Vegeta's Vengence

Part 2

A Second Chance

Written By:

SaiyanWarrior_Vegeta

Two years would pass from that ruthless beating and their idea of training seemed to be enhanced upon me. I was not liking it a bit as they forced me to kneel to Frieza. My mouth would curl to an almost snarl and my eyes held the desire to kill him. I was now twenty-five and ready to break free of my confines. However that would not be a move to make at just this point.

By this point I was settling in to the role of being a slave, but I still hated it with a passion. My temper grew calm as I learned to hide my feelings from them, however that could not hide the rage burning in my gaze. I had every right to be angry with them and that alone was enough to keep going, not to mention my vow that I had made to my father. It was nearly time and now I again secretly trained to get myself as strong as possible growing closer and closer to what I wanted to be.

I had learned how to keep my power suppressed to avoid letting them get an accurate reading of my strength. Around the craft, I was still mocked and treated more like a dog than a Prince of Saiyans. This treatment was disgraceful and very shaming, but I would not give up, nor would I let them take my pride no matter how hard they tried.

Frieza would come into the cold chamber from time to time and look around for any signs of attempted escapes from me. I would sit in the corner of the cage and pay no heed to him now and kept my thoughts to myself. I did not feel like another round with that whip, especially if it would be used in such a manner that I could not fight back. He would look to me with his red eyes until I made eye contact with his and for some reason he would quickly glance away.

I smirked a bit and thought about it for a while as I was again left isolated inside the chamber. There had to be something that was making him nervous about me. Before long I heard a guard talking about the color of my eyes and how they must have held a gaze that made even Frieza a bit more wary around me. After that, I made sure to try and make eye contact with Frieza every time he entered.

Soon after I started this, the training that I was going through became even more strict. Soon I was whipped for the slightest of mistakes and forced to kneel before Frieza. My anger and hatred only deepened more inside of me. For a while I thought that I would snap and become broken, but then I remembered the vow made to my people, my father. I had to keep fighting, it wasn't an option anymore, it had become my prime objective while I lived here.

Before long while sitting in my cage, I could sense a new power ceiling about to burst. I gave pause to think about this energy increase and looked to my gloved hands. They were worn, tattered, and bloodstained. I wondered if it was that close, just out of reach of it now. It had to be right there in front of me as I felt my old pride come back to me once more.

Sure I had maintained my pride, but this was deeper and more connected with my heart. Something was happening as the time passed, a powerful sense of strength came over my body. I flicked my tail a bit in thought and my right fist clenched as an evil grin came to my face. The time was indeed near for my revolt against this tyrranical treatment. I wanted to be as strong as possible before I shown my strength to these so called guards.

None would even come around me anymore without keeping close eye on me. I would grin and in a silent manner, my eyes would mock them and even intimidate them. I knew then that this power I had was a force to be reckoned with. Then it hit me that this was more than just a regular power gain. I was becoming closer to ascending to Super Saiyan. I could not help but laugh at the thought of seeing the guards run in fear of me, fear from a Saiyan they thought inferior to them.

I would reclaim my title as the most powerful Saiyan to ever live among the stars. I nestled into the corner of my cage, crossed my arms and then closed my eyes. Yes the time was near, I could feel it coursing through my blood and even through my heart. I fell asleep assured that I would not have to live under Frieza too much longer. I had to start now getting my escape plans set in mind so I could leave as soon as the tyrant was dead.

My mind raced with various ways of escaping and one by one I would mentally pick them apart and discard the ones that would not work. In that way, I had two more in mind that had a possibility of working. As soon as he was dead, I would escape the craft and find some other place to live of my choosing.

As I slept, I dreamt of the times back on Planet Vegeta. They seemed so distant and far now. It almost felt as if I was forgetting, but my heart would not allow it, nor would my pride. I was the Prince of Saiyans and sooner or later I would uphold my vow and prove myself a worthy heir to the throne. How I looked forward to the day I would avenge my race and reclaim my throne and hopefully it would be sooner rather than later.

