Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ There's Always Hope ❯ Vegeta's Story ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer-I own the ages. I don't own the characters.

Note: That reminds me, I must give you the ages and current date of this story:

Current Date: August 28th

Ages:

Krillin, Vegeta-9

Kakarot, Chichi, Launch-8 (Almost 9)

Adults-Don't matter

As always:

"Blah" = Speech

'Blah' = Thoughts

~Blah~ = Speech through a bond

BLAH = Emphasis

Blah = Saiyan/Japanese word

[Blah] = Translation

[blah] = Translation for a word with no set definition (As in the word chan)

(A/N: Blah) = My notes

Vegeta's Story

Less than an hour passed, during which Master Roshi finally brought Vegeta in the house. The aforementioned was sitting sullenly on the couch, refusing to talk. Kakarot was staring hard at Vegeta, and the others were giving bewildered looks to the two Saiyans.

"I'm back!" a huge, thundering voice boomed.

"Pa!" Chichi squealed, rushing to the door to hug her father.

Vegeta grunted when he saw them and settled deeper into the couch. But his eyes had the look of hurt.

"Pa, Master Roshi brought home another slave," Chichi said.

"I'm NOT your slave and never will be," Vegeta growled vehemently.

"Well than, what's your name, not-my-slave?" Ox-King asked.

"Vegeta, Saiya-jin no Ouji [Prince of the Saiyans]," the sullen boy answered.

Every human turned to look at Kakarot.

"He said Vegeta, Prince of the Saiyans," Kakarot filled in.

"A PRINCE?!" Chichi and Krillin exclaimed.

"Yeah, I'm the prince," Vegeta growled. "Got a problem with it?"

"Vegeta," Kakarot said warningly. Vegeta rolled his eyes and growled at the 3rd-class Saiyan.

"How did a prince come to be captured and brought to Earth?" Ox-King asked.

Vegeta scoffed. "As if I would tell you Chikyuu-jins [Earthlings]," he growled.

All eyes except Vegeta's turned to look at Kakarot. "Chikyuu-jins means Earthlings," he explained. 'Kami [God], I'll have to teach them some Saiya-jin [Saiyan],' he thought.

"I'm not sticking around with more Chikyuu-jins just so I can go through more," Vegeta said, standing up from the couch. "Soyanora [Good-bye]."

Breaking into a run, Vegeta headed for the door.

"Stop!" Master Roshi yelled, starting to run after the boy. "Wait!"

"Yamino [Stop]!" Kakarot yelled.

"Try and make me!" Vegeta yelled stubbornly.

"I will!" Master Roshi swiped a controller off a shelf and pressed a button.

Vegeta froze in place. A string of curses in Saiyan left his mouth that only Kakarot understood. "<Bleep> chi [energy] collars!" he yelled. "Fine, old man, I'll stay. Turn the collar off!"

"Good," Master Roshi said. He pressed the button again, and Vegeta found himself in complete control of his body again.

"Vegeta-sama [Lord Vegeta]?" Kakarot said.

"Ee [Yeah]?" the annoyed prince asked, glaring at the entire room.

"How did you get here? To Chikyuu [Earth], I mean?"

"I was wondering the same," Krillin piped up.

"Same here," Chichi and Launch said in unison.

"I can't help but be curious," Ox-King supplied. Master Roshi nodded his head in agreement.

"Fine." Vegeta swept the room with a scornful glance. "I'll tell you."

Thus began his story.

Vegeta's eyes opened as his bolted upright in his bed with a start. His sensitive Saiyan ears were twitching. What was that noise?

Quietly he changed into normal clothes and slipped out of the room. Ever fearless though only 6 years of age, he lifted a candle from a shelf as he walked the halls. With limited Saiyan technology, lamps were rare on Vegetasei. The sun provided light in the day and candles at night.

"The Saiyan dogs should be asleep now," someone, a man, whispered. Vegeta stopped in his tracks and stepped into the shadows. Who was that?

"We should make quite a fortune off this," another man, this first one's companion, replied. "It might be all too easy, considering how behind the times Vegetasei is, but I'm glad Lord Frieza gave us this assignment."

Vegeta nearly gasped in amazement at his own stupidity. Why hadn't he recognized their voices from the start? Zarbon and Dodoria! Frieza's lackeys! It was a known fact that Frieza was famous for paying off those two to kidnap Saiyans and sell them as slaves on Earth, but Frieza had given his promise to King Vegeta that the royal family would have his protection.

