This first chapter talks about Zarbon and his dislike for the Saiyan Prince. It is a short first chapter
Chapter 1: Ambitions
Zarbon stared into the starless night. It had been so long that he'd had a woman grace his bed. Frieza had kept him so busy he had not been able to take care of his urges. He wondered if maybe the urges would go away someday and never come back. Sometimes he wondered why he'd agreed to taking this job. Was it the prestige or the money or the fact that all his need (well almost all of them) would be taken care of.
On his planet the most he could have hoped in becoming was a deep core miner. That's all his family had been. They had been picked for this profession for their long and tightly muscled bodies. But he had been different he was well, beautiful. That was why one day Frieza had asked him to be a general in his army. It was also because he could be cold and calculating and had not cared when Frieza blew up his family. Frieza knew then he could trust in him and as one of Frieza's most loyal subjects he received everything he'd wanted, including women.
But lately they had started boring him. He wanted a companion not a sex toy. He was nearing his twenty ninth birthday and in his culture they tended to marry in their teens. He had begun to feel lonely and had looked to the female warriors on his ship but they already had mates.
It was then that he began studying everything he could about the Icejin culture and he had studied hard learning his profession. He had gone quickly from a mere general to Frieza's right hand man. He was cunning and beguiling. His blue skin, reptilian eyes and green skin made him stand out from others and it was not lost on Frieza. Zarbon sometimes wondered if there was more to Frieza's smile than met the eye.
If he couldn't have a mate at least he would have power. And it seemed nothing would stand in his way except maybe his nemesis.
Zarbons nemesis was and had always been a Saiyan named Vegeta. It wasn't that he was stronger than him or taller than him or (heavens no) more beautiful than him but it had been his haughty arrogance and his title. Zarbon had no title except the one bestowed upon him by Frieza.
Ambition had always been Zarbons weakness. But the thought that someone as disagreeable and vulgar as Vegeta was had the title of; Prince; bothered him to no end. The Saiyan had barely proven himself when he was given a command something Zarbon had, had to work for.
He had taught himself to be an elegant warrior, no he would not let that Saiyan surpass him. It was already (and he found it hard to admit) too painful. He had worked hard for his position. But he knew Frieza favored the Saiyan for he was an ardent warrior. He had sent him on many missions all with better than favorable results.
Zarbon knew he was stronger and could kill the Saiyan without breaking a sweat but he knew that meant certain death. He was not a fool. But he was afraid he would one day be outranked by this rogue.
It was this rogue that made Zarbon lose his composure despite all his beauty, rank, power, and money. To make things crystal clear Zarbon had begun wearing the garb of the upper class people of his planet.
He'd always known he'd been destined for greatness.