-feasting hall-
King Vegeta watched in slowly building horror as his savior continued to inhale his feast, it had been almost twenty minutes and the Super Saiyan had not said a single word. The King had decided to pay the utmost respect to the older Saiyan. After all, he was the Saiyan messiah, the one who freed the world from Freeza, and someone who was obviously on a tier far above him.
But still, the Super Saiyan had said he would 'lay down some ground rules' and then got distracted by the feast. Freeza was dead! It would only be a matter of time before his soldiers showed up, looking for their master. And when they found out it would bring civil war among Freeza's forces, one that would undoubtedly involve the Saiyan race.
He needed to deal with it immediately, but offending the Super Saiyan might be worse than even offending Freeza… but then, the Super Saiyan wouldn't threaten the race he was supposed to be the savior of, would he?
King Vegeta realized he was staring, and that the Super Saiyan had stopped eating.
Should he be the one to speak first? "Erm… excuse me, Super Saiyan-"
"Ohh, I apologize. I thought I'd never get all gushy about things like this, but it's been decades since I've eaten Saiyan cooking." The Super Saiyan interrupted, wiping some blood from his chin.
"Ah, well, we have a pretty grave situation in our hands, Freeza's death, when the news spreads of it at least, will leave a power vacuum in the Planet Trade Organization and-"
"Oh, yes. I'm sure you guys can handle Freeza's troops. If I remember correctly some time tomorrow a soldier named Bardock will take them on en masse and win. Only dying to Freeza himself. Oh yeah! I'm from the future, I may have mentioned that, and I need to tell you a few things- for one don't mess with Kakarot, second, don't execute Broly or Paragus… or maybe you should, and then… gah! Morality is confusing. Broly will be insane, Paragus will plot revenge, but that might just be because you tried to kill him… I'm not really sure of the details, I was spending my energy on not getting murdered by him."
The King blinked. "Excuse me?"
"Ugh. I'm from the future, I'm your son, Prince Vegeta."
The King's eyes opened, and a smile appeared on his face. "Y-you mean, you lived? You became the Super Saiyan?!"
"Yeah. Pretty impressive, isn't it? Though, in my world Freeza blew up the planet along with almost our entire race. And I had to serve Freeza and Zarbon as a slave for years, I genocided countless races and destroyed planets. And then I eventually found a home on a planet I was sent to destroy. I found a rival, a woman, and had morals pounded into me. I'm going to change the Saiyan race. I'm going to change the future to be better for us."
The King raised an eyebrow at his… son. He turned toward the door. "Would you mind if I left for a minute?"
"Not at all Father." 'prince' Vegeta then continued gorging himself on Saiyan cuisine.
The King made his way outside of the feast hall and was greeted by a huge group of the Saiyan people's scientists, historians, his own council, religious, and warriors, all wanting to meet the Legendary Super Saiyan.
"Sire, is it true? Did the Super Saiyan descend from the heavens and kill Freezer?" asked the closest, a middle class warrior.
He grabbed the warrior by the chest and lifted him in the air. "Who told you that Lord Freeza is dead?"
"N-no one outside the castle walls knows my Majesty! I promise!"
"On your life or your honor?" The King asked, a grave question.
"Both sir."
The King nodded and tossed him to the side. "No one may meet with the Super Saiyan yet, but I can tell you one thing-" he paused for dramatic effect. "-he bears the name 'Vegeta'!"
The Saiyans immediately backed away from the King, their faces slowly building awe.
"Not me you dolts! Do I look holy, no! But… he is a distant member of my family. The Super Saiyan is of royal blood. As if there would ever be any doubt." He silenced their questions with a swipe of his hand. "Now then, onto grave matters. While the tyrant himself is dead, we still have to deal with his flagship and his army stationed here. We'll need nothing less than a complete takeover of the local Planet Trade Organization. And we'll need to do it quickly, before word gets out to Cooler or Cold."
"At your orders sire!" Every Saiyan in the room announced.
