I've decided to redo Chapter two. It's probably not as good as the first one, but it'll match with the third chapter. I hope to still keep you all interested for the third chapter is also up to read.

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Chapter Two: Memories

Coordinates: XF50

Outer Space: Route to North Quadrant

Two months has already passed on their journey to the far reaches of the galaxy. Both Prince Vegeta and Kakarot not even once spoken a word to one another since the departure off Frieza's spaceship. Each child left to their own thoughts. Neither one wanting to speak much to the other. Silence apparently being the only thing the two wished for nothing more amongst each other. Even being the only thing that the two actually agreed on once their way at a far enough distance away from the tyrant's ship. Truly neither one liked the other. Prince Vegeta considering his young accomplice nothing more but a weakling while Kakarot thought of him as a rude, self-centered, stuck up kid. The two didn't precisely or predicted what would happen once the real battle took place for each knew that they wouldn't help one another. At least that's what the Prince had said.

Prince Vegeta sat with his back resting against the soft cushioned seat. One leg crossed over the other with his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes briefly closed as his mind filled with thoughts of the past. His memories of the events that took place before the fall of his home planet. The so-called incident that was the cause of the explosion… his father whom he was taken abruptly away from. Everything still a memory embedded in his mind as he still sought for answers. Trying to solve this mystery himself and see if his suspicions were correct as it was Frieza who was the one responsible for the Saiyan's downfall. Trying to find his proof. So far these past seven years have been a waste. Nothing being his only results. But he wouldn't give up. Not so easily. Something truly did happen that day seven years ago. Something treacherous. He had to find out what. He just had to. For if Frieza was truly the one whom had betrayed them then the bastard better expect payback to come against him. For Vegeta intended to end the tyrant's life once and for all. Make him endure the pain his people did when he destroyed their planet. Make the monster pay… for killing his father.

Vegeta remembered his words to his attendant Nappa that day after he had received news of the attack. "Don't become too impatient Nappa for someday we'll have our day. You'll see. The day will come when we will no longer have to take anymore orders from him." The words echoed through his head like an endless record. He remembered his words. The anger behind them. The hatred he felt that very moment. Everything. The looks on his comrades faces when he made them that promise of victory one day as he would break the invisible shackles the tyrant had restrained around them. Freeing them forever from his clutches. Avenging those have fallen victims. Killing the tyrant with his own two hands. With his father gone he had to step up and take responsibility for the saiyans that still remain under him. Nappa, Raditz, and as much as he hated to admit, the runt sleeping next to him in the other space pod. Kakarot, apparently the lone wolf saiyan. From what he heard the kid never paired up with anyone. Always wanting to work alone since his first day working on purging planets. Never minding of being alone. Vegeta, on the other hand, always had Nappa with him since his first day on a mission. His father, King Vegeta, assigning the man to him. They made a good team. Nappa watched his back every step of the way. They had nothing in comparison to each other. He was First Class elite while Kakarot was Third Class. He just wondered how things would play out between him and the low level runt when actual battle took place.

Just then the sound of someone yawning is heard through the small, rectangular speaker in his space pod. Situated on the control panel in front of him. It seems like the little brat finally had woken up. Damn it. Just when he was enjoying the peace and utter silence that surrounded him. Now broken by the sound of the kid's voice. He wondered if the little pest knew he had turned on his ship's communication system.

"This is boring. Are we there yet?," whined the voice of Kakarot through the Prince's speaker.

So much for peace and quiet, thought the Prince to himself. "No not yet. We haven't even come close to reaching the halfway point kid,"he replied with a hint of annoyance already in his tone.

"Huh? Prince Vegeta? You heard me?," asked Kakarot. Apparently not picking up on the older child's tone.

Vegeta closed his eyes for a few seconds as he thought of what ignorance the child he was forced to pair up with was. Such a simpleminded kid who didn't even know what half of the controls on his ship did. "Of course I can hear you, you imbecile. You have your COM system on!," replied the Prince a bit louder than intended. His temper was truly short.

