Hello again all. I want to thank everyone who reviewed this story so far and for sticking with the story. I know it's coming out to a slow start to some of you but once again I promise that there is a reason for all of that but you will be seeing our lovely couple rip each other's throats apart then get steamy really soon I promise.

In the beginning of this chapter the year is 1955. Vegeta is 30 years old. The majority of the chapter is a flashback so he will be 15 years old for the remainder of the chapter. The year in the flashback is 1940.

I hope there's no confusion. If so let me know in your review.

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Don't Go Chasing Waterfalls

The chaser stopped a few feet from Vegeta, attaching the silencer onto his gun before cocking his weapon. Vegeta scooted backwards on the palm of his heels, his back hitting the wet brick wall. He tried to take in his surroundings. He figured if he was going to die, he might as well take a good look at the last place that he was ever going to see before his eyes closed for good.

He was panting heavily, swallowing hard with every breath that he took. Everything around him was a blur. He looked to be in an abandoned alley of some sort. It was a long narrow gap between two old, brick-walled, terraced buildings built many years ago. It was cold and uninviting.It smelt strongly of stale urine and feces. The walls ran with slime which covered the now long forgotten graffiti brickwork.

He glanced at the wall behind him, his heart sinking at the fact that he was cornered with no way out. He turned back and fixed his teary eyes squarely on his executor, his mind racing and lips quivering uncontrollably. This was it. His time was up. The hooded man raised his arm and pointed the gun at his head. Whispers of prayer resounded in the dark alleyway. He closed his eyes and accepted his fate. Tonight, he would leave this world and all the pain behind. His only regret was that he wasn't able to take…take his…take his what?

Vegeta slowly opened his eyes as awoke from his dream. No longer a nightmare since it didn't scare him anymore. It had been the same dream that he'd been having for fifteen years now. The same one that he'd had every night shortly after his mother was killed, but had stopped the night he encountered the spirit of his deceased mother in their kitchen.

Every night that Vegeta would have the dream, he would recall seeing or feeling something new that he didn't previously see or feel in his other dreams. This time it was the location. Based on what he remembered from the dream, he could tell that he was in an alley.

'But what alley?' He thought.

There were dozens of alleys in Chicago that looked and smelled exactly the way the one in his dream did. He could've been in any alley in the city.

Vegeta also remembered feeling that same pang that he would feel every morning when he woke up from having the dream. It was always right before the dream ended; before he could figure out what it was that he was regretting. Well at least he figured out one thing, that he was regretting to take something.

'Take what though?' Vegeta mused.

'What would I want to take with me if I was dying?' He pondered on.

Nothing made sense. Nothing!

It was unnerving.

Vegeta hadn't had the dream for five years straight at one point. It had stopped after that night in his kitchen when he was ten years old. The dreams started up again the night he met his boss Frieza when he was fifteen.

Now fifteen years later, the dream still plagued his mind every night and he couldn't understand why. He thought back to the night that he met Frieza fifteen years ago in the alley three blocks from his house…

Flashback…

Vegeta decided to take the shortcut home, it was getting late and the last place he wanted to be was in the mean streets of Chicago late at night. He veered left into the alleyway that would take him straight onto his block instead of going all the way around the big old warehouse building. His mother hated alleys. She always told Vegeta never to walk down one alone, especially at night. He was younger then, but he was older now.

Fifteen to be exact.

He figured he could handle walking down this alleyway by himself, since he did so almost every night.

Vegeta had no idea that he would be walking into a life altering situation.

Vegeta noticed a few people in the middle of the alleyway huddled up around something or…someone. As he got closer he was able to see that it was a total of five guys, including the one on the ground. Vegeta stopped dead in his tracks as he recognized one of the guys of the group.

His name was Frieza.

The most notorious mob boss/crime lord in all of Chicago.

He recognized his goons as well. It was Zarbon, Dodoria, and Cui. All code names he assumed. Seriously who would give their children these names?

Zarbon was the tallest of them all, standing at a height of six feet and three inches. He had his long dark brown hair tied back into a ponytail going down his back. He had a lean, slender yet muscular frame. His suit was as black as the night sky, as were all of the suits that Frieza's men wore. He wore rings on every finger which was now covered in the blood of the man on the floor.

