Vegeta-The Meaning of Being a Saiyan-Purification of Battle
Vegeta awoke to the chiming of his nearby Scouter, a noise that in itself was quiet, but he had grown to and had been taught to here it above all other sounds. With quiet movements, like one on a stealth mission Vegeta head towards that noise. Once well clear of the bedroom he answered quietly, his usual harsh tone was a sleep clouded murmur.
"Prince Vegeta here, what is it control?"
"Sir, the defences around the Planet Cold 001 have begun to collapse. If your highnesses strike force is ready then now would be the time to prepare to break through sir."
"Okay control, I'll assemble my team and we will launch within the next ten minutes."
Vegeta grinned; the passion for battle shook of the mantle of sleep. Vegeta had no time to shower so like any Saiyan soldier a vapour bath would have to suffice. Vegeta knew of two Saiyans who would prove interesting to battle alongside with. Two Saiyans who probably despised him, but whom as battle companions they could have no closer links. Despite the abrupt nature of the ending of their triad, Vegeta was sure that his comrades would still obey him. Raditz and Nappa of course were his chosen strike team, in Hell their powers had grown like most beings that went there, though naturally Vegeta was the strongest. The three Saiyans had conquered many Planets while working for Freeza and so were perfectly capable of taking down this one, any backup could arrive within seconds once there Capital Ships were in the upper atmosphere. Vegeta felt no guilt over the deaths of his comrades; they had not been powerful enough and had died because of this. Yes, killing Nappa had filled Vegeta with sadistic glee at the time, but looking back would Nappa have been able to live as a cripple. Vegeta knew in his heart of hearts that any Saiyan would have rather died than that.
Vegeta slid into his jumpsuit, slid his armour over it and felt the familiar hugging sensation as it moulded to his body shape, and once more he became The Prince of all Saiyans. Battle hardened, cold, efficient and utterly ruthless in battle these were the emotions that spur Vegeta on always in battle. The armour merely affirmed the warrior blood that Vegeta knew to be flowing through his veins. The blood of a Saiyan royal who's might was unmatched in the Universe. Finally the teachings of his father had reached the inevitable conclusion, despite the struggle to get there, no being in Universe could have endured his training, and certainly no being could ever be a match for a pure blooded Super Saiyan.
Vegeta ran towards the hanger, the door slid open and their waiting by their own pods were Nappa and Raditz. Their eyes widened as they saw Vegeta approach, Vegeta saw a vain pop out on Nappa's head, likely the old Saiyan was fuming and only just containing himself. Raditz remained absolutely neutral, averting his gaze from Vegeta. Vegeta scowled, displeased at Nappa's attitude in particular.
"Well, why so angry Nappa?"
"You killed me Vegeta!"
A shout of rage, Vegeta had prepared himself for this. He wasn't killing Nappa a second time so he chose to dress down the so called mighty Nappa.
"You were a helpless cripple Nappa, humbled and bested by a low class Saiyan warrior who had embarrassed and shamed you. I put you out of your misery; better me than Dodoria or Zarbon once Freeza caught wind of your uselessness. You were wished back were you not?"
Nappa's eyes widened suddenly, and he seemed to calm down after hearing Vegeta's explanation. It made sense to all three Saiyans, and both appeared to share Vegeta's moral code. Nappa spoke more calmly now.
"Gee Vegeta, I guess your right. They'd have tortured me and humiliated me as soon as you took off on a new mission, and I'd never have been able to fight again with a broken back. Guess I'll fight by your side and prove my worth again Sir."
"Good, I want to give this particular Planet and extra good beating with you by my side, you up for it too Raditz?"
Raditz eyes widened at been addressed directly by Vegeta, usually Nappa and Vegeta ignored or occasionally paid attention to Raditz. Vegeta saw shame however in Raditz's features.
"Prince Vegeta, I always tried my best to fight with You and Nappa but I was always out of your league and nothing more than a low level."
"My views on Saiyan blood class have been forced to change recently; if you truly did your best then I could not have asked more of you. Besides your brother Kakarot showed himself to be as powerful as me, maybe you and Nappa can catch up with us."
Raditz nodded and gave a small smirk which Vegeta for once returned, the passion for battle burned in all three of the Saiyan's eyes. All three were ready to head to the Planet Cold 001 and take vengeance on the Planet Trade for ever trying to exploit and destroy the Saiyans. They climbed into their Saiyan Space Pods and blasted off towards the Planet's surface. Their falling Space Pods through the atmosphere would spell doom for every living thing on the Planet below, at last the end of the war between the Saiyan's and the Planet Trade that had ravaged many worlds and scarred the galaxy was coming to an end.