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but I promise the next one'll be long. Please R&R!
Chapter One: Lost Hope
I smirked as the metal of the training droid crumbled beneath my fist. I withdrew it and crossed my arms, glancing around the now trashed training room. It was still white with the cameras in the appropriate places, but the floor was littered with metal pieces.
I was given ten practice droids to fight with. Demolished those in five minutes flat. My trainer, Commander Anámir, watched me from the side. His arms were crossed and there was no expression on his face, but his black eyes were sparkling with amazement.
I couldn't help it I smirked. Shows you to never underestimate the power of the Prince of all Saiyans! I'm an Elite, commander. I may be only five, but I'm powerful. One day I will be the strongest, just you watch.
"Good job, your highness," Anámir said, his tail flicking wildly behind him. He moved from the wall to beside me. "I'll get some more droids sent in immediately. Practice your form for now."
Anámir turned to leave, but I stopped him. "Wait, I want to fight with you. I don't need some stinking droid that I'll beat in two seconds. I want some real action."
The commander turned and looked at me, a smirk tugging at his lips. "If you wish, your highness. I am to deny you nothing."
I smirked and crouched down. "Good. Then don't deny me a good fight." Anámir clenched his fists and bent down as well just as a voice boomed out in the room.
"Commander Anámir, report immediately to the throne room with the prince." I stood up, hands clenched and anger radiating along my body. Who did this person think he was? No one interrupts my fighting time and lives to tell about it.
"Let us go, your highness. I feel the King wants to meet with you." Oh well, he would have to wait for later.
I managed a smirk as I followed Anámir out of the training room. Beating on a live one would be better. Anámir would give me a good fight, and would allow me to hit him but it wouldn't be fun. Fun would be torturing a person. Yes, that would be fun.
Anámir came to the huge, stone doors and pushed them open revealing a large room with pillars stretching far into the sky. A red carpet, flanked by guards, was stretched along the length of the room leading up to a throne seated on a pedestal. Anámir growled and I looked to him then to where his eyes were.
They were on my father, standing beside the throne. Beside the throne? Yes, something else dared to sit in the king's throne!
Before I could react, Anámir was pushing me behind the doors and striding down the carpet towards my father. Who did he think he was? I was about to step out when I heard Anámir's voice flash through my head.
"Don't move, your highness! Please, for once, just listen to me. I will call you when you may come."
Something told me to stay. Honestly, I was curious to go out there, but I felt like staying. I was the prince and I could do whatever I felt like.
Since I was so far away I had to strain my ears to hear what was being said. First, Anámir had taken my father aside.
"What's he doing here? And why was I to bring the prince up?"
My father sighed. "He's come for him." I was a little shocked, to say the least. My father's voice sounded broken, full of pain. He never let anyone see him in pain. Pain was emotion and emotion was weakness and he hated weakness.
I heard Anámir's angry growl from all the way back here. What had him so angry?
"Then we will fight. We won't let that beast take him."
"I'm sorry, Anámir, but we have to."
"Come now boys, no secrets here." This voice was different. I peered out from behind the door to see the thing that was in my father's throne now beside my father and Anámir. It was small, about four feet with a long, waving tail and had purple and white skin. I immediately knew what it, or he, was. He was Frieza.
My father had made a deal with him about two years before and decided to work with him. My father sent ships to purge planets for Frieza then Frieza sold them, splitting the profits down the middle. What was he doing here?
"Sorry, Lord Frieza," Anámir said through clenched teeth. "I just wanted to talk to my king privately about his son." Me? What did he want with me?
A smile came to Frieza's face. "Yes," he whispered low enough so I could barely hear him. "Where is the boy, Vegeta? I don't have all day."
My father lowered his head. "Yes, Lord Frieza. Anámir, go and fetch the prince." What? What was going on here? Why was my father acting so...weak?
Anámir turned his back to Frieza and leaned down to my father. "If you won't protect the prince then I will."
I withdrew my head and returned to my position behind the door when I spotted Anámir coming towards me. I felt my breath quicken and my heart pounding. What was he talking about? What was going on? I shouldn't be this paranoid!
