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A/N: I would just like to thank the people who have taken the time to leave comments and follows. Thank you for your suggestions but Goku isn't going to appear in this story; he doesn't get to be the hero this time. Please enjoy Goten and Trunks adventure as they are a great duo and ripe for comedy imo.

Netaam is a pun on two Japanese words for "feeling" making the planet be planet of feelings.

I don't own DBZ

The soul of a saiyan in battle, his mantra is to kill or die with honor. Every opponent worthy is given that honor, therefore joining their brethren in the cycle of blood that has made the saiyan army the individual horror cried out from their victims when they ravish planets of lives and rape the others of their dignity. That was the sole reminder the prince had with him the day he was given to the tyrant of the universe, his sole tie to his people and his pride. His compliance was met when Freeza threaten his father's life. But the prince would quickly prove his own brand of cold and calculating obedience that would not only put him in the top tier of elite fighters in the planet trade organization, but it also made him Freeza's favorite for rooting out planets that showed any sort of resistance that were beneath the pinnacle of the elites; always reminding the young prince that no saiyan would ever reach that plateau. But every battle felt invigorating; every victory was a skill under his belt, the scattered bodies were trophies he kept for himself because he was there, not a coward, he had honor and pride.

Netaam was a planet well known for its converted soil energy. Everything there was made from converted energy; making it one of the most attractive planets on the market. Freeza could use the Netaamians technology for his own swelling army and make huge revenues from its purging. It was impressive to say the least; that much the prince admitted when he stepped out of his space pod. But the Netaamians, they were proof that Freeza had a terribly evil sense of humor. How could any elite warrior be sent to destroy such weaklings? Serendipitously the planet's lunar cycle was similar to Vejitasai and luckily tonight was a full moon. The Netaamians wrapped safe in their technology had no idea the loud echoing roar that rippled over the planet would be the last thing any of them ever heard again.

It always ended fast. The carnage, the enjoyment of battle was orgasmic, it was saiyan; the reason he had to fight, it flowed through his veins as much as his own blood did. And the bodies, oh the bodies they fell to the ground and the sound they made under his might did tantalize him. The cries of the dead would be the encore to each strike and by the end he would feel bitter about how it wasn't anything a saiyan baby couldn't do. Why couldn't he get the challenges that where offered to saiyans of much lower rank? Was Freeza was deliberately trying to bring him to his knees, Vegeta the Prince of Saiyans? No matter he thought; bringing back his composure he was earning a reputation for. Vegeta sunk down on a boulder; he always hated the waiting part. Zarbon always made sure to take his time approving his confirmations, he had made his nuance clear to the prince the moment they met and Vegeta vowed to himself that the snake would met his end by a saiyan hand. The bodies that encompassed his throne began to seep out an odor that drew in its only vulture; Prince Vegeta did love the smell of death even if it was cheaply acquired. A tinge of exhaustion strained through his body; taking out the garbage was beginning to make his muscles sore and waiting for Zarbon's childish response was becoming incessantly irritating. He let the hot air in his throat escape, he had his soldier's rationing tucked in his armor but, ehh he never could stand the taste of the protein supplements. They would never had the nuances of the tasty feasts he was used to in his father's banquet hall, but what they lacked in taste they made up for in for in their herbal remedies.

Vegeta flicked his scouter to see if Zarbon had sent the necessary code for docking; bastard, does he think I'm going to wait forever? His cold throne had become nothing but a thorn in his side waiting for the likes of that serpent to give him the thumbs up so he could get out of this miserable place and get some decent food. Vegeta stalked over to his pod, the glare of the full moon was ever present and though a noble, he could control himself in his converted form. It was always harder to communicate through the scouter in oozaru form; this naturally would be when Zarbon would finally answer. Vegeta pounded the code into the pod opening the latch; he sunk into the chair pulling the scouter off his head as he inputted his intended coordinates into the main computer.

He still had to wait for that bastard though, this…this was a humiliation he couldn't, wouldn't let Zarbon live much longer for… regardless of Freeza.

Bardock knew the gravity of the situation he'd been thrown in. Whoever had named him defender of the universe either hated him with a passion or was a coward with a big mouth and a wide audience, probably the latter. He knew he had some popularity from the third ranks, his squad besting the supposed "best" of Freeza's elite that had become the battle whispers of lower lever soldiers who secretly cheered him on hoping by proxy he would defeat Freeza. But they would never actually voice it as a fact would they? Would they actually say they saw him give Freeza the final death blow?