"Now, we must come up with an excuse for Freeza not showing up, and an excuse to surprise Zarbon and Dodoria."
With that the curtain separating the feasting room from them moved to the side as Vegeta, still full Super Saiyan, walked out. Immediately he was surrounded by the warriors challenging him, the scientists studying him, and the religious proclaiming how he would conquer the universe.
"Hey, get away from me!" And they immediately cowered at the back of the room. "Seriously, I need to speak with the King about the Planet Trade Organization. There's quite a few backlashes that might come from killing Freezer."
"They don't know yet Super Saiyan."
"Who doesn't know?"
"Freeza's men, they aren't aware you came, or that you killed him."
"Oh, should we go up to Freeza's ship? Perhaps rescue your son? From the slavery you sold him into recently?"
"Of course, come on! I need a team of my greatest Elites, we'll rush to his flagship, kill everyone, rescue my son, and sabotage it's communicator, and leave it to crash someplace far, farrr away. That should be enough to draw Cold and Cooler away from us."
"Nah, I want his ship." Vegeta smirked. "There are a few places I'd like to get to quickly."
"You can't be serious, if we don't cover this up the entire Planet Trade Organization will come down on our heads!" The King shouted.
"And I'm saying we can handle them, we're the Saiyan race! A Race of warriors! A race of proud fighters! We'll fight them gladly!" He turned to the awed Saiyans filling the room. "Won't we?"
They began cheering, flocking around the Saiyan prince and carrying him off on their backs. "Wait, release me you idiots- I said put me down!" they dropped him, Vegeta glared at one of the scientists, sending him running off.
The King put a hand to his head. "Someone get him and drag him back here. No one can know the Super Saiyan has come yet." He turned to his son from the future. "So, you think we can handle the entire organization?"
"Sure! Freeza was already afraid of us, now we just need to band together and show Cooler and Cold not to mess with us, if need be I'll fight them myself. I'm sure that the rest of you could handle the rest of the Organization's troops. With some intense training even low-class Saiyans can achieve strength surpassing the Ginyu force."
At this the Saiyans present gaped. Vegeta raised an eyebrow before remembering his past contempt at low-class Saiyans. He began laughing. "All Saiyans, low class and high are capable of attaining power levels so high they can't be measured with even the most powerful scouters, a low class friend of mine for example surpassed people with supposed power levels above a million."
They were silent at this. King Vegeta began growling. He took Vegeta closer to himself and harshly whispered "Are you trying to start a rebellion?!"
"What? What are you even talking about?"
"Spouting this crap about low class Saiyans surpassing high class. It's strictly forbidden!"
"Forbidden? Heh, Father, I'm older than you now. And stronger, heck, I'm probably stronger than you right no-" Vegeta blinked. "Oh crap. I'm still off planet."
"What do you mean- oh." King Vegeta said. Remembering his plans of rescuing his son tomorrow.
"You remember that you sold your son to maniacs and all you say is 'oh'?" Vegeta asked sourly.
King Vegeta pulled him aside once again. Whispering to him once more, trying to pull away from the eyes of the other leaders of the Saiyan world. "Can you please stop attacking my authority in front of them?!"
Vegeta looked to the side. "What? You actually care what these fellows think?"
"Didn't I teach you to recognize the importance of court?"
"Oh, I stopped caring about that after almost all the Saiyans were wiped out and I had to train every day and do slave labor for Zarbon."
"Well that's not going to happen anymore, so you need to start respecting me in front of the nobles, and learning the delicacies of the court… you'll probably need to start studying our religion as well… ugh, so much to do, you've changed everything Vegeta. The Saiyan race will never be the same."
"That's what I'm hoping for."
-later that night, Freeza's flag ship-
Zarbon was reclining in his throne, looking at Freeza's empty seat nervously. He glanced at Dodoria's seat, he still wasn't back yet from taking care of Bardock at Kanassa. At the moment he was in charge of the vessel.
He was in charge. He could always strand Freeza on the planet, kill everyone aboard, and fly as fast as he could to another galaxy. And be done with it all.