"Huh it is?" A short moment of silence was the response. Just when Vegeta thought it had ended Kakarot's voice echoed through the speaker again. "Oh yeah it was. My bad. But you didn't have to yell you know."

"Idiot."

"I heard that you know. If you were trying to insult me behind my back you should've disconnected."

"Yeah well you were intended to hear it brat." Vegeta opened his eyes. "You're such a nuisance."

"What's that suppose to mean?," argued back the youngest of the two. This time Kakarot's voice sounding to be on the verge of snapping.

"It means you're annoying. Irritating. Unbearable of being around."

"Like you're one to talk. You annoy me just as bad."

"Good."

Silence for a full three seconds. Vegeta smirked at his victory yet again. This kid was just too easy to defeat when it came to verbal insults. It showed that the kid still respected him by his rank over him. An elite always wins against a low class for their words are just as empty as their rank. Turning off his COM system for their short little discussion had ended. Vegeta decided now would be a good time to relax. For he knew the kid would remain quiet for the rest of the time being.

"What a jerk," said Kakarot as he turned off his own COM system. "Who does he think he is anyway. Just because he ranks higher than me." Laying back Kakarot shifted his gaze and his thoughts elsewhere. Ignoring and forgetting about the annoying Prince that sat in the ship flying next to his own. He didn't understand what he did to deserve this? He was much better off on his own. That's what he's been doing since day one. No one else's life on his shoulder's but his own. Fighting and attaining victory his way. Now he was forced to work with this guy. Prince Annoying. What was this kid's problem? Why did he hate him so much? They have never even spoken to one another. Sure he's seen Prince Vegeta walking the grounds of the landing deck when he would arrive then leave for another mission. Words never exchanged and their glances only lasted for less than half a second as they would pass each other by. Even then the Prince gave him that hard stare. Apparently letting him know he didn't like him. Or even considered him one of them. Raditz and Nappa always seen accompanying him while he worked alone. It didn't matter. He was better off without them anyway. He completed his missions unscathed so no one else's opinions mattered.

Closing his eyes for a brief moment Kakarot let out a frustrated sigh. Clearing his mind from any unwanted thoughts. He needed to focus on his mission at hand. North Quadrant. He's never been to that far side of the galaxy before. He wondered what it was like. What kind of opponents it might have. Would they be strong? A new challenge for him? Someone who would actually give him competition? He should hoped so. He hasn't had any competition since ever. No one being able to even land a good solid hit on him. Not even most of Frieza's elites whom he sparred with could do much damage. Hopefully this mission had an upside to it besides purging it for Frieza.

Resting his head back against the seat Kakarot decided he should've added more time to his sleep. But now since he was awake he might as well just deal with it. Though the ride was boring they still had a long way to go. Maybe if he was lucky he'd be able to fall asleep again. Hopefully this time add a bit more time to his cold sleep. Shifting his gaze up towards the only circular window residing in his ship Kakarot let his eyes wander outside. Just darkness of space. The only source of light were the many thousand sparkling, dazzling stars that danced in the black sheet of space. So many of them just shining. It was times like this he enjoyed the peace and quiet. Just him flying alone like always. Away from the damn tyrant as possible. Though he was forced to work under the bastard didn't mean he liked being around him much or even at all. Why? He didn't know. Just an anger apparently built up on it's own. A hatred that he couldn't explain. A feeling in his gut that told him that Frieza wasn't who he appeared to be. Almost as if there was something the tyrant did that made this anger in him grow. Sometimes he was told it was a good thing to help make him stronger. Use what makes you angry to make you more fierce, cruel, and heartless. Not care for anyone. For if so it was a sign of weakness. A warrior never sunk down to such emotions. They were cold, ruthless, and cruel. Full-fledged assassins. Cold-blooded killers. This was his birthright. His destiny. To fight till the day he died on the battlefield like a true warrior… like his father.

