Far away, the army Vegeta was tracking indeed was looking for the dragonballs. Commander Red snarled into his cigar. He was a very short, stocky man with blazing hair. Despite his stature he demanded respect from his army.

"Mr Black, we are falling behind schedule. Pick up the pace!"

A lanky dark soldier stepped out of the shadows.

"Sir we are doing all we can to find these rumoured mystical balls if they exist. They won't stay hidden for long." If Red weren't blinded by his ego, he would have noticed the air of mutiny in Black's voice. Mystical balls? Rumour had it, one wish would be granted by some magical dragon that came out of the balls. Why were they wasting time with fairytales? In any case, Red snorted and waved him off.

"They better not. I will be wanting my wish soon enough."

One of the RRA generals stalked in. Colonel Silver, Red noticed.

"Commander, one of my fringe platoons was attacked by a young boy. He destroyed the entire thing with one blast. If i didn't see it with my own eyes i wouldn't have believed it possible." Silver was not afraid though. He was regional RRA boxing champion three years running. He promised to pummel this kid.

Red's features contorted in anger as he continued to stroke the tabby cat on his lap.

"Find the kid. Kill him. No one takes us on and lives."
Silver saluted the commander and left, barking orders left and right. Black narrowed his shadowy eyes. A child challenging an entire army? This was unheard of. And if the story was true, it was not a child to be underestimated.

"Commander if I may.."

"No! If you want to be useful, get me some more coffee."

Black knew better than to snap a retort to this, and left the room. Red snorted. That was the problem with cronies. Sooner or later they think they can run things better than you.

In space, no one could hear an Arlian princess scream in agony as a red ki blast ripped through her chest from behind. A cold high laugh rang out from a long haired gruff low class Saiyan. Behind him a spiky haired, tanned soldier cursed under his breath.

"Raditz our orders are to subjugate, not destroy."

"What's the difference, brother?"

Turles growled.

"Your brother is dead. I'm far above you, low class scum. You can't even train your tail like Nappa and me."

"Ain't my place is it? I'm not happy with our lot. None of us are. Ever since Prince Vegeta's disappearance, Frieza treated us worse than the dung on his lizard feet."

Raditz spat into the charred body of the fallen Arlian soldier he was crushing with his bare hands.

Turles shot a weak ki blast at his friend's back.

"Such talk is dangerous. But don't worry, my plan is in action. A few more years and the seeds of the Tree of Might will be found."

Raditz scowled, questioning Turles' true intentions.

"But the prince...our priority is just to survive under Frieza's rule long enough to find our prince and bring him back. There's talk he could be somewhere in the north galaxy."

"Cooler's domain? Frieza hates his brother. Or so the gossip says. If Vegeta is there, we must get to him before Cooler does. But for now, we can't-"

"OI!" A rumbling voice screamed. Dodoria had been sent to keep the two Saiyans working and constantly reminded them of it.

"Pick up the pace! Or Lord Frieza will hear of it!"

"Dodoria, I assure you we understand."

Raditz snarled. He hoped he wouldn't have to wait too long for his revenge. But not even their Oozaru forms combined could defeat Frieza yet.

The stars seemed to light up the night on Earth. Vegeta closed his eyes, and drifted into dreams of returning to his people a savior and defeating Frieza. His tail twitched. Vegeta hadn't transformed since before he landed on Earth, but vaguely remembered the trick that low class warrior invented, by harnessing the blutz waves with his own ki. Tomorrow he would find those Dragonballs and wish for ultimate power. Immortality. Vegeta smirked evilly. That would do the trick against Frieza.

The next morning, Vegeta awoke with a starving belly and thirst. As he hunted deer for breakfast, he felt a tremor in his chest. Thoughts of his fellow Saiyans. Had Frieza already finished them off? Would they look for him or leave him stranded here? His pod seemed to be broken beyond repair. Grr... What had the fates done to him to deserve this?

Vegeta shook his head of thoughts and munched on fried rabbit. He had long learnt when being thrown in the fire of battle how to look after himself on distant desolate worlds. Remembered the savage lust of low class kid soldiers throwing themselves at him. The blood, sweat and satisfaction, coolly embracing as if a lover. A true Saiyan lived not for battle itself, but to test their limits, push themselves beyond and prove their worth and honour. As a prince, he sometimes longed to be among the lower classes as they took blows and scars for the sweet taste of victory.

The jet black haired fighter choked for a moment, while cutting the deer. He would not for now, eat the livestock with brains, however small they may be. He smirked at such thoughts, then picked up his armour, setting off to find those dragonballs. Eternal battle awaited. And he would be legendary!

Bulma stepped out of her front door, her greying haired father chasing after.

"Bulma I don't know what those Red Ribbon guys are capable of. I cannot bear the loss. You're just a kid."

"Daddy you can help. Veggie might need help."

Briefs chuckled at the nickname.

"No. He can take care of himself. He's not of Earth remember? A warrior prince."

Bulma was defeated. She sighed in frustration.

"I'm a child genius yet I can't do anything."

Briefs hugged her and brought her back inside Capsule Corp. Bulma longed to help her new friend. It wasn't often she made one, admittedly. Her brains seemed to make her an outcast from her classmates at West City Elementary College.

Frieza's eyes darkened. The prince remained not found. How dare King Vegeta conceal such a...promising pet from him. The Saiyans left were nothing, considered low class. No threat to him, but valuable soldiers. With each victory they grew stronger. They threw themselves at the frontlines like wild untamed animals, barely concealing their mutinous thoughts and battle lust. They could never possess the class and iron grip of the Ice Clan. They could not control the mob of rabble pirates who if left unchecked, could destroy worlds. And what good would that serve? The universe was Frieza –Sama's to profit from, and to rule. No one else could do it. Yes...only he. His birthright. His responsibility to bring order to a lawless universe. Only he could bring down those filthy peasants with a finger. Those Saiyans thought they were so mighty, but it was he who reduced them to a flicker, their ember in the universe gone out. And in the place of the so called ridiculous legendary Super Saiyan, the universe would tremble and speak of the legendary Frieza and how he became even greater than his brother Co- oh what now?

"Sir. The Arlians have fallen. Turles led the assault and did well."

"Thank you Dodoria. Get out. And send in the emissary of the Makyans. I have business to attend to."