Vegeta's Vengence
Part 1: A Saiyan's Rage
Written By
SaiyanWarrior_Vegeta
My life with Frieza was one that I shall never forget. It is one of torment and rage, of pride and honor. For twenty-four years I was held as a captive, caged and often beaten. For years I have waited to tell my tale and now, finally, I have my chance. This story has been long awaited and now I bring it to you from the heart and pride of a Saiyan.
Right now I reside at Hell's Keep Slave Post as an Elite Keep Guard. I like my new higher position but I wasn't always here, not always respected or treated with fairness. I was once a slave to another, more viscous master before being abandoned here at the Keep. Then again I was not always a slave either.
I was born thirty years ago on a distant planet far from Earth. My home planet was a planet of warriors and a powerful race called it home, myself included. My father was the King and I was their Prince, destined to become one of the most powerful fighters in the known Universe. My name is Vegeta, named after my father and my home world and this story is mine.
On Planet Vegeta, I was born into a position of royalty and of honor. I was to become their leader, there King, should my father pass on to the next dimension. I often followed my father around our home, learning all I could from him and taking pride in being the Prince of Saiyans. It wasn't long before I started to grasp the pressures of ruling a planet of powerful warriors. Often I would travel the long passageways from the Throne Room where my father sat and ruled the world.
He sat upon a rather large and comfortable gold and red throne and beside his to the right was my own personal throne. There was a guard to the left and he stood about ten feet away from us. I often loved to give him a hard time but he would return the comments with remarks of his own. We would often laugh and talk about battles won and times past. He would even occasionally spar with me so I could brush up on my fighting skills. I liked this guard well and my father knew it. The King would sit back and watch us both throw insults back and forth as he watched the room. He seemed quiet to me, my father, and I often wondered why but gave no heed to ask the question. I was growing into a proud Prince and a lot of other Saiyans knew that my power had already surpassed that of the King, coming into a reputation of my own as the strongest Saiyan on Planet Vegeta.
I enjoyed watching others start off on missions from a large open room with several large windows on the far wall, but there was one individual that pestered my father to no end. His name was Frieza, a tyrant who ruled with fear and enjoyed making our lives miserable every chance he could. He was small with a red and white colored skin and armor like that of ours. His voice was indifferent when he talked to us but I could not really tell if he was male or female. My father said that he was the male of his species, but which type he did not know. I wondered why my father never fought him, never stood up to him, and then one afternoon in the Throne Room, he stood up giving Frieza his throne and knelt before him. I did not understand why he had done this when that seat was rightfully his. Frieza had mocked my father and I was growing more enraged upon seeing the tyrant treating my father, the mighty King of Saiyans, like a common servant. It was then that my hatred toward this despotic ruler began to grow.
My father later took me aside after he had left and told me of the threat to our own home. He told me of the Legendary Super Saiyan for first time and how Frieza would not allow such a power come to our planet, keeping us completely defenseless against this particular monster. He then told me of the worlds Frieza had destroyed without a second thought and that he had allowed us to stay around as long as we did as he said. I was not above my own thoughts and pride trying to hold back my anger at hearing how cruel he could be. Very calmly, my father continued to explain the many things to watch for with Frieza around, but I did not care. Did we not know how to defend ourselves and have pride as well as strength? Instead of calming me down, it made me furious and wanting to stand my ground against him. After all my position of being a Prince was to help fight for my home and to defend my people's pride and honor. I was going to speak my thoughts to Frieza next time that he came. I was not about to take this insult without at least a decent fight.
That time would come sooner than I had expected and I could feel my power spiking inside of me. When Frieza came into view, I tensed with rage and fury at him. Frieza looked to me for the first time and smirked with the nerve to try to make me kneel before him as well. I took no such stance even when my own father asked me to as well. I was not about to let his wishes fall upon me making me into one of his drones. I had my own pride to think about and I stood my ground not acknowledging him as a being superior to myself.
Frieza flicked his tail still looking at me, the smile still upon his face. "Well now young one, I see you have not yet grasped who I am and how gracious I am to allow you to remain standing like you are right now. Why don't you show some respect and kneel before me now? It is time to put your childish ways to the lee side."
This enraged me to further heights and my breathing shallowed and my heart began to race. My thoughts, my heart, even my blood told me to fight him, to not bend to his whims. My eyes narrowed and I brought my guard up as best I could and now here I was standing before him. "I am the Prince of Saiyans. I will not kneel to such a coward as you. Come and fight and I'll teach you to respect my father and myself."
The tyrant only laughed harder and he then rose from the throne in which he had been sitting in and he flipped his tail on the floor, shattering a few tiles. I on the other hand was too angered to care, too proud to allow him to command me like a common soldier. I did not understand my father's fear of him, nor did I care at that moment. I wanted him to know that there would be one that was willing to stand against him no matter how he tried to rule over me.
As he neared me I looked quickly to my father and then before I could turn back I was held up by the scruff of my shirt and held before the monster. I tried to kick my way free but his grip was too far back for it to have any effect. I had to try another approach and then the thought came to mind as a smirk slowly came to my face. I used my tail like a whip and brought it to his side. Whether it hurt him or just caught him by surprise, I did not care, I was free again and I made sure to keep my distance from him, the smile still on my face.
What I had just done brought a look of shock and surprise to the others in the room. Frieza stood there holding his side as I wrapped my tail around my waist again. He gave a small grin and then turned to the throne again. "You seem to be a little stronger than I had expected, but still you are no match for me. I will let you live for now young Saiyan."
"That's Prince Vegeta to you." I growled at him. I wanted to fight him and yet Frieza sat back on my father's throne like he had been there the entire time. I finally turned and left too frustrated at the creature before me. I just went around the corner in to an empty passageway and sat down trying to think of what to do next. After about an hour passed, my father came and sat next to me. He tried to explain why he did what he did, but I was too enraged to listen to his words. I wished that Frieza would just let the Saiyan race be and go about his business elsewhere. Why did he have to use us to do his dirty work if he was so high and mighty? It didn't make sense and it gave me a headache just thinking about it. I closed out all sound as I went to my room and shut the door.
The next year would pass by rather quickly and my rage toward Frieza deepened. It wasn't a rage of how he treated me, but how he mocked the entire Saiyan race. It wasn't right for anyone to humiliate us in that way but then what could I do to stop him. By this point I had gotten in a few scuffles with him, but each time I was made a fool of. It left me bitter toward him and I looked to my father more of how to deal with him and be able to keep my head high each time he angered me with such rage.
One afternoon, I caught my father and Frieza talking in his private chambers and the topic was of me. I hid behind the wall and listened as they talked about making me stay with Frieza for the time. My father was objecting the matter very defensively but it seemed of no consequence to this tyrant. I grew angered and then went into the room now showing my rage in full. Just as I was about to start fighting, a hand grabbed me from behind and threw me inside a special type of cage. The door slammed and locked shut trapping me with no way out. I threw a ki blast at the cage, but it didn't work and then I threw one at Frieza, but he just deflected it.
I was imprisoned and left for three days while they went on another mission, only leaving behind a guard. I sat back in a corner of this prison and glared at him. When I was given food, I refused to take it not wanting to show any sort of willingness to this situation. One night my father snuck in and looked to me with hurt in his expression. I had never seen that look from the King before in my life, but now I saw how much my being trapped hurt him inside.
After he left, I felt my pride starting to slip, but I would think of my father and my race. We were warriors; we were designed to fight over a long period of time. Saiyans were indeed quite a capable race, able to adapt to just about any condition we were put into, even this one and I was the strongest of them. I had something to prove in my life, maybe not right away, but eventually it would come and my sights began to focus on one thing, freedom.
Frieza came to my cage and smirked at me as he ordered my prison to be moved to his ship. My cage rocked back and forth as I fought to make it harder for them, but they held tightly and soon I found myself on the craft. My tail wrapped tighter around my waist and a new view of Frieza came to light. It wasn't a mocking tone; it was a smile of sadistic pleasure of seeing me caged, unable to fight anymore unless so desired of me. I glared at him hard and then curled up and rested for whatever was to come my way keeping my senses tuned to any sound that suggested a person coming.
Frieza turned and looked to me and gave a smirk as a guard bowed to him. "Tell me Mr. Zarbon, when was the last time he had eaten?"
Zarbon kept his eyes low and looked to me as well. "It has been three days Master Frieza."
Frieza then walked up to my cage and rested a hand on top of it. He gave a slight smirk, but I ignored him as I turned to face the wall, paying no attention to him. Frieza then backed off. "He will not eat without my permission and his training starts tomorrow. Make it grueling and push him to an inch of his life. He will be my slave and I want him to be broken within the next two months."
With that he left and I was left inside the prison. I looked up and out of a window at the black of space and my thoughts began to wander back home to my father. I could see my home world clearly in the port window, but I longed to be there with my people, my race, and most of all, my father. I closed my eyes tired and lay down on the hard surface of the floor of the cage. My dreams took me back home and to a time before I knew of Frieza and there my heart stayed.
The next morning I jumped awake hoping that the day before was only a dream, just my imagination. My heart sank as my surroundings came to me again, the same port window, the same cold room, the same cage imprisoning me. It wasn't a dream and I could only wonder how my father was holding up to all of this. My mother had passed on when I was born and we were the only family we had for my first six years, until now. Frieza had now ripped that away from the both of us by taking me from my father. I had to try and escape, it was the only option I had then. I would escape even if it meant my life and through that I will try to go home again to see him.
I was about to nestle back in for a time when Zarbon came to the room with a smile. In his right hand he was holding a plate of food and he sat down in front of my cage and started to eat. I turned away from him but the smell of food made me hungrier. I curled up tighter as my hunger deepened and I tried to stay warm, but all this was to no avail. They were teasing me now, mocking me in such a way that degraded my royal background. Zarbon continued to eat only about five feet from my cage as I stared out the window to my home world.
I heard the clanking of chains next and I looked to see who it was, and my mind raced as Zarbon brought them near my cage. Another person then entered and in their hands they had another chain. I backed into a corner and they pulled my cage out to the middle of the room. I then had a steel collar about my neck and the door was slightly ajar. Now was my chance and I took it, bolting forth, I headed for the door. I was about arm's reach of the door when a chain was yanked on, the collar jerked against my throat and I ended up on the ground flat on my back. I sat up and looked to the chains attached to my collar and then shot a glare to them.
