It was just a small dot in space but at the same time it was also very
significant. The small Saiya-jin space pod ploughed through the
nothingness of space as it charged towards the Planet Namek. The usual
custom was for the Saiya-jin to fall asleep when travelling such great
distances but for some reason Vegeta could not bring himself to close his
eyes. The Prince was on edge. This was to the extent that he began
muttering away to himself.
"This is it, Vegeta!" he commanded as he raised his fist and slammed it into the floor of the pod. "You've finally got your big chance to impress, Frieza! Once this mission is done and dusted, you can return for the next mission and then the next. Soon, you'll be strong enough to take his place!"
He smiled and rested his head on the floor of his pod. The ship itself was rather luxurious and slightly better equipped than your average Saiya-jin pod. Only the best would do for the Prince.
"It feels great to be out of that palace for a change too! If King Cold is dead then that means I get to kick some Namekian ass! Two birds with one stone! I hope King Cold rots with the rest of his stinking family!"
Hatred was the only word that could describe the emotions Vegeta felt for Frieza's Empire and those who obeyed willingly. He obeyed because he had no choice. Well, no choice.yet.
He gazed out at space just as Frieza had done in the grand chamber.
"One day you'll ALL belong to ME! Your TRUE ruler!"
Vegeta's cackling brought a shiver to the stars. Even nature knew that if the Saiya-jin Prince was allowed time to mature then everything he said would become truth. Would the Universe be a better place with Vegeta rather than Frieza in charge? Who knows? Perhaps it was safer with Frieza in charge. After all, the Saiya-jin did have a bigger blood lust than any other race in existence. Maybe time would tell.
***
The Prince slid out of his pod and gazed around at the Namekian landscape. It was just as he had pictured it - full of life and energy. Everything on the Planet was so damn green it was untrue! His knowledge of the Planets told him that Namekians were traditionally farmers and so he didn't expect to find any great powers lying dormant on the Planet.
Vegeta set about his mission instantly. He folded his arms and looked upward as he tried to detect the Ki that King Cold would surely give out. He scratched his head and grumbled slightly. It shouldn't take this much concentration to detect a Ki the size of Frieza's father, surely? Vegeta began to question whether Cold was actually on Namek. Had Frieza got it wrong? No, Frieza was all-powerful. He didn't make mistakes.
The Prince winced.
"What's this? A power level of around 10,000? King Cold isn't so weak!" protested the Prince as he scanned the landscape for more evidence of power. "That's it. 10,000? Perhaps it is King Cold suppressing his true power. Yes, that must be it. Hmm. Why does the power feel so calm and pure then? Cold is one of the most ruthless individuals to ever exist! This makes no sense!"
Vegeta growled one last time and looked at his fist. He loved to be constantly reminded of his own strength.
"It's time to do a little investigating!" he snarled as he set off in search of the unknown Ki he had found.
Something just didn't add up. Was he being setting up? No, there was no need for it. Frieza would see Vegeta's value. There was no chance this was a trap. Was there?
*** Zarbon sped through space in the same manner that the Prince had done. He too was glad to get away his imperial duties. This was mainly because of the fact that Dodoria was getting on his nerves quite a lot recently. He sighed deeply. Space travel was so boring and he spent so much of his time doing it. Still, at least this time he'd get to kill off that snotty little brat at the end of it all.
Zarbon had thought long and hard about why Frieza wanted Vegeta dead now. Surely he wasn't scared of the Prince? Alright, Vegeta was strong, very strong and would one day become stronger than most of Frieza's elites.but Frieza himself? That was impossible. Zarbon didn't even know just how powerful his master was and frankly he hoped he never had to see Frieza at a hundred percent.
Suddenly, the ship's computer beeped as some kind of robotic voice uttered a few words to him.
"Estimated travel time to Planet Namek - 2 hours."
Zarbon smiled. The wait continued.
***
"This is it, Vegeta!" he commanded as he raised his fist and slammed it into the floor of the pod. "You've finally got your big chance to impress, Frieza! Once this mission is done and dusted, you can return for the next mission and then the next. Soon, you'll be strong enough to take his place!"
He smiled and rested his head on the floor of his pod. The ship itself was rather luxurious and slightly better equipped than your average Saiya-jin pod. Only the best would do for the Prince.
"It feels great to be out of that palace for a change too! If King Cold is dead then that means I get to kick some Namekian ass! Two birds with one stone! I hope King Cold rots with the rest of his stinking family!"
Hatred was the only word that could describe the emotions Vegeta felt for Frieza's Empire and those who obeyed willingly. He obeyed because he had no choice. Well, no choice.yet.
He gazed out at space just as Frieza had done in the grand chamber.
"One day you'll ALL belong to ME! Your TRUE ruler!"
Vegeta's cackling brought a shiver to the stars. Even nature knew that if the Saiya-jin Prince was allowed time to mature then everything he said would become truth. Would the Universe be a better place with Vegeta rather than Frieza in charge? Who knows? Perhaps it was safer with Frieza in charge. After all, the Saiya-jin did have a bigger blood lust than any other race in existence. Maybe time would tell.
***
The Prince slid out of his pod and gazed around at the Namekian landscape. It was just as he had pictured it - full of life and energy. Everything on the Planet was so damn green it was untrue! His knowledge of the Planets told him that Namekians were traditionally farmers and so he didn't expect to find any great powers lying dormant on the Planet.
Vegeta set about his mission instantly. He folded his arms and looked upward as he tried to detect the Ki that King Cold would surely give out. He scratched his head and grumbled slightly. It shouldn't take this much concentration to detect a Ki the size of Frieza's father, surely? Vegeta began to question whether Cold was actually on Namek. Had Frieza got it wrong? No, Frieza was all-powerful. He didn't make mistakes.
The Prince winced.
"What's this? A power level of around 10,000? King Cold isn't so weak!" protested the Prince as he scanned the landscape for more evidence of power. "That's it. 10,000? Perhaps it is King Cold suppressing his true power. Yes, that must be it. Hmm. Why does the power feel so calm and pure then? Cold is one of the most ruthless individuals to ever exist! This makes no sense!"
Vegeta growled one last time and looked at his fist. He loved to be constantly reminded of his own strength.
"It's time to do a little investigating!" he snarled as he set off in search of the unknown Ki he had found.
Something just didn't add up. Was he being setting up? No, there was no need for it. Frieza would see Vegeta's value. There was no chance this was a trap. Was there?
*** Zarbon sped through space in the same manner that the Prince had done. He too was glad to get away his imperial duties. This was mainly because of the fact that Dodoria was getting on his nerves quite a lot recently. He sighed deeply. Space travel was so boring and he spent so much of his time doing it. Still, at least this time he'd get to kill off that snotty little brat at the end of it all.
Zarbon had thought long and hard about why Frieza wanted Vegeta dead now. Surely he wasn't scared of the Prince? Alright, Vegeta was strong, very strong and would one day become stronger than most of Frieza's elites.but Frieza himself? That was impossible. Zarbon didn't even know just how powerful his master was and frankly he hoped he never had to see Frieza at a hundred percent.
Suddenly, the ship's computer beeped as some kind of robotic voice uttered a few words to him.
"Estimated travel time to Planet Namek - 2 hours."
Zarbon smiled. The wait continued.
***