Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon ball Z or any of the character's except for all my OC's.

Summary: Shortly before Vegeta came to Earth, he gave birth to a child. Years later when he and his son's paths collide for a short period of time, Vegeta realizes that he must save his son from the terrible abuse he had been forced to endure. Now, with the help of Goku, he must travel across space to the boys adoptive planet and rescue him before it's too late. I'm bad at summaries :P

Warning: Rated M for language, abuse, rape, mpreg, etc.

This is NOT a Goku/Vegeta fanfiction. Sorry, I hope I didn't disappoint anyone.

The boy with the blindfold

Prologue: A child born in darkness

Vegeta's eyes flickered open as the sounds of soft wailing broke through his ears. He ignored it and looked at his surroundings. He was on a bed in a room. The room itself was large but rather empty, the walls were light silver, and across the room was a door, and there was another door to his left. He couldn't remember where he was and his head was still throbbing from the rude awakening. Just when he closed his eyes, the noise sounded again.

'Ugh what the hell is making that damn noise?!' he growled to himself. He rubbed the blurriness from his eyes as he turned his head to the side. He looked confused at the cradle that stood next to him. He wondered how he hadn't noticed it earlier.

'Why in the hell is that in here… oh,' he thought as realization of the past few months set in. He had severe nausea for a few weeks, not long after he finished a particularly painful heat which Frieza, ever so kindly helped him endure. Not that cared anymore, over the years he had grown used to Frieza's sick, perverted ways. Anyways he had been sick all morning and all night which was strange, considering that he, being a saiyan, rarely got sick, and if he did, the symptoms would be far more severe than this. Though to be safe, he asked Nappa about it, for Raditz had just left a few months ago for his year long journey to the planet Earth to retrieve his younger saiyan brother. Nappa hadn't a clue what was the problem, so Vegeta ignore it.

The problem escalated to the point in which he got painful cramps that lasted for hours on end. Unable to train and eat, he grew angry for he didn't even know what the problem was. Not long after that he had terrible diarrhea. As embarrassing as it was, he still consulted Nappa again to see if he could now recognize it as a saiyan-related disease he might have now that the symptoms were more severe. Once Vegeta finished however, Nappa paled.

"What Nappa? Do you know what's wrong with me or not?" Vegeta snapped at his caretaker.

"Well I-I have a t-theory, but I didn't think it was still possible…" Nappa said looking away.

"What? Tell me damn it!"

"W-well," Nappa said, looking away from the prince, "a long time ago on Planet Vegeta, we had a terrible plague that threatened the survival of the saiyan race. Since saiyan males have a better immune system, the majority of our men survived, though nearly all of our females were wiped out.

"As time went by, the few females that did survive were having a hard time conceiving and carrying the child to full term, or even surviving the pregnancy as their bodies had been permanently weakened by the plague. Our race was dying out, so," Nappa paused, "the saiyan males evolved to have children."

Vegeta looked wide-eyed at Nappa, why the hell hadn't he known this?

"After our numbers came back up we didn't need to have male pregnancies anymore, so the ability for them to have children died out. Though I guess it didn't die out completely…" Nappa muttered.

"Nappa, where are you going with this?" Vegeta said looking at the floor.

"I-I think you're pregnant Prince, Vegeta…"

". . ."

"Uh my prince…?" Nappa asked as he leaned towards the door, hoping to have an easy escape for when the prince blew his top.

"How long will this pregnancy be?" Vegeta asked finally, not moving his eyes from the spot on the floor.

"Uh, when was your last heat?" Nappa replied, still unsure if the prince was alright or not.

"A month and a half ago."

"Well I'm not sure how long this brat will be in there considering his changeling blood, or even if it's possible to for the child to be carried full term, though a saiyan pregnancy is around seven months."

'Nearly five months before this thing is here, and were not even sure if it will come sooner or later than that! What the hell, this happening so fucking quick!'

"Can I still fight?" Vegeta asked finally.

