Here's chapter four at last. Thanks for the great reviews so far.
Thankfully Yarijobi
had nothing to do with the writing of this story - he is such a bad influence on
me!!! (only jokin Yari)
Oh, and you'll be pleased to know that I finally learned
to spell Saiyan! *^_^* hee hee
A Saiyan Prince
Chapter 4: Vegeta is fourteen years old, still living his forced lifestyle with Frieza and his other slaves on the ship. Last chapter he met Raditz, Nappa and Zarbon and fought with them all for Frieza's amusement. This chapter, Frieza takes his favourite Prince on a mission which has a big impact on his life. Action/Angst
The saucer shaped space ship landed on the blue planet of Gregaran, for the third time in as many weeks. Vegeta sat in his room, watching the landing uneasily from his window. Frieza had been 'negotiating' with the planet for a few months now, and although its inhabitants felt sure that they were on the dangerous overlord's good side, little did they know that this time he planned to forcefully occupy the planet. His plan was to take it over completely and sell it for a huge sum of money to a terrible race of mutants feared across the galaxies, and known as the Kelras.
Knowing his duty, Vegeta reluctantly made his way to Frieza's control room. He barely suppressed a sneer as he saw Zarbon and Dodoria flanking Frieza's chair. The two minions made his skin creep, with their attitudes of complete servitude. It was something Vegeta could never understand. Although he himself was ruled by Frieza, subject to his command, Vegeta was never happy with the situation. He felt it was his right to have servants; as the Crown Prince of Vegeta he had never expected anything less. His life on Frieza's ship was like some terrible accident, standing in the way of destiny, of the rightful history of his people.
'Vegeta,' Frieza's black lips curled into a smile. He seemed pleased to see the Saiyan Prince.
'Lord Frieza,' Vegeta kept his eyes downcast, showing the hatred he felt for Frieza only to the tiled floor.
'So,' Frieza drummed his long fingernails on the arm of his chair in anticipation, 'Now we are ready. Let's show this insufferable planet the true meaning of the word terror!'
Frieza stalked up the palace courtyards of Gregaran, towards the throne room. Vegeta followed, close behind. As they passed along the corridors, guards dropped to their knees, bowing to Frieza. Vegeta was not surprised. It was the same everywhere they went. People right across the universe were terrified of Frieza, all submitting to his supreme power, with little other choice.
They arrived at the throne room, and Frieza burst past the guards, feeling no need for a courteous introduction. Gregaro, the King of the planet, was obviously surprised by his unannounced visit.
'Lord Frieza,' he stammered, 'What brings you to our planet?'
Frieza cackled knowingly at the flustered King. 'Oh, you know, Gregaro...' he paused, toying with the bewildered monarch.
'...YOUR DESTRUCTION!'
The King looked petrified, hoping desperately that he had heard wrong.
'Vegeta,' Frieza barked. 'Finish him.'
Now it was Vegeta's turn to be shocked. This was not what he had been expecting. He looked round at Frieza, waiting to be told again.
The King's guards flew towards the intruders, spears at the ready. Frieza demolished them with a dismissive ki blast from his hand. Quickly surveying the area, his sight fell on two more guards at the back of the throne room, standing next to the treasury. They were obviously at a loss of what to do, but Frieza swiftly extinguished them with a look which could kill, using his deadly eye beam technique.
Vegeta, Frieza and Gregaro were left alone in the throne room.
'You heard me,' Frieza snapped. 'Get rid of that pathetic individual. Do it now.'
Vegeta paused for a moment.
He could see no way out of the situation.
Gregaro looked at him with frightened, begging eyes, and Vegeta felt tortured inside. There was just no way he could disobey Frieza.
Closing his eyes, Vegeta began to power up. He could not bring himself to look at the unfortunate Gregaran King, or the smug Frieza, but he was determined to make this as quick and painless as possible. Vegeta had been asked to loot and destroy villages and settlements before, but this was murder. Taking a life, not just a possession. Pushing the terrible thought from his mind, Vegeta gathered more power and energy - as much as he thought he had within him. It gathered around the Saiyan Prince in a blinding whirl of light, sparking with intensity.
Summoning his power, Vegeta directed it in full force towards the Gregaran King, palms forward, releasing the blast in a Galick-Ho attack. A part of him felt like the sheer power of the attack would take over and he would lose control, but he managed to harness the power, although barely.
When the attack was finished, Gregaro was nowhere to be seen. He had vanished, along with a great section of the throne room.
Frieza was delighted.
'What a fantastic attack!' he marvelled, eyes lit up in excitement.
His complements did nothing for Vegeta, other than make him feel sick to his stomach. At just fourteen years old, Frieza had turned him into a cold-blooded murderer: and he knew that this was only the first of many slaughters he would have to make in the name of Frieza.
Fearing that the horror of the act he had committed would consume and destroy him, Vegeta decided to embrace the brutal act of killing. As he had predicted, it did turn out to be the first of countless other murders; but Vegeta looked at them all differently after that first time. Being forced to kill so ruthlessly, it was crucial for the Saiyan to leave his conscience out of the matter - this was the only way that he could preserve himself.
Poor Vegeta, it just gets worse and worse doesn't it?
Coming up in Chapter 5, Vegeta has had enough of his life with Frieza and decides to end it once and for all, with dire consequences...
