Author's Note: Well I am so so so so so so so so so so so so sorry but I sent an email out to everyone on my update list asking for help and inspirations and none of you replied so don't yell at me, blame yourselves. Anyway I haven't worked on this fic for ages and I just realised I forgot what I was going to make happen so  bear with me and if some things don't fit don't worry about it it's just my memory failing me yet again as it does with all my fics.

Now I know this timeline and these events don't coincide with what is shown in Bardock: Father of Goku but this is an A/U so…… deal with it.

Chapter 8: Discovery………..

19 year old Vegeta strode down the corridor, angrily blasting anyone who got in his way. He had now been on Frieza's ship and in the service of the perverse tyrant for 8 years. During this time he had suffered much degrading by Frieza including things Vegeta never wanted anyone to find out about. He loathed the monster, the tyrant twisted him for his own sick pleasure and no matter how much Vegeta tried and struggled during these 'episodes' Freiza never relented. And Vegeta knew he wasn't strong enough to beat him. Speaking of the strength the Saiyans were slowly becoming Freiza's best soldiers and were about to enter his service for good. Vegeta knew this meant he would soon return to his planet. As much as he desperately wanted to see his home planet again, he dreaded returning without his tail. He knew the laws of the country. He would be exiled, driven away by his own people. Maybe he would end up staying on Freiza's ship. The thought made him run cold with dread.

But right now he had more pressing matters to deal with. Lord Frieza had requested his presence immediately in the lizard's private chambers. Vegeta swallowed hard, knowing what to expect. The same thing he always got when he was requested at Freiza's private chambers. A severe beating so that he was weak enough to be turned into Freiza's perverse little toy. Vegeta felt sick to the stomach and almost vomited every time he thought about it. He tried to keep those thoughts out of his mind but every time he let his guard down it all came flooding back to him. The touch of the sick creature's skin against his own, the shame of not being able to defend his honour, the feeling of dirtiness that he always felt after these encounters. And the pain. The horribly intense pain while it was happening. The first few times it had been too much and he had broken down, crying in disgust and pain. But not now, 14 years on since it had started……………..

Vegeta felt bile rising in his throat as he entered the chambers of the creature who had caused him nothing but shame, agony and incredible pain over the last few years. He had been a prince, of a race held in reverence by many in the galaxy, his future looking bright, he had been destined to become the Legendary. But not anymore. Now Tail-less, he could never return to that life. He shuddered to think that he would have to spend the rest of his life here on the ship as that monster's toy. No. That would never happen. He would not stay on this ship so long as he had life left in his body.

"Lord Freiza," Vegeta regarded as he sunk to one knee and bowed his head, not being able to mask the loathing and disgust in his voice. The lizard smiled.

"Vegeta, my favourite monkey toy." Vegeta ground his teeth together, clenching and unclenching his fists.

"You requested my presence my lord?"

"Rise, Vegeta. Yes I requested your presence. I have a rather grievous piece of news to inform you of. It seems that you monkeys were becoming too strong and quickly passing my best elites. It therefore grieves me to inform you that I had to dispose of your planet and all those who existed upon it." Freiza gave a maniacal laugh. Vegeta stood there in shock, his eyes wide.

"No," he whispered, taking a shocked step backwards. "No," he said again. Freiza threw his head back and his cold laughter echoed throughout the room.

"What's the matter Vegeta? It's not like you ever could have returned to your planet." Vegeta shook his head. This couldn't be happening. His people…….. his planet………… his father. Not that he really cared his father was dead it was just that he had wanted to be the one to kill him. "As of now you are the only surviving Saiyan. Though," Freiza smirked as his eyes wandered to where Vegeta's tail had once been, "you hardly count as that anymore."

Vegeta clenched his fists in rage.

"You monster," he growled. Freiza laughed.

"Oh come now Vegeta, you seem tense. Let me help you relax." Vegeta's anger disappeared at once and was replaced immediately by fear.

"No Lord Freiza please I-I beg of you," Vegeta pleaded. Freiza laughed louder still and ignored Vegeta's pleas. He stood from his throne and walked over to where the young prince stood.

