Chapter 1
The sound of boots resounded through the long corridor of the housing building as a lone saiyan warrior walked down the white hallway towards the door at the end of the corridor. The saiyan, whose huge figure to span across the entire passageway, slowly walked to the door, the other soldiers who were leaving their respective rooms quickly moved out of the giant saiyan's way, or simply went back inside of their rooms until they were sure the saiyan had passed by them. His navy blue breastplate and his golden shoulder, thigh, and groin guards showed all who he passed that he was a high ranking member in the Saiyan Army, someone who should not be messed with. If they giant's rank wasn't enough to deterrent any sort of slight against the saiyan, the man's colossal size alone would be enough. The behemoth saiyan's entire body seemed to be just muscle upon muscle and the saiyan easily stood over seven feet tall.
The thud of the saiyan's boots stopped when the elite finally reached the door. His giant hand completely covered a small key pad that granted access to the room. The saiyan typed in the code he had memorized several days ago when he and his charge had arrived on Planet Frieza 327 and the key pad flashed green and the door slid open. The giant walked into the small room and scanned it for any sign of the young prince he was charged with protecting. The room was hardly furnished, the only furniture being a small metal desk and two regulation size beds. The saiyan's body was still slightly sore from having to sleep in the undersized bed, even after having already trained for nearly two hours earlier in the morning. The elite saiyan's eyes finally settled on a small figure with flame like hair who was lying on the right bed. The prince was fully dressed in his white armor with the royal crest of Vegeta-sei painted onto the top right of the plate and his shoulders covered by golden spikes and a crimson red cape was sprawled underneath him.
"Prince Vegeta," addressed the older saiyan as he stared down at the five-year old prince as he stood erect in the doorway. "It is time for your morning training session."
The flame haired prince turned his gaze away from the ceiling and towards the giant saiyan his father had assigned to him as his bodyguard. "Very well Nappa, let's make our daily vigil once again." The boy saw the older saiyan's goatee twitch; the only sign of the older warrior's hidden amusement. As the prince sat up on the side of the bed and put on his white, combat boots, his bodyguard walked over to the lone mirror in the meager room and began to comb the small patch of black hair that lay on the top of his massive head. The young prince snorted with amusement when he saw his giant companion's antics and the older warrior shot him an angry glare and then continued messing with the miniscule amount of hair.
Once the prince had finished putting on his footwear, he immediately stormed out of the cramped room. The older saiyan barely had time to react to the prince's abrupt departure and threw down his comb and rushed to the boy's side. The two saiyans walked down the corridor side by side and every single soldier they met abruptly stopped and dashed to the side to allow the two saiyan's room to pass. The two saiyan's were physically exact opposites, one was a colossal, muscle bound, brutish looking warrior with various scars all along his body, the living testament of his battle experience. The other was a short child, with tall, flame like hair, and while he did not have very much muscle mass, the child-prince's small muscles were well defined. However, though the two were complete opposites physically, they both carried themselves in a way that displayed an aura of pride that only Saiyan Elites could display.
Once the two Saiyan Elites were outside of the housing building, they took to the air and headed towards the tallest building in sight. The building was home to the best training faculties on the planet and was also home to Lord Frieza and his top men when they were on planet, which at the moment they were. It was the reason the two saiyans were on Planet Frieza 327 as well, since the tyrant had been keeping the saiyan prince and his bodyguard close by for the past year since he had "requested" the prince from his father, King Vegeta. The thought of the Ice-jin made the young prince sick to his stomach and he spat into the air when the face of his tormentor popped into his head during their flight. The older saiyan looked over at his young charge and noticed the angry expression etched into the prince's face.
"Prince Vegeta calm down," advised the older saiyan as they neared the skyscraper. "We are about to arrive and it will encourage them if they see your anger. Do you remember the breathing exercises I taught you?" The young prince nodded and closed his eyes as he began to take in deep breaths. As he did the breathing techniques he had been taught, he felt his pulse slow down and he felt himself calming down and when he opened his eyes his face had returned to its usual emotionless state.
The prince and his bodyguard landed at the entrance to the training area of the building and quickly entered through the screen doors. As the two saiyans walked past a group of soldiers, their excellent saiyan hearing could pick up the snickering coming from the aliens as they walked away. Vegeta growled and began to turn around to confront the offending party, but Nappa placed one gigantic hand on his shoulder and steered him away. The older warrior knew the prince would have to grow accustom to the behind-the-back insults that he would be subjected to for the rest of his life. The two of them were constantly isolated from the other saiyans, order Frieza's orders, and were thus subject too much of the racism that many other species festered towards the Saiyan race.