Dodoria was almost as tall as Zarbon coming in at a height of just six feet. He was the biggest of them all. He looked to be about four hundred pounds, with his stomach making up most of his weight. His black hair was jelled into short tiny spikes going in every direction making him look as crazy as he already was. He enjoyed torturing Frieza's victims. It was one of the main reasons Frieza still kept that tub of lard around.

Cui seemed the least intimidating of them all, which he was in comparison to the three other men, but he was not to be underestimated. Standing at a height of just a little over five feet and seven inches, Cui was a bald and slender man. He had a light muscular build and was just as cold and calculating as Frieza himself. He and Dodoria did most of the beating seeing as Zarbon didn't want to get his pretty little hands dirty. Zarbon was more of a shoot once and get it over with kind of guy, but would do what he had to do to please his boss, even if it did mean getting down and dirty.

Surprisingly enough, the man with the height of five feet five also baring a similar frame to Cui, was the most intimidating of them all. The entire city knew him as Frieza, the most ruthless, cruel, sadistic and most evil mob boss/crime lord of Chicago's history yet. Rumor had it that his head got burned in a house fire when he was young so he styled the remainder of his hair where half of it covered his burned scalp while the bald part glistened since it wasn't real skin. It wasn't his voice that seemed to have a feminine tune to it that made him intimidating, nor was it his physique seeing as how he was clearly a small man. No, it was the pure evil that radiated off of the man that gave him the reputation that he had today.

It was inexplicable.

The man just screamed 'Warning! Danger! Danger! DANGER!'

Frieza was also known for having impeccable aim. THAT, was what people feared the most about him. He'd never missed a shot in his life since he'd learned how to use a gun. Frieza could shoot someone right between the eyes from a mile away…while being blindfolded.

No no, Frieza was no ordinary individual…

…he was your worst nightmare.

As Vegeta stepped closer he could hear some of what Frieza was saying to the man on the floor, whom Vegeta assumed was someone who owed Frieza money but didn't pay his debt.

"Puh..p..please I beg you." The man on the ground pleaded.

"Haven't you done enough to me already?" He cried out.

"Apparently not enough seeing as you're still alive." Frieza replied condescendingly.

"Bu...but I already t...told you that I wo…would have your money ne…next week." The man on the ground stuttered out as he sobbed. He knew pleading with Frieza would get him nowhere but he just had to try.

"One week you say? Am I to starve because of your failure to pay your debt? What about my employees? Are they to starve as well due to your lack of payment? My my, I never knew you could be this selfish." Frieza retorted sardonically.

He didn't need this man's chump change. He had enough money to feed the entire city of Chicago for years. All this man owed Frieza was twenty dollars, but Frieza had other reasons for torturing this man tonight. He'd made his goons give the man the beating of his life. The man's face was barely identifiable.

"I think this man deserves a little more taste of what we do to people when we haven't eaten." Frieza ordered as Zarbon, Dodoria and Cui continued to brutally attack the poor man, using brass knuckles, steel pipes and bats as their choices of weapons.

The entire left side of the man's cheek was swollen and bruised with red and blues hues slowly forming on his face. His nose was completely broken out of place with no hope of ever healing properly. The middle of his bottom lip was split in half, dried up blood already forming as crust going down his chin. His left eye was entirely swollen shut and his right eye had a broken blood vessel causing the entire sclera to look bloodshot.

The man's face was utterly disfigured. His own family wouldn't even be able to recognize him.

And that's just how Frieza liked it.

He loved watching the news when authorities would discover a dead body, of his doing of course, and were unable to identify who the individual was, making it months before they could notify their families of their loss.

Vegeta couldn't believe what he was seeing with his own eyes. A man was being viciously assaulted by three men in the middle of an abandoned alleyway and there was not a damn thing that he could do to stop it.

It got very windy all of a sudden, as Vegeta felt himself slowly being pushed back by the wind causing him to backpedal a bit. He took that opportunity to fully back-step lightly on his tip toes out of the alley not wanting to get caught up in the situation that he unknowingly just walked in. As he slowly tried to back out, another surge of wind blew harder causing him to lose his balance and trip over a Cola can alerting everyone in the alley as he fell back onto the ground.

"Hey what was that?" Asked Zarbon, pausing in the middle of his assault of the man on the ground.

