(A/N: Before we begin, I would like to point out nothing was indented or bolded due to lack of time |'D Enjoy!)

"Prince Vegeta, where is your dad?" Oh, Lord of Insanity, it's that damn idiot Nappa...I quickly removed the locket from my neck, holding it in my right hand, turning to the high general.

"Father is currently on Planet Sinatra. Why, do you need to speak with him?"

"Well, I did need his word at the next war council meeting. Ah, well, we can make do for his return - wait! You can come with me! There's no time to reschedule, so you'd be the best choice. Let's go, Vegeta!"

"What?! That is ridiculous! Unhand me!" Nappa held a tight grip on my arm, half-dragging, half-leading me to the war room.

"You may be only at the age of four, sire, and they may not take voice to your opinion, but we can at least try. After all, you have my permission of access and your royal blood coursing through your veins! There is no way they can decline!"

I still clutched my unlinked locket in my hand as Nappa dragged me alongside him down the corridor. My heels were starting to burn through my shoes on the carpet, the fiery pain in my feet beginning to irritate me. Nappa looked back at me, noticing my closed hand which held my locket, not paying attention to my discomfort.

"What are you holding, Vegeta? You can just leave it with me - I'll make sure no one takes it."

"Nothing, you moron! It doesn't matter what it is! Just let me go!" He let go if my arm, turning to face me.

"Are you sure I can't see it? It could be important. During the meeting, someone could steal it at the meeting -"
"No, it's not important, Nappa! Why are we going to this idiotic war meeting anyways? Why do I have to commander it? Why do you not wait for Father?"

"Well, the planet needs a plan of destruction or infiltration in approximately a hour. We need you to give us forwarding permission as you being the next leader towards the Saiyan race, as our current one is busy."

"Are your high council members that thick-headed to not even assemble a formidable plan?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

"Of course not. We just need to make sure that someone of royal blood and stature oversees our meeting. Come on, Vegeta, I'll be punished if I'm late. I am a high general!" He took hold of my hand, pulling me forward, almost touching his chest. He snatched the locket out of my hand just before I could protest, leaving me to try and take it back from his tall form.

"What's this? A necklace?" he looked at it from several angles, wondering what in the world it was.

"Give it back, Nappa! I will have your head!"

"Why? It's not life-jeopardizing, is it? Can I know the purpose?"

"If you give it back, I'll show you," I promised through gritted teeth. Of course, I could fly or fight him for it, but I knew well enough it was easier for him just to see it instead of gossip about it.

"How do I know you're not lying, Vegeta?" He raised the locket higher just to prove his point. This douche is really pissing me off...I already promised. Wasn't that enough?

"I swear on my mother's grave," I said, clenching my fists to my sides.

"Hmm...your mother doesn't have a grave. We both know that." he looked at me with a sly look, fingering the locket curiously.

"What?" I demanded. I sighed. "Fine, I swear on the two suns. Do you not believe me still?"

"No, I believe you, my prince." He handed me the locket, an expectant look in his eyes. "Well, show me what it is."

"Fine..." I grumbled, holding the locket up for him to see. I hesitantly pressed the small oval button on the side, watching the top flick to the side. I watched his expression carefully as he examined the picture. He showed no real shock or surprise at the picture, just a blank face. He took the locket from me to get a closer look.

"How long ago was this picture taken?" He inquired.

"A really long time ago, the day before my younger brother was sent off to Tech-Tech," I replied.

"Oh, I see. So what planet is this?"

"I'm not sure...I was never told the name," I said, trying to think of it. It never came to me.

The warmth from the lights began to envelop me, an uncomfortable feeling pricking at the back of my neck. Nappa looked at me curiously, waiting for an answer from me. He didn't get one. Instead, he asked:

"Was it fun being there?"

"What? Of course not, we obviously had some type of important business to do there. We wouldn't just go to some planet for a photograph!" I flew up, snatching the locket out of his hand. "Come on, don't dawdle. We still have a war meeting to attend to. After all, you being the top-ranked general wouldn't look too good on your record if you were late."

"Guess not," he replied, chuckling heartily. "Come on, Prince Vegeta. I can't wait to see their faces when they see a brought a four year old to a important, vital war meeting!" We both started making our way throughout the palace, prepared for the council at hand.

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****(A/N: This part of the story is not part of Vegeta's memory/dream. This is simply a switch of points of view in the memory to classify an important point. This will never come to Vegeta's attention or discovery anytime during this story or real DBZ as far as the series has gone so far. I mean, this story isn't canon at all, trust me XD My opinion whole-heartedly. Anyway, this is just a small bit for you to understand some things. :3)****

(KING VEGETA'S P.O.V.)