"A saiyan stomach turns hard and acts as shield so a pregnant female or male can still fight while the baby grows and develops. The stomach is designed to protect against an attack around your classes' power level and under. Considering you're and elite that's pretty high. A blow from higher than the estimated elite power level will severely injure the brat, if not kill it."

Vegeta nodded. If Frieza sent him on another purging mission he shouldn't have a problem, though he would have to avoid some of the other soldiers on the ship. The ones who were stronger than him seemed to find amusement in torturing him physically.

Vegeta then saw Nappa staring at him strangely, and he prayed he wouldn't say anything else.

"Well, I guess saiyans do have strong bonds with their children," Nappa said with understanding.

"I do NOT have a bond with this spawn of the devil. I don't give a rat's ass what happens to this damned fucking inconvenience!" Vegeta shouted crossing his arms. He refused to admit the reason he wanted to keep the brat was because he… cared, because he didn't. To get rid of the kid would mean a hard hit in the stomach from a force stronger than his own elite power level. Why cause himself unnecessary pain over a single brat. Birthing the child would probably be less painful anyways right?

Vegeta stood and went to the door, "I don't want anyone to know about this, and I mean no one. Got it?"

"Y-yes, Prince Vegeta."

After that, Vegeta didn't talk much about the pregnancy, though Nappa made sure to keep a watchful eye on the prince. The pregnancy wasn't that bad at this point, with only the occasion morning sickness. He was able to avoid the other soldiers on the ship for the most part, only getting an insult here and there. Though he soon was in discomfort again as his feet and back started to ache, though it was nothing a saiyan couldn't handle.

He continued to train, though his only partner was Nappa for he didn't want to have explain to anyone why he would need to stop halfway through to run to the bathroom, or when the occasional cramps would be so unbearable that he had to sit out. He asked Nappa why his pregnancy was being rougher than usual. He told him it was probably because the brat was half Changeling. With that being the extent to the issue, he wasn't to upset with the pregnancy.

It was when his stomach started to show that Vegeta grew nervous.

At first, he used the armor to cover the hard stomach, which worked up until he reached the sixth month, when the stomach started to stretch the expandable armor. At that point he rarely left his room, doing all of his eating and bathroom matters in the early morning when no one was awake, and at night when everyone was asleep. No one was really suspicious of Vegeta's disappearance, assuming he was out on a mission. Frieza himself hadn't noticed for he was too busy with his own matters to bother Vegeta. Not that he minded, the farther Frieza was away from him the better. As he hit the seven month mark, his tail had begun to swell and oozed a clear white substance. Repulsed, Vegeta asked Nappa about it. He told him his tail was getting ready for nursing, which meant the child should be born about after two weeks. The final two weeks had been fine for Vegeta, except for his tail beginning to ache so badly that doing the simple task of wrapping it around his waist became painful. He decided to just leave the appendage alone.

Finally as he entered the third week Vegeta have his first contraction. He had been napping amongst a bunch of blankets and pillows he placed in the corner as a makeshift nest. He was unsure as to why he had such a desire to do this, though it started to make sense as the second wave hit. It was painful, far more painful than he originally expected.

'Fuck, I'm going into labor. Why does it hurt so much? I probably should've just taken the punch in the stomach!' he bit his lip as another contraction racked through. The contractions were close and he just started! He called out for Nappa, only to have realized that the buffoon was in the lunchroom eating. Vegeta growled as the next contraction hit him hard, burying his face in the pillows beneath him. He peeled the spandex down off his shoulders so the bunched at his waistline. He hoisted his rear in the air and kept his face pressed into the pillow. While it relieved some of the pressure, it didn't much help with the pain.

"ARG!" he cried out as another one hit, good gods how long was this going to take?! He heard a knock at the door.

"Nappa?" Vegeta called out, panting.

"No, it's Zarbon, Frieza wishes to speak with you," he called through the door. Oh no. Now was not the time for Frieza to make his life a living Hell.

"O-okay, t-tell him I'll be w-with him in a- AHH," Vegeta cried out before he could bit down on the pillow.

