A/N: Well, here's Chapter 9. Thanks to Meiyo Motou, Cara2012, WildVegeta, Mariposa, and LaughableBunny for all the reviews on Chapter 8. Hope you guys enjoy this new Chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of the characters, Akira Toriyama does.
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After a few minutes, King Vegeta stood up, his small son in his arms. It frightened the doctors how the little prince's eyes seemed to be staring at everything, yet seeing nothing.
Malaka walked over to the two.
"Let me have him, Sire", the head doctor said, holding his arms out.
King Vegeta hesitated.
"I'll do everything I possibly can to help him", Malaka assured the Saiyan king.
Finally, King Vegeta relented and carefully handed his young child to the doctor.
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"I've never seen King Vegeta so mad before", said one of the doctors.
"I thought for sure that he was gonna rip Zarbon's head off", said another doctor.
Malaka ignored the gossiping doctors around him and looked down at the Saiyan child in his arms. The five-year-old prince's glazed over onyx black eyes stared back at him lifelessly.
Outside, King Vegeta waited anxiously to hear any news about his five-year-old son's state. What if he was so badly hurt that the doctors couldn't do anything for him? What if the little prince died? On one hand, if he did die, he wouldn't have to endure any the misery on Frieza's ship that would without a doubt befall him. On the other hand, the Saiyan king didn't want his small son to die, he had all ready lost his wife, he didn't want to lose another person who meant so much to him.
(Flashback)
Two days had passed since King Vegeta's wife, Kaiya had died from an odd sickness that had targeted her heart and puzzled doctors. King Vegeta was devastated. His beautiful, loving wife of fifteen years was dead and the only thing he had left from her was their young son, Prince Vegeta. The little prince was now only two years old. Of course, the Saiyan toddler was too young to fully understand that his mother was dead, but somehow he knew that she was gone and she wasn't coming back.
"Why did Mommy leave us?" little Vegeta asked his father one day.
"She didn't have a choice", King Vegeta answered. "She had to".
(Flashback ends)
The even sadder thing was that now, three years after she'd died, little Vegeta had hardly any memory of his mother.
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Two hours passed and finally, Malaka came out.
"How is he?" King Vegeta asked the head doctor.
"He's in the recovery room, resting", Malaka answered. "You can go see him now".
King Vegeta walked into the room. The room was dimly lit and little Vegeta was lying on his back in the bed in the corner of the room, resting peacefully.
The Saiyan king walked over and sat beside his son. The side of the five-year-old prince's face was bruised and looked sore, his little arms were bruised and bloody, and he looked like he was having another nightmare, which he probably was.
King Vegeta watched the slow, steady rise and fall of his small son's chest as the little boy slept. He still only had a little over a month before he had to give the young boy to Frieza. And then, it would be a whole year before little Vegeta would return.
The thought of giving his son to Frieza, even for just one year, filled King Vegeta with anguish. The young prince didn't know that in a little more than a month he would be given to Frieza. King Vegeta knew he had to tell his son eventually, but right now, he just couldn't. Not with all the horrible things that Zarbon had done. Not with how much pain Vegeta had suffered at the hands of Frieza's lieutenant.
Vegeta jerked in his sleep, throwing his father off guard.
Suddenly, the five-year-old Saiyan prince's eyes flew open and the child started to scream and cry.
"Vegeta, what is it? What's wrong?" his father asked in alarm.
Vegeta didn't answer. He just grabbed the collar of his blue training gi and screamed even louder.
At that moment, Malaka and several other doctors hurried into the room.
"Sir, you may want to step outside", Malaka advised.
King Vegeta nodded reluctantly and walked out.
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An hour later, Malaka came out of the room, followed by two other doctors. King Vegeta felt that odd sense of foreboding again. Something was horribly wrong. The doctors were exchanging tense glances at one another.
Finally, the doctor on Malaka's left side took a deep breath.
"Sir, I can't even begin to express how terribly sorry we are...", his voice broke off.
"T-the prince's insides were badly damaged...", the doctor on Malaka's right side's voice broke off too.
"Sir...he's gone", Malaka said.
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My second cliffy.
Is Vegeta really dead?
Find out in the next Chapter of Tyrant's Demand.
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