They were laughing at my attempt to run and the other one then tied his chain to an anchor spot. I watched and then charged him again and once more I was yanked to the ground. By the time I had gotten to my feet, he had grabbed a whip and uncoiled it in front of me. The other chain was then released from my collar leaving me tied to only one point of anchor. The whip lashed at my feet and I didn't flinch at all. I glared at him more until he cracked the whip on the ground right in front of my feet. I took a step back and looked up to him again wondering what it was he was trying to prove.
I raised one arm and pointed my finger to his position and fired a ki blast. It went straight through his chest and he collapsed to the floor dead before my feet, then I turned to Zarbon. He tried to run but I did the same to him and he fell to the floor as well. They were dead and I went to the window letting my tail relax from around my waist as I again stared out the window. I absent-mindedly reached up and traced the edge of the collar about my throat, the one thing holding me prisoner right now.
Realizing no one around and no one alerted, I used a ki blast to shatter my restraints and then I looked to the door. I smirked a bit and walked over to it and pushed the same series of buttons I had seen done before and the doors cycled open. I looked around, there was no one there at all and I stepped out to the hall. Using caution I made my way unnoticed to the hanger where an escape pod rested. I could not believe my luck as I made my way to the door. Then something happened and the alarms went off, automatically shutting the bay door to the pod.
I raced to catch it, but I was too late, my one chance of escape now gone. Looking down the passageway, I could see Frieza and another person closing in on me. Thinking fast I jumped to the ceiling and clung to an air duct grating, after all who looks up? I watched silently as they passed under me and then I flew down the halls so I that I did not make a sound. I was about three hundred feet down the corridor when another door began to cycle shut as well. I raced it hoping I could make the escape through, but I didn't make it.
Frieza was returning and in his hand he had a whip. I backed to a corner and then looked up. The air duct was too far away for me to reach it unnoticed. The other person carried a chain and I watched them come nearer, my back against the wall and my tail wrapped tighter around my waist. I tried to fire a ki blast at them, however my energy was too low from not eating. The anger rose inside of me when I caught my sights on the tyrant though. I charged him with all I had and was about three feet away when my tail was grabbed. The pain paralyzed me to where I couldn't move and a collar was again slipped around my throat.
Finally my tail was released and I turned trying to attack the person who had grabbed my tail and was met with the same reaction. I felt it yank against my throat and pull me to the ground on my back knocking the wind out of me. I shook my head and tried to rise up when Frieza's foot pushed me back on the ground and held me there. He then grabbed me up, wrapping his tail around my throat and held me up facing him, a smirk on his face. He then laughed a little. "You are a crafty monkey aren't you? Well no matter, you will break to my ways eventually and then you will be my slave for as long as I want to keep you. When I get done with you, I'll just sell you to the highest bidder."
"You can't...do that to me. I am...the Prince of Saiyans. I will never bow to you." I choked it out but I wanted to make sure he knew I would stand my ground against him. I could feel myself start to fade in and out of consciousness as my chest heaved for breath. The tail wrapped tighter around my throat siphoning off my air completely. I tried to reach for the ground when he lowered me to the point of a half-inch off. The entire time he grinned getting some sort of cruel pleasure of watching me suffer at his hands. Finally I went unconscious and my body went limp. I lost all track of time and awareness of movement as the world around me faded to black.
When I woke up, I was again in a cage and a chain bound me to it. My breath burned against the back of my throat, my tongue was sore, and my neck and muscles ached. Thirst clenched my body and I doubled over in hunger, the pain from that starting to settle in even heavier. My mouth was dry, my throat parched and no sign of drink anywhere. I looked to the starboard window out at the void of space and my home again. Frieza entered and I curled up tighter with rage and hunger just wanting to be left alone. He neared my cage and passed a cup of water through the bars. "I don't want you dead. I have many plans for you in mind after you become submissive to your status as a slave."
I just glared at him and snatched the cup from him not thanking him at all. The water slipped down cooling it and I felt it spread through my body, but I was still hungry. My eyes turned to the window and he closed the cover to it, demanding my attention. I just continued to stare at it and then threw the cup at him. It was bad enough he had me caged and taken me from my father and my home. Now he was practically forcing me to eat from his hands as well. I closed my eyes wanting to rest and the smell of food hit my senses.
My eyes opened again to a plate of meat and some soup in a bowl with crackers on the side. I looked to him and snapped the plate from his hands. I didn't like the idea of him feeding me like this, but I was so hungry that I could not refuse it anymore. I scarffed it down, trying to dispel this hunger from me. Polishing it off, I wanted more but it was enough to stave off the hunger for a while. I threw the plate letting it shatter to hundreds of pieces to show him I did not like this treatment at all. Frieza frowned and looked to me. "Seems I'll have to teach you who's the stronger one of the both of us and make you show some manners to your master." I snarled a little, quietly growling at him. "You're not my master and I don't care if you are stronger, I just want to go home and be left alone. I was doing fine without you."
Frieza grinned and poked the end of the whip at my shoulders. I tried to grab it but he soon had it out of my reach. I turned to the window but it was still closed and so I nestled down and folded my arms across my chest. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep not caring if the monster was around or not. My sights had focused on escape and I would be free again even if I had to kill him to gain it back again.
My dreams left me restless and when I woke up, I was in a different room again. It had been another year and by this time I haven't said much to anyone here, preferring to keep to myself and to be left alone. Now I was constantly kept to the point of these hunger pains so that I would kill more readily but now it was different. They wanted me to kill on command and I didn't approve of that myself. It was bad enough they had me in the same cage now for over a year, now they were wanting me to do as they bid of me as well. I did as I was told only to get them to leave me alone, but otherwise I did not care.
I looked out at my home planet and gave a heavy sigh. Frieza entered and noticed my staring out the window. "When you are ten, you will go home but only if you are good and do what I desire of you."
I let my gaze lower a bit and continued to stare out the window. That was the only thing I had wanted was to go home. The cage was beginning to feel too cramped and I needed out to a vast area to roam. I had yet another escape plan in mind and soon I was going to implement it to get to an escape pod, but I first needed out of my cage. A few thoughts came to mind and I bit the inside of my lip. Frieza clipped two chains to my collar and backed off letting me out to stretch my legs some. He stayed and watched as I cautiously exited the cage and I looked to him with a glare. I turned and tested just how far I could go before the chains caused my collar to tighten against my throat. It wasn't far, but at least I could move and stand up again.
The large room was empty and the panel to unlock the door was on the outside now. It was bitterly cold in the chamber and I shivered a bit from it trying my hardest to keep warm. I briskly rubbed my shoulders to get the blood flow moving again and stomped my feet against the floor. The ground was ice against my bare feet, my boots having been removed after I had pegged one of the other guards in the face with one. I wrapped my tail around my waist tighter trying to keep it from getting too cold as well. I took off my gloves and held them against my waist with my tail as I tried to warm my hands up some more, putting them back on afterwards.
Fifteen minutes later, I was pulled back into my cage and the door was locked, so much for my escape being anytime soon. I nestled back down and tried to keep from freezing but I wasn't having any luck. A chill ran down my spine causing me to involuntarily shiver for a brief moment. I continued to rub my hands over my shoulders and arms and soon out of sheer boredom, I then fell asleep once more gazing out at my home.
The next two years seemed to linger on. It was now my tenth birthday, and my hair was starting to resemble my father's. Hungry and tired I awaited for my father to come around the corner remembering Frieza's words about my being able to go home again. When Frieza came to the room alone I felt the chains clip to the steel collar about my neck and I was let out again. I walked to the open door and waited for him to show my tail still wrapped about my waist.
Then my father came into the room and I could see his face wash over with relief that I was still alive. Letting all of my warrior aspects fall away, I wrapped my arms around him and he picked me up. I had him now in my arms and I never wanted to let go of him again. If Frieza kept true to his word, then I wouldn't have to. I was looking forward to going home again and able to be free once more and able to lead my race again without the tyrant ruling over us anymore. I gripped tighter around him and my tail relaxed from around my waist, glad to see him again.
My father then set me down as the monster left saying we could get caught up again. I wanted to hear how the others were doing and how much we had accomplished in my absence. We both sat down and my father traced my collar and then looked to me again. "Have you allowed them to tame you my son?" I shook my head. "No father I haven't. They want me to do things for them and I try not to give in to them at all. Because of that, I am kept in that cage behind me and starved. Father I just want to go home, nothing more."
I looked back at the cage and then my father looked to the ground. A flash of light shown through the port window and we both raced to the window to watch. Our planet was gone, exploding and killing our race. We looked out at the void of space where Planet Vegeta once adorned the stars with pride and honor. Then Frieza came back in and my father took a defensive posture against him. Frieza laughed and then looked to me and then to the King. My father was enraged and charged the tyrant but ultimately was run through with a ki blast through his heart.
I ran to my father and knelt down beside him a tear starting to slip down my cheek. My father weakly looked up to me in agony, his life fading from him quickly. He reached up and wiped the tear from my eye and choked a bit. "Don't cry my son...you must be strong. You must...avenge your race...by killing Frieza. He must die...by a Saiyan's hands..."
"I vow to avenge our race father. He will be killed by my hands even if it kills me doing it." I choked back my tears and swallowed hard then shot a glare up to Frieza and charged him again. My father and my home gone, I was passed the torch of carrying on our proud race. My anger deepened to levels I did not think existed. I wanted more than ever to kill him now but the chains again yanked me to the ground. I turned and shot a ki blast at my father's body, giving him the honor of a warrior's cremation. I was alone now and no one to return to anymore, no home to look forward to going and living on again.
I was left in the room, my pain deepening inside of me to new levels as I looked out to the empty void of space where the proud Saiyan race had lived. I touched the glass and Frieza laughed at my torment. "Now you are the last Saiyan alive slave."
I growled at him. "I am not a slave to you or anyone. I am Prince Vegeta of the Planet Vegeta and I will avenge my race even if it means my life. Consider yourself already dead, you just don't know it yet."
