Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Gift ❯ Lightning all around me ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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A/N: For many of you, you will realise that I’m updating this story. For those of you who are new to this story I wrote it over 3 years ago. I have had writers block when it comes to this stories sequel ‘change’ so I thought I would revisit this story, make it longer and more in depth to hopefully kick start the imagination.

I am just adding to this story, not changing it.

It is an AU, short in length with the usual fluff and smut!  

Enjoy!

Frieza’s tail whip to and fro in anticipation, Vegeta could feel the evil tyrant’s pure enjoyment of the situation. Somehow he couldn’t make sense of it. Vegeta had just completed a mediocre mission; Frieza didn’t like to push the young Saiyan for fear of him ascending into a powerful warrior capable of destroying the wicked lizard and to finally free his people. Vegeta knew Frieza only held him here to keep an eye on him and also to keep his father from getting any ideas about rebelling. Vegeta bowed as he sensed the lord wanted to speak to him.

"Well Vegeta I must say, in light of your recent…'performance' on the planet Filuth in the 7C sector I've arranged a little gift for you in your room." Frieza said with a slight cackle.

Vegeta's eyes widened in sheer suspicion and shock. His father had warned Vegeta about any sort of kindness from Frieza. The monster was simply not capable of it, there was always an ulterior motive. It usually meant a trap of some sort. Vegeta looked up into Frieza’s eyes searching for the real truth. He was met with cold dark eyes; no he would not get the truth. As per usual.

"Thankyou lord Frieza… You honour me!" Vegeta said obediently on one knee.

Zarbon and Dodorian chuckled at Frieza's side. Vegeta shot them a glare; of course this was a trap. And those two metal heads were in on it. As per usual.

"That is all Vegeta, please enjoy this gift I have given you!" Frieza said shooing the Saiyan away.

"Sire…" Vegeta muttered as he left the grand hall.

This was a trap. But what, Vegeta could never have guessed.


Vegeta sat outside his father’s royal chambers on Vegeta-sei. His father had been visited by some of Frieza's messengers. Frieza was a new and terrible force that had plagued over the Saiyan sector. The Saiyans had lost many battles to his troops, it was rumoured that Frieza was so powerful that he took on many forms. He had come to Vegeta-sei demanding an audience with the King, presumably to command him to pledge his allegiance or he would destroy the entire Saiyan race. Frieza was just as frightening as a diplomat as his power was legendary in battle. King Vegeta was having difficulty holding  the tyrant at bay. This it seemed was their last chance for their continued existence.

Vegeta had heard raised voices, then they were muffled. He could sense his father giving up. What exactly he had given up the young prince didn’t know, but would learn very soon.

The huge wooden doors opened and Vegeta, a young 15 years old sat up straighter as his father emerged with the Tyrant on his tail. His father looked at him and sighed quietly.

Vegeta's arm was grabbed by Frieza's goons; it was the last he ever saw of his beloved Vegeta-sei.

Vegeta cursed at every footstep as he stormed down the hallway. He had no idea what Frieza was planning, but he had to put a stop to it immediately. He was sick of being the monsters plaything. Working in slavery for the past five years had taken its toll on the prince. He no longer cared for anything other than power, to become the strongest, to destroy this place! Vegeta clenched his fists while he contemplated his situation. He was a different breed to most, Frieza delighted in making the proud prince bow. Every single time he went down on his knee it made Vegeta slightly more oppressed and slightly more obsessed with ultimate freedom.

When his time came he would wreak an absolute wave of destruction on this place, as the gods as his witness he would destroy the one named Frieza in the most horrifying and merciless way possible. He would almost die himself watching that slimy creatures expression, when he, Vegeta the Prince of Saiyans became the legendary Super Saiyan!

When Vegeta was taken from his home, from his mother, from his people he could not forgive his father. Perhaps he should kill that traitor as well? What kind of spineless king gives up his only one true heir to become a pawn in this game. It was Vegeta’s birth right to sit on that throne gracing the high court of Vegeta-sei. He would never forgive that fool.