I followed the small emperor to the entrance of the his ship's walkway, hearing a loud bang as it hit the dusty rock surface. I stepped onto the platform, a tapping sound emitting from the metal with each step. Men on either side of the platform were armed with a metal gun, standing motionless while awaiting Frieza's command.

Once we were inside, the large platform that we had come in by shut, men previously guarding it rushing in. The bright lights were blinding compared to the dark planet Sinatra.

"King Vegeta, the drawing room is this way," Frieza said, gesturing me to follow.

"Of course, Lord Frieza." We turned the corner, two of Frieza's men laughing as they had their guns in their arms, resting in their shoulders as we came forward. They both jumped when they saw Frieza, straightening themselves immediately.

"L-Lord Frieza! We apologize for our indecency! P-P-Please forgive us, we were only joking around, your Excellency!" Obviously everyone was afraid of Frieza. That or this man was new here.

"It's quite alright. Move on before I have you both executed," Frieza warned, both men dashing off down the hall to perform their duties. Frieza turned around to face me, a small smirk playing on his dark lips.

"Come, King Vegeta, don't let frisky weaklings distract you. They could jump off a cliff and have neither of us two rulers care, even if it was front page news!" He chuckled, turning back around on his heel. I had no choice but to follow him. If it was meant to be funny, I wasn't laughing. I was focused on the matter at hand.

We went through a series of hallways and curved corridors, meeting one of Frieza's men through each one. Each time Frieza threatened them with an execution if they didn't run along, just to prove his point he had mentioned earlier, or at least that's what it looked like he was doing. I didn't care about them either, but it was irritating me on how much time he was wasting. I'm certain we would already be there if he didn't stop every five minutes.

Finally, reaching the drawing room, I followed Frieza through the door. What I saw inside was normal about a drawing room, except it was intermixed with that of a war council room as well. It was somewhat dim, in case someone of a enemy status wanted to steal plans. In the center of the room, chairs were neatly tucked underneath the table, several plans and blueprints kept in a small cubby nearby a large stash of wine and other drinks against the westside wall. There was an interactive map upon the glass table set in the middle of the room, one that you could use just with a simple touch of the hand. On the map were several x's, one on every cluster of planets to symbolize currently non-existent planets. More planets had a small Saiyan crest laid upon it, symbolizing it as part of the intergalactic space trade.

The walls were adorned with maps of planets, pins marked on some villages and cities for attack. Most of the maps had the titles of planets, all of them I recognized and even paid a visit to. Some of the diagrams were aged and yellowed, small tears after years of being worn and used, one with an actual hole straight in the middle. It didn't seem to jeopardize anything, however, as everything else on the map had a label of some sort.

All of these maps showed just how long us Saiyans have worked for Frieza. Just how long we've been considered part of his alliance. The yellowed maps were the largest pieces of evidence.

Frieza positioned himself at one side of the long table, the golden metal trim upon the glass table shining with a fine gloss. He gestured for me to sit at the opposite head of the table, tapping on one section of the table.

"Would you like any red wine, King Vegeta? Perhaps some water?"

"No thank you, my Lord. I ate before the trip to Planet Sinatra," I lied. In reality, I was craving any nourishment.

"Is that so? That was several hours ago and you know that. Would you instead have a plate of gor'shuk? I hear it's popular of your Saiyan people."

Gor'shuk is a type of meat which includes a gracious amount of seasoning and marinating. It wasn't highly included as a common food, somewhat rare due to the animal it is made from being very secluded and somewhat difficult to find. It's a savory, spicy type of meat and I've considered it to be one of my favorite kind of foods, though I only decide to consume it during an important occasion or holiday. Due to that, and the imperative meeting at hand, I wanted none.

"No thank you, Lord Frieza. I appreciate the offer."

"Suit yourself, Vegeta. I myself will have red wine," Frieza said, fishing a bottle of wine out from the nearby stash with his tail, a glass following. After filling it, he took a long drink from it, proceeding with licking his lips greedily. He looked back towards the map, tapping on a large red planet.

"Planet Vegeta," I say, my trust waning.

"I have a proposition for you, Vegeta," he said, ignoring my comment, "how much are you willing to sacrifice for your planet's people?"

"What?!" I cry, rising fast from my chair, slamming my fists on the table, tapping on several planets in the process. "What kind of proposition are you asking of me? Are you saying that you will murder my people unless I sacrifice something to you?"