Goten laced his hand around Bardock's grip; his touch pulled him from his thoughts, the boy was a comfort that he didn't know how to describe. All he could do was tousle the boy's hair stimulating his all too familiar giggle. Trunks had relented his stance, they had come to a silent agreement between the two of them; a stoic understanding, a subtle respect between the two warriors that anyone could read in their stern glances. Trunks opened his mouth to say something when Bardock's eyes glazed over like he had been struck from behind, he collapsed to his knees with his arms firm in front of him. Cold sweats poured out from his body, Goten rushed to his side repeating with a washed out sound what was wrong. Before the doctor could grab the portable heart monitor Bardock threw up his hand. His breathing had increased to the point of exhaustion, but he shook his head at the doctor who tried to fight Bardock's insistence. A smile sprawled over his face.

"I just had a vision…"

"So you got your powers back?" Trunks smirked as Bardock leaned against his hunched knees.

"Yeah, and I know where the other saiyans are."

"Where are they?" Goten piped trying to help Bardock along.

"There in the bunker like I told you before, but it seems they went there under false pretenses." Bardock let the chuckle fall out from his throat. Trunks pointed his eyebrow thinking the exhaustion must have gotten the better of his senses.

"So why is it so funny?" Trunks thought there might be an after effect from the machine he spent the better part of the day in.

"It isn't funny at all, I… was just glad I hadn't lost my sight. It's the only connection I have to Kakarott…" he steadied himself on his palm. Trunks had heard Bardock say that name before but didn't think much of it, he still didn't think much of it but something nagged at the back of him mind. Hadn't his father said that name before? At the Worlds Martial Arts Tournament perhaps? But that would mean that this guy had some sort of connection with… Trunks froze his neurons when it finally hit him. Of course! We're in the past it had to be, no genetic lottery could be that coincidental. Then Kakarrot is Goku?

Now Trunks had a secret of his own and when he wanted something from Goten in the near future he could just lord it over him that he knows something about Bardock and Goten would do anything to know. How prefect was this? Trunks kept his grin bright across his face, inside though he was laughing at his new power but like any attack he had to spring it at the perfect time.

"So Bardock where are those saiyans huh?" Trunks brushed his thumb by his nose.

"I think it would be better if I just showed you." Bardock took Goten by his palm and grabbed Trunks' wrist. His vision spilled into the boys head as if it were their own memory. They saw the saiyans cowered down in the bunker, most looked annoyed and very tense; the droll of the room left little to understand what was going on outside of it. One of the female saiyans who pushed her way to the front of the room asked a burly creature with stocky red arms and horns that framed his face why they were being corralled into a room like cattle. He said nothing to her but that it was "Freeza's orders" she only relented when a young male saiyan steadied her temper and the room continued to fill. Then a time elapse and another vision showed a misty haze falling onto the saiyans in the room, it had a physical effect on them as they all started grabbing their ears and seemed to be trying to stop an inaudible noise. Suddenly several saiyans in the back transformed into their oozaru form, losing all control of their senses and turned onto the other saiyans with a fierceness that could not be restrained.

The bashed in heads of the saiyans unfortunate enough to be nearest to the changed oozarus' lead the weary ones to climb up tables trying to reach the ones who had already clogged the ceiling. The lighting attacks from the oozarus' didn't breech the walls giving room for escape; the mist that had entered the room had coated the walls with a thick shield, trapping everyone inside. When the calamity subsided in another vision the survivors laid against the wall; a line divided between the two sides their shabby appearance piercing the exposed saiyans crouched and confused at all the madness that had ensued in front of them.

Trunks jerked free of Bardock's grip, the tone of what sieged through his mind was unsurmountable. Goten's eyes were still clenched shut; his lips trembled at the visage that still played out in his mind. The full of Bardock's eyes showed deeply in Trunk's frenzied expression. He began to wonder if sharing his vision was the best idea. Trunks' faces deepen and he turned sharply towards Bardock. "Is that happening right now or in the future?" Trunks' voice was a strange calm; Bardock released Goten from his palm shaking his head. He surmised it was the future, but the future was different now, different from the vision he had of Kakarrot defeating Freeza and he dying with Vejitasai. "I don't think it's either, their probably in the bunker but this vision…I think it's changed, changed because you defeated Freeza." Trunks gritted his teeth, nothing made any sense. "Then why does every body think you killed Freeza? Do ya have a vision for that?" Trunks' words stung in Bardock's ears. It was true he certainly didn't defeat Freeza, but did this altered vision mean that something had changed? Bardock already knew the future was changed by the boys being there, but was his knowledge of the future also retroactively changing what was happening in the present? "I… I don't know" as simple as it was it was true.

