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As you all should know, I was born here on Earth and my father, Goku to some and Kakaroto to others, was blissfully unaware of his Saiya-jin heritage. The age of two found me as a very sheltered young boy. And I found myself that day flying with my father to meet his friends for the first time. That day my father's brother came looking for him. There was a fight between them that left both dead and two powerful Saiya-jin heading for earth. They would reach us in exactly a year. So, I was put into the hardest training I was to see in several years. The year past and I had learned the barest bones of fighting. Then Vegeta and Napa landed on Earth. My father had been wished back to life in time to save me by the Dragon Balls, but not in time for my teacher, Piccolo. The end of the fight found me semi-unconscious, my father dead once again, and Vegeta crawling to his ship. This is where the story truly begins.
"Vegeta? Vegeta! You had best be listening. In payment for loosing this fight you will bring me the young Saiya-jin boy. I will be awaiting your arrival." With that the radio exploded in to sparks.
Hearing a muffled curse, but unable to move, I felt strong hands hoist me up and toss me into the small pod before I lost conscious.
I awoke to the sensation of flying through the air, and before I realized that I really was, I made hard contact with the floor.
"Good, your awake," a voice said above me. "Get up and follow me, and don't even think of trying to escape."
Fully awake now, I got up and followed him through several buildings. From behind I could tell that underneath his strange armor his skin was a light blue-green color. He also had his hair braided and wrapped once around his head. It came to rest at the center of his back. More then a little scared and very hungry, I decided to ask some questions.
"Sir? Please, where am I? What happened?"
He turned quickly, so quickly that my unprepared eyes couldn't follow him. His fist connected soundly with my cheekbone, so that I flew back into the nearest wall fifteen feet away. Tears instantly came to my eyes, but I fought them back, determined as always not to cry in front of anyone.
"What has happened boy is that you have been captured by the all powerful Lord Frieza. And now you are his property, and young untrained boys should not speak unless spoken to. As to where you are, that does not matter for you will not be staying here long. Now come along. I don't have all day," with this he turned and started walking again.
Stopping in front of what looked like an armory, he turned quickly and grabbed me by the arm and thrust me in front of him. Inside the armory, for an armory it definitely was, was the biggest man I had ever seen, even bigger than Napa! This man stood nine feet high and as big as both my arms spread wide from side to side. He was holding what appeared to be a cattle brand except smaller. The man in the armory bowed deeply to the one holding me.
"Zarbon! I was not expecting you to be escorting the boy. I suppose you want me to mark him," Turnig he set the brand into some white- hot coals. Not understanding what he meant by marking, I stood there while Zarbon and the man talked in a language I had never heard before.
Suddenly, Zarbon turned me about and griped both of my arms hard; he stepped onto my feet, too, preventing me from any movement. My shirt was ripped off of my body and thrown to the floor. Suddenly dizzy my hands acted upon there own and grabed Zarbon's arms, the sickening sweet smell of burning skin came to me a moment before the pain. After a moment I realized that the pain was coming from the back of my upper left shoulder. Realizing what this implied, I clamped my teeth together and refused to give them the pleasure of hearing me scream.
Suddenly, Zarbon let me go and stepped sharply back. I do not know what was still keeping me on my feet. Saying something I was unable to make out through the haze of pain, Zarbon turned and began walking again. Assuming he meant me to follow him, we continued into another building.
This time stopping at the doorway, he pushed me in front of him. "Doc? Doc?! Where are you," Zarbon yelled into the empty room.
"Ah, the young Saiya-jin boy is here and... Zarbon! What a surprise! I was not expecting you," said the strange man coming out of a small room in the back. The man was small, only a few inches taller then I. He more resembled a small dinosaur then anything else.
"Well, come along boy. Sit hear on the table so that I can examine you," he said, pointing at a metal table with several straps, which appeared to be restraints, on either side of it.
The table was up high, five feet above me in fact. Being unable to use my left arm, I wondered how I was to get up there. Hearing a dragging sound behind me, I turned to see the doctor dragging a miniature stair case that was bigger then he was to the table. Dragging the stairs into place he gestured for me to proceed upon the table.
On the table, the man turned me so that he could see the burn on my back. Mumbling to himself, he thrust his hand into one of his numerous pockets and pulled out a big blue bottle. Unscrewing it, he rubbed the contents onto the burn on my back. The pain subsided almost instantly.
"This mark is permanent now," he told me. "The only way for it to be removed now would be to loose the shoulder." Getting down, he moved the stairs away from the table.
Gesturing for me to get down, he turned away and walked over to talk to Zarbon. Sliding down, I stood there wondering what was going to happen next. Turning back to me, the doctor told me to take off my pants. Having lost my since of modesty the year before, I did this without arguing.