"That's exactly correct. So, exactly how much?" He laced his fingers together, amused at toying with my mind like this. I grit my teeth, lowering my head in thought. "I'm a patient person, Vegeta, take your time."

"We have been loyal to you for years-"

"And I appreciate this. But I want something...something of great value to you." A smile played on his lips - he already knew what he wanted. He was playing with me. I sat back down in my chair, running a hand through my hair.

What exactly am I supposed to do? What if he asks for something I cannot grant him? Will he ask for the location of my second son? The death of me? I can't just run into this unprepared. But I must sacrifice something to save my people; the question is what. Obviously Frieza wants something that will be of major use, otherwise he wouldn't be staking the lives of many on the line. I wouldn't agree otherwise. After several minutes of life-straining thought, I lifted my head, prepared to negotiate with Frieza.

"What do you want of me and my people, Lord Frieza?" I asked slowly.

"Before I may say it, you must swear not to lie to me and use trickery."

"Lord Frieza-!"

"Swear it, Vegeta, or I will obliterate your planet right now in a matter of seconds." Frieza looked at me with a look of seriousness. He wasn't kidding with me. To the left of the window, the red planet glinted in the distance.

"Lord Frieza, if you tell me what you want, than I will swear to not lie and use trickery. Just what do you need of me?"

"I cannot tell you just yet. You need to swear it right now or your planet dies right now," Frieza warned, straightening his back from where he stood. He lifted an arm where Planet Vegeta was.

"Your blast won't make it, we're too far away, Lord Frieza. Even if it did make it it wouldn't destroy Planet Vegeta, damaging it majorly at the most." I knew it was in the distance, but anything helped to convince him to lower his arm.

"Vegeta, did you not notice we've been moving through space on this ship the whole time? We are hovering exactly to the right of your planet." He tapped on the small marker that symbolized his ship, showing it right next to Planet Vegeta, nearly touching it. He smirked, thinking I was a blind fool to not see it in the distance, though I actually could.

"But why are you threatening me at such high stakes-"

"You will not cooperate otherwise."

"What-?"

"Are you willing to negotiate or not? Answer my question!" Frieza demanded.

"Fine! I swear on the blood pumping through my veins to be loyal and not use trickery," I blurted, biting my bottom lip hard, feeling hot blood on my tongue from the pressure I was using. I prepare for the worst, shutting my eyes against the sight of him. His lips move, and what I hear sends me backing into my chair. His request...

Frieza says something, but my ears are deafened by rapid heartbeat. Frieza laughs, rage filling me. I stood, but I didn't come at him. I made myself leave the room, my heartbeat beginning to fade gradually. The heartbeat followed me all the way to the front of the ship as I made my way there, my mind sprawling. What he asked of me was too much. I couldn't possibly sacrifice it...not it a million years, not to save all of the inhabitants in the universe...

I waited for the ship to land thinking over my vow. I couldn't possibly sacrifice. My heart returned to its normal pace, pumping my cursed blood through my veins. I sat near the entrance, keeping my distance from all of Frieza's damned dogs he calls "men". I sigh when a sudden thought hits me like lightning.

I furiously punch a button on my scouter praying for connection to be faster, my heart racing and breath quick as the icy fear of him already gone grips my heart. As soon as I heard the ping, I shouted into the scouter:

"Vegeta! Where in the name of sanity have you been?! Where are you?!"

I could hear the shock of my sudden urgency in my son's voice as he replied, "Father! Calm down, I went back to the palace to collect a new scouter..."

"I specifically told you to wait near the city on planet Sinatra. Why did you disobey me, my son?" I already knew that he had left, due to the silence from his side of the scouter. On Planet Sinatra it was incredulously windy. The thought reminded me of his scar, the dust blowing into his eye and causing it to bleed, making it like he was crying blood.

"I told you. I need to replace my scouter. I'll be back soon, but I must prepare for my mission- why are you out of breath?" I took a sharp breath, though it wasn't caught on the scouter on his side.

"Nothing important. Anyways, your scouter looked perfectly intact while on this planet, so why the need to replace it? Son, if its a mere scratch, you do not need to replace it." There was absolutely no reason for his scouter to be cracked...unless he was already assaulted by one of Frieza's men...no! They will not take him while I still breathe.

"I know this well, Father. When Lord Frieza had pushed me to the ground, the screen cracked. I will get it fixed, do not worry."

"Vegeta! It looked fine even after that-"

"Goodbye, Father."

