Author's Note: This story was inspired by looking up adorable pics of Chibi Vegeta and watching the episode The End of Vegeta. This story follows the early life of Vegeta and how Frieza came to dominate it. Please read and review!
"He Made Me What I Am"
Frieza was in a meeting with King Vegeta along with Zarbon and Doodoria when he suddenly noticed something enter the room.
"Excuse me, King Vegeta, but what is that?"
"What is what, Lord Frieza?"
"That small fluffy thing behind your leg?"
"Fluffy what?" King Vegeta was so confused he simply had to look. He peered down into the large dark eyes of his infant son.
"Ba?" the little boy said.
"Oh, this is my son Prince Vegeta," the King said lifting Vegeta off the ground so Frieza could get a better look.
Frieza didn't think he had seen anything so small before. The child was tiny with a round face and large tufts of dark brown hair. He was clothed in a dark blue material and wore little white baby booties on his feet. A fluffy brown tail swished around lazily before wrapping itself around his father's arm, and the most endearing feature of all, those big, dark, impenetrable Saiyan eyes regarded Frieza.
Frieza had only one way to describe this Prince of Saiyans – he was sooo kawaii!
"I'm sorry for the interuption Frieza, Vegeta must have escaped his crib again, I'll have someone come to retrieve him."
"Oh no, King Vegeta, it really is no problem at all! The child can stay," said Frieza hastily, quite content to watch the gorgeous little creature.
Zarbon and Doodoria exchanged glances as Frieza's eyes became glazed with enrapture.
Throughout the rest of the meeting, Frieza was completely distracted by the antics of the willful child.
"Bah," Vegeta said as halfway through an important sentence, the little prince attempted to separate his father's lips from his face.
"Vegeta, would you stop that!" growled the Saiyan King.
In reply Vegeta screwed up his face and Frieza couldn't help but snicker behind a finger as Vegeta frustratedly tugged on his father's cheek and hair, with painful results.
"Really Vegeta-Chan, this is quite unbecoming of a Saiyan Prince," remarked Frieza, drawing the child's attention away from his father and rescuing the poor long suffering King.
"If I may?" Frieza offered, holding out his arms, absolutely dying for a chance to hold the powerful baby fluffball.
"Well if you want. But don't say I didn't warn you because Vegeta is as bratty a child as they come. Ambitious, stubborn and completely temperamental already. He will surely become a great warrior one day."
"I see, so obvious, the model Saiyan," Frieza said, taking the child into his arms.
Vegeta did not fuss but stared into Frieza's eyes in a way that even made the warlord feel uncomfortable. Without warning a pudgy finger shot up and poked Frieza straight in the eye!
"Ow! Why you little!" Frieza growled.
Immediately Vegeta's little mouth opened and out bubbled a series of babyish giggles.
"I apologise for my son's behaviour Lord Frieza, allow me to take him back!" King Vegeta said hastily.
Vegeta and Frieza both began to protest.
"No no, it's quite alright, the child was just merely testing his abilities. No harm done."
"Ouch, darn punk kid…" Frieza winced on the inside.
Vegeta went stone faced again. That is, until he slapped Frieza hard in the face.
"Arg!" Frieza recoiled.
Vegeta's face lit up once more and began laughing and clapping his hands and Frieza couldn't help but excuse him.
"Apparently he enjoys inflicting pain on others," Frieza commented.
Vegeta, still laughing, once again tried to swat Frieza's face, leaving a second small red hand print. Frieza held Vegeta at bay and quickly the boy began grouchy when he could no longer reach the Icejins face to hit him.
"Now now boy, you really must control your temper!" Frieza reprimanded lightly as the boy began to shout angrily in baby language.
"No, shhhh…" said Frieza attempting to placate the child and rocked him and bounced him up and down but Vegeta's screaming only intensified.
Eventually King Vegeta came to the rescue.
"Frieza, allow me to take Prince Vegeta back, he has obviously become over tired."
"Sure, have him," Frieza said thankfully, handing the little prince back.
As Frieza rubbed his cheek, amazed at still feeling a residual sting, he watched as Vegeta was quietened by his father. King Vegeta began to gently caress the boy's little fluffy tail causing the saiyan prince to yawn and his eyes to droop.
Instantly, all ill feelings for the agro babe left as Frieza's heart melted for the heart warming sight.
The little prince snuggled into his father's chest and was the very image of peace and harmony as he fell into sleep.
"He is precious…A rare jewel among the Monkey race…"Frieza thought to himself regarding the two royals, the King and his only son and heir.
"King Vegeta's pride and joy… I will have him…" It was then that Frieza conspired that one way or another, Prince Vegeta would belong to him.