Vegeta lays upon the floor as Goku stands above him, both of them covered in blood and battle damage. His hand reached out ready to blast a hole in Vegeta's chest.

"Well, aren't' you going to do it? Go ahead! Finish me off. That's the way of our Sayan race. To know that I die on the battlefield against one of my own gives me the satisfaction that I go out with honor."

Goku looks down upon Vegeta and wonders for a moment. Then blasts a hole straight through the prince's chest, exploding all that's inside of him, along with rubble and debris from the energy ball.

In a sudden shock, he awakens from his nightmare, his adrenalin spiking as he sits up with a deep gasp. Looking around, his vision adjusts from his deep sleep. He then realizes the whole thing was nothing but a nightmare, as his hand rises up and he wipes the sweat from his brow.

"That dream again. Ever since my defeat I... No. No, I can't let this become a fear. I must train harder. Become even stronger than I am now."

He looks down at himself and realizes that he is covered in a cold sweat. He closes his eyes and takes a moment to gather his thoughts and calm his emotions. Wondering what he should do right now. No way is he going to be able to fall back to sleep after that just now.

"Looks like I'll be throwing in an early regiment of training for today. I didn't have many things planned for my schedule anyway."

He pulls the sheets off himself and slides off the bed and begins to stretch and flex his body out straight as he takes a deep breath, then letting out a deep sigh and relaxing as he falls forward and catches himself with his arms out, then proceeds to do push-ups until failure.

After that, he walks into his shower and takes a moment to rinse himself and brings himself into proper presentable shape. Today he decided to sport his tactical uniform of which he obtained through several successful missions, and this uniform was a gift from Queen Frieza herself.

"Think of it, as a badge of honor. You have performed at a 100% success rate so far. Thus, I give you this. It's far stronger than your normal uniforms. I don't see you ever actually needing it, so... do with it as you will."

That was a first for Vegeta. Receiving a gift from someone other than his father. For so many years he had no one to even really call a friend other than Napa. And to him, Napa was really just a mindless brute that took orders from straight down the line. In the end, Vegeta couldn't really ever trust him.

But to think, Frieza... A gift? is this thing really qualified as a gift or like Frieza said, a badge of honor. Just like any other badge. Or it could be anything he wants it to be. Trash? No, that's a waste of a perfectly good armor. Stronger than any other he has used... Then any of the other soldiers' suits?

Or perhaps these can just be used as his casual clothing? After all, he doesn't even own any normal clothes. Not that he would ever need it, but he doesn't even really know what it feels like to own something. ... Until now.

"I'll just use them as my normal clothes every now and then. I'll try to avoid in using them on the battlefield. I shouldn't risk damaging it regardless of whether or not it would damage it."

He takes the suit out from his closet and speaks.

"Lights on."

Suddenly everything is brilliantly illuminated, as Vegeta stands there in his black skin tight underwear. His eyes examining the brilliant dark shade of blood purple and black mixture of iridescent reflective one piece.

"I forgot about how this thing makes a presence. It's not just some unitard."

He feels the texture in his fingers and takes note of its gel-like feel, yet somehow when applying force it becomes rigid.

His eyes shift to the color of his chest armor. No getting around it, it's gunmetal black. It looks like it can take one hell of a beating, and keep on coming.

The gloves and boots are more tight and tactical now with straps.

"Why don't they put straps on all of the uniforms? It would be so much easier to move around in."

Before he knew it, He was fully dressed and ready. But just what was he getting at to so early first?

"I guess going to the training room to break this thing in would be a good use of my time."

Elsewhere...

Looking out into the wonders and endless space. Frieza smiles to herself.

She shifts her body ever so slightly and looks at Zara. Observing her movements and glancing at her perfect body. On many planets, the creatures always find her extremely attractive. With her fair green skin and jade hair. As well as that little gem sitting on her forehead. "A gift from my mother." That's What Zara told Frieza.