The young price was still fuming when the pair entered one of the training chambers. Their were two technicians sitting in front of a panel of flashing lights and both were wearing the standard technician uniform; white body armor and a white helmet with a blue visor to cover their faces from any explosions that might occur. Being a technician in Lord Frieza's army was not the safest job in the universe after all. Nappa immediately recognized one of the technicians, a brown skinned humanoid with green spots that were dotted all over his small body. The other technician however was newbie, and Nappa knew it would be priceless to see the new guy's reaction while watching Vegeta train.
"Good to see you again Prince Vegeta, Nappa." The older technician stood up and saluted the two saiyans. Vegeta just snarled in disgust at the technician but Nappa returned the gesture.
"Let's get this over with, I don't want to be here any longer than I have to be," said Vegeta as he eyed the unfamiliar technician. The alien's blue scales seemed to have a weird smell and it was irritating the young prince's sensitive nose. Plus Vegeta really found the sight of the man repulsing.
"So what routine would you like to start out at today Prince Vegeta?" asked the more experienced technician. His new partner had never dealt with the explosive child before and he actually preferred to remain alive, so he tried to handle all of the talking. But of course the rookie had to open his mouth.
"I think we should start on the easiest first," said the blue scaled alien in his slithery voice. "I mean he is only a kid for Kami's sake." His partner shot him a panicked look and slightly shook his head.
The young prince looked over at the blue fish-man and gave him a cold stare. He then turned towards the other technician and said, "Give me the toughest routine you have. I'll just skip the warm-up to the warm-up today." The flame-haired prince then removed his royal breastplate and tossed it to Nappa, leaving him nothing but his navy blue tank top and matching pants.
"Hold on to that Nappa, I won't need it for this."
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Columns of smoke rose up into the sky above the destroyed city, their gray color being a stark contrast from the red sky which loomed over the devastated planet. The only sound that was in the air was the sound of fire's burning as most of the metropolis's buildings were up in flames from the battle that had just taken place. There were no sounds of life at all, just the sound of complete and total destruction.
On the streets of the ruined city, there walked a lone saiyan warrior. The saiyan had long, flowing black hair and he wore a the standard black breastplate of the Saiyan Army along with brown shoulder, thigh, and groin guards that showed that he was a third class warrior. As the teenage saiyan walked, he fiddled with the red armbands that were wrapped around both of his biceps. They, along with matching red bands that were around both of his thighs, had been a gift from his father.
His father. He was the greatest fighter the third class of saiyans had ever produced. He had led over a thousand successful combat missions, he had fought in several different wars for the Saiyan Army and the Planet Trade Organization and had earned accolades in all of them for exemplarily service. It was now being even rumored that he had a power level that now even rivaled King Vegeta's. And it was not just his battle strength that was extraordinary. He had also created a technique that allowed saiyans to become the mighty Oozaru without the full moon. For this accomplishment, he had been personally rewarded by the King and offered a place amongst the Saiyan Elite. He had politely declined, but that was him; true to his roots. He was the living symbol of everything that was saiyan. He was ruthless to his enemies, a perfect comrade, the hardest worker, the most loyal solider, the most cunning warrior, a brilliant strategist. He was Bardock, the greatest saiyan of his generation.
The long haired saiyan removed one of the armbands and stared at it. His father had given him the bands right before he had left for this mission, his final test. This mission was what he had been training his whole life for. The last seven years he had been training at the Saiyan Combat School with the other third class saiyans his age. It was tradition that after the age of 8, all saiyans would train with their respective class of saiyans at the combat school until they turned 15. Then every saiyan was put through a series of grueling tests, pushing every student to their limits: physically, mentally, and emotionally. After a saiyan had passed all of the tests, they would be allowed to choose which members of their class they wanted to form a squad with and then they would be sent off to make names for themselves as newly christened members of the Saiyan Army.
