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1 Trials and Tribulations
By: Salsa Kitty
The Chibi Saga
Chapter One: An Unhappy Prince
It had been six years since the death of the Saiyan Queen, Velveeta. After her sudden death, related to childbirth, the King had gone into a deep depression. He was bonded to the queen, so when she had died, he had died along with her… his body just didn't know it. He was in agony, and missed her greatly. As Vejiitasei mourned the queen's death, the King let his planet go to turmoil. Frieza clasp on the universe was becoming stronger, and there was no one to stop him. The King had been successful in slowing the tyrant's control in the universal powers, but when Velveeta died, the King did nothing to stop him. He had done one thing right though, he had kept his son, the young Prince Vegeta, home on the planet.
There he trained. When he was born, it was discovered that he had the gene, the gene of the legendary… the Super Saiyan. The king knew that his son was their only hope. So he had his son trained in the many arts of combat, meditation, and was educated by the brightest minds of Vejiitasei. By the young Ouji's six year, he had grown stronger, and much more intelligent then most of the Saiyan elites. He was also very proud of his race and heritage, and was quite involved with his father in plans to get rid of Frieza. Needless to say, the King was very proud of his son. The child gave such great honor to The House of Vegeta.
But young Vegeta was six, and to keep up with the traditions of their race, the King had decided that it was time for the young prince to have a mate. It was tradition that the sons and daughters of the higher classes have an arranged mating. Of course it was only a tradition, and the times had changed, so they didn't have to mate when they would come of age, it was really more of a reason for everyone to get together and have a big celebration and party. And the young prince felt that the whole mating thing was rather stupid and boring, and had absolutely had no interest in it. But the King thought otherwise, seeing how he was younger then his son when he was arranged to mate with Velveeta, and they were quite in love with each other, even though no one knew it.
So King Vegeta had arranged an engagement with a fellow noble, a scientist of the House of Briefs, the genius Professor Briefs. The young Professor and his Mate had a young daughter, the fair miss Bulma Briefs. She was a year older then the Prince, and was extremely intelligent. Although she was only seven, her mind was practically like that of an adult on the academic level, but she was still a child. She was short tempered and very spoiled, as well as strong willed, just like Vegeta. So after talking with the Brief family about the possibility of an arranged Mating between the two, they enthusiastically agreed, seeing how fortunate that there daughter would be Mated to such a high Noble, and not some mongrel from off the street.
So the day came of the Royal Banquet, where everyone would gather and rejoice the Mating between the two children. It was such an important event because of low rate of females that were born on Vejiitasei, and many mothers either did not survive the birthing process or could not have any more children. So everyone knew just how important it was to have their daughters Mated to good Saiyan men for the next generation to come. Everyone entered into the Palace, which was decorated with the royal colors of the House of Vegeta. Royal blues and yellows were outlined through out the Palace. The Royal Courtyard's floral arrangements were extensive and beautiful. The blues and yellows went well against the lavender Vejiitasei sky in the background.
The Nobles of Vejiitasei came from all around the planet to drink and to give praise to the Mother Vejiitasei and her warrior people. Except only one noble being wasn't rejoicing in the event…
"This entire thing is stupid! I don't want to Mated to some wench of a female!!!" The maidservants flinched as their noble Lord, Prince Vegeta threw his temper tantrum. The servants were trying to get their Prince ready for the banquet, but he wasn't cooperating with them, saying how stupid the whole thing was, and how he did not want to be mated, and how he would rather be training, etc. The Prince had completely destroyed his room: the bed was over turned, holes were in the walls, he had thrown one of the elite soldiers out the window after he tried to calm him down, and the young Prince had threatened to do the same to anyone else that tried to do the same. After that, some one had contacted to King in order to try to get their Prince under control.
"What in the hell is going in here?" The King asked as he was greeted to his son's destroyed chambers.
"The prince, my Lord," One of the Maid-servants spoke up, "He said that he didn't want to go to the festival, and he killed one of the Elites…"
"He did? Show me." The Maid led her King to the window, and there sprawled out on the ground was a man's corpse. "He threw him out the window?"
"Yes, My Lord…" The King couldn't believe this.
"Damn it, Vegeta," He muttered to himself. "Where is he now?"
"I do not know, my Lord. He did some more damage to his room before he flew off." The King knew where Vegeta probably went, the training facilities in the North Wing of the Palace.
"Thank you," He told the servant before he flew out of the window toward the north end of the palace.
