A/N: I've had this idea for a while in my mind so I'll be updating this story, A New Lamest, and a story currently not on fanfiction. The chapter names will be after various songs. Thanks to WildVegeta I came up with this idea. This chapter's for you!
Disclaimer: So Future Trunks will be doing the disclaimers. Take it away Trunks!
Trunks:"dbzfan8 does not own DBZ, it belongs to Akira Toriyama. *Mumbles* But why did he have to make the androids come?"
Chapter 1: Hello (Evanescene)
His body ached all over. It was so hard to soak it in from the intense training. He was sick of it. He couldn't stand it anymore. The training, it was too agonizing! It was too harsh this time, to diligent! That one had been too forceful yet again. His wounds were very severe this time. He felt as if he could just lie down and die, but no, he could not give up his pride. He just had to suck it up again. He had to take it; nothing could kill him, not even Frieza, as long as there was breath in his body, his pride stood strong.
The thought of little Prince Vegeta kept drifting into his mind as the meeting went on. Every few minutes his wife, Star, would have to bump his arm to remind him to listen to the important stuff they were talking about. He couldn't help it; it was hard to think Frieza could go very… well… gentle on him. Prince Vegeta was only a child! What use would he be to Frieza? Of course he didn't doubt that the prince would be a great warrior to the Saiyan race, and a great use to Frieza's army, but the thought of him being abused by Frieza made the king dither. It would only be a matter of time before Frieza gave him so vital wounds that the rejuvenation tanks it would be indeterminate weather they would heal or not. Of course, startling his thoughts, Star had to jounce his arm once again to make him pay any bit of attention. He would think about it later while they were not busy.
This time that lizard had left him to his own pitiful fate. This time that tyrannical lizard was making him writhe to the tanks. But that's not what he was going to do. He stumbled over to the edge of the cliff. This was now. It was time for him to except his fate of the afterlife, even as a young child. Now was time to give up his pride. After all, as long as there was breath in his body, his pride would stay. He thought merely of the fact that he was not giving up, for he was merely jumping. And when he died, his pride would no longer stand, no longer live on. It was just the mere fate that the young child had, and must, accept his very lamentable moirai. Even if thought wrong, he would have to do it anyway. No one was forcing him to do it, only himself.
He escalated off the ground. The dark ground awaited him, anticipating for the little child to come forth. It might have been too soon but little Prince Vegeta couldn't stand it anymore. This would be the last time Frieza tortured him. Suicide, it was the only answer. He didn't care. He hated Frieza with all his heart, all his mind. Prince Vegeta didn't want to be a puppet for anymore of his time, his life! Thus he would commit suicide.
They had been searching for hours! There was no sight of the prince. Now Nappa and Raditz were getting quite solicitous. They quickly thought of telling the kind, but they didn't want to get into trouble. Using there scouters didn't work, there were too many Saiyans on the planet, and scrutinizing took too long, and they couldn't find him anyways. Nothing helped, and now they were out of ideas. Nappa and Raditz split up to avoid any questions about where the prince was and what he was doing. Could they do anything about it? Anything at all? They were baffled, dumbfounded! What were they to do? Nothing helped until Raditz actually thought of something.
Good the meetings over, King Vegeta thought. It was just hard to get his mind off of the prince. Star tried to reassure him that he would be fine, Raditz and Nappa could take care of him. He would be in the rejuvenation tanks as soon as possible. But the queen's words didn't sound so assuring to him, the king. Raditz and Nappa might not be able to handle him so well. He hadn't been so worried about his son like this for a while. No, he had never felt like this. In a way, the king felt that something calamitous would happen to the prince today. He didn't know how he thought so; he just felt it in a way. Maybe it was the parent instinct that was finally being a use! Well it hadn't been a use at first. Or... well... it was kind of a use. It was only Vegeta at the age of 2 walking around in his underwear because he didn't know how to put his clothing on because he got tired of sitting in the bath tub... He guessed it was sort of a use but still, he couldn't be quite reassured.
"Ok, here's what we'll do. I think this calls for a flashback."
"Are you sure Raditz? Well, flashbacks are more interesting to watch then a person talking."
(Flashback)
"I was thinking of what we should do to find the prince when a frog hopped by. It seemed to be going somewhere, so, I decided to follow the quadruped animal. It went near a cave and hopped in. Why did the frog live in the cave, I don't know but that was it."
(End of flashback)
"Then it hit me! Why had we kept searching on land and air when it was actually quite obvious about what we should have done? The answer is very conspicuous; we shouldn't have wasted our time searching on plain ground. What we should have done was look in caves, cliffs, and caverns! That's why we wasted our time. Don't you agree Nappa?"
"I could've thought of that, as long as that rabbit came near me!"
"It was a frog Nappa. At least I think it was…"
"Let's go look for little Vegeta now!"
"What do you mean "There not here"!" The King had started to yell as soon as he figured out that Raditz and Nappa were gone as soon as he asked the guard.
"Well… sir… they left an hour ago, I'm not entirely sure what happened to them. They said-"
"I don't care what they said, I don't care how long they've been gone, just find them now!"
