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"If they every tell my story, let them say I walked with giants. Men rise and fall like the sun and the moon. But these names will never die. Let them say I lived in the time of Vegeta, King of all Saiyans."
The Legend of Vegeta Part One
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The Saiyans of plant Salada gathered at the great plateau of the Western Tribe. As the sun rose in the west, the tribe of the west; one of the largest tribes on the planet, led by their Warlord Zuchin. They stood under the light of the sun, ready for battle, to defend their lands from the invading coalition of Saiyans.
As the sun broke the clouds, the leader of the invading tribe stepped forward, his long black hair, peppered with greying strands at the hairline, held up his armored hand. Using Ki, he floated upwards, the wind billowing his purple cape. Showing himself to Zuchin.
The defending lord followed in suit. Slowly, with a supporter each behind at a distance, the two leaders came to the center of the plateau. Both males stood with hands on their weapons, Ki spiked, ready for anything while their supporters flew above squaring off, ready to defend their lords.
"Good day for a war." The invading male said as he looked at the sky, "Blood will stain the land for weeks to come."
"You have no cause to invade my tribal lands, Pepanos." Zuchin warned as he pulled his helmet from his head, his dark locks falling into his dark gaze, "You have a kingdom of your own."
"I like your lands," Pepanos laughed, wrapping his arms over his chest, rocking back on his heels as his tail came undone from around his waist, "I like your men too."
"They'll never fight for you."
"That's what the southern tribes said, and the northern tribes before I unified them. Many lords stood before me as you do and claimed I would not take their men. I have. Look behind me, Zuchin, over 5,000 Saiyans united under my rule stand at the gates of your land. I will have it."
"You can't have the whole planet for your own. It's too large."
"I'm tired," Pepanos smirked, "Look at me," he motioned with his hand to his face, "I have been fighting for nearly 70 years, since I was a boy at my father's side. Before I die, I will be King of all of the Saiyans. Keep your lands, but you and your men will come to me whenever I call. Many things are changing in the universe, there are other powers that could threaten our race. So here is how we do this, I'd hate to lose good men; your best fighter against mine. Winner take all."
"When I win, you forget my tribe. We will not be slaves to your ideals of an untied planet. Even if you could find the lost tribe, you will never have the allegiance of all the Saiyans."
"We'll see."
Pivoting Zuchin screamed out, "Parsnippas!"
The Saiyans cheered, raising their swords and shields in excitement as the largest of them pushed from the crowd. A hulk of a male, well over normal height, built like a god, wide and bulky. Removed of all armor save for armguards and shin braces. He stood proudly, showing off the scars littering this chest and face. Clean of hair and dark eyes.
Pepanos smirked and called forth his champion, "Vegeta!" When no one cheered and instead chuckled from the silence, the king pivoted and growled, "Vegeta!" when the male did not make himself known, the king cursed him.
Tossing back his head, Zuchin laughed happily at the missing warrior. "Most men piss their armor and cry for their mother's tit at the sight of Parsnippas."
"Careful who you insult! Even the god of war would strike you down if you say it again."
"If this Vegeta is so respected, why is he hiding?"
"My lord!" a soldier flew forward, dropping to his knee, "Vegeta is not with his men."
"Where is he?"
"I sent a boy to find him."
"Get him here!" the king roared, "I'll be damned if he costs me this tribe."
"Then please, gods, keep him away." Zuchin laughed in defiance as he flew back to his side of the upland.
The boy sent to find the warrior Vegeta was a young one of less than ten years old. He flew until his body could not manage the distance. He ran the rest of the way to the encampments where they had slept the night before. He knew of Vegeta of the Iron Island, a Sealord, blessed by the gods in prowess and strength. His Iron Born men had come to the battle, but none dared to bring their lord.
Their tents lay under their banner, the red symbol of a grand ship and three sails against the black color of death and night. Three power signatures lay in the center tent. Slowly the boy entered the darkened area. Snoring filled his ears as his eyes adjusted in the darkness. He found the Sealord laying in a bed of skins and furs. Naked with two females on either side of him.
The boy knew better than to approach a male with such a power, especially when bedded down in slumber with bedmates. But the king waited, and he did not wish to be killed for failing to bring the Sealord. Swallowing his fear as he approached, the male's face was turned away, his power choking the boy. He reached out.
Before he could touch the shoulder of Vegeta, the males hand shot out and gripped his throat in a crushing grip. Sitting up, the male looked directly into the child eyes with a hazy glare. Clawing at his large hand the child's fear flavored their air. The females both awoke from sleep as well.