~*~*~*~*~
Prince Vegeta had just finished up beating the Holy Hell out of another Elite soldier. The young Prince was in a very unhappy mood. He had just learned that morning of the festival, and his arranging of a mate. He had told his father on numerous occasions that he did not want a mate, and that he had better things to do then court a female, and besides, he was too young to be Mated. But no, he had to go and arrange a mating with some stupid Noble family. To say the least, Prince Vegeta was not happy.
"C'mon! Any more of you worthless, Low-class bakas want to challenge me?" The Prince taunted the other Elites sanding in a circle around the training room. When no one came forward, he put on one of his most classic smirks. "Well, I see you all know your place as weak, stupid bakas that could never defeat me." Vegeta chuckled to him self before he heard a gruff voice talk.
"I will challenge you."
Vegeta turned around to see his father standing forward, with a very pissed off look on his face.
"So… You think you can defeat me?"
The King gave a single nod.
"Well then…" Vegeta placed himself in a fighting stance, "Let's fight… Dad."
The King prepared himself in a fighting stance as well. "Yes… Let's us fight, show me how much you have improved from our last sparring."
The King and the Prince, father and son, stared into each other's eyes for a moment, preparing to fight, to prove who was stronger then the other; the ultimate pissing contest.
And then, just as the King expected, Vegeta made the first move…
Vegeta made a quick blow to his father's head, which he carefully dodged by moving his head to the side. Vegeta, angry by this, made a kick to the King's midsection, but he blocked it with his arm. The King, seeing how sloppy Vegeta was fighting, kneed him in the stomach, and hit him in the face with his fist, sending him across the floor.
"Damn you…" Vegeta muttered as he got up from the floor. Blood trickled down over his lip and to his chin.
"Vegeta," Began the King, his arms folded across his chest, "When will you learn? Don't let you hatred and anger blind you in battle. It will be the end of you, just as it was here."
Vegeta spat out some blood, and regained his fighting stance composure.
"You still want to continue?"
"… Yes." Vegeta tone was serious. He wanted to show his father that he was strong enough: strong enough to become the legendary, and strong enough to rule Vejiitasei when he died.
The six-year-old Prince focused his energy, for he would prove himself worthy. He took his fathers advice and let go for the moment, the anger, annoyance, and arrogance, and focused on the fight at hand. His breathing was even, and his mind was at peace. His only focus was his father.
"Let's go…"
The king this time made the first move, going for a jab at Vegeta's stomach. Vegeta dodged it, and made kick to his father's head, making an impact. But the King countered this move, and brought his knee up, and made contact with his lower back. Vegeta lunged up into the air and fell down, hard, on the floor. Vegeta was breathing heavily, and was hurt, but he was not done fighting yet.
The King walked over to his son, knowing that this was not the end of the fight. Vegeta was lying on the floor on his side, his back facing his father. He rolled onto his stomach and proceeded to get back onto his feet, but not before sending a Ki blast his father's way.
The King was not expecting this, and defended the attack the best he could by putting up a Ki shield. As the King was doing this, Vegeta came up as the attack was absorbed into the Ki shield, and punched him in the stomach and made a kick to his head. This made the King sprawl onto the ground.
The King had had enough; they had a banquet to attend to. So The King sent a very powerful Ki blast toward Vegeta, who had no time to block to attack. When it hit, Vegeta was sent flying across the room, and hit the wall, leaving a large hole and several large cracks in the process.
The Prince was hurt, but not too seriously. He staggered to get up onto his feet, only to fall onto the floor again.
"I think it's safe to say that I have won our little sparring match, don't you think?" The King said to Vegeta, "I must say that you have improved a great deal sense the last time we sparred." The king said to his son. However, we haven't the time for this. We must go to the banquet."
"But I don't want to be mated!!!" The Prince complained.
"I don't really care, we're going." The King said as picked his son by his leg and dragged him out of the training facility by his leg. Vegeta kicked and screamed, but realized that it was all in vain, and stopped his efforts in rebellion. The King dragged his son to his bed cambers. The servents and maids were trying to clean the mess the young prince and made earlier.
The King dropped his leg, "Dress him, and prepare him for the festival."
A/N: Hi there everyone!!! I hope you liked this chapter. This was my first attempt at any kind of action since, and it wasn't originally going to be in here, but it all just sort of came out like that. ^_^ So anyway, I want to say thanks to all that have read this, and please, Read & Review!!!
