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Warning: RAPE in this chapter, so don't read the part of Vegeta meeting Frieza if you can't handle it!

CHAPTER 6: HAPPY BIRTHDAY...

"If you're that strong..." Bardock threw another punch at Kira, who blocked it easily "how come you didn't stop Frieza then and... OOF! (Kira kneed him in the gut)" Bardock bend over holding his stomach in pain, and fell down on the ground. Kira landed in front of him, while her dragon wings folded themselves across her back.

"I wasn't allowed to... I would have changed history too much for our purpose to succeed." She calmly replied.

"... What? Wha... what do you mean with that?" He struggled back up.

"We're... sort of in the future of your time. It's more complicated than just that, but it comes close enough to the truth for you."

"So... you went back in time.. just to get me and bring me here? Wherever this is?"

"Yes. And as for why I cannot kill Frieza, is that it would change history far too much. Time travelling is playing a dangerous game..."

"Is the future this bad that you had to..."

"For us, yes, it was."

"But what do you mean with 'us'? Kira, you still haven't explained anything to me! You just said that I'm too weak and started training me." Bardock exclaimed, starting to get annoyed about it all.

"And I said that you will know in time. I can't explain what and why, but we have to play this very carefully. If we want to change the future, we all need to have patience. You'll just have to trust me for now... But if you need some convincing..."

Kira held her claw up and, seemingly the same as the first time, she drew a sign in the air, but this time, the streak was violet-coloured. And instead of a portal, some kind of screen or vision appeared... "Allow me to show you what 'Fate' had in store for you and your sons..."

"My sons?" The Saiyan blinked in confusion at her words.

The white void in the vision shifted and Bardock floating in space, in front of a large spaceship appeared. He yelled something at Frieza who was in his hoverchair above it, and apparently started gathering ki in his hand. When the vision-Bardock threw the ki ball, Frieza wasn't impressed in the least, but had started to make his own attack. The ki ball merely disappeared into the Death Ball above Frieza's hand, and added in its size. Finally, Frieza threw his own attack as well. The vision-Bardock couldn't do anything and was devoured into the Death ball, burning away in agony. And the real Bardock couldn't say or do anything but to stare wide-eyed at the scene happening before his own eyes.

The vision faded and shifted again. The blackness of space was replaced with a perfectly blue sky and beautiful grassland. But in the middle of the field stood two... no, three figures. One was standing apart from the two and was apparently preparing an attack. The second figure was holding the third one in place, it seemed, while that one struggled hard to get free. Bardock's eyes almost grew even wider as he recognised his own son, Raditz, in this struggling figure. The one holding his son looked like a perfect copy of Bardock, save for a few details. "K-Kakarotto?"

Kira nodded. "W-Why are they fighting... why is Kakarotto trying to hold his brother in front of that... green guy?" His question was answered as the one named Piccolo stretched his arm and released a flashing red beam from his finger, which pierced right through both Raditz and Kakarotto.

"WHAT? NO!" Bardock jumped forward to the scene, determined to try and stop whatever was going on, but was stopped dead in his tracks as someone grabbed him by the tail and pulled him harshly back to his place.

"Don't be foolish... it's just a vision!" hissed Kira.

"... But... that ... I don't get it... Why has Kakarotto killed Raditz?"

"Partially... your own fault... Kakarotto was sent away to the planet you see here in the vision. He forgot his Saiyan heritage and grew up as an inhabitant of this planet... a human. When, after all those years, Raditz came to Chikyuu-sei, that planet, to come and retrieve his little brother, he only found one who, though unconsciously, betrayed his own race and family. In a desperate move, Raditz kidnapped Kakarotto's son. They came to a confrontation, and, well... you just saw the ending." Kira waved her hand and once again, the sight shifted.

"Your other son... Turles... He will die as well... look." Once again, the vision solidified. Two figures appeared, fighting against each other in a death match. If it weren't for the clothing, it would have been hard to tell the two apart. They looked almost identical, save that the one in armour had a more tanned skin. The other one was clad in the same gi as in the last scene. Finally, the gi-clad one fired an enormous blast, in which the other was fully devoured and obliterated.

"Kakarotto.. and Turles..." Bardock muttered while staring at the image before him.

"Aye."

Bardock's normally tanned face looked rather pale suddenly. Kira didn't even need to try and read his mind, she could easily read the shock and confusion in his eyes, his mind's trying to put everything in place, but failed miserably "I-I don't get ... why... WHY DOES KAKAROTTO DENY HIS OWN HERITAGE?"

"Calm down, warrior. We can change this future. We can... and we will."

"There you are again with this 'we'! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN WITH IT?" He yelled out in frustration.

