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Rearrangement.
Such a simple description.
Such utter pain, or such utter joy from the act.

Rearrangement.
Such an intricate act.

For him it brought upon something more than he could handle. The shifting of an entire perspective.
This is the Prince of Saiyans as a child. This is Vegeta at age five.

This boy was taught many things by his father. He was taught that he belonged to a great and powerful race. He was taught to be proud of his people, and of himself. He was taught not to show weakness lest it would destroy you, just as it destroyed their enemies.

From the fountain on knowledge Vegeta's father obtained through his life of careful breeding and meticulous repetition, he had decided since the boy's birth to take him on his missions as soon as he was able to stand and walk. King Vegeta believed it built character. It did. The kind it did is another subject matter.

A boy who's life had just begun, would soon think of, hope for, and eventually deny his own mortality.

Vegeta was a Saiyan, but Vegeta was a person.
Just like every other person, he could make his own decisions and come to his own conclusions.
One could look back on this prince and say, "It's not embracing what's being presented. It's lying to yourself for survival."

Vegeta's earliest memory is being with his father on a purging mission. It wasn't even a battle. It was a domination - a show of power, strength, and arrogance. It was the pride of the Saiyan race. It was creating a name to be feared and respected. It was the act of destroying weakness.

It was murder.

This was the Prince of Saiyans as a child wanting to vomit all over the new armor his father had given him. This was Vegeta at age five wishing he could just go home and cry. This was a small boy wanting nothing more than to erase the memories of flesh and screams. Flash forward two decades and the story has changed. In this version, the prince viewed the battle field with satisfaction. The new there-and-then says that he stood by his father's side beaming with approval. No, he hadn't smiled because it was expected of him or because he feared the consequences if he acted otherwise. He hadn't had night terrors for days afterward. Of course he didn't hate his father. The Prince of Saiyans contains no flaws.

Within a short span of time, his species was nearly annihilated. His father - his family - was dead, and he was alone. He was to take the place of his parent. He inherited the throne from his father posthumously and he was to continue the legacy that had been determined since before his birth. He was to crush his enemies and destroy all weaknesses.

Yet, he called himself the Prince of Saiyans. He called himself Vegeta.

You lie to yourself to change yourself to save yourself.
Then there is no difference between a truth and a lie.
And then there is no difference between right and wrong.
There is no black and white.
It's all grey.

Rearranged. Blissfully, unfortunately unaware.