"Vegeta? What the hell is going on in there?" Zarbon asked. Vegeta could hear him pressing the code to his room.

"NO!" Vegeta yelled, "Don't come in here!" too late. The door slid upward, revealing Zarbon standing with an annoyed look on his face.

It quickly changed to astounded, "Vegeta what the hell are you doing?" he his voice squeaked in surprise. Vegeta bit down on the pillow as another contraction hit, blood staining his nether regions.

Zarbon glanced at the blue, bloody spandex, and then his eyes trailed up to Vegeta's round, swollen belly.

His eyes widen, "Vegeta, are you… giving birth?"

Vegeta was going to reply something smart when he felt another pain, all he could do was nod weakly into the pillow.

Zarbon glared, then smirked, "so, this is why you've been hiding for so long." Shit. He hoped no one had noticed.

"Hmm, I should probably get you to the medical ward, though I really don't think you're sorry ass deserves help," Zarbon sighed at Vegeta's muffled moan, "though then again if I was pregnant I wouldn't be too eager to have everyone find out either. All right monkey, I will show you sympathy this once but it's not for you, I'm doing this because it's Frieza's kid." Zarbon said as he left the room. What? How did he know it was Frieza's? Zarbon knew damn well Frieza wasn't the only one who took pleasure in sexually abusing the saiyan Adonis. Vegeta growled as a stronger contraction hit. He didn't have time to be worrying about such idiotic things; he needed to focus on getting the devil's offspring out of him. Zarbon had returned with a few medics and a stretcher. The medics lifted him out of his nest and onto the carrier and began to push him down the halls. Since it was dinnertime, hardly anyone was present in the hallway and the ones that were weren't of any importance to Vegeta. He cried out as another contraction hit, he felt a needle get pressed into his forearm. He could already feel himself lose consciousness.

Before he finally let the darkness surround him completely, he heard Zarbon said to a random soldier they passed, "send word to Frieza that Vegeta is about to birth his child. I think he will find the news to be very interesting indeed."

And that brought him back to the present. He had a child. He, Prince Vegeta, had a snot-nosed, noisy, hideous brat. He thought a moment at his last unspoken insult. He couldn't really call the brat ugly if he never seen it right? He wasn't even sure of the gender of the creature yet. No, he wouldn't look at it. He didn't care one single bit about the infant that was supposed to be his child. He didn't have the time or the patience for a child. Wait, scratch that, he didn't even have the desire to acknowledge the creature in the first place. There was no way in Hell he would waste his time with this sniveling disgrace across from him. He had more important things to do, then to worry about some baby.

Especially one of Frieza's.

That thought made Vegeta frown. This child was not only his, but Frieza's as well. The wailing babe in the cradle beside him shared Frieza's cold, changeling blood. The perfect link between Vegeta and the person he hated most. He growled as the child's cries grew slightly louder.

"Oh, what do you want?!" Vegeta said as he finally lifted himself up from the bed and leaned over the cradle. He pulled the thin blanket back to uncover the child. His eyes widened at the sight.

The creature was not at all what he originally expected.

The child was male and was a little small, smaller than a normal saiyan child. He had short black that barely brushed the cushion beneath his head, probably not full grown because he wasn't a full saiyan. His skin was a smooth manila color, his cheeks red from his wailing. Vegeta then looked past the baby to its tail. It was furless, and with a quick measurement in his head he realized it was the same length as a saiyans baby's tail.

'Interesting,' Vegeta thought to himself, 'I wonder if this tail will serve the same purpose as a saiyan one.'

Once he finished that thought, the baby cracked his eyes open; Vegeta shivered and looked away.

The child's eyes were the same malicious, cold, murderous, red eyes as Frieza's.

Vegeta then thought for a moment, and turned back to face the child who was now crying again, but left his eyes open. Yes, true the coloring was red but, these eyes were…. Different.

These eyes weren't cold, but warm; they weren't malicious, but gentle. His eyes didn't look nearly the same as someone's who had seen thousands and thousands of brutal murders, and still took pride in knowing they had all been in his name.

