Finally!
The end of part one! :p. Part one, mind you. Don't worry; more coming soon.
BTW. I'm aware that the following might not be in accordance with the DBZ-movies, especially the part about the legendary SuperSaiyi-jin. But then I believe the actual series wasn't really in accordance with the movies either (hey, I some parts of the series aren't even in accordance wit the series….) Anyway, although I haven't seen the movies I've come to understand that the legendary super Saiyi-jin was, in fact, not the king, but some half-crazed guy that was controlled by his father. Too bad. BUT! It is just a legend, and as such, it might well not be a true story. Or, for the sake of argument, let's just say this is another legendary superSaiyi-jin, ok?
PS, thanks 4 all the reviews. Espec Kichi; it's just lov-a-ly when they keep on coming…:D
PPS: I hope this is ok like this. It probably needs another checkup, but I don't want to wait any longer in bringin this out. It's slowing my writing when I think on these too long. I think the piece is in a readable state now, so enjoy!
"There are three ways to enter the royal palace of Vegeta-sei.
The first is from the main entrance on the planet.
The second is from the spaceport docs.
The third is…"
Vegeta shrugged from his position on the bed, stretched out lazily with his hands behind his head as he squinted at the white shadow waving in front of him.
"The third in none of your business. It's a secret not for the ears of low-class freaks hardly worthy to touch my feet." He confined to the boot. It stiffened in reaction, and quite realistically too.
But the effect was spoiled a little as Vegeta chuckled, making his tail bob up and down in the process.
Setting his teeth to control the unruly limb, he continued pensively. "Let's say you arrive from space. That sounds probable enough, eh?"
Vegeta took a long moment to get the tip of the boot to nod up and down.
It was a difficult feat, to say the least. He'd seen boys his age have trouble keeping the limb out of their way while walking. Getting just the tip to wiggle up and down, and then while inside his boot…. Vegeta smiled a little when his fifth limb finally complied.
"Alright. The palace's spaceports are huge. They are situated out back behind our gardens, which are also huge. Both the gardens and the spaceport are usually empty, though. They are off limit to everyone except the elites. And the royal family."
Vegeta cocked his head to the side, smirking a little. "That would be me."
Clearing his voice a little –for no other reason then that it sounded important- the prince of Vegita-sei continued.
"Actually, most of the palace would be off-limits to your sorry type, so I guess you should be thanking your lucky stars that I'm actually so bored I'm bothering to tell you this.
Now then. When you touch down, you should come to face the palace. It is huge; The biggest building on Vegeta-sei. The walls go up as high as 15 grown man up ontop one another, but it is at least three times as wide. It only has two stories, though, the ground story making up to biggest part; the ceilings are real high, with cool chandeliers hanging down. But you're not allowed to swing from them.
Anyway. Outside, The walls are smooth, with real big widows in them. Only the first few feet on ground-level are rustic; that's rough-cut stone. They did that to make the palace look more defendable. I think.
If you arrive during the day, the castle looks kinda pink. But it's not, cause that would be stupid. It's actually white. But the sun makes it look that way. It's better at night, though, cause we put all kinds of lights on it. Blue and purple and yellow and more. Anyway. The windows have triangle over them to catch off the rain, and because it looks cool. And on top of the roofs you have a statue of a monster over every window."
Vegeta racked his mind over what exactly the monsters looked like, but didn't come far. "I think they all have wings have wings... The right-most has a beak, and sharp claws." The prince had spent a lot of time looking at those statues. Sadly enough, he couldn't remember what they looked like any more. "It's probably not important. The gardens are kinda empty; mostly rocks and barbs-bushes at the sides. When you walk the grind path down to the palace, you come upon a pair of steel doors. There's a carving on it. All these figures…"
Vegeta's mouth twitched in irritation as he realised he had forgotten what that looked like too. This was just great! If he didn't get to go home soon, he wouldn't even remember how to find his own room.
