"I will do what is best for my kingdom, and that is the end of it!" The king shouted angrily, his voice echoing off the large golden lined walls of his chamber, his tail flicking back and forth in his obvious irritation with the creature in front of him.
The queen, unfazed by the tone of his voice, or the fact that he possessed the power to annihilate her in an instant, continued her verbal onslaught, "My king, you forget, it is not your kingdom alone but it is the kingdom of the Saiyans. I believe what is best for our people, is to not give away their crown prince to a piece of garbage who will not only break him but turn him into another one of his puppets to do his bidding."
The king's hand was wrapped around her throat within a matter of seconds. His anger radiated off of him in waves and he, not for the first time, regretted his decision to marry an elite princess. Why couldn't he just have wed a regular saiyan female who would do what she was told and not question his every decision? Then perhaps his son would not have been born with such a high power level and intellect that made him so appealing to the Ice-jinn emperor.
His wife pulled her sword from its sheath and held it at his throat. She breathlessly gasped out "You know that I am right Vegeta."
"Drop your sword woman, or I shall send you to meet your ancestors."
"You may as well, because I am not giving up my son to no one." She stated defiantly.
The king released her, hurled her up against the wall, and shouted "YOU WILL DO AS YOU ARE TOLD! I CARE NOT FOR YOUR OPINIONS! THE DECISION HAS BEEN MADE!"
"He is my son." She stated firmly, "You already took one away from me, I will not loose another."
The king looked away from her so that she could not see his expression. Indeed, he had sent their son Tarble to a distant planet due to his pathetic power level at birth. However, what she did not know, was the planet was well beyond the reach of the ice-jinn empire. There was no way that the Cold's could find out about him. It was a secret that only his most trusted companions knew about, and the prince.
The prince.
When his son had been born, he had been away at war. Word was given to him through his elite soldiers that the boy had been born with one of the highest power levels ever seen at birth for a royal blood. Immediately, talk had been made that he would be the one to reach the legendary power of the super saiyans of old and that he would bring an end to the ice-jinn empire.
The king had been filled with so much pride that he had a temple built in honor of the birth of his mighty son.
He had no intention of leaving the prince in the hands of Lord Frieza. He had a plan, but he could not disclose it to anyone just yet, and so, he played the part of being the cold hearted ruler that for the sake of his kingdom, would trade off his son so that he could continue ruling.
Even if it meant lying to his queen.
Slowly, he turned back around to look at her. His face was expressionless, and his words were as cold as Frieza's disgusting home planet.
"You have already lost him."