Done with the killing, done with the fear, done with fighting. Just him, his hair, maybe Dodoria, and all the time in the universe.
That is until Cold killed him for stranding Freeza.
No, better to wait, to be complacent, to look for opportunities. Someone might depose of Freeza someday. And then he could grovel under that person and hopefully they'd be better than Freeza. Heaven knows it'd be difficult to be worse.
A panel nearby beeped as it signaled that Dodoria's pod was approaching the planet. That's strange. Lord Freeza should be back by now. Zarbon moved over to the video-phone and called Freeza's scouter.
-at the castle-
Maiz, a young Saiyan girl who had worked as a maid at Castle Vegeta for six years, was making her usual rounds when a distinct beeping came from the Royal Hall. She knew how much his Highness hated the scouters ring tone, so it was strange that no one had turned it off yet. She walked in and looked with distaste at the burning corpse on the carpet.
Probably someone that had peeved King Vegeta off for the last time. It happened quite often at the Castle, but usually the Castle's grave keeper took care of it. The corpse wasn't fresh.
But it's scouter was still ringing. Sighing Maiz bent down and grabbed the scouter off the corpse and placed it over her ear. It was the newest model, very expensive. She answered the incoming call.
"Hello whoever you are, sorry but the person you're calling is dead, killed by King Vegeta himself. If you'd like to take ownership of the body come down here to the castle before the grave keeper comes to pick him up."
She heard a girlish shriek on the other end of the line. Wincing she gulped. Putting on the most sympathetic voice she could. "I'm sorry for your loss miss, was he your Husband?"
"Wha- no, nothing like that, of course not! Perish the thought! Kill the thought! Drown the thought with fire!"
"Hey- hey, sorry, I didn't know you were a guy- uh, not that there's anything really wrong with that but-"
"No! Stop talking, please, I ugh… do you know whose scouter this is?"
The voice sounded really scared. "Uh.. no? The corpses'?"
"C-could you please identify him?"
"Okay, he's not a Saiyan, I know that much. Three toes, five fingers, horns, he's kinda short… has a long tail… shoulder pads built.. into his body.. oh God, this Freeza!" She shuddered, backing away slowly from the corpse, tears streaking down her face and her body shivering. "H-he's dead… he's finally dead."
"A-are you sure?!"
She gulped and hesitantly walked back over to the corpse. She slowly pressed two fingers to his neck. "Oh my God."
"W-what?"
"He still has a pulse! The King didn't finish him!"
"KILL HIM! KILL HIM WHILE HE'S DOWN! YOU'LL BE A HERO! I'LL FREAKING MARRY YOU JUST KILL HIM DEAD!"
"How?! He's burned inside and out and he's still not dead!"
"Take off his head! Chop him to pieces! Incinerate him to ashes!"
"I-" the Saiyan girl gulped. "I'll do it! F-for my people."
She focused all her ki in her arm and created a large energy sphere, and with a roar she forced it down of Freeza's neck. There was barely a bruise. "I-I can't do it. I can't even hurt him…"
"J-just wait there, I'll follow your coordinates, or get as many people as you can and just start whaling on his neck!"
"Wait, who's calling?"
"Er… Zarbon."
"You know, if he wakes up he'll kill you for saying that…"
"Saiyan girl, if he wakes up. He'll kill everyone."
Maiz took another breath of air, not realizing she was holding it in. "Y-yeah… good point."
"Oh! I have an idea, just stay on the line, Dodoria should be landing by now."
"D-dodoria is coming here?" The girl asked weakly.
"Just. Stay. There."
"Yessir." She whispered before the scouter disconnected.
-In the Noble's room-
"Good Saiyans of Planet Vegeta, thank you for coming to this emergency court."
The room was filled with almost a hundred High-Class Saiyans of noble or wealthy families, the leaders of different provinces of the planet. No one in the room had a power level below 500. "First of all, know that the reason I'm locking the doors, removing your scouters, and putting down a force field around the castle isn't the reason you're thinking of."
