Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Saga ❯ The Escape ( Chapter 2 )

The Saga

Chapter 2

Frieza shut off the screen where he had been negotiating an 'alliance' with the people of Tehren-9 making him supreme leader. They could choose a governor to act in his steed, if they didn't want to be annihilated. He grinned; who would have guessed when he acquired that little saiyan brat that his kingdom would double and his enemies would be decimated. He smiled and licked his lips. Vegeta was getting more powerful. And his hatred of him was continuing to grow too. One day he would have to deal with Vegeta like he dealt with the rest of his race.

A slight beep sounded to his conference room as the doors slid open revealing his second in command Zarbon. He was of some long extinct reptilian race that hid their true form underneath a pretty package. "You wanted something Zarbon," asked Frieza as he maneuvered his hover chair around to face his first commander.

"Yes, Lord Frieza," answered Zarbon as he slid his green braid around his neck. "I don't want to seem paranoid, but since Vegeta has returned he has taken his two minions, and they've cloistered themselves inside his quarters."

Frieza looked on with a bored expression. Zarbon was such a worrywart. "So?"

Zarbon blinked. "Sir, didn't you hear what I said?"

Frieza's long pink tail began to oscillate up and down in impatience. "Yes, I heard you Zarbon. Vegeta and his two monkey pals have closed themselves off in his room. What about it?"

Goggling in disbelief Zarbon stared at Frieza. How could he forget that Vegeta was one of those nasty Saiyajins? The race that he destroyed because they were getting too powerful--and they tried to rebel. The boy prince showed no loyalty to Frieza. "Sir, maybe I didn't make myself clear. Prince Vegeta, the Saiyan who looks at you with undisguised hatred, has sequestered him and his subordinates inside his room."

Frieza moaned. Zarbon was becoming a real pain, but since he didn't have anything better to do he might as well play along with his blue playboy. "I understand Zarbon. However, I doubt Vegeta would be stupid enough to plot against me. I could destroy him in one thought. Do you doubt my power?"

Zarbon let out a breath of relief that he finally got through to Frieza. He knew his leader could be a little thick in the head, but not understanding the implications of having the young prince lock himself away from the rest of the station could prove fatal--for all. "I do not doubt your power Lord Frieza, however, as Chief Commander I doubt the loyalty of Prince Vegeta."

Lifting a purplish hand tipped with black nails in the air Frieza waved away the rest of Zarbon's reasoning, "There is no reason for you to question his loyalty to me Zarbon. I know Vegeta isn't faithful to me at all. The only reason he stays with me is he knows observing me will be the only way he can get stronger." Frieza moved his hover chair toward the communications matrix in the room. "However, like you said I have to be careful. I do not like the idea of Vegeta closeting himself off from the rest of us." He pushed a button on the panel.

The screen blipped once before the ugly pink face of Dodoria appeared on screen. "You called Lord Frieza."

"Yes, Dodoria," he began gesturing to the blue-skinned alien behind him. "Zarbon has brought me some disturbing news about our resident Saiyans. It seems they have closed themselves off in Prince Vegeta's apartment. I want to know what they are up to--if anything."

"Hai, sire" acknowledged Dodoria hearing the unsaid statement. He knew Zarbon was prone to paranoia about the Saiyans since they came aboard to live with them. "I'll find out everything they have done since they've came back to the station."

"Very good, and please be discrete."

"Understood Lord Frieza." Dodoria signed off ending the communiqué.

Zarbon's lip curled in disgust as that fat ugly spiky pink thing signed off to accomplish the duty he wanted to do himself. "Lord Frieza why did you send Dodoria when I could have gone instead?"

Frieza groaned. He did not have time for Zarbon to whine to him again. "Dodoria is already close by the Saiyan quarters, and second Vegeta hates him less. Vegeta thinks of him as an idiot that is beneath him--a waste of his time. He would most likely be less suspicious if Dodoria investigated. Vegeta doesn't like you and would instantly think something was afoot if you came talking to him."

Zarbon didn't like the answer, however he had no choice, but to accept it because contradicting Frieza could find him on the painful end of death. "Hai sire, I understand."