The teenager looked up from the piece of cloth in his hand looked around at the results from his final test. The last test a saiyan had to complete was that they had to complete a purge, alone. No help, no comrades, just your abilities and your scouter. The saiyan smirked as he looked at the destruction he had caused. All that remained now was for him to return to Planet Vegeta and then all of the training he gone through for the last seven years would at last pay off and he would be able to begin his own legacy, and get out of the shadow of his father's.
For years now he had always compared to his father. The lower class warriors and instructors expected more out of him because of it and the elites used it as a way to mock and ridicule him. He had always been measured on how his father had done and not on how he had done compared to the rest of the third class initiates. Compared to the rest of them, he was one of the strongest but he still was light-years behind his father in terms of power. Now though, he would be able to begin his anew and some day he would surpass his father.
Raditz put the red armband back onto his right bicep as he jumped over a huge pile of debris and landed on the edge of a huge crater. The long haired saiyan looked at the bottom and saw his pod. He smiled thinking of how joyous he had been when he it had been issued to him. The pod gave him the sense of liberation at the thought of being able to travel anywhere in the universe. The saiyan took out the remote control and pressed the button that opened the hatch of the pod and leaped down to the now open pod and then sat inside of it.
The hatch closed as the teenage saiyan got adjusted into his seat and then entered the coordinates of Planet Vegeta. The pod blasted off the ground of the demolished and burning city and took off through the atmosphere off the now empty planet. It had been a tough three weeks and every muscle in the long haired saiyan's body was aching, but it had been worth it. He was now finished with his training and ready to begin his own life.
"Destination Planet Vegeta. Approximate arrival time 32 hours. Do you wish to activate hibernation state?" announced the cold, metallic voice of the saiyan pod. Raditz pressed the confirm button and his sore and tired body fell asleep before the hibernation could even take effect.
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A young saiyan, no older than 10, opened his eyes and looked around the pod he was sitting in. The boy stretched his arms above his head and then checked his position on the monitor. He raised his hand and brushed the two, jet black strands of hair that fell across his face and then checked the coordinates. It seemed he was a day away from the planet the rest of his squad was on. He still could not believe that his team had just left him in the medical bay and gone off on another mission without him.
The boy saiyan raised his hand up to the red scouter that was across his left eye and pressed the button that sent a transmission signal out to the leader of his squad, an elite saiyan named Carot. "Carot do you copy, this is Sirius, Carot are you there? Can you hear…"
"Yeah, yeah I can hear you little brat. What are you doing calling me this late runt?" rang familiar gruff voice in the young saiyan's ear.
"Sorry, I didn't know it was night time there since you guys left me unconscious in a rejuvenation tank!"
"Watch you tone you second-class brat," hissed the older saiyan. "We got a mission that pays well, so we took it. Besides it seems you were able to find out where we were just fine. Damn shame to, we were hoping we would have ditched you for good this time."
Sirius just smirked at the quip from his squad leader. "You can't get rid of me that easily Carot. Besides how would you survive without me? Who would do all the things you all don't want to do if I wasn't around?"
The young saiyan heard the veteran laugh over the scouter. "You're right, maybe if you get here soon enough you'll be able to make us a feast after we finish purging this planet tomorrow."
The boy gasped. "You're not going to leave anything for me!" The young saiyan heard his squad leader chuckle. "You're sadistic Carot. I can't believe just left me in that rejuvenation tank. From what I've read about the planet your own, it looks like it would have been a fun one too!
"You deserved to be in that tank. You're getting way too cocky, challenging the strongest fighter on the planet on that last mission. It's a good way to killed and you need to learn your limitations. That's why we just stood by and watched while you got your ass kicked. That, plus now missing this mission we hopefully get the message through your thick skull."
Sirius growled in frustration. He couldn't believe that the reason they had left him behind was because they were trying to teach him a "lesson". They could be some world-class jerks when they wanted to be. However, behind all the verbal jabs and insults he had just received from Carot he could tell the older saiyan was actually trying to help him. The young saiyan just sighed and accepted the fact that he was going to sit this one out.
"Fine, message received. So you guys are going to be done with the purge by tomorrow?"
"Yes," answered the older saiyan. "How close are you to our position?"
The young saiyan glanced down at his monitor and replied, "I'll be there in exactly 30 hours."
"Good, we might just wait for you to get here before we take off."
"Oh thanks, how generous of you to allow me to land on the planet before blasting off into space again."