"It's play time Vegeta," Freiza smirked. Vegeta growled.

"NO!" he yelled, throwing his ki engulfed fist into Freiza's stomach. The lizard laughed harder still as Vegeta's fist connected with him, not causing any damage at all.

"My turn," he smirked. He threw Vegeta into a wall. Vegeta didn't make a sound as his body impacted the solid wall so hard it caused some of his bones to smash. He fell to the ground, bloodied and pained. But still the young prince got up again. "Oh this is fun," Freiza laughed. He threw another ki ball, this one grazed Vegeta's shoulder, burning his armour and going right into his flesh. Vegeta collapsed in pain but still uttered no cry. Prince Vegeta had to literally drag himself up and was only just standing again when he was thrown down by Freiza's fist impacting his stomach and smashing several ribs. Vegeta could no longer stand and so lay on the ground white hot pain coursing through every part of his body. He felt Freiza's presence as the pink and white lizard stood above him. "That didn't last very long," Freiza smirked, his feminine voice making Vegeta want to hurl. Or maybe that was the blood that was now seeping into one of his lungs, punctured by a broken rib. "Oh well at least I get my enjoyment now." Freiza leant down, picked Vegeta up and stripped of his clothes.

And as the same thing invasion of his body and mind that had happened many times in the last 14 years took place one thought coursed through Vegeta's head as he writhed in silent pain.

'Father. How could you do this to me?'

"Kaaaaaaaameeeeeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaaaaaameeeeeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Goku yelled throwing his hands forward. Bulma groaned as the huge blue ball flew at her.

'Oh shit,´ she thought, as she was knocked into unconsciousness.

"Bulma? Bulma wake up!" Bulma groaned and opened her eyes, staring at Goku.

"What happened," she groaned as she tried to sit up.

"I er blasted you with a kamehameha wave," Goku admitted. Bulma groaned again.

"Goku you know not to use kamehameha waves before school." Bulma's eyes widened. "School! Argh I totally forgot! Hurry up Goku it's nearly eight o'clock!" Goku frowned as Bulma rushed into the house.

"But school doesn't start for three quarters of an hour," he mumbled, following his sister inside.

Bulma and Goku burst into their period 1 class fifteen minutes late.

"I can't believe you took that long to eat breakfast, Goku," Bulma growled as they took seats at the back of the class, without bothering to explain their lateness. Goku grinned sheepishly as he pulled out his Social Studies book. Bulma shook her sleek blue hair and laughed.

Both of them had changed drastically in the past 16 years. At aged 17 both of them had become stunningly good looking teenagers. Bulma stood at a rather short 5'5" with a curvy frame, not large but not too skinny either. She probably would have been were it not for her incredibly large muscles (for a female), which gave her a healthy shape. Her odd blue hair was dead straight, reaching down to her shoulders and layered upwards. The straightness was only due to copious amounts of chemicals that stopped her hair looking almost identical to Goku's. Bulma never wore makeup either. She was incredibly lucky in that she possessed a natural beauty that was rare among humans (and even more so among Saiyans). Bulma had had her tail removed years ago so that now all that remained where the appendage had once been attached was a tender circular scar.

Goku was also incredibly good looking. At a staggering 6'5" he was a whole foot taller than his sister. And with hair the stuck out in all directions and defied the laws of gravity, it added another foot or so to his height. Goku was constantly the centre of female attention, possessing a stunningly handsome face and a body to die for. He too, had had his tail removed at a younger age.

Bulma and Goku were both aware of their Saiyan heritage, and some of their race's traits made themselves apparent when emotions ran high. Bulma had a lethal tongue on her and a temper that snapped quicker than anyone could believe. She was also very inclined to proving she was right.

Goku was also quite dark in his persona. While he outwardly appeared to be happy-go-lucky, Goku was a whole lot deeper than most people thought. Bulma was one of the few people who knew the real him.

And both of them had an incredible lust for battle. They spent their spare time in the gravity chamber their father had built, sparring. Goku was miles stronger than Bulma, being a male and whatnot. In fact his power level was nearly quadruple Bulma's but her brother always went a bit easy on her.

