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Yamcha shook his head in shame as he watched the Saiyan's viciously attack the Buruma castle. The Saiyan's were terrifyingly ruthless, destroying everything that they laid eyes on. Yamcha hated war and killing, but he was forced to follow the orders of the King, or else he would meet the same fate as the Buruma clan. Obedience was vital in the Saiya-jin clan, if you showed any sign of disobedience you were punished severely.

Clad in black and gold, the Saiyan warriors looked like a dark cloud descending onto the icy castle of Buruma. The Saiyan's had caught the Buruma clan by total surprise and they had no way of defending themselves from such a vicious attack. The sound of killing and fighting filled the evening air, and Yamcha was growing tired of standing back and doing nothing.

"I must save as many as I can," Yamcha whispered to himself spurring his horse towards the castle. Despite the protests of his fellow soldiers, he rode on to the opening of the castle. As he got closer to the castle, he could see the trees and the houses going up into flames and panicked women and children running towards the river. Once he reached the opening of the castle he lept off his horse and quickly went inside.

There was chaos everywhere and Yamcha was temporarily disoriented. As he began to regain his senses he heard an ear shattering scream coming from the end of the hallway. He instantly ran towards the sound, and when he had reached the main hall he saw a blue haired woman fall to the floor surrounded by Saiyan warriors and the raven haired woman standing behind screaming frantically. Just as the other Saiyan was about to bring his sword down on the screaming woman, Yamcha shouted at him, leaping between the woman and the blade parrying the blow with his sword. The warrior instantly threw down his sword and bowed to Yamcha, shuddering with fear.

"My lord Yamcha, Please forgive me I did not mean to-"

"It is alright, but I am under the king's orders to bring all woman and children to the royal castle Yamazaru, where they will be servants," Yamcha said, stretching the truth,"So you cannot harm these women, understood?". The warriors instantly bowed to Yamcha again.

"We understand Lord Yamcha," said the warriors in unison and they all filed out of the room to tell the others of the Kings orders, leaving Yamcha alone with the two women.

"I can always rely upon the blind obedience of the Saiyan's", Yamcha thought to himself as he turned to console the woman who was now hovering over the unconscious blue haired woman. He was intrigued by the woman's hair color, he had never seen anyone who had blue hair before, but he ignored his curiosity and addressed the hysterical lady.

"My lady, I am Lord Yamcha, son of Lord Takeo Yamaguta, and retainer of King Vegeta VIII, but I swear to you that I will not hurt you," said Yamcha in a calm voice, hoping to soothe the crying woman before him. The raven-haired woman looked up at Yamcha, her tears falling onto her red kimono.

"I'm Umeno and this is…Mariko, we are only servants in the Buruma castle" lied ChiChi, afraid of telling the soldier their real identities for fear of him killing them both on the spot. Yamcha looked at her incredulously, surprised that such beautiful women would be forced to be lowly servants.

"Well I must get you out of here, this castle will soon be burned to the ground and we don't want to be inside when that happens," said Yamcha giving ChiChi and encouraging smile as he carefully picked up the blue haired princess from the floor. ChiChi gave him a weak smile in return, still not sure if she should trust her new found savior.

ChiChi quickly led Yamcha out of the castle, ignoring the aching feeling of homesickness that threatened to over take her again. She blinked away the tears that blinded her eyes and continued to follow Yamcha as they approached his horse. ChiChi had never rode a horse before, but as she looked at the chaos around her, she was determined to learn fast. Yamcha quickly found another horse nearby and put ChiChi and Bulma on it. He then took the reins and attached them to his horse and mounted it. ChiChi was nervous as she held the unconscious Bulma in her arms. What would become of them now?

"Are you ready lady Umeno?" Yamcha asked the raven-haired woman as he grasped the reins of this horse. ChiChi, overcome by fear and dread, shook her head and grasped the saddle of this horse for dear life.

"If I make it out alive I am definitely learning how to ride a horse," Chichi thought to herself as her horse jerked forward and galloped along side of Yamcha's. As she rode off towards the unknown, ChiChi feared for her future, and for the future of Lady Bulma, the last of the Buruma clan.

Vegeta sat very still, allowing the scents and sounds of his surroundings wash over him. He felt his heart beat as he slowly inhaled and exhaled. He soon began to search his mind for the memories of when he could still see, wanting with all his might that he could regain the use of his eyes. He remembered the green of the grass and the blue of the sky, the dark grey of the walls surrounding the castle. The white snow that covered the mountains of Hakurei. The glint of his sword, the dragon engraved into the center. All these things that had been an everyday thing to him, were now jus mere memories. Vegeta slowly reached out to his sword which was in front of him and felt the emblem of the Dragon which his father had had engraved in the center. He had adored this sword, treating it like his most prized possession, and now he couldn't even see it.

Vegeta balled his hand up into a fist, feeling his anger begin to surface. He was the Royal Prince of the Saiya-jin clan, Rulers of all the three kingdoms and he couldn't even see his hand three inches from his face. How could his whole life be taken away with one blow? How could he rule his people if he was hobbling around like some weakling constantly depending on others because he can't care of himself?

All these thoughts raced through Vegeta's mind as he slowly came to his feet. The sleeves of his kimono flapped idly in the cold wind as Vegeta reached for the hilt of his sword and yanked it out of the ground. He refused to feel sorry for himself any longer. He was the Prince, sight or no sight, and he was going to act like one. Angry at himself, Vegeta walked five paces forward and spun around to face the tree which he was previously sitting under.

The day when he was wounded suddenly came to his mind and he was filled with an uncontrollable rage. He imagined the figure of the old man standing in front of him as he had the day he fought him. He remembered every detail of the man's face, the way his hair looked as the icy wind whipped up the snow around them. He remembered the color of his kimono, and the hatred in his eyes as he stood in front of Vegeta. He remembered the way his sword fit in his hands. He remembered everything.

With a yell of pure rage Vegeta lunged at the tree before him, attacking it with such ferociousness it seemed as if Vegeta was possessed. Every blow sent vibrations throughout his sword and arms, but Vegeta ignored the pain. All he could focus on was the image of the old man which was forever engraved in his mind. Again and again Vegeta attacked the tree, becoming more and more enraged with every hit. His arm began to ache and sweat began to sting the his wounded eyes, but Vegeta went on taking out all his frustrations and pent up anger upon the tree which was in front of him.

Suddenly a voice broke through the madness which had filled Vegeta's mind.

"Vegeta!" yelled a panicked voice. Vegeta froze and lowered his sword. The Prince slumped to the ground, fatigue washing over him, as Goku quickly ran to Vegeta.

"Vegeta, why are you-"

"I'm blind Kakkarot, I think I have a right to take my anger out on inanimate objects," growled Vegeta, regaining his composure. Goku rolled his eyes at Vegeta's continually use of his middle name. Ever since he had known Vegeta had always called him by his middle name, Kakkarot.

"Well could you warn me next time? You almost gave me a heart attack!" Goku said laughingly.

"Don't worry Bakkarot, next time I'll use you for my target practice", said Vegeta gruffly, picking up his sword and sheath and slow making his way back to his chambers. As he walked towards the hallway to his chambers, he heard the creaking and suddenly a loud crash as the tree fell to the ground. Vegeta smirked and triumphantly walked towards his destination. He was so proud he didn't even bother to notice the commotion that was happening in the castle, Until he was summoned to the throne room.