Up to this point, my fight had been long and very brutal and now I had something that could happen at any time. All I needed was to be pushed just a little more with rage and then would it happen. I just hoped that this power would be enough to destroy that tyrant once and for all. I had to ascend, it was what I was destined to do and in that way, I would become one of the most legendary individuals in the known Universe.

A year would pass rather slowly as I spent it inside the cage staring out at the stars in the port window. Then Frieza walked in and slid my cage back to the wall. I felt a chain clasp to my collar and the door opened. I got out and grudingly followed behind him. My coal colored eyes were locked on him and I let my gaze fall to the whip at his side. I slowed down a moment only to have the chain yanked on to pull me up farther. My tail tightened around my waist and I fought to keep myself under control as I was led down hall after hall to another room.

This room was something I did not expect as Frieza clipped one chain to my collar then another to the other side. The belt was again fastened about my waist and my hands cuffed to the front, the buckle being in back. I let my stare show the disdain that I felt deep in my heart. He then turned and left as I looked to my surroundings. It was a narrow room more like a corridor than anything else. The doors were locked now and I waited for what was to happen.

A recording was played over a set of speakers of Frieza laughing and a subliminal message under it to try and get me to snap. I ignored it at first and even tried to let my mind wander from here as I thought of home again. It was easy the first three days to do just that, but then the laugh started to get on my nerves. I tensed against the chains and the bindings that held me captive in this room. My rage grew deeper inside of me and this time there would be no holding it in check.

I strained against the cuffs on my wrists and pulled as hard on them that I could. The belt stretched under the strain and the cuffs then began to bend as well. The more I felt enraged the more the power increased, the more excited I became, the harder I fought against this. It was happening and there was no holding it back.

Energy spiked all around me, my teeth clenched together as the pain started to race through my body. It seemed to burn inside of me and I clenched my fists so tightly that my fingers dug into my palm, causing them to bleed. The belt and cuffs shattered in an explosion outward away from me and a wind kicked up in the room. I thrust my weight against the collar shattering one side then I leaned into the other and broke that as well. The steel, ki proof collar was the only thing about my neck and the remnants of the chains that had held me hung from it.

The pain was great as my body stiffened and finally I let out a scream as the power coursed through me drowning out the recording altogther. A gold aura flickered and my muscles began to build up to hold this strength. In a raging frenzy, the gold swept up and surrounded me swirling about my body. The ground trembled underneath of me and then the pain stopped, leaving me a Super Saiyan.

I looked around and charged the door, punching it hard with my fists and the door began to buldge under the force of the blows. It was now time. I had ascended and I now desired the hunt for Frieza. After two minutes, I slammed through the door and charged down the halls to the bridge of the ship.

I caught up to the tyrant and arrogantly tapped him on the shoulder with my right pointer finger. When he turned around, I came up with a right cross uppercut and landed the blow hard on his jaw. He flew back into a wall and looked to me for the first time with a fear in his eyes. The entire craft seemed to shudder under the blow and for once, no one laughed or even dared to mock me anymore. I looked to him with a look to kill as my tail unwrapped from my waist.

I caught a brief glimpse of myself in the transformed state and could not help but to smirk an evil grin. My eyes were green and wild, my black hair was now gold and the light of the aura made my appearance look more evil than that of Frieza. I turned to him again and grinned.

"I have come to avenge my race Frieza. I hope you are ready to die today." My voice sounded deeper and more harsh than I had expected. Then again Frieza wasn't expecting it as well and I took advantage of it. My tail was upraised and starting to curl back as I shot him a glare of hatred. Frieza then surprisingly stood back up and gave a small laugh.

I could not believe it as my eyes narrowed in frustration. He too locked his position and powered up to his final form and then looked to me. He didn't even look half as evil as he did in his first form. He was now white except for the purple lines down his cheeks and the purple on his shoulders, head, and abdomen, not to mention the purple lips. I couldn't help but laugh at him.

I looked to him with a mocking smirk on my face. "So the mighty Frieza shows his true form. You look weaker than I thought you would. Did you expect me to fear that form Frieza? You are more of a dreamer than I was. The only difference is that my dream came true."

