Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Links of Destiny ❯ Chapter 4
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By: Alpha Cygnus 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.29.2001 | Updated On: 10.01.2001 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 416 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.29.2001 | Updated On: 10.01.2001 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 416 | Status: Completed
"Will he be fine Bulma?"
"Yes father; physically at least, he's too stubborn not to, besides, he would never allow something as insignificant as a little explosion to do him real harm, he's too proud for that"
Bulma told her father as she gently caressed Vegeta's cheek. They had found him underneath the rubble that used to be the gravity room and had to immediately take him to the infirmary. He had been unconscious for 2 days now, but Bulma was sure he would get through, just like the last time. Just as he always did. She had to sigh as she remembered the past; it felt eons since then. She remembered Vegeta bringing himself to the brink of madness in the severe training he had subjected himself preparing for the arrival of the Androids, and also to surpass Goku.
"Will you ever know peace?" she whispered to his still form, and with those lasts words and a kiss to his lips she went about her day... __________________________________________________________________
"Will she be fine Odyssey? I mean, she's been in that tank for three days now"
"Of course she will be fine Goku. It won't be long now before she recovers. She's too strong and stubborn to let a simple training session do any real harm, besides, she does it all the time"
"What do you mean?" Goku asked the ship not quite understanding...
"She has religiously trained all her life in anticipation of meeting Prince Vegeta. You see, she wanted to offer him the best and that meant that she had to become strong and powerful enough to be worthy of him. Anything less than perfection wouldn't do for her. She also needed to be strong to be a suitable guardian to the Saiyans that had survived; she needs to be strong to properly teach them the "Saiyan Way" and to protect them. As you can see, my little princess bears much responsibility. Many times she has taken things to the extreme in her obsession to excel; many times I have found the need to intervene and override the training simulator's program to make her stop. She would spend a few days regenerating, only to come out ready for another training bout. She is no stranger to hardship and the pain that comes with it, on the contrary, it only makes her stronger"
"I see you call her a saiyan princess? But I thought she said her father was a scientist"
" That is true, but you see, In her own right Fhazha is a saiyan princess, she is Prince Vegeta's chosen mate, ordained by the King himself. I have to admit that it's become my pet name for her, but technically is true. I am only stating a fact. Someday she and Prince Vegeta shall mate to establish once again the Saiyan Race"
"Wow, she's very impressive. A true Saiyan indeed" Goku said in awe...
"Oh yes she is" answered the ship Odyssey with something aching to pride in its voice.
"And in other circumstances, the perfect match for Vegeta" goku silently thought, for he had not told the ship yet all of the details. He decided to leave that up to Fhazha. He truly felt for her predicament, some things in life were just not fair...
..."And why are emotions a weakness Fhazha my daughter?"
"Because they might interfere in critical situations such as combat. Your emotions may be perceived by your enemy and used against you. One must always keep control of one's emotions to be focused in yourself and your surroundings"
"But Fhazha, by that rationale you mean to say that by loving me, your father, you are a weak individual?"
"No father, loving you does not make me a weakling, but it might weaken me"
"How is that different than being weak?"
"An enemy might use you against me. An enemy might threaten your welfare in order to get to me and my feelings for you would weaken my resolve or destroy my advantage against my adversary. So technically speaking, emotions create disadvantageous situations that might cost one's life"
Planthor could only nod his approval at his daughter's logic. He felt extremely proud of her. She was a wee lass of three, and yet, she rationalized better than all the adults he knew.
"May I go now father?"
"Yes My daughter, you may leave"
Kissing her on the forehead, Planthor saw his daughter happily scurry away. Fhazha hurried down the long corridors of the castle. She loved to snoop around. The place was so immense that she still had places to discover and explore. She went down a narrow hallway she had not been to before and when she reached the end she found herself in a circular room covered with ancient battle weapons of all kinds. She recognized all of them for she had studied all of Planet Vegeta's history and everything that pertained to it. Excitement took hold of her as she was determined to examine every single one of them...
"What are you doing here!"
Startled Fhazha turned around, only to be pierced by the coldest and blackest eyes she had ever seen. That said eyes shone with displeasure didn't help matters at all. She was ashamed that she had been found skulking around.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was occupied"
The saiyan boy was older than fhazha by a few years and a lot stronger; he had raven spiked hair, in the typical saiyan way.
"How dare you trespass brat! I should have your head for this insolence!"