"Wait! Vegeta-!" He obviously didn't hear my plea. I heard the ping once more as I was disconnected from contact. The same fear that gripped my heart was suffocating me...how was I supposed to keep my son safe when he wasn't even near me?

There was a large shudder as the ship made contact with ground. I waited for what seemed like centuries for the blasted door to open, the fresh, familiar heat of Planet Vegeta enveloping my body. I wiped my brow of sweat, surveying my surroundings. Frieza had decided to land in the city of Cor'u'shin. The city of the exact opposite side of my palace. It would take me a full three hours at full pelt to get back home.

I grit my teeth, flying off the metal ship's walkway, into the sky in the direction of my palace. I had to make it to my son before any attackers did, if there were any. Frieza couldn't get what he asked for. Vegeta had to be under my protection in case he didn't get what he wanted.

I had to get home.

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(A/N: So, that was King Vegeta's part. I hope nobody got confused, but I'm a little concerned about rushing the end a little. Anyways, this isn't the end of the chapter, but actually back to Vegeta's POV. For those of you getting sick with an "overdose of memories", I apologize graciously. The memories are the most main part of the story, so bear with me. XD)

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I stepped into the large room, several generals of the Saiyan race looking in shock at me and Nappa. I recognized three out of the four, excluding Nappa. All of those three were adorned with a scouter and a royal crest to symbolize that they are generals and are in possession of authority.

General Celenry, a middle-aged man with slightly fading hair, always wore a smug look, always certain of himself and whatever opinion he voiced. He was relatively thin, gaining slightly in beliefs of himself being too obese, turning himself skinnier and skinnier, an act of narcissism always constant. He has always been an enemy and rival to the general that sat next to him, known as Pean'utrius, for his young age. He is also one of Nappa's best friends, though I don't really vouch for him as a friend.

Pean'utrius is a man of action. He is always looking for something to do, a problem of ADHD not helping him. Being younger than Celenry at the range of thirty through forty has always angered the older general. Always hyper, he is constantly talking and making suggestions for some event or the like.

Lastly there was Aspa'a'rogos. Not only inherited with a long name, but also a long list of native tongues from his travels, including the language of the Sinatrians. He and I are on some relatively friendly, though not in a large way, levels. Just like me, he is a proud Saiyan, although he is not as devoted as I am, actually somewhat kind. I have taken a liking to his kindness as it fills the hole that was left from Mother. While the other two are single, he has a tashi and two children named Maizea and Corn'chit, one whom is a female and the other a male.

All of the generals looked at us expectantly, many of them fixated on me. General Celenry was the first to speak.

"General Nappa, what is the meaning of bringing the Prince, a child, to this meeting? Where is the King?"

"King Vegeta is away in business. Prince Vegeta will be filling in for his absence," replied Nappa, gesturing toward a seat next to Aspa'a'rogos. I sat down, zoning out all of the demands of my leave while Nappa attempted to calm everyone.

"Wow, they all want you gone, don't they? " said Aspa'a'rogos. I look up at him, his unnaturally hazel eyes glinting up at me. No one has been able to figure out his "mystery eyes", or so many doctors have put it.

"Yes, but I don't care. I wish to be gone as well. I have an important task set upon me from Lord Frieza."

"Is that so? Well, I guess now that Nappa has dragged you here, you aren't leaving for some time."

"I guess not," I agreed, crossing my arms, hearing the heated conversation die down finally. It was agreed that I
would stay and listen, agreeing or disagreeing on the final decision. If everyone agreed against me, then I had to give in and agree to the assault. If no one agreed with me, then I had to banish that strategy. The same applied to any other general. These rules were told upon me and soon the meeting began. It was also agreed that we all had to speak in our difficult Saiyan tongue, as it has never been shared to another species and was safe to use at the event of spies.

"It is understood by all of the council that we are agreeing upon how to join Planet Banania to our Intergalactic Space Trade or eradication, correct?" said Nappa, speaking fluent Saiyan. We all agreed, the map laid out across the table. "Is it also agreed no ill words of childish means shall be exchanged, the disclosure of plans to anyone other than Lord Frieza and the King, otherwise the consequence of death be baneful upon your name if broken?" That too was agreed upon across the room. Acting foolish wasn't helping anyone; execution wasn't that common in breaking that rule.

"General Nappa," said Celenry, "I believe the sensible answer were to go against using charisma. Using persuasion as the planet is very stable. If we were to use brutal force, the planet could undergo an explosion, dangerously depleting our numbers-"

"Persuasion?" I cut in. "Persuasion is not going to make them join us, General Celenry. We aren't to coddle them."