"Well that's great, tell me something new 'you don't know' when do you!" Trunks buried the temptation in his stomach to cry out. His frustration with the saiyan brimming again. Goten cradled his arms against his chest trying to break the air. "If there are saiyans in that bunker we should see for our self's if the vision is real or not." Trunks dragged his foot along the floor; kicking it into the air. "Well that's what we were going to do anyway Goten." He emphasized his tone towards Bardock who heard the inflections perfectly. What a brat.

"Let's go, they looked like they were in the south bunker" Bardock charged off towards the landing port, with his body in fine tune condition he had never felt better in the air. Trunks and Goten weren't far on his coat tails; the thick saiyan air in his lungs was like a kiss from a lover, his blood pulsing in tune with his adrenaline; it was great to be flying again. The clamoring from the two boys pushed Bardock to speed up, Trunks was more than an earful and being able to sense ki now he could tell they were close by. He descended toward a building that unlike the others around it looked fairly new. Trunks and Goten could feel the immense amount of power levels from inside; most of them were low, too low even compared to the saiyans they had encountered earlier.

"There's a side door on the left that has a co…" Trunks' broke Bardock off when a blast of light emitted from his palm; Goten joined in creating a huge crater on the smooth surface of the building.

"This is much faster, plus codes are… unreliable." Trunks had to hand the coolness of the last line to a movie he watched once with his father, Bardock watched the boys pierce through all three tons of Freeza's supplanted rock ore. The dust was immense and covered them all like a cloud; it became a thick haze that only entering the lodge would prove relief. Aside from the blast, damage to the building's interior was intact. That wasn't what was astonishing; inside the building it looked look like decades had passed a milky white ash covered the floor to the ceiling, giving the room a haunting coldness. It was insurmountable, but it seemed as if the saiyans had disappeared. As they approached the main bunker the white haze rose from the floor like dry ice, it drew towards them as if sensing their presence and moving on its own accordance. Bardock could feel his instincts telling him that the white haze wasn't something to under estimate.

"What… is it?" Goten walked further in letting the white mist surround him like it was falling snow. He reached his hand in brushing the surface as it fell away like fallen ash. "It feels really funny" he cupped the white ash in his hand tossing it around like a child. Trunks' curiosity lent him to scooping the white misty ash into his palm fingering it. Bardock just couldn't shake his initial hesitation with the mysterious white ash, his tail curled tighter around his waist as he carefully made his way towards the boys. His instincts heighten when his boot graze a bump in the mist, he darted his eyes down afraid to know he was right. It was strange how the boys seemed to be oblivious to their own instincts; were they impervious to nature as well as to the cosmos? Bardock led his hand towards his boot, flicking aside the white cinders with the tips of his fingers, his hand grazed a darken tip of another. He reached further discovering the hand, grey and cold from death. His motions were immediate, he turned towards Goten and Trunks both unaware of Bardock's discovery, "The…the saiyans are under the ash!"

It had been nearly an hour since the on call button started flicking red; Vegeta had left that miserable planet Netaam five hours earlier without Zarbon's blessing but that spineless toad was going to rue the day he dared deify the Prince of the Saiyans. He nestled in his seat; the coordinate's destination listed the trip to Freeza's location as being ten hours, in hyper speed, Vegeta had already slept part of the way but the blinking red light on the call button had peeled his eyes from slumber.

"Zarbon's crazy if he actually thinks I'm still there, waiting for him." Vegeta felt satisfaction in the fact that Zarbon had probably gotten into hot water with Freeza and was now trying to hurry him along as if he, The Prince of Saiyans was the delay. No he thought, he would let Zarbon bask in his first wave of humiliation and when he got there he would see personally that he saw his last. Freeza would probably threaten him with insubordination, but he had already done that before. Vegeta wrapped his hand over the crest on his shoulder, his only identity laid embossed in his palm, the honor and namesake his father had given him and the only thing worth dying for. Freeza would punish him for killing Zarbon, if it wasn't with death than it would be an eternity of doing third rank infantry purges that are barely fit for Kiwi. The idea made his already sour disposition tense on his face, his youth had never been off setting for Freeza yet he was treating him like a common child. "That over grown lizard would probably promote Kiwi to be his second hand, just to spite me…" imagine having to take orders, or worse wait for Kiwi to give me permission to kiss his boots, I would never suffer the degradation. Vegeta clenched his eyes close, his mind was becoming too inundated with indication and he had become starved for sleep. The red call light flashed through his eyelids, thwarting his sleeping endeavors; Zarbon would never cease until he answered, like a dutiful dog. Vegeta arched his arm up smacking the pesky light putting it out of commission.