"Good." Whirling his chair back toward the panel Frieza uploaded a quadrant star map to the enormous screen. "If it will make you feel better you can pick the next place we 'negotiate' another alliance with."

Zarbon stared at the screen, although he wanted to interrogate the Saiyans picking the next celestial body was just as good for a consolation prize. "I would be happy to," he said as he stepped closer to the screen.

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Dr. Zodor worked quietly to put his escape plan into action. The time was almost at hand and he had to meet the Saiyans in a few minutes to do his part from escaping that tyrant Frieza. Moving from one panel to the next he check and double checked the equipment that he was taking with him, and the things he was leaving behind to make sure Frieza could never track him down again.

"Doctor Zodor," called a lab assistant stopping him from his methodical progress. "We received a summons from the saiyan Prince requesting you to install that new training program in their Tactical Training Room."

"Yes, of course," replied the doctor sticking on his absented-minded face that he had come to develop on the space station. "I'll get right to it; I'm currently developing a new warp technology for Lord Frieza. I guess I must have gotten sidetracked again Cardip." He smiled at the young Tekian.

Cardip shook his head at the doctor. He would never understand how someone reported to be the greatest mind in the galaxy was so absent-minded. "If you're busy Dr. Zodor I'll will be happy to install the equipment in the TTR."

"That's quite all right Cardip," said Zodor as he gathered up the things he needed. "Prince Vegeta asked me to put a rush on this, therefore there are still some bugs in it to work out, and some warnings I have to give the young impatient Prince after I connect this program. I'll be back before you know it," he shouted behind him as he departed the lab.

The bald-headed Tekian watched Dr. Zodor exit the room. An absent-minded genius. He didn't think such a thing existed. But his pedagogue was proof of the fact that they do exist. Cardip glanced up at the interplanetary clock, "I wonder if Munr Eon is available for lunch."

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Dodoria quietly made his way toward the section the Saiyans occupied on the ship. As Frieza ordered him, he discreetly asked others on the ship what the Saiyans had been doing since their return. Just as he suspected: no one knew anything. The Saiyans were an isolated race, they rarely talked or interacted with anybody, preferring to keep to themselves or go out on several missions.

Like Zarbon, he didn't trust the Saiyans, and believed they should have all been killed, but Frieza was attached to the young prince, so they kept him alive, along with two of his subordinates. Unlike Zarbon he wasn't paranoid every time they huddled up together, heck if there was anyone left of his race he would be doing the same thing.

Dodoria stepped through the sliding gate and came faced with the very alien race he was thinking about. "Vegeta," he called out. "How are you doing?"

"Dodoria." Vegeta lifted a finely shaped ebony eyebrow. "Why do you ask?"

"I was trying to be polite to you," sniffed the outraged pink puffball. "Our next assignment may be with each other. I thought it was time that I got to know you. You're turning out to be quite the warrior." He smugly smiled, "Almost up to my level."

"Up to your level," sneered the prince, "Don't make me laugh. I would never go out with such a low class soldier on a mission," Vegeta coolly replied. "And Frieza knows this. So, stop wasting my time you spiky pink ball and state your purpose."

Rage coursed through Dodoria's body turning his face a deep lavender hue. "Listen you saiyan dog. I could break your body with one hand." He puffed out his massive chest. "You forget that I'm Lord Frieza's second in command."

Radditz and Nappa stepped forward when Dodoria dared to utter a curse about their prince. "You dare to insult Prince Vegeta," they growled simultaneously.

Vegeta held up a white-gloved hand preventing them from challenging the pink ball to a battle. "I'm capable of taking care of myself. Plus, I don't want you two to waste valuable energy dispatching this sphere of pink fluff."

"What did you say you…you…you monkey!"

Vegeta's dark eyes blackened even more at being called a monkey. He calmly walked forward his hand striking out like a snake catching hold of Dodoria's throat, cutting off the aliens air supply. He brought the now blue face closer to his as Dodoria struggled in vain to dislodge the hand that clutched tightly at his windpipe. "Listen you pink freak. I do not know why Frieza has sent you to spy on me, but you can tell him I do not appreciate it. My training room is supposed to be off limits to everyone on this ship, so take your disgusting presence from it. Because next time you call me a monkey, I will not hesitate to kill you. Frieza or no Frieza." Vegeta finished throwing the pink alien to the floor. "Now get out!"