Clenching my fists, I forced myself to push these emotions behind me. Emotions weakened the body, the mind. They were useless.
Anámir came behind the door face grim. He kneeled in front of me and, in a rare show of affection, placed his hands on my shoulders. If I hadn't been so shocked I would have moved away.
"Look, Prince Vegeta, that monster in there..." His voice broke off and he rose up, face cold. "Run, your highness. Run and don't look back."
I stared numbly at the commander of the Saiyan army. What was going on here? Everything was upside down!
He growled and pushed me away. I was so unprepared for the attack I fell to the floor. "Get up and run. NOW!"
I growled and rose up, but I didn't run. I stared at him, glaring him in the eye. Sometimes I wonder if things would have been different if I had run, if I hadn't been so stubborn and had listened. Probably nothing would have changed so I have given up wondering.
Instead of making the smart move, I, stubbornly, walked into the throne room head held high. Everyone turned to look at me, my father looked blankly at me, lifeless, while Frieza grinned in victory.
"Welcome, Prince Vegeta," he said, walking towards me, hands behind his back.
Anámir walked in the throne room seconds later, growling. He walked to my side and face Frieza, face blank. "Here he is, Lord Frieza. You're payment." He hissed the last part, which made me look at him. Then I flicked my gaze back to Frieza when Anámir didn't look to me.
Frieza was smiling insanely. "Yes, he will do. You have a great son, Vegeta. A lot of potential," he mused. My father merely nodded.
"Zarbon, Dodoria, take him to the ship." From the shadows beside the throne came two beings. One was huge with green skin and long, green hair. The other was short and round with pink skin and odd horns sticking from his forehead.
Anámir was pushed aside by the one with green hair; he went without a fight.
The pink one grabbed my arm and dragged me down the carpet. It took me a few seconds before I knew what was happening. Then I was pissed. So, I kicked him in his jaw.
The pink blob went flying back and I landed on the balls of my feet, all muscles ready to pounce.
I whirled around when I heard clapping. "Well done, Vegeta. Now try Zarbon." The green haired being flew at me the instant Frieza said his name.
His fist flew into my jaw like lightning and pain exploded in the bone as heat seared my flesh. I rammed into another thing that felt like a wall. My head rolled around and my eyes became blurry. I went to move, but something closed around my arms and I was lifted off the ground.
I struggled, trying to see straight. Everything was painful, swirling, hurting. I winced again and finally opened my eyes able to see straight.
Before me stood Frieza, Zarbon beside him. Frieza smirked and motioned for whoever was holding me (I assumed it was Dodoria) to loosen his grip.
I gasped in the air. It hurt to feel so much in my lungs. I didn't realize how much that really hurt until afterwards, but pain is always like that.
"You didn't put up that great a fight. I'm disappointed, Vegeta." He wasn't talking to me. He was talking to my father; it was a certain tone that said I wasn't trained properly. I burned with anger, but I was too delirious to do anything about it. My whole body was numb save for my ribs and lungs. They were smoldering with pain.
"Dodoria, Zarbon, show the young prince to the ship. Put him in a cell." Zarbon smirked and nodded as Frieza walked up to me. I managed a growl, but he just smirked.
"Welcome to your new home, Prince Vegeta." Dodoria began walking away and I heard Frieza's evil laughs echoing in my ears. I tried to kick, tried to break free. The last thing I remember before I passed out was myself muttering, "Father! Father, help me!"
I don't know how loud I was or how long I cried it, but all I know was I wanted someone to come and save me and I waited. I don't know how long I waited. I know it was long. I spent many lonely nights in that prison wondering if anyone was going to come to save me.
I vaguely remember the night I saw my whole life blowing up with my planet, my father. I can't remember how long I still hoped that someone would come and take me out of that hellhole, I don't know how many nights I wished I had listened to Anámir and just run away.
All I know is I stopped wishing long ago.