Kira's jade eyes flared momentarily with anger as she drew her fist back and punched Bardock hard in the face. He couldn't hold his balance, fell back and hit the ground. Holding a hand up to his painfully broken nose, Bardock looked up to her. "Have you finally calmed down, Saiyan? I have prevented your death, but can undo it soon enough as well. It is too early for you to know everything already. But you will know IN TIME. You need to have patience, Bardock."

"I... I understand..."

"Good."

Bardock struggled back up, still holding his heavily bleeding nose. He didn't notice Kira making a sign in the air with a talon of her claw, but suddenly, it all stopped hurting. He felt over his nose, but it wasn't broken anymore. The only blood on his hands was that that had stained his hands already. He looked to Kira with his eyes open wide "H-How did you do that?... And those other ... 'tricks'?"

"Those aren't tricks..."

"Then what? It all seems so impossible for me..."

She grinned "For those who know the ancient art of Runes, not much is impossible..." Kira turned around and beckoned him to follow her. "The training is over for now... You need to rest."

They left the training grounds and walked through the enormous hall in which they had arrived the first time through the portal. Bardock was still amazed by the immensity of everything in this place. The stairs in the middle of the hall that led to the upper levels was so large that Frieza's spaceship probably would be able to land on it without touching the sides. But aside of that, the inner architecture was remarkably sober in decoration. Almost everything was in black or grey, only the few, huge tapestries on the walls were coloured blood red and strange signs that Bardock couldn't read were depicted on them, on others, bloody scenes of fights between what looked like demons on one side and more humanoid creatures on the other. His attention was pulled abruptly back to his companion when she suddenly started to speak again.

"The only thing that I can tell you for now, is that the reason why you're here, and what will unfold in the future, is because of something that happened in the past, aeons ago. Back then, the universe was still young and looked nowhere near that what it looks like now. The rare life that was on few planets was very primitive and little... But, two races or forces of unknown origin stood up in this small existence. As you can expect, these two races quickly became each other's rivals. Soon, a great battle ensued. One was victorious and claimed the rule over the universe as its prize. The other race was repelled from their dimension..."

Bardock remained silent while Kira was speaking, listening carefully. 'Er... that was great...' It surprised him a bit that he was being sarcastic to himself, 'but what the hell does that have to do with me?...'

His question wasn't answered however as Kira suddenly quit her story, stopped and looked back to him. "This is your room... There is enough food for you on the table and a bed in the corner. You can wash up if you'd like in the adjacent room."

She opened a door and pushed a startled Bardock inside. Before closing the door, Kira said to him "I will come and get you for the next training in a few hours. So eat and rest enough." Then she was gone.

Bardock immediately tried to open the door but it was shut tight. He stepped back, cursing "No door has ever stopped me in my life..." and raised his hand. However, instead of blowing the door up or even scorching it, the ki blast just disappeared. Bardock was dumbfounded. 'Just great... ki absorbing doors... what next?'

As he couldn't do anything about his current situation, Bardock just sat down at the table piled with food and decided to make the best of it for now.


The three Saiyans looked up when suddenly Vegeta's scouter beeped, indicating someone tried to contact him. He clicked on the device and answered the call. "WHAT? Why? ... Damn it... YES, I'm coming." Vegeta sighed and took his scouter off, folded it and put it away.

"What the hell's wrong?" Raditz asked curiously.

"Frieza needs me for something... I don't know. He gave the strict order for me to return immediately."

"I wonder for what..." Turles said thoughtfully.

"I have this feeling I don't want to know... But I'm not gonna run from himeither." Vegeta stood up. "You two can finish the rest of this planet?"

Raditz nodded "No problem, Ouji-sama... It'll just take a day longer or so... We'll be with you at the base in a few days."

"Good." Vegeta turned around and just wanted to take off as Turles walked up beside him. "What?" He said a bit irritated.

"Vegeta... whatever Frieza wants of you... or ... does with you……… don't let it get to you."

Vegeta looked to Turles with a raised eyebrow "What the hell do you mean?"

"What I said." Turles set back down by Raditz. Vegeta shrugged mentally and flew off towards his space pod.

Raditz looked a bit oddly at Turles "I don't get it... what did you mean with that?"

"Something that I hope that I'm wrong about ... but I fear I'm not."

"… Could it be that?……" Raditz asked uncertain.

"I'm afraid so."Turles replied with a downward glance.

"…… SHIT!" Raditz jumped to his feet.

Turles looked up to his younger brother, raising an eyebrow "And where are you going?…"

"After him of course!"

"Andthen what? What are YOU gonna do against Frieza? Don't be such a fool…"

"But!…"

"First we'll take care of this planet, and then you'll go after him."

"Then it'll be too late!"

"Let's get started then………" Turles rose to his feet, jumped up and flew off. Raditz sighed and took after him.


