Here's the next chapter. Sorry this one is so short but it's just a filler before I start the next one and it needed to be in here but this was all I could write. Anyhow, please review and send in your characters!

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Chapter Four: Nightmares

I trudged back to my room, my face cold. I was trying to keep the image of Kaia getting killed out of my head but I couldn't. Every time I saw her lifeless eyes I saw my father's.

When I got to my room the door opened and I moved in. I stood right inside as the door closed behind me. I looked around my room and sighed.

It was a medium size with a set of windows spanning the back wall. My bed was directly in front of me under the windows. To the right was a door and other than that there was nothing. I didn't need anything else.

Stripping off my shirt I moved to my bed. Wincing, I sat on the edge and pressed a button on the frame. A tray shot out of the bed on my right. It held creams, ice, and all sorts of healing things along with a mirror. Taking the mirror and a tube of ointment I angled the mirror so I could see my back. It looked worse then it felt.

Biting my lip I squeezed the gel onto my sores. I hissed as the cool ointment touched my wounds. It hurt like hell but if I didn't do this then the scars would fester and slow me down.

After I finished, I placed the tube and mirror on the tray and pushed the tray back into the bed. With a sigh, I laid down on my bed on my stomach. After the ointment dried I would take a shower then put more on.

I managed a smirk despite all the pain. Though Frieza worked with the Saiyans all of those years he never even tried to learn a thing about us. If he had, he would have known that after every battle or every hit the Saiyans grew stronger. With the proper care, these scars would be gone within the week and he would have more power.

The idiot. His lack of knowledge of the Saiyan race would be his downfall in the end. Also, his fear of the legendary Super Saiyan would as well because I was destined to become that Saiyan.

My father told me when I was young about this Super Saiyan. He wreaked havoc on the universe over ten thousand years ago. He had an unbelievable amount of power and no one could stop him. However, no one knows if it was just a legend or if it was true. Supposedly a Super Saiyan appeared every ten thousand years and one was due.

That one would be me. I knew I could do it; I had to do it. Frieza, although he says the story is false, is scared of the idea of a Super Saiyan coming forward to kill him. That was precisely why he killed all of the Saiyans – he was scared.

But he left alive the one person that would kill him – me. I would become a Super Saiyan right under his very nose. Then I would kill him and he would know the story was not a legend.

I sighed and closed my eyes. Tomorrow I was going on a mission to purge a planet. Nappa and Raditz were to come with me (I wasn't too keen about having Raditz – he'd be very annoying) and we weren't due back for three months.

I could have hugged Frieza for that. Three months off this cursed ship. I had thoughts of running away, but I knew Frieza would come after me in a heartbeat and kill me for even trying.

Cracking my neck, I felt the wound in my back, winced. They were deep and still bleeding. These would take a while to heal.

With ease, I pushed myself up and headed to the shower. Hopefully it wouldn't sting that bad.

When I came out I had a towel around my waist and one around my neck. I moved over to my bed and took out the tray again applying the ointment. After I finished I took off the towel and put on a pair of shorts and laid down on my stomach for a much needed rest.

My head wasn't on my pathetic excuse for a pillow for more than twenty seconds when I heard yelling outside. Growling, I rose up and moved to the door.

When it opened I had every intention of yelling at the person out there. However, I was stunned when I spotted Zarbon holding Raditz's brat. He had her pinned against the wall and was attempting to make moves on her. She was fighting with all her might but couldn't shake his grip.

"C'mon, you little whore. Too good for me?"

Suddenly she kicked his jaw. It knocked him back and she dropped to the ground. He cursed and leapt to her. I watched in amazement as she proceeded to give Zarbon a good fight. I guess I underestimated her. However, he landed a punch on her, which slammed her into the wall. And, before she could react, Zarbon pinned her to the wall, his hand clenched around her throat.

Zarbon seemed to sense me watching because he turned and glared at me. I frowned and glared right back. He wasn't going to intimidate me anymore.

"What are you looking at?"

I had no answer. I stared at the girl and she looked at me hopefully, gasping for air as she clawed at Zarbon's hand. I could help her; I knew I should. But all that would get me would be another severe beating.