Frieza grew enraged upon hearing me mock him like that, but I had no care about it at all. He had taunted, teased, mocked, and tormented me through twenty years of my life. I must say, revenge is a dish best served cold. My fists clenched together and we then went through the next hour of doing nothing more than fighting. The guards stood clear of us as we tore apart the inside of the craft from one end of the corridor to the other.

Blows could be felt through the entire craft as we strained to get at each other's throats. Occasionally, they would hear Frieza cry out in pain and when I was hit hard, I held it back letting out just a snort and charged again. I was more than pleased to hear him cry out under my blows but he would redouble his efforts and then come after me again.

When we paused, he pulled out his whip breathing hard and blood on his face. My lip was cut and my body ached, but I still waited for him to try to whip me again. I was battle ravaged and was breathing heavy as well, but this fight had been long awaited. I only hoped that I would not let my race down.

I reached up and wiped the blood off my lip with my glove and then glared to him with cold, proud eyes. Frieza had stopped laughing at this point and uncoiled the whip. Even with my fear of the whip, I maintained a calm outer appearance. He then brought it hard down on my chest cutting it deeply. I growled and charged him again bringing my fist across his face again and knocking him back.

He turned unexpectedly and grabbed my wrists and pulled on them as well. I barely felt his grip, my wrists having long ago been desensitized to such things. He continued to pull on my tattered gloves and finally they slipped off of my hands. I snarled a bit and then kicked him in the gut knocking the wind out of him. I raised my hand and pointed two fingers in his direction and powered up a ki blast on their tips.

I glared at him hard, my attention focused on him. For a moment there was dead silence aboard the craft and I fired the blast aiming for his heart. Instead, he moved at the last moment and it caught him in the right shoulder. It went clean through him as he gave a scream of pain. I smirked a bit and then a pain siezed me once more. I was left paralyzed from it and for a moment it caught me off guard.

I cursed at myself for being so careless and allowing my tail to be unwrapped during a battle. My tail was clamped upon tighter the pain reeling through me again as it forced me out of my Super Saiyan status. This would be one mistake I would not make again and vowed it to myself as I fell to the ground. Frieza then got up and kicked me hard in the ribs and then wrapped his tail about my throat.

I was held up in front of the tyrant as I choked for breath. I gripped his tail hard and bit down into it. A disgusting measure but it had the desired effect of making him let go of me. However my tail was still grabbed and they clenched tighter on it. The agony was almost unbearable as Frieza had me bound and taken to my cage again. There I was locked in and tied to the bars to where I was in an uncomfortable position and forced to stay that way.

Four chains this time were clipped to the collar to force my head low to the ground. My hands were cuffed behind my back to where I could not move them. One ankle was chained up to where it forced my knee against my chest and the other was tied back. Struggling against the chains I tried hard to break them again as the recording played over the speakers in my chamber.

Having been forced to the kneeling position I tried to get a bit more comfortable, but the cage was too cramped for much movement. I was left this way for about a month straight and Frieza finally came in to the room and looked to me in his first form. "Not so high and mighty now are we, slave? You should already know by now that I always win."

He stepped up to the cage the recording still playing over the speakers. He sat down on the top of my cage and looked down poking his whip at my back. This on top of the recordings was enough to drive me mad as I fought my restraints. My mind reeled and finally my mind snapped. I stopped fighting knowing that with myself bound and caged, there was no way for me to fight back. I lowered my gaze and just let him do what he pleased. He was right, he would always win as long as I was kept under strict training.

I shivered against the cold of the room and a silence filled the room as the recordings were turned off. I had to become stronger still, stronger than a Super Saiyan. I had to ascend again and that was my final option. If this did not work, then I would have to get out the hard way and earn it. This was to mark a turning point in my life as they continued to keep me in the cage.

There was nothing to do now but to go along with them for a while. Someday maybe luck would be on my side for once and I hoped for such a time to come my way. I had nothing left now except very few things and they were hope, a picture of my father and me, my father's cape and medallion, and my pride. Everything else had been wiped away over the past twenty years. In my heart however I still held the hopes to avenge my race.