"And you will be required to get out of your pod and do some chores for us before we leave again. Rules are rules after all. Now leave me be, I need to get some sleep and I can't do that with you yelling in my ear all night runt. Carot out."
The young saiyan pressed the communication button on his scouter and ended the transmission. He leaned back into the cushioning of his seat and ran his hand through his tall spiky hair with the twin strands that fell across his face. He looked down and saw his new armor that he had just been issued. It looked the same as every other suit of armor he had ever received during the two years he had been with the squad of elite saiyans. He wore the standard black breastplate with red shoulder, thigh, and groin guards that showed that he was a second-class saiyan.
The boy shook his head when he though about his social class. It was weird since it was such a big part of his identity and the source of many insults from his squad, and yet he never saw any other second-class saiyans anymore. Not since he had been assigned to his squad when he turned 8, a squad that was filled with all first-class elites. It was suppose to be a huge honor, but Sirius almost wished he had been placed within a second-class squad.
He knew that was impossible though. He knew exactly why he had been assigned to his squad and had all started back when he was a cub. When a saiyan is a cub, they are raised with the rest of the cubs from their social class in a giant complex under the supervision of saiyans that were no longer taking combat missions, either because they were too old or had suffered some sort of permanent injury. They stayed their until they turned 8 and then they were sent to the Saiyan Combat School to train until they turned 15 at which time they would become full-fledge members of the Saiyan Army.
There was little training done during the time spent at the complex when you're a cub. Mostly the cubs were taught on an intellectual level, but they did allow the cubs to experiment on their own about how to fight and how to use ki. This encouraged self-reliance and originality in the cubs while they were still too young to usually be strong enough to learn how to actually fight. Of course the instructors always monitored the cubs progress as they grew stronger and stronger, always on the look-out for one who was exceptionally powerful.
Sirius had been one of the rare ones. The instructors had always noticed that he was far stronger than every other second-class child, even the older ones, and also he was stronger than all of the elite cubs that were his age. The instructors had watched the development of this rare second-class cub with fascination. No one knew how he had gotten so strong; his parents had both had average power levels at the time of their deaths during one of the more brutal wars. The only exception to that was before her death the boy's mother had unleashed a devastating energy attack which had a power level that was off the charts. The effort had killed her, but her son had seemed to inherit her ability to handle energy since he began to use ki six months before any other saiyan his age had.
When Sirius had turned eight and was about to enter the Combat School, he had a power level of 750. It was remarkable because he was already leagues above any other cub, including the elites that were entering the school. Also he was already far stronger than any third-class warrior that was graduating and was already almost as strong as the average second-class warrior that was graduating the Combat School that year. It was decided that Sirius, like every other case, was to be put into a combat squad immediately.
The instructors did however have some reservations about the young saiyan. They had noticed that Sirius often did not think ahead or think about the consequences of his actions and just did what he thought was right or what he wanted to do. He was also a hot-head because of being stronger than any other cub he ran in to so he was cocky. Hoping to change some of these negative characteristics, the instructors decided to place the young saiyan into an experienced elite squad instead of a brand new second class squad full of warriors that had just graduated.
Sirius smirked at the thought of the day the instructors had told him all of this. They had been blunt with him about the negative qualities they saw in him, but Sirius didn't mind that much. He just didn't think the steps they had decided to take would iron out who he was. Boy was he wrong. The minute he had joined his squad, the other members constantly belittled him about not thinking something through, or being overconfident about his own abilities. They had quickly shown him, through a beating, that they all were far stronger than him and that they were in charge.
At first it had been horrible living with the elites. The constantly made fun of him for being a second-class saiyan and every time he made a mistake he would get a beating for it. He was never allowed to talk back, that also earned him a beating. The team took several months off of taking missions so that they could "train" there new member. The training sessions had been little more than excuse to bat the young saiyan around and while his power level had increased rapidly, Sirius hated the fact that he was in a rejuvenation tank every other day.
Finally after six months of brutal training, the squad leader Carot had announced that they would be going on their first mission since adding Sirius to the team. The young saiyan had dreaded the approaching mission. He was sure that elites were going to leave him to try and fend off the defenders of the planet by himself and that they were going to leave him for dead. Once they had arrived on the planet, they encountered stiff resistance and got into a huge battle. During the fight, Sirius had found himself on the ground and paralyzed from fear as a huge energy wave raced towards him. The boy had braced himself for death but then suddenly one of the elites, a tall saiyan by the name of Lettu, had jumped in front of Sirius and taken the brunt of the attack. While Lettu saved the young saiyan from death, Carot dispatched the warrior who had tried to finish off Sirius.
