A/N: Hmm... I've been feeling inspired lately so here's the update! I hope you enjoy it! And sorry, nope, the 'secret plan' and 'silver alley' won't make an appearance in this chapter! Later about those, hehe!

Disclaimer: Nooooooo IIIIII DOOONNNN'T OOOWWWN! (I hope you heard that...)

Warnings: I think the title explains it all, death and blood in order, folks...

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Childhood: Part VI – The Purge

Months went by and Vegeta became all the more better at sneaking around and hardly anyone could prove he had been missing. Nappa and King Vegeta of course didn't stop yelling at him and reprimanding his actions being foolish and not fit for the future ruler of the planet. Vegeta so wanted to flip them a finger and say 'fuck you assholes'. Then of course, after getting over the shock, they would get suspicious of where he had learnt such words. No one was allowed to so much as utter a small curse in the presence of the young prince. After all it was the way of speaking that was one thing distinguished him from the trash.

They had even gone as far as locking him to his room, which was of course Saiyajin proof, but locks were not an issue to him anymore. Bardock and Kakarotto had more than taught him how to pick a lock be it old-fashioned or electric one.

Vegeta, this time voluntarily behind locks in his own room, was practicing his acrobatics by flipping around the room in complicated series of excellent body control. Somersaults, flips and jumps all combined together, the little prince bounced around the room with carefree glee. If anyone had seen his performance they would have been gob-smacked and very impressed at his skill. Momentarily loosing his balance and control during one speedy spin Vegeta went flying to the floor, gaining few minor bumps in the progress. Few swear words escaped from his mouth and he picked himself up again.

His sensitive hearing picked up a key entering the lock outside his door and Vegeta quickly went to sit in sulking position on his bed, schooling his expression to that of annoyance. Without turning he sensed it was Nappa who entered the room; the stride was heavy and hulking presence wasn't hard to miss anyway. The prince practically heard the brute's sigh of relief to find him in his room. Rumours had started to spread that the prince was disappearing on regular basis and none knew where he went or what he did... some very wild guesses were being made but the Elites had soon put a damper on those.

"Prince Vegeta, sire, your presence is required immediately. Your father's leaving the planet for the Galactic Meeting and he has important issues to share with you," Nappa gave a curt bow. Vegeta scoffed and walked out of the room, past his bodyguard wordlessly. What could his old man want now? Take over things while he was gone? Yeah, sure. Like the old man would give him even an ounce of power before he croaked. Heading to the space pod launching area and the hangar he found his father with his few elite guards waiting for the launch off. Nappa quickly appeared by his side from behind.

" Vegeta, you know that blah blah blah... Meeting blah blah blah..." The King spoke and Vegeta stared at his father dully. He really wasn't hearing anything his father said. He was completely tuning out the old man, but still managed to look interested enough and nod occasionally when he felt it was required. Honestly he couldn't care less where the man went and came to a shocking conclusion that the people he really could care about were Kakarotto and Bardock. He cared where Kakarotto was and Bardock had sort of been like a surrogate father to him... the stupid system had stolen the man from them. From him and Kakarotto.

" Vegeta? What is it?!" The King asked frowning disapprovingly and Vegeta realized his face was betraying his emotions. He shook his head in nonchalant answer and the older Vegeta shrugged. The brat was really that upset about him going? The world would never cease to amaze him... The King and his guards

boarded the starship and the hatch clicked shut. The engines roared and soon the ship lifted off and shot up in the sky and Vegeta had to shield his eyes from the dust that flew around because of the lift-off.

" Somebody should clean up around here..." he muttered and turned to march back to his room when he froze on his tracks, his ears twitching. He looked around frantically; Saiyajins all mingled around, leaving for missions, coming from journeys and working in the air station. All first classes and Elites, low-level third class purgers looking the worst of it. He couldn't have heard...! All the people walked around him, keeping a respectful and fearful distanced of their prince, looking forwards like there really wasn't any royals present nor the infamous Guardian of the heir Nappa glaring at them threateningly. Obviously they were trying to avoid trouble at any cost. Vegeta absentmindedly frowned at that.

