A praying Saiyan

Hearing his door open, Vegeta bolted upright, fear engulfed onyx eyes as Zarbon uttered the words "Lord Freiza wanted to you, Monkey." he didn't answer as he was roughly grabbed by his arm and dragged out, looking back at the only thing close to a bed provided by the tyrant himself. Entering Freiza's throne room, the prince gulped at the cream floors, the same floors he laid on in agony in his own blood. Luckily, he had a view of his home and Nappa by his side, no matter how stupid he could be. He snapped his eyes up at the intergalactic being who took over his planet, as he said "Prince of all saiyans, how delightfully absurd. Now, monkey, Jeice told me you succeeded in punching his nose and making it gush. You know the penalty of disobeying your superiors, don't you?"

Vegeta nodded slightly as Freiza nimbly landed a few feet away from him, his eyes widened at the sharp pain of energy that was morphed into a sword. He thought 'This is worse than the whip. No, I will not break, I will not let him control me. For my father and my race!' he heard Freiza's sinister voice now muffled from the blood seeping through his ears say "Give him two minutes in the healing pod, then put him back in his sleeping quarters."

Vegeta laid on his cot, a fourth of his wounds reopening, he grimaced slightly. He sat up and whispered "Dear Kai, hear me as I ask for you to protect me of the impending doom that is that no good, dirty, rotten Freiza." his nose wrinkled at the increasing smell of his cot as if people had been using it for a bathroom. He let out a small sigh as he laid back down, and shut his eyes. He opened them back up and turned, saying "Nappa, what are doing?"

Nappa looked at the prince and replied "Eating a Butterfinger, want one?" he growled and shook his head, so this was his guardian, a Butterfinger eating imbecile. He looked at his planet and a smile crept across his face, he missed his father and mother and sometimes his brother. Yet, he was stuck here, unfortunately his father never told him why. But, of course, something like this would be hard to explain to an eight year old. He thought as he drifted off to sleep 'I may be beaten, but I'm not broken. At least I still have my home.'

A/N: This actually my first DBZ fic, so I'm practically ecstatic. Review please.