The young warrior had been baffled by his comrade's actions. They had spent the last half-year torturing and beating him but now they were risking their own lives to save him. It didn't make any sense to the saiyan child until that night Carot had told him what it meant to be a squad. He had told Sirius about how your squad members were closer than family in saiyan society and how every member would die for each other if one was put in harm's way. And that while they had been tough on Sirius at first, it was so he would be ready for when they were in battle and how they all expected the best from him. He told Sirius that they had all gone through the "torture" period and how it was just part of a young saiyan being initiated into a squad and how he would have gone through something similar at the Combat School when he had chosen his future squad. From that moment on, Sirius had strived to be the best teammate he could be and the rest of the squad began to accept him and ease up on him a bit. They all joked about each other and no longer punished Sirius when he retorted with his on quips. Now his squad members were his family. As Carot had said during his first purge, their bond was stronger than blood and they would do anything for each other if any member was in trouble.
Sirius shook his head and pulled out of his reminiscing and turned his attention to the monitor in front of him. The young warrior decided that he didn't want to try and stay awake for the rest of the trip, so he activated the hibernation in his pod and drifted off into a deep sleep.
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Vegeta stood perfectly still as the five Saibamen began to encircle the small prince. The young prince snarled as he heard the annoying cackling of the little green men as they prepared to attack their target. Suddenly, three of the saibamen leaped forward with their claws outstretched and tried to grab hold off the saiyan prince. The flame haired saiyan effortlessly evaded the three saibamen by rapidly sidestepping each attack individually leaving all three of the little green monsters in a state of confusion.
"Holy crap! Did you see that?" exclaimed the new technician as he looked in surprise at the speed he had just seen on his monitor.
The other technician just glanced over at his rookie partner. "Yeah I did, but that wasn't a surprise though. That's Prince Vegeta; he's one of the best."
"But there's no way! He's just a kid, he shouldn't be able to move that fast!" The blue scaled man still could not believe the speed that the young prince possessed.
"Maybe no kid you know can move like that but trust me; I bet he's not even breaking a sweat doing that." Nappa just smirked as the technicians stared at his prince in awe as he continued to effortlessly evade the saibamen who were attacking him. The general knew that with time the young prince would become the strongest saiyan who ever existed, maybe one day even becoming the Legendary.
Inside of the training room, the saibamen finally realized that just one of them attacking would never catch the small fighter. It would take all of them attacking at once to grab hold of the flame haired child. The room filled with screeches as all five saibamen leaped towards the saiyan prince who stood still with his head turned downward. As the little green monsters grew closer, Vegeta raised his head and then spread his arms out and with a yell he unleashed an explosive wave that sent all five of the saibamen crashing into the walls of the training room. The prince quickly finished the saibamen off with five quick ki blasts and then headed towards the door of the training room.
As the door slid open, Vegeta saw the large frame of Nappa waiting beside the door with his armor in hand. The young prince took the armor out of Nappa's mammoth sized arms and quickly slid it over his head. He began to walk down the corridor with his giant bodyguard close behind him.
"Nappa I'm tired of doing these stupid training exercises and drills. I'm ready for another combat mission. I am the Prince of all Saiyans and I'm sidelined most of the time because Frieza and his henchmen think I am not trained well enough yet to be assigned actually missions. It's humiliating!"
The saiyan general looked down at his young charge. "You are young my Prince. Most saiyans your age have not even entered Combat School yet."
The flame haired prince turned his head and glared at the older saiyan. "I am not the average saiyan Nappa! I am stronger than every other saiyan besides my father, including you! So why should I not be allowed to participate in missions like every other saiyan that is close to me in strength."
"If you really want a mission, why don't you go ask Frieza for one? I'm sure he would be happy to give you one," said Nappa with a harsh tone. He felt slighted by the fact that the prince had once again reminded him that he was weaker than a five-year old.
The prince cringed slightly at the mention of the tyrant's name. He quickly resolved himself though. He wanted a mission and if it took a trip to see that insane lizard to get one than so be it. The prince took a sharp turn and began walking towards the command center that Frieza had transformed into a throne room for the duration of his stay on the planet. The young prince's change in direction surprised Nappa, who didn't think that Vegeta would actually venture a trip to see Frieza.