Frieza hates her guts but loves her unquestionable loyalty. And her particular talent to get things done.

Looking at her, she's a very tall woman. standing at six feet or more. Frieza doesn't know for sure since it would be silly to ask such a question. Frieza is a princess and doesn't need to worry about height issues.

Asking Zara such a thing would indicate insecurities. And that would make things a little risky. Zara is loyal, but she does have a big mouth and likes to drink and talk. That's why she's good to order around. But you can't really trust her with information.

"Oh, Frieza, guess what. Someone is finally using your gift."

Right away Frieza knows that she is speaking of Vegeta. The way she said it, the tone in her voice. She was trying to gage a reaction of some sort from her. Frieza closes her eyes and quickly process this in her mind before responding. "Cunning Zara, trying to play some unspoken game with me? I'll just remain stone-faced and play dumb."

She turns to her and opens her eyes looking straight into Zara's eyes'.

"What on earth are you talking about? What gift?"

Zara looks a little puzzled by those words. But she quickly collects her thoughts and continues.

"Remember Princess Frieza... Vegeta, and... that uniform?" as her sentence ends, her head slowly sulks down a little as Zara is looking up to Frieza at the command deck.

"Ah yes, Vegetas novel little pity suit. So he finally decided to wear the thing."

Zara bites her tongue and refuses to follow up with any sort of response right away. Wondering of what to say now that she has placed herself into this corner.

"Well Zara, what was the point of bringing this information to my attention? I was thinking about the mission and orders I shall be giving my men. You have disturbed my thought pattern and now I don't remember what my last thoughts where. I do hope you have a good reason for this?"

Now she has Zara right where she wants her. She got cocky and tried to use this against her. This might just be a game to her and it's nothing serious, but she needs to remember to behave when around others.

"Well... Frieza... It's just that... He's in the training room... and he seems to be... stronger."

"What did she say? How is that? Wait... He was on another planet and almost died. His power level was how much before?"

All these thoughts race through her mind in a matter of milliseconds. One thing is for sure, Frieza didn't become the ruler of so many planets by being dumb. She keeps her allies close, and her enemies, even closer.

Then a light moment of relief comes to her. Regardless of how strong he is, or how strong he becomes. She will always watch him, and keep him as close to her as possible. The prince of Sayans is meant to be next to a princess after all.

The irony of it is that his Princess. Is Frieza, and the prince serves the Princess. Whatever her wish is, he will grant it. Whether he likes it or not. And failure... Was never a thought... because he always was successful.

So what if he failed. So what if he got a little stronger. He still belongs to her. And is still her toy to do with as she wishes. And having him go around and beat aliens up for her with just one other Sayan, is much more preferable than having him plot against her 24/7 like he use to before she made him into a soldier.

"What training room is he in?"

Zara takes a moment to answer. Since she already knows Frieza's next move. She's going to visit him. Personally.

"He's in level 82. Sector 5G, Floor 8, Training room 5."

She turns around and balks past her little bubble car. And instead decides to walk to the Prince. After all. Royalty should speak on the same level of understanding. Even if the Sayan prince does not understand this just yet.

That's why she treats him so different from all the other servants and grunts. All the generals and others under her order. It's not out of hate. And she didn't destroy his planet out of fear or rage.

The Sayan race was simply out of control. No order, no proper focus. Not even any real education. They cause destruction everywhere they go. Like animals. No table manners or edicate of any sort to really speak of.

"If I hadn't destroyed that planet, those monkies would have flown around causing trouble for who knows how many lifetimes. Whereas what I offer, is order and peace."

*To be continued in the first chapter of Dragon Ball Zed Fan Fiction*

(So I was looking online for this type of a fanfiction and I couldn't really find one. So I decided to just start writing one myself and change things into how I feel they would be more interesting. The last picture is supposed to be Frieza's new mothership. I don't own any of the images or characters in this story. It's all just for fun. And yes, this story will be a bit more mature and carry adult themes.)