My eyes seemed to go empty after that reflecting only my harsh life, only rage and pride showing through. The guards finally came in one day two months later and released my bonds so that I could finally relax once more. I felt stiff and sore moving from the position of kneeling to being able to sit against the bars once more.

My hands traced the bars of the cage slowly and my heart sank. For twenty years now this prison had been my home. I grew to know it, hate it, and even get to feel comfortable in it as well as dread it. Every night I had curled up to a small ball and slept and every morning I woke up in the same cage. My suffering had been great and my temper flared like none other on this craft. I have accomplished the Super Saiyan in this prison and was tormented in measures not able to be calculated.

Still my vow rested heavy on my shoulders and a tame look came to my eyes. The fire gone to fight any other than that of Frieza. My hatred of him was very deep and personal not to mention well deserved. I was now used as little more than a common slave and it ate away at my heart even more until finally I became uncaring and cold to everyone and everything. I trusted no one and nothing as they would try to antagonize me further.

My father's words rang in my ears even above that of Frieza's and I took comfort in that voice even in the harshest of times. Every single day I would train to become stronger still. I had to reach a goal never before reached in the Saiyan race. I sighed deeply and fell asleep my eyes on that task at hand.

For the first time in my life I fully understood my father and what had driven him to kneel before this tyrant. There was a lot now that I remembered about my father and now had answers to. I had gained them the hard way of actually being broken by Frieza. Recalling those times, I remembered when I had made threat after threat to Frieza as a kid. My thoughts lingered in my mind as I slept and they turned to vivid dreams.

My heart was still with the proud Saiyan race as I romped through the castle and laughed with the guards. I sat upon my throne and watched people come and go through the room. I would look over to my right and see my father's proud gaze fall silently upon the others in his sight. I was four again before Frieza and I ran the corridors with a proud, wild gleam to my coal black eyes and a smirk almost always on my lips. Times have certainly changed since that age and this became my mental escape. I looked forward to these dreams every night and in my mind, I was free to do as I wanted when I so desired.

It was not that way anymore with my life and it hasn't been for a long time. Yet my fight continued and would continue as long as Frieza still lived. I woke up knowing a day of more taunts and torments would come my way. I brought my feet against the bars and watched as Frieza entered.

The tyrant looked to me with a smirk and held his hands behind him. We could both see our breaths in here as frigid as it was. I trembled in the coldness of the room and waited for a moment for him to start speaking. He would not allow otherwise and as much as I despised it I went along with it obediently. The time would come for revenge and I could live with that if I could just reach my next goal.

It wouldn't take nearly as long as I had expected. Within two years of my own hard training, I grew stronger and more powerful in the late nights to keep it secret. No one aboard the craft was able to grasp what I was doing. Instead of sleeping, I trained until I was too tired to continue. Then I would rest one or two nights and begin again on schedule. It often left me exhausted but I had to push myself harder and harder.

Two years would pass and in the dead of night while everyone slept I went to my Super Saiyan status. However I did not stop there, I grew more and more powerful until an explosion of energy again washed over me again. My hair laid back some and grew another two or three inches. My eyes became more fierce catching the reflection off the window. The muscles again grew to match the size needed to hold in all this power.

I grinned seeing the transformation in the window. I had accomplished my goal once more in record time. I powered down and rested in the cage. I was the Ascended Super Saiyan now and I just needed out to try and kill Frieza again. They however would not allow me out anymore. They claimed it was time for me to remain caged and not be running around trying to kill their master. I would have to laugh at the excuse due to the look of fear in Frieza's eyes when I had first ascended into Super Saiyan. Now I was a step higher, I knew it had to be fear that made up their minds.

My twenty-ninth year would pass again much like it had the first year I was here and they tried to keep me confined. I was allowed out only if I was bound so I could not attack. Frieza came in one day with another person on his heels. This person was not of my liking as I maintained what I was trained to do. I kept my eyes cast low as he came up and tried to handle me.

