Foreword: This is the first fiction I've ever written with the intention in mind to post it, and I'd really like to see some feedback. Preferably positive, but if you don't like it, tell me why rather than just say you don't like it, hopefully next time I can get it better and you'll like it more.
I'd like to thank Dark Hope Assassin for her inspirational and encouraging comments, she really is the reason I started writing this fiction so thank her if you like it! - Thanks again Hope-chan for those words, hopefully we'll talk soon!
Disclaimer: This is the first time I've done this (I'm quite nervous actually) but, all of the characters that have appeared thus far were created by and are owned by Toriyama-Sama (Please all remember to thank him when you get the chance!). I take no credit for them and I'm not making any kind of gain from writing this (except perhaps for knowing that somebody might read it and enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it).So without further ado, I present you with Fated Alliance! Enjoy! -
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Chapter One: Legendary"Mercy! Grant me mercy I beg of you!" Came the wretched begging of the filthy creature under his boot. He sneered outwardly at this filthy ball of slime as its blood dripped from his already well stained gloves.
"Not on your life…" He shot back with an icy edge as his already soiled boot trampled the crippled creature's skull. Deathly silence followed after the sickening crack.
"Nappa!" His voice boomed with obvious irritation. The towering bald man just in front of him came darting back similarly blood cloaked. Nappa bowed down before his Prince, right hand across his chest and his head obediently down, observing his feet.
"Even these more powerful grunts are no match for us Vegeta. Radditz reports confirm what we see before us." His low voice boomed out in the dark chamber.
Vegeta did nothing more than grunt and moved quickly past the Elite warrior, annoyed that his men were showing signs of arrogance after swatting some annoying flies. They hadn't even reached Dodoria and Zarbon yet. Although he had only served under the lizard for several months since his Father's disgraceful decision, he had learned that none of them were to be under-estimated. Then again, nor was he.
The youthful Prince's short thirteen years had proven this. He had constantly risen to his elder's expectations and then totally blown them away by further surpassing everything and everyone they had thrown before him. Even now, he was the most powerful Saiyan on, or off, the planet, far stronger than even his Father was. He grinned confidently with that last thought.
He suddenly became aware that Nappa was following him again, his royal guard only inches behind his billowing cape. Why he needed a guard was mystifying, let alone two guards who were both pitifully weak compared to him. Although, to their credit, both warriors were exceptionally powerful on their planet, especially Radditz when considering his third class status.
Vegeta had known from the offset of Frieza's intentions. The feminine bastard was deathly scared of the Saiyans. His scribes had heard of the Legendary and quickly informed him what could potentially be a great threat. It was then of course that Frieza swooped in, approaching King Vegeta requesting his strongest warrior to serve as one of his first lieutenants.
King Vegeta had given his only child and heir away without a thought, or so it had seemed to the young Prince. He protested outright of course. His pride and heritage would have allowed no other way. This only served to further increase Frieza's wanting of him. As much as it pained him to admit it, Vegeta instantly became the foul creature's favourite. As a result the jealous Zarbon constantly hazed him and on several occasions the two had fought, Vegeta soundly beating the crap out of the girlie spice boy of course.
That was when "Veggie" as he was disgustingly named learned the wrath of Frieza. His sickening torture only served to fuel Vegeta's power though. The rage he felt toward his 'Master' and the subsequent beatings he received dragged his power level up forcefully, and Vegeta was more than welcoming to the power coursing through his veins!
Vegeta had long since thrown away his scouter and learned a trick his master hadn't. He could sense the very energy that made up a being, even in cases when that energy was being suppressed, held back if you will, to see the very limits of a person's power. He knew very well that if allowed to fully power up, he'd be no match for Frieza, but as it stood now, if Vegeta didn't allow the lizard the time to reach his optimum state and attacked first, he could easily defeat him. This however was the coward's way out. Despite the urgings from the allies he'd built up, mostly consisting of Frieza's enemies, the Saiyan Prince's blood lust and pride would only be quenched when he defeated his greatest rival in equal combat and thus proving that he was the strongest warrior.
But it was now or never. Vegeta had pussyfooted around his master for far too long. The time to strike was now! If he allowed the tyrant to live any longer, then his home world would likely be destroyed through Frieza's fear of the Legendary. Little did he, or even Vegeta himself, know how close they were both coming to that Legend.