"You're going to kill us all?!"
"You declared war on Freeza?!"
"A meteor is going to hit the planet and leave an unknown number of our children stranded off planet with no idea of what happened?!"
"What-" King Vegeta blinked. "No, well, okay, maybe the first is plausible, and the second is kind of true but…" The nobles gaped at the King who had just threatened to kill them in the future. "Er… anyway." The King said, brushing the matter aside for a later time. "This news can't leave the castle yet…" Vegeta looked nervously at the high class men. "The Super Saiyan has returned, and his first act of glory was dispatching Freeza!"
The room was deafened by a roar of cheering from the Saiyans, who fell to their knees praying, hugging, firing blasts at the ceiling. Then came the calls begging to meet him, to fight him, to have him marry their daughters, to ally with their specific family.
"Please, please, contain yourselves! The Great Super Saiyan is resting at the moment. We must decide what to do with the news that Freeza is dead, should we rebel? Or should we hide that we killed him and crash his ship somewhere else?"
The Saiyans began a debate that I won't bore you with, even if they were all hard-boiled warrior-politicians, it was still a political debate, and they had a rule against murder or grievous wounding in the Noble Room.
Eventually it culminated to the question of one aging Saiyan warrior named Rhubarb. "Well, will the Saiyan race hide and weasel out of the consequences for the glory of their greatest figure, or will it proudly claim victory over its conqueror, like a warrior would?"
King Vegeta frowned at the old man, who was now grinning madly. "Where is Freeza's corpse? We should encase it in gold and preserve it so that future generations can spit on their former conqueror." Rhubarb continued.
Vegeta frowned and looked at his fingers for a second. Where did he have Freeza's corpse taken? He blinked as he realized that it was still in his throne room. "Damn. Come on, let's go, we need to take care of the body…" He looked over the nobles one last time. "Are you all ready for this war?"
"We are Saiyans!" They proudly cried. "We are a race of warriors!"
King Vegeta found himself grinning from his excitement. "Yes. We are. How could I have forgotten. We will announce the death of Freeza and rally an attack on all nearby Planet Trade stations."
Rhubarb laughed once again before floating out on his hover pod. "After all, how could we possibly fail with the Legendary Super Saiyan leading us?"
King Vegeta grumbled under his breath as the other Saiyans cheered for his 'son'.
-The throne room-
Maiz waited patiently for Dodoria or Zarbon to show up. She had managed to stop her nerves, and she had gathered a large amount of ki to attack Freeza with if she needed to. Eventually the scouter turned back on, startling her and making her release a blast at Freeza. Burning him even more, but not killing him even still.
"What?!" Maiz cried into the scouter.
"This is Dodoria. I can't get in. Open the door or I'll knock it down."
"O-of course sir!" She flew through the doors, charging down to the main entrance. Normally there were six Saiyan guards posted there at any one time. But today there was close to forty. She growled at the men. "Open the door!"
One of them stepped forward, ki blast already taking shape in his hand. "Orders from the King are that it stays closed now desist or I'll incinerate your clothes with extreme prejudice Maiz."
Maiz blinked. "Ugh. Falfa, how many times do I need to tell you, I'm not interested. Besides, Dodoria is out there."
Falfa blinked. "What?"
"Let him in or he'll break in. He's talking over the scouter right now."
"Yup. Hi." Dodoria said through the exposed scouter.
The Saiyan soldiers blinked. "But, if the King was expecting Dodoria, then wouldn't he have said something?"
"Freeza's beaten, the King doesn't want Dodoria to know, so he put you guys here to slow him down, but since Dodoria already knows there's no point in you wasting your lives, now open the doors." The maid said slowly, speaking to Alfa like a child.
The Saiyan warriors cheered for a few seconds before realizing what that implied. "All out war."
"Yep, now let Dodoria in."
"And you want to work with Dodoria?"
"He's here to do the finishing blow. Actually, you guys would help too. Now get up there and start beating up Freeza while he's still out."
