Vegeta's Female Clone: Here is yet another awesome fanfiction by the great VFC! Mwa ha ha ha ha!! (Ahem) At least I hope it will be awesome… But anyways, this is my first M rated fic! Why it is M rated, I have no idea yet… It's probably because of my sailor mouthed-ness… But anyways… here it is… hope you enjoy it! n.n;

Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I claim to own DBZ… at least not at the moment…

Oh, P.S. In case you've never read one of my stories before, I have different spellings for the different Vegetas. I guess it's so I don't get confused or so I don't confuse other people… I dunno… but anyways, the prince is VEGETA, the king is VEGITA, and the planet is VEJITA. Yeah… But anyways here's the first chappie. n.n;


The Unforgiven

Chapter 1: Memories of Heartbreak


Vegeta gazed up at his distraught father. He was seated in his throne, his elbows were propped up on his knees as he held his face in his hands. The young prince was not used to seeing his father this way, but constantly has he watched his father act in this manner ever since Frieza came… Vegeta mentally cringed at the name of the purple lizard-tyrant the Saiyans had "allied" themselves with. 'Allies… We're more like slaves…' he said to himself. The young prince of Vejita-sei immediately returned his attention to the king. "Father, is something wrong?" he asked.

The king started at the sound of his only son's young but spirited voice; he had not known his son had been in the room. He raised his head from his hands and looked to his son. "There is nothing wrong my son…" the king forced a smile but even the ten-year-old prince saw through his father's fake smile. The prince stared up at his father in slight disbelief causing the king to chuckle. "Nothing gets passed you, does it Son?" he said, smirking at the prince's persistence. "Well Son, if you must know… You remember the princess of Earth, correct?" Vegeta nodded in response. "You remember the arrangements, yes?"

Vegeta gazed down at the tiles of the floor for a moment, "You and Earth's king agreed that I would marry her when we grew older, right?"

The king nodded. "Yes…" The king sighed as he pressed his index finger against his temple. "Well, you know that the princess was ill the last time we visited Earth…" the king paused hesitantly before continuing. He could not stand the way his son was staring up at him expectantly. "The king and queen of earth contacted me only moments ago… It seems that… the illness… has claimed the princess's life…"

Vegeta silently gasped at the news of the princess's death. He tightly clenched his teeth and balled his small fists as he felt a lump forming in his throat. The princess of Earth had been the first—besides his parents—to show him kindness. Sure, there were those who showed the young prince "kindness" by bowing, tending to whatever needs he had… but they only treated him in that manner because he was a prince… However, the princess of Earth; her kindness was different… She wasn't kind to him just because he was a prince, but because he was a friend… Vegeta would look forward to going to Earth just to see her… They spent every moment they could together… Vegeta had been so cold and detached when his mother died, but the princess could easily bring out the old Vegeta in an instant. This is why Vegeta's father and the king of Earth decided that Vegeta and the princess would marry once they were old enough; because they could talk to each other, laugh together, and even comfort each other during times of hardship… The princess had been there for Vegeta when he was in a deep depression from his mother's death… and in return Vegeta cheered the princess up when her brother had not made it to birth.

'How could she be…dead…?' the young prince slowly shook his head as he once again felt that lump in his throat. His eyes burned, 'I won't cry… Not now…Not in front of Father…' Vegeta swallowed hard to prevent the tears that were stinging his eyes from falling.

"Vegeta, I know how close you and the princess were…" the king swallowed, he was obviously agonizing over the young princess's death as well. "I know how hard this is for you, my son…" The king knew that the tiny princess was the only person who could make his son happy after the boy's mother had passed away. The king also knew that the news of the princess's death was eating his son up inside…and that he was desperately trying to hold the pain inside his small body. But that is just how Vegeta is… If something upsets him he keeps it locked away inside, never showing that he is on the brink of tears or about to scream until no one is around then he secretly lets it all go. He has always been that way…

The king reached out and gently patted his young son on the shoulder. 'Only ten years old and already he has had his heart broken twice…' the king admitted sorrowfully to himself. The prince continued to stare vacantly and furiously at the tiles on the floor. The king patted his son's shoulder once more, "It's alright boy… You should retire for the night… You have been awake for a long time; it is nearly dawn…" Vegeta nodded slowly at his father's words. He was feeling rather exhausted… but how could he sleep knowing the princess was…dead?

Vegeta sighed then reluctantly turned and left his father in the throne room. The prince trudged sadly down the corridors toward his room, wearing a scowl to not allow anyone to know his true feelings. Some servants bowed to him as he passed, one even had the audacity to ask him if anything was wrong. He curtly shook his head to respond to the servant's question.