Frieza handed me his cape and medallion and lauged a bit. "Your father was weak and not able to stand a chance against me. How do you think you will do?"
My throat constricted with rage and a light blue aura started to surround me for the first time. A mysterious wind had picked up, but my anger only deepened to a new level I have never felt before. Frieza then uncoiled his whip and snapped it at me again. My eyes narrowed and my fists clenched. I lost all expression as I went deathly silent my eyes showing a very cold expression, waiting for the slightest smirk to come to his face. He turned and left with a laugh and I charged the door, again the chains holding me back.
I knelt on the floor and looked to where my father had died before me and my fists clenched, my ears still ringing with his dying words. I looked out to where my home had once shown proudly through my window. There was nothing there anymore except the stars off in the distance. That would be the last time I would see those familiar constellations and now I was alone. Inside my white glove, I pulled out a picture of the King and me when I was four. It was taken before Frieza came into our lives. How things had changed since then and now here I was the only Saiyan alive with no hopes of finding another like me.
My heart felt as if it died with everyone else that night. I fell asleep drained from the tragic events that had occurred in front of me and for the first time I felt completely alone. I shivered from the cold of the room and curled up tight against my knees and my tail wrapped tighter around my waist. I closed my eyes, the chains still clanking as I moved to get a bit more comfortable.
When morning came Frieza entered the room a whip uncoiled and he raised it again. He grinned as I slowly rose up my eyes looking to him and I gave a cold hard glare at him. Frieza laughed at me and I charged him going only as far as the chains would allow. He then cracked the whip's lash across my back and I jumped back in pain and shock that I, the Prince of Saiyans, would be whipped like a beast. Was it not enough that I was now the only of the Saiyan race? Apparently not according to him as I again glared at him.
Frieza looked to me and smirked. "What's wrong slave, too scared to charge again? I thought you had more fight in you than this. I have to say you disappoint me Vegeta."
I again charged at him and was met with the same lash across my back. Blood was drawn from both and I backed off once more the wounds themselves not really phasing me but the manner in which I was given them. There was no honor in these, no pride to be gained with the blood I was losing in this. I growled at him and the whip found my chest, my eyes narrowed and hatred was deep in my black eyes. How was I to fight this and yet maintain my pride about me? I looked down at my chest and found the wound starting to bleed as well and I gazed up at him then another lash fell across my back.
I looked to him confused, angry, and hurt and my fists balled up ready to attack anything that moved. "What is it you want Frieza? Are you so cowardly that you won't attack me in a regular fighting match?"
Frieza only smirked. "You will learn obedience to me as a slave and you will respect me as your master, superior to you in every way. I do not fight so low of class. It's degrading to my own higher standard."
I growled and dodged the next whiplash meant for my chest. I smirked back at his anger and two guards entered both fighting me to get my hands bound above my head in chains. I looked at him and Frieza neared me his hand on my chin. I brought my feet up and kicked him hard in his gut and laughed a little as he tried to catch his breath. The other two then bound my feet to the floor and I whipped my tail around smacking them away from me. Frieza growled and kicked my gut back and I coughed wanting to bring my hands down, but couldn't. He then lashed my back hard several times with the whip then stopped. "You ever do that again slave, and you will get it even worse. As it is now, what little heat was allowed in here will now be turned off and you will remain in that position until I see fit that you are willing to submit to my whims."
"I'm not a slave. I am Vegeta, the Prince of Saiyans." I coughed in between breaths.
Frieza smirked at me. "What Saiyans, slave. You are the last. You became the last when I killed that disgrace of a King you know as your father. You are lucky I have allowed you to live under my care. Do not forget your place here."
My mind was racing, thinking back to the times when he had gone to Planet Vegeta to ask our aid on several missions. It brought to mind an argument that I had always wanted to know about. "If you're so high and mighty Frieza, then why did you ask us to do your dirty work? Why were you so intent to keep us from becoming too powerful? Were you so scared that a Super Saiyan would come amongst us and defeat you? I am to be the Legendary Golden Warrior, and when I do ascend I will come after you with everything I have. I swear Frieza, someday I will kill you and I will avenge my race."
Frieza turned with a laugh and they all walked out of the room leaving me bound and the doors closed behind. I looked around and tried to move my wrists to see if I could slip out of the cuffs, but they held against my tugging. That night was agonizing as I tried to rest as comfortable as possible, my body aching with pain. My breathing became shallow as my shoulders throbbed; my ribs ached with each breath. There was no rest that night and the next morning found me exhausted. I was to be left for a solid week straight without any sort of contact from anyone save that of Frieza.
He looked to me and then poked his whip at my ribs smirking as he pulled it away and traced my shoulder muscles with it next. He backed away and looked to me laughing as I tried to get comfortable. My body was now so low on ki that I was resting on the shackles themselves. The cuffs had long ago cut deep into my wrists and blood colored my white gloves red.
Frieza unlocked the chains from my wrists and I fell to the ground hungry, thirsty, and very sore. I tried to rise up but my arms were so stiff that they seemed like heavy concrete blocks. I couldn't stand up and that was when I knew he was stronger than I was. However, I had something he that didn't and that was pride. He whipped my back several times and each biting lash drew deeper into my skin. Unable to fight anymore, I had no choice but to give in to his whims.
My heart had already been broken and now my will power was drained. I wanted to at least keep my pride if nothing else would remain. Frieza grinned when my body flinched unwillingly against the whip and then he stopped. I rose to my hands and knees and my body shuddered silently causing my arms to shake some, the silent cue that my will was now worn down and ready to bargain. There were no words between us for several minutes and I rose up finally, stiffly and looked to him again.
He grinned and then looked me over again. "Well now what is your status Vegeta? What are you to me now?"
I bit my lip my father's voice ringing in my ears about me becoming tame to him. "Please forgive me father."
I whispered under my breath, then aloud I looked down to the floor. "Your slave, Master Frieza."
The words were like a poison to me, my tongue felt as if it were tied with razors. I closed my eyes and didn't look up as Frieza released my feet from the chains. I moved to my cage and went inside curling up and looking out at a strange system before me. I was far from home, or where home used to be anyway. That same night as I was sleeping, my father came to me in my dreams. He looked straight at me with his proud black eyes. "Vegeta..."
I jerked awake looking around I watched as the stars silently passed by. I gazed around the room the voice still ringing in my ears. I clenched my fists and closed my eyes exhausted from the past week. My heart broken and my will dulled, I could almost imagine what my father would think of me then but the fight had been long and hard. Little did I know the best and worst was yet to come and in my own way I awaited these with both anticipation and even dare I say, fear.
A year of torment would pass as they drilled my mind with the most mundane of tasks. I silently went about the daily chores given to me and only did as I was told nothing more. Referred to as slave constantly, I began to hate the word with a passion as they mocked me with it. I found no one I could trust and so I stood alone the outcast aboard Frieza's craft. If I acted up, I would be whipped harshly and then bound and washed with salt water. They scrubbed hard on my wounds and I clenched my teeth against the stinging pain. After such a beating, my back became stiff and sore but they didn't let my wounds alone as they constantly smacked them hard.
I grew furious and Frieza could see my rage starting to come up again knowing that it would undo the years of work they had given in to taming me to this particular position. Frieza would have me chained and caged again as a place for me to be tormented further. I snapped at them, a warrior spirit coming to my black eyes. Frieza came in to the torment as well and had me bound so I could not turn to face him at all. He then stabbed the pointed tip of his whip into my ribs. I growled in pain but did not really cry out as he took the pleasure of watching me suffer under him. After this ordeal he laughed with a sadistic enjoyment of having me tortured like a common beast. I hated him even more now but was still no match for him. I longed for the day I would ascend to Super Saiyan and then would I kill him.
One morning I was woken from my sleep with an order to kill an Arlian. I sighed, my shackles clanking as I moved in my cramped cage. I looked out to him and glared. "Why should I? They have done nothing to be slaughtered like you destroyed my race. There is no sense in it and a warrior only fights with a purpose worth pursuing to stake his life in battle and trust me; I am a warrior of that type. You kill him and leave me be to my sleep."
Frieza then jerked the chain to my collar pulling and I was choked as I was drug out harshly and whipped again. "You will do as I command when I command it do you understand me slave?"
I growled at him some. "My name is Vegeta not Slave. You want my respect then treat me with it first. I am not something you can beat on all the time like this. It only shows you are a coward and not really able to fight well."
Frieza grew angered and threw me against the nearest wall to my left then against the cage, his hand around my throat. I brought my feet around his arm and then used my tail to wrap around one of his legs, tripping him. He landed hard on my tail and I became paralyzed with the pain but through the agony, I grinned knowing that I had once again outsmarted his fighting skills. "And you call yourself a warrior. You disgust me Frieza you always have."
Frieza became enraged at me and gripped my tail harder. I tried to hold back the cry of pain but it escaped in a groan. "As I said, you will do as I command of you slave. You do not dispute me otherwise, is that clear?"
I shook my head and he clenched tighter on my tail, my body now wracked with agony. I clenched my jaw and my body tensed as my eyes closed, holding back the pain. "Yes Master Frieza...as you...command."
Again the words tasted bitter in my mouth and he finally let go and then rose up. He lashed my back a couple of times then let me up finally. I slowly rose, my back hurting from the beating. However each time this happened I became stronger and that alone was enough reason for me to defy him all the more. I had no reason to respect this master and I didn't like him at all. I turned unable to ignore the order and looked to the frightened Arlian and raised my arm firing a ki blast and killed him quickly. Again there was no honor or pride to be gained by this fight and so. I looked to the body and turned around knowing that this was a way to show Frieza what I could do.
Again I was starved and this time for a different purpose. Now I was to kill if I wanted to eat and if I didn't kill when ordered, they would starve me more. I hated this place with a passion as I again returned to my cage and tried to relax. It wasn't long before the cage was slammed and locked shut again, a thing I had gotten used to by now. This could only mean one thing, more teasing and mocking coming my way and there would be nothing I could do to stop it. This time however was different as two arrows were fired, one landing in my ribs, the other on the other side of my ribs.
