Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lost on a Dream Afar ❯ Meet the Prince ( Chapter 2 )

Lost on a Dream Afar

By Crazy Chi Chi

Authorial Notice: Hey Hey hey! I'm back with a vengeance! *Vegeta plushies are surrounding me* Vegeta: Hey whats with these things, Onna?

Me: Hehehe these are my secret weapon!!

Trials and Tribulations

Chapter Two

Lost in the mists of time, the No Ou refused to remarry after the birth of his only son and the mysterious death of his beloved mate. Now and again he would take the peaceful trip through the rose gardens of the Palace; through the stone path, which led to her gravesite, dropping a spindle of white roses before her tombstone. Young Vegeta often followed his father's large footsteps, giggling and laughing like the young boy he was as the No Ou reminisced about better days. Already the Ice-jins had been lashing out upon the galaxy, which beheld their small terra.

Yet now as a decade and a few years had come to an end, Vegeta had his hands full with the raising of his rambunctious 13-year-old son, the Prince of the Saiya-jin race. Concealing his son from the prying eyes of the Ice-jin Empire had been tedious, not to mention the unusual explanations which had come along the way. Beauty had lost its caressing touch, as finally the curtains were open: The announcement of his son's thirteenth birthday and the beginning of manhood for the teenage Prince. Trained, upbeat, and having a thirst for battle, the younger Vegeta had now faced his next challenge; the arrival of the leader of the Ice-jins: Freiza.

Sitting in a tub, Vegeta no Ouji looked more like a wet dog than the trained killing machine he was as his servants prepared him for the Ice-jin's arrival. His fingers and toes were already wrinkled and frayed; his skin pink from the warm, soapy water. He was ready for whatever came towards him, except for that Female maid who kept barging in, begging him to hurry up. Sprawled out in the gold bathtub Vegeta reminisced about what his father had told him about Freiza. Now or never he had to face the willpower of a tyrant with too much - the horrors in which Vegeta's `people' had ravished in the wastelands of Vegeta-sei far outweighed any toll the former kings of old had allied with the Ice-jins. But now it seemed that the use of the Saiya-jin people to assault and ravage new planets for the despot's tidings in order to remain safe and sound and with provisions appeared meaningless. As Frieza's power grew, so did his yearning for supremacy.

And this was the exact reason his father had kept the youngster from the clutches of Frieza. Remembering his tarnished childhood living onboard ships and on alien planets, purging for the sake of his own safety, the King had wished that he could conceal his son a while longer than presenting him now. But time was of the essence as today was the day the Prince would be turning 13 and as most saiya-jins knew, he would soon be in the equinox of his first Rut.

The Rut was of great tradition for Saiya-jin males - its inaction brought forth the force of manhood for each young Saiya-jin. While the women dealt with the normal spurts and growth of puberty, boys had to deal with their immense hormonal urges which were centered around every thirteen years. Vegeta no Ouji was just as excited as anyone of his age was for the Rut ceremony; absolutely null.

Pulling his thin muscular form from the murk of the tub, he shook himself dry, running his strong hands through his long flowing black hair. Swooshing his tail to and fro, he wondered what awaited him during the Rut ceremony, which would be held in the Ice-jin's presence unfortunately. More likely embarrassed than angered, he knew it was for the best, as his father has solemnly retorted. I'll one day kick that baka Ice-jin ass all the way to the moon he thought, pulling a towel around his middle. When I become stronger than any Saiya-jin!

Yelling for his maid, he groped for his spandex suit and gloves. She hurried in, handing the dressing prince his armor, which had been shined. "Now, sire," she retorted, pulling it over his head, "Your father, the king, has requested that you be on your best behavior!"

"I will…" growled Vegeta, smirking peevishly as he wrapped his tail firmly around his midsection. As his servant woman adorned his long crimson cape, he pulled away uncomfortably as she tackled the task at hand, finally succeeding.

"There you are now, my lord." She stepped back and smiled, giving him a `good' job look as he turned and headed out into his lavish bedroom.

Unlike any normal boy, the Prince's room was decorated in a hence of dark fabrics and silk. No toys were sprawled out, kept in their tidy hiding place of course - but these weren't your normal toys. More like combat equipment than the usual action figure or two.

Striding out into the hallway, he glanced at the guards by his door curiously, wondering why they even had them as he ran right into his father, the no Ou.

"Brat," The senior Vegeta looked down at him with a stern, but caring look of determination. His only son, the heir of his once beloved wife, looked up at the king whilst wiping his little running noise with his bleached gloves smiling a toothy smirk, his eyes piercing up and through him. "Where are your manners? You'll be shamed using your gloves for such business!"

"Sorry, father." Young Vegeta turned his head away, as if inspecting a fly. "I'm just bored, waiting here for some tyrant to come and ravish us all."

