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I don't have a name: chapter ten: A prince.

The sun was blinding and the cloudless sky was blue… So blue. The previous Vegetasei had a pink-reddish sky. It was so different from his home planet. But it didn't matter; now here was the capital of his future empire. He was walking towards the Royal palace in the Central district of West City. All around him, Saiyans were cheering, yelling his name, some women were even crying of joy: their savior, their future king was here, at last!

All his life, whenever he would be walking, he would hear the screams of his victims, or the insults of Frieza's men. Now, he could hear his people calling him, looking at him like if he were a god. It was good, it flattered his ego; he knew he was the strongest Saiyan ever known… And someday he would be the strongest of the universe, once he would reach Super Saiyan, for it was his destiny.

His father was there, his eyes full of pride; he had grown old. Now he had little wrinkles in his eye corners. Once he arrived by his father's side, everybody fell silent and bowed before them. His father's eyes were shining.

"Saiyans, today is an important day in our History, my son, your Prince, has finally returned." The crowed clapped and acclaimed again.

"With him, nobody will ever think about attacking us. Let us tell to our enemies that they should tremble, because the strongest Saiyan ever is with us now!" the crowd acclaimed again. It was starting to piss Vegeta off; he hadn't survived to Frieza to become deaf because of this people's stupidity. The king saw his son's annoyance.

"Now, my people, we will retire. My son and I have business discuss." And the King and his Prince entered in the palace.

It was all white, with blue and red flags. It was… deceitful to Vegeta's opinion. When he was a kid, the palace was much bigger, the wall were black obsidian… Everything about it was regal, whereas this one was like a big mansion. King Vegeta brought his son to a balcony overlooking the most beautiful parts of West City.

"My son since you've gone, things have changed for our people. Our beautiful Vegetasei was destroyed, and we are only a few thousands remaining. Nevertheless, you will be pleased to know that our Empire has grown. Now we have other conquests like Pila, Zanoth or Earth. Never the Saiyan Empire has been wealthier…"

"But?"

"How do you know there's a but?"

"There is always a but in political matters."

King Vegeta smirked, his son was smart indeed. He was a strong and handsome man, he couldn't have been prouder of him.

"Well, there's been a rebel movement in our colonies over the past few years. They are called The Rebellion. They are present especially on Earth."

"Then wipe them out."

"That's not that easy. I don't know how they do it, but they killed some of the toughest Saiyans: they even killed Kabu, my Minister of War."

"Then give them what they want, who cares." Vegeta was really annoyed now, he didn't care about those stupid weaklings, he had more important things to discuss with his father.

"That is not possible. You see, they want equality for them and their half-breeds."

"Half-breeds?!"

"When we arrived on planet Earth, we realized that their DNA matched our own. We didn't have enough women to repopulate properly our race; therefore, we used Earth women to breed our children. They are bellowing us, of course, but these half breeds are very helpful: they are tough enough to resist training. Sure they grow up slower than a pure Saiyan child, but it's a very small inconvenient. Earth is the only planet where there are half-breeds, it is just an essay. I want to see how the half-breeds will grow, if they can fight and all this… And if it works, then I will extend this system to other systems. If I give them what they want, it could be dangerous for our monarchy."

"Why?" his father had a serious face, apparently he was bothered.

"I hadn't planned this, but apparently well trained half-breeds are stronger than pure Saiyans ones. If I give them what they want, then half-breeds and pure Saiyans would have the same training, and they could overthrow us. Or worse, they could follow their mother; kill all the Saiyans and take Earth back… It is much better for us that they stay below us; they serve us and that's it. Besides, if I start giving them liberty they will want more and they will rebel."

"They're already rebelling, father. And it's just a matter of time. If you don't do something quickly, they will overthrow you."

"And that's where you come."

Vegeta was now wearing a scowl, his arms crossed on his chest… Where was his father getting at?

"Now you're here I count on you to solve the problem." Vegeta remained silent for a while.

"This Rebellion is none of my concern, father, there are more important things to do. We must destroy Frieza… He's the one who destroyed our old Vegetasei." His father's face was blank

"Are you sure?"

"Positive! Dodoria confessed it before I killed him. You must declare him war, before he starts to enslave us. He let you develop you empire on this mud ball because he found it amusing. You're lucky he didn't do a thing yet. You must strike back, now!"

The king looked at his son stunned.

"I knew it. That's also why I make sure the half-breeds are trained a bit. I want them to be our first line in our war against Frieza."

"But, I thought you arrived only eleven years ago. They're way too young."

"Yes, that's why I'm not declaring war to Frieza, not now. I'm waiting for my army to be at its maximum."

"But in the meantime Frieza's strengths are growing and way much faster than yours. I may not like it, but you must find allies and fight him now!"

"My son, maybe Frieza turned you into an Icejin, but I am a Saiyan, and I do not ask for help. I will destroy the Clod Empire all by myself."

"Father, I wish we could, but we can't. Give those people what they want and concentrate on destroying Frieza. You're being ridiculous, if you keep this path, they will eventually overthrow you! It's only a matter of time since you can't destroy this Rebellion."