"Why must you terminate my existence over something as trivial as this? It would surely not merit the waste of energy nor the effort. I'm afraid I don't understand your rationale," she said confused at what he had said.
The Saiyan boy was taken aback by her remark, no one dared speak back to him in such an insolent manner and the little brat wasn't even bowing to him, she wasn't scared at all!
"What are you anyway? You are much too young to be speaking in such an insolent way, yet you seem so diminutive, are you a dwarf? I've heard of such creatures, yet had never actually seen one"
He said feigning a fascinated look as he inspected her...
At that Fhazha took serious offense, dwarf indeed!
"I AM THREE YEARS OLD! For your information Father says that I'm a genius"
There, she said it as if it was a royal proclamation. That would show him!
"Besides, you are not that big yourself!"
"Well, size does not matter when it comes to strength brat!"
Vegeta was amused; he had been irritated not to mention bored stiff all day with Nappa and his useless training sessions. The fool couldn't get anyone worthy of his strength, and he had indeed crushed every adversary like miserable flies. He had decided to take a break while Nappa was fucking one of the serving wenches, an act that he found completely useless and messy, at least in Nappa's case. His women always ended up bloody and broken. The servants of Planet Vegeta were usually alien slaves, captured from their planets by the Saiyans in purging expeditions and no creature that wasn't Saiyan could withstand the full power of a Saiyan's passion. Nappa's swollen cock alone had torn asunder many slaves before, the man was just too huge, but he didn't care how much he hurt the women as long as he took his pleasure. In fact, the more they screamed, the more aroused he got. He was truly a sadistic son of a bitch and Vegeta found the whole thing tasteless. That is why he had been extremely annoyed to have found the old weaponry room already occupied by the rainbow head brat.
"Are you a half breed? Why is your hair so ugly with so many colors?
Vegeta said intrigued with the many shades of her unruly mop of hair.
Her eyes widen at that and unconsciously touched her hair.
"I am not! I'm a true Saiyan, both my parents are. Father says that I inherited my "unique coloring" from an ancestor. She made sure to emphasize unique coloring trying to make her point to him.
"Humph!" was all he said
"How old are you?" For a moment Vegeta meant to ignore her, but thought otherwise.
"I am Seven years old brat, and already the strongest Saiyan who ever lived. I have defeated every single opponent that has challenged me and someday I will become the legendary Super Saiyan" the boy proudly bragged.
"That cannot be, because Father says that only the royal descendants of Vegeta have a shot at it"
"Father Says... Father Says" Vegeta mockingly mimicked her
"Isn't there anything that your father says that you don't repeat like a parrot? Don't you think for yourself? Are you simple-minded? And for your information the blood of the legendary super saiyans flows through my veins, or don't you know who I Am?
Fhazha only shook her head because indeed she did not know.
"Your ignorance is amazing," he spat shaking his head at her "I am Vegeta, Prince Vegeta, future ruler of Planet Vegeta, the Future Super Saiyan"
After saying that with all the pompousness it merited, he waited for her to crumble at his feet in mortification for being so disrespectful to him. He expected her to beg for his forgiveness, but to his amazement, she just stood there blinking her innocent golden pools as if she didn't believe him at all or did not understand the significance of his words.
"But...are you sure? It seems so unlikely. The king is a giant of a Saiyan, and you are so short...."
"How dare you doubt my word brat!"
"I didn't mean to offend you, I but made an observation"
"Can't you speak normal brat, your jargon is tiresome" With that Vegeta turned around and Fhazha thought he meant to leave...
"Wait!" "Don't go" "I'll try to speak dumb, I promise"
At that, Vegeta couldn't help smiling; actually, it was more of a smirk, but close enough. The brat was very amusing and it had been a very long time since he had actually held a conversation with anyone but Nappa, Frieza or his father. Everyone was too intimidated by him and the rest of the boys his age wouldn't come near him. They were too frightened of him. The only contact he had was in the training room for the sole purpose of fighting, but never to speak. Vegeta was too proud to let them know he desired their attention. This little rainbow haired brat wasn't frightened; she looked him straight in the eyes and spoke her mind without a care. It was actually refreshing and it amused him, something really rare.
"Really? I would really like to see you try" And with that, Fhazha did her best to sound as "dumb" as she could possibly could, something that made Vegeta want to bowl in laughter (not that he actually would), but he had to admit that she amused him like no other.