Nappa cast a suspicious glance at the prince when the boy stood unmoving for few minutes. " Your highness? What is---"

" YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES! LEGGO OF ME! GRR...GAH... I SAID RELEASE ME, DAMNIT!"

They both turned around to see couple of first class guards mishandling what was obviously a third class brat. The child was wriggling, kicking and shrieking and the guards looked pissed off. The brat was giving them trouble and unwanted attention.

" Shut up! You're going! It's for our rule's sake," the other said like he was talking to an ingrate and backhanded the child hard.

Nappa laughed out loud. " Now that's a way to treat a stupid trash lower class!" He sounded proud of the way the guards were manhandling the brat. Vegeta was little pale and resisted the urge to beat the tar out of the stupid hulk. He felt extremely disgusted with Nappa for it was Kakarotto whom they were beating.

" Let's go," he said icily with as much distaste as he could muster and started briskly walking away, leaving Nappa gawking at the scene behind . After he reached a corner and before Nappa had time to catch up with him, Vegeta had vanished, leaving freaking and panicking Nappa trying to figure out where his prince had gone. Vegeta quickly ran back and threw off his royal clothes and armour, now only glad in simple shirt and spandex pants and tying the blue bandanna around his forehead. It gave him some disguise. Looking around he set off towards the corner where he heard the most uncouth language ever. Yup. That was Kakarotto alright.

He managed to push past the crowd just in time to see the men shoving Kakarotto into a space pod and about to close the hatch while the boy was still dazed from the hit to head.

" No!" Vegeta shouted and without thinking but acting on emotions and instincts he didn't even know he had, flew lightning fast into the pod as the hatch closed. The guards yelled at him and then shrugged; the coordinates had already been programmed and there was no tampering with them right now. Vegeta and Kakarotto were squished together in the tight space; Kakarotto looking quite surprised and Vegeta just as much dumbfounded. Before any word could be uttered the mechanics of the pod came to life and the ship was moved to the launching pipe.

" Uh oh..." Kakarotto whispered, looking around wide-eyed and looking quite apologetically at surprised Ve.

" No shit!" Vegeta ground out as the G-forces pressed him flat against the seat and floor when the pod was shot off to their unknown destination. The sleeping gas soon reduced them into stasis and the round object sped in the vast darkness of the space...

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Kakarotto woke up with a start. His head was fuzzy and the bruises he had ached horribly. His vision was blurred and his lungs felt weird after breathing the sleeping gas. The small Saiyajin child could vaguely remember how soldiers had caught him unaware, told him he was going to be purger and immediately dragged his protesting hind off to the space station. A scowl found its way to his face. Great, just fucking great...! How he managed to get into these messes was beyond him. Him, a purger? Now that's a laugh! The assholes probably had just checked his powerlevel with their scouters and found it abominably low and just decided to kill him off...

" For the sake of the holy fuck... Get off me, you moron!" a disturbingly familiar voice shouted groggily and Kakarotto was awakened from his reverie in a split second.

" Ve? Whatta hell are you doing in here!" He asked incredulously, recalling how Ve was just suddenly in the pod with him and they blasted off already.

" I'd like to know that too... " the prince grumbled, "I was... uh, on an errand in the station and I saw you being stuffed into a pod. I tried to get you out of trouble but the Elites accidentally stuffed me in too and launched this stupid contraption off..."

"... and now you're up to your ears in shit with me, ey?" Kakarotto ended for him and Ve nodded, annoyed.

" By the way... where the heck are we?" Vegeta asked and this time it was Kakarotto's turn look grim and oddly a little sheepish.

" On purging mission to some planet." Kakarotto rubbed the back of his head.

Vegeta face-faulted, not believing his ears.

" Excuse me, did ya just say we're on a purging mission?" He said in a completely deadpan voice after few seconds of strained silence.

" That's what I said!" Kakarotto replied, irritated.

" A purging mission...? There's no fucking way..." Vegeta muttered, feeling extremely hated by Lady Fortuna at the moment.