What the hell was he supposed to be doing here anyway? How was any of this going to help his fighting-skills? The little Saiyi-jins stared ahead for a little while. He did not even note his tail had started twitching his boot to and fro, mirroring his annoyance.
No use…
From out of no-where, a low, rumbling 'boom' shook the room. Vegeta was up and about immediately, looking around wildly, but of course, there was nothing to see. Finally he had to relent to pushing his ear against the wall. He thought he heard a muffled scream, some scurrying, but soon there was only silence again.
It was aggravating! Surely, they wouldn't have just run aground some asteroid? Or would they have?
Just when he was beginning to think he had imagined the whole thing, a tremor ran through the ship once again: softer then the first, but definitely there.
The little Saiyi-jin kept his ear to the wall, until he made out a sound from the other side of his cell.
ki-blasts! Vegeta started once more, all but jumping to the other side to put his ear against that wall.
Sure enough, more blasts, muffled screams and cries.
A battle, and a vicious one by the sounds of it! Vegeta cursed; a real fight, right on the other side of the wall, and no way for him to become part of it. If only he had kept his card! He would have given almost anything to be part of this. But there didn't seem much chance of that; soon enough the sounds were becoming fainter, the skirmish moving on, and away from him.
The prince banged his palm against the wall in frustration. This just wasn't fair!
He listened a while longer, getting angrier with every passing moment of silence.
It wasn't doing him any good, and Vegeta soon realised he was driving himself crazy this way. Apart from being on edge, he was just about eating himself up from inside over giving the cat his card. Why had he done that anyway? Cursing under his breath, Vegeta though of something to occupy his mind while he rode this one out. Rode out what was probably the battle of the century. Taking both his boots, he placed them on his bunk propped up against the wall, feet up as if they were an audience facing him.
"The battle." he proclaimed.
"Ladies and Gentleman, I bring you, the last battle of the legendary super-Saiyi-jin."
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Turning around from his levitating position, Bardock grinned at his commando's.
"Well done." He called out to them.
Twenty odd warriors, most of them lower class.
But then he had not handpicked them on strength. No; precision and cunning were what mattered on this particular mission. And that was exactly what they were; older, calculating soldiers, that had never had the strength to make it up the ladder of Saiyi-jin military, but men that did know how to stay alive.
And together, they had done the impossible; they had immobilised Freeza's ship. Its great engine's were no more then a smoking crease, bits and parts and creatures being ejaculated into space.
Using both Intel and years of battle-honed experience, they had put aim at the ship, not using all that much power, but rather concentrating it on the ships weakest points. It had worked. This flagship would not be going anywhere for a while.
And everything was going just great; the flagship had not even stopped moving before the king's Elite vessel had rammed it, carrying their king and his elites straight into the ship. Already, he could see windows light up here and there as the elites and Freeza's men traded ki-blasts. They had made it; they were in.
Now all they had to do was win.
The battle was already thriving as Saiyi-jins and their allies went after Freeza's small guard vessels. Lasers and ki-shots illuminated the almost black nothing as the battle unruffled between space and the atmosphere. Saiyi-jin allies overtook lone guards; the provided easy kills, surprised as they were.
But Bardock ignored them; they would be finished soon enough.
He was after the big fish. Setting his sights on the giant flagship once again, Bardock grinned a feral grin. They were going to make their way to it as close as they could. It was not hta he did not have faith in his king and the elite guard, but the way he was it they could use all the help they could get.
"Let us join battle." He told his men, starting into the fray that had ensued between them and the flagship. His command answered with a blood-churning holler, following Bardock into the heat of battle. They felt no fear; not yet. They had a leader that knew what he was doing, and only a bunch of panicking aliens opposing them.
With great deliberation, they made their way to their target, drifting just out of the border of Vegeta-sei's atmosphere. But bardock dould already see they would not quite reach it. The engines smoked, but it's stabilizers held it firm in space. It would not drift back to them, and so the Saiyi-jins could not make it; almost but not quite.