"I have to go," she said mortified, it had been fun to be able to talk with someone other than his father or mother.
"Will you come here tomorrow?" her innocent look full of hope did wonders for Vegeta's ego, not that it wasn't oversized already.
"Perhaps"
And that was enough for the little Saiyan.
Since that day on there was an unspoken understanding between the two of them. After their daily duties they would meet in the weaponry room, with Fhazha doing most of the talking. Telling him every single detail about her day and what she had learned. On one of these occasions he asked her
"How come you never spend time with the rest of the kids, brat?"
He was shocked to see her face crumble in sadness as she looked away with her little shoulders slumped.
"None of them would talk to me. They say I'm a freak, not that I want to speak to any of them. They can hardly form two sentences properly, they are too childish, but none of the older children accept me because I'm different, a freak of nature they say. Besides, some of them I think are jealous because I'm stronger than they are. That's why I spend all my time studying with father or training with mother, there's nothing else to do"
And she just shrugged at that. Vegeta had felt her painful admission, suddenly he felt angry at the other children for treating her so callously, but he knew he couldn't force them to acknowledge her, his interference would only cause resentment making matters worse for her and he wouldn't do that to her.
Placing his hand on her little shoulder Vegeta told her, almost whispering..
"I don't think you're a freak brat... Ugly yes, with that weird rainbow hair, but definitely not a freak"
Fhazha felt her heart swell with something she didn't understand at his words. His compliment was the most wonderful thing anyone had ever said to her before, and since that moment Vegeta had earned her unconditional devotion. She didn't care how ugly he thought she was, she would never get past the fact that he didn't think she was a freak like everyone else did.
"But what about you? How come YOU don't socialize with your peers?" And he frowned as she turned the tables on him. Truth be told, he suffered almost her same fate. The rest of her peers shunned her as a child prodigy, he on the other hand, because he was the Prince, was treated too deferentially. No one dared speak their mind to him, they all lived in constant fear and with good cause as well, for even he admitted that his rage was formidable. But just like her, he had felt the weight of loneliness upon his shoulders. He had no more siblings to speak of. Tradition dictated that the King's heirs had to prove themselves to him by challenging each other; with the victor becoming the future King of Vegeta, as long as the king himself approved. For not only need the child be superior in strength, but in intelligence and cunning as well and Vegeta had proven to be smart, and a genius strategist since a young age. It had not been difficult to defeat his siblings and he had relished in his victory killing every single one of them without remorse. For tradition demanded the defeated contenders be completely annihilated in order to avoid future challenges to the throne and civil war. King Vegeta's chest had swelled with pride at his son's ruthlessness and had said that if Vegeta kept getting stronger, he had a great chance at becoming a super Saiyan. That is why Vegeta trained so hard, he wanted to keep that gleam of approval and pride on his father's eyes and of course, his ego wouldn't let him be anything less than perfection as the superior being he was.
And finally he answered her question...
"Because they are unworthy of my attention. They are nothing but fools that bore me to death. Weaklings that cannot match me in any way, so why should I waste my time with them?" Vegeta spat on the floor after saying this...
And she nodded changing the subject, floating in a cloud of happiness that just refused to go away. From then on that's how their days would be spent, forming a special bond that even they didn't understand. When Fhazha wasn't able to meet with him, she would be miserable, moping throughout whatever she was doing. She couldn't wait until she could see him again, to enthusiastically relate to him the things she found fascinating; the different customs of whatever culture she was studying at the time. Even sometimes playing things called games that were practiced in these cultures, something they both enjoyed. She had never been so happy in the three years of her life. The same went for Vegeta. He would never admit it to her or to anyone, but he looked forward spending time with her. She was such a little imp, always able to amuse him with her infinite source of knowledge. She always told him about the different cultures she learned about. She fascinated him with her keen intelligence and endless enthusiasm, making so much sense that at times he had to take a second look at her to make sure he wasn't talking to some ancient crone, instead of the three year old that had become his friend and semi confidant. Vegeta was even surprised to sometimes find himself smirking more than usual, not mockingly, but in enjoyment of the moment, because what he felt was genuine. The little brat had eased the painful weight of loneliness from his young shoulders and for that he was very grateful. With her, he could forget the hardships of training. He could forget the stern code of the Saiyans, the need to constantly guard his emotions. With her, he could pretend he was free from all of it. He was nothing but rude to her, most of the time mocking her, but she had realized that he just didn't know any other way to act. That was his way of showing her he respected their friendship, because no matter how much he complained about her, or how much he said she irritated him, he would always seek her out. He even went so far as looking for her in the library a couple of times where she studied with Her father.