A short beep sounded, indicating someone requested entrance. "Come in…" The door slid open to reveal the sight of the young Saiyan prince. Frieza wasn't in his hover chair, what he normally would do when someone like Vegeta came to see him. He was just standing there, in the middle of the room, with a glass of red liquid in his hand. "Ah, Vegeta, there you are. I didn't expect you to be back so soon…"

Vegeta only bowed. Anyone else would start bootlicking, saying something in the lines of 'If my Lord requires my presence, I do not hesitate' He grimaced mentally. Those weaklings… why would they give the damn bastard even more chance to raise his ego, which already was as large as the universe itself… infinite.

Vegeta awaited an answer, but it didn't come. 'Is that freak reading my thoughts or what?" Has he noticed his disrespect?… The mocking undertones in his voice and words whenever he talks to and about the slimy lizard, the eyes filled with contempt and disgust whenever they fall upon his ugly form, etc.? That's not possible… unless the bastard really found a way to read minds. Or he would be very perceptive… He growled mentally. Finally, he raised his head slightly after a long moment of silence, and to face the cold glare coming from the Ice-jin tyrant. 'Shit...'

Suddenly the cold stare changed into a grin, almost a smile. Not a warm smile… that's impossible on that face. It wasn't of happiness either. It was one of his own favourite grins, and the one that saw it, knew it didn't mean much good. "Happy Birthday, little monkey…" He suddenly said in that high voice of his.

Vegeta cocked an eyebrow and rose partially to his feet, immediately forgetting all the 'respect' he was supposed to have in front of his 'Lord'. "Wha-What do you mean?"

Frieza chuckled and continued in that eerie tone in his voice "In case you have forgotten, Young Prince," he always stressed that word to mock the royal Saiya-jin, "It's your 18th birthday this day…"

"… Yeah, so?" Vegeta replied in a snarl. His tail had slipped from his waist and was lashing furiously over the back of his thighs now. He was already getting enough of this, and the more he got angry, the more he started to forget who he was actually talking to.

"And exactly 5 years ago that I asked you this same question, the day you came onto my ship… 'Are you loyal to me, Vegeta?'. Do you remember? I was generous then…until now." He paced a bit, but didn't look away from the Saiyan for even one moment. Vegeta still didn't know what the tyrant was aiming to, but he remained silent nonetheless. Whatever it was… it couldn't be good. "Five years I've given you to submit yourself to me… five years long, you had the chance to prove your full loyalty to me… all others have done it at one month… but you and your monkeys still defy me."

Frieza stopped pacing and looked straight into the Saiyan's eyes. As if betraying his own words, the grin was still placed firmly on his face. "But, little monkey, from the first day I saw you, I immediately knew you would never do that… yes, a Saiyan pride is a very rare feature these days…" Vegeta didn't like the glint that appeared in his eyes either. "And… I also immediately wanted you from that moment…"

"Nani?" Chuckles were heard from the shadows, and Vegeta noticed for the first time that Zarbon and Dodoria had been standing there the whole time, as they stepped closer. Faster than Vegeta could see, Frieza had gone behind him and grabbed him by the shoulders. 'Kuso! The kisama is less small from close by… and stronger than he looks as well' Before he knew it, his armour and shirt were ripped from his chest. Frieza dipped down to trace his tongue over his shoulder muscle. Vegeta flinched at the hot, moist touch.

After placing a few rough kisses on the side of his neck, Frieza almost purred into his ear with a deep voice with a hint of lust forming "You don't know how much I wanted to do this from the moment I saw you, my pretty little monkey…" Vegeta gasped as Frieza took his lashing tail in a strong grasp. "And now I'm gonna have some fun with you……" he continued to purr.

Vegeta struggled against his strong grip, but could do so only weakly as the pressure on his tail drained his strength. "K-… Kisama…"

Frieza chuckled and pulled Vegeta closer to his body. The Saiyan winced feeling the creature's growing erection grind against him, rubbing against the side of his thighs, still covered by the thick fabric of his pants… but for how long? Zarbon and Dodoria advanced as well. The Saiyan's eyes shot glances between the two, snarling at them. Vegeta felt thick sweat drops trickle over his forehead and down his face as a smirking Zarbon leaned close to his face. He arched his back in a reflex as Frieza went down lapping his tongue over the warm skin over his spine. The lizard tugged down on his tail, sending another wave of pain through him. The following shudder and yelp seemed to excite the Frieza even more.

Zarbon leaned in even closer and caught the Saiyan's lips with his and forcefully slipped his tongue into the warm cavern of his mouth. As he hold the back of Vegeta's head with his hand, digging his fingers in the thick, black mane, Zarbon's tongue explored every delicious corner of his mouth. Vegeta closed his eyes trying to shut everything out, but failed miserably. Frieza had come to the small of his back and held his hands on the zoom of Vegeta's pants. Vegeta shuddered again as he sensed even through closed eyes that Dodoria moved down past Zarbon, who broke away. He yelped as his pants were ripped from his legs.