Frieza looked in on me at this point and seen my being wounded with the arrows and grinned a smile of sadistic pleasure waving everyone off. I sat and watched him the pain in my ribs restricting my breathing. He looked to me and laughed. "Well now, we are going to play a game. You slave, are going to be the prey and us the hunters. If we find you, you will be whipped. The game ends when you can't get up any more from the beating. Sounds fun does it not?"
I growled at him and my eyes shown hatred to him. "Why don't you be the hunted and we'll see how much you like it."
The others laughed as my cage was opened. Right off I was whipped several times and so I darted to the door but was too late as it shut right in front of me. They laughed at me and I turned around them nearing me. I bolted through and charged Frieza only to have the chain holding me get yanked on. The collar jerked against my throat and I fell to the ground flat on my back again.
Frieza laughed some more. "I forgot to tell you. You will be held on a chain so you can't run that far and the game will be played in this room. You slave are fair game to anyone right now who wishes to beat you. In this manner will your spirit be broken once and for all."
I couldn't believe the torture they were to put me through as if I was some animal needing to be broken. I bit my tongue against my words for the first time around him and kept silent. I knew in the end they would win by unfair means and I looked to the port window wondering if my father somehow knew of my suffering from the next dimension. I felt the whips across my back and chest cruelly cutting me deeply. I had to fight them, I had to get away and be free again. However that now seemed impossible. I raced around trying to avoid this at all costs and even that was in vain. They laughed each time the whip was laid upon me causing me to jump to another side. I knew there was no point of trying to break the chains so I began to muster all the ki energy that I could and turned to face them. I brought my hand up and fired it at the next person to lash me and it killed him.
Everyone stopped then, no one laughed any more and I fell to my knees exhausted. Frieza smirked and then pressed me to the ground and held me while another tied my hands behind my back. A belt was fastened in back above my tail and my hands were then shackled to the front to make it harder for me to stop this degrading game. My mind raced back to the simpler times with my home as lash after lash bit into my back. I knew that I could never go back but my heart held their plea to be avenged and I was the only one who could do that now and as their Prince, I would keep my end of the vow no matter what.
I snapped out of the reverie as another blow landed on my back ripping open my flesh from the upper left shoulder to the lower right side of my ribs. I jumped to the side and they continued to hound me constantly with their whips. It wasn't fair at all and I could only begin to imagine what they wanted from me. I looked to them and each one neared me and lashed me again. For the first time in my life I knew fear and my will to fight left me without hopes of finding decent treatment here. The time spent fighting I knew now was for nothing and it pained me to let my race down.
I closed my eyes as the whips were recoiled and every one of them left. I again could see my father lying before me on the floor and his words rang in my ear. I sat down and shivered curling into a small ball and I could feel the tears coming to me. I choked hard on them and tried to fight them back when the door cycled open unexpectedly. I jumped to my feet and stood ready to fight when none other than my own father walked in. I shook my head and looked to him. "Father?"
I looked above his head and noticed the halo above him and knew then that this must be for real. I turned away and crossed my arms my head lowered and my eyes cast to the ground. A hand fell lightly on my wounded shoulder and I involuntarily flinched. The King turned me around gently and made me look to his proud black eyes. "My son, you have lost your will to fight. You must gain it back or you will die in a short period of time. As a warrior and as the Prince you have a vow to keep, have you forgotten that?"
I looked up to him and shook my head. "No father, how could I forget about our home, about you. My life hasn't been kind to me either and I fear I have shamed my race. I have tried to kill Frieza, but I am not strong enough and the way they starve me, I doubt I ever will be."
My father rested a hand on my shoulder gently and looked at my tattered shirt. "Your fight has been long and very hard my son. The fact that you are still alive is a feat in and of itself and not many others could have accomplished this power level you have now. However you must continue to fight and to avenge us my son."
I looked up and choked back my tears. "How can I father, I'm not strong enough to do this, not to mention I am a slave now. I am shamed greatly my father."
My father looked me in the eyes this time and I could see his black eyes holding a look of care in them. "You are a Saiyan and the Prince of our proud race. You must ascend to Super Saiyan status and then and only then can you avenge us my son."
I nodded and looked up to my father again. Once more he had helped me and I looked to his halo. "How long do you have father?"
King Vegeta looked to the ground and then back to me with pride in his coal black eyes. "One day with you my son. Long enough for you to rest and regain your strength. You will need it for your coming battles with Frieza. I have been watching you and you must allow yourself to be commanded until you ascend then you can fight once more with pride and honor."
I nodded and sat down inside the cage and curled up knowing my father would keep his word. It would be hard for me to swallow my pride enough to be commanded but I knew if I were to survive, I must do so and quickly. I hated the very thought of it, however the entire Saiyan race was depending on me to bring honor to them. For my race and only my race, would I ever damp down my pride for this type of torment. I slept a good eight hours before I awoke again and seen my father standing guard over me. I yawned and stretched then looked to him as he gazed around the room that I had become very familiar with.
He shook his head and looked to me. "My son do you remember your mission here aboard this craft and how to accomplish it?"
I looked down and swallowed hard. "Yes father I do. I must become an almost perfect slave to Frieza and gain all the power I can to ascend and in that way, kill Frieza and avenge the Saiyan race. He will not live long if I can help it."
My father nodded and for the first time I understood his plan and I knew that I was the one who must carry them out for not only my father, and myself but for all the Saiyans that Frieza had destroyed. My mind was set and so it was to begin a change in my life, one that would remain with me for a long time. However my eyes were still searching for one thing, my own freedom.
Fifteen years old, I destroyed my first planet on command and never knew what the name of it was. I preferred not to know and I did not care either. I watched Frieza's every movement doing as he bid of me but not really caring about him at all. I started to look upon my slavery as no more than a job, a thing that needed to be done to accomplish something that could not have been done on my native world.
Each year I grew closer to him and I was to the point of having restricted roam of the craft. There was a planned time jump to hurtle us to the far distant past of Earth and there we would conquer it once and for all to get it ready for sale. However after we made that jump, Frieza became too complacent to my being around. I secretly trained every chance I could and became stronger by the day carrying on my daily tasks and then in my free time I would again strengthen myself even more.
I was now twenty-three years old and I had come a long way since I was first captured. The time was near now and I finally had a day to myself in the same chamber I had been kept in since the age of six. I knew this room very well and its very items in it by heart. I gripped the two chains from the ceiling and raised off the ground. I balanced on them and then started doing various moves on them often flipping about and using them for a way to test my agility and strength. I would end with a handstand on them and finally spring off and land on my feet.
One afternoon I was in my cage when three guards came in and taunted me again as usual. However I would not give them the pleasure of letting them anger me then. I gained a thin strong shard of metal from one of them and they finally left. I looked to the air duct grating, studying it carefully. I reached my arm out and put the shard into the lock and fiddled with it a bit and the lock gave way opening the cage door. Cautiously I took the grating off and then slipped inside replacing the grate with my tail.
Silently I made my way to the room where Frieza resided and peered down at him, a cold look to my own eyes. I slipped out as quietly as possible and replaced the grate again with my tail. I snuck up behind him and turned around using my tail like a whip to his temple. Noticing the blood as he turned to me, I knew he was not in a state to fight and I raised my arm up and pointed two fingers in his direction and mustered up all the energy my starved body could give. As he fell to the ground no words were exchanged until Frieza hit the alarm on his way down. He looked to me surprised and I returned his look with a cold glare to him. This blow had been a mortal wound to him and I knew it.
Just as I was about to fire the ki blast to kill him, someone grabbed my tail and clamped down hard on it. It broke my concentration as I fell to the ground in pain. I watched as they took Frieza out and toward a healing chamber. I sat there for a bit and my teeth clenched in rage and agony. My attempt had failed, but I would not give up as long as I was still breathing. I was bound in chains to where I couldn't even fight back and drug to the chamber. My hands were bound and my feet were shackled so as not to allow me any sort of fight until Frieza was healed.
Three hours would pass and the door cycled open and the creature stepped in a whip in hand. I knew well about that whip and I had grown to fear and hate it with a passion. Frieza traced my jaw with it and placed a hand on my throat as he stabbed my ribs with the tip of the whip. "You want to know how to really harm someone slave? I will show you how it's done first hand how to make one suffer greatly. Guards, muzzle this disgraceful beast so I don't have to hear his cries of pain."
The guards did as they were told and I watched them carefully when they backed off. They laughed a bit at me and stayed to watch my torment from this. Then he began to whip my back hard with the lash and each biting lash; I held the expression of pain off my face the best I knew how. He then began to beat on me with his fists and feet using me like a live punching bag. Several blows were landed to my gut and face knocking me almost senseless. Then he went back to the whip and lashed it on my back again each wound driving deep into my flesh and I could feel my clothes becoming imbedded into my injuries. This was the one beating that drove home to me the pain a whip could inflict and only then did it drive into my heart the fear of the whip. Never more would I look at the whip the same way again after this.
Frieza tore into me like a piece of meat to be slaughtered and when he was finished, the floor and whip were covered with blood, my blood. I closed my eyes, my body wracked with agony. The beatings continued on harshly, but soon I was looking down upon myself. My mind had separated from my body and I thought this was it, I thought I had been killed. I felt no pain from above though I knew that my body was being tortured severely. I watched as my body reacted to the pain from the whiplash across my back. Then slowly he left and I slammed back inside my body. Just like a light switch had been turned on, I felt the sheer agony of the beating, and every breath seared with pain. I was left there to die by Frieza with no care taken to treat my wounds. My hands and feet were shackled so I could not escape this ruthless pain. My vision started to fade from the loss of blood and I knew if I fell asleep that I would die with my vow uncompleted. I could not allow that to happen, not with my race depending on me to avenge them.
The night passed slowly as I rested once more on the chains, my rage and hatred growing even more. The power inside me was increasing over the time it took to heal from my injuries and soon I was given a full meal for once tipping my power to full again. I was ready once more to fight, but that time would have to come a bit later. Now was not the time to actually try another attack again. I had yet to ascend and now I would be patient for that time. The next time I laid my hands on that tyrant, I would kill him and I swore that under my breath watching the guards come and go from my chamber.
