Chapter 1: A Hero is Born
It was a warm, peaceful night on the refugee planet. A young Saiyan was born, and destined to do great things. Dom was son of a young, bold Prince, Vegeta. He was destined to be a great warrior. In the crib next to the future King, a baby wailed angrily. Young Prince Dom rolled over trying to avoid the cries of the baby next to him. The young father then walked past the nursery. He pulled up his scouter and looked over the children. He pulled a nurse over and asked her to point out his son. The nurse pointed to Dom. Vegeta smiled when he realized that his child was the only one who was neither sleeping nor crying. He looked over the baby until his scouter could get a read on him. The scouter informed him that his son was not special. Despite all of his hopes, his sons' power level was only 5. He looked at the child next to Dom. The loud child had an average power level as well. It was only 6. "If we're ever going to rise up and topple Frieza, we'll need stronger Saiyans. These weaklings are a disgrace." Vegeta thought to himself. A doctor rushed back to Vegeta and alerted him that something was happening in the hospital. Apparently, Frieza had sent a few soldiers to destroy the building. Vegeta ran to the room where his wife would be recovering. To his horror, the room was nothing but flames. He tried to enter, but the flames roared wildly and prevented him from making any progress.
"Ana!" He roared. The room began to collapse and Vegeta crumbled to his knees.
"Frieza!" He bellowed. "This is the last time I'll let you get away with hurting my family!"
Vegeta punched the ground and looked down the hallway. He spotted a soldier running through the halls. Vegeta pushed himself to his feet and stormed after the monster. He caught up behind the soldier and delivered a swift kick to the back of his head. He fell and his scouter fell off. Vegeta looked at the trembling warrior. It was Pare. As he scrambled to his scouter, Vegeta stepped over him and stood over the scouter. Pare reached for it desperately.
"Do you want your scouter?" Vegeta asked humorously.
Pare grunted. His eyes filled with hate. Vegeta smiled at the pathetic grunt. He raised his boot and stomped down on the scouter and it exploded. Pares' eyes widened in fear. Vegeta laughed. "Call for backup now!" He taunted. Vegeta pulled Pare by his long white hair. His olive green face was now covered in nervous sweat. "This is for all the Saiyans you just killed!" Vegeta cocked back and punched Pare out of his hand. As Pare tumbled back Vegeta slowly walked over to him. He picked him up again. ""This is for the innocent babies!" He punched him again. Pare flew back again, now to tired to move. "And This…!" Vegeta charged a ki blast in his hand. "This is for Ana!" Vegeta blasted Pare into dust. He walked away from the explosion, fighting back his tears. As he passed the nursery, he spotted his child. "Dom" He whispered. The name 'Dom' meant a gift from god, and now Vegeta prayed for a gift to help him through this. He broke into the Nursery which had been partially evacuated. Dom was one of the only remaining infants in the burning room. Vegeta picked up his son and cradled him in his arms. The baby didn't cry, though he was woken up. The two's eyes met. Vegeta smiled.
"Hi, Dom." He smiled, "I'm your daddy."
The child smiled at his father. Vegeta held his child close and left the burning building. Vegeta realized the attack was meant to destroy the Saiyans. He knew he couldn't let that happen. He quickly organized a meeting among all of the Saiyans.
"Frieza thinks that he can break us by killing our children!" He called. "We may not be ready for a full-fledged war with him, but we are Saiyans!" The crowd began to cheer. Vegeta could feel the electricity in the air. He was the leader, and he was respected by everyone. "We've lost many great Saiyans. But we cannot let them break us!" Vegeta's mind turned to Ana. He missed her dearly. Then, he looked down at his son. This child was the only remaining member of his family. He held him tight. "I won't let Frieza hurt you." He whispered softly to his son.
Vegeta knew that if the Saiyans fought back now, they'd be slaughtered. Instead, he decided to bide his time. The Saiyans were all told that it was an act of terrorism from the original inhabitants of the planet. Vegeta knew this was for the best. He wouldn't be able to stop his brothers if they knew who was responsible for the death of so many mothers, and even worse, the children.