" Well, you better believe it for I doubt we're gonna get out of this shit alive. The guards mentioned something about a low class pick-up team that will come and get us if the job's done on time... and if we're still alive that is..." Kakarotto frowned thoughtfully, keeping tight reigns on his feeling of surging panic. He couldn't afford that kind of emotions if he wanted to survive. His dad had always said 'to keep his head cool' and everything would go well.

" Oh great... I think we should check the surroundings and then try to get this stupid thing to fly us home," Vegeta stated calmly only to receive a hit to the head by Kakarotto.

" Hey!" Vegeta protested angrily.

" You moron! We can't do that! The pod is for one-way traveling: it's out of damned fuel and I don't know even the coordinates of our planet. Besides we won't get picked up if we don't purge! This system is made for newly recruited purgers so they don't get sacred and come back home crying and mission unfinished! No purge, no pick up; no pick up, no getting back home ever!"

" WHAT!" Ve screeched in shock. He couldn't believe it! As much as he had learnt already he had no idea that the Saiyajin system was this cruel and deep going. Yeah, third class purgers had it hard but this tough? Then it suddenly dawned on him and Vegeta felt his lungs were out of air.

" That means... we have to purge this planet? Kill its inhabitants...? Clear the civilization like it never existed? Erase over ten millenniums of culture, evolution and history?" Vegeta asked shakily. He was Saiyajin prince; cruel and dark by nature but still a child and the concept of killing and right now purging scared him. He had blasted battalion of annoying guards into smithereens in his life but erasing a planetful of people was a bit too much.

" Isn't that what the word purge fundamentally mean? Clear everything into a state as it never even existed? Wipe out absolutely everything," Kakarotto said with cold sarcasm, his voice laced with darkness and some loathing. Kakarotto, as a purger's son, didn't have such sentiments on the thing that had kept him alive for the past seven years. "It's our only option, though. I think the natives won't take kindly to a pair of Saiyajins on their planet, nevertheless we're small ones, regarding our reputation. We'll be dead when the first of them sets his eyes on us. They won't listen to us..."

Inhaling deeply Vegeta closed his eyes, trying mentally to prepare for the genocide he was about to commit. His life meant more for him than planetful of people's lives.

" Fine, let's get to the work then."

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The planet turned out to be mostly jungle-covered with few small seas and humid atmosphere after a quick check to the ship's computer data. It's natives were

described to be tall and burly, not exactly the weakest species around to the boys' chagrin. The duo hadn't dared yet to exit the pod, not without first checking the facts. That was something Bardock had drilled into their heads; always prepare and check the info and facts. It ups your survival rate at least few critical notches.

Kakarotto and Vegeta also noted that they had no scouters, battle armour whatsoever or even food supplies. First aid kit was also missing from the pod's base equipment and they were going to their first purge ever. This were looking good right from the start. Not!

" You know Kakarotto... I think all the Elites really must hate us; particularly you," Vegeta remarked dryly, after their predicament and state of equipment had been made clear, and got a sharp glare from his comrade, showing his joke was not appreciated at the moment.

" Whatever... just let's kick as many asses as we can and get the fuck out of here! I promised my sire not to die; I promised to change the way of my life!" He declared and kicked the space pod's hatch open and hopped out. " You coming, Ve? We have a week to clear everything and five minutes can prove essential in the end."

Vegeta, encouraged by his friend's bold words, nodded with a dark smirk. Hell, he was the prince, not meant to be handling work like this and he was likely to die when he really couldn't afford that. He had a planet to rule in the future and Kakarotto's words of the promise to change just reminded him of his own promise to be a better ruler and make things better. And they still had their devious little master plan to pull off.

Dying couldn't be thus afforded.

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The humid and hot air hit them like a wall, making the boys sweat in an instant. The jungle loomed all around them ominously and weird sounds echoed around. The data had stated that the folks of this planet were advanced enough for space traveling but the environment falsely suggested otherwise. Vegeta knew his chances of survival were far greater than Kakarotto's since his powerlevel registered as one of the highest in the civilized universe nearing 3500. The gravity on the planet was far less than on planet Vegetasei and that too was giving them an edge.