In a matter of minutes, the pair of saiyans had arrived at the door to Frieza's throne room. The door was guarded by two soldiers and Vegeta snarled at the sight of them. It made him angry every time he saw Frieza's worthless soldiers wearing SAIYAN armor. What the worst about it was that they all wore white breastplates. Back on Vegeta-sei, only members of the Royal Guard and the Royal Family themselves were allowed to wear white armor and it made Vegeta sick every time he saw a weakling soldier wearing the sacred armor.
"Wait out here Nappa; I'll talk to him myself." Nappa just nodded, he didn't want to be in the room if things turned violent anyway. Frieza had a short temper and the giant saiyan was afraid Vegeta's demand would set him off and Nappa would be helpless to help his prince.
The young prince moved towards the door and the soldiers tried to bar his way. He growled at the soldiers and the quickly moved at off the young saiyan's path. They didn't want to die today. Once the idiots had moved out of his way, Vegeta swiftly entered into the throne room.
The prince quickly surveyed the scene before him as he continued walking towards the space tyrant. Frieza was in his hovercraft directly in front of him and both sides of him stood his most loyal henchmen, Zarbon and Dodoria. Zarbon was a tall, elegant looking man with blue skin and long, dark green hair that he put in a braid. The man was narcissist and was constantly worried about his appearance, but Vegeta knew that he could also be a vicious warrior. The prince had been on the receiving end of several "training" sessions at the blue warrior's hand. To Frieza's left, stood Dodoria who looked like a giant piece of chewed gum. Vegeta thought that the pink blob was completely useless, but he must have some skills since he was one of Frieza's top men. Vegeta stopped in front of the three when he was around twenty feet away from them and he noticed that they were in a heated discussion but they had stopped the minute they had noticed the young saiyan prince's presence.
"Prince Vegeta, what are you doing here?" asked Zarbon. He smirked as noticed how he had rattled the saiyan by mocking his title.
"Yeah you know nobody sees Lord Frieza unless he sends for you," added in Dodoria. The young prince glared at the pink blob. "And, as I recall, you haven't been sent for. So got out of here before you get hurt."
Vegeta opened his mouth to hurl an insult at the fat warrior but suddenly another voice interrupted him. "Let the boy speak his mind Dodoria. I'll allow this rude interruption this one time. Speak quickly my little prince before I lose my interest in what you came here for."
"Lord Frieza," just saying the name made Vegeta's entire body cringe. He hated that he had to address this lunatic with a title. It was humiliating that he was forced to play nice with this lizard just so he could go on a mission. "I would like to be assigned a combat mission. I'm tired of doing these dumb training sessions and drills; they're a waste of time. I am one of the strongest saiyans alive and it is a waste that I am stuck here while weaker warriors go on missions and fail where I would succeed. There is no reason why I should be stuck here while the rest of the saiyans are out doing missions and getting stronger!"
"Why you," said Zarbon. "How dare you address Lord Frieza in that manner! I should teach you a lesson in etiquette." Zarbon took a menacing step towards the young prince but Vegeta held his ground. He was not going to show fear to them, he wouldn't give them the satisfaction.
"Give him an assignment Zarbon."
The green haired warrior whipped his head around to face the hovercraft that still had its back turned to the saiyan prince. "But Lord Frieza…"
"The boy doesn't mean harm Zarbon. He just hasn't learned how to control his passion yet, but that will come in time. Give him the hardest assignment in the pool Zarbon, and Vegeta, do come back alive."
Vegeta was surprised; he hadn't expected the lizard to cave into his demand so quickly. He knelt down before the hovercraft and bowed his head to the creature he hated the most in the universe. "I will sire, thank you very much."
The tyrant chuckled, "You don't have to thank me Vegeta. You certainly earn your keep around here. Next time though mind your manners a little better, I will not tolerate such rudeness from you forever my little monkey prince." Vegeta's spine shivered as he heard the insult and he felt like attacking the lizard then and there but he simply stood up and walked out of the throne room and over to where Nappa was standing. The older saiyan was surprised to see his young charge return so quickly and unharmed.
"So how did it go?" asked Nappa as the pair of saiyans walked away from the throne room.