He leaned over the cradle again, "Why do you keep making that noise?" he asked in annoyance. He got no reply except for more wailing. He growled and tried to think of more things Nappa had told him about saiyan babies. He recalled a few tips, but none that seemed of any use in this situation. Just great.

Completely losing his patience, he leaned further into the cradle and brought his hands down. Unconsciously making sure to keep one under the child's neck, he gentle lifted the creature into his arms. The baby stopped crying and put a pouty lip, indicating more crying was not far behind.

"Uh, shit, I don't know what to do with you!" he growled and puffed his tail out in frustration. He looked at it and thought a moment.

'Well I know that Nappa said something about saiyan children nursing from the tail, perhaps that's the problem… ugh this better work.'

Just as the baby was about to start another set of crying, Vegeta brought his tail out and wiggled it over the child's lips. The child made an 'O' with his mouth. Vegeta smirked and brought the tip of the tail fully into the child's mouth and the creature began to suck feverishly. Finally, something is working out for a change.

He chuckled at the eagerness of the child, "you eat like you never had food before!"

Though Vegeta would never admit it to anyone; the sight before him, was one he never thought he'd see. This creature, was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen in his cold and disgusting life (considering he was expecting a mini Frieza to be waiting in the crib). This mere infant, was like a light in his darkness; a diamond amongst his rough; a savior, of his long forgotten soul. Perhaps he could change, for his baby, give the child a life worth living. The thought of living alone with his baby, raising him, training him, almost seemed rather.

Nice.

'No,' Vegeta thought, cutting through his fantasy, 'I need to defeat Frieza first, but I'm just not ready. I need more time; more power, more training, and I don't need the distraction. What am I even saying? It would be a disgrace for me to raise the enemy's child! Though this kid has done nothing wrong, he deserves a good life. I could raise him to better, better than both Frieza and I! No, I can't keep him here on this ship,' Vegeta sighed. Frieza's ship was no place for a child, he knew that first hand, 'what am I going to do with you, brat?'

By now, word must have already reached Frieza about the birth of his child. The thought of the tyrant getting his cold, pale fingers on his baby did not sit well with Vegeta. He had no idea what Frieza would do once he got his hands on the infant, and the prince didn't really like any of the scenarios that came to mind. The sound of the child's small creamy lips smacking broke Vegeta from his reverie.

"Hmm, I guess I should burp you now," he said as he raised the child to his shoulder. He rapped his fingers lightly on the small back. After a few moments, a lit burp sounded the room. The saiyan prince chuckled as he brought the infant back down into his arms. The child looked up at its mother and yawned. Vegeta smiled and brought his tail up to his child's face and waved it, coating the air around the cub with his scent. The child yawned again and closed his eyes. It pained Vegeta to do this action as short, choppy memories filled his head.

He was snuggled in bed, with his newborn brother lying next to him. His four-year old mind, while advanced, was not able to comprehend why his mother was saying goodbye. They were only going to sleep, what was she saying bye for? He merely nodded, not willing to work his mind this hard when all he wanted was to feel his mother's sweet scent fill his nose. He smiled when she finally brought her tail out, waving the appendage in front of him and his brother. Vegeta closed his eyes as she opened her lips…

He growled as he felt his eyes water at the only memory of his mother. He had taught himself a long time ago to stop being hurt about stupid things. So what if he had no idea what happened to his mother, so what if he had no idea which planet his brother resided on if he was even alive, so what if his father was dead.

So what if he was alone.

Vegeta's felt an unfamiliar pain in his chest. He never really gave much thought on this subject since he was child, though now it did make sense. Aside from the two imbeciles that lived on this damned ship with him, and Raditz' third-class brother, he was the last of his race. He had no family, and no real friends. Sure Nappa and Raditz were comrades, though they didn't love him. They cared for his safety, but they had to do that, he was their prince and nothing more. He cared about absolutely no one, and no one truly cared about him.

