Vegeta wasn't really paying attention to where he was going; he didn't care either

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When Achilleus heard his best friend and lover was slain by his rival and enemy Hero, he howled in his fury, forgetting his pledge not to fight in a war where the spoils went to another man. Getting new and better armour from the gods themselves, he took little time to prepare for battle.

And no sooner had Troyans and Greeks started slashing into each other once again, before Achilleus quickly found his mortal enemy, and slay him.

But this was not enough for the grieving warrior.

And so he took Hero's body and tied it behind his chariot, driving his wagon around the city of Troy seven times

Every morning, and every night.

The hand that feeds me, chapter 8

Vegeta wasn't really paying attention to where he was going; he didn't care either.

Wrapped up in his own thoughts, he walked the flagship's endless corridors.

Could his father really be that upset about him attacking his own team-mate?

Sure, the prince knew it was wrong.

He even felt a little bad about it.

But what his father didn't know was that the creep had it coming, right?

Besides, why would the king care about that ugly purple kid?

Mawi wasn't a Saiyi-jin; he wasn't even a real humanoid. Creatures like that were hardly better then animals anyway. A Saiyi-jin prince had every right to rid himself of such vermin anytime he felt like it.

(Hey! Let's be fair. No-one can go about committing genocide when he believes the creature he is killing equal his own kind, right?)

No, surely the king was upset about loosing his twenty elites over this. But that really hadn't been his fault, right?

The little Saiyi-jin prince shook his head.

All this introspectiveness was giving him a major headache. He was even beginning to hear humming at the edge of his mind again.

No, not humming. Voices.

For the first time looking from his thoughts, he spotted the source of the noise.

A good fifty meters ahead, two of his classmates were walking.

Vegeta must have been walking faster then he had realised, for he had obviously been catching up on them.

Now, Vegeta would have just ignored them, if it wasn't for the fact that he recognised the back of that thin, grey-skinned head. A light shine of thin dark-grey hair covered it, without really obscuring the skin from view.

Yup, that was that thing called Ray alright.

Almost unconsciously, Vegeta started stalking the two, not making a sound as he walked behind them. Closing in on them silently.

"Yeah. That was kind of weird."

Ray answered to something the smaller kid had said.

-"Everything about that monkey-prince is weird. I tell you, he gives me the creeps."

The grey thing called Ray stifled a laugh. "oh, don't you worry about him."

Vegeta was barely able to suppress a growl.

Don't worry about the monkey, eh? I'll show you not to worry.

The smaller one piped up again. A yellowish thing of medium built. "Oh, I'm not worried about him. I'm worried more about Lord Freeza. Now him, he really gives me the creeps!"

The bigger of the two barked a laugh at him again.

"Really, Bishoyu! Everyone gives you the creeps."

They walked in companion-like silence for a while, until the yellow kid, Bishoyu spoke up once again.

"Maybe, Ray, but I'm telling you, we'd better be careful around here if we want to keep our skins."

Vegeta was loosing interest in their conversation again as he recognised where they were. They were passing the storage halls; one of the quieter parts of the ship.

If he was going to do anything, this was the time.

The Saiyi-jin stopped for a few seconds, and then started walking, deliberately and loudly.

Both kinds whirled around at his footsteps.

Suppressing an evil smirk, Vegeta took on a haughty tone.

"Hey, you. Any of you know some kid called Bishoyu?"
Falling for the bate, the little yellow kid spoke up, wining in a scared little voice. "That's me!"

Ray, on the other hand, was eyeing him coolly, in a way that could quite possibly be distrust.

Obviously, the question on the grey aliens mind would be, had Vegeta recognised him last night.

Dumb, ugly aliens; Duh!

Trying to pretend not to be in a hurry to get rid of the yellow kid, Vegeta eyed him a moment.

"What an ugly kid for such a pretty name." ( J know where I got the name? ) He decided after a moment, then smirked at the kid's expression.

"Freeza wants you."

The kid squeaked. Some warrior! "Me?! Lord Freeza wants me?"

Vegeta crossed his arms and glared at Ray, then growled at him "Is he hard of hearing?"

Ray glared back, but didn't say anything.

"Oh, my. Mymy! Freeza wants me?" the yellow kid was ranting. "Really? Why? What for? Did I do something wrong?" Vegeta pretended to be thinking about it, humouring the kid by rubbing the arm Freeza had grabbed so hard during class. "I really can't say, kid. He didn't tell."