Part 1: A Saiyan's Rage
Written By
SaiyanWarrior_Vegeta
My life with Frieza was one that I shall never forget. It is one of torment and rage, of pride and honor. For twenty-four years I was held as a captive, caged and often beaten. For years I have waited to tell my tale and now, finally, I have my chance. This story has been long awaited and now I bring it to you from the heart and pride of a Saiyan.
Right now I reside at Hell's Keep Slave Post as an Elite Keep Guard. I like my new higher position but I wasn't always here, not always respected or treated with fairness. I was once a slave to another, more viscous master before being abandoned here at the Keep. Then again I was not always a slave either.
I was born thirty years ago on a distant planet far from Earth. My home planet was a planet of warriors and a powerful race called it home, myself included. My father was the King and I was their Prince, destined to become one of the most powerful fighters in the known Universe. My name is Vegeta, named after my father and my home world and this story is mine.
On Planet Vegeta, I was born into a position of royalty and of honor. I was to become their leader, there King, should my father pass on to the next dimension. I often followed my father around our home, learning all I could from him and taking pride in being the Prince of Saiyans. It wasn't long before I started to grasp the pressures of ruling a planet of powerful warriors. Often I would travel the long passageways from the Throne Room where my father sat and ruled the world.
He sat upon a rather large and comfortable gold and red throne and beside his to the right was my own personal throne. There was a guard to the left and he stood about ten feet away from us. I often loved to give him a hard time but he would return the comments with remarks of his own. We would often laugh and talk about battles won and times past. He would even occasionally spar with me so I could brush up on my fighting skills. I liked this guard well and my father knew it. The King would sit back and watch us both throw insults back and forth as he watched the room. He seemed quiet to me, my father, and I often wondered why but gave no heed to ask the question. I was growing into a proud Prince and a lot of other Saiyans knew that my power had already surpassed that of the King, coming into a reputation of my own as the strongest Saiyan on Planet Vegeta.
I enjoyed watching others start off on missions from a large open room with several large windows on the far wall, but there was one individual that pestered my father to no end. His name was Frieza, a tyrant who ruled with fear and enjoyed making our lives miserable every chance he could. He was small with a red and white colored skin and armor like that of ours. His voice was indifferent when he talked to us but I could not really tell if he was male or female. My father said that he was the male of his species, but which type he did not know. I wondered why my father never fought him, never stood up to him, and then one afternoon in the Throne Room, he stood up giving Frieza his throne and knelt before him. I did not understand why he had done this when that seat was rightfully his. Frieza had mocked my father and I was growing more enraged upon seeing the tyrant treating my father, the mighty King of Saiyans, like a common servant. It was then that my hatred toward this despotic ruler began to grow.
My father later took me aside after he had left and told me of the threat to our own home. He told me of the Legendary Super Saiyan for first time and how Frieza would not allow such a power come to our planet, keeping us completely defenseless against this particular monster. He then told me of the worlds Frieza had destroyed without a second thought and that he had allowed us to stay around as long as we did as he said. I was not above my own thoughts and pride trying to hold back my anger at hearing how cruel he could be. Very calmly, my father continued to explain the many things to watch for with Frieza around, but I did not care. Did we not know how to defend ourselves and have pride as well as strength? Instead of calming me down, it made me furious and wanting to stand my ground against him. After all my position of being a Prince was to help fight for my home and to defend my people's pride and honor. I was going to speak my thoughts to Frieza next time that he came. I was not about to take this insult without at least a decent fight.
That time would come sooner than I had expected and I could feel my power spiking inside of me. When Frieza came into view, I tensed with rage and fury at him. Frieza looked to me for the first time and smirked with the nerve to try to make me kneel before him as well. I took no such stance even when my own father asked me to as well. I was not about to let his wishes fall upon me making me into one of his drones. I had my own pride to think about and I stood my ground not acknowledging him as a being superior to myself.
Frieza flicked his tail still looking at me, the smile still upon his face. "Well now young one, I see you have not yet grasped who I am and how gracious I am to allow you to remain standing like you are right now. Why don't you show some respect and kneel before me now? It is time to put your childish ways to the lee side."
This enraged me to further heights and my breathing shallowed and my heart began to race. My thoughts, my heart, even my blood told me to fight him, to not bend to his whims. My eyes narrowed and I brought my guard up as best I could and now here I was standing before him. "I am the Prince of Saiyans. I will not kneel to such a coward as you. Come and fight and I'll teach you to respect my father and myself."
The tyrant only laughed harder and he then rose from the throne in which he had been sitting in and he flipped his tail on the floor, shattering a few tiles. I on the other hand was too angered to care, too proud to allow him to command me like a common soldier. I did not understand my father's fear of him, nor did I care at that moment. I wanted him to know that there would be one that was willing to stand against him no matter how he tried to rule over me.
As he neared me I looked quickly to my father and then before I could turn back I was held up by the scruff of my shirt and held before the monster. I tried to kick my way free but his grip was too far back for it to have any effect. I had to try another approach and then the thought came to mind as a smirk slowly came to my face. I used my tail like a whip and brought it to his side. Whether it hurt him or just caught him by surprise, I did not care, I was free again and I made sure to keep my distance from him, the smile still on my face.
What I had just done brought a look of shock and surprise to the others in the room. Frieza stood there holding his side as I wrapped my tail around my waist again. He gave a small grin and then turned to the throne again. "You seem to be a little stronger than I had expected, but still you are no match for me. I will let you live for now young Saiyan."
"That's Prince Vegeta to you." I growled at him. I wanted to fight him and yet Frieza sat back on my father's throne like he had been there the entire time. I finally turned and left too frustrated at the creature before me. I just went around the corner in to an empty passageway and sat down trying to think of what to do next. After about an hour passed, my father came and sat next to me. He tried to explain why he did what he did, but I was too enraged to listen to his words. I wished that Frieza would just let the Saiyan race be and go about his business elsewhere. Why did he have to use us to do his dirty work if he was so high and mighty? It didn't make sense and it gave me a headache just thinking about it. I closed out all sound as I went to my room and shut the door.
The next year would pass by rather quickly and my rage toward Frieza deepened. It wasn't a rage of how he treated me, but how he mocked the entire Saiyan race. It wasn't right for anyone to humiliate us in that way but then what could I do to stop him. By this point I had gotten in a few scuffles with him, but each time I was made a fool of. It left me bitter toward him and I looked to my father more of how to deal with him and be able to keep my head high each time he angered me with such rage.
One afternoon, I caught my father and Frieza talking in his private chambers and the topic was of me. I hid behind the wall and listened as they talked about making me stay with Frieza for the time. My father was objecting the matter very defensively but it seemed of no consequence to this tyrant. I grew angered and then went into the room now showing my rage in full. Just as I was about to start fighting, a hand grabbed me from behind and threw me inside a special type of cage. The door slammed and locked shut trapping me with no way out. I threw a ki blast at the cage, but it didn't work and then I threw one at Frieza, but he just deflected it.
I was imprisoned and left for three days while they went on another mission, only leaving behind a guard. I sat back in a corner of this prison and glared at him. When I was given food, I refused to take it not wanting to show any sort of willingness to this situation. One night my father snuck in and looked to me with hurt in his expression. I had never seen that look from the King before in my life, but now I saw how much my being trapped hurt him inside.
After he left, I felt my pride starting to slip, but I would think of my father and my race. We were warriors; we were designed to fight over a long period of time. Saiyans were indeed quite a capable race, able to adapt to just about any condition we were put into, even this one and I was the strongest of them. I had something to prove in my life, maybe not right away, but eventually it would come and my sights began to focus on one thing, freedom.
Frieza came to my cage and smirked at me as he ordered my prison to be moved to his ship. My cage rocked back and forth as I fought to make it harder for them, but they held tightly and soon I found myself on the craft. My tail wrapped tighter around my waist and a new view of Frieza came to light. It wasn't a mocking tone; it was a smile of sadistic pleasure of seeing me caged, unable to fight anymore unless so desired of me. I glared at him hard and then curled up and rested for whatever was to come my way keeping my senses tuned to any sound that suggested a person coming.
Frieza turned and looked to me and gave a smirk as a guard bowed to him. "Tell me Mr. Zarbon, when was the last time he had eaten?"
Zarbon kept his eyes low and looked to me as well. "It has been three days Master Frieza."
Frieza then walked up to my cage and rested a hand on top of it. He gave a slight smirk, but I ignored him as I turned to face the wall, paying no attention to him. Frieza then backed off. "He will not eat without my permission and his training starts tomorrow. Make it grueling and push him to an inch of his life. He will be my slave and I want him to be broken within the next two months."
With that he left and I was left inside the prison. I looked up and out of a window at the black of space and my thoughts began to wander back home to my father. I could see my home world clearly in the port window, but I longed to be there with my people, my race, and most of all, my father. I closed my eyes tired and lay down on the hard surface of the floor of the cage. My dreams took me back home and to a time before I knew of Frieza and there my heart stayed.
The next morning I jumped awake hoping that the day before was only a dream, just my imagination. My heart sank as my surroundings came to me again, the same port window, the same cold room, the same cage imprisoning me. It wasn't a dream and I could only wonder how my father was holding up to all of this. My mother had passed on when I was born and we were the only family we had for my first six years, until now. Frieza had now ripped that away from the both of us by taking me from my father. I had to try and escape, it was the only option I had then. I would escape even if it meant my life and through that I will try to go home again to see him.
I was about to nestle back in for a time when Zarbon came to the room with a smile. In his right hand he was holding a plate of food and he sat down in front of my cage and started to eat. I turned away from him but the smell of food made me hungrier. I curled up tighter as my hunger deepened and I tried to stay warm, but all this was to no avail. They were teasing me now, mocking me in such a way that degraded my royal background. Zarbon continued to eat only about five feet from my cage as I stared out the window to my home world.
I heard the clanking of chains next and I looked to see who it was, and my mind raced as Zarbon brought them near my cage. Another person then entered and in their hands they had another chain. I backed into a corner and they pulled my cage out to the middle of the room. I then had a steel collar about my neck and the door was slightly ajar. Now was my chance and I took it, bolting forth, I headed for the door. I was about arm's reach of the door when a chain was yanked on, the collar jerked against my throat and I ended up on the ground flat on my back. I sat up and looked to the chains attached to my collar and then shot a glare to them.
