There was no turning back now the young prince realized. He was actually
stuck in this hellhole thanks to his baka father. His whole race gone, not
that he cared all that much. Most of them were weak fools who were better
off dead anyhow. But that wasn't the point, the point was he would never
get a chance to fulfill his destiny, he was forever to be the prince of a
dead race, destroyed by their own folly and stupidity.
"stupid rat!" he growled, blasting the fleeing rodent into oblivion. He scowled, not getting the usual enjoyment out of the kill, which in turn heightened his want to kill again. He decided if he laid still long enough, another rat would surely try its luck in getting past him.
He lay still, breathing shallowly into the chilly air. His quarters were disgustingly below his standards. The walls were bare, covered only by the stains and stenches of occupants long since departed. The ceiling, which was slightly more interesting, was curved, creating an almost dome like effect. He squinted, counting the rivet hole upon the badly treated titanium. He decided it would pass the time far better than studying the dirty, damaged floor. The drag marks upon it indicated to the prince that this might have been used as a holding quarters for prisoners at one time or another, this was further validated by the random blood splatters forever stained into the wall and floor. The furnishings of the room were scanty at best, not that he expected anymore. There was a cot, if you could call it that, to sleep on and a piece of material they were passing off as a blanket. Then there was a shelf, or rather a piece of metal that jutted out from the wall awkwardly.
He was awoken from his self-pitying by a scant noise that bounced off of the walls. A slight smirk crawled over the prince's face as he sighted a rat in his peripheral vision. Silently, with a predator's skill he gathered a ki blast that would pounce his prey.
"Your majesty! Frieza wishes to seek audience with you." Vegeta scowled watching the rat scurry away, he looked up at his loyal, moronic guardian, Nappa. The only othe Saiyajin to survive, Vegeta-sai's destruction.
"Tell him to stick that tail of his up his ass and rotate." The prince retorted sitting up.
"Uhm..well.uh.are you sure that's wise?" Vegeta scowled as Nappa searched for words, "Not to say you're not wise of course but well.."
"Shut up baka!" the prince growled. Nappa sighed, happy to comply. "I'll go if it will shut you up, you imbecile."
The two walked down the silver hall that was painfully bright and clean.
"Majesty, there's news of another Saiyajin surviving." Nappa said in passing.
"Oh good, I'll be sure to send out the welcoming committee," the prince sarcastically responded.
"He's a third class warrior, a son of Bardo..um.maybe its Bardock." Nappa continued.
Vegeta cringed at this statement. Another weakling to carry around. Of all the things to happen! He was now a prince to a big lunk head and a dirty low class bottom feeder.
The two stopped at a huge entranceway protected by huge guards. Judging by their ki energies, unneeded guards, Vegeta decided.
"Come in little monkey prince." A voice from inside tenderly called. Vegeta gritted his teeth but Nappa grabbed the prince's shoulder, keeping him in check.
The two entered the lavish room. Vegeta studied its furnishings from top to bottom. To somehow read into its occupant if it was possible.
"Ah, prince Vegeta, I hope my men have been treating you well." Frieza cordially stated.
Vegeta scoffed, looking about the room trying not to focus on the ugly baka who sat in front of him.
"Well now, it's only manners to speak when spoken to monkey." Frieza said slightly irritated at the brat's insolence.
"If you don't have anything nice to say." Vegeta responded. Nappa bit his lower lip, silently praying the prince would survive this insolent act. Why did he have to be such an obstinate brat?
"Look at me when I speak to you monkey.." Frieza growled.
Vegeta continued to look at the ground, avoiding eye contact with the tyrant in front of him. He scowled at what was quickly becoming Frieza's pet name for him. "I would but you're so damned ugly."
"Am I?" Frieza laughed walking toward the small prince, "you have gusto monkey," he growled, grabbing Vegeta's shoulder and squeezing tightly.
The prince let out a yelp as he tried to fight off the death grip the tyrant held on him. Tears of pure frustration began to form in his eyes as he fell to one knee, his shoulder being crushed from Frieza's immense power. "It will be interesting to see how long it will take to be broken." Frieza whispered into his ear.
Vegeta tried to move away from the cold, harsh whisper as also tried to hide his fear with his omnipresent scowl, He had never been put in a position of submission before. He groaned, still struggling to break free, earning hearty laughs from lord. "Oh monkey how you do entertain me," he marveled, grabbing the prince's chin and turning it to face his. "I recommend you learn to obey pet." He whispered, releasing his shoulder, sending him to the cold ground.
"Saiyajin, collect your royal trash heap and get out of here." Frieza laughed, walking back to his throne.
Nappa nodded, hepling Vegeta out to the hall way where he asked," Are you all right your majesty?"
Vegeta shook his head fighting back tears of hatred, anger, frustration and grief. "Nappa, I wish not to be called that anymore, just call me by given name from now on."
"But..but why?" he asked shocked.
"Because..because, it is my wish." He whispered slamming the door to his quarters, leaving Nappa to scratch his head in wonder. The fact was, what was the use in being called a prince when the fact was he and Nappa were now equals? He sat at the edge of his cot a sniffled. He wasn't a prince anymore, not even a Saiyajin, he was a slave. His scowl lowered into a defeated look. He looked up and saw a rat scurry by. He let it live.
