Vegeta-Arrival Home

As Vegeta awoke, prompted by the ships onboard and vapour bath, he sees the blood red jewel that the Planet Vegeta was in the galaxy. Its colour was one that well represented its people, blood thirsty and violent. However this was a common misunderstanding by fools. Vegeta scowls in contempt; the Saiyans were never credited for either tactical brilliance or even mastery. While violent most Saiyans were cold in battle, feeling the thrill almost as a separate thing to be enjoyed afterwards, and this is why we were so successful. Unlike that stupid Namek and Nappa, dominated by emotion and completely losing control, hence why they were both dead and worthless.

Vegeta feels a shard of ice in his heart move and cause him pain. He would soon see his father, King Vegeta, and if Vegeta were afraid of seeing anyone it would be him. His choice of what those pathetic humans called a girlfriend or lover, his failure to become the legendary super Saiyan to defeat Freeza, finally, and most importantly, He bested me on Earth. A royal, an Elite, bested by low class scum that had been thrown out of Vegeta because of his weakness. The dark flames of hatred swirled round Vegeta's heart, threatening to become an inferno. How could it be that he, the Prince of all Saiyans, could be outmatched? It defied all logic, and the long held tradition and beliefs of the Saiyan people.

Suddenly as the Planet Vegeta loomed very close on Vegeta's visual display his communications relay burst into life. Vegeta looked at it contemptuously, and then answered allowing the voice on the other end to be heard.

"Saiyan pilot, please identify yourself and your class immediately."

"This is the Prince Vegeta; class Royal-Super-Elite."

"P-prince Vegeta, your highness, welcome to back to Vegeta!"

"Spare me your flattery control, what's the situation on Vegeta?"

"Well sir, the situation is chaos, none of us know what is going on. Last we remember we were with your father the King in Hell. However we were suddenly transported to Vegeta, but we were sure it had been destroyed. One of ours, Bardock, told your father the King to expect two Super Saiyans. One was yourself sir, and the other he did not identify. Your father almost had him executed."

"Tell my father from me to delay any and all action, and to hold an assembly of all Saiyans, even low levels, immediately so this can all be explained. Your Super Saiyan is talking to you now control."

Vegeta couldn't help a smirk at the audible gasps from control, undoubtedly a low level whose very existence was dependent on the moods of the elites. His father, Bardock had tried to fight Freeza, Vegeta had heard the rumours. He would have laughed had it not been such a brave action, elite in nature.

"Control, you may convey the news that two super Saiyans have conquered the Planet Trade and its masters. The Saiyan race can now once more fight in honour instead of serving Freeza like sick loyal dogs!"

"T-that's amazing sir! I'll convey your tidings and message to your father immediately!"

"You have my permission to use the royal comm. Channel, over and out."

Silence once again filled the pod as Vegeta entered his home Planet's atmosphere, bracing himself has the landing pad shot towards him and he landed, as usual, with incredible force. Vegeta wasted no time, jumping out of the pod and running at the once to the throne room. He gave a true smile at the sheer joy of his people as he ran past; at last the Saiyan race had found freedom! The familiar air and buildings that as a boy he had missed surrounded him once again and it is at this moment that Vegeta feels his birth right fully. I am the Prince of all Saiyans, and one day all this will be mine-just like it was meant to be.

He entered the throne room as silence entered with him, a constant companion it would seem, as all eyes turned towards him. Vegeta sees, sitting on the throne as he had in his memories and dreams, his father-King Vegeta-stern and proud-holding court once again. Vegeta sees his father eyes widen, shining, was it with pride? Or would the great father-god of his past remerge…No Vegeta inwardly cries, I am more powerful than him by far…but am I wiser?

The King's face did not change as he rose and stood, giving his son the Saiyan Salute nor did it change when Vegeta returned the salute. It was only when Vegeta walked closer that Vegeta saw upon his father's brow the shadow of fear…or was it merely the cloud of the grave that threatened once more to consume the King.

"Vegeta, Prince of Saiyans, at last you return to us. We have heard from control of your tidings and orders, they have for the moment been carried out without question. Now I beseech you, explain to myself and the court what events have transpired and how we have returned to our home planet once again?"

The question hung in the air, all eyes on the Saiyan Prince, the story of battles, heartbreak and sorrow was about to begin. The Saiyans had never been a force for freedom, but now the Planet Trade was gone they had finally found their freedom after all. That was the story that was about to be told.