The Saiyans were dumbfounded, unable to come out of their shock.
"Get to the throne room. Now. Freeza, knocked out and injured?" And with that forty whooping Saiyan warriors rushed to the throne room.
Maiz flew quickly to the entrance and pried apart the two heavily decorated doors. Revealing Dodoria, covered in red blood, and a force field.
"Oh."
"Yeah. Turn it off. Now."
"Uhm… I'm not sure how to do that."
"Then I'll break it." And Dodoria swung at the field, causing a noticeable crack. He punched it again, and again. Finally he growled and fired a giant burst of energy from his palm point blank on the shield, shattering it. "Take me there."
"It's right up the stairs, just follow the scouter after those guards. I need to go get something." And with that she bursted across the sky.
-The throne room-
Freeza groaned as forty Saiyans constantly kicked him, slammed him with their fists, fired ki blasts, and did one finishing move after the other. He couldn't move, he was in incredible pain, and he couldn't build up enough energy to float, let alone strike back. Was he going to die? Beaten by the Super Saiyan and finished by a hoard of dirty monkeys attacking him with their puny fists? He could barely open his eyes, and when he did he saw the forty guards stop their attack before the entire court of Noble Saiyans.
King Vegeta looked down upon the pitiable form of their former dictator. "**** him up." He said simply, charging an execution beam.
But as the beam released and got Freeza in his chest another thought came up. "But save his head. I want to dip it in molten gold and hang it over my throne."
The Saiyans cheered and suddenly he had forty guards and a hundred-something high class Saiyans attacking him with everything they could.
Dodoria then burst in, and Freeza entertained the thought that his loyal soldier had come to save him. That's right Dodoria, charge the attack to wipe out all the monkeys and… Freeza cursed him as the giant blast headed toward his face.
-twenty minutes of brutality later-
"I'm back!" Maiz called. The King looked at the maid carrying the giant battle axe with exasperation. The axe was one he recognized.
"Is that… the legendary Tufflecrusher?!"
"Yes! Wielded by my grandmother Korn in the last waves of the Great Saiyan-Tuffle war, I will use this axe to deal the final blow on our former conqueror!"
"I'm the King! I should be allowed to do the last strike!"
Maiz wasn't listening however, and merely smiled sadistically at Freeza's unbelieving face as she lifted the ten meter tall axe. She brought it down as fast as she could, slamming through the floor in less than an instant.
She lifted it again as the Saiyans crowded around Freeza. Who was now groaning with a large bruise in his neck.
"How in the heck isn't he dead yet?" King Vegeta cried hopelessly.
"Just need a few more swings." Maiz said confidently. "I think I can see a crack on his neck."
"Your axe needs polishing." Dodoria said. "But keep slamming it down on his neck, we'll keep firing, it has to whittle him down eventually."
Rhubarb walked forward. "Perhaps we could call the Super Saiyan away from his rest to kill Freeza? He'd get mad if he found out he hadn't finished the battle."
"He'll be fine. We don't need him to fight a barely living Freeza."
And they continued their beating for the next hour, collapsing the throne room's floor and making headway on the plaza floor. Zarbon had finally arrived and found a literal crowd of Saiyans rushing with all their might to deal as much damage to Freeza as possible. The news had finally gotten out and Saiyans from all over were either running as far away as possible from the castle or toward the castle.
King Vegeta managed to shut down the planet's scouter line, so the rest of the Planet Trade Organization wouldn't find out until someone somewhere actually checked if Planet Vegeta still had a signal.
And as such Freeza soldiers all over the planet fled from the capital cities, and with Saiyans from all over Vegeta gathered together to beat down Freeza, a new holiday was created. One that would be remembered and respected for generations.
Beat Up Freeza Day. Or for short, Beat Day.
-Author's note- next chapter we meet Bardock, Paragus, Broly, and maybe Cooler. Also, I may have to have Freeza die once a chapter, what do you say? Do you want Freeza to live or die? It won't really be part of the main plot either way, just for comic relief.