Vegeta was quickly pulled from his wandering thoughts as several energy blasts headed directly at his face. He quickly slapped them away and darted forward to meet his attacker…or attackers as the case may be. Those attacks were definitely aimed and substantially powerful enough to kill.
"Nappa! Watch the back! And get that fool Radditz over here now!" He snarled his voice already low and loud, despite his young age. Nappa, following his Prince's commands first sent several blasts of his own quickly forward so that Vegeta could follow after them.
The corridor opened up into a room filled with weak henchmen. Vegeta recognised the disgusting presence of Kiwi and Dodoria amongst them. Several at the front were instantly dispatched through Nappa's covering blast and the rest fell quickly by Vegeta's own hand.
"Look, he isn't wearing his scouter, there's no way for him to track us!" Came Dodoria's whisper. Vegeta's keen Saiyan hearing managed to catch every word and he slyly grinned. Naturally they were going to attack him using his "Disadvantage" to beat him.
On that note, Kiwi leapt from his hiding position and immediately entered combat with the young Prince. Vegeta held his own easily, but allowed the two to carry out their little scheme. He could already detect Dodoria sneaking around the room to attempt an attack on his blind side. With a wide smirk Vegeta pushed Kiwi back and then hurled a blast at the concealed Dodoria. Kiwi watched in horror as his companion's skull was literally torn from the base of his head. Vegeta watched with mild amusement as Kiwi slowly backed away and then turned into a full run.
Vegeta allowed the little purple man to flee and then bolted after him, slamming him full charge in the back with his shoulder. Kiwi skidded along the stone floor and smashed through a nearby wall where Vegeta casually walked after him.
"Please Vegeta! You know I always liked you! I only did what I was told by Frieza! Spare me!" The bastard squealed through purple lips. The blood dripping from his mouth made it clear that Vegeta's charge had internally damaged him. Excellent, he thought with a smirk.
"Talk about Déjà vu ay Kiwi?" Vegeta asked as he bent down to face his one time tormentor. His right hand glowed with an eerie purple colour, almost matching the skin of Kiwi. Or at least before the creature visibly paled.
"You make me laugh Kiwi. I did always like you best…But you're deluding yourself if you think I'll spare you're slimy corpse!" He spat. Just as Kiwi was about to protest some more Vegeta plunged his energy filled hand into Kiwi's frontal lobe, plucking his brain and very conscience out. He tossed the oozing flesh aside disinterestedly and flicked his fingers in a vain attempt to rid his glove of the blood.
Vegeta was sure that Zarbon would be lurking around somewhere, Frieza's main line of defence before calling for his beloved Ginyu. From the moment he'd met the horned man and his bunch of camp posers he'd immediately disliked all of them. Not that he didn't already loathe everyone under Frieza's employ, but these buffoons weren't worthy to be called warriors. Dancing and posing like idiots, they deserved the death that he assured himself was coming their way. From him of course.
It seemed that Vegeta's first thoughts were incorrect. He could sense Frieza lying in wait for him in his icy throne room, Ginyu force surrounding it. Yet, after an extensive sweep, Zarbon's signature was nowhere to be found. Vegeta outwardly growled. Of all Frieza's minions, it was Zarbon's throat he most wanted to stamp on.
"So be it!" He growled once more and headed to meet his battle that would lead him to his destiny. Quickly re-grouping behind him Nappa, and now Radditz, followed their Prince to a fight that would challenge them to their very limits. All three of them.
"Now listen up. I'll immediately dispatch that little bastard Guldo before he can do anything with his time shifting abilities and then take Ginyu head on. Radditz, you'll deal with that nitwit Recoome and Nappa, I want you to handle Berta and Jeice. Are we all clear?" He commanded more than asked without skipping a beat or turning to address.
"Yes Prince Vegeta." They replied curtly and in unison. With a nod, he quickened his pace and headed toward his showdown. His thoughts drifted again, back to where they'd been before. The Ginyu force could pose a challenge if not handled correctly, which was now void because they'd planned the affair perfectly. It was Frieza that was going to be the problem.
In the last year that Vegeta had had the distinct pleasure of serving the lizard, he'd visited many worlds, secretly forging alliances and increasing his Army to trample Frieza. It was clear to most that the barely teenage Prince was the best choice to attack Frieza directly while an Army sent from all edges of the Galaxy would make a direct strike on the icy bastards home base, their current location. If they timed it correctly they'd have cruisers surrounding the planet just after he'd began his battle and Frieza would be cornered.
