Author's Note: Ok I don't know WHAT inspired this fic, but I'm gunna try it anyway, given the positive response I got to the prologue. NOTE: There IS some Vege-bashing in this chapter, I'm real sorry but I hope not to deter Vegeta fans (like myself) and know only that there was no other way I could do this. OK, well have fun R&R

Chapter 1: Worthless Brats

"Radditz. Radditz, wake up," Bardock whispered to the sleeping form of his son. The small child opened its eyes slowly and looked around.

"Toussan, it's the crack of dawn!" Radditz whined.

"I know, but we have to go and say goodbye to your little brother and sister. They're leaving today." Radditz was suddenly wide-awake. He nodded to his father and then slipped out of bed, changing into his armour. Radditz sighed as he pulled on the heavy chest plate. He had been looking forward to having a little brother and sister. And now the King was taking all that away from him. What right did he have to do that? Radditz gruffly yanked on his boots and walked downstairs. His mother and father were also dressed in their armour. His mother's face was emotionless but his fathers was a mixture of anger and confusion. Radditz shrugged it off and sat down next to his mother. She had hair much like Radditz's but quite a lot shorter. The spikes touched her broad shoulders and draped itself across half of her face. She had dark features, all the same though, they were very pretty. Her inky black eyes always gave Radditz the feeling that every time she was looking at him, he was being x-rayed. She had a scar across the left side of her cheek that she had acquired during a purging mission with Bardock. She had very muscly yet still very feminine arms and legs. Her stomach undoubtedly had a six-pack, but being a mated woman, she never showed off more skin than she had to. Her tail, which like all Saiyan tails was brown, was always wrapped tightly around her waist.

(I could describe Bardock but 9 out of 10 people know what he looks like so I won't. But note: I made up what Romayna looks like I had no idea whatsoever.).

"Radditz, I want you to know that Kakarot and Buruma will come back," Bardock told his son. Radditz looked up at his father form the other side of the table, accusingly.

"Why do they have to go, Toussan? I want them to stay on Vegeta-sei," Radditz huffed.

"So do I, boy. But they have to go if the King wishes them to," Bardock told him sternly. Radditz looked outside, to where the sun was threatening to spill over the mountains of Vegeta-sei.

"We'd better be off, Bardock. If we want to see them before the King sends them off. You said yourself that they leave at dawn," Romayna said calmly and unemotionally. Bardock nodded and then beckoned to his son. Romayna stood up and Bardock took her hand. They walked outside and, with Radditz by their side, blasted into the sky. Bardock leaned over and gave Romayna a kiss on the cheek. She smiled warmly back at him, and they continued to head for the Maternity section of the science lab (where they keep all the babies in tanks; I made that bit up hehe).

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"Vegeta," snapped the King. His infant son looked up and the sound of his father's voice. "Come over here!" The two-year-old Saiyan toddled over to his father, his tail swishing back and forth behind his back. As Vegeta approached the King (his father), he picked the boy up by his tail. Vegeta screamed at the top of his lungs but shed no tears. King Vegeta smirked, placing the screeching child down on the ground. The moment he let go, Vegeta grabbed his tail and started petting it, his bottom lip stuck out.

"Mean Toussan!" he yelled at his father. King Vegeta glared at the boy.

"What have I told you, about leaving your tail free? Keep it around your waist! Always, Vegeta. That is the first place an enemy will try to get you, is your tail!"

"I don't care!" Vegeta yelled, screwing up his face and glaring at his father, "you hurt my tail!"

"I don't care, brat. But you should. If I really wanted to hurt you, you would have been at my mercy. Never take your tail from around your waist. Ever! Now go and spar with one of the guard's brats before I blast you out of here." Vegeta hmphed and walked out, still smoothing down the fur on his ruffed up tail.

King Vegeta watched his son's retreating back.

'That kid will be trouble on day," thought the King, sighing and sitting back on his throne. 'He better learn to bite his tongue or he won't be around to ascend to the throne.' (I'm just gunna call him K. Vegeta now OK? It's too hard to type King Vegeta all the time. And Prince Vegeta will just be Vegeta). The King turned his thoughts to someone else's children. No doubt Bardock was on his way to say goodbye to his brats. "I'd better head down to the Launching Pad, Bardock's brats will be there soon," the King mumbled to himself. He stood and descended down the stairs, his long red cape flowing behind him.