I had never seen this person in my life but something about him made me uneasy around him. Frieza had his whip uncoiled as the man went behind me. He then looked to Frieza again and then back at me. I did not know what was going on but I had a very good idea.

"Does he allow you to handle him without much problem?" He asked in a tenor voice to Frieza.

Frieza grinned and nodded. "It took time to break him, but now you can do just about anything you want with him. We keep him in restraints to just reinforce his trainings. Go ahead and do what you will with him, if he acts up just use a whip, he'll straighten right out."

I silently cursed at him for making such a comment. I was not something to be bought and sold and I didn't like the notion at all. The fact that they were talking about it made me even angrier toward that tyrant. He gave a smirk as the man bent over and felt along my calf muscle and thighs. This was completely detesting and Frieza knew I hated being treated in such a manner.

The man hit the front of my ankle on a certain nerve and forced me to pick up my foot one after the other as he checked out my knees and ankles. He moved up to my ribs and abdomen then up to my chest and shoulders. When he touched my arms and back, my gaze grew enraged and my tail uncurled from my waist. He gripped it roughly and rubbed the fur the wrong way and it made me snap in anger at Frieza.

Frieza snapped the whip on my chest and the tail was released. The man looked to me curiously. "Hmm...he doesn't like his tail to be messed with. That could be corrected as well."

The tyrant shook his head. "No his tail is very sensitive as were all Saiyans. It is also one of their weaknesses if you just clamp down tight on it like this."

With that Frieza gripped my tail and clenched it hard in his hand. I stood paralyzed from the agony that shot through my body and was about to fall when it was released again. I used my tail against Frieza like a whip and hit him in the side with it knocking him back. I growled at him and looked to the man behind me as best I could before I looked straight ahead. "If you want to know about the Saiyan tail then ask me. We Saiyans have more nerves in our tails than humans do in their entire body. They are highly sensitive and I do not approve of people touching it."

I then wrapped my tail about my waist again and locked it there as the whip found my back a couple of times. Frieza snarled and looked to me again. "If he wants to touch your tail, he will touch your tail no matter how much you object to it, Slave."

I growled slightly knowing in the long run he would come out ahead of me by cheating. I stood still as the man proceeded to check me over feeling about my throat and jaw. He pried open the lips and checked the teeth then forced my mouth open again by hitting a certain nerve on my jaw. He then tugged at my eyes and pulled them open wider bringing my head back.

After he was finished, he pulled back from me and took another look at me. He never took his eyes off of me as he then spoke again with Frieza. "This one is truly a rare speciman Frieza, especially since his race was killed off. He should be worth a fortune at his condition in spite of his temper but that too can be corrected.*

Frieza only grinned. "This slave has been a hard one to break but now that he is tamed to the ways of a slave, his temper will be next to be dealt with. He will be completely docile for any task that is desired of him."

The man nodded again and took hold of one of the chains I was bound with. He looked to my throat and seen where the collar was chaffing my neck and he grinned a bit. "This one is a fighter, is he not?"

The tyrant nodded. "Oh yes, but we have trained him to only kill on command. Though tempered, he is easy to get back under control again by either grabbing his tail and really clamping down on it, or with the end of a lash. Both works equally well to break him of anything you find unfit for him."

Again the other person nodded and then traced my shoulder with a finger. My eyes narrowed some and I stomped a foot on the ground to show displeasure. I bit my tongue hard to keep steady and watched as they conversed for a time. Then the man looked to me again. "How much are you selling him for?"

Frieza looked to me as well. "Considering all the time we have taken to taming him and the rarity of his breed, I would sell him for 10,000 gold pieces. However I am willing to bargain as well."

I looked to the man with cold, harsh eyes and he took a step back. I could sense the fear in him and so I made eye contact with him, a thing that I knew I would be beaten for later. "Buy me and I'll kill you. Do we have an understanding?"

The person took a step back and nodded. "No Frieza I don't think I'm really all that intrested in taming him more. Maybe when his temper is tamed, I shall come back and most likely purchase him then."

Frieza looked to me and nodded. "Fine, but don't take too long. My patience wears thin with this disgrace of a slave."