Vegeta felt Frieza rise again behind him and tried to brace himself against what he knew was coming next… but it didn't help. A large wave of pain forced its way up his spine through his entire body as Frieza shoved his arousal right into him. Vegeta yelled out but his scream was muffled and it died away as Zarbon took a hungered possession of his mouth again. His eyes widened as he felt that Dodoria spread his legs apart and dipped in to swallow his cock.

In other situations, others probably would have found this pleasurable, but Vegeta felt this anything but good and full of pleasure. It all just damn hurt too much. Vegeta was fighting his sobs strongly back; he wouldn't give the bastards that sign of defeat and weakness. Even now, he still struggled against their iron grips, but to no avail. The sick feeling that spread over his entire body grew even more when he felt the gushing liquid from Frieza's erection inside him.

After what had seemed like an eternity, both Zarbon and Dodoria rose to their feet, those sick grins still plastered on their faces. Frieza stood as well, letting Vegeta slump to the floor. He leant down to grab him by this hair and brought his head up. Frieza half-whispered into his ear with a voice still filled with lust: "Just as I thought… you're so delicious, my little monkey… just like the others. I'll be 'seeing' you soon again." He dropped Vegeta on the ground and walked off, laughing hard. His two henchmen left close after him.

Vegeta groaned and slowly got up. He picked up what was left of his clothes, but as they were ripped apart, they just fell off again. He staggered out of the room, careful not to stumble over his own legs. His entire body ached… One day, Frieza would pay dearly for this foul act! Vegeta cursed his own weakness… the kisama was too damn strong. He swore that one day he would surpass the bastard by far… then it was payback time for all the humiliation and treachery he and his race had suffered under the son of a bitch.

Leaning an arm against the wall, Vegeta made his way back to his quarters. Somehow he had the luck to meet no one at all on his path. Most were probably on some mission. 'Just like the others.' … What had he meant with that phrase? '... Turles? Raditz? ...' it must be, but… why haven't they told about it to him then… "Why would they?" He answered his own question. Why would anyone talk about something like this just like that… and especially against their prince. But still, Vegeta felt a sense of betrayal. They probably knew what the bastard was up to, and never did anything to stop it. "FUCKING WEAKLINGS!" He snarled as he slammed his fist hard against the wall.

Finally, he reached his room and he let himself fall on his bed. A few tears came through at last. Vegeta ignored them when they rolled over his cheeks and buried his face in his pillow. He closed his eyes and a wave of tiredness washed over him. Vegeta sighed deeply as he felt his body relax, despite of the aching pain, and slipped away into a deep slumber.

"Vegeta…" Vegeta cursed silently… there was that voice again. He had heard it from since his earliest childhood… a strange voice that talked to him in his dreams. He has never told about it to anyone, in the beginning he even had thought it was normal. But then the voice started telling him things that weren't so normal at all… 'things' that happened soon after it had told him about it, like the day his mother was killed in battle.

He was still very young, but the 'voice' had showed him detailed visions of how the Saiyan Queen was slowly tortured to death by a strange race of people. A few days later a messenger came to the King with the news of the Queen's death.

The visions soon became nightmares. Till one day he saw the vision of the destruction of his home planet and the annihilation of his race. The voice hasn't spoken to him anymore ever since. "Happy Birthday… my son." 'Nani? What the fuck do you mean with that?' But no answer came. 'Son?' It couldn't be his father, King Vegeta… he had heard the voice even when the late Saiya-jin King was still alive. And his and 'its' voice differed a lot. "You will know… soon enough…"

It must have been somewhere late in the evening when Vegeta was woken again. "Prince Vegeta? Are you alright?" A voice called cautiously. Vegeta opened his eyes to look up to a pair of deep, ebony eyes staring at him, their owner doing a bad job on hiding the worry in them. Long, black spikes framed the delicate, familiar face. Vegeta felt the soft, silken touches from the same mass of hair as it brushed slightly over his still bare skin. 'Shit…' He had forgotten to cover himself with the sheets.

Vegeta wanted to snarl at the person above him, to yell insults at him, to release all the frustration inside him. But instead, he threw himself into Raditz's arms and felt the tears coming back as he pressed his face into that broad, warm chest.

Raditz himself was rather surprised by this reaction. A bit absently, he stroked the back of Vegeta's head slowly. "It's alright, my prince…" Actually, he didn't really know what to say and continued to whisper soothing words in the old Saiya-go until he felt the prince's sobs die away and his breath becoming a slow, regular rhythm. Raditz suddenly remembered something.

"Happy Birthday, Ouji-sama…"