"stupid rat!" he growled, blasting the fleeing rodent into oblivion. He scowled, not getting the usual enjoyment out of the kill, which in turn heightened his want to kill again. He decided if he laid still long enough, another rat would surely try its luck in getting past him.
He lay still, breathing shallowly into the chilly air. His quarters were disgustingly below his standards. The walls were bare, covered only by the stains and stenches of occupants long since departed. The ceiling, which was slightly more interesting, was curved, creating an almost dome like effect. He squinted, counting the rivet hole upon the badly treated titanium. He decided it would pass the time far better than studying the dirty, damaged floor. The drag marks upon it indicated to the prince that this might have been used as a holding quarters for prisoners at one time or another, this was further validated by the random blood splatters forever stained into the wall and floor. The furnishings of the room were scanty at best, not that he expected anymore. There was a cot, if you could call it that, to sleep on and a piece of material they were passing off as a blanket. Then there was a shelf, or rather a piece of metal that jutted out from the wall awkwardly.
He was awoken from his self-pitying by a scant noise that bounced off of the walls. A slight smirk crawled over the prince's face as he sighted a rat in his peripheral vision. Silently, with a predator's skill he gathered a ki blast that would pounce his prey.
"Your majesty! Frieza wishes to seek audience with you." Vegeta scowled watching the rat scurry away, he looked up at his loyal, moronic guardian, Nappa. The only othe Saiyajin to survive, Vegeta-sai's destruction.
"Tell him to stick that tail of his up his ass and rotate." The prince retorted sitting up.
"Uhm..well.uh.are you sure that's wise?" Vegeta scowled as Nappa searched for words, "Not to say you're not wise of course but well.."
"Shut up baka!" the prince growled. Nappa sighed, happy to comply. "I'll go if it will shut you up, you imbecile."
The two walked down the silver hall that was painfully bright and clean.
"Majesty, there's news of another Saiyajin surviving." Nappa said in passing.
"Oh good, I'll be sure to send out the welcoming committee," the prince sarcastically responded.
"He's a third class warrior, a son of Bardo..um.maybe its Bardock." Nappa continued.
Vegeta cringed at this statement. Another weakling to carry around. Of all the things to happen! He was now a prince to a big lunk head and a dirty low class bottom feeder.
The two stopped at a huge entranceway protected by huge guards. Judging by their ki energies, unneeded guards, Vegeta decided.
"Come in little monkey prince." A voice from inside tenderly called. Vegeta gritted his teeth but Nappa grabbed the prince's shoulder, keeping him in check.
The two entered the lavish room. Vegeta studied its furnishings from top to bottom. To somehow read into its occupant if it was possible.
"Ah, prince Vegeta, I hope my men have been treating you well." Frieza cordially stated.
Vegeta scoffed, looking about the room trying not to focus on the ugly baka who sat in front of him.
"Well now, it's only manners to speak when spoken to monkey." Frieza said slightly irritated at the brat's insolence.
"If you don't have anything nice to say." Vegeta responded. Nappa bit his lower lip, silently praying the prince would survive this insolent act. Why did he have to be such an obstinate brat?
"Look at me when I speak to you monkey.." Frieza growled.
Vegeta continued to look at the ground, avoiding eye contact with the tyrant in front of him. He scowled at what was quickly becoming Frieza's pet name for him. "I would but you're so damned ugly."
"Am I?" Frieza laughed walking toward the small prince, "you have gusto monkey," he growled, grabbing Vegeta's shoulder and squeezing tightly.
The prince let out a yelp as he tried to fight off the death grip the tyrant held on him. Tears of pure frustration began to form in his eyes as he fell to one knee, his shoulder being crushed from Frieza's immense power. "It will be interesting to see how long it will take to be broken." Frieza whispered into his ear.
Vegeta tried to move away from the cold, harsh whisper as also tried to hide his fear with his omnipresent scowl, He had never been put in a position of submission before. He groaned, still struggling to break free, earning hearty laughs from lord. "Oh monkey how you do entertain me," he marveled, grabbing the prince's chin and turning it to face his. "I recommend you learn to obey pet." He whispered, releasing his shoulder, sending him to the cold ground.
"Saiyajin, collect your royal trash heap and get out of here." Frieza laughed, walking back to his throne.
Nappa nodded, hepling Vegeta out to the hall way where he asked," Are you all right your majesty?"
Vegeta shook his head fighting back tears of hatred, anger, frustration and grief. "Nappa, I wish not to be called that anymore, just call me by given name from now on."
"But..but why?" he asked shocked.
"Because..because, it is my wish." He whispered slamming the door to his quarters, leaving Nappa to scratch his head in wonder. The fact was, what was the use in being called a prince when the fact was he and Nappa were now equals? He sat at the edge of his cot a sniffled. He wasn't a prince anymore, not even a Saiyajin, he was a slave. His scowl lowered into a defeated look. He looked up and saw a rat scurry by. He let it live.