Vegeta-The Meaning of Being a Saiyan-Fire's of War

Vegeta-The Meaning of Being a Saiyan-Fire's of War

Vegeta and his comrades leapt out of the Saiyan Space Pods immediately upon landing, Ki blasts screaming through the air as they did. The Saiyans laughed as the Ki blasts hit them, and dissolved into smoke and sparks. These pathetic enemies were using Ki Guns and were obviously the runts of the litter when it came to the Cold Family's Private Army. Their Scouters even exploded while measuring the three Saiyan's powers and it was clear to both sides that these foot soldiers were completely outclassed. Vegeta, Nappa and Raditz smirked and Nappa spoke first.

"Gee I think you guys burned the dirt off my armour."

"Yes Nappa, my armour is quite clean and warm on this desolate world. Guess we owe them a thank you," Raditz laughed back, thrilled to be finally considered one of the team rather than a tag along.

The band of soldiers seemed too terrified to respond, Vegeta walked a step forward and noticed the men in front of him flinched, their Guns useless in their hands. Vegeta spoke clearly.

"On behalf of my comrades and of course from myself and the Saiyan race I Thank You!"

With those words the Prince extended his arm, yet no blast issued forth. Instead a small explosion vaporised the soldiers where his arm was aimed, they barely had time to scream. The three Saiyans laughed at them, soldiers squealing like scared animals. They should be scared Vegeta thought to himself.

"Hey Vegeta," Nappa said while not quite in control of his mirth, "I take it we are destroying this Planet the fun way yes?"

"Of course Nappa, just because they use Death Ball's doesn't mean we have to. We'll take our time and enjoy this trip."

That suddenly flared and old memory in Vegeta's brain as Freeza had said "Really a whole day!?" to Zarbon after he and his comrades had destroyed Chic after three days of fun. That freak Freeza didn't like the battle as the Saiyan's did, Freeza just killed things quickly. Vegeta always thought if life was to be savoured, then so too was ending life and so his opponents always met a worthy end.

"Okay, Nappa, Raditz, lets head to the Palace if its still here…"

Vegeta trailed off as he flew into the air looking around. The whole Planet was like a Salt Lake-sterile, baron and devoid of all its natural inhabitants. Merely white salt as far as the eye could see. It seemed most of the other members of Freeza's species had been wiped out, probably by the Cold Family so they could never be challenged, just like they did to us Saiyans. It made Vegeta sick. Exterminating a Planet during war or conquest was very different from simply destroying for no reason. No honour could be found in that "Theirs no stinking honour in any of this, Kakarot." He had said and he had been right. Most of the missions they were sent on had been bland and pointless, the three Saiyan's rarely saw the jewels of their conquest and just received scraps flung from Freeza's throne like dogs.

"Theirs no fun here Prince Vegeta, just these weak soldiers and a long neglected base."

"Yes Raditz," Vegeta replied, "Once again the Cold Family's arrogance is costing them dearly. They must have had most of their army off world and we've already taken care of that. What a disappointment-especially after all that Space Resistance we encountered."

The chill, lifeless wind blew and coldly caressed Vegeta's skin. He was wondering what to do with the dead world, until his senses flared at a distant power level. Distant as it was it was large even by his standards. Perhaps they had found Coola, Freeza's brother, ready to make his last stand where the Cold Empire had first begun so long ago.

"Come on men, I sense a power level, to the old Royal Palace!"

The three Saiyan's took off, becoming more appalled by the Planet by the second. Vegeta had never arrived at an inhabited world to find nothing. Finding the power level was the last hope of finding something fun on this world and Vegeta hoped it was indeed Coola. The long derelict Palace filled the horizon, as they hovered over where the roof had evidently been. There, slumped in the throne, was Coola. Thin and war worn, yet still arrogant and defiant as he looked up at them. His eyes widened.

"You Saiyan Monkey's dare!?"

He stood up and floated upwards until he was facing them.

"Killing you will be some compensation for the death of an Empire Monkey. I hope your father dies of grief when he hears you are dead. I will destroy you!"

With that Coola began to power up, as the Saiyans did also. Their energies surrounded them, shaking the very Planet itself beneath them. The battle of the ages in this Galaxy was about to begin, the long delayed battle of final vengeance would finally be settled once and for all. Vegeta smirked, Coola had no idea just what he was dealing with.