"Do you have any suggestions, Prince Vegeta...?" I could tell that he was loathing my decline, slowly turning to face me.

"I say that we threaten them. If we fool them into thinking that we're going to destroy they're planet, they'll have no choice to let us conquer them," I responded.

Celenry stood, slamming his palms onto the table.

"Prince Vegeta, you understand that the planet is highly unstable due to its unsettled core?"

"Yes, General Celenry, I understand this completely. We use this to our advantage - we threaten that we'll blow up the planet from afar or they all join us. That strategy or we fight them like we normally do."

"Due to the planet's unstable ground and atmosphere though, we could suffer casualties! There is another flaw in your so-called 'strategy' as well. What if they buy the threat and decide to attack us, then causing an explosion?"

"That's why we kill one by one to strike fear into their hearts, letting them know we're serious." I smirked.

He glared at me, grinding his teeth. He looked around at the other generals and saw that most hadn't said a single objection - most of them were actually thinking about the strategy I had laid down on the table instead.

"All in favor," said Celenry, gritting his teeth, "of Prince Vegeta's strategy..." A majority raised their hands, only two, including Celenry, against it. "Damn..."

"Well then, Celenry, it has been decided. I will lay out the plans to Father after my mission," I said, rising from my seat, surprised at how short the meeting actually came to be. Normally, the banter on how to conquer lasted hours.

"Filthy cur, you have no brains at all! Only a simple royal title that shouldn't have been placed upon your spoiled being in the first place!" shouted Celenry as I left the room. I didn't turn around, I just said my reply.

"Celenry, you understand you must be executed now, correct?" I heard him demand something, though he was cut off by one of the other generals.

"Go to hell, you damned dog of Frieza!" he gasped from his restraints. I couldn't help but chuckle.

"I'm the damned dog?" I asked, turning to face him. He had been pushed to his knees by Nappa, his hands forced behind his back by one of the generals I didn't recognize. "Who is the one on his knees, Celenry? Once you find the answer you'll already be dead and damned. As for me being anything of Frieza, I am nothing of his possession."

"Go to hell!" he roared.

"I already know I'm going to hell, but nothing will be there to greet me, as I don't believe in it. I know, however, that you'll be there."

"What are you talking about, you delusional child?"

"If we go by your belief, how can something confront me in hell when all of the demons and devils are up here? No one is a saint, Celenry. You should be glad to go to hell. In heaven there's just delusional, blinded fools up there to tell you what to do. Down in hell, no one is there except for those who don't give a damn about what you do. Pray you go to hell, Celenry, for I surely am if Hell actually does exist in the end." I strode out of the room, leaving the now-marked Celenry for dead.

I adjusted my scouter, the thing turning lopsided. I departed my palace, leaving for my pod. I'm pretty sure I should start my mission. I climb in to the pod, preparing to press the button to close the door.

"Prince Vegeta," a voice said behind the pod.

"What does one of Frieza's men want of me?" I said, stepping out of the pod, crossing my arms. Before me stood an alien with blue skin with white spots dressed in Frieza's men's armor.

"Lord Frieza has ordered me to come and retrieve you. He says that you can depart from his ship."

"Why would I need to go to Lord Frieza?" I said in a bored tone. I wanted to get this over with, the heat getting through my armor. It didn't burn me much - I was used to the heat.

"Lord Frieza says he will explain once you have arrived on board the ship." He grabbed ahold of my bicep, pulling me with him.

"Let me go, bastard!" I demanded, punching him in the chest with my free arm. He sprawled onto his back, releasing me.

"Prince Vegeta, please calm down! It is only a meeting with your father aboard his ship," the man said, his blue skin scraped from the rough ground.

"Why would I be needed?" I asked, standing next to him, watching him get up.

"Lord Frieza and King Vegeta had an agreement and it involves you greatly. Lord Frieza will explain further details." I nod as he leads me to where Frieza's ship rested, taking a couple of minutes to reach. Once we go there, I could see Frieza standing in front of the ship, hands behind his back. He wore an evil grin, a plan obviously in his favor. I hesitated slightly, seeing Father gone, though I was pushed along by the man escorting me.

Where is Father? Is he inside the ship? Somewhere around it? He can't have been subdued by Frieza. He has to be around somewhere...shouldn't he?