The Prince watched as his father headed for the door. Vegeta continued petting his tail, watching from behind a wall as his father spoke to Nappa, the Prince's bodyguard. K.Vegeta nodded and walked out of the throne room. Nappa walked over towards Vegeta.

"Come, Prince. We are to go and watch your father send Bardock's brats," Nappa told him, as he reached the angry prince. Vegeta nodded, and levitated floating behind Nappa as they headed to the Launching Pad.

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Radditz pressed his face up against the tank, watching his baby brother, curled up in a ball. The small Saiyan's tail was wrapped around the infant's leg. Radditz sighed, heavily. He was going to miss them, before he'd even known them. Bardock placed a heavy hand on his son's shoulder.

"It's for the good of the babies, Radditz. When they come back, they will be very well respected because of what they will do."

"I know, Toussan, but it's not fair. Why doesn't Kassan (I'm not sure if that's spelt right) mind about the babies going away?"

"Because your mother is different from you and I, Radditz. She looks at the good things about it, not the bad," Bardock told him. How do you explain to a seven-year-old child, that his mother simply doesn't care about the future of her children? But Radditz seemed happy with his father's explanation and asked no questions. Bardock looked over at his mate. She was leaning against the wall next to Buruma's tank. Her arms were crossed and she had one leg in front of the other. As Bardock, watched, she carelessly flicked a bit of dirt off the shoulder of her armour like she didn't have much else to do and was merely bored.

"Bardock," came K.Vegeta's voice. Bardock swivelled around and saw the King enter, flanked by two Royal Guards. Bardock bowed as the King entered. He saw Radditz sink to the ground, followed closely by Romayna. The King signalled for them to stand up, and the three Saiyans rose. As the King approached the tanks that held Bardock's children, he stepped sideways around Bardock, his upper lip curling. Bardock yearned to throw a ki blast at the King, but refrained from it. He knew perfectly well why the King was looking the way he did. Because Bardock was a third-class Saiyan and therefore, his presence disgusted the King who was of course a Royal. K.Vegeta stood and looked into the tanks, his arms behind his back and his shoulders and head held high.

"Berik, get these brats into the pods. I haven't got all day," the King snapped at the scientist. A short, portly man with a large moustache and hair sticking out to the left, nodded and stood forward. He fiddled with a few dials on the side of the tank, and a moment later, Kakarot was transferred into a pod. The same procedure took place with Buruma, and the pods were sent to the launching pad. The King and his Royal Guards exited the science lab, and Bardock took Radditz's hand and the two blasted into the air, closely followed by Romayna.

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"Nappa, how long is Toussan gunna be?" moaned the Prince. He was leaning against the wall of the R.T.L (Ready to Launch) building. His arms were crossed and a dark scowl was set in his face, like a carving in stone.

"Be patient my Prince. Your father will be here soon," he told the disgruntled toddler. As if on cue, the King suddenly appeared from inside the R.L.T. Nappa bowed as the King made his way over, but Vegeta just stood there, glaring at his father.

"Well, brat. Aren't you going to bow to your King?" spat the K.Vegeta. Vegeta stood there defiantly and said,

"No! You pulled my tail! What makes you think I'd bow to you?" The King was taken aback. (Vegeta is quite advanced for his age, OK? A two-year-old Saiyan is like hmmm let's see. A four-year-old human OK?)

"HOW DEAR YOU SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT!" the King bellowed at his son, grabbing the kid by the scruff of his neck and drawing him up to his face.

"I'll speak however I want! You seem to think it's OK to treat me however you want so I'll speak however I want!" Kami knows what might have happened if at that very moment, Bardock, Romayna and Radditz not flown in.

"I'll deal with you later, brat," snarled K.Vegeta, throwing his son down on the floor. The short Saiyan walked over to where Bardock and his family now stood.

