Hurtling through the icy reaches of space, a white orb races through the void. In it's wake it leaves behind a raging conflict, and what now is home to some of the greatest warriors in the universe will soon become the funeral pyre of an entire race. The orb is a small space craft, and through the small circular window at it's front can be seen an infant. Helpless. Oblivious to the circumstances surrounding it's fate. All too soon the child will number among the last of it's kind, but for now his people fight against an enemy they cannot begin to comprehend…
King Vegeta, great-grandson of his namesake, awaits the arrival of Lord Freiza. With countless planets and races under his dominion, Freiza has taken a special interest in the saiyans. Unlike most inhabited worlds his fleet discovered, the saiyans had resisted his invasion with surprising effectiveness. Most noticeably on the centennial rising of the full moon. Instead of merely destroying them as he would usually have done, he put a cease to the invasion, and offered to allow the saiyans both to maintain control of their own planet, and have the opportunity to join him willingly. In so doing, he said, they would avoid certain destruction, but also have the opportunity to fight an endless array of powerful warriors from across the galaxy.
While the saiyans were far too confident in their own power (and too ignorant) to believe that they would ever be defeated by Frieza, they saw for themselves the chance to test their abilities in ways never before imagined. If fighting Frieza's armies were any indication, then this was too good to pass up.
The then current king made Frieza a counter offer. "If you can defeat my strongest warrior in battle, then we will join you." To this Frieza replied "Bring me your five strongest warriors, and if they can defeat my lieutenant, I shall oblige your request." The king believed that Frieza was joking, but when it became apparent he was not the king summoned his five strongest men.
Once they had gathered the king mocked "I have my men, where is this mighty lieutenant of yours?" A cold and wicked smile played across Friezas' face. "Dodoria, if you please." From the midst of Friezas' entourage emerged a rather rotund alien with pink skin and purple lips. From his forearms and head came spiky protrusions, and was adorned in blue armor of that same general design that all of Friezas' soldiers wore. The saiyans thought him laughable, albeit a grotesque sort of laughable. And though they did not know it, he was grotesque even by the standards of his own people.
"My lord." Dodoria spoke as he turned to face the diminutive tyrant, bowing. He then turned his attention to the five warriors across from him. He marked the contempt on their faces. As those who were to observe arranged themselves into a large ring, Dodoria moved into the center, while the saiyans positioned themselves around him.
The malevolent minion of Frieza licked his dry, slug-like lips with a pale tongue as he waited for word to commence the battle, and touched the strange device attached to his face. His scouter gave him a reading on the fighting powers of those closest to him. He smiled. King Vegeta stood at the edge of the ring, smugly anticipating the slaughter he was about to witness. His eyes met Friezas, and the alien gestured to Vegeta to do the honors. "Begin!" he shouted
Dodoria stood his ground as only the saiyan facing him charged. Fools he thought. I'll teach them mot to take me lightly. Just as the saiyan warrior was about to strike, Dodoria threw out a straight punch to his attackers' face with incredible speed. A sickening crunch was heard as the mans' nose was broken. He flew backwards and fell to the ground unconscious. The relaxed expressions of the four remaining fighters evaporated as they realized that their adversary was not the push-over they expected. All the saiyans in the crowd had deeply surprised looks on their faces. Dodoria licked his lips again.
Now the saiyans within the ring began to circle their foe. Suddenly, two of them kicked off the ground and came flying at their opponent. Meanwhile the other two moved with amazing speed and vanished from sight. Just as the two advancing saiyans were about to reach their target, they too vanished an instant before the others reappeared in mid-air. They each unleashed an energy wave, a surging beam of light, from their outstretched hands. Faster than could be seen, Dodoria deflected the beams into the paths of his opponents at ground level. Both shots connected, and rendered their victims burned and incapacitated.
Enraged, the final two warriors converged. Gathering all of their energy, they focused their attacks into one massive, blazing orb. As the saiyans launched the destructive wave at Dodoria, he looked up at them, and opening his mouth, he issued from it a colossal blast of raging power. His assailants, and their attack, were completely engulfed. When the blinding light ebbed away, nothing was to be found of the two warriors. Dodoria then turned his gaze toward the three fallen fighters on the ground. With his hands, and again his mouth, he rocked the makeshift arena with three simultaneous blasts, killing the helpless men.
The saiyans who looked on were shocked. This bloated freak had just killed the five most powerful warriors of their entire race, and he hadn't even moved from the spot he still stood! King Vegeta was in disbelief. If one of Friezas' lieutenants could do this, then how powerful was Frieza himself?! He knew then that his people had never had a chance of defeating the alien conqueror, and that only by his mercy had they lived at all. To refuse his offer would be beyond foolish. It would be suicidal.
Eighty years had passed since that day, and King Vegeta, son of the King who submitted to Frieza's demands, prepared to receive him as a guest.
As Friezas' guards entered, King Vegeta and his son the prince rose from their seats in greeting. As the small, horned alien himself advanced into the throne room, all of the saiyans dropped to one knee and bowed their heads. "Rise, my friend" said Frieza to the king. "All hail Lord Frieza!" shouted Vegeta. The saiyans rose, balling their right hands into fists and putting them to their chests in salute, crying "Hail!"
The alien moved toward the throne and seated himself, taking in his surroundings. On either side he was flanked by his lieutenants, Zarbon & Dodoria. "For many years your people have served me faithfully in their duty, and you have been richly rewarded." began Frieza. "Yes my lord" replied Vegeta. "Indeed, you seem be doing very well for yourselves, and your race grows in both power and ability, not to mention wealth."
Something in the way Frieza said this made Vegeta uneasy. "My Lord, all of our success is due solely to the favor you have shown us" Vegeta answered, inclining his head in a nod to the alien.
"Yes…" began Frieza. "At any rate, I didn't come here to exchange pleasantries. In recent years my empire has expanded greatly, in no small part due to the efforts of your people, and I've decided that I'm so impressed that I'm going to take one of your most promising fighters as my new officer. "It would be an honor to the entire saiyan race, my lord." replied Vegeta. Frieza smiled. "I'm glad we're in agreement Vegeta. Have your son make whatever preparations are required. I want him transferred to my ship before the end of tomorrow." "My son?" Vegeta said, astonished. "But he's just a boy."
"Yes. There isn't a problem with that, is there?"
"N…No my lord. No. Of course there isn't."
"Good." Turning to the young saiyan, Frieza spoke, "I look forward to continuing your training most eagerly Prince Vegeta."
"Yes, my lord." responded the prince, bowing.