Among his allies he'd been impressed with the inhabitants of some backwater mud ball called Earth. Oh how he'd had to brag his way into that one. They had a huge force field around each and every planet in their system that even Frieza couldn't get through. Naturally he thought they were a bunch of cowards who hid behind their inventions too much rather than fighting back with their own bodies but their weapons and the use of the shield they could provide was too good an offer to pass up. Their part would be instrumental! So he bit his tongue, swallowed a small part of his pride and asked for their assistance. They were probably already at work now setting up the shield to keep the slimy bastard contained. Even in the event that the Almighty Saiyan Prince would fail, which he would not tolerate, Frieza would be trapped on this planet with no way to get out. And even if he somehow managed it, he'd be met by the largest rebellion Army in the Galaxy! You'll die this day Frieza, one way, or another!
Vegeta's already balled fists gripped tighter while his knuckles let out an unworldly crack. He sped up again taking note of the sensation in the back of his skull, alerting him to several presence's that were significantly powerful.
"Ginyu…" Barely a whisper. The Young Prince snarled loudly before entering the room and hurled a huge blast at the little green bastard with four eyes. Guldo didn't even have time to hold his breath before the blast consumed him and he was incinerated instantly. The three remaining Ginyu grunts all charged on the young Prince, each screaming their rage. Vegeta paid them no mind and sent a huge wave of explosive energy in all directions, hurling the Ginyu goons at the nearest walls. His goal was the leader, the body snatcher himself, Captain Ginyu.
Much as he had done previously Vegeta charged straight into the horned man shoulder first, instantly cracking his protective armour. Ginyu was visibly pissed and the pair entered into a flurry of attacks. It quickly became apparent to the Cap that he was a little under powered for the young Prince but to his credit, he kept fighting.
Vegeta's smirk expanded with his arrogance as he continually slapped Ginyu away. The blows he easily landed happily spilt blood and the good Captain was visibly slowing. His movements were becoming sloppy and desperate, as his defeat became clear and Vegeta knew exactly what to expect next.
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While Nappa casually walked toward his fallen opponents Radditz leapt at the chance to deliver some free damage to the huge cretin. Before Recoome could even comprehend that Vegeta had knocked him down, Radditz was on him pounding his battle hardened fists into the imbecile's face. While the blood lust in him grew madly, he channelled his energy into his fists to tear away and scold Recoome's flesh. The bastard's screams quietened quickly as Radditz reached bone and soon, the brain matter inside. Or what little matter there was inside the fool's thick skull.
Berta's speed brought him back to his feet almost instantly to face the towering bald Saiyan. Jeice followed a little slower and the pair narrowed in on Nappa. His moustached upper lip twitched with a sly grin and as the two descended on him, he brought his right hand up in front of his face with his middle and index fingers extended to throw a huge energy wave out in all directions. Berta's higher speed allowed him to escape with some minor burn injuries and damaged armour, whereas Jeice's body frazzled and caught fire as the red skinned short arse screamed like a girl. He quickly faded away to nothingness.
Berta backed away slightly as he saw Radditz appear behind Nappa, each with an equally Saiyan smirk plastered over their faces. Not bothering to take any chances, the two charged him straight away and quickly caught the remaining Ginyu goon with ease. Berta's screams of bloody pain echoed through the halls for some time before the pair grew bored and tore holes of energy in his beaten body. Nappa snapped his wretched neck quickly to rid him of his lingering pain.
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"Is this your best monkey? Can't you do any better? Why don't you just go home now, you'll never beat me!" Vegeta had to laugh at the Captain's absurd, however amusing comments. As a sign of his confidence and just to get Ginyu even more pissed, Vegeta tucked his right arm behind his back and used only his left arm to easily swat down the larger man.
Ginyu's rage became sickly in the air, almost tangible enough for Vegeta to see it. He just kept grinning, much to the purple bastard's displeasure. The next time he was knocked back, Ginyu kept his distance and his hideous scowl warped to a disgusting grin. Vegeta's tail irritably uncoiled, swayed a little and then re-coiled itself in the opposite direction. He also decided to hide his left arm rather than his right and then stood patiently waiting for the Captain to charge him again.
Ginyu considered damaging his heart, but Vegeta's sound beating had already made his body so feeble that doing it now wouldn't make a difference anyway, stupid monkey. He quickly threw his arms outward in preparation to steal the young Prince's body. Upon opening his mouth to unleash the beam that would paralyse the little bastard Vegeta threw up his right hand only to unleash a small blast of his own that saw right through to the back of Ginyu's head.