When Vegeta finally made it to his quarters, he locked the door, and collapsed onto his bed. He allowed himself to release his tears and pent up rage knowing that no one would hear him as his room was soundproof. The young prince cried out in rage and misery as he slammed his small fist into the sheets of his bed. "She shouldn't have died!" he practically screamed. Vegeta didn't think he had cried this hard when his own mother died…but the reason for that could possibly be the fact that Vegeta had only known her for about two-and-a-half years… and he had known the princess for nearly five years… Vegeta had loved her like she was a sister…and maybe even more than that…

"And now she's dead…" he whispered harshly to himself. He clenched his teeth as he scowled down at his fist. "Her… illness didn't seem that bad… I thought she would recover in less than a week…but…" tears once again built up in his eyes, "…she died three days after I last saw her…" Vegeta immediately buried his face into the sheets. He allowed himself to cry out in his rage. Eventually, the ten-year-old prince found himself sobbing her name…

"Bulma…"


Vegeta's eyes snapped open and he frantically scanned his surroundings with his dark orbs. 'Frieza's ship… I must have fallen asleep…' he explained to himself. He sighed in exasperation, 'Why the hell has that memory been plaguing me lately?! That happened nearly eight years ago…' he told himself. The strange thing was, in the dream he knew the girl's name, but once he awoke it would completely slip his mind. His scowl deepened as he remembered that he was such a weakling when he was a child… How pathetic…that he was crying for a girl…

Vegeta was pulled away from his thoughts by a very unpleasant voice…

"Ah, what have we here? A lazy Saiyan?" Vegeta glared at the speaker, Dodoria… How many times has Dodoria tortured him, beaten him down to a broken, bloody heap, insulted his race? Vegeta's greatest desire would be to make the pink alien suffer for the pain he has caused the prince…

Vegeta intensified his glare, "Fuck off Dodoria…" he spat the words as if they were poison.

"Such language… and from a prince too…" Dodoria snickered. "You'd best hold your tongue around me Vegeta… I don't take well to those who mouth off to me…"

A smirk found its way onto Vegeta's lips, "It's disgusting that you would actually think I cared… Now as I said before, Fuck. Off. Dodoria…" Only moments later Vegeta found himself suspended in the air, Dodoria's pink fingers curled tightly around the Saiyan's neck. The alien glared up at Vegeta who could do nothing but smirk, "Go ahead and kill me, Dodoria, I don't care… Free me from this hell I've been forced to live… Although I really doubt that you would have the strength to do it…" Vegeta chuckled at his own words although Dodoria's hold on him made it quite an arduous task.

A twisted smile formed upon Dodoria's lips, "No… I'd prefer it if you lived to suffer in this so-called 'hell' that you yourself have created, Vegeta…"

Vegeta's light chuckling immediately turned to laughter, "Then 'please' do…" he spat sardonically. Dodoria chuckled as he allowed Vegeta to stand on his own feet. "Now tell me why the hell you have 'graced' me with your presence, Dodoria…" Vegeta demanded, slightly rubbing his neck after Dodoria released him.

"Frieza wants to see your worthless ass…" Dodoria said, his distastefulness for the Saiyan prince returning.

Vegeta chuckled as his mind thought up something to say to that comment. "I don't know whether to feel flattered or disgusted that Frieza wishes to see my ass…" he said crossing his arms and attempting to not burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"Watch it Saiyan…" Dodoria growled. "Frieza has an… 'assignment' for you… It's quite the assignment; I said I would take it, but Lord Frieza said it was only fit for you, Monkey…"

Vegeta was now slightly intrigued. Frieza had never said an assignment was "only fit for him". "What's the assignment?" he asked.

Dodoria shook his head, "Why don't you go ask Frieza yourself?" he said as he turned on his heel and left the Saiyan.

Vegeta glared after the disgusting alien for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow then turning and heading for Frieza's "throne room".

Upon arriving, Vegeta came face-to-face with the last person he wanted to see. Zarbon…

"Vegeta, you should know better than to keep Lord Frieza waiting…" the blue skinned alien said as he picked dirt out from under his fingernails not even bothering to look at the Saiyan prince.

'Oh great… Dodoria waited to tell me that Frieza wanted to see me… just fucking great…' Vegeta sighed in irritation as he pushed his way passed Zarbon and made his way into Frieza's throne room.

The emerald haired alien glared after the prince as he strode haughtily passed him. 'Ugh… his arrogance sickens me…but I'll let it go…for now anyway…' Zarbon smiled lazily as he thought of what he would do to the Saiyan later…

"You wished to see me Lord Friez…" Vegeta trailed off once he caught sight of the girl standing between him and Frieza.


VFC: Yeah, I know this chappie's kinda short and emo…and I left it at a cliffhanger… but the next chappie is a bit longer and it actually has a little cuteness in it… n.n; Lol? N E WHO!! Please review or I KILL YOO!! Ha ha! Just kidding… but please review… Oh and I'll try not to write ridiculously long author's notes in this story… O.o; Oh and guess what? I already have the next chapter written! n.n I'll upload it next week… just to keep you in suspense 'cuz I'm evil like that!! Mwu hu ha ha ha ha ha haaa!! Creepy much, yes? O.o; I have a feeling this will not be like any of my other fics…