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The start was the easy part- he knew it by heart. It wasn't that there were so fed stories Saiyi-jins told their children, rather then that he'd always demanded stories about the Legendary. As such, there were only a few. This wasn't his favourite one; the hero didn't win, this time. Vegeta hated it when the hero didn't win. So, he really didn't know why he picked this story to tell. It was just there. The Saiyi-jin prince only needed to close his eyes to see his tutor standing there again, chest up, face serious, as the old, drizzled Saiyi-jin intoned the story.
"Long, long ago. Before the battles of succession, before our pact with the cold empire, there was a king.
But this king was more then any king before him, and more then any have been after him.
He was the legendary SuperSaiyi-jin.
The Legendary had two sons. The eldest was called Vegeta –naturally. The youngest was named Nonote.
When his youngest turned four, the king decided to take the boy on a mission on him, alone. As a present for his birthday."
Vegeta smirked at the remembrance of a trip he had made, only two years ago. A trip very much like this one must have been. Although his father would never leave his guards behind to orbit the planet, which is what the legendary had done.
"Now, just to make the fight interesting, he took the boy to the planet Medorath.
Medorath was known all over the galaxy for their great fierceness; though the natives were not warriors by nature, they fought tooth and nail whenever their word was invaded –and it had been invaded a lot.
But never taken.
The king, however – being a SuperSaiyi-jin - knew that he could take them, and so he and his son descended to the planet's surface.
They touched down together, and had only moments before the enraged Medorathians were upon them. The Creatures fought tooth and nail, fighting only as a creature threatened with loosing all can. Both father and son were having the greatest time.
Neither king nor son bothered with the transformation to Oozaro; the transformation that would have turned the king into a golden ape.
They did not bother because the king was mighty enough to keep his enemies at bay in his normal state.
And, staying at his father's side, Nonote was in no real danger either.
Neither of them wanted to ruin their fun any sooner than they had to, and so they played with the enraged Medorathians. Killing them slowly, one by one; the way that provides the most enjoyment."
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King Vegeta dodged another ki-blast before he resumed his march, gathering his elites behind him once again.
They had taken some heavy losses already, but it wasn't to be helped. All he needed to concentrate on now was getting his band back together; get them moving to their final destination.
It wasn't an easy task; battle-hungry Saiyi-jins were never much for following orders, and Freeza's men were well smart enough to try and break the Saiyi'jins to take them down when they were alone and funerable. As such, they had already substantially thinned the king's forces.
But the king knew he was doing it; it was working. Slowly but surely, he was gathering his men behind him once again; slowly but surely he was nearing that horned little Ice-jins lair.
All the same, the king took no pleasure in this battle. He felt no enjoyment as he gutted another green little freak with his bare hands.
The old Vegeta could not loose himself in battle this time; he was too well aware of what his purpose here was. He was too well aware of what he had to accomplish to come through.
The king growled, firing again, a bright glow engulfing another pack of alien soldiers. An explosion followed, but him and his elites were already on the move again. Such an appalling, pathetic place!
The King though to himself, feeling his indignation with the whole situation raising another notch. His son, the prince of all Saiyi-jins and his only, made to stay in this alien cot. For how long? How long since Freeza had visited his planet, an impressive fleet at his back as the lizard 'kindly' requested the king to 'loan' him his son for 'special training'? Weeks! Months! too long.
The king felt something knot in his stomach as another wave of gruesome creatures assaulted them. An hour in this dump was too long.
Good; he needed to be mad.
He needed to be in raging fury to stand half a chance against that thing he would face next.
"FRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEZA!" the king bellowed, striding on.
He would show that pink little lizard not to mess with Saiyi-jin royalty!
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"The King was shooting Medorathians left and right. BAM! Boom!"
Vegeta was slightly aware that he must look a little odd running around, blasting imaginary enemies wit small Ki-blasts, but he just pretended it was training.