The pants off, the doctor began to examine me. Giving a start of surprise, he suddenly asked, "how old are you?"
"I'm not sure. How long was I in the small ship?"
"You where in the pod for a month and a half," the Doc replied to my question.
"Then I am three years of age, sir."
"The youngest yet," he said to himself as he turned away.
Suddenly, my stomach gave a low rumble that probably could be heard all the way down the hall.
"Hungry are you," he asked. Turning to what must have been a servant, which I had not noticed before, he said, "You, run to the kitchen and tell the cook to give you a meal... about the size of Vegeta's norm when he comes back from a mission." The servant ran full speed out the door and down the hall.
Able now to use my arm I managed to jump back on to the table and settle cross-legged onto it.
"Hurry it up! We don't have all day you know," Zarbon suddenly yelled down the hall, making me start so unexpectedly that I almost fell off the table. Giving me an amused look, he moved out of the doorway to allow the servant to pass.
The smell alone was enough to make my mouth start watering as the servant gave me a large platter of food. Setting it on my crossed legs, I started to eat.
Suddenly laughing, Zarbon said to no one in particular, "well any doubts about him being Saiyan have just been proven incorrect! Just by how much and how he eats." Still laughing he turned to me, "did your mother never teach you manners?"
Realizing I was the butt of some unknown joke, I slowed down to a normal pace and began to eat with a minimal amount of manners.
Still laughing he continued, "don't get used to the service, boy, because for now on you will be expected to get your own food." Turning his attention away from me again, he leaned back against the doorframe.
Finishing the food, I set the platter off to the side and slid down to the floor again and went to stand before Zarbon. Grunting he turned and once again I follow him. As we leave the last of the buildings behind, a large ship looms up before us. It must be as big as a city, I think to myself. Deciding to try an experiment, I stop and dig my toes in to the floor and brace my self.
"Sir? Zarbon? What is that? Why am I here? Who is Frieza?"
Once again Zarbon turns quickly, but this time I am able to at least see him move. His fist connected with the same cheekbone as last time. Having been ready for it, I only skidded back a few feet.
"That's Lord Frieza, and you would do well to remember it. Lord Frieza is the most powerful being in the universe and soon to be the ruler of it as well. That ship over there is to be your new home. I doubt very much that you will step out of that ship in the next ten years. "In that ship you will be given a proper training befitting a soldier of Lord Frieza. after the training it is up to Lord Frieza to decide what happens next." Looking at me he suddenly realized that I had only skidded back a few feet. "You learn quickly," he said sneering. "It took most of the other boys five tries before they realized what happens when you ask unwanted questions." Turning, he led me into the ship.
Entering the ship, I realized that it must have more then one floor because the ceiling was too low for just one. Confirming my assumption, Zarbon stated, "There are three floors to this ship. The first floor, the one you are on now, contains the mess hall, engine room, Lord Frieza's rooms and the cockpit. You are not allowed on this floor unless told otherwise. "The second floor contains the main showers, several large training rooms, a second small kitchen, and the sleeping quarters for the trainees and fighters. This is where you will spend most of your time. "The third floor is devoted mainly to training rooms, gravity rooms, and the prisoner containment facilities. It also contains a second smaller shower room and sleeping quarters for special circumstances."
Finishing his small speech, we reached what appeared to be an elevator. Getting in, Zarbon stated, "Second floor." The elevator began to move upwards. With a soft ding the doors opened and Zarbon stepped out into a long hall that must have gone from one side of the ship to the other.
Slender doors exactly ten steps away from one another lined the hallway. On the doors where numbers, the first one I saw being 300. Going a short distance to the right, Zarbon stopped in front of the door 313 on the right hand side of the hall.
"This will be your room until it is decided that you should be moved," said Zarbon as he opened the door. "I suggest you get some sleep, you will need it for tomorrow. The lights go off in this room at exactly eleven o'clock and they come back on at four-thirty. There is a clock in your room and when it reads five you will be expected to be in the training room. "The training room is to your left as you exit your room all the way down the hall. There are two checkpoints that you must pass through on your way to the room. This door will not lock but do not go wondering about for I guarantee you will not like the consequences."
With that Zarbon turned away and went back into the elevator.
I whent into the room and the door closes behind me. In the small room is a bed in the far-left corner and one table with a chair. By the bed is a nightstand with two drawers and on top of the stand is a small lamp and digital clock. On the opposite wall of the bed is a small door. Upon opening the door, I discover a small bathroom with a toilet, sink and mirror. The lights suddenly go out and I managed to get to the bed without running into something. Crawling into bed my eye's drift shut of their own accord.
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