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Chapter 1 Prologue

I was being smacked in the face with the thick white tail of the ice-jin in front of me. This was normal. I didn't do exactly what he told me to do but then again, I never do. My right arm was broken in two places, my left ankle was sprained, my nose was broken and my left eye was swollen shut. I'm used to his beatings now. In all of the many harsh beatings I've been given, this is him toying with me. I've had much worse for less. I question his motives on what I get beatings for and how hard my beatings are for what I do. This time, I only cleaned up the dead bodies from a mission. My team and I were supposed to purge the planet, destroy any and all forms of life. Then we had to clear out the bodies and make the planet a clean sleight with no buildings or anything. Only a planet of dark blue sand blowing in the wind and the red oceans splashing on the coast lines would be left. My team and I landed on the planet. We had seen the weak people live there. We saw the unique buildings that they had created. We killed any living being on the planet in no time. We didn't demolish any buildings; nothing was set ablaze and burned to the ground. It was as if everyone got up and left. I have no remorse for killing those weaker than I. Only the strong should survive. I've been taught this everywhere I go.

My father had taught me that fact until I was sent here, on this blasted ship. Damn Frieza. I hate that filthy bastard. He came to my planet and had a meeting with my father. I wasn't allowed to be in the meeting and so I waited for two hours before it was over. Then, my father came out with a cut on his cheek and blood around it. It was then that I became furious. My father saw my hands balled up in tight fists and I was about to go into the meeting room before my father got down on one knee put a hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry son." He said in a low voice, only so I could hear him. I started to question him in my mind before I saw the lizard walk through the door behind him.

"Ahh, so he is here. I will be leaving here in an hour. Have him ready." The filthy lizard said before walking in the opposite direction. I looked up at my father.

"Son, you are to be living on Lord Frieza's ship for the next few years. He will teach you how to rule some day and when you come back, I will teach you more."

I look behind me to see my mother holding my baby brother in her arms. She was looking at me with wide eyes and then I smell salt. Her tears were forming in her eyes. This was odd. Saiyans don't cry, especially my mother. She then dropped and I ran over to her.

"Mother!" I got over to her when she was on her knees with Tarble.

She looks up to my father who was beside her and trying to help her up. "How could you? I would have lasted longer. Handing him over will not ensure our safety Vegeta!" She was yelling at my father. I could see a tear falling down her cheek. What was she talking about handing me over? Was that what my father was doing? Handing me over to that Lizard? It was then that I put my hand on my mother's shoulder. She had still been kneeling, not wanting my father's help in getting up.

"It will be ok." I didn't like seeing my mother like that. It put something inside of me that I hated. The feeling squeezed my chest and it was as if I could feel her pain.

She nodded and I felt a furry thing wrap around my wrist. It was my baby brother's tail. He was born no longer than a month ago. Later that day, I was taken to Frieza's ship along with my team: Nappa, Raditz, Kakarot, and Turles. We were given a small dorm type of place to sleep when we were on the ship and not on missions. That was almost six years ago. I was seven at the time. I was allowed to go back to Planet Vegeta-Si when I turned 10 but only for two days because Frieza wanted to have a meeting with my father. Now I am 13 and haven't been to my home planet since. Since I first left, I have learned lots but not what my father had informed me I would be learning. The only thing I have learned about leading is leading my team on missions.

I now stand in front of Frieza, all beaten up but I will not make a sound. I have never made a sound when he beats me. He hates it too. He beats me until I have to go to the tanks or until he gets tired. I don't fight back though. I stand there and take it. It hurts to stand but I don't show it. He punches me in the gut a few times and I am slammed into the wall. I spit out blood and it lands right before his foot. "Now, Monkey," Frieza starts. I hate when he calls me that. I'm not a monkey. I'm a Saiyan. Monkeys are a species that originated from the planet Earth that fling their own dung. Some are even dumber than humans. Humans are like Saiyans except they are weak, stupid, and don't have a tail. What's the point of the alliance between Vegeta-Si and Earth anyway? It's not the humans do anything.

I'm beaten for a few more minutes and I now have a serious head injury, a few more broken bones that include a few ribs, and lots of cuts. Two low class soldiers came in through the doors because Frieza called them in to bring me to the tanks. I would have taken myself but Frieza shattered my knee and broke my other leg between my hip and knee. I could barely move or even breathe without any pain. They dragged me through the halls to the med wing and the doctors laughed when they saw me. They said stuff such as "What did he do this time?" and "Why does Frieza even want these monkeys to be taken care of?"

