his father and met with his mother, who was not smiling at all. "Mother?" asked Vegeta worriedly.

She sighed and then became eye level with her son. "May I speak with your father alone, Prince Vegeta?"

Prince Vegeta nodded hesitantly.

King Vegeta cocked an eyebrow at her. "What is the meaning of this?"

"Nothing my King...well not anything that I'd be willing to say out in the open like this."

The King looked at his son and gave him a sign to get lost, and Prince Vegeta rolled his eyes when his father wasn't looking and went to his room. "Come now, Cellena, and we will discuss this."

Cellena came with King Vegeta into their room and said nothing for a long time. She only looked off...not really looking at anything, but focusing on something.

"What do you want woman?" Vegeta's eyes were still cold.

She set her sights back on Vegeta and she dropped her guard and the tough act. "I...I don't want you to go. If I may say Sire, I don't want you to leave. You're our King and I don't want anything to happen to you." She was expecting Vegeta to scold her for thinking that he could ever be hurt or killed by the enemy, but he didn't.

His cold and hard eyes softened and he placed one of his hands on her cheek. "I can't tell our people to fight and then not go myself. I must set an example for our people."

She placed a serious expression on her face. "Then I am coming as well to fight. Every Saiyan able must."

"You must stay here at the palace. You have your duties to Vegeta."

"I know that Nappa and I are supposed to look after him and protect him at all costs...but Nappa can do it! Let me go."

Vegeta shook his head stubbornly. "You must stay. Nappa is powerful, but he has no brain. You're wise and wisdom is needed, especially in a great time of confusion such as this."

For the first time in her life, she felt as if things were totally out of her hands and she collapsed into Vegeta's arms. "Don't do this!" She looked into Vegeta's eyes that had grown softer and compassionate for her.

"We have our duties." He held her tightly. "I must go. If the worst should happen..."

"Don't say that! Nothing is going to happen to you. You'll be fine, and then you'll return to the palace as King, as you have been."

He smirked. "You're pride is great." Vegeta felt a love for her, which he never had been able to express. He didn't care for her until the last three years. At first, he only wanted an heir, but she became so much more than a woman to produce his son. She became his love. He had even been so bold as to mark her as his own. "We must do what we must do."

"When are you leaving?" she asked quietly. "Well?"

"It'll be today, if I can help it."

"Well, can't you stay with me for a little while? I just want to be with you one last time."

He kissed her with all that he had and poured himself into her, which was hard for him to do, but he did love to please her when they had intercourse. His pride wouldn't let him be less than perfect. "Fine then woman, but you must know that I have to go, and you must continue on your duties."

"I promise I will follow your command until I no longer have breath in my body."

He took down her hair and ran his fingers through it and then smelled her sweet scent. "You just don't know what you do to me, woman." He kissed her on her forehead.

"Lets make this one to remember." She smiled.

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