I growled at him and Frieza grabbed up his whip. For the next hour and a half I was again lashed and beaten severly for my defiance against such cruel treatment. After he was finished, I was thrown back inside my cage and locked in again.

From this point on, my temper was watched carefully. Any sign of it was punished and soon I had learned to hide that as well. Frieza had no idea whom he had on chains at that point and I grew to a raging fury. After a long three hour battle, Frieza was again mortally wounded and I had been pulled off with chains and whips at my back. I raged trying to kill him, but soon I felt a blow to the back of my head and I fell unconscious.

This would be the last year I was to live with Frieza and it passed by quickly. We came upon Earth in their medieval period and we orbited the blue marble of a world. It was a contrast to the red planet of Planet Vegeta where I was born. It seemed to bring on a sense of peace and hope, the likes that have been lost in the twenty-four years of my life under Frieza's cruel reign.

That day I was woken with a foot to the ribs in a hard kick. "Get up slave. Time to get off this craft and go to a new home. Though being abandoned is hardly being free. It just means that you are in between masters. Any one that wants you could take you in as theirs."

I glared up to him keeping from eye contact as a chain was clipped to my collar. He yanked hard on it and I was forced out of my cage. Frieza held his whip in hand as I made my way out of my tiny and very cramped prison. He grew impatient with me. "Come now slave, time to go and I mean right now."

I was led to a pod and forced on, the auto destruct set, and was launched toward that planet. It crashed down in the plotted course and it opened. I barely had time to get clear of the pod when it exploded leaving me stranded on this planet, abandoned. I looked to the looming castle before me and swallowed back my fears.

I took a cautious step toward the main doors and then pushed them open. I kept my head low and my eyes cast to the ground as I stepped just inside the door. "May I enter this Keep?"

The head Master looked over to me and studied me closely. Another slave laughed in the background and it made me wonder about this place. Someone answered and I stepped forward and into a corner where I remained standing. From here I could see the entire room of the Main Keep and for the first time I heard other slaves laughing and playing around like they were free. This confused me greatly.

I was beckoned forth by the head Master again and so I went and as my trainings have taught me, I knelt before him. He looked to me closely and then sat back on his throne. "Tell me slave, what brings you to the Keep?"

"I was abandoned by my last master here Sir." I answered and again was taken by surprise as I realized he did not ask in a taunting voice. I thought it best to bite my tongue so as not to bring up past experiences. I gazed down beside him and saw a whip at his side. I trembled slightly from the sight of it but quickly hid it again.

The man took this into consideration as another stood and a whip hung at his side as well. He walked over to me and ripped open my shirt from the back revealing my many scars from Frieza's whip. The first man talking to me continued. "What were you used for?"

I had to come up with something. I wasn't really used much at all except as a thing to torment. However it was a fight and a long one. "Fighting and hard labor Sir."

The man again nodded. "What is your name slave?"

This took me again by surprise. Why would a Master want my name? What did it matter to them anyway? I kept my feelings hidden and my thoughts clear from my mind. "My name is Vegeta, Sir."

The man nodded again and he motioned me forth, closer to him. I did as told and he slipped a collar about my neck and my heart again sank. This could only mean one thing for me, more torments to come my way. I could no longer fight this and finally found my peace with my situation. However my heart still longed for freedom. It seemed an impossible dream now and so I did not ask for it any more. I had to earn it now, if the master so wished me free, then I would take it, but if not, I would not ask for it.

The collar was a soft brown leather with a black onyx stone set into it. He went over the ways of a soul collar with me and then motioned for me to follow him up the long winding staircase that I thought would lead to a filthy room or an attic. He paused before a huge, heavy wood door and looked to me. My eyes were cast to the ground still as his deep voice seemed soothing. "My name is Robert Blackwell. This is to be your room while you stay here at the Keep."

With that he opened it up to a very luxurious room. I shook my head and peered in almost afraid of what may happen if I did step into it. After twenty-four long years in a cage, I had grown used to one and now seeing this again. I timidly stepped in quietly doing as my new Master wished and I looked around. This room was more fit for a Prince than a regular common slave. I accepted it gratefully and he went back down while I read up on what he wanted from his slaves and such.