"SILENCE, shouted the King, I have decided that you would destroy this Rebellion, and that's what you shall do. I am the king, and as long as I live you will do as I say… Oh, and just for you to know, their leader is named Yamcha, he's usually wearing a hooded costume, you can see pictures of him on leaflets in the streets. Kill him, and then maybe we will talk about your crazy war plan again."

Vegeta was furious. He had faced death, torture and humiliation for his people because his father had demanded him to. He had been a slave for this man, and now, this very same man was enslaving him too. It was too much. Vegeta turned round and got inside the palace.

In the middle of the afternoon, screams were being heard in the castle. Vegeta walk to the Chancellor's apartments, Gobo. He was crucified on one of the walls, his blood pouring from a large wound in his shoulder. With his blood, was written "For him…". On another wall, could be read "No one kills my people with impunity."

The king was fuming. "What does this mean?" asked Vegeta, frowning.

"Gobo was known to torture Earthling so they would reveal where this Yamcha was hiding."

"And the " for him"?"

"I don't know, son. I don't know."

"Will you listen to me. If you give them what they want we'll be free of this unnecessary civil war. We don't have time to play with those rebels…"

"Enough Vegeta!" yelled the king, "And you get out of the way, and get back to work." he shouted to an Earthling maid who was looking at this murder scene through the door's entrance.

This is gonna be tough to get him to declare war to Frieza, wondered Vegeta, but I can't fail, I won't let you live Frieza, you will die by my hands, even if I have to kill my father for it.

Vegeta was returning to his quarters after his training session. He was really pissed off, he shouldn't have come back. He should have let Nappa return alone and tell his father he was dead. Everybody was so annoying: men were constantly bowing before him and pretended to be friends with him. What a bunch of hypocrites, he didn't have friends, nor did he need any. As for the women, it was really awful: as Nira had died, all the young elite females were trying to seduce him and their mothers were showing them like a merchant shows his last product.

And worst of all, no one seemed to consider Frieza as a threat. Even the new War Minister Corgo was joking about it "My Prince, there is nothing to worry about. Frieza never attacked us. Maybe we aren't allies anymore, but it's not a reason for us to attack him. Besides, we must wait for our army to grow, we would be outnumbered". When he had said that, Vegeta had almost lost his temper. He only wanted to break his neck, but he couldn't, not tonight; tonight was supposed to be a pleasant night. So he had isolated himself in the training room (only to see that a flock of women had followed him).

He was bare chested and sweaty. He took a shower, put some undergarments such as pants and a red dressing gown. He was about to throw himself on his king-sized bed when he heard a woman's voice:

"Good evening your majesty."

That was enough; he turned around, to see a hooded woman figure. Her cloak was navy blue, and he couldn't see her face, yet he could see her tail. He was about to kicked her ass to get her out of his room, when she said

"My prince, I'm sorry to interrupt you, but we need to talk, about the Rebellion."

The Rebellion! Could this woman be part of the Rebellion? What did she want?

"I am a spy of the Rebellion, and I'm here to ask for your help."

"What do you want?" Vegeta asked sharply. He wasn't in the mood to listen to a woman's riddles.

"I hoped you persuade your father, the king, to get what we want: justice and equality."

"Hum… Why do you think I would want to help you?"

"Then I must have heard wrong, because some of my men are pretty sure to have heard you say "give them what they want,""

Vegeta couldn't see her face, but he was sure she was smiling. Incredibly, this woman wasn't annoying; at last someone who seemed intelligent and bold enough to challenge him. She was probably weaker than he was, yet she was considering him as an equal: it was infuriating and soothing at the same time.

"Sorry to tell you this, but my father won't listen to me. Keep fighting, your leader must be pretty good since he succeeded to kill Gobo… Or Gobo was even more stupid than I thought."

"Frieza is offering us his help."

This sentence sent shivers in Vegeta's spine. Frieza! It was worse than I thought, he must have felt the danger a rebellion can be to the Saiyan Empire.

"And…" Vegeta said, trying to keep his confident composure.

"And I know that if he offers us his help, it's certainly not because he's a liberty defender. Our leader refuses to take his help, though it would provide us greater weapons and more warriors than we could ever imagine."

"And you think I can help you."

"Yes, you see, you're the future head of the Saiyan Empire. You are respected and feared. Besides, we don't want to crush the Saiyan Empire, we want our status to change. I… Well, we thought maybe you could grant us, and then with all the help of the other colonies, plus some other supporters, we could destroy Frieza."

"Do you think I will follow you just because you're telling me you're going to help me? Why would I follow you anyway? Besides if you want us to be allies, you should have the decency to show your face."

Bulma sighted, and showed her face. She was wearing make up and jewels. She was absolutely gorgeous. With her big blue orbs, she eyed the prince in front of her and finally said:

"You will follow me because you know I'm the only one here who actually listens to you, and not just pretends to listen."

Vegeta had before him a woman: not a spoilt girl who wanted to seduce him for power. She was a leader, she was intelligent and had guts. Plus, she was pretty. Yes, she would be an ally. Besides, he didn't have any reason to fear her.

"Deal, I will help you and you will help me."

Bulma simply smiled to the Prince before adding.

"Tomorrow, I will take you to the place where we will be discussing our alliance. Good night your majesty." she bowed, and flew out of his room by his window.