The young prince smirked. "I got us an assignment, the toughest one. Sounds like it might actually be a challenge for me." Vegeta's excitement from getting the mission was short lived though as he thought about the giver of the mission and the flame haired saiyan frowned.
"You know Nappa; I'm tired of having to go crawling to Frieza to get a damn combat mission." The prince's giant companion merely nodded. "One of these days, we want have to do that anymore. We won't be underneath that lizard's boot anymore and we saiyan's well be able to pick our own missions without having to ask for permission. One day I'm going to make Frieza pay for humiliating me and our entire race, and then we saiyans can take our rightful place as the strongest in the universe."
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"These saiyans are getting stronger everyday," said Zarbon as Frieza and his top henchmen continued the discussion they had been having. "This Bardock and his crew, for instance, taking over Kanassa. That job had been left in the poll even by our best squads but this Bardock and his crew were able to complete it almost effortlessly. And they are all low class saiyans! Just imagine how strong some of the elites could become in the future."
"I agree," added in Dodoria. "The saiyans are beginning to take all of the jobs available with a success rate that is unprecedented. If they keep this up they'll become to strong and we won't be able to control like we are now. They all resent the rest of us anyway, all it would take was a strong leader and they would rebel against us in a second."
"Someone like Vegeta," pondered Frieza as he thought about what his favorite monkey prince would be capable of one day.
"Yes exactly like Vegeta," said Zarbon. "Even now he is as strong many of our elite soldiers and that doesn't even take into count when there's a full moon. Put Vegeta and this Bardock fellow together and on a full moon even our best squads would be outclassed. I think only the Ginyu Force would have a chance of defeating them."
"I say we nip this problem in the butt now," remarked Dodoria. "Better to eliminate the threat now while it's manageable than try to deal with it when it's already out of hand."
"Yes I believe that we must deal with the saiyans," Frieza said as he turned his hovercraft around. "While no saiyan alive at the moment can even hold a candle to my power, they are getting stronger just as you said Zarbon. Sooner or later they will become a problem, I can just feel it, and especially if some saiyan such as Vegeta does achieve this Super Saiyan legend I have heard tales of. Yes, the saiyans must be destroyed."
"As you wish my lord," said both of his lieutenants.
"We must be thorough about this though," commented Frieza as he began to glide across the throne room. "I want every saiyan squad that is out on assignment tracked down and I only want my best squads involved in this. There must be no survivors. Dodoria I want you to personally see to it that this Bardock and his squad are dealt with. The most loyal of my men will destroy the saiyans that are out on missions and I will take care of Planet Vegeta myself. Also make sure that the men that are sent out know that if they ever speak a word of their assignment, they and the rest of their species will be the next I exterminate."
"Yes my Lord," responded Zarbon. "What of Vegeta? Should I send a squad after him and his bodyguard as well?"
The tyrant smirked. "No, I think I will keep my little monkey prince around. He will become a valuable asset in the future, especially since he won't have any reason to rebel since he has no people to free from my 'tyranny'."
"Very well sire, it shall be done." Dodoria turned right as the trio exited the throne room and the pink warrior raced down the corridor to gather his team so he could eliminate the saiyan named Bardock. Zarbon meanwhile remained at Frieza's side as they headed towards the hangar where Frieza's private ship was docked.
"Come Zarbon, I have fireworks scheduled at Planet Vegeta in 24 hours."
Thanks for reading the first chapter of Bonds of Comrades, please continue reading! For those of you concerned about my OC, Sirius is NOT a Mary Sue. He has his own distinct weakness and flaws that will cause him many problems in the future. He also gets his butt kicked several times, so it's not like he's invincible. By the way for his hair, it's Vegito's hair. This is because Vegito is the fusion of a first class saiyan and a third class saiyan so he would probably like the most like a second class saiyan. This is because in the series they often talk about how the social classes have many of the same physical characteristics, so that's my logic on his hair.
Author's Note: Chapter Rewritten 3/04/12
Please let me know what you think of this chapter, even if you've already read it before. This chapter has much more detail and I feel that it is better written than what it previously was so let me know what you think of it. This chapter will be the test subject for what I have been struggling with for awhile and whether or not I should re-write some of the earlier chapters to make them more of my standard of writing as it is now. So let me know if you think I should have kept the old chapter or if this was a good idea and I should rewrite some of the other chapter's as well. Anyway enjoy.