"Ah, Prince Vegeta, it is excellent that you join me today. Your Father should be back soon, I have just sent word to him," Frieza said. "At first he went to search for you - he could be quite the distance."

"What do you want with me, you bastard?" I hissed. I wasn't that mad - I just hated him in general. He didn't give me difficult missions, either, I just hated him mainly for tearing my family apart.

"My, my, Vegeta, control your temper why don't you?" Frieza slowly approached me, the scent of his favored red wine intoxicating my nostrils. "Your father has arrived, so you best control yourself, little monkey."

I couldn't afford to turn around, Frieza in front of me, so I stayed still while keeping eye contact. I wanted to punch him straight in the jaw, but since Father was approaching I couldn't afford to have our reputation ruined by disrespecting Frieza.

"Vegeta!" I heard my father exclaim somewhere behind me. I heard him running to me, stopping right next to me. He smelled of stale sweat as if he had been running under the hot sun for a very long time, or at least been in its harmful rays.

"King Vegeta, it's an honor to have you return again. Now, you know what must be done, don't you?" Frieza said, backing away from me, a hungry desire in his eyes.

"No!" exclaimed the king. "I will not allow you to have him! He is under my guardianship and that is how it will remain."

"You would prefer the death of your people then? I can arrange that with both you and your son still remain on this planet when I blow it up. Wouldn't it be better to let him live? If you don't, you, your people, and your son will face their utter demise!" Frieza shouted, beginning to fly above us.

"No! Frieza, you don't have to do this!"

"Then hand over your son so your planet and yourself will live. Isn't it better to sacrifice one thing than a numerous amount of a whole population? After all, you made a vow, did you not?"

"Frieza..." I was in between both of them - Father had backed up when Frieza ascended in order to go after him if need me - the tension rising in the slowly setting suns' lights. What in the world are they talking about? What exactly did Father promise so important that Frieza was going to destroy the planet for?

A slight breeze began to settle between the two enemies. Frieza, still airborne, wore a confident smirk on his face. Father appeared to have a look of fear, most likely due to the threat of our planet. I just looked at both of them, seeing how ridiculous this really was. Shouldn't Father just give Frieza the object he wanted? Wait...wasn't the object he wanted was...me?

My heart began to pound in my chest. I could see Father struggling inside his mind over this dilemma. I could tell that he was planning to give me up. He was prepared to give away his son to save his planet. I didn't want this to be...though I did want my planet to live. I didn't want to go with that lizard. Couldn't he just have something else?

"Vegeta, how much do you care for your planet...?" asked my Father, not breaking eye contact with Frieza. I could feel my heart beat faster. I was about to be given up.

"Father, I don't want to go with Frieza. Isn't there some other way to negotiate?"

"...I'm sorry, my son...this is the only way to save your people. Do you not want to save them?"

"Yes, I do want to save them, but not in this way! If I am placed under the service of Frieza, I myself will be killed!"

"Vegeta!" he shouted, finally looking at me. "This is the only way to ensure our planet's safety. Do you want them to die? Do you want to see them all die at your fingertips? Vegeta, if there were another way, I would jump at the chance, but there is no other! You must do this my son, for if you do not, we will all meet our gruesome demise. Please, Vegeta, do this for me. Do this for our planet." He paused, as if thinking if he should add something else in. "Do it for your mother."

"Father..." I could feel the pounding in my chest once more. How could I just throw myself out to slaughter while everyone else gets to live, most likely unknown to the sacrifice I had made? But I also couldn't be selfish enough to not do it. After all, that would be running away from a challenge, a battle from life. I would be shamed upon for being so cowardly. I clenched my fists and swallowed hard. I took a hesitant step towards Father.

"I'll do it..." I lowered my head, trying to stem the tears that had come with the words. I felt a large lump in my throat, making it seem difficult to breathe. I held my head up, tears being held back. My father flashed a proud smile.

"Thank you, my son. You are making a large sacrifice and it is selfish of me to force you to do it. Don't forget who you are."

I swallowed hard. I took a glance at Father, a tear rolling down his cheek. "Goodbye, Father..." I stepped hesitantly towards Frieza. He wore a victorious smile, a smug grin full of glee. He lowered himself back down to the ground, telling one of his men to collect me. He turned back towards Father, approaching him. I couldn't see what had happened next, pushed inside of the ship that had belonged to Frieza. I have officially been signed over to Frieza, the lizard that will cause my living hell.

(KING VEGETA'S P.O.V.)