Vegeta let out an entertained laugh as the towering man's limp body fell to the floor. Hopefully, Radditz and Nappa were having similar success and would arrive to act as spectators for his greatest match. Vegeta paid them no mind now, he quickly moved on to meet his one time lord and master. Frieza…I'll have your head!
The Throne room. It was in this very room that Vegeta had been thrown before his master for his first disobient beating. As he took that first step into the room, Frieza's power hit him hard. He could already sense the arrogant bastard was eager to power up and get this over with. Just wait lizard lips, it'll begin soon, he silently promised.
And then there he was. Already waiting. Frieza floated a few inches off the floor, tail angrily swishing behind him. Naturally his scouter had informed him of the death of his beloved Captain and his goons. Or was it because of the power his scouter had detected in that brief moment that Vegeta had redecorated Ginyu's head? Vegeta couldn't be sure, but with all his pride and confidence on show he walked calmly in his Princely manner.
"So Vegeta, you would actually betray me by slaughtering my favoured men, after you of course? This is not acceptable. I'm willing to forgive if you'll get down on your knees and pledge your loyalty to me." The words dripped from Frieza's tongue like honey mixed with acid.
How dare he! How dare he talk to the Prince and Legendary warrior of the Saiyans in such a manner! The day Vegeta kneeled before Frieza again would never happen. Under no circumstance ever would Vegeta ever kneel before him again…ever!
"Hold your tongue you stinking bastard! I've heard enough crap fall out of you mouth to last more than a million life times! You'll die this day by my hand you lizard bastard!" Vegeta spoke proudly, confidently and calmly. The fact that Vegeta showed no outward rage only pissed Frieza off more. Now you'll get it boy!
Frieza leapt immediately at Vegeta with a loud battle cry. Vegeta only smirked at the pathetic power Frieza was about to use. Don't you dare underestimate me! Despite being nearly five times more powerful than Ginyu, Frieza's base level was nothing Vegeta couldn't handle, and he had barely warmed up yet. Vegeta danced around all of Frieza's attacks, his nimble body and enhanced speed were far too much for Frieza to even land a hit.
Bending his back almost ninety degrees backward, Vegeta flipped over to avoid another attack while simultaneously planting a devastating kick into the icy bastard's chin. Frieza literally exploded with rage while Vegeta openly laughed with utter delight. The collection of blasts that erupted from the lizard's clawed hand, again, missed Vegeta. A few managed to nip at his cape, fraying the ends, while the others obliterated the wall on the opposite side of the room.
Frieza's rage seemingly fuelled his power, his armour smashed and torn away as his muscles expanded to hold the power of his new form. The formerly short bastard (Even shorter than Vegeta) nearly tripled in size, while his appearance became far more menacing and his usually feminine voice deepened largely. Vegeta was vaguely aware that his race changed their bodies through several stages to increase their power but this was a bit excessive.
With newfound speed and power, Frieza easily planted a huge right fist in Vegeta's comparatively tiny one. The young Prince was knocked back somewhat, but fully allowed the momentum to take over him. He flipped in the air to land with his feet on the wall, only to blast right back with his own right fist in the giants face, literally throwing him through the opposite wall.
"I suppose that's all I could really expect from an inferior race…" Vegeta commented wryly. If this were the level Frieza would remain at, this wouldn't even be fun. He had pictured his revenge as glorious, a close battle with Vegeta ultimately pulling through and taking the scaly bastard's head to show the rest of the Universe. However, his thoughts were interrupted for the eighteenth time that day as the rubble, which Frieza resided amongst began to stir.
"Let's try that again then shall we?" Vegeta smiled dryly at his own comment. The air around him distorted and crackled with a violent rising in power, while the floor crumbled and smashed as if it were paper under the Prince's form. His normally dormant purple and blue aura flared to life as Frieza climbed from the ashes, his scouter reporting that Vegeta's dramatic increase, as much as it had been before, was now far higher than his own power.
The huge monster smirked with irritation, knowing full well that his third form would also be no match. So, casting his scouter onto the floor before him he took his stance and screamed to the high heavens as an energy dome covered his entire body. The very grounds of the entire building began to shake and buckle under the tyrants increasing rage and power. Vegeta remained calm and stared down his master, despite the growing tingle in the back of his neck that told him this was it. Now or never!
