Disclaimer: Nope...don't own it, don't own anything for that matter.

A/N: Ya Ya, I know what your thinking, What the hell is up with all the Vegeta fics?' Well, to answer that, Vegeta is a complex person with an mysterious and unknown past and some parts in the series, thus making him the point in many stories because anything is possible with fanfiction. I hope you people will comment on this, maybe even give some tips, and if anyone would accept I offer anyone to be my beta reader, as long as you've written a good many stories yourself. Even if you don't agree with the design or plot of this story, please read it and tell me why. Cause even that little bit of information may help me in my quest in searching for the best fanfiction idea ever. So far, I've only written part of a story I'm fond of, and hopefully this will be added on my extremely short list. So really, just comment and enjoy! Maybe I'll have this done in a shorter time then expected! Heh...well, enough of my blabbering to those who read this part of stories, and on with the show! This is the revised version of this story, and the race of Zora came from the video game Zelda', so if you want to know what Surori looks like, go to a Zelda, Majora's mask,' or Zelda, Ocarina of Time.' that may give you some insight on poor Surori there. ^.~


The The eloquent story of Vegeta, Prince of the Sayia-jins


Staring out over the endless lights of the city, to see the endless sea's of sand, who at the moment sheltered sanguinary sand dragons. Vegeta turned back to the inside of the palace. His room held the colors of black and red, with some hints of blue. The walls were red, everything else besides the blue curtains were black. The carpet was red also, a balcony that led out four feet stood before the open glass doors,the blue curtains fluttered in the slight wind radiating in the night sky of Vegeta-sei. A sixteen year old Vegeta glared at his dour room, all he saw were three colors, a few clothes, and a stack of papers on the dresser. He crossed his arms and stalked out of the room, not caring about closing the balcony doors. Not like anyone was stupid enough to even try and get in through them, he knew, and was almost positive everyone else knew, he was powerful enough to kill his father right now, in fact, he was possibly the most powerful being out of them all. But he wasn't confident in having to rule the entire planet, he couldn't even keep helpful and intelligent people in the palace. Vegeta strode toward the throne room, his white, gold tipped boots thudding on the marble floor. Vegeta paused and looked at the throne room hall, pillars jutted out from the wall, pictures of past Kings hung up throughout it. A red carpet starting just ten feet away from the large, dark witch wood doors that held the throne room. He had a topic to discuss with his father. Pushed open the heavy doors with ease, and glared at his father as all attention was directed toward him.

Father, I have something I want to discuss. He said, his voice smooth, and slightly angry. His father glared at him and with a wave of this hand, answered.

I haven't the time now, brat. Go away, I'm in a meeting. King Vegeta stared at his son, waiting for him to leave. Vegeta didn't budge, he held his ground, arms crossed and a smirk on his face. Do you need an escort? Or are you just to stupid to understand the meaning of

I understand perfectly, father. The sarcastic tone in his voice was more then evident to everyone in the room. A few of the guards had stepped a respectable amount of room away from the young Prince, fearing their life. It was them the royal family took most of their anger out on.

Then put it to use, and leave. his father paid him no more heed and turned back to the two month anniversary of council. Many of the alien species glanced nervously at the scowling young prince, who waited patiently' for his father to acknowledge him again. I'm sure your planet will fare just fine with the new winter, just have your attire makers make fur coats and such. And--are you going to leave or not? He said fervently, he had wanted his son to take the hint and leave.

No, I'm not. I want to know why you had Bardocks family move out. He said, taking a step forward. Many guards started forward, but knew it was useless to try and stop him. They found that out once when he was young and burst into the throne room yelling and screaming about a sand dragon that had crawled over the palace walls. He ended up killing four elite guards before his father rendered him unconscious.

Why not? What need has he here? He's not of high rank, he doesn't have -any- fighting ability. His wife and sons are just a burden in the palace, I do like a clean palace. His father said, crossing his arms with a victorius smile, he stared at his son with humor apparent in his coal eyes. Vegeta growled and stomped his foot, bawling his hands into angry fists.

