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After Namek, I wasn't quite sure what to do. I believed Kakarrot and Frieza both dead, so there were no enemies to be beaten.
No goals to be conquered, no one left to defeat. I could always become Frieza the second, start a new empire and send fighters to purge planets.

But what would it do to me? I don't mind killing. It's in my nature. I enjoy it, seeing your enemy beg for mercy, knowing you hold his life in your hands.That's the most powerful you will ever feel. Why should I let my enemy live, when killing him is so good for my ego. There was only one thing I never did: I never raped.

Not one woman in the entire Universe, can say that I have raped her. I know how it feels to be raped. It offends you, it tears you apart.
But it wasn't this that was stopping me from doing it, it was pride. What honor is there in forcing yourself upon someone who does not wish to be with you?
Why would I use a weak woman's body, when I could have much more. I saw no point in breaking in eight year old girls, or using a little boy's innocence.
Especially not when I could have any woman I wanted.

Purging planets was a business. The strongest warriors were taking from conquered planets and used to defeat enemies.
The strong survived, and the weak were killed. That's how the universe works. Everyone who was too weak to defend himself, did not deserve to live.
The weak would perish and the strong would survive. It was one of the reasons that I trained so hard. I wanted to be the one who lived, the one who avenged
my race and killed Frieza.

Kakarrot stood there, staring at me. Unable of saying something. Finally he found the words:

"Look, Vegeta, I know you're really mad at me, but I think I can help you!"

"Oh really?" I reply sarcastically "And how are you planning on doing that! You'll train me so I can become just as strong?
Or maybe you'll sort me out so I can become one of you, what do you plan on doing Kakarrot?"

"I'll tell you how I became Super Saiyan three" He replies, totally unaffected by my harsh words, and once again, with that idiotic grin on his face.

I'm surprised, why would Kakarrot do that? And more importantly, why should I, the prince of all Saiyans, take advice from him?
But my curiosity and desire to be the best got the best of me.

"How?" I say eagerly. "How did you do it, is it possible?"

"Well, yeah, I mean it wasn't very hard!" He stopped smiling when he saw the look on my face.

"I mean, I had a really difficult time reaching it, but there's not some kind of trick or anything. You have to train for a really long time, and just push your body as far as it goes.
I didn't become it in one time, it was step by step, every day I got a little closer."

I smirk. So it was achievable, it was simply a question of training. That would be no problem. Training is all I do.

"But you have to be very careful" Kakarrot continues. "It drains up a lot of energy, It really kills you and wears you out. To think of it, I don't even know whether your body could handle the pressure!"

WHAT! "Gr, how dare you mock me like that Kakarrot! How dare you make fun of my height. You think this is funny, do you Kakarrot?" I yell at him.
He is simply insulting me, on Frieza's base, this would be enough to kill for.

What most innocent and pure-hearted fools don't believe is that most things that went on on Frieza's ship were not only for pleasure.
I don't see what pleasure Frieza got out of raping a nine-year old boy. I need not get into details. I find it obvious that I am talking about myself.

Whether you worked for Frieza or were enslaved by him, your job description was simple: kill and destroy. You were assigned a planet, you wipe out the entire population
leaving the landscape as untouched as possible, and you would return to the base. Haunted by nightmares of all the faces you killed.
The planet would be sold, and your job was done. You went back to training, and waited for your next assignment. I was bored for weeks. It all depended on Frieza.

If he considered you important enough to hand you weekly assignments, you were busy and your life consisted of purging and the regeneration tank.
It's not a life that can be lived by everyone. As a boy, it troubled me. I was haunted by nightmares. I loved killing, but only those who I considered a threat.
What sick fuck would send a nine year old boy to kill little children.

When I grew up, I truly didn't give a damn. Wether you were nine or ninety, it was all the same.
But most fighters, especially those who do not come from a true warrior race like the Saiyans, couldn't deal with the killing. So they started raping and abusing children,
robbing them from their innocence as Frieza had robbed them of theirs. It calmed them down, so Frieza allowed it, And he joined them in it, only he truly did it for his sick pleasure.

"Wow, calm down Vegeta. I didn't mean to insult you . Really, I didn't! I was just stating the obvious, I mean, well whatever. But I'm sure you could do it!" He says quickly after I glare at him.

"Well, was that all you had to say?" I ask him. "Yeah, pretty much, except for one thing. Bulma told you two got into a fight about me yesterday, how come you blew up on her?"

What was he thinking? How dare he ask me such a thing? I have two options: I could get into one of my rampages, or I could give him
a true royal answer. I chose the latter. "I need not dignify that question with an answer." This would surely shut him up.

"Wow, Vegeta, you really talk like a British man!" Times like these make me wonder how many brain cells Kakarrot has. I think he has none.
Why would he ask me something, if he didn't expect me to answer?

"Look Vegeta, I'm not asking you to bare your soul, just one little sentence. What did I do to make you so angry"? He asks me, but this time dead serious. No stupid grin.

"You really want to know what you did? Ok, FINE, I'll tell you. You were too good, you saved everyone again, Bulma was admiring you,and I'm sick and tired of it! Is this my fate, to play second best you, Kakarrot? Is there nothing else I can do in this life, let me tell you":

"I refuse to be the one to help you win, I will not be considered your little helper. And believe me Kakarrot, one day, the time will come that I will beat you.
I will win, I will defeat. And you'll be second best. Because you keep talking about your good, and your peace and love and all that shit, but let me tell you something:

On Frieza's ship, you wouldn't have survived a single day"

A/N; For those who were wondering, Vegeta's memories are made to fit the chapter, they are not in time-order.

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