"I don't know, maybe a cat or something." Said Dodoria as he kicked the man in the face causing some of his teeth to fall out.

"Well what are you waiting for you imbecile, go and see what the disturbance was and take care of it." Frieza snapped to Dodoria.

Vegeta's heart rate began to accelerate as he heard the order that was given by Frieza. This was it. He knew that once he was spotted, he would be shot on the spot. He was hidden behind a few garbage cans, so that bought him some time. He closed his eyes as he silently called to his mother.

"Mother, I will see you soon." He whispered. Then he did the bravest thing he could think of.

He stood up surprising the approaching goon.

"What the…hey who is that? Who's there?" Yelled Dodoria at the individual hidden in the shadows of the alleyway.

"What the hell is this, a horror flick, just shoot whoever it is and get your ass back here!" Shouted Zarbon.

Vegeta put both his hands in the air as a sign of surrender as he stepped forward, under the only dimly lit alley street lamp. All the while the wind blew harder and harder making him side step a few times. He wasn't going to fight. He was going to take his death head on. He was going to look his executor in the eye and show him no fear.

He was going to take his death like a man.

"Oh it's just a kid!" Dodoria shouted back informing his boss and associates as Vegeta finally stepped into the light giving Dodoria a better view of him.

"Well you're a brave little soldier aren't you?" Dodoria teased as he pointed his gun at Vegeta.

Vegeta continued to slowly walk forward with his hands stilled raised toward his executor. The wind continued to blow incessantly causing some of the garbage can lids to crash into his feet as he walked. Vegeta couldn't help but feel as if the wind and the garbage lids were holding him back from his impending death somehow.

He stopped as soon as his forehead made contact with the mouth of Dodoria's gun.

"Haha…you just signed your death wish kid" Dodoria lightly chuckled out as he cocked his weapon.

"Hold it!"Frieza shrieked.

He saw the entire exchange.

Something about the bravery of this boy sparked his interest. Besides, the boy looked vaguely familiar. When Frieza stepped closer to Vegeta and the two made eye contact, Vegeta swallowed deeply, but held his head high, which Frieza admired a lot coming from someone as young as he. Most people cowered and begged Frieza for mercy, which he thought was futile because he never gave mercy.

Ever.

Frieza smiled as if there was some inside joke that he'd just heard that no one else seemed to catch. He placed his hand on Dodoria's bicep silently ordering him to lower his weapon, which Dodoria followed.

"What is your name young lad?" Frieza asked curiously.

"My name is Vegeta." Vegeta stated sternly. He did not want to show Frieza any fear or give Frieza any satisfaction before he took his life away.

"Vegeta, you say? Interesting. I believe I've heard that name before." Frieza stated turning his head to the side to look back at the man that was half dead and beaten on the ground.

"Follow me Vegeta. I have a proposition for you." Frieza continued as he fully turned around and walked in the direction of the man that they were beating just a few moments ago.

Vegeta was utterly confused at this point. 'Proposition? What kind of 'proposition' could Frieza possibly have for me?' Vegeta contemplated to himself.

Whatever it was…it didn't sound good!

As Vegeta followed Frieza, the wind intensified even more causing Vegeta to step back a bit making him bump into one of Frieza's men who was trailing close behind him; probably in case he tried to run he thought. He was able to get a closer look at the damage that was done to the victim on the ground. Vegeta could barely make out the face of the individual on the ground. The sight of the man's damaged face brought back the worst memories of when his father would take his anger out on his mother physically. Her face never got this damaged but the black eye and busted lip was close enough.

"Here's what I want you to do for me." Frieza proposed as he outstretched his hand to Dodoria for him to hand him the gun so that he could hand it to Vegeta.

"You have two choices. I want you to kill this man or…" but before Frieza could give Vegeta his second choice Vegeta shot the man ten times in a fit of rage that was unknown to the other men in the alley. He didn't stop until every bullet in the gun was unloaded into the man's body and all that could be heard was the clicking sound of the empty clip. He imagined that the man was his mother's executor and this was his chance at avenging her death. No longer did he see the helpless heap of a man lying on the ground. All he saw was the man who killed his mother getting what he deserved.