"What do you want Zarbon, I'm already in route to Freeza's ship. You sure took your sweet ass time answering my first reply!" Vegeta's eyes remained closed as he waited for Zarbon's usual sardonic response. But the line remained mute, the fizz and crackles of the connection wave was all that he could hear until a soft meager voice crawled out over the line.

"P… Prince Vegeta is… is that you?" The voice was shallow but clear. Vegeta flung his eyes open, cranking the volume to its maximum.

"Who is this, how did you get on this line?" Vegeta's voice backed his intense sternness. He only had one line open with Freeza's ship, why would someone question who he was?

"It's me Raditz, I served you as an elite before you…" he trailed off, knowing the young prince's temper he didn't want to stir his ire. Vegeta did recall the low born saiyan with a usually high level at birth he was aloud to be trained as an elite, though he squandered the term 'natural talent'.

"Yes, yes I remember you. What are you doing on this connection?" Vegeta had grown cranky with his lack of sleep and now he had to reprimand an elite soldier who seemed to only remain on the line as long as he did just to confirm that he was the prince, he was almost as smart as Zarbon.

"I knew it was you, I'm glad I finally found you!" Vegeta inched his finger towards the end call button, he couldn't believe he had let the conversation go as long as it did, the excitement in the boy's voice flaunted into exuberance. Vegeta held back a moment, curiosity being his motive as to why the boy was in such spirits.

"What's got you so excited?" He fidgeted with the ship's scouter; Raditz's ship was about 400 space meters away making his closest transmission station planet 4753 -6 one of Freeza's domains, but had been originally conquered by his father when he was just a boy. It lay vacant until Freeza noticed it and instituted a base there, the planet's fate soon establish his father's reputation, a reputation Vegeta hoped he could continue to honor.

"My Prince, the tyrant Freeza has been destroyed! I received a transmission from our home planet only two hours ago!" Any sense of sleep had faded as Vegeta jolted to the call receiver.

"What… what kind of nonsense are you talking about? I've got Freeza's location on my ship's scouter, what do you take me for an imbecile?" Raditz shuddered at his prince; he apologized profusely trying to quell him. Vegeta checked the coordinates again, nothing had changed. Raditz had gone mad, nobody could defeat Freeza; Vegeta was certainly making plans for it, but there was no way…

"And who supposedly defeated him hm? My father or did he just die from a nose bleed?" He kicked his feet against the side of the pod, a slight echo reverberate back into the receiver leaving Raditz hesitate to reply.

"No my… prince... according… to… to the transmission it… it was my father… I'm surprised myself." Raditz was happy that the line remained calm; Vegeta's eyes were bulged as he sat staring at the red call button. Raditz, as far as Vegeta could tell was not the type to ingratiate himself and would not grandstand his third rate father. He curled his fist into a ball his exhausted mind barely able to process his own thoughts, how… why... this isn't possible! Raditz had waited for the prince to respond, he could only hear the crackle of the transmission, knowing the prince was upset he further stated "Well it did say my father had some brief aid from an on looker or something, I'm not sure the transmission ended right after." The doubt in his voice did clamor Vegeta out of his own frustrations.

'Is that so, daddy couldn't do it alone huh? Well I'm sure he had Freeza running for his hover chair in no time!" A barrel laugh poured out of Vegeta's gut as he braced his arm against the pod's head board. Raditz was always one to believe anything that he heard in space, being older than Vegeta didn't make him any wiser, his naïveté was the type of suckers transmissions like that were targeting for. The Prince of Saiyans was not so weak.

"Alright Raditz on a serious note, when you return to Vejitasai tell my father that my health is good and I'm stronger than ever." Vegeta always assumed Freeza listened to his transmissions so he never revealed anything of real value in them. He punched the red call button off, not bothering with whatever Raditz reply would be. His mind was past his normal exhaustion but a smirk still grazed his face as he thought of Raditz's naivety. He adjusted himself in his seat; he still had nearly five hours before he would reach Freeza's ship, he drifted off as his pod continued to traverse its logged coordinates.