There it is: chapter one! Hope you guys liked. I'll try to get the next one up soon. I'm not going to have that much time this week considering I got a project for history due on Wednesday (French Revolution – yay!) rolls eyes. Well, I'm off. Until next time - Nike
Chapter One: Lost Hope
I smirked as the metal of the training droid crumbled beneath my fist. I withdrew it and crossed my arms, glancing around the now trashed training room. It was still white with the cameras in the appropriate places, but the floor was littered with metal pieces.
I was given ten practice droids to fight with. Demolished those in five minutes flat. My trainer, Commander Anámir, watched me from the side. His arms were crossed and there was no expression on his face, but his black eyes were sparkling with amazement.
I couldn't help it I smirked. Shows you to never underestimate the power of the Prince of all Saiyans! I'm an Elite, commander. I may be only five, but I'm powerful. One day I will be the strongest, just you watch.
"Good job, your highness," Anámir said, his tail flicking wildly behind him. He moved from the wall to beside me. "I'll get some more droids sent in immediately. Practice your form for now."
Anámir turned to leave, but I stopped him. "Wait, I want to fight with you. I don't need some stinking droid that I'll beat in two seconds. I want some real action."
The commander turned and looked at me, a smirk tugging at his lips. "If you wish, your highness. I am to deny you nothing."
I smirked and crouched down. "Good. Then don't deny me a good fight." Anámir clenched his fists and bent down as well just as a voice boomed out in the room.
"Commander Anámir, report immediately to the throne room with the prince." I stood up, hands clenched and anger radiating along my body. Who did this person think he was? No one interrupts my fighting time and lives to tell about it.
"Let us go, your highness. I feel the King wants to meet with you." Oh well, he would have to wait for later.
I managed a smirk as I followed Anámir out of the training room. Beating on a live one would be better. Anámir would give me a good fight, and would allow me to hit him but it wouldn't be fun. Fun would be torturing a person. Yes, that would be fun.
Anámir came to the huge, stone doors and pushed them open revealing a large room with pillars stretching far into the sky. A red carpet, flanked by guards, was stretched along the length of the room leading up to a throne seated on a pedestal. Anámir growled and I looked to him then to where his eyes were.
They were on my father, standing beside the throne. Beside the throne? Yes, something else dared to sit in the king's throne!
Before I could react, Anámir was pushing me behind the doors and striding down the carpet towards my father. Who did he think he was? I was about to step out when I heard Anámir's voice flash through my head.
"Don't move, your highness! Please, for once, just listen to me. I will call you when you may come."
Something told me to stay. Honestly, I was curious to go out there, but I felt like staying. I was the prince and I could do whatever I felt like.
Since I was so far away I had to strain my ears to hear what was being said. First, Anámir had taken my father aside.
"What's he doing here? And why was I to bring the prince up?"
My father sighed. "He's come for him." I was a little shocked, to say the least. My father's voice sounded broken, full of pain. He never let anyone see him in pain. Pain was emotion and emotion was weakness and he hated weakness.
I heard Anámir's angry growl from all the way back here. What had him so angry?
"Then we will fight. We won't let that beast take him."
"I'm sorry, Anámir, but we have to."
"Come now boys, no secrets here." This voice was different. I peered out from behind the door to see the thing that was in my father's throne now beside my father and Anámir. It was small, about four feet with a long, waving tail and had purple and white skin. I immediately knew what it, or he, was. He was Frieza.
My father had made a deal with him about two years before and decided to work with him. My father sent ships to purge planets for Frieza then Frieza sold them, splitting the profits down the middle. What was he doing here?
"Sorry, Lord Frieza," Anámir said through clenched teeth. "I just wanted to talk to my king privately about his son." Me? What did he want with me?
A smile came to Frieza's face. "Yes," he whispered low enough so I could barely hear him. "Where is the boy, Vegeta? I don't have all day."
My father lowered his head. "Yes, Lord Frieza. Anámir, go and fetch the prince." What? What was going on here? Why was my father acting so...weak?
Anámir turned his back to Frieza and leaned down to my father. "If you won't protect the prince then I will."
I withdrew my head and returned to my position behind the door when I spotted Anámir coming towards me. I felt my breath quicken and my heart pounding. What was he talking about? What was going on? I shouldn't be this paranoid!