Unbeknown to them, King Vegeta was very much aware of their developing friendship, which made him very glad. He had decided since he had found out about the little Saiyan Warrior Fhazha, that she would make a perfect mate for his son when the time came. She was the daughter of his beloved advisor Planthor and her mother was one of the strongest Saiyan Elites. He could not have found better for the insurance of his legacy. And he had not expected things to turn so much to his advantage. Indeed, the King was much satisfied.
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"Lord Frieza"
"What is it Dodoria? You may rise"
"Everything has been taken care of, all you have to do is give the order"
"Very well"
The grotesque blob that had bowed in front of frieza nodded and turned to leave when Frieza called him back. "Dodoria wait!"
"Yes Lord Frieza?"
"Is Prince Vegeta here?"
"Why, yes Lord Frieza"
"Make sure he leaves immediately in a purging expedition, I don't care where, just get him out of here"
Dodoria was surprised at his lord's command and was about to protest but thought better of it. If he wasn't careful, he would find himself blown to another dimension for his impertinence. He didn't like it one bit, this fascination Frieza had with the little monkey, but he couldn't ignore his wishes either. Disliking the fact that the prince was meant to survive, Dodoria went to do his bidding.
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"Yes! Finally a worthy mission!" Vegeta was pacing back and forth in his excitement. He had just told little Fhazha the good news. He was about to embark on an important expedition ordered by Frieza himself. He didn't notice Fhazha's crestfallen face.
"How long will it take?" asked the little saiyan
"I don't know brat, but I can't wait. I shall depart today"
Just then Vegeta noticed she wasn't excited for him. She was in fact looking at her feet, her two little hands folded on her back.
"Don't tell me rainbow head that you are going to cry?" he said with a smirk folding his arms over his chest. He did it purposely, to distract her so she could forget about her sadness. He knew she was sad, she worshipped him, always looking up to him, and he felt touched that she would miss him. At least someone in that blasted planet would sincerely miss him besides his father.
She sucked in her breath at such a suggestion. "Of course I won't cry! How absurd, Saiyans don't cry!" looking away from him, she had to concentrate hard, but her eyes refused to cooperate with her and just kept blurring, and she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of him, she would rather die than let him think she was weak.
"Of course you wouldn't cry," he said in a condescending tone
"I must go now, when I come back you'll have to tell me everything that's happened here, and we can play any new games you learn" and she only nodded at that. With that he turned to go, looking back at her one more time waving his hand in farewell.
"Good bye my prince..." Fhazha almost choked trying to hold back her sadness, and was able to murmur a last good bye...
"Farewell rainbow head...." were the last words she ever heard from him.
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"What's that noise!"
"Quick! Open the tank! She's ready"... ordered Odyssey...
A disoriented Fhazha stepped out of the regenerating tank, grabbing the back of her head, for she could still feel the vivid feelings of her dream. It had felt so real that for a moment she had thought to be back in the past with Vegeta. Back in the sanctuary the old weaponry room had become when they were children.
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"Aggg"
Vegeta opened his eyes gasping for air, he didn't want to move, not that he could, for he felt every single swollen muscle in his body. He felt disoriented, for a moment he didn't know where he was as he was still dwelling in the haziness of his subconscious...
"Rainbow head..." he whispered savoring the name, savoring the memories that had surfaced in his dream.
Now he understood what she had meant when she told him she had hoped he would remember. Remember what? He had asked himself then not knowing what she had meant, yet now he knew. Now he understood what had happened. When he had been told of Planet Vegeta's destruction, the first thing that had come to his mind had been the pretty face of his little saiyan minx, so innocent and wise at the same time. Her irritating logic, her laughter and ingenuity, all of that would be no more. And Vegeta had blocked her from his consciousness, he had deliberately forgotten she ever existed to forgo the pain that her loss would surely inflict on his senses. He had not been prepared to submit to such emotional weakness, and so he erased her from his mind forever.....
Until now...
It had felt so real. How could he have known that his little brat had survived? that she had become such a magnificent creature? But it should be no surprise, because he had known since the first time he had met her in the weaponry room that she was special, that she was meant for greatness... just like him. And now she was here, back in his life to fulfill a destiny that wasn't meant to be. And that realization made him stiffen in frustration.