"What?" Vegeta demanded as he threw the boy away.
Coughing as he fell to his knees, the boy looked away, "King Pepanos sent me." he squealed.
Vegeta, Sealord of the Iron Islands scoffed as he lay back down into the arms of his bedmates. One kissed his cheek as the other snuggled into the side of his chest. "I will speak with your king in the morning." The darker skinned female wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him towards her, kissing his lips, demanding attention from him.
Smirking into her kiss, he brought her astride his lap. The boy had not left and yet shuttered before his bed. Her hands threaded into his long spiky hair as she sat onto his lap, her tail pushing the other female out of the way as she greedily sought his affection.
"But my lord…" the child dropped his forehead to the ground, "It is morning!"
His stomach dropped, pushing the darker female away, he peered towards the opening of his dwelling, sure enough, the sun peered through. Throwing the female off his lap and pushing the other who sough his chest with her hands, he growled and stood.
"They are waiting for you at the front."
Cursing, Vegeta went to his armor and dressed. The females tried to entice him back to bed. Showing off the pleasure skills most warrior females did not possess, caressing each other as lovers. Instead he turned his mind from the pleasures of the body to the pleasure of war. Taking a tankard of wine, he washed his mouth and wet his tongue before gathering his sword and sheild, along with his helmet.
The boy followed as he tied his armguards.
"Are your legends true? Is it true you were blessed by the gods? They say you can't be killed." His wide eyes looked upon him in the daylight.
Smirking, the medium height Vegeta tightened the laces on his forearm, "I wouldn't be bothering with a sheild and armor, then would I?" looking down at the boy he asked, "What is your name?"
"Paragus, milord." The boy held his head high, "Son of Broly." Vegeta nodded, having never heard of the father, but instead of mocking the Saiyan without a legend, he gave the boy a moment of pride. But then the color dropped from his face, "The Saiyan you are fighting, he is the largest male I have ever seen. I wouldn't want to fight him."
Raising his sheild over his shoulder, Vegeta smirked and placed his hand on the boy's shoulder. He was too young for the desires of war to ignite his blood, but that apprehensiveness would poison his Saiyan drive for battle and make him a coward.
"That is why no one will remember your name." he said before flying upwards.
Taking a moment to stretch his tired limbs he spied the gathering of flying craft on the outskirts of the camp, beyond that, the river and the sea ships he and his fellow islanders sailed. He had no use of flying craft. As a skilled Sealord of the Iron Islands he need only open the sails and his ship would fly with the wind. The sun warmed his medium colored skin as his body came to life.
Sensing the power signatures of the massive Saiyan army collected by Pepanos and the defending army of the western tribes, Vegeta headed towards the battlefield. He cared not for Pepanos, would have never followed him blindly. Yet a vow from one's father could not be broken. His father, Vegeta second of his name bent the knee to Pepanos when the southern tribes fell. Many of the Iron born were children, not yet battle ready. Rather than losing in combat and keeping his realm safe, the second Vegeta vowed loyalty. Now his son, the third Vegeta must uphold his father's promise.
He did not have to serve Pepanos, only come when called so his islands and all his tribe would continue to live. He is Chief of the Iron Born, Pepanos can have the planet, call himself the King of Kings and King of Planet Salada. The Iron Born and the other Sealords across the southern realm would follow Vegeta because of honor not conquest. If Pepanos realized his dream, he would die soon after. No one man could control a whole race like the Saiyans. Only the gods could.
The army came into view, all sensed his presence coming towards them. For there is none like Vegeta. No one matches his strength, power, or abilities. Vegeta may be third of his name, but there is only one Vegeta in this generation that make males quake in his presence or melts the cunts of all females who get a whiff of his musk. No warlord or king matching him. None shall ever. The massive army cheered his name. His name, not the so-called king of kings. Landing at the front, he locked eyes with the beast of a man the child was scared to fight. Three heads taller than Vegeta, possibly four times his weight. Bulkier than him, but not stronger. Already his power level had already reached its peak, it didn't even match his own.
For all his muscles and might, he was a weakling.
"Should we start our war tomorrow?" Pepanos mocked as Vegeta strode forward. "You stink of wine! I should have you whipped for disobedience."
Cocking his head to the side, he stared the king down, "Perhaps you should fight him?" scoffing as the king's color dropped at such a question, Vegeta turned to walk away.