I looked inside the books and read what was to be expected and then when finished reading the desired pages from Mr. Blackwell, I closed it and looked at the large chester drawers and on the mirror was my picture of my father and me. I checked my glove and found it not there anymore. I was shocked yet again as I opened up the drawers and found more clothing inside, exactly as I wore but in a new condition.

In my heart I was glad to see this and know that it was indeed just for me. In all my time with Frieza, I was never shown even the slightest gesture of kindness. I was confused by this and even a bit scared. I changed and went back down to the Main Keep again feeling better than I had in years. I went to Mr. Blackwell and knelt before him again and waited to be noticed.

Finally given the opportunity, I spoke in a calm almost happy voice. "I thank you for the room Master. It has been so long since I was given any respect."

He nodded and grinned a bit. "I try to make my slaves as happy as possible Vegeta. Tomorrow you will fight Mealstrome in a test. I want to see how well you fight and maybe I can have a job for you here at the Keep."

I bit the inside of my lip at hearing this but with a whip in sight, I did not feel like fighting with it at the time. "As you wish Master."

With that I was dismissed from our conversation and I went to what would be known as my corner and sat down. I watched the others playing and being happy, wondering if they have ever suffered as I have. I rested hungry and tired from the ordeal against a large sabertooth tiger named Makono. The soft fur felt good instead of the cold bars of the cage.

Another slave came up to me and looked to me in a curious stare. I turned away too tired to really talk to anyone else at the time. She gently touched one of my shoulders and I flinched at her hand, my gaze intense and wary. "Hi there I'm Curis, what's your name?"

I looked to her a bit less alertly now and let my body relax again. "Vegeta." I answered simply.

My new Master walked away on a business call and about three hours would pass when my stomach growled in hunger. I clenched my stomach when the hunger pains hit again. Curis and Makono both looked to me and Curis looked to me oddly. "When was the last time you have eaten?"

I raised a brow at this question and then looked around. I was not sure what to make of this kindness shown to me. The last twenty-four years were nothing but cruel torments. Here I was shown care and consideration so I gave a deep sigh and answered her question. "It has been three days."

Curis nodded and got up walking to the kitchen. She came back with about three pieces of fish and handed one to me. Recalling what I had been through, I took it from her cautiously. I scarfed it down quickly but with proper ettiqutes. She grinned at seeing me eat and I looked back to the throne. I refused the rest of the food right then and a look of worry came to Curis's face.

She sat down and looked to me. I avoided eye contact so as not to let on that I wanted more. She looked to me even more concerned now. "You must be starving Vegeta, come on aren't you going to eat?"

I shook my head slowly. "I would rather have permission from the Master before I eat anymore. I do not want to be whipped again for going against his wishes."

Curis nodded. "Your last owner must have been cruel. Don't worry, this Master is kind. You'll like it here just wait and see."

I looked away and rested against Makono again taking in his warmth and nestled into the sabertooth's fur once more. "Easy for you to say. You weren't caged for twenty-four years and beaten for the slightest of mistakes."

Curis gave a small gasp of disbelief as her eyes widened some. "I'm sorry Vegeta, I had no idea."

I shrugged off her concern not wanting her pity. "Do not worry about it. What's done is done, there is no going back for me, not now. There is nothing for me, not anymore."

I dozed off with Makono and woke with the Master back in the room. After gaining permission to eat, I feasted on the food getting my fill. It felt great to have a full stomach again and to rest up once more. I went off to bed and slept, but it was very fitful. My mind was back on Frieza's craft and the same beatings were being given.

I woke up and then went downstairs to see my Master and Mealstrome in the Keep. I yawned and walked to my corner tugging lightly on the leather collar about my neck. I could not grasp their ways, it was all too new to me still. I was used to the harsh ways of a whip and my new owner carried one yet he never took it off his hip.