Besides, this was the best part in the story. Why not enjoy it while it lasted. Vegeta grinned, twirling around another imaginary attacker and kicking him so fast he was sure no one could have dodged the hit.
"Seeing as how he was the legendary, he had no trouble at all. Boom!"
The little Saiyi-jin shot another mock blast at a wall, jumping back with a summersault before it even hit. Landing with practised ease, he took up a fighting stance to throw a few fancy kicks and punches.
"His son, Nonote, was having a great time too.
He wasn't all that strong yet, but he just went after one guy at the time, getting in a good quota of kills."
Sobering suddenly, Vegeta turned a serious scowl on his audience, continuing in a soft voice, almost subconsciously returning to the intonation his tutor had used.
"But.
The little prince was having a little bit too much fun; savouring the fight, he allowed the Medorathians to lure him away from his father's side. Engrossed in battle, the boy paid no heed as to how far away from his father he was getting. Body and mind locked on his next kill. His next kill, that drew him away farther and farther, purposefully and skilfully."
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With more restraint then his father would have though possible of him, Freeza calmly sipped his wine. Calmly. Easily. And in complete control of his emotions.
Sure, he was upset with the Saiyi-jins; upset about their mutiny, but he wasn't going to let it faze him; he wasn't even going to bother noticing. That what he had soldiers for, so let them take care of this. There. See? Nothing to get worked up over… He smiled faintly, taking another sip. Just relaxing.
Just when he'd though he had himself under control, another tremor rolled along the hull of his ship. One so strong it rocked even Freeza in his throne, making him spill wine all over his bare, beautifully sleek legs. Freeza's eyes bulged at the sight of the stain. He jumped to his feet, so angry it took al his reserve not to blow up the whole ship then and there.
That's it!
Freeza jumped up from his chair, fuming. "Send king Vegeta in."
Both Zarbon and Dodoria stirred from their places. "What? You can't be-"
Freeza growled, shutting the both of them up. "You heard me. The king obviously demands an audience, send him in."
His lackeys all but ran to comply. Freeza tisked to himself before straightening to his full height and putting his hands behind his back.
Control. That was what it was all about. Freeza was in control.
"FRrrRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZZA!"
The midget-sized tyrant sighed, raising his eyes from the floor to bring them into focus on the king of Vegeta-sei.
Correction: former king of Vegeta-sei.
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"The boy was falling into a trap; he was slowly being lured away, for the Medorathians knew they couldn't get him as long as he stayed at his father's side. Nonote didn't notice, delighting in taking an easy kill here, and another there as countless Medorathians sacrificed themselves, only for this useless and cowardly purpose. They were-."
Vegeta stopped in half sentence as the ship rocked again. He raised his gaze up, an eerie feeling nestling in the pit of his stomachs. But he soon shook himself, swallowing the bile from his mouth.
Whatever it was that was going on, he couldn't do anything about it. Not from in here. All he could do was continue his tale.
"They were determined to have their revenge for their planet and people, and because they were too weak to take out the king, they wanted their revenge on the son. The king didn't see; he too was having too much fun to notice. Whole squadrons went down by his blasts, and he laughed, enjoying himself. He didn't notice his son straying from his side, until it was too late."
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Freeza smiled thinly at the King's insulting threats; the creature didn't evne bother with taking up a fighting-stance.
"You and what army, Vegeta? Those elites of yours are so afraid they're blue in the face!" Growling in response, the king risked a glance behind him. What he saw made his heart sink; they were, indeed, scared stiff. His best men, the bravest of Vegeta-sei, looking like a couple of deer in headlights.
What made matters worse was, there were only a few of his warriors left.
The King swallowed, steeling himself. No way to back up
now. There was only one way now, and that was to fight. King Vegeta lunged.
