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A Saiyin Prince
Chapter1: Vegeta is eleven years old, and living on Frieza's ship. He reflects back on his life on his home planet, Vegeta. Enjoy Veggie fans ^_^
The young Saiyin sat in the corner of the dark room with his head in his hands. Now that he was alone he could openly admit the fear and sorrow which he felt inside him. He had been taken from the planet Vegeta two months ago, from his father and his home where he had been born and raised. By now he could be anywhere, floating through outerspace in this blasted ship. His heart sank as he felt deep in his gut what he feared most - that he would never see his father or his planet again.
Vegeta's mind wandered back to his tenth birthday party, almost exactly one year ago.
The palace had been decorated from head to foot. The courtyards, the public rooms and the throne room along with all the outbuildings had been shrouded in beautiful silk sheets and hangings, all in the deep blue colour of Saiyin royalty.
Vegeta had been made to wait in his bedroom until the procession was ready to begin. He had felt a surge of excitement at all this attention which he knew was focused on him, and was eagerly anticipating the competitions and other events which traditionally marked the Prince's birthday.
Unable to patiently sit still, he had gone to his bedroom window, to take a peek outside. Unfortunately, his room in the palace faced the smaller private courtyards, and all the festivities were taking place in the large open courtyard at the opposite end of the palace. He couldn't see a thing. He had sat restlessly, looking at the clock every five minutes, waiting for eleven o'clock to come.
At eleven o'clock exactly, there was a loud knock on his door. He jumped to his feet.
'Yes?'
A large old key could be heard unlocking the door from the outside, and when the big door opened Vegeta's servant Sarton was at the other side, smiling at the young Prince.
'Happy Birthday, Prince Vegeta!'
Sarton had looked after Vegeta since his mother had died when he was just three years old.
He had been like a nanny to the young Prince, feeding and bathing him, making sure he
completed his daily responsibilities, fighting lessons and schooling. He was a noble
Saiyin, and a trusted servant of the King.
Vegeta couldn't repress a smile. 'Can I go now?'
'Right this way, young master.'
Sarton led the young Saiyin along the marble corridor, lined with a royal blue velvet carpet. Vegeta knew every part of the palace - they were approaching his father's viewing box, which sat high, above the open courtyard. The excitement rose in his chest again and quickened his breathing. They reached the thick plush blue velvet curtain, which separated the corridor from the viewing box outside. A burly guard stood at each side of the curtain, and as Vegeta and Sarton approached they pulled the curtains back so they could pass through. Vegeta saw the royal crown of his father above the back of the large chair. Vegeta was announced to his father and took a seat next to the sizeable man.
'Vegeta,' he beamed at his son. '...A special day it is today.'
He stretched out his ample gloved arm, showing the courtyard scene below.
Thousands of Saiyins packed the courtyard, leaving a large pathway through the centre of the heaving crowd. A square stage was set up not far from where Vegeta sat with his father. An excited buzz could be heard across the crowd. A drum beat started up, followed by the sound of trumpets and horns, and the procession began.
A musical band, followed by Saiyins in extravagant costumes made their way from the back of the courtyard towards the King and his son. Vegeta looked on with wide eyes, which danced with glee. When the procession arrived at the viewing box, the costumed Saiyins stopped on the open stage.
The music stopped and a loud drumbeat rattled around the courtyard. A deafening chant from the crowd followed.
'Long live the King! Long live Vegeta!'
The actors on the stage were dressed to represent the Saiyins and the Tuffnels. They re-enacted the war in which the Saiyins had defeated the Tuffnels to claim the planet Vegeta as their own. It was full of brutal fight scenes much to the delight of Prince Vegeta!
After the play, another drum roll had signalled that the fighting was to begin. Vegeta sat forward in his seat. This was the bit he had most looked forward to.
The first two fighters, following custom were the youngest in the tournament. The oldest must have been about twenty. He was a huge Saiyin, with a shaved head. His opponent looked a few years younger, but was a smaller build and had long black spiky hair. The drum roll sounded again. The announcer called out the names of the two competitors.
'Nappa versus Raditz.'
They turned and bowed to the King and then to Vegeta, before getting down to their contest. It was a great fight, and a close one. Vegeta followed the action closely, his quick eyes taking in everything. Eventually, after a thrilling battle, Nappa was victorious.
'Son,' King Vegeta looked at the Prince, 'you will grow to surpass these two fighters, and all the Saiyins you will see fight today. You will become the strongest Saiyin in the universe - it is your destiny.'
Vegeta had listened on intently, feeling a sense of pride and excitement that he should be chosen to be the strongest Saiyin.
After the tournament, King Vegeta had left his throne, and flew into the air above the crowd who looked on from below. Following the age-old tradition, Vegeta knew what he had to do. He leapt into the air, flying after his father. They sped to the far end of the courtyard, and landed on a high platform above the crowd, who looked up to see the ritual.
King Vegeta removed the heavy crown from his head and placed it on his son's head. The crown had been in the royal family for two hundred years. It was covered in priceless jewels and truly was a work of art. Being far too big for ten year old Vegeta, it would have slipped down over his eyes, but the King had held it in place as he spoke out in his loud voice.
'From father to son the crown shall in time pass.
The Kingdom shall continue to flourish under a Saiyin King.
From this line, the Super Saiyin shall emerge.'
The crowd cheered loudly, and Vegeta's eyes sparkled at the last words. He would become the first Super Saiyin, and go beyond all the Kings who had ruled before him.
Finally, after this ritual of the passing of the crown, the public celebrations in the palace were over and it was time for the banquet. Sarton had taken the young Prince back to his room to change for the feast. Although the servant did not say so directly, Vegeta could tell that Sarton was very pleased with him, and proud of the way he had performed in the afternoon ritual.
The feast was immense - there were roast pigs, geese and chickens, as well as plates of hot potatoes, pastas, salads and trays of breads. Thinking back, Vegeta could almost taste the delicious gravy, which had been one of his favourites at the palace. Saiyins were never the cleanest of eaters, and the meal had been a messy one, although by the end there was not as much as a wishbone left! Vegeta's father had been loud and entertaining as usual, and had openly spoke of the greatness he was sure his son would achieve.
After the meal, which went on long into the night, Vegeta had fallen asleep exhausted. In a move out of the ordinary, the King had told Sarton to leave his son and had put him to bed himself. Vegeta had woken in his father's arms just as he was being placed in his bed. The King pulled the covers over the sleepy young Vegeta and smiled at him, telling him that sleep was important for a Saiyin Prince.
Vegeta wiped the tears from his cheeks and longed deep inside to be back home. He leaned back against the cold metal wall and sighed. The door opened loudly, startling Vegeta. It was Korra, one of Frieza's henchmen. Vegeta pushed back against the wall.
'Get up, brat!' sneered Korra, 'Frieza wants you to join him for dinner.'
Vegeta wished that he was back home a year ago, and going to the banquet dinner with his father. But that was a long way away, in another time and another place.
Something told him that this dinner was going to be very different…
In Chapter 2... Frieza decides to show Vegeta some of his true power