"Vegeta!" the king growled, "Vegeta," Pepanos stood in his path once again, "Look at the men, they are tired. Let them go home to their females and children. Leave the fighting to real Saiyans, you can end this with a swing of your sword or blast of your Ki, think of the songs that will be written of this victory."
Smirking he stared into the dark eyes of Pepanos before unslinging his dark sheild. "Imagine a king that fights his own battles!" he scoffed, "Wouldn't that be a sight, Pepanos."
Heading towards battle, he heard the king whisper to his comrade, "Of all the warlords blessed by the gods. I hate him the most."
Unsheathing his sword, his full attention was on the man he was to kill. The brute raised his arms and roared, his tail swishing around in delight. His army cheered at his back. They thought a smaller male would be no match for this hulk. However, being smaller always had it's advantages.
At the same time, they rushed each other in flight. The larger sending out two larger Ki blasts, Vegeta easily evaded, using his sheild to bock the dagger thrown in their shadow. Tossing his sheild down he focused a precise amount of Ki into his hand and then surround his blade. Flying faster than the hulk he raised his sword and sliced from hip to shoulder in one even movement. Passing the brute with a smirk.
The other make paused and then let out a startled gasp. The scent of fresh blood permeated the air as the male's body separate in two perfect section. Falling to the dark stone top of the upland. The defenders went silent as the army at his back cheered his name. Raising their swords in unison.
Landing before the Western Tribe, Vegeta looked into each of the male's eyes, his heart pounding, his desire to do battle raging. His blood boiled as his senses ricocheted into gear at the scent of blood and feeling of victory. "Is there no one else?" he asked the army before him. Raising his arms in challenge, "Is there no one else?"
Cowards.
None moved to challenge him.
The only man brave enough to step forward was the chief, marked with a white bone staff in his hand. He looked down at the smaller and younger male in surprise. "Who are you?"
Head up and chest puffed out he proudly said, "Vegeta, third of his name, son of Vegeta of the Iron Island,"
"Vegeta, I will remember your name." He bowed his head before offering a staff, "The chief of my tribe carries this staff, give it to your king."
Hissing, Vegeta turned his back of Zuchin, "He's not my king."
Returning to his men, Vegeta scoffed as Zuchin gave his staff to Pepanos in a dull ceremony. The Western Tribes bent the knee to the king, proclaiming him their master. Vegeta did not even bow as the whole of the united army did. Instead he turned and started to walk away from the sight. He would return to the Iron Islands in the coming days, and hopefully never to do battle as Pepanos' slave again.
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Many months passed after the battle to subdue the Western Tribes. Pepanos called for the Iron born once again to attend him in the great palace of the Eastern Kingdom, but Vegeta did not go when called. He took great pleasure in defying the king. Many of the Sealords of the South and to the West followed in suit, sending only apologies for their absences. They had the winter months to plan for and the summer crop to harvest. The migration of the sea mammals, their only source of food was their calling. While such things could be forgiven, Vegeta offered no explanation nor message. He simply didn't want to go, and took pride and pleasure in angering the king. Instead he looked to the training of his cousin. Tarble, son of his father's brother. His uncle died long before Tarble was capable of flight, so Vegeta took it upon himself to rear up the boy. Now a young man and his heir to the Chieftain.
In his twentieth year of life, Tarble resembled his mother, delicate in features, but Vegeta saw that only his face remained as such. Running the boy into the ground with training. He was almost ready for his first war. His power level could use some growth, but he was skilled with the sword and sheild. Today was one of the days Vegeta took his cousin into the high stone hills, to practice amongst the ruins of what had been a temple to the gods. There they could train without interference or distraction.
Weighted down with bands around his waist, Tarble was slower, easier to have delight with. Running about the ruins they mock played with the same wooden swords their ancestors trained with. The same swords their fathers learned on.
Pinning Tarble down, sword at the neck, he smirked, "Never hesitate!" backing away he goaded Tarble to attack.
Changing sword hands to the left, he japed the boy in the gut. Tarble grimaced, "You said never to change sword hands."
"Only once you know how to use it, by then you won't be taking my orders."
"Why must we use wooden swords?" Tarble asked as they sparred amongst the ruins, jumping from stone to stone, testing agility.
"I don't want to scar that pretty face before you've managed to seduce your first female!" Vegeta mocked at the youthful beauty of his cousin. Pushing him backwards and then shooting off a series of small Ki blasts for the boy to evade, "You shouldn't always rely on your sword, the gods did not bless us with Ki for us not to use it."
