Chibi Vegeta – The Kawaii-ness continues but becomes darker...

It wasn't long before the headstrong babe was walking. At only 7 months old Vegeta trotted into yet another one of the meetings held between Frieza and King Vegeta. This had been happening more regularly since the introduction of Vegeta to Frieza. Since becoming aware that the King had a powerful son, his plans for the Saiyan race as a whole had changed drastically.

Frieza's eyes once again settled on the tiny tot who had strolled into the room like he owned the place and tugged on his father's leg in silent request to be lifted into his father's lap.

"When did he start doing that?" Frieza questioned loudly.

"Walking do you mean? Why only last night," replied the King proudly. "Apparently last night he just decided to get up and just start walking. 50 steps in total before he seemed to get over it and just sit down again."

"Just last night! You must be joking! How old is he?" exclaimed Frieza.

"7 months," King Vegeta replied, reaching down to fondly ruffle his sons hair which his son ducked and dived to avoid, batting his father's hands away.

"But that's incredible!" Frieza was astounded, he just couldn't believe it. 7 months, 50 steps before he just decided to stop walking?

"Incredible perhaps, but not for my son. He just keeps pushing boundaries everyday."

"Oh really…" Frieza said, looking hard at the child he was shocked when Vegeta suddenly looked back at him, narrowing his eyes in defiance. Frieza bristled. 'What was up with this kid? Why did he always fix Frieza with that fierce gaze? Was he somehow aware of his plans?

All of a sudden the child broke into a beaming smile and jumped off his father's lap, trotting confidently towards Frieza and tugging on his leg asking to be let up.

Frieza's eyes widened as he uncertainly scooped up the babe and plonked him on his knee. This child, this Prince of Saiyans was walking already, how long would it take before he could fly, fight and use energy attacks. Secretly the thought frightened Frieza. These Saiyans just kept getting stronger and stronger. There was no doubt in his mind that very soon this boy would even challenge his own father in power. And then after that…just how strong do these Saiyans get?

Frieza's attention was pulled back to Vegeta as he began to make strange gurgling sounds while playing with his own tail and looking up at Frieza with those huge and damnably cute black eyes.

"He truly is a marvel. I shall look forward to seeing how he comes to progress in time."

Time passed in this way for a further year. In this time Vegeta was now talking at a level close to adult speech at just two years old. Thanks to his sharp mind and being raised in court as a Saiyan of regal breeding, everyone on Planet Vegeta and among Frieza's recruits were aware of the gifted Saiyan Prince Vegeta. Everyone also was equally aware of the how high in Lord Frieza's esteems this boy was. He had become practically an uncle to the boy.

Often Vegeta and Frieza would spend the day alone, Frieza regaling Vegeta about all the battles and conquests he'd won, a subject which captivated the young Saiyan Prince. Nothing could slake Vegeta's love of stories of battle and war. This was also something Frieza encouraged promising to take Vegeta along with him to conquer a planet of his choosing when he was old enough to take part.

For Vegeta's third birthday Frieza arranged a slave tournement to be held in Prince Vegeta's honor. Gladitorial in style, slaves captured by the Saiyans and Frieza from conquered planets where pushed into an arena to fight to the death with other slaves and hideous monsters. For this time only, the fighters were asked to pay their respects only to the Prince instead of the King and the Emperor Frieza.

"We who are about to die, salute you Prince Vegeta and wish that he has a very happy birthday and has many more to come," the slaves repeated each time apon entering the arena. Often they would choke and break down at the end of the speech earning cold and disgusted looks from the 3 year old prince. But, if they held their composure, Vegeta would incline his head to them in recognition and wish them luck.

"Ooo how exciting, I can hardly wait!" Frieza cheered excitedly, "Have you ever attended one of these shows before my darling?" Frieza asked.

"No, this is my first. Thank you Lord Frieza I can hardly wait!" Vegeta grinned, his eyes shinning with excitement and something else…feral bloodlust.

"This will be interesting," Frieza whispered under his breath. Frieza knew that Vegeta loved tales of carnage and destruction, but how would he cope when seeing the real thing. This was a real test of his worth to Frieza. If he cowered and flinched at the atrocities commited before him in his name, then he was a lost cause… but if he didn't… then, Frieza would be glad to have him.

At the first slaughter of the day, Vegeta stared wide eyed his expression of surprise but other than that indiscernible. Slowly, as Frieza studied him, he saw a smirk travel onto Vegeta's face. It looked hideous on such a young and beautiful face but seemed so natural that he'd been smirking all his life. Thus Frieza was the first witness to the infamous smirk that Vegeta would wear for a lot of his adult life.

The smirk was followed by a contemptuous laugh. "Weaklings…" he said as he became absorbed in the show of killing.

Frieza smirked to himself. Yes, Vegeta was a fine young lad.

As evening fell over Planet Vegeta and the tournement ended Frieza asked Vegeta if he had enjoyed the day.

"I loved it Lord Frieza, thank you very much! Did you see the way that giant scorpion sliced off that pathetic weaklings head? Ooh, that was the best part… and I love the part when"

And so it continued, Vegeta treating Frieza to what he believed were the best part of the show, and Frieza couldn't agree more.