Radditz and Nappa turned to each other smiling as they watch Dodoria pick himself off the ground to scuttle outside the room. Life with Vegeta was never boring--hell life as a Saiyan was never boring.

The doors slid open again, Vegeta tensed he hoped it wasn't Dodoria coming back; it would sorely disrupt his plans if he was forced to kill that spiky creature. He could not afford put his plans on hold to kill that waste of space. However, only the scientist, Dr. Zodor came through the metallic doors.

Dr. Zodor chuckled as he entered the room. "The scurrying of Dodoria was product of you I presume, Prince Vegeta." He laid a black shoulder bag down on the tabletop and nodded a greeting to the other two Saiyans in the room.

Vegeta glanced at the doctor from the side of this eye still watching the door. "You're late. And, yes, I decided that Dodoria needed to learn there are certain words that I don't like used in my presence." He smirked as he turned. "I'm delicate."

The doctor and the other two Saiyans let out a startled chuckle at the statement. Vegeta may be many things, but 'delicate' was not one of the adjectives they would attribute to the warrior prince. "Yes, well, Prince Vegeta, I'll try not to upset your sensibilities too much." Zodor opened the bag to reveal a glowing crystal seated on a black velvet cloth.

"What's that?" questioned Nappa as he stepped forward ready to block his prince from anything the doctor brought out of the tote. "Why is it glowing?"

Vegeta stepped forward and shoved Nappa out of the way. "I'm well past needing you to constantly guard me Nappa."

Radditz strode forward readily to defend the bald-headed saiyan. "Lord Vegeta, Nappa is only doing his job. A job King Vegeta bestowed on us."

The saiyan prince glared at his other Royal Guardsman, but kept his mouth shut. Although, his father was dead, Vegeta did not have the authority to override one of his commands given while he was still alive. "Dr. Zodor, continue."

Doctor Zodor nervously twisted a length of his white hair, being around these Saiyajins made him nervous. He never knew when they would start blasting each other. "Yes, well, this is a Zularien Blood Crystal or ZBC for short. It's a DNA collector. By each of us holding the ZBC in our hand it is able to collect and store cells--enough cells that if I wanted to I could clone each of you."

Radditz and Nappa slowly backed away from the crystal. Cloning was absolute taboo subject on Vegetasei. To clone a soldier was to split his warrior spirit in half making one half full Oozaru and the other Saiyan--a power that should never be split apart. To even dream about being cloned was punishable by death. Now the bleached-hair doctor wanted to collect bio-data from them that could clone them. There was no way they were going to touch that thing.

Vegeta watched in amusement as his seasoned warriors backed away from the ZBC crystal. Oh, he knew about the myth of the clone, but he also knew that the legend was based upon unsupported scientific evidence. "So, we hold onto this and enough of our genetic coding will be collected to fool Frieza into thinking were dead?"

Zodor nodded. "That's correct. As for the change, I mentioned in the plan. I have rigged it after about thirty minutes, which should be enough time for Frieza to gather the data in the debris field there will be a malfunction on his computer navigational matrix that will send the ship several light years away from us."

"Good," stated Vegeta as he started to pull off one of his white gloves. "As for my change, instead of all us going immediately to Planet Jueru, we are stopping by Gelon-8 to pick up another Saiyan." He jerked a thumb at Radditz, "His younger brother Kakkarot."

The golden green eyes of Dr. Zodor opened in shock. "I thought there was only three Saiyans left in the galaxy. Where did Radditz's younger brother come from?" This was something new; he hadn't made enough plans to accommodate an extra Saiyan.

Nappa sneered. "Radditz suddenly remembered him. We don't even know if this brother of Radditz's is alive. Hell, he could be totally useless. Too bad Radditz couldn't suddenly remember something important like the key to killing Frieza. At least we would know that information would be useful."