Under the cover of the blast, the boy advanced and managed to place a hit on the side of Vegeta's neck, "Scared?" he asked with a smile.
Chuckling, "Terrified." He answered before pivoting and kicking him in the gut, jumping above he blasted him with Ki once more, to see his cousin had used his assault as a distraction. Appearing at his side, trying to use his own blast, but was countered with a jab to the throat.
Just as they were about to continue, Vegeta sensed a new presence. Someone he knew very well. Hands at one side, he gathered his Ki into his signature move, the galick gun, and shot out with both wrists together at the approaching Saiyan.
"Vegeta!" the dark haired Saiyan laughed as he deflects the Ki blast into the rocks. He came down from his flight pattern and landed. Dressed down in simple furs rather than armor. He was not here to fight, never was whenever Vegeta saw him.
Pushing his cousin away, Vegeta stepped forward and smirked, "Cabua, King of the Eastern Plains Tribe." When his cousin continued to attack, Vegeta easily deflected his sword and took his arm. Bending his wrist to the near breaking point he forced the younger male forward, practice sword pressing at his neck. Presenting him to Cabua, "Tarble, my cousin."
Dropping Tarble's hand the young male sprang forward and bowed in respect to Cabua. Cabua placed his hand on the side of Tarble's arm, "I knew your parents well, Tarble, the worst of enemies and the best of comrades. I miss our battles." Vegeta smirked as he drank from a skin to wet his tongue, "But now you have this one looking after you, learning from the great Sealord himself, kings would kill his enemies for the honor."
Smirking, Vegeta pushed Tarble away, "Sing your venom tipped songs to me, not my cousin." He knew Cabua well, his silver tongue would soon ask Tarble to fight under his banner.
Laughing, the visiting chief relaxed, "You have your battle tactics I have my songs. We all must play to our strengths."
"You're here on behalf of Pepanos."
"We need to talk."
Tarble followed at a distance as Vegeta walked with Cabua. They looked out into the vast blue seas under the control and dominance of Vegeta. Below the tribesmen sailed out into the low tides to fish for the night meal in the grand hall. At the base of the far range cliffs a group of young ones play fought in the sands. Young females learned at their mother's sides how to make netting for the males. Out of all the tribes of the Saiyans, the island tribes are ranked lowest, despite producing powerful warriors, they need to work to live. Their islands do not have abundant animals to hunt and eat, therefor the tradition of fishing and prowling the seas for larger creatures has been passed down from generation to generation.
He may be a powerful warrior, but living amongst his tribe, protecting them, is his main priority. Even though his soul longs for glory in battle. To have his name remembered alongside the legends of his father and grandfather.
Cabua came on behalf of Pepanos, it was rumored from the main lands that after taking the seat of the west, he pillaged the temple of the goddess of wisdom. An ancient text spoke of the missing tribe and where they hide. The Misty Islands and the ancient tribe it protects, despite being islanders, are not the same as his tribe. They are an enigma, a set of their own. Stories sung to frighten children remained long after the tribe disappeared. With one touch of their hand, a Saiyans powers and Ki could vanish. Making a soldier easier to kill.
"I know what you have come to say." Vegeta leaned against the retaining wall, wrapping his arms over his chest, "I will not fight for him again. The Saiyans of the Misty Islands cannot be overtaken. I don't care if he found their lost lands in an ancient book."
"I am not asking you to fight for him, I am asking you to fight for the Saiyan race, united as one. No more squabbling tribes."
"We will still be fighting each other. Besides, what business of this is mine?"
"Your business is war, as was your father's, and his father before him. Born into a famous family of powerful warriors. Songs are still sung in honor of Vegeta first of his name. Now your legend rivals even his."
"My father and grandfather are remembered for their greatness, for battles won as Sealords. Pepanos is a tyrant and will lead an untied Saiyan race into ruin for his ambition. I am the third of my name, I will not be remembered as this tyrant's mercenary."
"You can fight for honor, Vegeta, let Pepanos fight for power, and let the gods decide which male to glorify."
Tarble blasted forward, fists flying, enjoyment in his smile as he took the distracted Vegeta as an open Target. Flying upwards he fought back, not bothering to pull his strength back.
Cabua laughed and continued to speak, yelling up to Vegeta as he and Tarble sparred, "Forget Pepanos," He laughed, "Fight with me? My mate will rest easier knowing the mighty Vegeta is at my side. I will feel much better seeing your banner beside my own."