"I won't hear of it, Vegeta!" The king snapped, lifting a hand to his son's shoulder. "Come on, everything will be all right." Leading Vegeta towards the docking bay, he smiled. "Even if you have to deal with a tyrant, and a aging father…"

Moments later they were at the Palace's docking station, along with a gloomy crowd of servants and elites, who were preparing for Lord Freeza's arrival. Crossing his arms just so, the young no Ouji frowned as the gate to the tyrant's ship opened revealing a host of his own servants and whores. It was a sullen group as the women were paraded among a field of elites and young males of all races.

Growling to himself in disgust, Vegeta tried to tell himself what was occurring as finally the tyrant showed his pale face, waving to the people of Vegita - sei, then finally setting his eyes upon the young Prince.

"Ahh…" sighed Freeza as he approached the King and son. He wasn't that tall, or so Vegeta thought as he stared at the tyrant with a loathing glance of hate. This is the creature that has suppressed us? If it wasn't for the fact that Vegeta had promised his father he would behave, he would have laughed aloud for the Ice-jin's appearance. Small, angular and pale, Freeza didn't look much like the feared lord of the cosmos. "So this is your son. I never would have guessed you would hide the brat from me. After all these years since your dreaded mate to this, I must say you have a lot of explaining to do, Vegeta."

"Now, now…" commented the no Ou tensely, ignoring the harsh remarks of his deceased mate. "You always said it was best to hide any secret weapon."

"Secret weapon? This scrawny boy?" sneered the Ice-jin, grabbing a tuft of Vegeta no Ouji's hair. Growling softly, Young Vegeta tried to yank away from Freiza grip but it was useless as his father frowned at him. "I wouldn't call this brat a secret weapon, but perhaps looks aren't everything, they say."

Hours later, much to Vegeta's demise, he sat at a table, fuming over steamed rice and other delicacies as his father carried on about the trails and tribulations of running a kingdom on theatrically nothing. Drumming his fingers upon the table he was zoned out until he heard the words about his departure from the planet. Looking up sharply, he frowned in disgust as the tyrant downed another goblet of wine, laughing about the young prince's period of rut.

"I think it would be best to send him to conquer a few planets for me while he is in that state. " He smiled evilly, gesturing towards the 13 year old. "What do you think Vegeta?"

Rubbing his beard wearily, the King closed his eyes, wincing at the thought of his only son sent away from his home and into the worlds of the Ice-jins. Grasping for the right words to say, he smiled, trying to hide his deep anger. "Sounds interesting indeed, my lord. How about one of the frontier planets?"

"Sounds lovely." Sneered freeza, standing from his velvet chair, letting his glass to be settled upon the table, "In fact it suits the situation perfectly."

Vegeta no Ouji frowned. This defiantly wasn't to his liking; sent to a planet to live out one of the Saiya-jins natural cycles whilst the tyrant watched with his hideous gaze. This is not how I want to go about this - not at all!

"Then its settled," The elder Vegeta stood, reaching out his palm to the despot with a grievous look. "Shall we prepare?"

Hours later Vegeta no Ouji settled back into the cramped space pod as the technicians helped with the fittings. Growling, he mused about what was to come, and so on. This is not happening! Watching his father approach, he forced a smile, which was rare in this times, and bowed his head slowly, to show status.

"My son," The King began, sighing. "Be safe."

"Papa," The No Ouji retorted, trying everything to get out of the situation. "I want to stay here, on Vegeta-sei!"

"That may be, however, I'm doing what's best for you, Vegeta.," Turning as the Tyrant approached he broke his voice into a whisper. "Please be safe…"

"Oh! I will!" growled Vegeta as his father turned. A technician approached, nodding to the Prince. Its time to go, I guess…

Million of miles away and a few days out, Vegeta was asleep in his cramped quarters, buckled in and the computer set to autopilot. Claustrophobic wouldn't even describe the situation, nonetheless anything else for that matter. Snoring, the Prince wouldn't realize that whilst the steady beeping of the console, a planet was approaching.

"Chikyu-sei approaching," it hummed on, with the usual clatter of noises. "Chikyu-"

"What!? What!?" Vegeta snapped awake, staring wildly about him. Only moments before he had been dreaming about the palace and working out in his gym yet now, stuck in the chaos of space, he was hurling towards some planet he knew not of.

It took several minutes to resituate where he was and what time it was before he took in the consideration that maybe this wasn't the right thing to do - to be left alone on some planet and utterly destroy it. Yet following his father's orders would always be something, which Vegeta knew of, preferring to stay in the confines of his home world and nothing else.

Chikyu - sei…. Chikyu - sei… Vegeta's mind raced, grabbing a map of the galaxy he was in, he traced his path towards his destination. Chikyu -sei was not it, defiantly not it. Looking at the console full of button and other technological arrays, he mused about fuel and other important issues.

"I-I'm out of fuel!" he moaned, throwing the map into the cramped air. "Looks like chikyu - sei it is…"

A/N: Sorry for the wait on this chapter, yes I know it was at least a month, however I've been having some crisis's in my little life. I hope to have the next one up soon! I promise!