Doctor Zodor looked toward the prince, "Umm, Prince Vegeta." He stopped. He didn't know how to tell him that he only made enough accommodations for another Saiyan.

Vegeta a raised a hand. "Don't worry, Dr. Zodor, if we retrieve Kakkarot it will be up to Radditz to share his space pod and provisions that you have so graciously provided for our trip." He glanced sideways at Radditz, "You don't mind do you Radditz?"

Radditz sneered. "Of course not, Prince Vegeta. Since, he is my bother I would naturally want to share all my 'accommodations' with him." A space pod was as roomy as a Hetan olive.

"Right," coughed Dr. Zodor as he picked up the velvet fabric that carried his Zularien Blood Crystal. "I will need each of you to hold the crystal for about three seconds. Please hold the crystal with both hands to collect the maximum amount of DNA from each of you."

Nappa regarded the glowing crystal out of narrow jet eyes. He did not want to touch anything that could possibly replicate him. He didn't care if the legend was true or not. He did not want to two of him existing in the galaxy.

"What's wrong Nappa," smirked Radditz, "are you scared?" He sneered at the commander's obvious hesitation. "You shouldn't be afraid of a little crystal. You're a Saiyajin, we've risked our lives on more deadly missions than touching a fuckin' glowing crystal."

Nappa bared his teeth and growled. "I'm not afraid of this crystal, you low class warrior." He snatched the ZBC from Zodor, placing it between his two large hands. The other pair of Saiyajins in the room moved closer to the larger Saiyan.

They watched as the crystal swished and swirled as it collected the bio-data from the commander. The bright white color the crystal had originally glowed now whirled with the dark garnet blood that was typical of the saiyan race. As soon as it began the mass of color was gone and the crystal returned to the bleak whiteness it once was.

"Finished," said Dr. Zodor as it returned to its original color. "Now, who's next?"

Radditz stepped up, took the crystal from Nappa, and watched the ZBC activate itself again. They watched the swirl began its extraction.

As Vegeta looked on a frightful smile worked its way to his lips. Finally, the time has come to escape from Frieza. When he returned he was going to bring the purple lizard to his knees. Frieza would ultimately learn what others in the galaxy already knew: never fuck with the Saiyajins. He began to chuckle softly to himself.

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Frieza gazed at section D on his star map. Zarbon had picked the small Kistargh planet, where they weren't very powerful warriors, but their people made physically impressive slaves. Their stamina for hard labor jobs was tooted all over the heavens. He licked his purple lips; it would be nice to have new slaves to work with. And maybe they would teach those Kistarghians how to use their ki--of course after he had taken them over and they pledged their allegiance to him.

A beep sounded as Frieza spun his hover chair around to see the entrance of his two top commanders. "Well, Dodoria, Zarbon" inquired their purple overlord. "What can I do for you?"

Dodoria bowed as he stepped forward, "Sir, I have a request."

"What is it?"

"I would like to have Prince Vegeta punished," replied the pink alien having a hard time breathing, as this throat was still incredibly sore from where the young prince had nearly strangled him.

Frieza moved his dais closer, "Now why would you want to have Vegeta disciplined. What could he have possibly done?"

Twin flares of hatred flamed in Dodoria eyes. "That saiyan dog put his hands on me. He even threatened to kill me. He also told me there wasn't a thing you could do to stop him."

Frieza frowned. He told Dodoria to investigate with delicacy, "He's right." Dodoria evidently hadn't listened to him.

Both Zarbon and Dodoria let our gasp as they looked upon their omnipotent leader as if he had suddenly grown two heads. "But Lord Frieza," they cried in unison.

"It's not my fault that my warriors act like children." Came the pithy retort as he turned away from them. "If you can't play nice, then I guess you will have to kill each other."

"Lord Frieza," Dodoria started whine, but was cut short when a sudden explosion rocked the ship, lurching the two standing men face forward to have an impromptu meeting with the ship's floor.

As the ships rocking movement stopped, Frieza whirled around to his two second-in-commands. "Get your asses off the floor. What the hell just happened? Get me a status reports now!"

"Right sire," the both replied as they jumped to their feet at his order. They prepared to leave the room, as the door Frieza's chamber opened to reveal the young lab assistant to Dr. Zodor.