The twosome had barely took several steps outside the pod when the natives came about, alerted by their own technological devices and radars. Large and brutish looking with hidden intelligence shining in the strange green eyes and decent looking clothes. It took about five seconds on their part to realize their beloved abode was under invasion from the Saiyain race and let out war shout. Vegeta and Kakarotto could only stare in shock as the small army charged, some flying, other by foot, chi blasts building and weapons being drawn.

All the dumbfounded children could do was stare, for now.

" Shit, we're so gonna die..." he muttered quietly and sarcastically but Kakarotto still heard it.

" Shut the hell up already! You whine more than a bitch in heat! What if instead of dying you concentrated on living? You know I could really use a crash course on flying right now..." Kakarotto gritted his teeth sourly, not quite feeling a part of one of the most powerful and superior races in the universe.

" Bet ya could, Kakarotto, bet ya could..." Vegeta readied himself and assumed his fighting stance, on defense. Kakarotto followed suit, determined to live though the hell they were about to enter. Their pulses were speeding up, every sense they had felt sharpened and more acute, blood roared in their veins singing a thudding and oddly joyous melody for the upcoming battle. Black eyes narrowing into an intimidating scowl, confident asshole smirks on their faces they clashed with the enemy.

The feeling was one that neither one had experienced before. The pure instinctual Saiyajin defense reaction to the real battle. In a spar this feeling almost never occurred because there was no real threat for one's life which would wake the instinctual defense adrenaline rush.

Dodging the attack of the enemy, Kakarotto jumped high into air chi blast in his hands he released them into the suddenly-formed mayhem underneath him. His ears were pounding in the rhythm of his heart, everything was distant as he fought with pure instinct, echoes of all the experiences and advice his father had bestowed on him. Firing more blasts into the attacking troops, he practically saw some of them burn into dust while others were only pierced by the blasts, blood spurting and pained screams filling the air.

So be it.

With a yell he dove into the battle, executing attacks left and right, plunging his way through the masses. His fist crashed into a face, caving it in completely. His kick broke a neck. His chi blast pierced a heart. Everything echoed in his ears in slowly as he realized he was actually killing eight feet tall giants, bludgeoning them into pulps. He had no other choice but to kill. In a moment Kakarotto learned the truth of the battle called 'kill or be killed'. It was literally just that.

Fight for your life.

Staying alive.

He wasn't sure when or where but he was flying and raining destruction from the heavens. He recognized Vegeta with the same twisted smirk and distant eyes fighting nearby, killing just as ruthlessly as he himself was. And enemy blast grazed his left arm and scorched his skin but he didn't feel the pain of it. Only weird numbness and wetness he felt and blood began slowly trickling from the minor wound, crusting almost immediately for it was only a scratch.

It was a bloodbath.

Carnage they left behind.

Vegeta screamed his aura flaring around him and blowing the overwhelming number of enemies away. He had come to realized how easy it was to kill someone with a single chi blast. Gone was the strategy and fluent movement of graceful martial arts, just mindless instinctual actions remained and worked. It had nothing to do his father's teachings or Nappa's fine battle strategies. Vegeta understood fuzzily that those lessons on tactics and such were for a commander of the army, someone who'd never enter real battle, just order the army around so less soldiers got killed or certain goal was accomplished. Such strategies would never work on the field... Vegeta felt out of control, controlled by his survival instincts. No pain, no feeling except the mirthful song in his veins, he just fought to stay alive. Occasionally watching out for the younger Saiyajin he was astounded how well Kakarotto with his low powerlevel was handling himself in a fight: he was causing more destruction and carnage than some one of his powerlevel should be able to.

He wasn't quite sure when they had arrived into a city area and when Kakarotto had learnt to fly. He gathered all his power and in a second the city underneath was demolished along with its inhabitants and defending soldiers. But more kept coming. The Saiyajin children had no idea how long they had been engaged into a combat and neither one was aware of the tears streaming down their dirty and blood-soaked cheeks.

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A/N: Hmm... I really have no idea how this chapter is: great, bad, mediocre... oh well, it's written and done and again I have left people hanging in there... Next chapter shall be up soon(ish/ner)! JA NE!