It was my birthright. I was to be heir to my family's crown. I was to be king. Until my planet was destroyed. My royalty was shattered. I was a common class warrior. My title no longer existed as Prince. I was now just Vegeta. After my planet's destruction, I began to work for the one known as Frieza. I did many tasks for him, only to be laughed at by our futile efforts. We being myself, Nappa, and Radditz. Ridiculed, for being "Monkeys"

Zarbon.. the right hand man of Frieza, would be my adversary, pissing me off more then Frieza ever could. No one cared that I was a prince. No one wanted anything to do with me. But ah, yes. My loyal subjects : Nappa and Radditz. The only Saiya-jin left in the entire galaxy. Or so I thought. Radditz explained to me that he had a brother. A full-blooded Saiyan, sent to Earth to conquer it! But alas, he had not conquered the planet.. so Radditz went down to check on the delay..

Several months later, Nappa and I departed for Earth. Radditz relayed a message to us about "Dragonballs". Magical stones which could summon a dragon, to make a wish! At last, this was my chance to become supreme once more! Frieza would feel my wraith! Hastily, Nappa and I traveled twords Earth.. knowing that the Saiyan race would be ruling with an iron fist once more.

Our Pods crashed into the hard ground, creating a crater. Myself and Nappa exited and switched our scouters on. Nothing but pathetic powerlevels. perhaps the brother of Radditz was not here at all..