He has need, and he has fighting ability! In fact he was teaching me a new technique when you booted him out you old piece of shit! Vegeta said acrimoniously, his face turning a hint of red and he glared at his startled father. The visiters present looked back and forth between the two, a rise of anxioty was evident in the large throne room.

Really? Why are you learning from third class soldiers instead of your -elite- teachers? He asked, turning in the chair he sat in. Vegeta's glare intensified as he took another step towards his father, everyone's eyes growing wide as he stepped into a sliver of light the closed curtains failed to keep hidden.

Because he had something to offer me you old fool! He actually has intellect, unlike you and everyone else in this palace besides me. Admit it, -you- were just jealous of him! Vegeta said, gaining the upper hand in the argument. King Vegeta flushed with ire, he placed a hand on the arm of his chair and leaned out of it.

You listen here you sniveling little brat! I am -not- jealous of a third class fucker! The King retorted angrily, he hit the inside of the chair with his other arm. Vegeta stood up straight, crossed his arms and smirked, his eyes glinting in the warm sunlight.

Really? Prove it then, Vegeta said keeping hidden the excitment he felt, when his father didn't say anything, and everyone in the room, including someone who had peaked in at the entrance, he continued. Bring them back. After a moments pause, his father turned back to the audience in front of him, studing their confused faces closly. He didn't want them to think him weak so he calmed himself and answered.

Fine. Bring them back for all I care. Vegeta grinned and spun away, out of the sunlight and into the cool shade of the palace. He almost ran into the fifteen year old girl outside of the door.

Zhenia? What are you doing? he asked, frowning. The girl shrugged and turned to walk with him. She was wearing a pair of training pants and a tank top with old boots that were a faded blue color. She knew she didn't belong any where near the Prince, but she couldn't help it, she had become attached to him. They walked past many color tinted pentagon shaped windows before she answered.

Well, I heard you and your father yelling. So I decided to check it out, and the guards were to preoccupied with staring at you with fear, that I watched undetected until you almost ran me over. She said, with a little bit of sarcasm and humor in her light voice. Vegeta snorted, but smirked anyway. So, who are we going to tease today?

No one. We're going to the slave dock, said they brought in a new batch today. Heard a third class say they were weird', which I'm guessing means intriguing. Vegeta said, turning down a well furnished hallway. Zhenia said nothing, but just looked at the floor as she walked just behind him. Whenever she went out of the palace gates she had to act like his slave' when together. Most of the time he forgot and talked to her like normal, which sometimes sounded like she was his slave anyway. Once he screwed up royally and asked her if she wanted something in one of the jewelry stores. People that heard stared at him until he growled at them and said a few unkindly words.

People parted the way as he stalked in a prideful manner toward the slave dock, which really wasn't a dock. It was just a few large abandoned building put together to hold many slaves until the auctioneer took them out on the the platform for viewing and bidding. Zhenia walked just a step behind him, her head lowered respectively. Many other women gave her looks of sympathy. I should be the one giving -them- looks of sympathy, I'm not his slave, I'm his friend. That's more than I can say for you, you probably haven't even been inside the palace gates.' She grumbled to herself as she followed Vegeta until he came to a halt. She looked up through her dark bangs to see a large crowd talking and staring at a platform. Vegeta pushed and shoved his way up to the front, one person didn't see exactly who was pushing and shoving so he threw a punch. Vegeta instinctively dodged and took hold of the surprised mans arm. The crowd hushed at once, Zhenia stared in shock as the fist was centimeters from her nose. Everyone had their eyes on the three as Vegeta growled threateningly at the now aghast man.

S-sorry sir. I-I didn't see you... He said lamely, dipping his head, waiting to be put out of his misery. Instead Vegeta just roughly pushed him to the hard ground, many people glanced at eachother at the act of kindess so rarely dished out.

You're lucky I'm in a good mood, shit head. Next time look before you swing. Vegeta said, stepping directly on the mans stomach, Zhenia just jumped over him, giving him a nastly sneer before following Vegeta up to the front.