They were laughing at my attempt to run and the other one then tied his chain to an anchor spot. I watched and then charged him again and once more I was yanked to the ground. By the time I had gotten to my feet, he had grabbed a whip and uncoiled it in front of me. The other chain was then released from my collar leaving me tied to only one point of anchor. The whip lashed at my feet and I didn't flinch at all. I glared at him more until he cracked the whip on the ground right in front of my feet. I took a step back and looked up to him again wondering what it was he was trying to prove.
I raised one arm and pointed my finger to his position and fired a ki blast. It went straight through his chest and he collapsed to the floor dead before my feet, then I turned to Zarbon. He tried to run but I did the same to him and he fell to the floor as well. They were dead and I went to the window letting my tail relax from around my waist as I again stared out the window. I absent-mindedly reached up and traced the edge of the collar about my throat, the one thing holding me prisoner right now.
Realizing no one around and no one alerted, I used a ki blast to shatter my restraints and then I looked to the door. I smirked a bit and walked over to it and pushed the same series of buttons I had seen done before and the doors cycled open. I looked around, there was no one there at all and I stepped out to the hall. Using caution I made my way unnoticed to the hanger where an escape pod rested. I could not believe my luck as I made my way to the door. Then something happened and the alarms went off, automatically shutting the bay door to the pod.
I raced to catch it, but I was too late, my one chance of escape now gone. Looking down the passageway, I could see Frieza and another person closing in on me. Thinking fast I jumped to the ceiling and clung to an air duct grating, after all who looks up? I watched silently as they passed under me and then I flew down the halls so I that I did not make a sound. I was about three hundred feet down the corridor when another door began to cycle shut as well. I raced it hoping I could make the escape through, but I didn't make it.
Frieza was returning and in his hand he had a whip. I backed to a corner and then looked up. The air duct was too far away for me to reach it unnoticed. The other person carried a chain and I watched them come nearer, my back against the wall and my tail wrapped tighter around my waist. I tried to fire a ki blast at them, however my energy was too low from not eating. The anger rose inside of me when I caught my sights on the tyrant though. I charged him with all I had and was about three feet away when my tail was grabbed. The pain paralyzed me to where I couldn't move and a collar was again slipped around my throat.
Finally my tail was released and I turned trying to attack the person who had grabbed my tail and was met with the same reaction. I felt it yank against my throat and pull me to the ground on my back knocking the wind out of me. I shook my head and tried to rise up when Frieza's foot pushed me back on the ground and held me there. He then grabbed me up, wrapping his tail around my throat and held me up facing him, a smirk on his face. He then laughed a little. "You are a crafty monkey aren't you? Well no matter, you will break to my ways eventually and then you will be my slave for as long as I want to keep you. When I get done with you, I'll just sell you to the highest bidder."
"You can't...do that to me. I am...the Prince of Saiyans. I will never bow to you." I choked it out but I wanted to make sure he knew I would stand my ground against him. I could feel myself start to fade in and out of consciousness as my chest heaved for breath. The tail wrapped tighter around my throat siphoning off my air completely. I tried to reach for the ground when he lowered me to the point of a half-inch off. The entire time he grinned getting some sort of cruel pleasure of watching me suffer at his hands. Finally I went unconscious and my body went limp. I lost all track of time and awareness of movement as the world around me faded to black.
When I woke up, I was again in a cage and a chain bound me to it. My breath burned against the back of my throat, my tongue was sore, and my neck and muscles ached. Thirst clenched my body and I doubled over in hunger, the pain from that starting to settle in even heavier. My mouth was dry, my throat parched and no sign of drink anywhere. I looked to the starboard window out at the void of space and my home again. Frieza entered and I curled up tighter with rage and hunger just wanting to be left alone. He neared my cage and passed a cup of water through the bars. "I don't want you dead. I have many plans for you in mind after you become submissive to your status as a slave."
I just glared at him and snatched the cup from him not thanking him at all. The water slipped down cooling it and I felt it spread through my body, but I was still hungry. My eyes turned to the window and he closed the cover to it, demanding my attention. I just continued to stare at it and then threw the cup at him. It was bad enough he had me caged and taken me from my father and my home. Now he was practically forcing me to eat from his hands as well. I closed my eyes wanting to rest and the smell of food hit my senses.
My eyes opened again to a plate of meat and some soup in a bowl with crackers on the side. I looked to him and snapped the plate from his hands. I didn't like the idea of him feeding me like this, but I was so hungry that I could not refuse it anymore. I scarffed it down, trying to dispel this hunger from me. Polishing it off, I wanted more but it was enough to stave off the hunger for a while. I threw the plate letting it shatter to hundreds of pieces to show him I did not like this treatment at all. Frieza frowned and looked to me. "Seems I'll have to teach you who's the stronger one of the both of us and make you show some manners to your master." I snarled a little, quietly growling at him. "You're not my master and I don't care if you are stronger, I just want to go home and be left alone. I was doing fine without you."
Frieza grinned and poked the end of the whip at my shoulders. I tried to grab it but he soon had it out of my reach. I turned to the window but it was still closed and so I nestled down and folded my arms across my chest. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep not caring if the monster was around or not. My sights had focused on escape and I would be free again even if I had to kill him to gain it back again.
My dreams left me restless and when I woke up, I was in a different room again. It had been another year and by this time I haven't said much to anyone here, preferring to keep to myself and to be left alone. Now I was constantly kept to the point of these hunger pains so that I would kill more readily but now it was different. They wanted me to kill on command and I didn't approve of that myself. It was bad enough they had me in the same cage now for over a year, now they were wanting me to do as they bid of me as well. I did as I was told only to get them to leave me alone, but otherwise I did not care.
I looked out at my home planet and gave a heavy sigh. Frieza entered and noticed my staring out the window. "When you are ten, you will go home but only if you are good and do what I desire of you."
I let my gaze lower a bit and continued to stare out the window. That was the only thing I had wanted was to go home. The cage was beginning to feel too cramped and I needed out to a vast area to roam. I had yet another escape plan in mind and soon I was going to implement it to get to an escape pod, but I first needed out of my cage. A few thoughts came to mind and I bit the inside of my lip. Frieza clipped two chains to my collar and backed off letting me out to stretch my legs some. He stayed and watched as I cautiously exited the cage and I looked to him with a glare. I turned and tested just how far I could go before the chains caused my collar to tighten against my throat. It wasn't far, but at least I could move and stand up again.
The large room was empty and the panel to unlock the door was on the outside now. It was bitterly cold in the chamber and I shivered a bit from it trying my hardest to keep warm. I briskly rubbed my shoulders to get the blood flow moving again and stomped my feet against the floor. The ground was ice against my bare feet, my boots having been removed after I had pegged one of the other guards in the face with one. I wrapped my tail around my waist tighter trying to keep it from getting too cold as well. I took off my gloves and held them against my waist with my tail as I tried to warm my hands up some more, putting them back on afterwards.
Fifteen minutes later, I was pulled back into my cage and the door was locked, so much for my escape being anytime soon. I nestled back down and tried to keep from freezing but I wasn't having any luck. A chill ran down my spine causing me to involuntarily shiver for a brief moment. I continued to rub my hands over my shoulders and arms and soon out of sheer boredom, I then fell asleep once more gazing out at my home.
The next two years seemed to linger on. It was now my tenth birthday, and my hair was starting to resemble my father's. Hungry and tired I awaited for my father to come around the corner remembering Frieza's words about my being able to go home again. When Frieza came to the room alone I felt the chains clip to the steel collar about my neck and I was let out again. I walked to the open door and waited for him to show my tail still wrapped about my waist.
Then my father came into the room and I could see his face wash over with relief that I was still alive. Letting all of my warrior aspects fall away, I wrapped my arms around him and he picked me up. I had him now in my arms and I never wanted to let go of him again. If Frieza kept true to his word, then I wouldn't have to. I was looking forward to going home again and able to be free once more and able to lead my race again without the tyrant ruling over us anymore. I gripped tighter around him and my tail relaxed from around my waist, glad to see him again.
My father then set me down as the monster left saying we could get caught up again. I wanted to hear how the others were doing and how much we had accomplished in my absence. We both sat down and my father traced my collar and then looked to me again. "Have you allowed them to tame you my son?" I shook my head. "No father I haven't. They want me to do things for them and I try not to give in to them at all. Because of that, I am kept in that cage behind me and starved. Father I just want to go home, nothing more."
I looked back at the cage and then my father looked to the ground. A flash of light shown through the port window and we both raced to the window to watch. Our planet was gone, exploding and killing our race. We looked out at the void of space where Planet Vegeta once adorned the stars with pride and honor. Then Frieza came back in and my father took a defensive posture against him. Frieza laughed and then looked to me and then to the King. My father was enraged and charged the tyrant but ultimately was run through with a ki blast through his heart.
I ran to my father and knelt down beside him a tear starting to slip down my cheek. My father weakly looked up to me in agony, his life fading from him quickly. He reached up and wiped the tear from my eye and choked a bit. "Don't cry my son...you must be strong. You must...avenge your race...by killing Frieza. He must die...by a Saiyan's hands..."
"I vow to avenge our race father. He will be killed by my hands even if it kills me doing it." I choked back my tears and swallowed hard then shot a glare up to Frieza and charged him again. My father and my home gone, I was passed the torch of carrying on our proud race. My anger deepened to levels I did not think existed. I wanted more than ever to kill him now but the chains again yanked me to the ground. I turned and shot a ki blast at my father's body, giving him the honor of a warrior's cremation. I was alone now and no one to return to anymore, no home to look forward to going and living on again.
I was left in the room, my pain deepening inside of me to new levels as I looked out to the empty void of space where the proud Saiyan race had lived. I touched the glass and Frieza laughed at my torment. "Now you are the last Saiyan alive slave."
I growled at him. "I am not a slave to you or anyone. I am Prince Vegeta of the Planet Vegeta and I will avenge my race even if it means my life. Consider yourself already dead, you just don't know it yet."