Vegeta almost wanted to cry at that. Even as a grown man, the thought of having no one to love him, or anyone to return to emotion too hurt. He had no one to turn to, no one who cared if he lived or didn't (sure Nappa and Raditz would mourn, though not for him, but for the royal title he so carried), no one who would say they were proud of him and meant it, no one who would care if his body was lying in a ditch somewhere to slowly be eaten away as his soul spent an eternity of solitary pain in Hell.

He truly was alone.

He looked down at the child that lay sleeping in his arms. No, he wasn't alone. He had his son; he knew right now that he could no longer deny that he loved the boy, and would do anything for him. This was his family, his love, his world. This was now his reason to never give up. He had to survive and fight, he had to win.

For the both of them.

"I blame you," he said to the child, "I never thought this much about sentimental bullshit until you came along." He smoothed the skin of the baby's cheek with his tail.

"Aw, well isn't that just sweet?" Vegeta closed his eyes as the familiar voice filled his ears.

"Well Vegeta you sneaky dog, how did you ever manage to hide this from me?" the ugly voice said as the door closed behind him. Vegeta curled his toes.

"Come now Vegeta, don't be stingy; I want to see our child too!" he heard the footsteps get closer.

"My, my," Frieza with overly dramatic amazement, "he sure is a saiyan looking thing, mind if I hold him?"

Vegeta gripped the child closer to him, wrapping his tail protectively around the infant.

"Oh why are you being so overprotective Vegeta? You're really not going to let the brat met his daddy?" Vegeta felt Frieza's hands getting closer.

"No!" he shouted as he leaped from the bed, running to the other side of the room. Just as he reached the door, Frieza appeared in front of him.

"Going somewhere?" Frieza asked with a smirk. Vegeta growled and spun around. He didn't make it far when a searing pain in his lower back made him cry out and fall to his knees.

"Oh Vegeta," Frieza said as he tighten his grip on the tail, breaking the sensitive bones, "you really being careless today aren't you?"

Vegeta bit his lip to keep from screaming as he heard the baby start to wail.

"Oh look now he's crying. You're not a very good mother Vegeta," Frieza said placing his foot on Vegeta's tail. He leaned over the trembling saiyan and pulled the baby from his arms.

"No!" Vegeta cried out, "Leave him alone!"

Frieza continued to walk out the door.

Vegeta tried to move, but the pain in his tail was too great to overcome, "please, I'll do anything, just leave my baby alone! Please don't take him from me, he's mine!"

"Oh but alas Vegeta," Frieza said as he paused at the door, "he's my brat too," and with that, he was gone.

"No, no, no, no," Vegeta whispered to himself. He had been so close, so close to being happy, and now it was gone. It was almost as if he could hear his heart crumbling. He had been careless. He knew he shouldn't have opened his cold stone heart just to have it destroyed all over again. This was what love did to you, you open up your soul to it, leave yourself completely vulnerable, and in return it gave you a shattered heart and a painfully aloneness. He felt an unbearable pain as he thought of his mother, brother, father, and now child that was taken away from him. This was it, the last straw. He had been to open in the past, but that was all over. And just before the pain from his tail pulled him into unconsciousness, he vowed to no longer care, no longer love, though this rule had been established for well over 20 years of his life already, he wouldn't break it as he had just now. No matter what circumstance, no matter how much someone tried, he would never feel this pointless emotion ever again. Just as he finished his vow, tears slid down his face as he slid into unconsciousness.

The kid didn't even have a name.

TBC

Thanks for reading! This was my first real fanfiction (that PGGZ one I wrote when I was like 10 was really stupid and I am not going count that as a fanfiction nor am I going to finish that). I got a little better at writing so I thought I'd try again with fanfiction. I wasn't really sure if I wanted to write this but I kind of like this idea so tell me what you think. The next chapter will be about 11 years into the future which should be after the Maijin Buu saga (because this is literally right before Vegeta went to Earth. I counted the years but I'm not really good at math so correct me if I'm wrong). So yeah read and review!