Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Ancient History: The Forgotten Past of the Saiyans ❯ Sixty Years Ago, Vegita ( Chapter 3 )

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Ancient History: The Forgotten Past of the Saiyans

Chapter 3: Sixty Years Ago, Vegita

    King Vegeta walked down the hall of his castle into the throne room, and sat in his high-backed gold and emerald, jewel encrusted throne that sat on top of a large white marble tile dais; spouting commands and queries, relating daily boring politics; the upcoming birth of his son on his mind.  He also had to prepare for the Lord of the Empire to arrive.
    Lord Frieza, as he preferred to be addressed, was on his way to the Saiyan homeworld to personally visit the King, as Seika was due to give birth any day now.  Frieza liked to keep a tight leash on those that ruled under his regime.  He never trusted anyone, striking fear in everyone he was around.  He was a sneaky bastard that terrorized many worlds.  Frieza did not even trust his own father, his heart as black as his large lips.  The Saiyans were his favorite purging party, being very efficient at the work they were forced to do.  After generations of being under Frieza's control (King Cold preceding him and so forth), most learned, through ignorance, to enjoy the task of purging.

POV: King Vegeta     I sit in my throne, discussing the economical and political matters at hand concerning the kingdom, that is my burden, my birthright.  Any day now my mate will bare my child, my successor.  As an expecting father, the tension mounts as I wait for the moment when my son is brought into this world... A world of oppression... Yes this oppression... Like a dull pain that you get used to over the years, present but almost forgotten.  Here in my castle, away from the death and destruction, there is sense of pride in the work that my forefathers and I have accomplished... Yet like a choke chain collar on a pet dog, I am reminded of the grip of his Royal Assness, the one that has his scaly hands wrapped around the very foundations of my kingdom.     Just the thought angers me that I don't have the resources I need to defeat him and his allies.  As my mind wanders a moment from the yadda yadda of the counsel, thinking these things, I am alerted that he has arrived.

POV: Narrator

    Frieza's spaceship parked in high orbit around Vegita.  "Lord Frieza we have arrived."  "Very well Zarbon. Prepare my shuttle to depart to the surface."  Zarbon bowed and headed to the launch bay to inform the personnel there to begin preparations for the shuttle.  "My Lord, the shuttle is prepped and ready for your departure." Zarbon said over the intercom.  Frieza entered his shuttle and departed to the surface, accompanied by his two henchmen.     Frieza entered the main hall wearing his usual smirk.  "King Vegeta, I have news that you are to have an heir to the throne one the way, is this correct?" "Yes. Sire.  It is." King Vegeta replied.  "Do you know the sex of the child?" He asked.  "Yes.  It is a male Your Highness."     King Vegeta was annoyed, but kept his face emotionless.  He did not want to let his 'Guest' be satisfied with the knowledge he was having this effect on him, the concern for his unborn son growing all the more.     And then it seemed fate had a cruel sense of humor.  Seika went into labor as they were speaking.  Right there in the hall.  Right in front of the Lizard Prince.     Now Seika was the last of the Saiyan women in existence that could bear children.  Said female was with child before, with a daughter two years before the prince's conception.  The daughter only lived for six months, dying of a clot in her brain.  Seika was the only one not exposed to the Great Plague that killed about half of the female population, while rendering the rest permanently infertile.  Her mother sadly died of the disease while away on vacation, in the hot springs on the Southern pole of the home planet.     The doctors rushed her off the the infirmary where she could be properly attended to.  The King was left to entertain the Lizard back in the main hall.     My first contraction began as I was sitting beside my mate.  The timing couldn't have been worse.  I despise the Lizard as much, if not more, than anyone else here on this planet, my motherly instincts telling me that my soon to be born child was not safe anywhere near that frozen bastard.  Technically he wasn't a bastard but the thought was a comforting distraction from the pain of labor.     Soon the child's head could be seen in the orifice of the birth canal, I'm told.  With another contraction my son was FINALLY out of there.  Labor lasted 5 fucking hours.  The doctors handed me a towel to clean off the child, as they knew I would rip off their heads, had he not been given to me immediately.     I cradle my little bundle of joy in my arms close to my chest as the father of my son enters with a grin on his face.  I hand him over to my King and his grin turns into a smile of delight as he cradles his son in his arms.
    Of course his grin and my smile were wiped off our faces when the tyrant entered the room.  Seika was outraged at the audacity that he had to interrupt the little private time, the few precious moments, that they had together with their newborn infant.  'One day' she thought.  'You will die by your own pride.'  She and her mate kept their expressions emotionless, as revealing emotions other than anger and aggression, was considered a weakness.     "Lord Frieza, may I present my son Prince Vegeta."  King Vegeta said.  Frieza held out his arms expecting the king to hand his son over to hold it.  This of course did not please either of the parents of the young prince.  The King reluctantly handed the child to the Lizard.  Holding the child in his arms, Frieza stared down at the little Saiyan Royal in his arms with an evil smile on his face.  Prince Vegeta began to cry in the cold scaly arms of  King Cold's offspring.  He soon was handed back to his mother, who began to soothe the little prince, giving the Black Hearted One a glare, terrifying the King, and amusing the Guest.     "I give my blessings to the future king of the Saiyan Empire."  Frieza stated.  "You are most gracious, My Lord." King Vegeta said.  And Frieza left the room he had the perfect plan to secure a stronger hold on the Saiyans.