My whole body screamed at me to snatch up my son who was walking towards the beast known as Frieza. I couldn't just hand him over; he is my child... I can't let him slip through my fingers! But I knew that I had to let him go. If not for Frieza, then for my planet. I couldn't turn my back on my people. I had to make this sacrifice. I just hoped Frieza wouldn't make his life a tainted one.

I clenched my teeth, grinding them slowly. Then my son told me goodbye...that is probably the worst thing I have ever heard from my family. He was pushed along inside the ship by one of Frieza's men, leaving me alone with the tyrant.

"Yes, Lord Frieza?" I asked as he approached me. He held a smug grin, obviously satisfied. It disappeared into one of seriousness as soon as he spoke.

"You do understand that you will never be able to defy me, correct?"

I swallowed. "Yes, Lord Frieza."

"Then you understand that your pesky little retort was one of defiance, and that you could be instantly executed if you do this again?"

"Yes, Lord Frieza..." I confirmed, standing tall. "If you make one move or command to regain your son, you will join your pathetic wife."

I swallowed. "Yes...Lord Frieza."

"Good." He turned his back on me without hesitation, leaving me alone as his ship was sealed. I watched the ship as it shot off into the sky, leaving me alone. 'God dammit...!'

-

Approximately two days after my confrontation with Frieza, I am sitting upon my throne, several warriors awaiting my command. I explained to them all of my expectations and the goal of my mission: I was going to rescue my son from that wretched tyrant, despite that I was ordered to do.

"Today I expect my son returned to me, unharmed. Each of you will infiltrate Lord Frieza's ship and eliminate anyone who tries to stand in your way. I will warn you, however, that Frieza is also onboard his ship and he will be looking out for any form of offense trained on him.

"How you are going to succeed is completely up to you, just so long as Prince Vegeta is returned to me. Each of you will be rewarded greatly of you succeed, no sooner and no later. Do all of you agree to these terms and understand the objective?"

"Yes, King Vegeta!" they each said in unison.

"Good! Now g-" I was cut off by a sharp pain in my lower abdomen. The attacker had gone straight through the throne. It felt like fire, searing deeper and deeper into me, trying to rip free. I remained still, my men looking at me in horror.

"Well, well, King Vegeta, trying to steal back my prize, eh?" I heard my attacker mutter in my ear. I felt the object stabbing me dig in even deeper, making me wince.

"W...Who...?" managed to say.

"You know who I am. Do you not recognize my voice?"

My eyes widened at my realization. A cold chill made its way down my spine, the pain in my abdomen intensifying. I could feel the hot, thick liquid that was my blood protruding from my wound. It wasn't until Frieza made a large jerk that his arm was completely through me. I looked down, rage overtaking me. I stood, his arm removing me in the process. I managed to deal a blow to his stomach with my elbow, though he did not move an inch, much less express any pain. He punched me hard in the back, sending me to the ground. He looked at all of my men as if deciding how to kill them.

"Wh...Where i-is my...son...?!" I managed to choke out from atop the floor. Frieza barely glanced at me.

"Ah, I sent your son on his mission that was due." Frieza looked back at my men, no doubt giving them a look that dared them to attack. I could hear one of my men run up to deal a blow, only to be shot with one of Frieza's blasts in the chest. He fell mercilessly to the floor, his eyes still open.

"Br...o...cillicy..." I said to the corpse. "Mah'ni..." I apologized. Brocillicy will probably never forgive me in the Otherworld, no matter how much I apologized, but it wouldn't feel right if I never did.

Frieza set his sights on the rest of my men, killing each one of them slowly. Lastly when it came to me, he gave a sly, evil grin. His arm went through me again, though this time through my chest. Blood gushed out of me as Frieza ripped my heart right out of my chest.

"Vegeta, say hello to your wife for me."

That was the last thing I heard before darkness enveloped me, death's awaiting hands grasping my soul forever.

(VEGETA'S P.O.V.)

I looked about the stars that sparkled about me as I shot off toward my destination. I crossed my arms as I sat in my pod, on to completing my mission given to me by Frieza. If was an honor somewhat, seeing as he was the ruler of the universe and all, but I really didn't want any orders dictated at me by that lizard.

Being sent to do my mission given to me previously was not what I had in mind of being my first order being under Frieza. I had imagined, really, more of an order to kill off someone of my race, or something of that cruel standard, but apparently I was to be on the task given to me earlier.

Frieza seemed somewhat hurried about the whole order though, a sense of rush mixed with his normal tone. I'm sure that he had left as soon as I was sent off, going away to some important meeting or the like. But some part of me thought otherwise. It was as if something bad was to happen, a sickening feeling of worry but you just don't know why.

