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Chapter 3

"Slow down, you're going to choke and then Nappa will blame me," Raditz ordered. Vegeta was eating unusually fast today. "What? Are you eager to start training or something?" Vegeta just shook his head and kept eating. Vegeta and Raditz were some of the few on base who were awake so early. Even Nappa was still in bed, so Raditz had the responsibility of keeping Vegeta from doing anything life-threateningly stupid. Not that doing such was so hard, but today seemed to be a bit different. Today, the Ginyu force, all five of them fully recovered and escorted by Frieza were walking about the cafeteria, analyzing, and interviewing young boys that they found awake. Raditz glanced at them from across the way, observing as they mercilessly cornered a large but terrified teenager. He wished that Vegeta would finish soon so that they could leave.

Unfortunately, the prince finished just as they were arriving and the boy stared up at the group with a type of naïve arrogance.

"Aww, nothing here either. It's just a low class saiyan brat," a large blue fellow stated as he set his scouter on Raditz."

"Not him, fools, check this little one's power level. He has my personal recommendation," Frieza said coldly. The leader, some lavender horned dude, doubtfully checked Vegeta's power level and laughed in a pleased manner.

"Yes, he'll do nicely. What's your name little fella?"

"I am Vegeta, Prince of the Saiyans."

"Aren't you kind of young to be one of Frieza's men? Not that I'm questioning you, Lord Frieza."

"Yes, I am."

"Well, how would you like to spend the week with the Ginyu Force? I bet it'd be a dream come true, huh?"

"You don't want him", Raditz interrupted as he finally realized what was going on.

"And why not? How do we know that you're not just jealous of your friend?"

"Vegeta's too little. He still wets the bed and he cries when he doesn't get his way."

"Shut up, Raditz, I don't do any of that!" Vegeta growled menacingly at the older saiyan. Raditz kicked Vegeta under the table, hoping to make him play along. However, Vegeta didn't take it that way and in seconds he had Raditz pinned to the floor and was beating the snot out of him.

It was about that time that Frieza intervened. He wrapped his tail around Vegeta's middle and held him in the air for the Ginyus to look over. The creepy changeling held a self-satisfied smirk on his face as he watched group analyze the young saiyan.

"How cute, what a little tiger! I bet you'll do just fine as an honorary Junior Ginyu," The leader stated.

"Yeah, but I don't wanna…oof!" Vegeta cut off as Frieza dropped him on the floor.

"Now, you'll be a good boy for my Ginyus won't you, Vegeta? You don't want to have a time-out like Zarbon suggested do you?" Isolation was sometimes referred to as "time-out" as another one of the many ways that Vegeta was mocked. It was also the most popular punishment when it came to a certain Saiyan Prince. At first, they would just beat him until he was no longer breathing when he was bad, but after being revived his power level would skyrocket. Seeing that this wasn't an effective punishment, isolation was the next choice at Zarbon's insistence. The first time that this was done, Zarbon had wanted to leave him with the dead body of his father. However, Frieza, who knew much more about the methods of torture available, understood that this too would be ineffective. Instead of frightening the child, it would infuriate him. No, Vegeta's pride needed to be destroyed first. Therefore, isolation with no food except for the rats that he could kill and no toilet so he would have to piss on the floor like an animal was the best punishment. These "time-outs" could last for days or even weeks, there were enough rats to last that long for sure. However, he wasn't always alone in isolation. Occasionally someone would visit and heap verbal abuse on the little prisoner. Frieza even smiled as he thought of the last thing he said when he saw Vegeta in isolation, "Stop eating the rats, they have more to live for than you do". Consequently, you can understand why this immediately got the message through to Vegeta. This monster expected him to pretend to like this bunch of losers. Frieza had to be kidding!

Just then, a little green man joined the group with an armful of food.

"God! The food here is awful!" He complained.

"Then why do you eat it? Aren't you supposed to be on a diet anyway?" The orange and amazingly pretty man replied. It was about then that Vegeta made eye contact with the fat green booger, and a feeling like lightning shot from his heart to his entire body. This feeling was an intense and unbridled rage.

"I see you. You're the man who stole my lunch the other day. There are certain things that you just don't do to a saiyan and stealing food happens to be one of them. Oh, you will pay," Vegeta muttered too quietly for anyone else to hear. Then with a kind of cheerfulness that he never expressed unless he was hurting someone he didn't like, Vegeta cried delightedly, "Wow! I've always looked up to you guys and now we get to hang out for a whole week! How wonderful!"

Raditz, who'd just regained consciousness, promptly fainted again. Frieza only smiled.

"See, what did I tell you. These kids adore you; Vegeta was just a little shy to start off with."

"Well then, it's settled. You'll be our honorary Junior Ginyu. Come on kid, we've got to show you the ropes." The lavender Ginyu led the way out of the cafeteria and Vegeta hurried after them. He would play Frieza's little game, but only because it would give him plenty of time to get his revenge.

Author's note: There you go! You wanted a plot, now you have one! As you can see, it takes a while for me to get rolling. Please Review and thanks a bunch for your time!