Clenching my fists, I forced myself to push these emotions behind me. Emotions weakened the body, the mind. They were useless.
Anámir came behind the door face grim. He kneeled in front of me and, in a rare show of affection, placed his hands on my shoulders. If I hadn't been so shocked I would have moved away.
"Look, Prince Vegeta, that monster in there..." His voice broke off and he rose up, face cold. "Run, your highness. Run and don't look back."
I stared numbly at the commander of the Saiyan army. What was going on here? Everything was upside down!
He growled and pushed me away. I was so unprepared for the attack I fell to the floor. "Get up and run. NOW!"
I growled and rose up, but I didn't run. I stared at him, glaring him in the eye. Sometimes I wonder if things would have been different if I had run, if I hadn't been so stubborn and had listened. Probably nothing would have changed so I have given up wondering.
Instead of making the smart move, I, stubbornly, walked into the throne room head held high. Everyone turned to look at me, my father looked blankly at me, lifeless, while Frieza grinned in victory.
"Welcome, Prince Vegeta," he said, walking towards me, hands behind his back.
Anámir walked in the throne room seconds later, growling. He walked to my side and face Frieza, face blank. "Here he is, Lord Frieza. You're payment." He hissed the last part, which made me look at him. Then I flicked my gaze back to Frieza when Anámir didn't look to me.
Frieza was smiling insanely. "Yes, he will do. You have a great son, Vegeta. A lot of potential," he mused. My father merely nodded.
"Zarbon, Dodoria, take him to the ship." From the shadows beside the throne came two beings. One was huge with green skin and long, green hair. The other was short and round with pink skin and odd horns sticking from his forehead.
Anámir was pushed aside by the one with green hair; he went without a fight.
The pink one grabbed my arm and dragged me down the carpet. It took me a few seconds before I knew what was happening. Then I was pissed. So, I kicked him in his jaw.
The pink blob went flying back and I landed on the balls of my feet, all muscles ready to pounce.
I whirled around when I heard clapping. "Well done, Vegeta. Now try Zarbon." The green haired being flew at me the instant Frieza said his name.
His fist flew into my jaw like lightning and pain exploded in the bone as heat seared my flesh. I rammed into another thing that felt like a wall. My head rolled around and my eyes became blurry. I went to move, but something closed around my arms and I was lifted off the ground.
I struggled, trying to see straight. Everything was painful, swirling, hurting. I winced again and finally opened my eyes able to see straight.
Before me stood Frieza, Zarbon beside him. Frieza smirked and motioned for whoever was holding me (I assumed it was Dodoria) to loosen his grip.
I gasped in the air. It hurt to feel so much in my lungs. I didn't realize how much that really hurt until afterwards, but pain is always like that.
"You didn't put up that great a fight. I'm disappointed, Vegeta." He wasn't talking to me. He was talking to my father; it was a certain tone that said I wasn't trained properly. I burned with anger, but I was too delirious to do anything about it. My whole body was numb save for my ribs and lungs. They were smoldering with pain.
"Dodoria, Zarbon, show the young prince to the ship. Put him in a cell." Zarbon smirked and nodded as Frieza walked up to me. I managed a growl, but he just smirked.
"Welcome to your new home, Prince Vegeta." Dodoria began walking away and I heard Frieza's evil laughs echoing in my ears. I tried to kick, tried to break free. The last thing I remember before I passed out was myself muttering, "Father! Father, help me!"
I don't know how loud I was or how long I cried it, but all I know was I wanted someone to come and save me and I waited. I don't know how long I waited. I know it was long. I spent many lonely nights in that prison wondering if anyone was going to come to save me.
I vaguely remember the night I saw my whole life blowing up with my planet, my father. I can't remember how long I still hoped that someone would come and take me out of that hellhole, I don't know how many nights I wished I had listened to Anámir and just run away.
All I know is I stopped wishing long ago.
There it is: chapter one! Hope you guys liked. I'll try to get the next one up soon. I'm not going to have that much time this week considering I got a project for history due on Wednesday (French Revolution – yay!) rolls eyes. Well, I'm off. Until next time - Nike