Vegeta’s life had become one big game, one of revenge, deceit and hatred. There was nothing left for him now other than his ultimate goal.  He was well aware that his obsession with gaining back his life may very well end it. He had pictured himself giving in, giving up and just ending it all there and then. It usually came in the form of a dream, when he became so sick of kneeling and biting his tongue. Of being mocked and spat at. A prideful Prince reduced to a common play toy was too much to bear at times. His mind became weak and entertained the idea of killing himself.

But the pride was too strong.

It pulled him up off the dark cold floor and gave him new vigour in life. His goal and pride were all he had left in this world. Yes, he would wreak havoc and mayhem.
Vegeta stopped and stood in front of his living quarters. He looked down at his feet momentarily then sighed. He would keep his wits about him, whatever it was behind those doors. It would not be the downfall of this mighty Prince! He had so much left to prove, this ‘gift’ would not be his undoing. Whatever it was, he would face it head on and with a clear mind. Vegeta took another breath in, voided his mind of thought and proceeded.

The doors slid open.

There on his floor.

In front of him.

Was an unconscious, beaten woman.

A blue haired woman.

"A… woman?" Nappa asked in a whisper.

The two Saiyan's sat in the dining hall. It was where all Frieza's henchmen ate, even Frieza himself on some occasions. Nappa had been sent with Vegeta-sei to Frieza’s home planet of Polar-sei. It was condition of Vegeta’s father that Vegeta’s battle partner accompanies him. Vegeta was somewhat annoyed at this; it could have been anyone but Nappa. He was strong yes; he was also commander of the royal army on Vegeta-sei. But he was completely useless in using his brain. Vegeta’s life had become so calculated that Nappa was a hindrance on him.

"Yes, a woman. I just can’t work it out. What is he up to?" Vegeta mumbled back stuffing his mouth full of meat.

"I know what King Vegeta told us as we left, but… How could a woman ever be a trap?"

Nappa smirked.

“Nappa, Frieza never gives ‘gifts’, it is certainly a trap. I cannot simply get rid of her, it would be seen as an insult, and yes that is probably what he wants me to do. He has me backed into a corner; he is forcing my hand to take this gift of his.” Vegeta hissed.

"Pass her my way Vegeta, that's no insult… and plus it's been years since we've…" Nappa started.

"Enough Nappa! I don't want to know…" Vegeta spat as he suddenly lost his appetite.

The thought of Nappa like that with a woman was truly disgusting, it was too much for him to stomach.

"What is our assignment this time?" Nappa asked changing the subject quickly.

"The same old C-class crap we are always given!" Vegeta said standing up.

"06:00 in the loading dock and make sure you aren’t late this time" He said to Nappa, turned and walked away.

Vegeta was walking back to his room after a training match. His room did have an en suite where he usual bathed after getting sweaty from training but he had been avoiding his room since his new ‘gift’ from Frieza was presently living there. He had taken a shower at the training quarters instead.

He entered his room and went to check on the female, who had been put in an adjoining room. He had taken her to the local physician and he was told she had to stay there for a number of days while she recovered. She had been badly beaten, usually the rejuvenation tank would have sufficed but they were all being currently used by a huge troop that had come back unsuccessfully from a rather hard mission. That is where Vegeta should have been, out there pushing his body to its limits. To get stronger, of course Frieza would never allow that.

The woman was sleeping, or still passed out. He couldn’t tell.

Walking into his bedroom he began to undress. He was never one to sleep in any sort of clothing. He liked to be naked when he could be, which wasn’t often.

He walked over to his bed, slipped the covers down and hoped in. lying in bed after a hard training session was what he looked forward to most. As his mind started to drift off it suddenly was awash of memories from his homeland. The trees, the mountains, the afternoon sun that use to spread through his palace bedroom like a warm blanket. He sighed as his goal only intensified in his mind.

“This ‘gift’ will not be the end of me” He whispered.


A/N: I hope you are all enjoying the newly written version.