-"Oh, my! Oh, no! I'd better go. Master Freeza doesn't like to be kept waiting."

Vegeta wished the yellow kid would stop using such pronouns to describe Freeza. He himself could think of some that were much more... Appropriate. Though possibly more hazardous to his health too, so he didn't mention it.

"I guess so."

Nodding at this affirmatively, the kid finally left.

Ray was still eyeing him. The Burgillian prince was suspicious, but obviously still not sure.

Giving him a shrug, Vegeta limped over to the closest hall's door, and accessed the controls.

He could tell Ray's eyes were on him, burning into his back.

Just to state his point, Vegeta sagged against the controls as he turned to bark and the grey wiry creature.

"The hell's your problem! Can't you see I'm busy?"

Ray looked taken aback by this a moment, but then smirked.

"Something wrong Vegeta? Not feeling too well?"

Vegeta didn't have to pretend to be angered.

"I'm fine you baka, not leave me alone."

With that he opened the hall's door and entered, still over-emphasising his limp.

He quickly scanned around the darkened premises, looking for something useful.

Ray was going take the bite.

He had to.

There! Boxes with spare machine parts. He made his way there quickly, tearing open the box wildly. Sure enough, he didn't have his hands on something hard long before he heard Ray behind him. "Now, is that anyway to talk to someone who is just trying to be nice? You know, you're not that though. You should try and show a little respect to your superiors."

Vegeta grunted, standing straight, keeping the metal pipe down to his side as he turned. Ray obviously didn't understand the advantage a Saiyi-jin had in the 'dark'; Vegeta sure saw enough. Enough to put up a decent fight anyway. "Respect Ray? I would. If I could find any superiors, that is." He could see the shock on Ray's face when he rushed him, un-expectedly fast. It didn't slow him as he whacked the taller kid straight in the face, sending him pivoting across the hall.

Chest heaving, Vegeta paused a moment.

Was that it? Was he dead?

No; sure enough, Ray started moving again.

Couldn't have that.

He had to die.

The Saiyi-jin rushed the taller kid before he could get off his knees, intending to bring the pipe down in his back. This time, though, the kid was ready, and turned in time to catch the weapon. They struggled for a moment, but in truth they were un-evenly matched. Saiyi-jins might be known for their great strength, but Ray was a warrior too; and quite a bit older.

When Vegeta retreated, it was Ray holding the pipe, and swinging it angrily. And wildly; he never had a change to catch Vegeta with a blow like that.

The prince's blood was running hot now, and the pain and fatigue from the night before were momentary forgotten.

The Saiyi-jin ducked, then returned with a solid kick to the gut. Ducked again. Then jumped to reach the grey alien's ugly face with a punch. Ray's face snapped to the side then righted itself. But it gave Vegeta time to kick the pipe away form the boy. Just when the prince was smirking about his success though, the tall kid launched himself at Vegeta, dragging him down with his greater weight.

Vegeta cursed and kicked, trying to get out from under Ray. He promised himself he was going to grow up so big no-one was bigger. Still, that wasn't helping much now. Ray, despite his wire-like frame, weighed as much as a ton of bricks. Vegeta knew the boy was having trouble, blood running from his head down his face, dripping into the Saiyi-jins face. His movements were getting more sluggish and slow too. Still, it was close to impossible for the tiny prince to make his way out from under the boy. Finally, after kicking and suffocating and getting pounded for what seemed to be fore-ever, he managed to get out of the hold Ray had no him, crawling away on hands and knees.

Something grabbed him by the ankle again, though, dragging him back. He kicked, but Ray was a lot stronger then he looked and held tight.

As long as Ray held him, both the advantage of speed and sight were lost to Vegeta, and they both knew it. A glance back at the Burgillian showed a blood-covered, panicked stricken Ray. But he looked angry too. He knew Vegeta didn't mean for him to survive this, but the same could be said about him as well. Slowly and deliberately the Burgillian prince pulled in his catch, murder in his eyes.

Just when Ray's other hand grabbed his knee, Vegeta saw it; the pipe. It was right there, next to him. With a burst of speed, he turned to his back, grabbing it with one hand, succeeding at surprising Ray with his sudden change of direction.

Vegeta didn't blanch nor pause this time.

He brought the pipe down on the Burgillian's face.

And again.

And again.

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