Thanks Vegeta, that guy would have taken my head off. Zhenia whispered, now almost beside him, but not next to or in front of him. She looked up and saw a small girl that was a bluish color, she had an extension on her head that looked as if it enabled her to breath in and out of water. She had arms and hands but there were fins attached to them. She looked like a human fish. Her blue eyes held crystal tears as the auctioneer pulled her roughly around, calling out what species she was and such. Vegeta! You have to get her! One of those nasty men will if you don't. She whined, tugged slightly on Vegeta's arm. Vegeta turned and barred his teeth at her.

Oh and I'm not? He asked, as he stopped, turned and crossed his arms. Zhenia looked around at the people, who noticed that Vegeta wasn't just telling her to shut her mouth and ignore her.

You're drawing attention. She whispered harshly, glaring at him. He didn't move, just raised and expecting eyebrow. She sighed. No, you're not, you actually have a brain and you use it.

That's right. Vegeta smirked at raised his right arm, calling out gruffly. Hey! I want that thing, whatever the hell it is. The crowd hushed as they stared at their glaring Prince. It wasn't everyday that you saw the Prince out and about looking for a peculiar slave. The man atop the platform nodded and took the money tossed at him. He shoved the girl off and she landed in a tumbled heap on the ground, Zhenia gasped and she hurried over to the crying girl. Vegeta stood by and waited, scowling.

What's your name? She asked, the little girl looked up, surprised. Zhenia lifted the girl and started after Vegeta.

She said quietly. Zhenia smiled at her and placed her arm under Surori's and helped her walk as she took off the restrainments on her.

My names Zhenia, and that guy who bought you was Prince Vegeta. The little girl gasped and would have stopped moving if she wasn't being pulled on by Zhenia. You can't stop, Vegeta won't notice, and you really don't want to get lost here.

Sorry...it's just they said I was lucky I wasn't going to the royal slave docks...did they lie? The girl asked, becoming more courageous. Zhenia smiled.

No, Vegeta just came because he heard from another warrior that it was...an interesting batch. Other than that, he would not have been there. That's why you saw so many gasp when he called out. Zhenia said, pulling the girl to go faster, Vegeta was getting to far ahead. She wanted to call out, but that would attract to much attention. She glanced down at the girl she half carried, half dragged, and when she looked up again Vegeta was gone from her sight. She came to an abrupt stop, causing Surori to give a startled yelp. He's gone.

the blue child asked, looking up at Zhenia curiously. Zhenia looked around frantically, she had no ownership over this...slave...if someone took her, she had no say in it. The child was suddenly ripped from her arm, Zhenia and the child only had time enough to utter a small yelp. Before Zhenia could vocalize the string of curses running through her head, she spun and looked at who took her.

She said, glaring at Vegeta who smirked at her. Holding Surori up by the armpits, at arms length. He studied the child.

Is this a fish? He asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. The child gasped at him, crossed her arms and set her face in a pout. Zhenia stomped her foot, emitting a loud growl.

No! That is not a fish! That is a child you incompetent bastard! She yelled, losing her temper, many of the people around turned and stared. It wasn't everyday that a slave' yelled at their master, it wasn't everyday that -anyone- yelled at royalty.

Than what is it? He asked, looking past the still pouting girl. Zhenia narrowed her eyes, unable to answer.

I'm a Zora. The child said quietly, Vegeta looked back at the child. His father had taken over Kisami-sei? What use was that planet? It was almost completely full of water, and places that weren't were marshes and such. Vegeta set the child on the ground, noticing all the people around, staring. He guessed that he caught more attention when he didn't yell back or kill Zhenia when she yelled at him.

We are wasting time! Slaves get your ass's in gear you sniveling weaklings! Move it! Vegeta snarled, hitting Zhenia's head, not very hard. She got the hint and moved her head as if she had been hit harder then he had hit her. Surori's eyes widened as they filled with unwanted tears.

Don't worry, he's just faking it. He didn't hit me that hard. Zhenia whispered down to the sniffling child. Surori looked up, wondrous.

He's a good actor. She said, surprised. Zhenia smiled, and patted the child's head, she kept her head down as she almost laughed at the heated' state Vegeta was in. He looked as if he were going to kill everyone on the spot, but she knew he was laughing at them all inside.

He's had lots of practice. Zhenia said, smiling at the child who returned it.