I'm put in the tank and the mask is put on my face. I hear the tank close and I feel the green liquid fill the tank. Kami, I thank the one who created this stuff. A beep sounded that said the tank was full and starting the sleep stage. There are three stages. The first is sleep. It sends sleeping gas through the mask to have the person fall asleep and it starts healing the bones. It's important that the person is asleep for this part because if they were awake, it would be very painful. This step is the newer step. It's been around for only seven years. Then there's the second step. It heals the deep cuts. This is when the sleeping gas starts to wear off but it isn't until the end of this stage that the person wakes. The third and final part is the healing of the smaller wounds. It works with your body's healing system to provide the fastest healing and when it's almost done, it relaxes the muscles from not moving for so long so that when the person gets out of the tank, they will have the strength to stand and walk.

It was a day later that I got out of the tank. He had shattered a few bones of mine I was told and so that's why it took so long. When I got back to my room, I saw Raditz lying on the couch with his arms behind his head. He was sleeping. Nappa was sitting at the counter of the small kitchen area with a bottle of whisky in his hand. I couldn't see Kakarot. He was probably in his room sleeping. It was late. "Hey Vegeta. You're back" Nappa said casually.

"Yeah. When's our next mission?"

"Hasn't been assigned. It's late, you should go to bed."

"Not tired Nappa."

"You were in the tank for a day. You must be getting stronger."

"He went easy on me." I scuffed. "Give me that." I said as I took the whisky out of Nappa's hand. There were two already empty bottles. Even though I am only 13, I had been drinking on this ship for years. I could hold my liquor too, even better than Nappa. Saiyan bodies mature faster than most species and then when they hit about 20 years, they stop ageing until they reach Old Age. It's not specific on how old the Saiyan is when he or she reaches it but it's when their bodies start showing how old they are and they could no longer fight. Only few have really reached it because most die in combat. Compared to a human, I would look about 16-years-old. "He's planning something."

"What is he planning?"

"I don't know but I could see it in his facial expressions. He's planning something." I turned my head and saw Turles who was in his boxers. He was rubbing his eyes to get rid of the sleep.

"Hey Vegeta." He said in a yawn. "I see you're out of the tank. That means that we should be getting assigned a mission soon. Hopefully tomorrow morning. I hate being here. I much rather take our time on missions."

"Me too." Raditz said as he sat up and stretched out his arms. "I don't like the pods but I much rather be there than be on this ship."

We all turn our heads as we heard a buzz from the door and it opened. Zarbon stood in the doorway. "Congratulations Monkeys. Frieza says that he is sending all of you back to where you came from. You will still have to follow his orders. I guess that he has had enough of his ship ruined by your looks, stench, and all around inferiorness. He also hasn't been liking your outbursts either. You seem to be blowing everything up."

"That's what happens when Frieza's lackeys get in my way." I scuff.

Zarbon ignores me. "We are landing in the late morning about 10:30. Frieza doesn't want to be kept waiting." He said as he walked out the door. As the door closed, Kakarot walked out the door.

"Kakarot," Turles said. "Get packed. We are landing on Vegeta-Si."

He nodded and then went back to bed. Turles and Kakarot are twins. Although they look similar to each other, Turles acts more like his father. No one knows where Kakarot got his personality from. We all knew where he got his taste in food though. When Gine, Bardock's mate, cooks she makes the best food that we've ever tasted. All the Sons had that taste in food but Kakarot had it the worst. Gine didn't cook much though. She was on her mate's team and they were often out on missions.

Turles and Raditz went to sleep in their room soon after Kakarot did. The Sons all shared a room and then I got my own room while Nappa slept on the couch. He preferred it that way though. Nappa didn't mind sleeping on the couch and actually liked it but he, along with the rest of my team couldn't wait to sleep in our own beds. It has been years since we have been able to do so.

I was the last to go to my room. Nappa was even out cold before I had left to my room. I stripped down to my boxers and lied on my bed. We were finally going home. I wondered what all had changed, other than what I had been told of my mother and brother. My eyes closed and I slept another night full of not so peaceful dreams that most would call nightmares.