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Author's Note: I am officially the first member of The Vegeta Fan Club to post up a story (and no, I am not breaking the rules). For those of you who have absolutely no clue as to who I am, my name to you is DBZ Fanfiction Queen!!! *laughs evilly* and no, I am not in love with Vegeta. I just find that I love his character. He's like the bad guy good guy. ^_^

Anyways, here is the prologue to Frieza's Revenge! On with the fic!!!

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Inside a familiar looking spaceship, a King was sitting on his throne. His hair stood up on end and he proudly sported a goatee on his chin. He had just been informed that the Taskba-Sei, the one that he had wanted conquered was taking to take longer than expected. "What?! But that planet is supposed to be conquered by tomorrow! You fool!"

            "But sire," the guard protested. "The inhavitants are resisting more than we thought they would be, and their full moon is three days from now."

            "Go." The King ordered.

            "But sire…"

            "Are you deaf! I said go." The King shot a ki blast at the unfortunate guard, and he was wasted on the spot. Suddenly, eerie laughter could be heard from a very familiar voice who was entering the room. "Oh King Vegeta," the voice said. "It doesn't really matter."

            Vegeta Ou turned to see Frieza, a Tsiru-jin from the planet Cold, entering the room. He had pink and purple skin, and was sporting the famous Saiyajin armour. His long tail swept slowly behind him as he approached the king of Vegeta-Sei. Vegeta Ou rose from his seat and allowed Frieza to sit down. "Ah. It's warm. You're too kind. You know, I could care less if that planet needs more or less time. I just want it conquered. After all, it is just a silly little planet. If you need the aid of the full moon, that's just fine by me." Frieza's grin widened. "Are we still in agreement about your son?"

            "Yes." Vegeta Ou said reluctantly. "You…can have him."

            "Excellent." Frieza arose from the throne. "Oh, and Vegeta, you should be a little more lenient with your men." With that, the tyrant walked away laughing at his cruel and pathetic joke. As soon as Frieza was out of earshot, the head of the guards approached the King. "Sire, I'd rather die than hand over the Prince to that bastard."

            "I would too." The King sighed. "But we have no choice. One day, very soon, we shall rescue the Prince and free our planet from Frieza's bondage."

            "Remember, the Prince is inside of the spaceship, so no harm must come to it until the Prince is freed." The King was rallying up his strongest and most powerful warriors to fight against Frieza and free their Prince. "You are the elite fighters of Vegeta-Sei and it is up to you to save your Prince from Frieza."

            The guards cheered, and with that, they all entered Frieza's ship, destroying each and every guard that tried to stop them.

Frieza was sitting in his spaceship and explosions could be heard all throughout. His wine (or blood, whatever he drinks) spilt onto his leg. Zarbon, his right hand man, approached him from behind. "Vegeta Ou and his guards have entered the spaceship, more than likely to save the little brat."

            There was no answer. Zarbon began to get worried. "Lord Frieza?"
            "The last time I had my hearing checked, Zarbon, it checked out perfectly fine." Frieza stood. "Send him in."

            "But Lord Frieza…"

            "Don't question my orders Zarbon, I said let them in. If the King wants an audience with me, he shall soon have it. This is no way for guests to behave on my ship!"

            Suddenly, King Vegeta, followed by a whole squadron of men and women, entered the room. "Frieza, this is the end of your reign of terror! We shall finish you off once and for all."

            "You and what army?" Frieza asked with a smile. "Look behind you Vegeta, all of your men are so scared they're blue in the face."

            Vegeta Ou looked behind in and indeed, all of his men were deathly afraid of the tyrant. "Then I shall finish you off myself!"

            Vegeta Ou charged towards Frieza, and threw a punch, but missed. He then tried to land a kick, but Frieza jumped out of the way. Frieza then kicked Vegeta Ou in the neck, sending him flying to the ground. The guards raced up to their king, awed at the fact that he had died so pitifully. The medallion that usually lay around the Kings' neck slipped from it's chain and landing on the ground in front of Frieza, who stepped on it. "Long live the King." Frieza looked up at the crestfallen men. "Don't worry boys. You'll soon be joining your king."

            With that, Frieza killed all of the men in front of him with a single blast. He then rose up in front of the Saiyan's home planet, Vegeta-Sei. He charged up his deathball attack and sent it shooting towards the planet, laughing at all of the damage it caused.

The Prince however, was safely tucked away in the bowls of Frieza's ship. He was left inside of a room with no window to look out of, and only a cold bench left to his wake. The boy shot at a rodent that he found scurrying around, killing it instantly. "Where's my dad?" he asked.

            The boy looked no older than 10 years of age, his hair resembling that of his fathers. Suddenly, two men entered the room, one being Zarbon, and another henchman named Dadoria. They both stood before the young boy. "Your father is talking to our lord about their little arrangement for you." Zarbon answered.

            The boy clenched his fists in anger and betrayal. "I wanna go home. I want my father. Let me go home!!!" The boy jumped off of the bench, and tried to race past both henchmen, but Dadoria was far too quick for him. Dadoria placed him back onto the bench. Tears of frustration dampened the boy's face as he continued to struggle. Dadoria was seriously beginning to lose his patients. "Try that again, and there won't be a home to return to."

            The boy gasped, knowing very well that that was the absolute last thing that he wanted to happen to his people. Zarbon glared at Dadoria, a pure look of disapproval on his face. Dadoria caught the look and turned back to the Prince. "But do as Frieza says, and no harm will come of your people. It's up to you kid."

            As if on cue, Frieza entered the room with a smirk on his face. He approached the Prince, knelt down beside him and whispered into his ear, "Don't worry Vegeta, I have a special place in my heart for children."

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Well, that's the prologue. I hope you all like it, and it will get more interesting later into the story. Thx for reading and I wants feedback. ^_^
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