"Yes father; physically at least, he's too stubborn not to, besides, he would never allow something as insignificant as a little explosion to do him real harm, he's too proud for that"
Bulma told her father as she gently caressed Vegeta's cheek. They had found him underneath the rubble that used to be the gravity room and had to immediately take him to the infirmary. He had been unconscious for 2 days now, but Bulma was sure he would get through, just like the last time. Just as he always did. She had to sigh as she remembered the past; it felt eons since then. She remembered Vegeta bringing himself to the brink of madness in the severe training he had subjected himself preparing for the arrival of the Androids, and also to surpass Goku.
"Will you ever know peace?" she whispered to his still form, and with those lasts words and a kiss to his lips she went about her day... __________________________________________________________________
"Will she be fine Odyssey? I mean, she's been in that tank for three days now"
"Of course she will be fine Goku. It won't be long now before she recovers. She's too strong and stubborn to let a simple training session do any real harm, besides, she does it all the time"
"What do you mean?" Goku asked the ship not quite understanding...
"She has religiously trained all her life in anticipation of meeting Prince Vegeta. You see, she wanted to offer him the best and that meant that she had to become strong and powerful enough to be worthy of him. Anything less than perfection wouldn't do for her. She also needed to be strong to be a suitable guardian to the Saiyans that had survived; she needs to be strong to properly teach them the "Saiyan Way" and to protect them. As you can see, my little princess bears much responsibility. Many times she has taken things to the extreme in her obsession to excel; many times I have found the need to intervene and override the training simulator's program to make her stop. She would spend a few days regenerating, only to come out ready for another training bout. She is no stranger to hardship and the pain that comes with it, on the contrary, it only makes her stronger"
"I see you call her a saiyan princess? But I thought she said her father was a scientist"
" That is true, but you see, In her own right Fhazha is a saiyan princess, she is Prince Vegeta's chosen mate, ordained by the King himself. I have to admit that it's become my pet name for her, but technically is true. I am only stating a fact. Someday she and Prince Vegeta shall mate to establish once again the Saiyan Race"
"Wow, she's very impressive. A true Saiyan indeed" Goku said in awe...
"Oh yes she is" answered the ship Odyssey with something aching to pride in its voice.
"And in other circumstances, the perfect match for Vegeta" goku silently thought, for he had not told the ship yet all of the details. He decided to leave that up to Fhazha. He truly felt for her predicament, some things in life were just not fair...
..."And why are emotions a weakness Fhazha my daughter?"
"Because they might interfere in critical situations such as combat. Your emotions may be perceived by your enemy and used against you. One must always keep control of one's emotions to be focused in yourself and your surroundings"
"But Fhazha, by that rationale you mean to say that by loving me, your father, you are a weak individual?"
"No father, loving you does not make me a weakling, but it might weaken me"
"How is that different than being weak?"
"An enemy might use you against me. An enemy might threaten your welfare in order to get to me and my feelings for you would weaken my resolve or destroy my advantage against my adversary. So technically speaking, emotions create disadvantageous situations that might cost one's life"
Planthor could only nod his approval at his daughter's logic. He felt extremely proud of her. She was a wee lass of three, and yet, she rationalized better than all the adults he knew.
"May I go now father?"
"Yes My daughter, you may leave"
Kissing her on the forehead, Planthor saw his daughter happily scurry away. Fhazha hurried down the long corridors of the castle. She loved to snoop around. The place was so immense that she still had places to discover and explore. She went down a narrow hallway she had not been to before and when she reached the end she found herself in a circular room covered with ancient battle weapons of all kinds. She recognized all of them for she had studied all of Planet Vegeta's history and everything that pertained to it. Excitement took hold of her as she was determined to examine every single one of them...
"What are you doing here!"
Startled Fhazha turned around, only to be pierced by the coldest and blackest eyes she had ever seen. That said eyes shone with displeasure didn't help matters at all. She was ashamed that she had been found skulking around.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was occupied"
The saiyan boy was older than fhazha by a few years and a lot stronger; he had raven spiked hair, in the typical saiyan way.
"How dare you trespass brat! I should have your head for this insolence!"
"Why must you terminate my existence over something as trivial as this? It would surely not merit the waste of energy nor the effort. I'm afraid I don't understand your rationale," she said confused at what he had said.