"Lord Frieza can't be bothered now," said Zarbon as he pushed the young Tekian out of the doorway. "An explos--"

Cardip wiped at the blackened smoke on his face. "I have news about the blast that just happened."

"What!" demanded Frieza as he pushed past his men, "What news do you have?"

Blue rivers of tears began flowing down Cardip's face leaving a trail in the soot that covered his face. He turned to face his overlord. "It was the TTR, sire." He wiped vainly at the tears gushing down his face.

"The TTR," questioned Frieza. "Isn't that where Vegeta trains with his other saiyan cronies?" He looked toward the men for conformation. The men nodded their heads.

Frieza turned back to the sniveling young male, "Are you telling me that the TTR was the cause of the explosion that rocked the shipped."

"Yes, sire." Young Cardip chest heaved as he tried to hold back a new storm of tears.

Frieza smiled a sigh of relief. It was just his simple monkeys practicing their ki blasts. He said so to the young man crying. However, the youthful Tekian cautiously shook his baldhead. "Why are you shaking your head at me, Tekian?"

The lab assistant gulped as he prepared to give his overlord the worst part of the news. "The Tactical Training Room has been blown off the ship, sire." More tears gathered in his eyes as he thought of his beloved mentor. "There is nothing left, Lord Frieza but debris."

"What?" demanded Zarbon as Frieza slumped back into his chair a look of pure shock on his purple visage. "How could this happen?"

"I don't know," replied the technician as he stared down at his feet. "This afternoon, Dr. Zodor left to go install a new training program for Prince Vegeta. He said that there were a few bugs in the new system, but that was it. He was supposed to right back."

"That's right," said Dodoria snapping out of his own shock. He could not be happier, this is what that stupid saiyan dog deserved for daring to put his hands on him. "I saw Zodor entering the TTR, carrying a black bag with him."

Zarbon looked back to regard Frieza out of narrowed eyes. The young prince was sitting there in a daze as if his favorite plaything had been snatched from him. "Lord Frieza," he called softly. "Lord Frieza what do you wish us to do?"

Frieza's eyelids slowly closed before snapping back open. He shook his head to clearing away any cobwebs that lingering after his stupor. He could not believe it; Vegeta was dead. He frowned; he was not going to believe Vegeta was dead. Vegeta was too powerful and full of hatred to die in something as minor as an explosion. This was some kind of trick. "Search the debris field. I want to know exactly who died in this 'accident.' I want to proof that it was Prince Vegeta who died, bring me back conclusive proof."

The men bowed as they went out the doorway, leaving Frieza with his own deep thoughts. Prince Vegeta was his. He trained the young Saiyajin brat to withstand everything--except an explosion. Frieza turned his back on the door, laid his head down on his chest, and let two silent tears roll down at the destruction of his most valued treasure.

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Card ip and Munr Eon worked diligently together to salvage what DNA material they could from the debris field, but they knew their effort was in vain as nothing was ever going to bring back their guru Dr. Zodor. They set out the long-range sensors, to try to pick up any movement…any sign of life at all.

Nothing.

The Saiyajins were gone.

Dr. Zodor was gone.

As the men and women of Frieza's ship scrambled to set things back into place, another jolt went through the massive carrier hurtling it several light years away. All knew they had lost their position and now life was going to be hell when Frieza came out his boardroom.

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End Chapter 2. Created [04/01/01] and Finished [05/04/01]. Yes, the end of Chapter 2, I almost gave up on this story, but you fans would not let me. So, I've picked it up again. How did you like the emotions that I gave Frieza? Freaky, huh? Well, in chapter 3 we have a family reunion: Looks Who's Coming To Dinner. Send all complaints, comments, criticisms, and flames to me at pmchivas@hotmail.com. Alternatively, leave comments in the provided guestbook. Dark Shadow Princess.

Lunatics Ravings:

If you originally read this story I had some Star Trek names up that I decided to use, but after careful consideration, and angry reviews I decided to change the names. I still think that it's harder to come up with alien names. :p I've also changed the planet name from Planet Jewel to Planet Jueru.