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"The king turned as he heard a ear-shattering wale, but it was too late. He turned just in time to see a laser-beam shoot trough his son's chest, piercing him, cutting trough his armour and out the other side, as if it was nothing at all. The king screamed also, as his son's body touched the ground,…"
The young Saiyi-jin paused again. He wasn't enjoying this story as much as he usually did. In fact, it was making him sad. Vegeta sat down on his bunk, wondering about this depression he felt. He didn't want to continue the story anymore, but something compelled him to keep going. The prince took an unstable breath.
"The king reached his son's side, but the boy was already dead. He was lost."
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Freeza sniffed, kicking the body he assumed to be the king's for good measure. Stupid monkeys. He'd had had enough of them; this was the final straw.
Freeza had thought his monkeys loyal. He had trusted them; well as far as his trust could go. And this was how they repaid him? Well, not any more.
"Zarbon, clean this mess up." he stated calmly. "I'm going to finish the whole barrel of monkeys."
The tyrant didn't even listen to the reply his lackey provided, taking his elevator up to the top of his ship, then calmly opening the airlocks. The air left him, but that didn't matter to a species such as his. Cold, clear nothing surrounded him as floated into empty space. It felt,… good. Clean, cleansing nothingness.
His pleasure was short-lived, though, as one of those filthy monkeys stood in front of him; as far away from his precious planet as it could possibly go without suffocating. Freeza sneered, lifting a finger, a little glowing ball appearing in his hand.
"Yeah, come on, Freeza." It said. Freeza grimaced, realising this was even a low-class soldier addressing him here. Addressing him personally!
"We aren't afraid of you anymore, Freeza!"
Freeza smirked, his little ball already growing steadily bigger.
Oh? Aren't you now?
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-"NoooOOOOOOoooo!"
The queen threw off another one of her soldiers, tears already streaming down her face. She knew, she felt. Her first officer tried a second time. "My queen! Please, be reasonable, we need to pull back. Things are to dangerous-."
-"I don't care!" she wailed, totally out of it. "It doesn't matter. He's gone. Don't you understand? He's gone."
The deck of her ship turned awfully quiet, showing they all understood fully. The communicator showing a blank meant nothing; it could have just broken, or maybe the elite carrying it had died. But if the queen had felt their king die, that sealed his fate.
The woman that captained them hiccupped, finally managing to stifle this weak feeling that tried to take her over. "Attack." She commanded, sounding cold. Too cold.
Such a reaction was to be expected; the first officer answered smoothly.
"I'm sorry, my queen. You know we can't do that. We have to retreat, and now."
The woman bared her teeth at him, ready to put up a fight; but it didn't matter; nothing mattered but providing for their future air. It was all that was left to them, now. Both king and prince lost, but a new king would rise again. One day.
The first officer smoothened his face as the queen opened her mouth to release her tyrannade. But nothing came out. She turned to the view-screen, as did all the soldiers on deck, looking out onto the scene that unfolded in the distance; a bright, pink light, engulfing everything, closing in on them.
The first officer felt something close to fear then. The queen! Their future king! Lords, he realised with grim certainty as the light grew brighter still. Their entire planet! Time seemed to slow as it the whole of the screen was lit up with a light so intense the Saiyi-jins had to shield their eyes.
Then, it hit.
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"The legendary went mad with grief, taking it all in, glowing bright with a golden light, brighter still, engulfing the entire plane, the planet. Light spreading farther, taking in moons, the king's own ships, planets close by, even the sun itself.
All paled in his brightening light as the King let go of his anger and pain in one devastating attack. Killing all. Even himself…"
Vegeta swallowed.
He could continue the tale, telling how the young Vegeta had taken over rule; a ten year old trying to rule a whole planet. He could tell how the queen had withered away in pain, not able to cope with loosing her mate and loosing her youngest at the same time.
He could tell about how this had shown the Saiyi-jins to shun the dangerous emotions that had caused this tragedy… but he hadn't the heart.
Vegeta slumped down and sighed; he felt like he had just lost something very important.
But for the live of him he didn't know what it was.
Something scurried to his left, and the little prince raised his hand automatically, killing the little rodent with a minor blast.
It brought him no pleasure.