Frieza's dome suddenly cracked with a blinding light, Vegeta quickly closing his eyes. Before he could open them again, the familiar sound of girlie maniacal laughter invaded his sensitive hearing. The blood that had once been trailing his lip was now gone and Frieza looked brand new. The lizard bastard had compacted himself to a smaller size than before, only a little bigger than his original form, but Vegeta knew…His power was astronomical! The bastards ruby lips curved into that fucking disgusting smirk he always wore and his feminine porcelain features betrayed the sick mind and even more sickening power the fragile looking form held.
Without regret, remorse or fear, Vegeta leapt head long into combat and began pounding his charged fists into the bastard's face. Stop fucking smiling! Stop it! Much to his dismay, the lizard laughed even more at his now painfully weak blows and with bone shattering force, brought his powerful tail down onto Vegeta, squishing him to the floor like an insect.
"Come now Vegeta, you've boasted your power for so long and here I am, powered up to meet your challenge and you fall so easily. sigh It seems killing you wouldn't even be fun…" His face pressed squarely into the ground, Vegeta grimaced, not from the pain, but the blows his pride suffered with each word that came out of Frieza's mouth. His hearing made every word alarmingly audible and now they echoed through his mind. Even the voices in his head began doubting him. No! Fucking hell no! Like hell the Legendary Super Saiyan will fall so easily!
With renewed vigour, Vegeta powered up to near his limits and plunged a ki charged hand deep into the skin of the bastard's tail. Frieza visibly grimaced at the burning sensation and whipped his tail up at the ceiling, sending the Prince with it. His grip only loosened when the base of his spine came into harsh contact with the stone above.
As Vegeta fell back to the floor, Frieza just floated, arms crossed, looking somewhat bored. This is not happening! His voices began telling otherwise, but he mentally pushed them aside and rose gracefully, as a Prince should. He dusted himself off and removed the cape from his damaged armour, while starring down his hated enemy. The hate filled tension became too much and Vegeta's rage exploded in a physical display or raw power.
"Galick Gun Fire!" The huge purple beam hurtled at Frieza, and the arrogant bastard just held up his palm to catch the blast. He did manage to stop the blast but it exploded on contact and frazzled the bastard's hand, most of his arm and his closest leg. That'll teach you not to underestimate me!
The scowl on the lizard tyrant's face made it clear he wasn't impressed but before he could do anything about it, Vegeta launched a large flurry of blasts directed to take his filthy head off. Frieza's undamaged arm slashed out at the air and swatted every blast away in a different direction and then forcefully kicked the last one right back at Vegeta's own head. Much like before, the nimble Saiyan bent almost ninety degrees backwards to avoid the scorching life energy and just as he pulled himself back up, Frieza was there to meet him.
In an instant the tail was around his neck, choking him to his last breaths. Vegeta pulled tightly with both his arms and kicked furiously. Even his tailed slashed violently into the air, but Frieza had stretched him far enough away that he couldn't reach him. He was left with no other choice…He grimaced, opened his mouth wide and bit into Frieza's tail as hard as he possibly could.
Frieza screamed with rage, dropping the young Prince, only to crack him in the ribs with his knee, plant a furious elbow into his spine and then backhand him in the face. Several of Vegeta's ribs cracked under the brutal force, his jaw was almost ripped from its hinge and the pain wasn't helped any when he finally crashed to a halt when colliding with the last remaining wall of the room.
Left leaning against what was left of the wall, Vegeta saw through one blurry eye, that he had at least damaged Frieza somewhat. The bastard was examining his tail with obvious concern. Although, Vegeta's concern lay with his own broken ribs. The pain was reassuring in a way, at least he knew he was still alive.
"You bastard monkey! You would dare to put you filthy teeth to my flesh! I could have a disease now! I knew I should have had you all defanged! Stinking…" Frieza trailed off from his tirade, going back to coddling his damaged appendage.
Why can't I win? Why can't I get back up! Am I not the most powerful Saiyan recorded since the Legendary? Again, the young Prince's heavy thoughts brought the weight of his whole race and world onto his inexperienced shoulders. A low growl began to emanate from his throat as rage seeped into his being. He could feel some well of power inside him feeding his broken bones and battered body. Somewhere deep inside his body there was a limitless power source. He just needed to find it.