The Saiyan boy was taken aback by her remark, no one dared speak back to him in such an insolent manner and the little brat wasn't even bowing to him, she wasn't scared at all!
"What are you anyway? You are much too young to be speaking in such an insolent way, yet you seem so diminutive, are you a dwarf? I've heard of such creatures, yet had never actually seen one"
He said feigning a fascinated look as he inspected her...
At that Fhazha took serious offense, dwarf indeed!
"I AM THREE YEARS OLD! For your information Father says that I'm a genius"
There, she said it as if it was a royal proclamation. That would show him!
"Besides, you are not that big yourself!"
"Well, size does not matter when it comes to strength brat!"
Vegeta was amused; he had been irritated not to mention bored stiff all day with Nappa and his useless training sessions. The fool couldn't get anyone worthy of his strength, and he had indeed crushed every adversary like miserable flies. He had decided to take a break while Nappa was fucking one of the serving wenches, an act that he found completely useless and messy, at least in Nappa's case. His women always ended up bloody and broken. The servants of Planet Vegeta were usually alien slaves, captured from their planets by the Saiyans in purging expeditions and no creature that wasn't Saiyan could withstand the full power of a Saiyan's passion. Nappa's swollen cock alone had torn asunder many slaves before, the man was just too huge, but he didn't care how much he hurt the women as long as he took his pleasure. In fact, the more they screamed, the more aroused he got. He was truly a sadistic son of a bitch and Vegeta found the whole thing tasteless. That is why he had been extremely annoyed to have found the old weaponry room already occupied by the rainbow head brat.
"Are you a half breed? Why is your hair so ugly with so many colors?
Vegeta said intrigued with the many shades of her unruly mop of hair.
Her eyes widen at that and unconsciously touched her hair.
"I am not! I'm a true Saiyan, both my parents are. Father says that I inherited my "unique coloring" from an ancestor. She made sure to emphasize unique coloring trying to make her point to him.
"Humph!" was all he said
"How old are you?" For a moment Vegeta meant to ignore her, but thought otherwise.
"I am Seven years old brat, and already the strongest Saiyan who ever lived. I have defeated every single opponent that has challenged me and someday I will become the legendary Super Saiyan" the boy proudly bragged.
"That cannot be, because Father says that only the royal descendants of Vegeta have a shot at it"
"Father Says... Father Says" Vegeta mockingly mimicked her
"Isn't there anything that your father says that you don't repeat like a parrot? Don't you think for yourself? Are you simple-minded? And for your information the blood of the legendary super saiyans flows through my veins, or don't you know who I Am?
Fhazha only shook her head because indeed she did not know.
"Your ignorance is amazing," he spat shaking his head at her "I am Vegeta, Prince Vegeta, future ruler of Planet Vegeta, the Future Super Saiyan"
After saying that with all the pompousness it merited, he waited for her to crumble at his feet in mortification for being so disrespectful to him. He expected her to beg for his forgiveness, but to his amazement, she just stood there blinking her innocent golden pools as if she didn't believe him at all or did not understand the significance of his words.
"But...are you sure? It seems so unlikely. The king is a giant of a Saiyan, and you are so short...."
"How dare you doubt my word brat!"
"I didn't mean to offend you, I but made an observation"
"Can't you speak normal brat, your jargon is tiresome" With that Vegeta turned around and Fhazha thought he meant to leave...
"Wait!" "Don't go" "I'll try to speak dumb, I promise"
At that, Vegeta couldn't help smiling; actually, it was more of a smirk, but close enough. The brat was very amusing and it had been a very long time since he had actually held a conversation with anyone but Nappa, Frieza or his father. Everyone was too intimidated by him and the rest of the boys his age wouldn't come near him. They were too frightened of him. The only contact he had was in the training room for the sole purpose of fighting, but never to speak. Vegeta was too proud to let them know he desired their attention. This little rainbow haired brat wasn't frightened; she looked him straight in the eyes and spoke her mind without a care. It was actually refreshing and it amused him, something really rare.
"Really? I would really like to see you try" And with that, Fhazha did her best to sound as "dumb" as she could possibly could, something that made Vegeta want to bowl in laughter (not that he actually would), but he had to admit that she amused him like no other.
"I have to go," she said mortified, it had been fun to be able to talk with someone other than his father or mother.