Frieza handed me his cape and medallion and lauged a bit. "Your father was weak and not able to stand a chance against me. How do you think you will do?"
My throat constricted with rage and a light blue aura started to surround me for the first time. A mysterious wind had picked up, but my anger only deepened to a new level I have never felt before. Frieza then uncoiled his whip and snapped it at me again. My eyes narrowed and my fists clenched. I lost all expression as I went deathly silent my eyes showing a very cold expression, waiting for the slightest smirk to come to his face. He turned and left with a laugh and I charged the door, again the chains holding me back.
I knelt on the floor and looked to where my father had died before me and my fists clenched, my ears still ringing with his dying words. I looked out to where my home had once shown proudly through my window. There was nothing there anymore except the stars off in the distance. That would be the last time I would see those familiar constellations and now I was alone. Inside my white glove, I pulled out a picture of the King and me when I was four. It was taken before Frieza came into our lives. How things had changed since then and now here I was the only Saiyan alive with no hopes of finding another like me.
My heart felt as if it died with everyone else that night. I fell asleep drained from the tragic events that had occurred in front of me and for the first time I felt completely alone. I shivered from the cold of the room and curled up tight against my knees and my tail wrapped tighter around my waist. I closed my eyes, the chains still clanking as I moved to get a bit more comfortable.
When morning came Frieza entered the room a whip uncoiled and he raised it again. He grinned as I slowly rose up my eyes looking to him and I gave a cold hard glare at him. Frieza laughed at me and I charged him going only as far as the chains would allow. He then cracked the whip's lash across my back and I jumped back in pain and shock that I, the Prince of Saiyans, would be whipped like a beast. Was it not enough that I was now the only of the Saiyan race? Apparently not according to him as I again glared at him.
Frieza looked to me and smirked. "What's wrong slave, too scared to charge again? I thought you had more fight in you than this. I have to say you disappoint me Vegeta."
I again charged at him and was met with the same lash across my back. Blood was drawn from both and I backed off once more the wounds themselves not really phasing me but the manner in which I was given them. There was no honor in these, no pride to be gained with the blood I was losing in this. I growled at him and the whip found my chest, my eyes narrowed and hatred was deep in my black eyes. How was I to fight this and yet maintain my pride about me? I looked down at my chest and found the wound starting to bleed as well and I gazed up at him then another lash fell across my back.
I looked to him confused, angry, and hurt and my fists balled up ready to attack anything that moved. "What is it you want Frieza? Are you so cowardly that you won't attack me in a regular fighting match?"
Frieza only smirked. "You will learn obedience to me as a slave and you will respect me as your master, superior to you in every way. I do not fight so low of class. It's degrading to my own higher standard."
I growled and dodged the next whiplash meant for my chest. I smirked back at his anger and two guards entered both fighting me to get my hands bound above my head in chains. I looked at him and Frieza neared me his hand on my chin. I brought my feet up and kicked him hard in his gut and laughed a little as he tried to catch his breath. The other two then bound my feet to the floor and I whipped my tail around smacking them away from me. Frieza growled and kicked my gut back and I coughed wanting to bring my hands down, but couldn't. He then lashed my back hard several times with the whip then stopped. "You ever do that again slave, and you will get it even worse. As it is now, what little heat was allowed in here will now be turned off and you will remain in that position until I see fit that you are willing to submit to my whims."
"I'm not a slave. I am Vegeta, the Prince of Saiyans." I coughed in between breaths.
Frieza smirked at me. "What Saiyans, slave. You are the last. You became the last when I killed that disgrace of a King you know as your father. You are lucky I have allowed you to live under my care. Do not forget your place here."
My mind was racing, thinking back to the times when he had gone to Planet Vegeta to ask our aid on several missions. It brought to mind an argument that I had always wanted to know about. "If you're so high and mighty Frieza, then why did you ask us to do your dirty work? Why were you so intent to keep us from becoming too powerful? Were you so scared that a Super Saiyan would come amongst us and defeat you? I am to be the Legendary Golden Warrior, and when I do ascend I will come after you with everything I have. I swear Frieza, someday I will kill you and I will avenge my race."
Frieza turned with a laugh and they all walked out of the room leaving me bound and the doors closed behind. I looked around and tried to move my wrists to see if I could slip out of the cuffs, but they held against my tugging. That night was agonizing as I tried to rest as comfortable as possible, my body aching with pain. My breathing became shallow as my shoulders throbbed; my ribs ached with each breath. There was no rest that night and the next morning found me exhausted. I was to be left for a solid week straight without any sort of contact from anyone save that of Frieza.
He looked to me and then poked his whip at my ribs smirking as he pulled it away and traced my shoulder muscles with it next. He backed away and looked to me laughing as I tried to get comfortable. My body was now so low on ki that I was resting on the shackles themselves. The cuffs had long ago cut deep into my wrists and blood colored my white gloves red.
Frieza unlocked the chains from my wrists and I fell to the ground hungry, thirsty, and very sore. I tried to rise up but my arms were so stiff that they seemed like heavy concrete blocks. I couldn't stand up and that was when I knew he was stronger than I was. However, I had something he that didn't and that was pride. He whipped my back several times and each biting lash drew deeper into my skin. Unable to fight anymore, I had no choice but to give in to his whims.
My heart had already been broken and now my will power was drained. I wanted to at least keep my pride if nothing else would remain. Frieza grinned when my body flinched unwillingly against the whip and then he stopped. I rose to my hands and knees and my body shuddered silently causing my arms to shake some, the silent cue that my will was now worn down and ready to bargain. There were no words between us for several minutes and I rose up finally, stiffly and looked to him again.
He grinned and then looked me over again. "Well now what is your status Vegeta? What are you to me now?"
I bit my lip my father's voice ringing in my ears about me becoming tame to him. "Please forgive me father."
I whispered under my breath, then aloud I looked down to the floor. "Your slave, Master Frieza."
The words were like a poison to me, my tongue felt as if it were tied with razors. I closed my eyes and didn't look up as Frieza released my feet from the chains. I moved to my cage and went inside curling up and looking out at a strange system before me. I was far from home, or where home used to be anyway. That same night as I was sleeping, my father came to me in my dreams. He looked straight at me with his proud black eyes. "Vegeta..."
I jerked awake looking around I watched as the stars silently passed by. I gazed around the room the voice still ringing in my ears. I clenched my fists and closed my eyes exhausted from the past week. My heart broken and my will dulled, I could almost imagine what my father would think of me then but the fight had been long and hard. Little did I know the best and worst was yet to come and in my own way I awaited these with both anticipation and even dare I say, fear.
A year of torment would pass as they drilled my mind with the most mundane of tasks. I silently went about the daily chores given to me and only did as I was told nothing more. Referred to as slave constantly, I began to hate the word with a passion as they mocked me with it. I found no one I could trust and so I stood alone the outcast aboard Frieza's craft. If I acted up, I would be whipped harshly and then bound and washed with salt water. They scrubbed hard on my wounds and I clenched my teeth against the stinging pain. After such a beating, my back became stiff and sore but they didn't let my wounds alone as they constantly smacked them hard.
I grew furious and Frieza could see my rage starting to come up again knowing that it would undo the years of work they had given in to taming me to this particular position. Frieza would have me chained and caged again as a place for me to be tormented further. I snapped at them, a warrior spirit coming to my black eyes. Frieza came in to the torment as well and had me bound so I could not turn to face him at all. He then stabbed the pointed tip of his whip into my ribs. I growled in pain but did not really cry out as he took the pleasure of watching me suffer under him. After this ordeal he laughed with a sadistic enjoyment of having me tortured like a common beast. I hated him even more now but was still no match for him. I longed for the day I would ascend to Super Saiyan and then would I kill him.
One morning I was woken from my sleep with an order to kill an Arlian. I sighed, my shackles clanking as I moved in my cramped cage. I looked out to him and glared. "Why should I? They have done nothing to be slaughtered like you destroyed my race. There is no sense in it and a warrior only fights with a purpose worth pursuing to stake his life in battle and trust me; I am a warrior of that type. You kill him and leave me be to my sleep."
Frieza then jerked the chain to my collar pulling and I was choked as I was drug out harshly and whipped again. "You will do as I command when I command it do you understand me slave?"
I growled at him some. "My name is Vegeta not Slave. You want my respect then treat me with it first. I am not something you can beat on all the time like this. It only shows you are a coward and not really able to fight well."
Frieza grew angered and threw me against the nearest wall to my left then against the cage, his hand around my throat. I brought my feet around his arm and then used my tail to wrap around one of his legs, tripping him. He landed hard on my tail and I became paralyzed with the pain but through the agony, I grinned knowing that I had once again outsmarted his fighting skills. "And you call yourself a warrior. You disgust me Frieza you always have."
Frieza became enraged at me and gripped my tail harder. I tried to hold back the cry of pain but it escaped in a groan. "As I said, you will do as I command of you slave. You do not dispute me otherwise, is that clear?"
I shook my head and he clenched tighter on my tail, my body now wracked with agony. I clenched my jaw and my body tensed as my eyes closed, holding back the pain. "Yes Master Frieza...as you...command."
Again the words tasted bitter in my mouth and he finally let go and then rose up. He lashed my back a couple of times then let me up finally. I slowly rose, my back hurting from the beating. However each time this happened I became stronger and that alone was enough reason for me to defy him all the more. I had no reason to respect this master and I didn't like him at all. I turned unable to ignore the order and looked to the frightened Arlian and raised my arm firing a ki blast and killed him quickly. Again there was no honor or pride to be gained by this fight and so. I looked to the body and turned around knowing that this was a way to show Frieza what I could do.
Again I was starved and this time for a different purpose. Now I was to kill if I wanted to eat and if I didn't kill when ordered, they would starve me more. I hated this place with a passion as I again returned to my cage and tried to relax. It wasn't long before the cage was slammed and locked shut again, a thing I had gotten used to by now. This could only mean one thing, more teasing and mocking coming my way and there would be nothing I could do to stop it. This time however was different as two arrows were fired, one landing in my ribs, the other on the other side of my ribs.
