A/N: Well, here's Chapter 12. Thanks to Cara2012, Alchemylover19, LaughableBunny, and DBZer16 for all the reviews on Chapter 11. And as promised, this Chapter is longer than the last one. I hope you guys all like this new Chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of the characters, Akira Toriyama does.

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Two days passed and young Vegeta was able to leave the healing room.

Now the Saiyan prince sat in his bedroom, looking out the window. He saw two Saiyan pods zoom off. Two more Saiyans on another purging mission for Frieza.

Frieza...

There was nothing that Vegeta hated more than that lizard. He had let his lieutenant loose on Vegeta, he had insulted Vegeta's father, and disgraced their people. The Saiyans didn't really like going on the purging missions. It was true that they liked fighting, but they weren't mindless killers.

Yet now, many were started to get it in their heads that they were mindless killers. Frieza's influence had twisted the minds of most of the Saiyan race. Now they were a poor excuse of the proud and noble race they had once been.

It angered young Vegeta how they were starting to make it look like everything Frieza said about them was true. They were turning into the brutish monsters the Ice-Jin described them as.

The young prince turned away from the window and stared up at the ceiling. It felt good to get out of of the healing room. But when the five-year-old Saiyan had tried to head to the training room, Malaka had told him that he wasn't in any shape to fight or train at the time, that he needed to rest.

Vegeta had hoped that his father would convince the doctor to let him train, but King Vegeta had agreed with Malaka and had taken Vegeta to his bedroom and told him to rest. Vegeta had reluctantly done as his father said, even though he wasn't tired.

That's when Vegeta decided to ask his father how long before he could train. He knew at this time of the day his father would be in the throne room, talking with his advisor Zorn about another purging mission for Frieza.

Vegeta knew his father was busy, but he really wanted to see his father. So, with that, the young prince got up and headed to the throne room.

...In the throne room...

Zorn and King Vegeta were pulled out of their conversation to turn to the door as it opened. In walked little Vegeta.

"Zorn, could you leave? I need to speak to my son in private", King Vegeta said.

"Of course, Sir", Zorn nodded and walked out of the throne room.

"What is it, Vegeta?" King Vegeta asked, turning to his son.

"When am I gonna be able to start training again, Daddy?" Vegeta asked.

"Malaka said it might be a while", his father answered.

Before Vegeta could say anything back, the door opened and Zorn raced in, looking terrified.

"King Vegeta, Frieza's coming", he said, his voice filled with panic.

Without warning, King Vegeta picked his son up and hurried back to the prince's room.

"Daddy, what's going on?" Vegeta asked as his father opened the door to his room and ran in.

"There's no time to explain right now, I'll tell you when Frieza leaves", King Vegeta answered, setting the Saiyan prince down on his bed.

Vegeta was confused. What was going on? Why was his father acting like he was afraid? Vegeta had always thought his father wasn't afraid of anything. So why was he suddenly acting like it?

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An hour passed and Vegeta turned to the door as it opened and in walked his father.

The Saiyan king walked slowly over to his small son.

"What was going on earlier, Daddy?" the little boy asked, looking scared.

"Frieza doesn't think you're alive right now", King Vegeta answered, sitting at the end of his son's bed.

Little Vegeta crawled towards his father and climbed into his lap.

"Why does he think that?" the small prince asked.

"Because, a few days ago in the healing room, I almost lost you", his father said.

King Vegeta explained about the doctors saying that Vegeta's insides had been damaged, but it had actually turned out to be the mistake of one of the doctors. Unfortunately, for his serious error, the doctor had been blasted. Not to the point that it killed him, but now he was in the healing room as a patient rather than a doctor.

"So, Frieza thinks I'm dead now?" Vegeta asked, trying to make sense of his father's words.

King Vegeta nodded.

"That's a good thing, isn't it?" young Vegeta asked.

"Yes, it is", his father answered as the Saiyan child snuggled against him.

"Does that mean Zarbon won't hurt me anymore?" Vegeta questioned.

"Yes", his father answered him.

"Will you stay here with me until I fall asleep, Daddy?" the small prince requested.

"Of course, my son", King Vegeta answered.

With that, little Vegeta crawled into his bed.

A little while later, the small Saiyan began to relax under the watchful eyes of his father and slowly drifted off to sleep.

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Well, I hate to say it, but this story is drawing to a close. There'll be at least two or three more Chapters, maybe more, but not too many.

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