"Say a nice last good-bye to your brat's Bardock. It's going to be a few years before you see them again. If you see them again.." K.Vegeta snarled, smirking as he watched Bardock try and restrain himself.

"Yes your Majesty. We have already said good-bye to the brats so let's get on with it now." K.Vegeta nodded and signalled to the Saiyans in the R.T.L. A moment later, two pods came flying into view, each containing one of Bardock and Romayna's children. The pods landed on the launching pad, and voice came across the intercom.

"READY TO LAUNCH PODS 1286453 AND PODS 1286454 IN 10, 9, 8, 7, 6." At that moment, Radditz started to cry, the thought of actually losing his siblings becoming too much.

"Bardock, control that weakling brat of yours!" yelled the King.

"3, 2, 1 LAUNCH!" The two pods suddenly blasted into the air, the two inhabitants not realising that they were leaving their true home.

At that moment, the two children watching the pods blast into the sky, made solemn promises to themselves.

'I'll never cry again! I am not a weakling. Never again. Ever. I'll become strong! I won't let my father be ashamed of me!' the thoughts coursed through Radditz's head.

'I'll get you back, Father. Mark my words. I will become stronger than you one day take over you Kingdom. You won't stand a chance, I will become the legendary and you will have no chance but to bow to me or die,' Vegeta thought, promising himself that one day he would kill his father. Make him pay for all the humility and pain he had suffered at his father's hands.

Bardock watched, as his two children were blasted into space, probably never to be seen again. It was then, that Bardock promised himself, almost the same thing Radditz had.

'I'll never be this weak again. Stupid emotions. Stuff all this love stuff. I'm going to train, purge, kill. I won't let my last remaining son see how weak and emotional I am."

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Author's Note: Well. I was going to end the chapter here but it's not long enough. Just a few things (I'm going to continue this chapter after my note) we'll see same major changes in Bardock and Radditz's characters and a slight change in that of Vegeta's. Well this next bit carries on an earth year later (300 odd days; a Saiyan year is 730 days long), Kakarot and Buruma are about to arrive on Chikyuu, and K.Vegeta gets mixed up with Freiza and promises the lizard something no father should ever give away willingly.

321 days later

(Kakarot and Buruma are half a Saiyan year old, and a full earth year old OK?)

"Wake up, Kakarot, wake up Kakarot," came the feminine computerised voice. The infant child slowly opened its eyes for the first time in its life. (In this fic, all Saiyans are born with the ability to speak and comprehend English and Saiyan (whatever you call the Saiyan language OK?)

"Approaching planet Chikyuu. There is currently 01 hours, 01 minutes and 56 seconds left until we reach our destination," the voice told Kakarot.

"Buruma. Buruma you baka wake up!" Kakarot snapped at his sister through the scouter.

"Settle down, psycho! Man," came Buruma's voice in Kakarot's ear.

"Whatever. We're arriving in an hour," he told her.

"Oh and like I couldn't figure that out for myself?" she retorted. (A couple of one-year-olds squabbling with the ability of human adults?)

"Who needs to settle now, aye?"

"Oh just shut it, Kakarot. I was sleeping and so when we arrive would you wake me up? Thank you."

'Baka brother,' she thought to herself.

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(Vegeta is now two-and-a-half-years-old which is five human years)

Vegeta and Nappa were sparring in the Prince's training room. As much as Nappa hated to admit it, the 2-½ year old prince was stronger than a Royal Elite! Unbeknownst to Nappa, however, the Prince was training tirelessly, even when he wasn't using Nappa as a sparring partner. His soul intention was to become stronger than his father, though he was still far from it.

"Nappa! Prince Vegeta! The King requests your presence in the throne room at once!" came the voice of another warrior. The two fighters turned around to see a tall, spiky haired Saiyan.

"Whatever, tell him we'll be there when we feel like it," Vegeta replied.

"The King insists you come now, he says it's very important!"

"I don't care what that asshole wants! If it's that important, he can come and see me!" and Vegeta continued training. The messenger Saiyan turned, to go and give the King his son's message, but was stopped when the King himself walked into him, bowling the taller man over.

