A/N: Hello there folks, This will be my first time writing anything for the DBZ Universe even though I've watched/loved it for years. The start is a bit strange, but I promise it will get better and things will be explained. Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any of its Characters. If I did, it would be on forever and be more Vegeta centered, lol.

Planet Cold

Many Years Ago

Pain. It was the first thing that registered as conscience was regained. A light sweat covered his pale sticky skin burning his open wounds with its salty trails. Even his own body was against him…

"Vegeta?" questioned a deep masculine voice giving the young man's frame a gentle shake. A single hiss escaped Vegeta's lips as his eyes clenched tighter together, his teeth grinding against each other in a loud fashion. He knew that voice. Both loved and loathed it at the same time, wanting to both end its stupidity and embrace its warm sense of security.

"N..Nappa?"

Was that really his voice? It sounded so broken and childish so…weak.

"Save your strength, Prince. Don't worry I'll get you out of here in no time and back to your room…" Vegeta could feel a small caring caress on his face much like a father comforting a ill or injured son. Nappa had been with him since his birth and now even during his darkest days, the bald man stayed by his side complimented and praised him when he did something right, and even lectured and corrected him on his wrongs even if it was a risk to his own well-being.

"What did those monsters do to you…"

The young prince could tell the question was not particularly directed towards him, but then again, he couldn't answer it either. Even he did not know what had been going on inside the small corner lab for the last three days. He couldn't even remember exactly how he had gotten here or how he had ended up strapped to the metal table covered in his own blood and body juices.

He could slowly feel needles being pricked from his skin. Nappa had already unstrapped him while the young prince had been deep in dizzying thought. Was it really over? No, it was never going to be over. Not as long as that ….thing still continued to breath.

"Fr..Freiza..." stuttered Vegeta before his body was racked with a terrible coughing fit. His ribs rattled and pressed against the right lung making breathing and even more difficult task. Whatever Freiza's men had set out to do by rendering him in this state, they had apparently accomplished. "Cold…"

His body temperature had dropped well below normal from his earlier massive blood loss. If Nappa didn't do something soon, the hope for their race would perish just like their planet…

Cradling the prince much like a mother would an infant, Nappa gently picked up the torn and fallen young man holding him to his muscular chest in hopes of sharing his own body warmth.

"It's okay, I promise I won't let him touch you…"

Frustration radiated from Vegeta as his eyes narrowed into a glare. Didn't Nappa know? They didn't have much time left or it was all going to be over. A complete waste of time on his part if she didn't survive…

"N..no, he has the..g..irl.."

Planet Ven

Present Day

A loud gasp escaped from his mouth as he sat up startling his resting companions. A small bead of sweat gathered at the bridge of his nose slowly dripping down as he continued to pant. He curled upon himself bringing his knees to his chest and holding his face within his palms rocking slightly in hopes of clearing his jumbled thoughts.

"Orion? Orion, are you okay?"

He could feel the warmth radiating from the other's body as it sat beside him pulling him closer into large comforting arms. Orion hated it….

"Leave me alone, Hak!" He yelled in frustration jerking away and standing. "I don't need your damn mollycoddling!"

Misplaced aggression flashed through his eyes, his fists clenching at his sides. A furry brown appendage unraveled itself from his waist twisting and flicking wildly behind him. A growl escaped from his lips as he challenged his 'opponent' to continue on this particular path. It would not end well; he would make sure of that.

"Orion, what is going with you? You've …been acting strange and now you look like you're ready to tear my throat out! What the hell is going on!?"

Hak was just as frustrated now although not angered for the same reason as the sayian. Raw energy and power crackled around his body meeting his friend's challenge head on. His light blue skin changed to a darker shade and continued to grow darker with his shifts in power.

"Nothing is going on! You just always but in! Why can't you leave me alone, huh? Why can't they…"

Anger vanished from the young man's face quickly replaced by pure anguish. Slowly, he fell back upon his knees, silent sobs wracking his frame.

"Why can't they just leave me alone, Hak? I'm not him….I didn't do any of that. Why am I paying for his mistakes? I...I don't want to remember anymore…"

Hak sighed loudly in relief glad for once that he wasn't going to have to beat sense into his overemotional friend. At least he had opened up partially…

"Hey, now, come on...don't be like that..." Hak moved towards him lifting the young man's chin forcing him to look into the other's eyes. It was hard to believe that the young man breaking down in front of him had the blood of the universes coldest killer running through his veins. When their pirating party had raided the labs of the now abandon cold, they had never expected to find a child there…much less a living one.

"You aren't him. I know that…" His hand gestured towards the others in the small group a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "They know that…You are just Orion. The annoying little brat who loves to drive us crazy…."

A small sniffle. At least he was calming down now. Hak didn't know what the dream was about, but it was something highly disturbing or…drawn out. The poor kid was just turning fifteen by normal standards and already he had the weight of fifty plus years of evil upon his shoulders.

"I look like him…"

Hak shook his head smiling once more as he helped Orion back to his feet.

"If you wanted a make-over, all you had to do was ask…."