Turning on my heel I headed back to my room with Zarbon's laugh echoing in my ears.

Once I stepped into my room and the door closed behind me I flopped down on my bed and instantly sleep claimed me, but it wasn't a peaceful sleep.

Images swirled in my head, swirled around me. Soon they settled out to reveal an older version of myself – was my hair really that tall? – with Nappa, Raditz, a female and two aliens I didn't know. We were very bloody and very beaten and faceless enemies were closing in around us.

"We can't make it out of this, sire," Nappa exclaimed. "What do we do?"

I felt myself growl. "How the hell am I supposed to know?"

"We have to fight," the female said looking to me. Her emerald eyes pierced my soul and her smile melted my icy heart. "You with me?"

With that she charged into the fray.

Then the fight faded to black and was replaced by a beautiful planet. It was green with various islands scattered across the perfectly blue water. The sky was an eerie green and the smell of blood was in the air.

Strange enough, I stood on one of these islands watching as a man with wild black hair, a young boy that looked just like him, a green skinned being, and a bald man stood facing the very things I hated most: Frieza.

Frieza was in his fourth and final form, one I had only seen him in once before. He was smirking and laughing. Suddenly my eyes were drawn to a place where the man with wild hair was talking someone. I was so shocked. He was talking to me! Only I was only the ground and oddly injured with a whole in me. Talk about an out of body experience.

My eyes went wide as Frieza shot a blast straight through my heart and he began laughing. I clenched my hands at my side. How dare he!

Seeing red, I leapt at Frieza but fell to the ground coughing. Pain was rushing through me and gathering in my chest. I looked to the ground and found blood and the coppery taste of it in my mouth.

Rolling onto my back, I clutched my chest panting. Everything was going dark. When my hand began to feel warm I lifted my hand up. It was covered with blood.

My eyelids began to feel heavy. I just had to stay awake. I wouldn't go out like this – nto without a fight. I wouldn't let Frieza beat me. I was the Prince of all Saiyans and soon to be a Super Saiyan! He couldn't kill me.

However, the thought was there, eating at me like a hungry dog. Soon it consumed me, tore at my heart and shredded my soul. I was going to die and there was nothing I could do about it. It was all going to end right here.

Just my luck.

I shot up in bed, my heart pounding and my mind racing. I was covered in sweat and my back was aching more than ever. But I didn't seem to notice it. I looked down to my chest and patted it. No hole, not blood.

I took deep breaths trying to steady myself. Once I was calm I cursed. Why did I get so worked up over a stupid dream? It was just a dream and nothing more. I shouldn't be that weak.

But in the back of my mind I knew it was more than I dream. I would realize later that I saw into the future. To this day I don't know how I did it because I don't possess that power and never before have I had a dream like that one.

Something took hold of me as I rose to get a shower. Something kept telling me that was how I was going to die. Although I didn't believe that I actually saw the future, I decided that if I had seen it then someone gave it to me as a chance to change it. So I decided I would.

Frieza wasn't going to kill me. I decided I was going to stop him. My mind was more set on it now than ever. I wouldn't allow him to get the best of me.

Up until now I have just been telling you various memories that have stuck out in my mind. However, after nine years on that ship things began change. I was coming into adult hood, I had established myself as some who answered only to Frieza, and made it known that I wouldn't back down from a challenge. My heart had turned to ice; I would kill at will and enjoy it. I found took many females back to Frieza's ship as slaves and had long forgotten about Raditz's daughter.

Speaking of Raditz, the fool tried to kill Frieza not once but three times! Every time he was beaten worse than before. He even tried to escape but failed miserably. After that he sadly gave up and, like me, turned to killing to escape his anguish.

When I turned twenty things became hectic. I found myself in a position I really didn't want to be in with people that would change my life forever.

Once again please review. All is appreciated. The next few chapters will go deeper into Raditz and Nappa's life and how they affect Vegeta. I hope to get a chappie in where you guys see him purge a planet. So review and wait till next time – MS45