I do not own Dragonball Z or King Vegeta. Just so you know, I'm not talking
about Vegeta's father from the Frieza Saga. This is centuries before Frieza
came and took over.
Chapter One: Introduction
"Momma!" a child giggled, running away from a pissed off soldier. The girl's mother, a beautiful saiyan woman with long raven locks and black eyes, turned around and scooped her child up.
"Yarena, aren't you suppose to be in class?" the Queen asked.
"I no wanna! I wanna puhway!" the two year old girl said. She, surprisingly, had straight raven locks and turquoise eyes though she was a full blooded saiyan. She wore a simple dress, though she was a princess, of midnight blue. A matching headband held her hair back from her face.
"Yarena, you have to learn how to be proper." her mother said softly. She gently began stroking her daughter's tail. Her eyes closed and she cooed, snuggling up against her mother's breast. A soft purr vibrating from her small chest. Annatera sighed and looked fondly down at her daughter, brushing some bangs out of her face. She cooed in her sleep and gripped her mother's dark purple dress in her hands. She rocked her slightly, listening to footsteps coming closer. Her mate, King Venatern, walked in and smiled softly at his daughter.
"She's a little trouble maker isn't she?" he said softly. His mate nodded and smiled at her child. He grabbed her when the the palace shook.
"What's happening?" Queen Annatera asked, holding her crying daughter.
"Guards! What's going on!" he shouted, just before the door was blown open. His brother, King Vegeta, stepped in over the burned corpses of the guards. He held his arm out infront of his mate and second child protectively.
"Father!" his older son was in the guards' arms. He struggled, his black mane lashing in the flurry.
"Vegeta! What are you doing here!" Venatern demanded. Vegeta smirked and waved his hand around the damaged room.
"What does it look like? I'm taking control over your kingdom." he said. He smirked at the terrified look on Annatera's face. "Such a pity, you managed to claim her before me." he said softly. Yarena stared at her uncle in awe, she was too young to understand what was happening but she realised it when Vegeta lunged forward and killed her father.
"Daddy!" she yelled. She sobbed into her mother's chest.
"Take the girl, kill the woman." she faintly heard Vegeta order. She was yanked away from her mother and given to Vegeta. She turned to her mother in time to see the soldier kill her.
"Momma!" she struggled against her uncle but it didn't do anything. He carried her out of the room, whispering to the guards on his way. She grabbed her brother's arm and tried to stay with him. Vegeta quickly yanked her hand off just as the guards threw him in the room. A painful scream followed shortly. "No!" she cried and struggled to get free but he carried her out of the palace with ease. He shot into the air and floated above the palace. Nodding to a soldier, he sent a ki blast at the palace. It exploded and he flew back to his own, his niece staring at her destroyed home with wide unblinking eyes. Tears streamed down her cheeks as the image was engraved in her mind. Her home, burning to the ground and all the servants either taken prisoner or killed. Her uncle landed back on the ground in the courtyard and carried her to her new rooms. He laid her on the bed and left. She laid on the bed, not moving. She finally fell asleep, a tiny fist wrapped tightly around her mother's blue oval pendent.
Chapter One: Introduction
"Momma!" a child giggled, running away from a pissed off soldier. The girl's mother, a beautiful saiyan woman with long raven locks and black eyes, turned around and scooped her child up.
"Yarena, aren't you suppose to be in class?" the Queen asked.
"I no wanna! I wanna puhway!" the two year old girl said. She, surprisingly, had straight raven locks and turquoise eyes though she was a full blooded saiyan. She wore a simple dress, though she was a princess, of midnight blue. A matching headband held her hair back from her face.
"Yarena, you have to learn how to be proper." her mother said softly. She gently began stroking her daughter's tail. Her eyes closed and she cooed, snuggling up against her mother's breast. A soft purr vibrating from her small chest. Annatera sighed and looked fondly down at her daughter, brushing some bangs out of her face. She cooed in her sleep and gripped her mother's dark purple dress in her hands. She rocked her slightly, listening to footsteps coming closer. Her mate, King Venatern, walked in and smiled softly at his daughter.
"She's a little trouble maker isn't she?" he said softly. His mate nodded and smiled at her child. He grabbed her when the the palace shook.
"What's happening?" Queen Annatera asked, holding her crying daughter.
"Guards! What's going on!" he shouted, just before the door was blown open. His brother, King Vegeta, stepped in over the burned corpses of the guards. He held his arm out infront of his mate and second child protectively.
"Father!" his older son was in the guards' arms. He struggled, his black mane lashing in the flurry.
"Vegeta! What are you doing here!" Venatern demanded. Vegeta smirked and waved his hand around the damaged room.
"What does it look like? I'm taking control over your kingdom." he said. He smirked at the terrified look on Annatera's face. "Such a pity, you managed to claim her before me." he said softly. Yarena stared at her uncle in awe, she was too young to understand what was happening but she realised it when Vegeta lunged forward and killed her father.
"Daddy!" she yelled. She sobbed into her mother's chest.
"Take the girl, kill the woman." she faintly heard Vegeta order. She was yanked away from her mother and given to Vegeta. She turned to her mother in time to see the soldier kill her.
"Momma!" she struggled against her uncle but it didn't do anything. He carried her out of the room, whispering to the guards on his way. She grabbed her brother's arm and tried to stay with him. Vegeta quickly yanked her hand off just as the guards threw him in the room. A painful scream followed shortly. "No!" she cried and struggled to get free but he carried her out of the palace with ease. He shot into the air and floated above the palace. Nodding to a soldier, he sent a ki blast at the palace. It exploded and he flew back to his own, his niece staring at her destroyed home with wide unblinking eyes. Tears streamed down her cheeks as the image was engraved in her mind. Her home, burning to the ground and all the servants either taken prisoner or killed. Her uncle landed back on the ground in the courtyard and carried her to her new rooms. He laid her on the bed and left. She laid on the bed, not moving. She finally fell asleep, a tiny fist wrapped tightly around her mother's blue oval pendent.