I don't own DBZ, or else this wouldn't be a Fanfic

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After eating, the kid looked up at me.

"I am sorry" he said "I should've listened to you earlier."

"Don't be prince, we all underestimate Frieza and his men the first time we come here."

"Now, I'd like to train."

"Follow me. The training rooms are in the third floor"

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We arrived to the training rooms and I sat in a corner to watch him train.

After a few minutes, my scouter beeped.

"Soldier, why aren't you in the Emergency bay?" said Frieza.

"I am sorry, my Lord. I'll be there in a second"

"You better"

I stood up, but before I could start running, he called out.

"Wait! Where are you going?"

"To work, kid!"

He said something but I ignored him, and ran as fast as I could.

I arrived there and sat on a chair, trying to recover. There was a soldier on a table, all beaten up. I took a deep breath and began to examine him. He was unconscious.

"Well, well. Look who decided to show up" a chilling voice said.

I turned around and bowed my head.

"Please excuse me, Master Frieza."

"What were you doing, soldier? This man here is been waiting for you! And I'm sure others will arrive! You can't just go around avoiding your job, soldier! This is why I allow you to live!"

"I apologize for my stupid actions, my Lord. It won't happen again, I swear"

"Don't avoid my question!"

"I was taking Prince Vegeta to the training rooms."

"Prince Vegeta?" he laughed and walked to me. "Oh my, how adorable! But just remember this: You know how Saiyans are. They are just cocky little bastards, and I don't want the prince to believe he is something he clearly isn't."

"Yes, my Lord"

"Tell me something, Troizker. Why do you think I kept the little boy?"

"Sir?"

"Why do you think I kept the little kid? Why, of all the strong potentials found in the Saiyan race, would I keep this brat to be my soldier?"

"Because the kid is certainly very strong, sire. He is a five year old but he's got some potential there."

"My, how smart, soldier! Yes, he is strong. I can see you are developing feelings for the kid, so I will tell you my plan. I took him because he is very, very strong for his age, so he will eventually be a very strong man. No doubt he is the Prince. But, I will make sure that talent is not wasted. He will be my strongest soldier, someday he will even replace Zarbon, because the kid is very smart, too. But I don't want a simple soldier out of him. I want a killing machine." My jaw dropped when I heard this. "I want to crush any attempt of rebellion. He will know his place in this ship, I will make him fear me, but only me. He will lose any feeling of love and kindness. He will be that: A machine that trembles upon hearing my name, but that will be able to crush an entire population with his thumb without regarding any life. So, soldier, you are very valuable to me and that's why I let you breath… but I won't hesitate in ending your life if you make a single move to destroy my plan. Understood?"

"Yes, sir."

The soldier on the table grunted and began to stir.

"Now, get back to your work, soldier."

"Yes, my Lord."

"One single thing: You will be able to guide the kid through the ship, and take him to where he needs to be if it is strictly necessary, but beware. That's all"

With this, he walked away. I sighed in relief and opened one Regenration Tank. Then, I shoved the soldier inside and pressed the buttons.

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"Troizker" Zarbon said. I opened my eyes and sighed. I was just about to fall asleep.

"What is it?"

"Watch out that tone! Our little monkey prince is in the training room. Go fetch him; I believe he needs a session with the tanks"

I sighed and stood up. I could've taken him to his room and given him the medicine, but they had taken it away from me.

When I arrived there I didn't know if I should've even bothered in taking him. If he was going to be treated this way every day, then probably I should've let him die.

The walls were dyed red, and cracked. He was lying on the floor, a pool of blood still forming around him. He was trembling and bleeding, sign that he was still conscious. I sighed and noticed the frozen air coming out of my mouth.

I knew they had let him there for a while, so he would suffer and freeze.

I walked up to him. His eyes were shut, and his face was wet with blood and tears.

"P… Vegeta" I remembered what Frieza had said. Better not encouraging the boy to believe he was still important to someone. He was just nobody in this ship.

He gasped and opened one eye, then shut it again.

He tried to say something, but ended up coughing up blood. I examined his body and saw how some of the bones were actually twisted and crushed. He had deep scars and dark, big bruises.

I took great care lifting him up, but he began to tremble even more.

"N-no more…" he whispered "P-please…"

"Don't worry, Vegeta. It is over"

I walked back to the regen tanks and put him on the table, where I could examine him with more light and tools.

I sedated him and then twisted the bones back into place. Then, I put him inside the tank and went back to sleep.

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"What happened last night, Vegeta?"

He was putting on his armor and cape. I raised an eyebrow. Why on earth would Frieza give the child a cape if he wanted him to forget about being a prince?

"After you left, Zarbon and Dodoria came in. They said they were there to test my potential"

"So… you began to fight."

"I wish. I was made into a punching bag."

With this, he walked out of the room. My, if Frieza wanted him to mature fast and become cold, then he was doing one hell of a job.