POV: Narrator     The Ice Lord headed back to the room the King had provided for him.  The young Prince Of Saiyans on his mind.  The next day there was a great feast in honor of the Prince's birth.  He attended the feast, all the usual small talk was said, despite everyone's discomfort at having their oppressor present in the same room. POV: Frieza     I smirk as I notice the effect my presence has among the Saiyan people.  'Stupid monkeys.' I thought.  Their power is impressive.  In time I will have to have control of the brat, his father might rebel when his son comes of age, and I can't have that.     The communications device I have starts to beep.  The display indicates that it is a private urgent message.  After the message is decoded an officer on the screen states: "Sire there is a rebellion on Itius Prime."  "You are supposed to be handling it.  Stop them." "Sire they have killed all of the units that have been dispatched, and more are on their way as we speak."  "I will be on my way there personally.  Rebellion will not be tolerated.  Dodoria, Zarbon prepare my shuttle. We are leaving immediately." Frieza shouted.  "Yes Lord Frieza." They replied. The two men prepared the shuttle for departure as the tyrant told the King that he was departing to see to an important matter.

POV: Narrator     The Royal Family and their subjects were immensely relieved to have Frieza gone from their planet.  The next day everyone continued with the celebrations.  The young prince was brought before the people in the room.  There was a table where the nobility could leave their gifts to to the new heir.  The event was transmitted  on all the public monitors in the different towns and cities throughout the planet.  The whole of the race cheered in praise.  King Vegeta said to Seika in the Royal dialect of the Saiyan language, for privacy since he didn't want to be conspicuous by walking out of the room,  "Dear, I think our child needs to be changed."  "I agree, he is  starting to stink."  She replied in the same tongue.     In the common dialect, King Vegeta said: "Tomorrow for your entertainment, there will be a tournament held in the main arena. all classes may participate.  I expect you all to put forth your best.  And may the best fighter win!"  The Royals, Nobility, and Elites looked down on the lower classes, but the King was not about to publicly abase the majority of the population.
    One of the Nobility, approached the table and left a small carved statue of the King and Queen and their son, made from some rare wood. "Sire may the Prince have a long and prosperous future." He said in the dialect spoken by the Nobles (Counsel Members).  "Thank you" the King replied. "But, you will use the common dialect when in present company. Is that understood?"  "Yes Your Majesty. It is understood."

POV: Narrator, Five Years Later     Prince Vegeta was now five years old and fought well for his age.  His Mother died of  internal bleeding two months after he was born.  He never remembered her though.  His father trained him aggressively, as his mate's passing was hard on him.  Thus he learned to despise all forms of weakness.  Even through all of this, King Vegeta has his kind moments when no one was around to witness it.  He even let the prince cry on his shoulder. That however was few and far between.
    As expected, tensions grew between the Saiyans and the Cold Family.  King Vegeta was stuck in a catch-22 with Frieza.  Frieza sent the Prince on several purging missions.  The King having, for a short time, his ego stroked by the crafty Ice Lord.  Now the Lizard wanted to keep Vegeta Jr. with him at all times.  His skill impressing the tyrant.  The power of the Saiyans grew and grew. Frieza saw this as a threat to his empire.  Frieza followed Zarbon's suggestion to destroy the most powerful ones.  Frieza  however had a better idea, as his fear and hate for them grew. He decided to blow the whole planet up.
    Frieza's ship headed for the Saiyan planet and soon was parked in orbit.  King Vegeta and some soldiers stormed down the halls of the ship wanting his son to return home.  The King encountered the Ice Lord at the door of the ships throne room.  Expecting this to happen, Frieza made sure his favorite pet was away training on a distant planet.  A battle between the royal guards and the frieza's guards ensued. Some of the guards accompanying the King to the throne room.
    The other guards were defeated and the door to the throne room opened and frieza and the King fought while Dodoria and Zarbon had fun with the King's guards.  The guards were quickly vaporized with ease by the Ice Lizard's two right hand men.
    King Vegeta was brutally beaten, and blood pouring from many open wounds inflicted by Frieza.  The King fell brain dead on the hall floor outside of the throne room.  Frieza laughed loudly as the King's crown made a clinking sound on the floor as it fell of his head.  "Dodoria, summon the slaves to clean up this mess."  "Yes Lord Frieza" Dodoria replied.  "Zarbon, accompany me to the observatory."  "Yes Sire"  Dodoria summoned the slaves to clean up the mess in the hall.  After which he joined Zarbon and Frieza in the observatory.
    Frieza exited through the observatory roof in his floating chair, while Dodoria and Zarbon watched from inside.  Frieza  floated some distance from his ship and formed a tiny energy ball at the end of his finger while he spotted some Saiyans flying in the high atmosphere.  Then with a blood freezing laugh, he channeled a very large amount of power into the energy ball and it grew into a massive  sphere.  With a flick of his finger the energy ball obliterated the planet in a giant explosion.
    Two hooded figures appeared in the hall and put a small device on the King's brain dead body, surrounding it with a thin barrier of energy, and the three of them vanished jewels and all.