Hit in the head, partially stunned, Tarble fell to the ground. Rubbing his head, he turned towards the visiting lord, "Is Napa fighting?" Tarble asked. "They say he can fell a tree with one stroke of his sword."
Vegeta took the moment of Tarble's childish curiosity and disarmed him, hitting him with a near gentle Ki blast, sending him flying into the rubble.
"He is strong." Cabua laughed as Vegeta rejoined him, still holding the practice sword while Tarble's lay in the rubble as the younger male soothed his bruised pride. "Reminds me greatly of his father."
"He still has many years before he is ready to fight." Smirking, Vegeta regarded his friend, "I still will not go."
"We are sailing the largest fleet to ever sail under one banner to the Misty Islands 10,000 ships. The islands are so isolated there is no place to house our men. This form of battle suits your men, men of the sea. The ships of your ancestors are equaled by none in the main lands. If you do not sail, the other Sealords will not. We need your expertise, Vegeta."
"The Saiyans of the Misty Islands isolated themselves for a reason, Cabua. They are far greater than Sealords or any Warlords. We lost them because our ancestors would rather forget them than fight them. The legends say their city walls cannot be breached. We should honor that decision rather than seek them out."
Weak, ready for a hot meal and rest, Tarble approached, holding his wrist, flexing it gentle. "Are they as powerful as the legends say? The mountains which they live under give them extraordinary strength and powers. That they are giants? Is it true they even have control of their Great Apes?"
"The best, maybe of all the Saiyans. It would be a real chance to test our strength, to see of the legends stand up to fact." Vegeta smirked at his words, knowing he was goading him to come, just to prove he was the greatest warrior. His mind rallied, he should stay. However, his desire to gain glory in battle sang in his heart. Cabua changed tactics and touched Tarble's shoulder, "Even if your cousin doesn't come, I could use a strong arm like yours at my side, Tarble."
"He is not going anywhere." Vegeta warned, pushing Cabua's hand away and stepping in front of his cousin. "You know how to see yourself off my island."
Cabua laughed at his dismissal, "Rumors of your hospitality are becoming legendary, Vegeta, I pray you know that." Stepping away, "We sail in three days." He started up the path before pivoting, "This war to unify our race will never be forgotten, nor will the soldiers who fight in it. Songs will be sung for one thousand years, Vegeta, maybe longer."
Vegeta stood with Tarble as they watch Cabua fly off, returning to the flying craft he had flown in on. Sharing the skin of wine, they spoke more of this war to come. Like any other untested male, Tarble wanted to fight and prove his manhood. He repeatedly asked Vegeta to reconsider, to take not only their men, but to take him.
"I am ready, cousin."
"Ready?" Vegeta laughed, gripping the back of his cousin's head, pulling him close so he may speak directly without any discrepancy, "I spy not even a hair on your face nor chest, you have not even been in the bed of a female and felt the warmth of pleasure. Yet you are ready to die in battle?"
"If I must."
Slapping the back of his idiotic head, Vegeta rolled his eyes, "Are you loyal to me or to Pepanos?"
"You, cousin."
Shoving him away, Vegeta snarled. "You will be ready when I say you are."
"I am not a whelpling, cousin."
"You do as I say." He warned agin before walking off. "When you are Sealord you will understand why I hold you back, when you train your own heir, you will understand."
Walking down into his village, Vegeta's heart sang. Blood boiling. Desire for battle unfettered. Killing the brute from the west did not quench his thrits. Battle is what warriros like him are born for. He was born to rank higher in the army than any Sealord before him. He was born to continue the legend that is of the House Vegeta. A testament to his father and grandfather.
He found himself headed towards the beach as the fishermen pulled their long ships into the cove. They rejoiced in the hefty catch of the day. His people would eat well tonight. He would see that the pots of the widows and orphans are filled before he eats for himself. As is his duty as Sealord.
Beyond the cove lay the tidepools. A single female waded in the waters captured by the rocks. He knew her well. Going to her, he knew his fretted would end once her words are spoken.
Dressed in light skins, her long black smooth hair piled high atop her head, fitted with pins made of bone, she reached into the water and gathered items. He watched her for a long while. Just being near her calmed him. Mothers often do that for their children.
Quasha, his father's widow, hummed to herself as she searched for white seashells. Known throughout the southern islands as a great prophetess. The gods whisper tidings and fortunes in her dreams. She often spouts divinations long before they are to come true. In her youth she dreamt of a Sealord, attacking her island atop his mast, energy blast firing into the sky. She trained for years until that day came. When the arrived, she was ready. Battling the Sealord herself, scaring his left eye. Yet when the moment to strike him down into the afterlife, she hesitated. He attacked and knocked her out. She awoke on his ship bound for the Iron Islands and found herself his mate.