Kakarot looked away. Shifting his gaze elsewhere to stare at the many controls that help function the space pod. Multiple bright colors mainly consisting of blue, red, and yellow blinking in rhythm and sync every so often. In patterns as they flashed in a slow pace. Kakarot crossed his arms over his chest. His small legs barely touching down on the ground for his small height he couldn't touch the space pod's floor. His tail swayed lazily from one side to the other as it rested at his right. His thoughts continued to play on.

Father, thought Kakarot himself. The word sounded so foreign. The one man he had never met. For he was told his father died on Vegeta the day it was destroyed. He knew nothing about him. Not even how he looked like. Only Raditz did and they never talked at all. His brother mostly never bothers to mention him. So it was natural when he heard the word 'father' he drew up a blank picture. Sometimes he would think he never had one. He was just born to endure such pain and taunt from the other elites. So far, from what he knew, he was the only low level present on the ship. Even his nii-san was ranked up to First Class. Probably because he worked on Vegeta's team. That is before all of this happened and he got stuck with the arrogant, headed Prince.

They were so different and complete opposites that he doubt that they would complete this mission at the appointed time that Frieza wanted. He'd be surprised if they could survive each other. So far, for all he knew, the Prince would be more than happy to have him annihilated. Hell maybe the arrogant Prince would want to do it himself just because his power surpassed Kakarot's. But no matter. As much as he hated to admit it Vegeta was stronger than him… for the moment, but in due time that all would change. As he had appointed before. He intended to become the strongest saiyan warrior in the universe. No matter what it takes. Nothing and no one would ever prevent him from getting what he desired most… power beyond belief.

Kakarot let out a sigh of frustration. All this waiting and sitting around was driving him crazy. Usually he didn't mind flying through space alone and his cold sleep would last longer than before. Now he didn't know what to do. He couldn't fall asleep again, and the Prince sure wasn't one for conversation either he bet for he wasn't one for too much socializing either. Now that he thought about it though they were complete opposites they were somewhat alike in a way. Both aiming for the same goal, except he had no intention of fighting Frieza for he knew the consequences for that kind of treason. The tyrant was strong. Stronger than the four of them combined. Regardless of Prince Vegeta, Nappa, and Raditz being elites. They were still no match against Frieza. Now that he thought about it why did the Prince sought after the bastard's head? What did Frieza do that pissed off Vegeta so much? Not like it would take very long to anger the Prince anyway. But still he wondered? Even Nappa and Raditz wanted him dead. What for? Was it because of the way he treated them? Though all three of them got treated better than he did. They were at least elites. He was just a lone low level or was never told anything. Just picking up the slack and doing their dirty work. He touched missions that not even Frieza's elites wouldn't mess with. He wasn't one that scared easy. His will was strong. He was courageous, fearless. Everything they weren't. What exactly was going on through his brother's head that he wasn't telling him.

Brothers? That wasn't even one to describe how they treated one another. Like he stated before they mostly never talked. Just complete strangers to one another. He knew nothing of Raditz and his brother could careless about knowing a thing about him. All except that they were born from the same mother, had the same father, and that was pretty much it. Raditz was an elite, former low level Kakarot might've guessed before his rank up, and he was a Third Class. The lowest of the entire race. Just like his father was a low level soldier. He wondered if the man ever had to endure taunts like he did. All the insults, mock, and the list goes on. Kakarot closed his eyes for a brief moment. All this thinking was giving him a headache. He had to just stop before he drove himself crazy with all this thinking of the past. He had to look forward to the future. The North Quadrant, his next mission. Their next mission.

That's the end of Chapter two. Not really as long either though. But if you wish to leave a review for this one go right ahead. It'll be really appreciated. And remember no flames. Thank you all for taking the time to read my story. Your reviews mean alot.