Here is the very first chapter of "The Fate of A Saiyajinn Prince."
The disclaimer applies to be simple about it.
The only characters I've created are Kuma Karie and the alien species later in the story.
Whelp, here we go!
Chapter 1: Frieza's Cruelty
Vegeta watched Torun's twin suns set simultaneously, over the desert- swept landscape, on his personal view screen. His tail twitched nervously, as darkness fell on the small, unsuspecting planet.
Automatically, the view switched to Lord Frieza, who stood gloating in the vacuum of space, his eyes aglow with malice. Vegeta felt tempted to simply turn off the dysfunctional machine and avoid the sight of yet another planet being destroyed; it would simply recall painful memories of his childhood and the planet he would never be king of.
But still- -Vegeta knew better. One must study their enemy carefully, if one wishes to defeat them- -Vegeta thought in silence. Just the thought of attempting to get into that vile creature's mind, boiled his blood. Certain sacrifices must be made in order to carry out this plan sucessfully, Vegeta reminded himself bitterly. Vegeta's plan......................................
of revenge.
* * *
Frieza stepped through the doors of his private spaceship, a look of unchecked pleasure on his face. Vegeta- -disgusted- -smothered his ki level quickly, and prepared to retreat to the bare slab of filth, Frieza claimed was a room worthy of a Saiyajinn Prince.
Unfortuanately, Frieza picked up Vegeta's hidden power level with ease, on his scouter.
"Leaving so soon? Why don't you stay awhile? Have a drink maybe? Discuss my latest conquest? Hmmmmm............." Frieza drawled lazily, at the 18 year-old Saiyan.
Vegeta's back went rigid at the sound of the reptilian voice, colder than his own heart. Frieza smiled cruelly at the sudden motion. He loved how obvious the Prince was when it came to his emotions. Despite, the monkey's best efforts his body language and the bane of his emotional existence- - his tail- -gave away everything Vegeta fought so hard to hide from the tyrant and himself. Vegeta had been his slave for 10 years now, after having his planet destroyed by a supposed "asteriod", when he was eight. He wore a simple navy blue bodysuit; he wasn't allowed to wear body armor until he turned 20, or until he gave into Frieza's will- -whichever came first.
Despite his immense hate towards Frieza, Vegeta managed to control his anger long enough to respond coldly- - "No thank you, Frieza...I'd rather just go into my private chambers."
"Whatever you say, my charming little Saiyan Prince."
Vegeta, seething, exited the room quickly, before he became prey to his own emotions. Once Frieza was certain Vegeta was out of hearing range and well on his way towards his room, he turned to the purple, horned, Captain of the Guard.
"Listen Ginyu, I don't like that uppity tone of his- -I want you to arrange a little match of sport between the two of you."
Ginyu, who wasn't entirely uncomfortable with his new order, chuckled, "I'll see that it's done sir."
With that said, the body snatcher turned on his heel, so he could get the errand done in time for training. But before he had so much as made it halfway out the door, Frieza's voice cut into the silence.
"Oh, and Ginyu?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Beat the hell out of him."
OOOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhh- -SCARY!!! What will happen to our 18 year-old Prince? When will I write the next chapter of this saga? Will I ever finish the "Krillin Chronicles?" AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! All answers will be revealed in "Chapter 2: A Rumor or Reality?" MWA HAH HAH HA HA!!!!!! (Well...most of them anyway...- -referring to the answer statement above....)
The disclaimer applies to be simple about it.
The only characters I've created are Kuma Karie and the alien species later in the story.
Whelp, here we go!
Chapter 1: Frieza's Cruelty
Vegeta watched Torun's twin suns set simultaneously, over the desert- swept landscape, on his personal view screen. His tail twitched nervously, as darkness fell on the small, unsuspecting planet.
Automatically, the view switched to Lord Frieza, who stood gloating in the vacuum of space, his eyes aglow with malice. Vegeta felt tempted to simply turn off the dysfunctional machine and avoid the sight of yet another planet being destroyed; it would simply recall painful memories of his childhood and the planet he would never be king of.
But still- -Vegeta knew better. One must study their enemy carefully, if one wishes to defeat them- -Vegeta thought in silence. Just the thought of attempting to get into that vile creature's mind, boiled his blood. Certain sacrifices must be made in order to carry out this plan sucessfully, Vegeta reminded himself bitterly. Vegeta's plan......................................
of revenge.
* * *
Frieza stepped through the doors of his private spaceship, a look of unchecked pleasure on his face. Vegeta- -disgusted- -smothered his ki level quickly, and prepared to retreat to the bare slab of filth, Frieza claimed was a room worthy of a Saiyajinn Prince.
Unfortuanately, Frieza picked up Vegeta's hidden power level with ease, on his scouter.
"Leaving so soon? Why don't you stay awhile? Have a drink maybe? Discuss my latest conquest? Hmmmmm............." Frieza drawled lazily, at the 18 year-old Saiyan.
Vegeta's back went rigid at the sound of the reptilian voice, colder than his own heart. Frieza smiled cruelly at the sudden motion. He loved how obvious the Prince was when it came to his emotions. Despite, the monkey's best efforts his body language and the bane of his emotional existence- - his tail- -gave away everything Vegeta fought so hard to hide from the tyrant and himself. Vegeta had been his slave for 10 years now, after having his planet destroyed by a supposed "asteriod", when he was eight. He wore a simple navy blue bodysuit; he wasn't allowed to wear body armor until he turned 20, or until he gave into Frieza's will- -whichever came first.
Despite his immense hate towards Frieza, Vegeta managed to control his anger long enough to respond coldly- - "No thank you, Frieza...I'd rather just go into my private chambers."
"Whatever you say, my charming little Saiyan Prince."
Vegeta, seething, exited the room quickly, before he became prey to his own emotions. Once Frieza was certain Vegeta was out of hearing range and well on his way towards his room, he turned to the purple, horned, Captain of the Guard.
"Listen Ginyu, I don't like that uppity tone of his- -I want you to arrange a little match of sport between the two of you."
Ginyu, who wasn't entirely uncomfortable with his new order, chuckled, "I'll see that it's done sir."
With that said, the body snatcher turned on his heel, so he could get the errand done in time for training. But before he had so much as made it halfway out the door, Frieza's voice cut into the silence.
"Oh, and Ginyu?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Beat the hell out of him."
OOOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhh- -SCARY!!! What will happen to our 18 year-old Prince? When will I write the next chapter of this saga? Will I ever finish the "Krillin Chronicles?" AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! All answers will be revealed in "Chapter 2: A Rumor or Reality?" MWA HAH HAH HA HA!!!!!! (Well...most of them anyway...- -referring to the answer statement above....)