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Dragonball: The Final Saga
Prelude To a Nightmare
Planet Vegeta
"Jere, my son, come here, I need your assistance" Creyos yelled to summon his son. "Coming father!" . The young Saiyan ran to his father eagerly to clean the throne of King Vegeta . For some reason the child was fond of the golden throne, almost attached to it, when the king or his gaurds weren't around of course. The middle aged Creyos smiled in delight as he saw his son' eyes as he gazed upon the golden, royal structure. As he watched his son, Creyos replayed the images in his head of an almost prophetic dream he had on the night he was born that his son would one day become the King of All Saiyans. Creyos couldn't help but smile at the thought of young Jere's potential.
C reyos had been living as a servant for the royal court the Saiyans Elite for most of his adult life. Creyos' father was a low class Saiyan who had helped conquer many planets in his time. Creyos was born a sickly infant with a power level below "1". The humbled Saiyan father pleaded to King Vegeta himself that his son not be discarded like most weak or sick infants. " Please my king, don't let them kill my son, he is my only child, and besides me, the last living male in my family, the last symbol of my family's legacy. I beg of you my lord, spare his life." the Saiyan yelled in desperation. " And if I do, what will you do for me, Creyon. " The Saiyan thought hard as to what he could do for a man who had everything. " King Vegeta, I shall give you my son as a servant to your kingdom." King Vegeta pondered for a while until his thoughts were interrupted by Creyon. " That is, until he becomes a man". King Vegeta's eyebrows raised at Creyon's words. " And when will he become a man?" Vegeta asked with agitation in his voice. " On his twentieth birthday, then he is yours." King Vegeta agreed and the boy and his father have lived contently ever since.
On Creyos' twentieth birthday, tax collectors stormed into Creyon's small home in the West nation of Planet Vegeta. Creyon had been on a mission to the planet Lakoon when his son was dragged off to King Vegeta's palace by tax collectors. " My son has been what……!!" Creyon was furious at the King for not waiting for his return to take his son from him. " He didn't even let me tell him goodbye. Grrrr. I'll kill that pompous ass of a king." What he hadn't realized was that his ships radio system was still activated. The soldier he spoke with immediately reported Creyon to King Vegeta. A trial was soon to follow the Saiyan's return to Planet Vegeta.
The King was disturbed by the news of Creyon's insolence towards him. " What kind of fool begs for his own son's life, and then slanders the one he begs so openly." The doors to hi throne room were opened with haste. King Vegeta immediately recognized the face of the boy that was being dragged by the debt collectors of the West Nation. "So this is Creyon's son " Vegeta uttered while stroking his beard.
"Come with us." the first guard spoke." What are talking about, I'm going to go see my son" Creyon said firmly."Either come with us peacefully, or we'll beat you until you submit" the second guard uttered. " Are you mad, do you see the condition I'm in, I couldn't fight ba…… The first guard interrupted Creyon. "Your choice, sir" Creyon could only look at them with the greatest confusion.
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