1 Trials and Tribulations
By: Salsa Kitty
The Chibi Saga
Chapter One: An Unhappy Prince
It had been six years since the death of the Saiyan Queen, Velveeta. After her sudden death, related to childbirth, the King had gone into a deep depression. He was bonded to the queen, so when she had died, he had died along with her… his body just didn't know it. He was in agony, and missed her greatly. As Vejiitasei mourned the queen's death, the King let his planet go to turmoil. Frieza clasp on the universe was becoming stronger, and there was no one to stop him. The King had been successful in slowing the tyrant's control in the universal powers, but when Velveeta died, the King did nothing to stop him. He had done one thing right though, he had kept his son, the young Prince Vegeta, home on the planet.
There he trained. When he was born, it was discovered that he had the gene, the gene of the legendary… the Super Saiyan. The king knew that his son was their only hope. So he had his son trained in the many arts of combat, meditation, and was educated by the brightest minds of Vejiitasei. By the young Ouji's six year, he had grown stronger, and much more intelligent then most of the Saiyan elites. He was also very proud of his race and heritage, and was quite involved with his father in plans to get rid of Frieza. Needless to say, the King was very proud of his son. The child gave such great honor to The House of Vegeta.
But young Vegeta was six, and to keep up with the traditions of their race, the King had decided that it was time for the young prince to have a mate. It was tradition that the sons and daughters of the higher classes have an arranged mating. Of course it was only a tradition, and the times had changed, so they didn't have to mate when they would come of age, it was really more of a reason for everyone to get together and have a big celebration and party. And the young prince felt that the whole mating thing was rather stupid and boring, and had absolutely had no interest in it. But the King thought otherwise, seeing how he was younger then his son when he was arranged to mate with Velveeta, and they were quite in love with each other, even though no one knew it.
So King Vegeta had arranged an engagement with a fellow noble, a scientist of the House of Briefs, the genius Professor Briefs. The young Professor and his Mate had a young daughter, the fair miss Bulma Briefs. She was a year older then the Prince, and was extremely intelligent. Although she was only seven, her mind was practically like that of an adult on the academic level, but she was still a child. She was short tempered and very spoiled, as well as strong willed, just like Vegeta. So after talking with the Brief family about the possibility of an arranged Mating between the two, they enthusiastically agreed, seeing how fortunate that there daughter would be Mated to such a high Noble, and not some mongrel from off the street.
So the day came of the Royal Banquet, where everyone would gather and rejoice the Mating between the two children. It was such an important event because of low rate of females that were born on Vejiitasei, and many mothers either did not survive the birthing process or could not have any more children. So everyone knew just how important it was to have their daughters Mated to good Saiyan men for the next generation to come. Everyone entered into the Palace, which was decorated with the royal colors of the House of Vegeta. Royal blues and yellows were outlined through out the Palace. The Royal Courtyard's floral arrangements were extensive and beautiful. The blues and yellows went well against the lavender Vejiitasei sky in the background.
The Nobles of Vejiitasei came from all around the planet to drink and to give praise to the Mother Vejiitasei and her warrior people. Except only one noble being wasn't rejoicing in the event…
"This entire thing is stupid! I don't want to Mated to some wench of a female!!!" The maidservants flinched as their noble Lord, Prince Vegeta threw his temper tantrum. The servants were trying to get their Prince ready for the banquet, but he wasn't cooperating with them, saying how stupid the whole thing was, and how he did not want to be mated, and how he would rather be training, etc. The Prince had completely destroyed his room: the bed was over turned, holes were in the walls, he had thrown one of the elite soldiers out the window after he tried to calm him down, and the young Prince had threatened to do the same to anyone else that tried to do the same. After that, some one had contacted to King in order to try to get their Prince under control.
"What in the hell is going in here?" The King asked as he was greeted to his son's destroyed chambers.
"The prince, my Lord," One of the Maid-servants spoke up, "He said that he didn't want to go to the festival, and he killed one of the Elites…"
"He did? Show me." The Maid led her King to the window, and there sprawled out on the ground was a man's corpse. "He threw him out the window?"
"Yes, My Lord…" The King couldn't believe this.
"Damn it, Vegeta," He muttered to himself. "Where is he now?"
"I do not know, my Lord. He did some more damage to his room before he flew off." The King knew where Vegeta probably went, the training facilities in the North Wing of the Palace.
"Thank you," He told the servant before he flew out of the window toward the north end of the palace.