A sprinkle trickled from Goten's hand. Bardock had startled the boy's stiff; they stared at him like immoveable statues. The white mist from the ash had unnerved the boys bringing their guard down to the extent that they hadn't notice the fading power levels all around them. It was evident now the bunker wasn't completely vacant but had become a tomb to those trapped under the mysterious mist. Bardock looked at the red forming rash spreading across his hand; his senses dulled to the touch because it gave off no pain. Goten and Trunks noticed the same scars across their palms, the mist was acting as a poisoning agent numbing the senses until the body was too weak to fight back.

"This… this was the vision, but… how, it's not in the future." Bardock recalled the glimpses, nothing before him was like the vision. He didn't know if he was seeing the future, the present or the past. Bardock didn't when think it was in the realm of possibility, he had never seen into the past before but this had to be…

"Boys we have got to see if anyone is alive…"

The red rash covered Bardock's entire hand as he sifted through the sludge. The stinging hue from the spread over his skin began to infiltrate his mind. The pain was manageable, but how was it that he was even able to see a vision that wasn't in the future? It's not like he could ask that dammed Kanessian who gave him the ability in the first place, how the visions worked and why they were always so dammed sketchy when it was least convenient. Not that it would even matter, even the Kanessians probably didn't understand why the visions just come and go as they pleased; never really explaining what they're showing. Bardock's mind travelled to the forefront when he heard Goten cry out, he and Trunks had murmured amongst each other constantly throughout the room but Goten motioned Bardock towards him. "We found somebodies arm and it's still warm!" Goten's childish pleasure and subtle expressions would fault anyone insincere. Trunks was already forming ki around his hand to blast away the top layered ash. "It's about time we stop picking through this snow field, let's just blast them out. If their true saiyans they should be fine." He smirked; Bardock thought it was crass, but said nothing when Trunks pointed his hand upwards. The ki exploded from his hand racing towards the white ash engulfing the trapped saiyans. But instead of an easy victory for the boy who defeated Freeza the white ash seemed to welcome Trunks' energy gladly and absorbed it as if it were merely steam filtering into the air.

Trunks had that sinking feeling he hadn't had since he faced Majin Buu; his attack was absorbed by something moments before he was holding in his hands. Trunks had notice the red forming rashes across his hands earlier but didn't even think about it, it didn't hurt so… is… is this ash stuff doing something to me? Bardock's voice pulled Trunks' out of his mind. "This… this is how they never escaped; they couldn't overcome the white ash." The power levels of the saiyans were still at pliable levels but dropping sharply the longer they remained under the ash.

"They're not dead" Bardock said in a harsh tone. "But they probably will be, soon. I'm not sure how, but I can tell you this was probably a back plan of extermination." He narrowed his eyes to the motionless arm lying coldly on the floor. "No matter what I do, Freeza still wins…" Bardock clenched his fist, disappointed that fruition had not come to pass, even after Freeza's death and the planet still intact. "There's nothing we can do for them, we can't even give them a decent death." Trunks and Goten couldn't believe how defeatist Bardock was; the ire in Trunks' blood boiled at the thought of just giving up without much of a fight. "You've got to be kidding me, just because of one measly mistake I'm supposed to throw my arms up in defeat to a pile of ash? I'M a true saiyan and you can call it quits but I'm not gunnin" without hesitation Goten agreed with Trunks. Both boys raised their arms together in a quiet unison channeling their energy into one full beam attack directly next to the arm scuttled on the floor. At full force they pushed the beam straight into the ash absorbing the brunt of the blast like it had before; it started to weaken as the energy continued without showing any signs of fatigue. Some of the white ashes crumbled aside revealing a smooth upper torso; sweat petered out of the boy's forehead, Bardock watched the little magician's pull off yet another trick he, too busy decoding the meanings of what could have been and forgetting that before a psyche, he was a saiyan warrior.

The emergency light in the pod was dim; life support had been secured to the prince's vital orifices. His ship was nearly two hours over due for docking at Freeza's ship yet the young prince slept as any other child, his head resting peacefully slouched over his shoulder with his cape swathed over his waist like a blanket. Even in sleep Vegeta rested his arms across his chest with a stern sincerity that radiated in his temperament. He was a light sleeper by nature; the subtle change in the atmosphere paired with the glare of the emergency light jarred the prince from his serene inertia. Vegeta opened his eyes, blinking hard at the intrusive red light as he instinctively reached for the oxygen mask covering his mouth. He input the end of his coordinates showing his location and blotted the light from that damn lightbulb still flashing in the corner. The reserve light flickered on illuminating the pod and forcing the darkness of space to flood to the fore front. Vegeta could see the cold lifeless corpse of Freeza's grand armada; his personal travelling cage looked as if it hadn't seen life in days. Perhaps the despotic dictator's departure from this realm wasn't just one of Raditz's tendencies to naïveté, but had a basis in truth. Vegeta opened the hatch, he more than anyone wanted Freeza dead and had long ago made a vow that he would destroy the tyrant one day. He climbed out of his ship; the bleakness of space contrasted with the pounding beats of Vegeta's heart as he apprehensively approached the rear front of the forsaken vessel.

