And there he was. The mighty Prince of the Saiyan race. He was in pain. More than he had experienced in his life, matter of fact. His whole body ached. His armor, torn and dirtied. And his pride. Oh, his pride. It was hard for him; facing the facts. He wasn't going to defeat Frieza. He was going to die, and there was no way out of it. Blood ran down the corners of his mouth. He felt his last breath of fresh air was nearing. And suddenly, there was an interruption. "Frieza!", the man said. "Unhand him at once!" The icy tyrant turned his head slightly, finally getting a glimpse of what must be another suicidal maniac. "Who dares interrupt Lord Frieza?" he said, narrowing his eyes at the young man who had called him out. Meanwhile, Vegeta was still in a daze, the slightest thought becoming harder and harder to keep concentration on. "Niisan!" he heard from a distance. And suddenly, his mind went off. He was a child, watching his father put his only sibling into an attack ball. "Why must he be sent away, Father? " the young Vegeta asked.

Frieza then noticed the color of the man's hair: It was as black as the night sky. As well as other two men accompanying him: One, a tall, more lenient man, with two strands of hair falling down from his almost widow's peak - like hair style. The second, a shorter, muscular younger man, with no bangs at all, all the hair being messily kept-up like that of Prince Vegeta's. Frieza then noticed the insignia on the left side of the Royal - looking man's chestplate. He's seen it before... but where? And then he noticed the one element that gave away their origins:

A furry, money-like tail.

Saiyans...

As his father held up his second son, looking at him for the last time, his first born, a young, powerful child by the name of Vegeta, had asked him a question. "Why must he be sent away, Father? " the young Prince asked. His father only sighed as he put the baby in the small pod. "Because he's not like you, son."

"What do you mean, 'like me'?" the persistent 7 year old asked demandingly.

At that same moment, that same baby, from that same pod, was being asked a question of his own:

"Are you challenging me... Monkey?"

Having grown up over the last 30 years, been training all his life, being an heir to throne and becoming a Prince of the Saiyans as well, he had learned to make his own decisions. Learned to fight back. Learned to risk it all, if only for one small goal. And this goal, was quite a far reach from his standing point. So he stood proudly, staring down the face of death and ruin itself, and said in the most determined voice he had ever spoke in,

"If that is what it takes, then I will defeat you, or die trying!" Fists raised, aura shining bright as a Namekian sun, he dashed forward into battle, knowing full well he might not come out of this alive.

As the battle begun, all eyes were on the incredible display of power presented by the newcomers. All eyes, but those of the Saiyan Prince Vegeta's. He was still deep in thought. "What do you mean, 'like me'?"

The young Prince asked. "He is not strong like you, my son" the King begun, "And your place is here" The horrible onslaught continued as the icy tyrant continued to dodge each blow. "My place?" The boy asked.

"I believe that one day,"

The supposed leader of the Saiyan group throws a powerful right hook, missing the monster by mere inches.

"You will fulfill the legend,"

The taller, more masculine looking one, takes a horrible punch to the stomach, spitting blood. "Cyclone! No!" The leader yelled out hopelessly as he laid on the ground, bruised and broken.

"And free our race from Frieza's horrible reign."

"I'm sorry, Niisan, I failed you."

The vision suddenly stops, as if he had awoken from a nightmare. His eyes snap open, as his mouth quickly forms one word: "Tarble?"

The thing he saw after that, would haunt him for years to come.

Hey there, readers! On behalf of myself, I would like to apologize for the first few chapters. They are a bit short, and quite poorly written. But do not give up on this story.

Starting around chapter 3/4, it gets much better. The chapters will hopefully get around to 1,200 words per, and I will rewrite the first few later on.

As usual, I'd like to thank you all for reading, and remember to R&R!