Frieza looked in on me at this point and seen my being wounded with the arrows and grinned a smile of sadistic pleasure waving everyone off. I sat and watched him the pain in my ribs restricting my breathing. He looked to me and laughed. "Well now, we are going to play a game. You slave, are going to be the prey and us the hunters. If we find you, you will be whipped. The game ends when you can't get up any more from the beating. Sounds fun does it not?"
I growled at him and my eyes shown hatred to him. "Why don't you be the hunted and we'll see how much you like it."
The others laughed as my cage was opened. Right off I was whipped several times and so I darted to the door but was too late as it shut right in front of me. They laughed at me and I turned around them nearing me. I bolted through and charged Frieza only to have the chain holding me get yanked on. The collar jerked against my throat and I fell to the ground flat on my back again.
Frieza laughed some more. "I forgot to tell you. You will be held on a chain so you can't run that far and the game will be played in this room. You slave are fair game to anyone right now who wishes to beat you. In this manner will your spirit be broken once and for all."
I couldn't believe the torture they were to put me through as if I was some animal needing to be broken. I bit my tongue against my words for the first time around him and kept silent. I knew in the end they would win by unfair means and I looked to the port window wondering if my father somehow knew of my suffering from the next dimension. I felt the whips across my back and chest cruelly cutting me deeply. I had to fight them, I had to get away and be free again. However that now seemed impossible. I raced around trying to avoid this at all costs and even that was in vain. They laughed each time the whip was laid upon me causing me to jump to another side. I knew there was no point of trying to break the chains so I began to muster all the ki energy that I could and turned to face them. I brought my hand up and fired it at the next person to lash me and it killed him.
Everyone stopped then, no one laughed any more and I fell to my knees exhausted. Frieza smirked and then pressed me to the ground and held me while another tied my hands behind my back. A belt was fastened in back above my tail and my hands were then shackled to the front to make it harder for me to stop this degrading game. My mind raced back to the simpler times with my home as lash after lash bit into my back. I knew that I could never go back but my heart held their plea to be avenged and I was the only one who could do that now and as their Prince, I would keep my end of the vow no matter what.
I snapped out of the reverie as another blow landed on my back ripping open my flesh from the upper left shoulder to the lower right side of my ribs. I jumped to the side and they continued to hound me constantly with their whips. It wasn't fair at all and I could only begin to imagine what they wanted from me. I looked to them and each one neared me and lashed me again. For the first time in my life I knew fear and my will to fight left me without hopes of finding decent treatment here. The time spent fighting I knew now was for nothing and it pained me to let my race down.
I closed my eyes as the whips were recoiled and every one of them left. I again could see my father lying before me on the floor and his words rang in my ear. I sat down and shivered curling into a small ball and I could feel the tears coming to me. I choked hard on them and tried to fight them back when the door cycled open unexpectedly. I jumped to my feet and stood ready to fight when none other than my own father walked in. I shook my head and looked to him. "Father?"
I looked above his head and noticed the halo above him and knew then that this must be for real. I turned away and crossed my arms my head lowered and my eyes cast to the ground. A hand fell lightly on my wounded shoulder and I involuntarily flinched. The King turned me around gently and made me look to his proud black eyes. "My son, you have lost your will to fight. You must gain it back or you will die in a short period of time. As a warrior and as the Prince you have a vow to keep, have you forgotten that?"
I looked up to him and shook my head. "No father, how could I forget about our home, about you. My life hasn't been kind to me either and I fear I have shamed my race. I have tried to kill Frieza, but I am not strong enough and the way they starve me, I doubt I ever will be."
My father rested a hand on my shoulder gently and looked at my tattered shirt. "Your fight has been long and very hard my son. The fact that you are still alive is a feat in and of itself and not many others could have accomplished this power level you have now. However you must continue to fight and to avenge us my son."
I looked up and choked back my tears. "How can I father, I'm not strong enough to do this, not to mention I am a slave now. I am shamed greatly my father."
My father looked me in the eyes this time and I could see his black eyes holding a look of care in them. "You are a Saiyan and the Prince of our proud race. You must ascend to Super Saiyan status and then and only then can you avenge us my son."
I nodded and looked up to my father again. Once more he had helped me and I looked to his halo. "How long do you have father?"
King Vegeta looked to the ground and then back to me with pride in his coal black eyes. "One day with you my son. Long enough for you to rest and regain your strength. You will need it for your coming battles with Frieza. I have been watching you and you must allow yourself to be commanded until you ascend then you can fight once more with pride and honor."
I nodded and sat down inside the cage and curled up knowing my father would keep his word. It would be hard for me to swallow my pride enough to be commanded but I knew if I were to survive, I must do so and quickly. I hated the very thought of it, however the entire Saiyan race was depending on me to bring honor to them. For my race and only my race, would I ever damp down my pride for this type of torment. I slept a good eight hours before I awoke again and seen my father standing guard over me. I yawned and stretched then looked to him as he gazed around the room that I had become very familiar with.
He shook his head and looked to me. "My son do you remember your mission here aboard this craft and how to accomplish it?"
I looked down and swallowed hard. "Yes father I do. I must become an almost perfect slave to Frieza and gain all the power I can to ascend and in that way, kill Frieza and avenge the Saiyan race. He will not live long if I can help it."
My father nodded and for the first time I understood his plan and I knew that I was the one who must carry them out for not only my father, and myself but for all the Saiyans that Frieza had destroyed. My mind was set and so it was to begin a change in my life, one that would remain with me for a long time. However my eyes were still searching for one thing, my own freedom.
Fifteen years old, I destroyed my first planet on command and never knew what the name of it was. I preferred not to know and I did not care either. I watched Frieza's every movement doing as he bid of me but not really caring about him at all. I started to look upon my slavery as no more than a job, a thing that needed to be done to accomplish something that could not have been done on my native world.
Each year I grew closer to him and I was to the point of having restricted roam of the craft. There was a planned time jump to hurtle us to the far distant past of Earth and there we would conquer it once and for all to get it ready for sale. However after we made that jump, Frieza became too complacent to my being around. I secretly trained every chance I could and became stronger by the day carrying on my daily tasks and then in my free time I would again strengthen myself even more.
I was now twenty-three years old and I had come a long way since I was first captured. The time was near now and I finally had a day to myself in the same chamber I had been kept in since the age of six. I knew this room very well and its very items in it by heart. I gripped the two chains from the ceiling and raised off the ground. I balanced on them and then started doing various moves on them often flipping about and using them for a way to test my agility and strength. I would end with a handstand on them and finally spring off and land on my feet.
One afternoon I was in my cage when three guards came in and taunted me again as usual. However I would not give them the pleasure of letting them anger me then. I gained a thin strong shard of metal from one of them and they finally left. I looked to the air duct grating, studying it carefully. I reached my arm out and put the shard into the lock and fiddled with it a bit and the lock gave way opening the cage door. Cautiously I took the grating off and then slipped inside replacing the grate with my tail.
Silently I made my way to the room where Frieza resided and peered down at him, a cold look to my own eyes. I slipped out as quietly as possible and replaced the grate again with my tail. I snuck up behind him and turned around using my tail like a whip to his temple. Noticing the blood as he turned to me, I knew he was not in a state to fight and I raised my arm up and pointed two fingers in his direction and mustered up all the energy my starved body could give. As he fell to the ground no words were exchanged until Frieza hit the alarm on his way down. He looked to me surprised and I returned his look with a cold glare to him. This blow had been a mortal wound to him and I knew it.
Just as I was about to fire the ki blast to kill him, someone grabbed my tail and clamped down hard on it. It broke my concentration as I fell to the ground in pain. I watched as they took Frieza out and toward a healing chamber. I sat there for a bit and my teeth clenched in rage and agony. My attempt had failed, but I would not give up as long as I was still breathing. I was bound in chains to where I couldn't even fight back and drug to the chamber. My hands were bound and my feet were shackled so as not to allow me any sort of fight until Frieza was healed.
Three hours would pass and the door cycled open and the creature stepped in a whip in hand. I knew well about that whip and I had grown to fear and hate it with a passion. Frieza traced my jaw with it and placed a hand on my throat as he stabbed my ribs with the tip of the whip. "You want to know how to really harm someone slave? I will show you how it's done first hand how to make one suffer greatly. Guards, muzzle this disgraceful beast so I don't have to hear his cries of pain."
The guards did as they were told and I watched them carefully when they backed off. They laughed a bit at me and stayed to watch my torment from this. Then he began to whip my back hard with the lash and each biting lash; I held the expression of pain off my face the best I knew how. He then began to beat on me with his fists and feet using me like a live punching bag. Several blows were landed to my gut and face knocking me almost senseless. Then he went back to the whip and lashed it on my back again each wound driving deep into my flesh and I could feel my clothes becoming imbedded into my injuries. This was the one beating that drove home to me the pain a whip could inflict and only then did it drive into my heart the fear of the whip. Never more would I look at the whip the same way again after this.
Frieza tore into me like a piece of meat to be slaughtered and when he was finished, the floor and whip were covered with blood, my blood. I closed my eyes, my body wracked with agony. The beatings continued on harshly, but soon I was looking down upon myself. My mind had separated from my body and I thought this was it, I thought I had been killed. I felt no pain from above though I knew that my body was being tortured severely. I watched as my body reacted to the pain from the whiplash across my back. Then slowly he left and I slammed back inside my body. Just like a light switch had been turned on, I felt the sheer agony of the beating, and every breath seared with pain. I was left there to die by Frieza with no care taken to treat my wounds. My hands and feet were shackled so I could not escape this ruthless pain. My vision started to fade from the loss of blood and I knew if I fell asleep that I would die with my vow uncompleted. I could not allow that to happen, not with my race depending on me to avenge them.
The night passed slowly as I rested once more on the chains, my rage and hatred growing even more. The power inside me was increasing over the time it took to heal from my injuries and soon I was given a full meal for once tipping my power to full again. I was ready once more to fight, but that time would have to come a bit later. Now was not the time to actually try another attack again. I had yet to ascend and now I would be patient for that time. The next time I laid my hands on that tyrant, I would kill him and I swore that under my breath watching the guards come and go from my chamber.