"VEGETA! NEVER, EVER, EVER SPEAK TO OR ABOUT ME LIKE THAT! EVER! YOU WILL RECEIVE THE BEATING OF YOU LIFE FOR THIS, BOY!" K. Vegeta roared. Vegeta cowered as his father's rage broke over him. "Nappa, Lagera, get out. I need to teach my son a lesson about defying the King." The other two Saiyans left without a work.

K.Vegeta walked over to his son and sent him flying into the wall with a ki blast. Vegeta fell to the ground in a crumpled heap, but managed to pull himself up, his face quite full of hatred for the man in front of him. K.Vegeta flew at the boy, and smashed him to the ground, punching him repeatedly in the head. Blood ran down the right side of Vegeta's head, but he ushered no moan of pain or cry to stop.

Enraged by his son's stubbornness not to cry or beg for mercy, the King picked up the battered boy and drop kicked him to the other side of the training room. He appeared right above Vegeta as he was in mid air, and locked his hands together, then slammed them down in the middle of Vegeta's spine, hearing a satisfying crack, as the limp body fell to the floor.

Vegeta was now bleeding profusely from most parts of his body, his spine was in hundreds of pieces and his left arm was waving pointlessly, all thirty-three bones it contained, shattered. And still, no beg for mercy, no cry of pain, and no tears.

So King Vegeta, as a last resort lunged at the broken body of his son, and closed his hand around the soft furry appendage.

Prince Vegeta's eyes were suddenly as wide as saucers. He felt his father's hand grasp his tail, and felt the immense pain of the pressure placed on the tail. It was ten times that of which he was feeling in the rest of his body. Somebody might as well of smashed open his skull and driven their hand right down his body for all the pain he was experiencing.

Vegeta fell to the ground, writhing, but his father still held tightly onto the tail. Vegeta was shaking, as though he was having seizures. The looks of pain on his two-and-a-half-year-old face could only be rivalled by the look of triumph on his father's.

Deciding his son had learned his lesson; K.Vegeta loosened his hold on the tail. But there was still one thing he wanted. He wanted to hear Vegeta scream out for mercy, he wanted to make him cry. And so, he placed his other hand on the tail about two inches away from his other hand, placed his thumbs on the underside of the tail. And pushed. There was sickening crack, as the bone in Vegeta's tail snapped in two.

"Aaaaaaah," Vegeta screamed so loudly and deeply that his vocal cords shattered. Tears began to roll down his face, as the pain coursed through his body, and Vegeta continued to scream.

King Vegeta grinned with pleasure. He dropped his sons tail to the floor and Vegeta, thinking it was over, began to shudder uncontrollably. But King Vegeta wasn't through yet. He lifted his right leg and placed the toe of his boot delicately on Vegeta's tail. The Saiyan Prince froze.

"Never, Vegeta. Never disobey me that way. You have seen what I can do and I will be able to accomplish much more if you ever defy me," K.Vegeta whispered in a voice of deadly calm. Then, without warning, he stomped his foot down heavily on the broken piece of brown appendage lying on the ground. Vegeta screamed out in pain again as the King rotated his foot on Vegeta's tail, mushing and grinding the bone underneath his foot into nothing.

And Vegeta passed out.

"Nappa! Take this sorry pathetic, weakling child to the tanks." Nappa hurried forward, shocked at what the King had just done to his own flesh and blood. He picked up the destroyed body of his Prince, and flew full tilt to the Medical centre.

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Next Chapter: Buruma and Kakarot have some fun with the Chikyuu Natives and King Vegeta strikes a deal with Freiza.

Author's Note: Ok guys, sorry bout the Vegeta bashing, but it just seemed to fit so right with the plot. I really love Vegeta, he's my favourite character and I feel so mean writing that. But I just had to get a way for Vegeta to absolutely despise his father and that seemed so right. Anyway, I'm starting a new fic when I've finished writing/posting this. It's in high school, and it's based on my life experiences at high school. with a bit of a twist. It's a B/V get together (of course) and there is no such thing as a Saiyan in it, OK? I'll post the name of it with the next chapter, or you could just look it up by clicking on my name. Until next time.

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