It was dark inside; a chill ran down Vegeta's backside, he groped the walls for the circuit breaker on the side panel. It became apparent more than ever to the prince that Freeza was in fact dead, but was it possible that Raditz's low born father and some mystery fighter actually brought about the end of the tyrant of the universe? The creature that the prince was bond to for only three months with every moment passing like an aching eternity. He glanced down the halls that had been the bemusement to the likes of Kiwi and Zarbon, Vegeta had to learn the moment he stepped foot on that ship to swallow his proudness if he ever planned on surviving in an atmosphere that didn't respect pride, or stature. His life was a commodity that was bought and sold, first begrudgingly from his father and then with Freeza who cast him to the lowest form imaginable, making him an underling to his unsurmountable lust of total domination.

Vegeta glanced around the quite mausoleum. The stillness of the ship would be almost nightmarish to any other child if the experience serving hadn't dulled the senses to what was truly terrifying. Vegeta knew as a saiyan he was born to battle and he was supreme at it, surpassing his father well before Freeza got his hands on him. But Freeza was warping him into a creature he could barely face, he wasn't even an adolescent and his desire to kill was on par with his hunger for strength. It was an empty conquest; not the true honor of his saiyan heritage, he wasn't even fighting for his own strength but to fatten the pockets of Freeza's empire. It was barbaric to think that the saiyan prince was a tool, Vegeta hated his subjugation; but he hated himself more for not rebelling outwardly towards Freeza as he had subtly with every combatant he faced on the battlefield.

Vegeta didn't even bother with his scouter; even Zarbon would be able to tell with just looking that whatever battle took place it had long ago decided its victor. There wasn't the relief he always thought there would be once Freeza was dead. Vegeta had never felt more empty, not because he wasn't the executioner or some kind of lingering fondness, but because his goal his ambition was now staggered and he wasn't sure of what to do. He hated everything about Freeza and yet Vegeta's motivation was driven chiefly by Freeza's warping character. That killing desire was a saiyan trait, but there was always a reason; strength, honor, pride. Freeza didn't have reason, he only had control and that control was something the saiyan prince was driven to master.

He grazed his foot against a body, the curve of the hallway shielding it from his initial view. Vegeta's glazed staggered seeing the royal crest upon the breast plate of a saiyan elite, a woman he had seen in the palace before. What… what were they doing inside Freeza's ship? Vegeta traced his eyes along the hall, realizing how close he was to Freeza's main bridge. A nestled apprehension fell over him as he walked to the main entrance; it was still opened with only faint light illuminating. An eeriness beckoning the prince forward, daring him to see what was inside. He crossed the threshold; the prince could see more royal elites shrouding the floor, their capes highlighting their stature. But one stood out over the others, slumped against the wall his arms slacked to his sides with the surprised expression permanently imbedded in his resting appearance. Vegeta stood over him in silence, the royal sigil hung from his neck running a train down his breast plate, the crown of the Saiyan Empire; he paused a moment before reaching for the beaded chain, curdling it with his palm. It was cold. Vegeta lifted his eyes upwards his apprehension waned; his father the king was dead.

It had been the threat Freeza used to subdue him to compliance. Freeza used his control and would have lorded over him with total anonymity probably for the rest of his life as short as that span would have been. Vegeta placed the sigil around his neck; it was too long for his body and touched the edge of his tail. Dried blood clung to the sides, Vegeta looked at his father again; it wasn't saiyan to emotionally care after all he had sold him to a tyrant, but after all he was lying dead here instead of being alive on Vejitasai. He had felt apprehension before, and the empty feeling he was already enduring was exacerbated. The warm glow of the red planet was in perfect view of the main bridge; probably the very spot Freeza later met his demise. Vegeta gripped the sigil in his palm tucking it into his breast plate. It was a welcome sight, and now Vegeta wasn't its prince but the king.