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

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While I was heading towards the cafeteria, I heard two familiar voices speaking just around the corner. I stopped when they mentioned Vegeta.

"I just don't get it" said Dodoria "I thought Saiyans were bastards by blood! Why would Lord Frieza waste his time trying to make a killer machine out of a boy that is already meant to be one?"

"Two reasons, Dodoria. First, the boy will turn out to be a little rebel and Frieza wants to crush his little spirit. That's when the word machine comes. Second, Saiyans are not a very developed race, so they grow up to be bastards because they are not taught better. Now listen carefully because I won't repeat it and NOBODY must know." He lowered his voice, but I was gifted with an awesome hearing capacity. "Master Frieza plans to blow up Vegeta-sai. Then, he will raise the kid at his own will"

My heart skipped at beat.

"What? King Vegeta included?"
"SSSHHH! IDIOT!"

Then, I heard their footsteps near me and ran back to Vegeta's quarters.

But… If I told him… he would try to rebel and they would tear him apart!

I hesitated, but before I could make a decision, the doors slid open and the kid came out.

"Troizker!" he said. I smiled. He was wearing a scouter that was a little bit too big for him.

"I see they've given you a scouter, Vegeta"

"Yeah!"

We headed for the Cafeteria once again, and on the way I told him something that could've risked his life, my life, and the life of almost everyone on the ship. I knelt beside him and whispered in his ear: "Promise me something. Never, ever, forget you are the Prince of All Saiyans. You must never let that pride go away. If everything falls to pieces, you must keep your head straight up and show you are a prideful little Saiyan. Don't ever show fear or ask for mercy. And… try, please, to always remember I stand by your side. Don't let that heart of yours freeze forever"

He was surprised by my sudden speech, but nodded.

We continued walking. Well, I didn't encourage him to rebel, but I did take that weight off my chest.

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"T-troizker?" said a shy voice in my scouter.

"Vegeta" I answered. "I see you learned to use the scouter."
"Lord Frieza wants to… t-to… see me" he whispered. Oh, god, no.

"Did he say why?"

"He said he wanted to show me something"

I looked at the experiment I had been working on and then at the other doctor beside me.

"Go" she whispered.

"But…"

"The brat needs you. Go"

I nodded and ran to his quarters.

We both went to Frieza's Throne Room.

"Ok, kid. You know… Kneel down, say 'Greetings, Master Frieza'. Be very polite, don't talk if you are not asked to, say sir, lord, or sire whenever you finish a sentence, etc." I was trying to save the kid another beating.

We arrived to the doors and Frieza smiled at us.

"Ah, I knew you'd come, too, Troizker."

We both knelt down and said:

"Greetings, Master Frieza"

The kid's voice was as shaky as his body.

"Ah, I love when kids learn their lessons. Stand up, kid"

"Yes, sir." He whispered.

"You may leave, Troizker."

"No!" Vegeta said. Half a second later, the tail of the Tyrant crashed against his young cheek and he felt to the side.
"Don't talk unless you're asked to, brat!"

I looked at him with a mixture of pity, I-told-you-so and I-am-sorry.

He stood up again. The tail crashed against his other cheek, making him fall to his other side.

"Apologize, kid."

"I'm sorry…" he lifted his tail again but Vegeta covered his face and said "MY LORD!"

I sighed and stood up to leave.

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I had decided to turn my scouter on in order to listen to the conversation between Frieza and Vegeta.

"Come here, kid. Don't be scared… That's it. Good, little monkey!"

"I am not a… AHHH! NO, STOP, PLEASE!"

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha, you are quite funny, Vegeta. Now, enough of wasting my time. Zarbon, bring him in"

A long pause.

"Here, Master."

"Ah, hello. Vegeta, I figured you should have some company, besides that soldier, with you. Someone that can teach you how to be a monkey. This is your guardian… Nappa."

"NAPPA!"

A loud crack. The prince cried out.

"What is it, Nappa? Don't you like how I treat your prince? Hahahha… I understand you used to be his mentor?"

"Yes, sir." A strange voice said.

"Good. Now, you should be grateful I allow you to come and take care of the little Princeling here."

There was another loud crack and another scream.

"STOP IT, YOU LITTLE B…" A crack. A scream.

"Your prince will suffer for your disobedience, so make sure you follow the rules. Zarbon, take him to his quarters. And take this thing to the Regeneration Tanks. I'm sure Troizker wishes to see him".

My, for what I had inferred, they had brought another Saiyan. The child's guardian when he was still a prince.