I saw a green planet in the distance, one of a somewhat large size. I smirked, the thought of eradicating the inhabitants and getting stronger drawing me nearer and nearer.

As I came into the gravitational pull of the planet I uncrossed my arms. I wasn't aware of their full potential of power, though I was determined to kill them all. After all, who could ever defeat a Saiyan, much less a Saiyan prince?
Whatever the outcome, this planet was going to be slaughtered of all who live there by me.

I landed somewhat roughly, smoke fogging the vision through the small circular window in my pod. I cautiously punched a button, watching the smoke snake inside the pod as the door slid open. I stepped out, fanning away some of the gray mist. I took a step forward, the green vegetation clouding any chance of civilization. I scowled, disappointed by the lack of a challenge by the missing inhabitants.

Aggravated, I sped into the slightly pink-tinted sky in search for my victims. After an estimate of an hour, I had stumbled upon a fairly large village with odd green beings going about. I smirked, landing right in the center of the civilization. I cracked my knuckles as the warriors that I had expected came forward. "Who wants to die first?"

I took a large bite of the limb I held in my hand. Contemplating my halfway through conquer of the planet, I tapped on my scouter, bored. As I searched through bits of data on the mechanism, a voice speaking through my scouter. "Prince Vegeta?"

"Yes, what is it?" I barked, taking another bite.

"I regret to inform you that Planet Vegeta has collided with a large meteor. No one is left, sire. Lord Frieza sends his condolences - would you like to send a reply?"

My heart stopped yet my voice did not hesitate. "No, no reply." I heard the small click as the connection was severed. My mouth went dry, a small lump forming in my throat. My people...my home...my father, my only family left to me.

I gritted my teeth, pushing the thought aside. I had a mission to do, the mourning of my father could come later.
I stood, fighting back a small amount of grief. After all, Father was an idiot to get himself killed, so why should I mourn his loss? He didn't die in battle, like a real Saiyan.
He was a man who had just failed to escape death.

I stood, leaving the remainder of my meal. I made the short trek to my space pod, my mind wandering. After all, what was one to think about when their home had been exterminated? I could only think about how I would be forced to stay with Frieza. How could I possibly cope with that? How in the world could I possibly find a way out of Frieza's grasp now? Father was now dead, probably my only chance of escape gone. I had thought of a rebellion, though that came to no success. The possibility of my father fighting for my freedom was completely dashed away. Even Nappa won't be able to sever my imprisonment - I doubt he knew what had happened, unless Father said something.

I felt a light drizzle fall upon me, the rain washing traces of blood from my chest and face I had received during the Purging of the planet. I had a blank mind, my thoughts dispersed after my realization of endless rule under Frieza. I only kept one foot in front of the other, navigating my way back to my pod.

I finally stepped into my craft, sheltered from the merciless rain which fell harder with every passing minute. I pulled aside one of my bangs that was plastered to my face, slick with the precipitation. My fingers flew across the electronic touch screen that I knew as the control panel. I flicked and swiped across a galactic map, searching for Frieza's ship. After several minutes of searching, I growled and tapped on my scouter.

"Yes, Vegeta?" answered what sounded like that abomination, Zarbon.

"What are the coordinates of Lord Frieza's ship?" I barked. I heard a chuckle, a murmur afterwards.

"We're currently stationed in the south galaxy, Vegeta. Lord Frieza is expecting you, so do please hurry." He cut off, continuing to say something to someone else as he signed off. I growled, gripping the scouter to near demolishment. God, I hated Zarbon. Now I was stuck with him.

I tapped on the small map, my anger showing as I punched down the galaxy coordinates. My map zoomed to the South, the small icon of Frieza's ship hovering near a violet-colored planet. I clicked on it, my pod instantly responding to the nonverbal command.

I laid back against my chair, a single drop of rain sliding down my cheek. I brushed it away, folding my arms across my chest. I made a mental note to myself to take a shower as soon as I had made my return. For now, my pod sped on through space, the thoughts of my race being slaughtered being dashed away instantly as I closed my eyes to the want of sleep.

(A/N: Sooo, guys c: The real stuff is about to come around! This part of Chapter Six is the one that wasn't posted on my sister's account. We're now updated! BD
In a few days or so, expect Chapter Seven! I know this chapter went a little haywire, and I myself am not a happy camper with it, but whatevs ^^ Vedge will soon be out of the hospital. 3 Thank you loads! Leave a review if you like!)