~*~*~*~*~
Prince Vegeta had just finished up beating the Holy Hell out of another Elite soldier. The young Prince was in a very unhappy mood. He had just learned that morning of the festival, and his arranging of a mate. He had told his father on numerous occasions that he did not want a mate, and that he had better things to do then court a female, and besides, he was too young to be Mated. But no, he had to go and arrange a mating with some stupid Noble family. To say the least, Prince Vegeta was not happy.
"C'mon! Any more of you worthless, Low-class bakas want to challenge me?" The Prince taunted the other Elites sanding in a circle around the training room. When no one came forward, he put on one of his most classic smirks. "Well, I see you all know your place as weak, stupid bakas that could never defeat me." Vegeta chuckled to him self before he heard a gruff voice talk.
"I will challenge you."
Vegeta turned around to see his father standing forward, with a very pissed off look on his face.
"So… You think you can defeat me?"
The King gave a single nod.
"Well then…" Vegeta placed himself in a fighting stance, "Let's fight… Dad."
The King prepared himself in a fighting stance as well. "Yes… Let's us fight, show me how much you have improved from our last sparring."
The King and the Prince, father and son, stared into each other's eyes for a moment, preparing to fight, to prove who was stronger then the other; the ultimate pissing contest.
And then, just as the King expected, Vegeta made the first move…
Vegeta made a quick blow to his father's head, which he carefully dodged by moving his head to the side. Vegeta, angry by this, made a kick to the King's midsection, but he blocked it with his arm. The King, seeing how sloppy Vegeta was fighting, kneed him in the stomach, and hit him in the face with his fist, sending him across the floor.
"Damn you…" Vegeta muttered as he got up from the floor. Blood trickled down over his lip and to his chin.
"Vegeta," Began the King, his arms folded across his chest, "When will you learn? Don't let you hatred and anger blind you in battle. It will be the end of you, just as it was here."
Vegeta spat out some blood, and regained his fighting stance composure.
"You still want to continue?"
"… Yes." Vegeta tone was serious. He wanted to show his father that he was strong enough: strong enough to become the legendary, and strong enough to rule Vejiitasei when he died.
The six-year-old Prince focused his energy, for he would prove himself worthy. He took his fathers advice and let go for the moment, the anger, annoyance, and arrogance, and focused on the fight at hand. His breathing was even, and his mind was at peace. His only focus was his father.
"Let's go…"
The king this time made the first move, going for a jab at Vegeta's stomach. Vegeta dodged it, and made kick to his father's head, making an impact. But the King countered this move, and brought his knee up, and made contact with his lower back. Vegeta lunged up into the air and fell down, hard, on the floor. Vegeta was breathing heavily, and was hurt, but he was not done fighting yet.
The King walked over to his son, knowing that this was not the end of the fight. Vegeta was lying on the floor on his side, his back facing his father. He rolled onto his stomach and proceeded to get back onto his feet, but not before sending a Ki blast his father's way.
The King was not expecting this, and defended the attack the best he could by putting up a Ki shield. As the King was doing this, Vegeta came up as the attack was absorbed into the Ki shield, and punched him in the stomach and made a kick to his head. This made the King sprawl onto the ground.
The King had had enough; they had a banquet to attend to. So The King sent a very powerful Ki blast toward Vegeta, who had no time to block to attack. When it hit, Vegeta was sent flying across the room, and hit the wall, leaving a large hole and several large cracks in the process.
The Prince was hurt, but not too seriously. He staggered to get up onto his feet, only to fall onto the floor again.
"I think it's safe to say that I have won our little sparring match, don't you think?" The King said to Vegeta, "I must say that you have improved a great deal sense the last time we sparred." The king said to his son. However, we haven't the time for this. We must go to the banquet."
"But I don't want to be mated!!!" The Prince complained.
"I don't really care, we're going." The King said as picked his son by his leg and dragged him out of the training facility by his leg. Vegeta kicked and screamed, but realized that it was all in vain, and stopped his efforts in rebellion. The King dragged his son to his bed cambers. The servents and maids were trying to clean the mess the young prince and made earlier.
The King dropped his leg, "Dress him, and prepare him for the festival."
A/N: Hi there everyone!!! I hope you liked this chapter. This was my first attempt at any kind of action since, and it wasn't originally going to be in here, but it all just sort of came out like that. ^_^ So anyway, I want to say thanks to all that have read this, and please, Read & Review!!!