Oh, why had it seemed such a good idea to let Bardock and his wife Celipa, the top guards of the palace, go home for the night? Extinguishing his candle, Vegeta put his hand on the wall and felt his way back.

"Dodoria, did you hear something?" Zarbon asked.

"You're paranoid, Zarbon," Dodoria scoffed. "Everyone knows that Saiyans are heavy sleepers."

Every Saiyan except Vegeta, that is.

Vegeta hand passed over a door, and he knew that this was his parents' room. Pushing the door, he slipped in and pushed it back into place.

"Otousama [Lord Father]! Okaasama [Lady Mother]!" Vegeta whispered loudly, shaking his mother. "Wake up!"

The Queen of Vegetasei, Rosicheena, slowly opened her eyes and looked at her son groggily. "Vegeta, the sun is not up. Please let us sleep."

"Okaasama! Wake up! It's Zarbon and Dodoria! They're in the palace!"

The last two sentences woke up both his parents. "What are those two doing here?" King Vegeta demanded sleepily, more to himself than anyone else.

"Vegeta, go back to your room," Queen Rose said. "Your father and I will see what they want."

"Ie [No]," Vegeta said stubbornly. "I'll go out with you."

"Vegeta-chan [term of affection], please," Rosicheena said.

"Fine," Vegeta sulked. Lifting a candle, he made his way back to his room, pulling his door almost completely shut. He left it just a little bit open…

Screaming awoke him. He hadn't realized he'd fallen asleep again. Eyes widening, he recognized the screams as Rosicheena's!

The door flew open, but it wasn't the hated traders. It was Rosicheena herself. Even in the dark of night, Vegeta could see that her face was completely white.

"Okaasama!"

"Vegeta, come with me. Now." Her tone rejected any defiance.

Hesitantly, he went to his mother. She grabbed his hand and, though he was much too old for it on Vegetasei's standards, lifted him into her arms and bolted into the hallway.

"Okaasama, what's happening? Where are we going?"

"Sh, Vegeta, we can't let them hear us!" Rosicheena's voice was in a forced whisper. "They've already got your father!"

"Nani [What]?" Vegeta yelped.

"There she goes!" someone shouted. "After her!"

Traders. They were everywhere at all the wrong times.

"Surround and capture!" As soon as the words left the commander's lips, Rosicheena and her son were encircled.

A menacing, evil chuckle resounded through the halls as Frieza appeared out of nowhere. "Well, the monkey prince and his slut-mother. I think they'd fetch a grand price, don't you, Zarbon?"

"Yes, of course, Lord Frieza," the aforementioned lackey responded.

"Doushite [Why]?" Rose screamed. "How could you betray us like this?"

"Quite simply, actually," Frieza said. "Gain a monkey's trust and they're putty in your hands." He snapped his fingers. "Take the woman on Ship #5326. Put the boy on #10000."

"Your own ship, Lord Frieza?" Zarbon questioned.

"Did I stutter?"

"No, sir!"

"You know your place. Good." Frieza looked straight back at Vegeta, that menacing grin on his lips. "I want to see the brat suffer, just like the rest of his worthless planet."

"After that, I changed hands, as you Earthlings call it, many times before I came here," Vegeta finished his story. "As if I were horseflesh and not the Saiya-jin no Ouji!" He slammed his fist against the armrest of the couch. "Damn you, Frieza! Burn in Hell!"

The room was oddly silent. Roshi was standing in the kitchen doorway, leaning on his staff. Ox-King was sitting Indian-style on the floor, Chichi sitting the same way in front of him. Krillin was on the recliner and Launch was standing behind it, her arms resting on the back of the chair, her chin resting on her arms. Kakarot was sitting on the other end of the couch, a few feet away from Vegeta.

Roshi coughed into his fist and grunted softly. "Well…" he trailed off, not finding anything to say.

"I'd better get to dinner," Launch said quietly, then raced into the kitchen to start.

Dinner was eaten in silence. No one dared to open their mouths except to input food.

When the younger residents of Kame House went up to bed, no one noticed the lone tear trickling down Vegeta's face.

Well, that's Ch. 4. I finally finished it!

Yeah, maybe Vegeta crying is OOC, but he's been kidnapped by the one his father trusted, taken away from his parents, sent to a strange planet and sold many times over. All between the ages of 6 to 9. Now, try and tell me he's OOC!

Preview of next chapter: Roshi sends the kids to school, and Kakarot sees a familiar face…

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