Apart from what they knew about their heritage (which no one else except for their parents knew), and their training, the two of them led normal, human teenage lives. They were top students at Orange Star High School and popular within the general school. Neither one of them had any idea that only too soon they would soon discover more about their past and heritage than they had ever thought possible.

Vegeta growled as he threw his armour into the corner of the bathroom and stepped into the shower. The hot water ran down his body and Vegeta ever so slightly relaxed as he stood there. He ran his hand up one of his arms and sighed. Numerous scars covered his limbs and particularly his chest. As he stood there, mulling his life over he thought about what Freiza had informed him of less than a week ago, and the events that had followed………… Vegeta shuddered and felt the familiar dirty feeling he did for weeks after his 'encounters' with Freiza.

Suddenly Zarbon's voice crackled through the intercom.

"Monkey, Freiza wants to see you now."

Vegeta's blood ran cold.

"In the tech wing." Vegeta relaxed hugely when he realised Freiza wanted to see him in the tech wing. He sighed a breath of relief and stepped out of the shower. He went over to his wardrobe and pulled out a clean set of armour.

"Are you sure?" Freiza asked the short scientist in front of him in a voice of threatening.

"Y-Y-Yes sir. Absolutely sir." Freiza smirked as he looked at the computer screen.

"Well, well, well who would've thought. Where are they?" Freiza snapped. The scientist, still shaking, started to speak again.

"T-t-t-two of them are on a p-p-planet called Earth my lord. The other is yet to be located."

Suddenly the door of the tech wing burst open and the Saiyan Prince strode in. He took a knee before his Lord and then rose again.

"You requested my presence?" Vegeta said with a tone of fake sincerity.

"Yes I did monkey prince. It appears that you are not alone." A look of confusion crossed Vegeta's face.

"I'm afraid I don't understand My Lord."

"This scientist here has discovered that three Saiyans still survive, a female and two males." Vegeta's eyes widened in shock. There were some Saiyans alive? But how?

"Vegeta I have a request to make of you," Freiza said in his twisted feminine voice.

"What would you have me do, my Lord?" Vegeta didn't even try and guess what Freiza was going to have him do.

"Two of these Saiyans are on Planet Earth. I want  you to go to that planet and bring them back here. If you do this for me, you may find that your little 'encounters' with me in my private chambers," Vegeta swallowed the bile that was rising in his throat at the memory of the encounters, "will become less frequent if you bring the male back and nonexistent if you bring the female………" Vegeta couldn't believe it. This monster was giving him a chance to be free from his perverted interests for the rest of his like. It was the closest to a dream come true that could occur on that ship. He'd bring those Saiyans back if it nearly killed him.

"As you wish My Lord. When do I leave?" Freiza smirked.

"Tonight. But before you leave you will be so kind as to accompany me to my private chambers. I have something to give you before you live, just so you are reminded what is at stake." Vegeta became panicky and beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He sank quickly to one knee and bowed his head. But he was past begging now. He had accepted his fate and had now been offered a chance to change it. He was not going to screw it up. So putting his mental wall up to protect his mind from the mental invasions that came during his times with Freiza, he nodded.

"Very well my Lord. As you wish," he said in an emotionless voice that didn't portray the sick and horrible feelings in his stomach.

Freiza smirked.

"Excellent. Follow me, Vegeta."

And as Vegeta followed the tyrant out of the tech wing the only thing that kept him sane was the thought that it would all soon be over.

And somewhere on a distant planet of humans (not Earth), forgotten many years ago, the Saiyan warrior named Radditz gripped his wife's hand as she gave birth to his first son. The warrior smiled as the baby's cries filled the room and thanked the Lord that he had survived the purge of Arita.

Next Chapter: Vegeta on a mission…………. And we uncover how exactly Radditz is still alive.

Author's Note: A thousand profuse apologies for the delay in updating but I've finished two of my stories now so I'll be able to dedicate myself to this one. The next update should be within a month.

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