Frieza was delighted to say the least, taking Vegeta's lapse in reality as a sign of having the same sick twisted mentality that he had. He wasn't expecting Vegeta to respond so eagerly. He was going to tell Vegeta that he either killed the man or he'd have to kill himself, which Frieza thought was a kind gesture seeing as how he liked to torture his victims before he killed them.

Even the young innocent ones.

The wind gave one final blow carrying with it the soul of the man that Vegeta had just killed. He was breathing heavily. He had just taken the life of someone else. His mother was probably turning in her grave right now.

Vegeta collapsed on the ground on his hands and knees dropping the gun next to him in the process. What had he just done? He'd taken the life of some (probably not innocent since he was involved with Frieza) man that he didn't know, and for no reason at all. He wasn't thinking straight. All he thought about was the asshole who killed his mother and getting revenge for her death.

"There there now young one." Frieza cooed to Vegeta as if he was coddling a mere child.

"That man you just killed was scumbag. Trust me you did everyone a favor by ridding the world of that worthless piece of trash." Frieza reasoned.

He liked Vegeta. He saw in him a young man with the potential to be a nonstop killing machine once he got the hang of it. He was so young too. Younger than Frieza was when he entered the game. Frieza knew that he would be able to mold Vegeta into the soldier that he wanted.

"I like you Vegeta. You have such a uniqueness about you." Frieza encouraged.

"How would you like to work for me…fulltime?" Frieza asked.

Vegeta was taken aback by Frieza's second proposition of the night. Work for Frieza? Fulltime? What exactly did that entail? Whatever it was he knew it wasn't anything good.

"Work for you? Fulltime? Doing what exactly?" Vegeta questioned

"So many questions, what is this, the Spanish Inquisition? Frieza asked sardonically.

"I do not like to be questioned Vegeta. I get enough of that nonsense from the authorities and now you have the nerve to stand here and question me? I could very well take your life you do know that don't you?" Frieza snapped. The nerve of this fool to question him after sparing his life Frieza thought.

"I just want to know what I am getting myself into, that is all" Vegeta reasoned. Though he did not want to lose his life, he also did not want to show Frieza any fear either.

"In time you will know all the details. For now just know that if you agree your life will be changed forever. If you chose not to work for me, then I will simply let you go on your merry way." Frieza lied.

There was no way in hell he was just going to let Vegeta go after what had just transpired. He was going to kill him right there on the spot if he didn't accept.

Not without brutal physical persuasion of course.

"I will give you a luxurious place to live, any automobile you would like and access to a bank account full of money. The perks will only get better as you work for me. What do say Vegeta?" Frieza proposed.

Vegeta looked to his right down the remainder of the alleyway. In that direction was his home. His mother was dead, his father was a dead beat and they were broke. Vegeta looked to his left at Frieza and his men. In this direction was a life that he wasn't expecting. A life of luxury, money, cars and undoubtedly a life of crime. He wasn't stupid. He knew that Frieza would kill him the second he declined his offer.

However, he didn't let that notion manipulate his decision.

"Fine. I accept." Vegeta finally agreed.

"Excellent choice." Frieza stated coolly. He knew that Vegeta would accept his offer. Who wouldn't?

"I only ask for one thing in return." Frieza demanded darkly.

"What's that?" Vegeta asked.

"Your loyalty." Said Frieza

"You will remain loyal to me to the very end. You must serve me until your dying breath and you must never under any circumstances betray me or I. Will. Kill. You." Frieza threatened.

"Do we have a deal?" He asked Vegeta.

Vegeta closed his eyes and silently begged his mother for forgiveness before replying…

"Yes Frieza. We have a deal."

…End of Flashback.

Fifteen years later, Vegeta didn't realize that what he'd signed up for with Frieza, would soon be the worst mistake of his life.

I hope you all like this chapter. I titled it "Don't Go Chasing Waterfalls" after the TLC music video "Waterfalls". If you get a chance please go and watch it on youtube and you will understand exactly why I did so. Trust me the story would make a lot more sense to you after you have watched that video. Here is the link to the video. You don't have to watch all of it just the first part and it should explain everything about some of what was going on in the alley. watch?v=8WEtxJ4-sh4

I know I promised you Frieza in this chapter and I gave him to you.

Next chapter Bulma makes her debut. I wonder what that's going to be like.

Anyway I hope you liked it please review.