"Will you come here tomorrow?" her innocent look full of hope did wonders for Vegeta's ego, not that it wasn't oversized already.
"Perhaps"
And that was enough for the little Saiyan.
Since that day on there was an unspoken understanding between the two of them. After their daily duties they would meet in the weaponry room, with Fhazha doing most of the talking. Telling him every single detail about her day and what she had learned. On one of these occasions he asked her
"How come you never spend time with the rest of the kids, brat?"
He was shocked to see her face crumble in sadness as she looked away with her little shoulders slumped.
"None of them would talk to me. They say I'm a freak, not that I want to speak to any of them. They can hardly form two sentences properly, they are too childish, but none of the older children accept me because I'm different, a freak of nature they say. Besides, some of them I think are jealous because I'm stronger than they are. That's why I spend all my time studying with father or training with mother, there's nothing else to do"
And she just shrugged at that. Vegeta had felt her painful admission, suddenly he felt angry at the other children for treating her so callously, but he knew he couldn't force them to acknowledge her, his interference would only cause resentment making matters worse for her and he wouldn't do that to her.
Placing his hand on her little shoulder Vegeta told her, almost whispering..
"I don't think you're a freak brat... Ugly yes, with that weird rainbow hair, but definitely not a freak"
Fhazha felt her heart swell with something she didn't understand at his words. His compliment was the most wonderful thing anyone had ever said to her before, and since that moment Vegeta had earned her unconditional devotion. She didn't care how ugly he thought she was, she would never get past the fact that he didn't think she was a freak like everyone else did.
"But what about you? How come YOU don't socialize with your peers?" And he frowned as she turned the tables on him. Truth be told, he suffered almost her same fate. The rest of her peers shunned her as a child prodigy, he on the other hand, because he was the Prince, was treated too deferentially. No one dared speak their mind to him, they all lived in constant fear and with good cause as well, for even he admitted that his rage was formidable. But just like her, he had felt the weight of loneliness upon his shoulders. He had no more siblings to speak of. Tradition dictated that the King's heirs had to prove themselves to him by challenging each other; with the victor becoming the future King of Vegeta, as long as the king himself approved. For not only need the child be superior in strength, but in intelligence and cunning as well and Vegeta had proven to be smart, and a genius strategist since a young age. It had not been difficult to defeat his siblings and he had relished in his victory killing every single one of them without remorse. For tradition demanded the defeated contenders be completely annihilated in order to avoid future challenges to the throne and civil war. King Vegeta's chest had swelled with pride at his son's ruthlessness and had said that if Vegeta kept getting stronger, he had a great chance at becoming a super Saiyan. That is why Vegeta trained so hard, he wanted to keep that gleam of approval and pride on his father's eyes and of course, his ego wouldn't let him be anything less than perfection as the superior being he was.
And finally he answered her question...
"Because they are unworthy of my attention. They are nothing but fools that bore me to death. Weaklings that cannot match me in any way, so why should I waste my time with them?" Vegeta spat on the floor after saying this...
And she nodded changing the subject, floating in a cloud of happiness that just refused to go away. From then on that's how their days would be spent, forming a special bond that even they didn't understand. When Fhazha wasn't able to meet with him, she would be miserable, moping throughout whatever she was doing. She couldn't wait until she could see him again, to enthusiastically relate to him the things she found fascinating; the different customs of whatever culture she was studying at the time. Even sometimes playing things called games that were practiced in these cultures, something they both enjoyed. She had never been so happy in the three years of her life. The same went for Vegeta. He would never admit it to her or to anyone, but he looked forward spending time with her. She was such a little imp, always able to amuse him with her infinite source of knowledge. She always told him about the different cultures she learned about. She fascinated him with her keen intelligence and endless enthusiasm, making so much sense that at times he had to take a second look at her to make sure he wasn't talking to some ancient crone, instead of the three year old that had become his friend and semi confidant. Vegeta was even surprised to sometimes find himself smirking more than usual, not mockingly, but in enjoyment of the moment, because what he felt was genuine. The little brat had eased the painful weight of loneliness from his young shoulders and for that he was very grateful. With her, he could forget the hardships of training. He could forget the stern code of the Saiyans, the need to constantly guard his emotions. With her, he could pretend he was free from all of it. He was nothing but rude to her, most of the time mocking her, but she had realized that he just didn't know any other way to act. That was his way of showing her he respected their friendship, because no matter how much he complained about her, or how much he said she irritated him, he would always seek her out. He even went so far as looking for her in the library a couple of times where she studied with Her father.