She thought her vision would be destruction, instead it brought her islands allies and herself a worthy mate. His father Vegeta second of his name was a great leader, a commander above all others.
Stepping to join his mother, he listened to the songs he once slept too in her arms as a child. "Mother,"
"I knew they would come for you, Vegeta." His mother spoke gently as she stood from the gentle rocking of the water, pulling a shell into the sunlight, watching it shimmer in her hands, "I knew they would come for you. Long before you were born. Your father knew it too." She turned towards him, "They want you to fight." She looked at his solemn expression and her smiled returned, "I am making you another necklace, like the ones I made you as a boy."
"I need your council, mother." He sighed, as he stood in the stillness of the tidepool. "Tonight, I decide."
Stepping towards her only child, Quasha reached out and touched the side of his angular face, her eyes imagining his life, "If you say on our islands, you will find peace in times of war. You will find a wonderful mate; she will give you sons and daughters. They will have children, and they will love you. When you are gone, they will remember you." Her motherly smiles turned to sadness, for her knew the real part of the life that he would live that would hurt his ambition, "But when your children are dead, and theirs after them, your name will be forgotten. If you go with the army, if you conquer the Misty Islands, glory will be yours. Stories will be written about you for thousands of years; your name will be legendary—the universe will remember your name. But if you go, I shall never see you again, for your glory walks hand in hand with your death."
"You know this to be true mother?"
"I know this, my son; you will never come home. Our people, the Saiyan Race, will never be as they once were after this war."
Taking in a single deep breath, Vegeta looked out into the setting sun, watching as the wave turned dark on the horizon. He then turned to his islands, his tribe. Could he sacrifice his glory to live a life of nothingness? Could he give up the legends of Vegeta? If he goes, could he leave his people, his mother, his home and never return? What is the meaning of a Saiyan warrior's life if there is no glory?
Sensing his troubles, Quasha kissed the side of his cheek before wading deeper into the waters, "When you were born, I knew you would leave me. Wherever you go, I will always be your mother and you my greatest achievement. I prayed this day would never come. I watched your father sail away to his death because it was the will of the gods. But I have not the heart to watch my only son do the same."
"I am a warrior mother, my blood sings for glory in battle. I desire nothing more."
"The gods have blessed you my son, whichever destiny you choose is your own. Whatever battle you choose is yours to fight." Gently she smiled, "This war will happen with or without you."
"Thank you, mother." Bowing at the waist he walked away. Knowing his choice.
Glory.
To be Continued...Review and tell me what you think!
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Okay to clear some things up, yes, I know I have not been active in the last few years and have many fictions to finish up. I would like to take the time to say I wrote this a few years ago and have now decided to upload. Thank you all, if you saw this in your email and got all happy to see something from me again and clicked right away, your support his wonderful.
So, I know DBZ fiction is really out there from my usual Naruto stuff. However, Vegeta is absolutely my favorite anime character EVER. I studied Greek and Roman history in Uni, so because the Saiyans are a near Spartan like race, I worked my favorite parts of the Iliad and the Odyssey into this story. This is a legendary Homeric story of King Vegeta taking place on the Saiyan's home world Planet Salada before evacuating to Planet Plant (to be conquered and renamed Vegeta)
Known as Vegeta third of his name (Vegeta III) he is a chief of a tribe of Saiyans known as islanders. I am imaging Planet Salada much like our own planet with main lands and groups of islands. Despite being from what I call the south, imagine Vegeta III and his people like the Vikings. Long ships, shields, and a lot of rowing.
Vegeta is the son of Vegeta II and Quasha, cousin to Tarble (Yes, I know, he names his younger son after his cousin) I am trying to keep with the naming traditions of the anime, but there are only so many veggies that I can make into actual cool sounding names.
Vegeta is about 30+ years old, keeping in mind the Saiyans age very slowly.
The man in charge is Pepanos (Pepper lol) he is trying to conqueror all of the Saiyans on Planet Salada, he has nearly all of it, save for the lost tribe of the Misty Islands who are supposed to be some badass warriors that are near myth to the Saiyans of the main lands. By conquering them, he now has control over all the Saiyans on Salada and therefor will be King of Kings and of the Race. But wait…isn't that our guy King Vegeta?
This is the legend of how a Sealord becomes king of an entire peoples