My mind was racing as Blackwell called me forth again thinking that this had been nothing more than a dream. I knelt before him keeping my eyes downcast and my head bowed slightly. "Yes Master?"

Mealstrome came over near me and I kept close watch on him as well cautious about who came around me. Robert looked to Mealstrome and grinned then looked to me. "Mealstrome, I want you to fight Vegeta. I need to test him on his fighting capabilities and see if he's good enough."

Mealstrome nodded. "Okay then shall we get started?"

I remained kneeling before Blackwell and waited. Robert turned to me and told me to rise. I did so gladly and then looked over to Mealstrome studying his physical appearance. He was finely built and very strong. Yet I never took an opponent at face value. Being a Saiyan alone meant having strength greater than what we appeared to have.

I powered up to just below Super Saiyan status and my opponent powered up in his own way. Blackwell then walked to a table and revealed an array of weaponry. "Choose your weapons."

I took a look to the weapons in a glaring gaze and my mind raced. I should have known this would not be a fair fight and I clenched my fists tight as Mealstrome strode up and took up a weapon looking at it. I held my ground and growled under my breath. Then to my surprise he put it down and turned to me.

Mealstrome stood to the side and gestured to the weapons. "Well Vegeta, you're the one being tested. Go ahead and choose your weapon first. I'll fight with the same weapon you choose."

I looked to him slightly not making eye contact as my gaze rested upon the weapons. I could not decide which one I wanted to use. A lot of them I had practiced with when I was four but I still could not decide which one I wanted to fight with. Finally I turned and shook my head. "I am a warrior. I fight with what I have."

Blackwell nodded and then looked to the both of us. "Okay, no weapons then."

Mealstrome dropped his weapons that he was carrying and then turned to me again. We took our positions and got ready to battle each other. The only thing we were waiting upon was the command to fight and then would we both charge in head long at each other. I had to be careful as I wrapped my tail about my waist and locked it there. It was time now for the test to come under way and I looked forward to show some of my fighting capabilities.

When given the order Mealstrome and I clashed together in a sparring match, both of us not wanting to budge an inch. I could feel my Saiyan blood start to race in the thrill of the moment and the excitement of battle spurred me on more. There was no time to think but to just act in this match and for a while I forgot about my being enslaved. I was a warrior trying to prove myself in a fight and for once it was a fair fight.

Mealstrome landed two blows to my ribs and I took them easily. Then flipping over his left shoulder I nailed him once in the right side and as he turned to face me, once on the left with the following kick. He backed off a moment and I watched him carefully studying his moves. I could tell he was getting ready for a large attack and I waited wondering just how much power this person had.

Mealstrome then threw a powerful magic blast to me and I felt myself being slammed to the ground. I looked up and grinned to him then rose. "So you want to play that way? All right then, game on."

I turned and fired my Final Flash to him and caught him in a daze for a moment. Then he rode the blast and then finally after a moment, he managed to turn it back to where it was coming for me. I slid out of the way to the left and grinned again.

Mr. Blackwell then called for the fight to stop and both of us immediately broke off our little spar and looked toward his direction. I stood a little more proudly as the fight raced through my mind. Then Robert spoke again. "Vegeta, come here little one."

I would normally have taken offence to it but then I did see how tall he was. Compared to his being seven feet eight inches tall, I was quite small to him. I took in a deep breath and then neared him once more kneeling to him. He gave a wave of his hand and the black onyx stone was changed to the molten silver colored agate stone.

Not sure what this meant, he continued to explain that I was now an Elite Keep Guard. Both he and Mealstrome were impressed by my fighting capabilities and told me the fight was a draw. He told me of the duties of a Keep Guard and for once I could not argue with it. Now not only was I a slave, but a higher ranking one with some authority. Things were beginning to look up for me now and once more I was starting to be shown respect and fairness once more.

I was now being treated more like a Prince than a slave instead of the other way around. I had no idea slavery could be this way at all and for a bit it made me nervous. Maybe all my fighting was for something after all and as a Saiyan Prince, I took in the praises and respect I was being shown. Yes I could get used to this place and even like it here. I was being given a second chance to live a comfortable life.