Unbeknown to them, King Vegeta was very much aware of their developing friendship, which made him very glad. He had decided since he had found out about the little Saiyan Warrior Fhazha, that she would make a perfect mate for his son when the time came. She was the daughter of his beloved advisor Planthor and her mother was one of the strongest Saiyan Elites. He could not have found better for the insurance of his legacy. And he had not expected things to turn so much to his advantage. Indeed, the King was much satisfied.
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"Lord Frieza"
"What is it Dodoria? You may rise"
"Everything has been taken care of, all you have to do is give the order"
"Very well"
The grotesque blob that had bowed in front of frieza nodded and turned to leave when Frieza called him back. "Dodoria wait!"
"Yes Lord Frieza?"
"Is Prince Vegeta here?"
"Why, yes Lord Frieza"
"Make sure he leaves immediately in a purging expedition, I don't care where, just get him out of here"
Dodoria was surprised at his lord's command and was about to protest but thought better of it. If he wasn't careful, he would find himself blown to another dimension for his impertinence. He didn't like it one bit, this fascination Frieza had with the little monkey, but he couldn't ignore his wishes either. Disliking the fact that the prince was meant to survive, Dodoria went to do his bidding.
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"Yes! Finally a worthy mission!" Vegeta was pacing back and forth in his excitement. He had just told little Fhazha the good news. He was about to embark on an important expedition ordered by Frieza himself. He didn't notice Fhazha's crestfallen face.
"How long will it take?" asked the little saiyan
"I don't know brat, but I can't wait. I shall depart today"
Just then Vegeta noticed she wasn't excited for him. She was in fact looking at her feet, her two little hands folded on her back.
"Don't tell me rainbow head that you are going to cry?" he said with a smirk folding his arms over his chest. He did it purposely, to distract her so she could forget about her sadness. He knew she was sad, she worshipped him, always looking up to him, and he felt touched that she would miss him. At least someone in that blasted planet would sincerely miss him besides his father.
She sucked in her breath at such a suggestion. "Of course I won't cry! How absurd, Saiyans don't cry!" looking away from him, she had to concentrate hard, but her eyes refused to cooperate with her and just kept blurring, and she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of him, she would rather die than let him think she was weak.
"Of course you wouldn't cry," he said in a condescending tone
"I must go now, when I come back you'll have to tell me everything that's happened here, and we can play any new games you learn" and she only nodded at that. With that he turned to go, looking back at her one more time waving his hand in farewell.
"Good bye my prince..." Fhazha almost choked trying to hold back her sadness, and was able to murmur a last good bye...
"Farewell rainbow head...." were the last words she ever heard from him.
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"What's that noise!"
"Quick! Open the tank! She's ready"... ordered Odyssey...
A disoriented Fhazha stepped out of the regenerating tank, grabbing the back of her head, for she could still feel the vivid feelings of her dream. It had felt so real that for a moment she had thought to be back in the past with Vegeta. Back in the sanctuary the old weaponry room had become when they were children.
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"Aggg"
Vegeta opened his eyes gasping for air, he didn't want to move, not that he could, for he felt every single swollen muscle in his body. He felt disoriented, for a moment he didn't know where he was as he was still dwelling in the haziness of his subconscious...
"Rainbow head..." he whispered savoring the name, savoring the memories that had surfaced in his dream.
Now he understood what she had meant when she told him she had hoped he would remember. Remember what? He had asked himself then not knowing what she had meant, yet now he knew. Now he understood what had happened. When he had been told of Planet Vegeta's destruction, the first thing that had come to his mind had been the pretty face of his little saiyan minx, so innocent and wise at the same time. Her irritating logic, her laughter and ingenuity, all of that would be no more. And Vegeta had blocked her from his consciousness, he had deliberately forgotten she ever existed to forgo the pain that her loss would surely inflict on his senses. He had not been prepared to submit to such emotional weakness, and so he erased her from his mind forever.....
Until now...
It had felt so real. How could he have known that his little brat had survived? that she had become such a magnificent creature? But it should be no surprise, because he had known since the first time he had met her in the weaponry room that she was special, that she was meant for greatness... just like him. And now she was here, back in his life to fulfill a destiny that wasn't meant to be. And that realization made him stiffen in frustration.