Intro from the author: Hello, everyone! saiyajin_princess here. So, my last story, What About Bulma, got great reviews, and built up a relatively loyal fan base. And for all you WAB fans, don't worry, I won't abandon that one 'til it's done. But I got the idea for this one from one of the many times I was fantasizing about the Prince of all Saiyans, and I decided to write it, more for my own benefit than anyone elses. The main character, Skye, is essentially me. She'll look like me, react as I would in every situation, and will love Vegeta just as much as I do. [giggle]

This story takes place in a timeline that never happened, where Planet Vegeta was never destroyed, and Frieza doesn't exist, though Kakarot was still sent to Earth, and he still hit his head, and all the events of Dragon Ball still happened.

Since Vegeta wasn't tormented by Frieza, he's not quite as arrogant, and jerky as the Prince we know, and love. But he's still a Saiyan, and King Vegeta is still his father, so he's not too different. He's twenty at the beginning of this. Anyways, here it is: Chapter One of Reach For The Skye.

Vegeta stood smirking, his arms crossed over his chest, as he stared at the Saiyan in front of him. The so-called warrior lay on the ground, curled up on his side, silently begging the Prince to spare his pathetic life.

"You were a fool to challenge me, Kale. You really thought you, a low class warrior, could defeat the Prince of All Saiyans?" Vegeta shook his head and sickered. "Fine, I'll let you live. But let this be a warning to you, and all the other weaklings on this planet; do NOT fuck with the Prince!"

Kale shook, and tried to choke out something that one could only assume was thank you. Vegeta shook his head, still smirking, and kicked the low-class in the stomach once more. He heard a choking sound, followed by a gasp, and he walked away. He couldn't believe, after all this time, that the inhabitants of Planet Vegeta still thought they stood a chance against him. Since he was five years old, he could kill anyone that dared cross him, and usually he did. But, since he was in a good mood, he figured he'd be merciful.

Today there was an extra bounce in Vegeta's step, a genuine happiness in his charactaristic smirk, and he wondered if his hair may have been standing up even straighter than usual. He was going out tonight to destroy a planet... for the first time in what had to be six months. And he was excited.

He walked to his Pod, and nodded to the soldier manding the controls. The Prince handed him a slip of paper with his assignment written on it. Upon reading the coordinates, the soldier looked to him with wide eyes.

"Are... are you sure this is right?" he asked, obviously skeptical. Vegeta glared at him.

"Of course it's right!" The incompitance of his race aggravated him. But he sighed, and cooled his temper. "My Father gave this assignment to me, specifically. He felt that I was the only one on this Planet who could handle it. Now, I would like to go to this planet and destroy it. Thank you." He took a deep breath, slid into his Pod and shut the door. Through the red glass, he saw the Saiyan staring at the coordinates, mouth agape. Vegeta groned, and rested his head in his hand. Finally, the Pod bagan to move, and he was on the way to Planet Oceana.

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Skye sat in the throne room, utterly bored with everything going on around her. Her Father sat to her right, and he looked equally as bored. A tall, brown-haired Oceanic with peircing green eyes kneeled at her feet, and stared at her, awaiting a response to a question she hadn't heard. She blinked a few times, then shook her head and said:

"Uh, sorry, what?" The male smiled at her

"I said I would like to take you out tonight, perhaps go for a walk along the boardwalk or..." She tuned him out again, and threw her father a glance that meant something along the lines of I am seriously disinterested.

"So," the want-to-be suitor began. "What do you say, Princess?" He looked so hopeful, and rejecting him kind of saddened her.

"Ryver," her father started. His voice was full of sympathy, but his tone was still official. "My daughter is not interested at this time." Skye watched Ryver's eyes drop.

"Of course, your highness. I apologize. Thank you for your time." He sounded disappointed.

"I'm sorry, Ryver. I'm just not ready right now." The always compassionate princess told him, offering him a small smile. She looked around him at the long line of males wanting to be with her. "Believe me, you aren't the only one I'll be turning down today" He looked up into her eyes, and nodded.

"Thank you, Princess Skye." He took her hand and kissed the top of her knuckles.

"You are dismissed" Skye and The King said in unison. She watched remorsfully as he walked away, and another male kneeled at her feet. He was a fat, balding Oceanic. His eyes looked dazed, and his clothes were dirty. She sighed heavily, and ran a hand through her firey hair.

"I'm sorry, but the Princess isn't interested" her father told him, needing no encouragement from her. She turned to him, and mouthed thank you. The fat male waddled away, and she decided she'd had enough of this for today.

"Daddy" she said. "I need to go out" He nodded.

"Come back before dark, honey." She agreed, kissed him on the cheek, and ran to the door.

A/N: Okay, so the first chapter is short. But I couldn't have all kinds of good stuff in Chapter One. Come back for more, I'll update soon. Thanks :)