And with some difficulty, the Saiyan pulled himself to his feet, flared a golden laced aura and charged right back at his tormentor. In something of a "whatever you can do, I can do better" style, Vegeta planted his own knees into Frieza's ribs. He then brought both elbows down onto the bastard's spine, gripped him by his tail and swung him around in a very un-graceful manner for the dignified lord and hurled him back at the wall he'd just used to steady himself.
Much to his displeasure, Frieza got up much quicker than he had. And so the flurry of attacks began anew. Vegeta's current power was falling painfully short of the icy lord and Frieza took no shame in smirking at that fact. However, he fought back hard and managed to block a few punches here and there and did land some blows himself. Frieza, growing bored with the scuffle, released a wave of energy that threw the Prince backward, only to dash straight after him and kick Vegeta in his fragile ribs once more.
Vegeta once again found his back against the wall, but held himself from falling a second time. Frieza stood cockily, laughing and taunting Vegeta for his demented amusement. Vegeta growled again at his master and took his correct stance once more, albeit with difficulty.
Vegeta stood with his feet spread a little more than shoulder width apart and threw out his arms horizontally either side of his body. His aura flashed brightly once more as energy crackled and intensified around each of his hands. The Prince then joined his hands in front of him, firmly directed outwards, the searing energy pointing toward his vile master.
"Alright," he spat through the loud crackling of his own energy, "If you think you're so strong, don't move…" Frieza crossed his arms nonchalantly showing he was agreeing to the game. Vegeta smirked happily and continued to channel as much power into the blast as he could.
"FINAL FLASH!" The huge blast darted at Frieza with lightning speed while Vegeta roared to the very heavens. He could feel his life energy dwindling as most of it was forcefully thrown out in an attempt to destroy the tyrant for good. At the last second Vegeta concentrated and narrowed the blast so that it burned right through and cauterised the flesh. Frieza saw this and tried, in vain, to move aside. The result was that the needle thin blast went straight through his shoulder, literally millimetres away from his demonic heart.
Frieza's icy body fell backwards and his left arm became limp and motionless as he winced with the pain. Now both battered, the fight would be a little more even, or so Vegeta thought. Despite the disadvantage of no longer having use of his left arm, Frieza launched at the Saiyan Prince and soundly battered him for maiming his body. Vegeta could do very little to defend himself and quickly fell to the floor once more under his master's ministrations.
Frieza promptly began to stamp his prone form earning him several cries of pain and several angered curses that echoed through the dilapidated throne room. This is it…I've failed. The word echoed through his mind, invading every level of his consciousness. Fail, Failed, Failure…They were his own thoughts, but they were given a sense of life as he pictured them coming from his father's mouth, staring down at him with hatred and disappointment.
"I told you monkey bastard, you're no match for Frieza!" He screamed through fits of laughter. That horrific laughter again! But while Frieza gloated of his assured victory, Vegeta's mind verbally beat him down. Why! Why is it this way? I AM the Legendary! There's absolutely no way I'll allow it to end like this! Prince Vegeta does NOT fail! Prince Vegeta has NEVER Failed! Prince Vegeta will NEVER be called a Failure!
Deep inside him, the chains broke and the beast of power that roared and fought unleashed its absolute maximum. As Frieza continued to laugh and kick him, Vegeta's eyes opened wide to teal as he felt every fibre of his body enriched with a dazzling golden power. The area around crumbled to nothing as an unexplainable power burst free from the Legendary Prince.
Frieza leapt backwards, narrowly avoiding incineration with a look of sheer fear. Vegeta's body righted itself, turned to face its offender as his hair shot up higher in a blaze of golden flame. Vegeta opened his newly brightened cerulean eyes and looked straight into the quivering ruby eyes across what was left of the throne room.
Vegeta suddenly felt a new awareness of his body, powers and his surroundings. What was once a huge and dangerous power shearing at his senses now seemed little more than a pathetic tingle in the back of his neck. His tail bristled and swished behind him, newly coated with gold, while his face returned to his chilling smirk.
"Well…How about it?" Vegeta beckoned to his pathetic master as golden tendrils lashed out in all directions. Frieza just stared, frozen by fear at the very sight of the Legendary Prince Vegeta.
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And there you have it! The first chapter of what I hope to be a long running fiction. That of course all depends on what you think. Please feel free to leave a review (in fact I urge you too!) and tell me exactly what you think. I'll hopefully get to work on the second chapter soon and it could be up in a week or two, depending on how this is received!
Once again, my thanks, as well as love and respect to Dark Hope Assassin! -