His vision was blurry, his body didn't work, and he had no idea where the heck he was. Was he in hell, perhaps? It could have been heaven. Maybe something in between, anything! But alas, no, he was not. Only a dark, cold, damp, ground, he was to lie down on. Nothing was around him as far as he could see. He exhaled, his breath was dilapidated. He tried to move his battered and broken body. Even his preeminent accomplishment wasn't worth it; he had to face the fact. He couldn't move.
Then it came to his mind. He wasn't dead. Suicide had failed. Now he knew that he had to face the wrath of Frieza for trying to kill himself. That tyrannical lizard wouldn't like it at all. The last thing Frieza wanted was him dead, though Vegeta, himself, thought that Frieza would hate the fact that he needed him. That he was actually a use more than those other pitiful Saiyans. Now there was nothing to do besides lay down and die, but he knew very well that wouldn't work. Great, just great. I'm lying down on a cave floor, Raditz and Nappa are bound to be looking for me, the fact that since I'm not back my mom and dad are probably worried, and if I do live through this, I'll have to face the acrimony, conniption, and asperity of Frieza, the young Saiyan thought. Then something interrupted his thoughts. A small raindrop percolated from the clouds, and onto his face.
"Do you see him yet?" Raditz yelled over the storm which had just begun.
"No, and it's going to take forever now that the storm is here!"
"I know. What are we supposed to do now?"
"We better go back to the palace and search for Prince Vegeta when the storm lightens up."
"But if we do we'll get our asses kicked!
"We might as we'll go back. If we don't then we'll get our asses kicked by the storm!"
"Damn you, Nappa. Just damn you."
"Harsh. Stupid fucking storm, now what are we going to tell the king?"
"That's something I don't know. I just don't know."
"Of course you don't know Raditz!"
"Just shut the hell up Nappa. Dammit, what are we going to tell him?"
"We'll have to figure that out on the way I guess. This is just so fucking great," Nappa said as he let out a sigh.
The rain started pouring down. All's Vegeta could do was lie down in the storm and wait it out. It wasn't like he could do anything about it; he was as good as dead. Suicide had failed, but it wouldn't prevent him from dying of dehydration or famishment. At least, he thought, Frieza won't have to punish me. I rather live the rest of my life in hell of heaven than be beaten on by that tyrannical lizard. Or get punished by my mom or dad, they could be pretty harsh. Of course, when his mom didn't adore his cuteness. At this thought, a tear of sadness trickled down his cheek. If, or when, he passed on no more would he see his mom or dad. Of course he never showed it but he loved his family so much. His mom, his dad, he wouldn't see them until they passed on to otherworld. Of course, that would mean they would have to go to hell if he was in heaven, or thee opposite of that. He'd just have to cope, he would have to wait.
Star kept pacing back and forth, nervous and distressed. She couldn't help being distraught, her poor little Vegeta was lost somewhere in the wild storm, and she couldn't help but feel beleaguer, Vegeta was gone and there was nothing she could do about it. The thought made her cry, thinking about Vegeta made her cry, even the thought of Vegeta crying made her cry. Her poor little boy, possibly gone forever because of this storm and Frieza! Because of Frieza, he was beaten to a pulp, and now it made him be lost in a storm, and possibly die! The reason Star wouldn't bother King Vegeta is because he had "Kingly duties to do." All's she could do was sit and sigh.
No, I mustn't give up my pride. I vowed, as long as I have breath in my body, I would not give up. I can't be broken, I'll be out of here soon, Vegeta thought, and it was true. His pride stood strong, stronger than ever before. Now was the time to get out of here. But it wasn't the time to face Frieza, not yet at least. You see, he planned to demolish Frieza as soon as he was strong enough. He had to wait for the right time.
Vegeta pushed his body, letting out what little strength he had left to start levitating. His limp, almost lifeless body started to float upwards as he struggled to get atop the cliff. His side had a sharp shot of pain, piercing the area, causing him to wobble to one side in the air. But he pushed himself a little farther up, using more of his strength to continue onward up the cliff. More and more, he kept on advancing his strength, moving onward. The rocks crashed down before him as the storm rolled on, rain pouring down, and lightning smashing down upon the ground. Dark clouds swirled up in the sky as thunder boomed and echoed throughout the land. Never could there be such a worse storm in his life, or at least, as he had seen.
As Raditz and Nappa searched the tunnels (occasionally getting stuck in a few), caves, and holes (no matter how small they were), the two came across a big cliff. Raditz peered down the cliff, grasping onto the edge, for he did not want to fall down to his sudden death at the age of 15. But as he scoured the sides of the cliff something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. Could it be, was it him?
"Nappa, look over there!" It was hard to shout through the roar of the storm.
"Is that Vegeta? Could it really be him?"
"Let's go check it out! C'mon, we have to hurry!"
Raditz and Nappa flew as fast as he could towards the figure that lay floating in the center area of the cliff. It was hard to believe that it was possibly Prince Vegeta! Raditz and Nappa gained on the figure. It didn't look very happy as it lifted his head, reveling that he was the very person they were looking for. It was Vegeta, battered, beaten, and bloody. Raditz and Nappa rushed forward, scooping Vegeta up in there arms, crushing every bone that wasn't already broken (- his neck and skull). Raditz and Nappa where overjoyed, there asses wouldn't get kicked after all!
A/N: Wow, Raditz actually thought of something! I'll be posting another story called My Life With Black Popo. I hope you'll read it, there's more to come of this story!