Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Thrown Away ❯ TA<>3 ( Chapter 3 )

Next chapter, coming at ya… Now is where I cheat and screw around with somebodies character ever so slightly. You'll see. OH yeah, new word, with help from my mama;

Rothbrin--brother (think Oniisan)

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"Saiyajin." He thought he would choke on his tongue as he realized exactly who the three were, people that he knew. "Radditz," he whispered, "and Nappa….and…rothbrin." They weren't dead. They weren't dead. He wasn't alone. Vegeta was still alive. Not dead.

His high spirits sputtered and died when he remembered who he was. He wasn't sure about his brother, but his father's goons hadn't liked him before he became Suteru. And even though he felt powerful, he hadn't trained much at all; he figured that he didn't stand a chance. But how to contact Vegeta without alerting the other two…

As if by coincidence he found a cat tuckered into a barrel nearby. Picking it up, he stealthily coaxed it into hopping onto the fence, in plain sight of the gathering crowd. He minutely raised his ki and lowered it again, conveying the short code to his brother, the only one who would recognize it. He resumed peeking through the hole in the fence, and grinned joyously when he saw Vegeta stiffen and unassumingly cast his eyes about the docking area. Letting his energy level rise one final time, Suteru settled back to wait. After a half hour his eyes had grown heavy, and he allowed himself a small catnap.

Had he been awake, he would have seen more than he would ever wish too, or would ever really believe. Vegeta was called to Frieza's side, where he glared at the ground, wishing he had the strength of character to look the beast in the face, spit in his eye, and then get the living crap beaten out of him. But he knew that it wasn't the time for rebellion. He was given a period of two hours to wander the streets as he wished, and received a backhand across the face to send him on his way.

He shook Suteru awake, only half-believing that he was really still alive. The younger boy looked up at him with relief painting his features, a happy smile gracing his dirty face. Vegeta stiffened defensively when Suteru hugged him tightly. Looking puzzled, he pulled away, looking into his elder brothers eyes for an answer. Shaking his head, Vegeta murmured that they were too close to the ship, and disappeared into an alley.

A bit loathe to follow, Suteru hung back for a moment before continuing into the narrow passageway. After all, Vegeta was with him.

"I thought you were dead," Suteru breathed.

"Likewise."

"Are you the only ones left? Besides me, I mean."

"As far as we know. Where do you live?"

"Live?" A bitter smile touched Suteru's face. "I live everywhere. I'm the best thief in the city. I'm nothing. Just…nothing." Unable to meet the Prince's gaze, he stared hard at the ground, studying the dirt on the ground that he felt he was. Vegeta took hold of a handful of Suteru's hair, pulling his gaze up to his.

"No matter what they said you are, you're still my brother, and that means that you're royalty. Saying that you aren't can't change your blood. So start acting like the leader that you were born to be." Suteru nodded silently, not looking entirely convinced of his own worth.

"I don't like alleys," Suteru answered, disappearing to the nearest rooftop. A puzzled Vegeta followed.

"What happened to you?"

"Oh not much. My mom left me behind a dumpster, but not before she gave me with a few choice words. Any Saiyajin I saw wanted to kill me, or at least made me aware of how disgusted they were by being near me. My planet blew up, which lead me to believe that you were dead, and which also caused me to kill one of the remaining Saiyajin at the tender age of five. Now, the only friend I've had on this planet won't speak to me any longer, convinced that I'm too dangerous…you're the only person I've talked to in years. What's your story?" Vegeta frowned at him.

"It…wouldn't compare to yours. I'm hungry," Vegeta stepped off the edge off the roof to the alley below. They walked down the street together, Suteru leading them to a place with good food.

"But first, you are getting cleaned up. It would be odd for me to be seen with a filthy person that looks like a street urchin." They utilized a hotel nearby, and while Suteru scrubbed, Vegeta went to get a few pairs of clothes for his sibling. Feeling fresh and clean, they proceeded to the restaurant, where the staff bowed and scraped, serving them all the food they wanted at no charge.

Being full for the first time in a long time pleased Suteru immensely. Checking the time, Vegeta prepared to take his leave, trying to formulate what he would say.

"I have to go now. May the moons guide you-"

"That's it? You come, give me money and clothes, a meal, and leave? Why can't I come with you? I hate this planet, I've been trying to leave for so long…And you won't let Nappa and Radditz get to me, they'll listen to you! Just please, don't leave me here." Vegeta's features hardened.

"You assume that I would want you around. Frieza has allowed us to seek out a new place for the Saiyajin race, and we've found a large colony remaining in the Eastern sector. You won't be accepted. I can't allow weak blood to infect my planet, my people. You're not Saiyajin any longer, Suteru. I tried to bring you back, but your just not Prince material. Royalty doesn't scrounge and beg for food, stealing if needed." Suteru ony shook his head in disbelief. "So go, you aren't wanted here. I beat you all those years ago because Iknew you weren't fit to rule. You're too weak. Get out of my presence, trash." Suteru backed away, his eyes wide with shock. Shock qickly turned to anger, pure rage filled his eyes.

"I hate you," he spoke, his voice rough. Vegeta only smirked and folded his arms over his chest. "The feeling is mutual, I assure you. So long, scumbag." He turned and walked back to Frieza's ship, entering it without a glance back.

With a strangled yell Suteru kicked a trashcan hard enough to make it stick in the brick wall of the nearest building. He broke off into bitter laughter when he realized he was back in an alley. "Never again…" He muttered to himself, walking quickly back out to the street. He walked straight back to the hotel and threatened his way into a room for the night. He hated posing as Vegeta's comrade just to get a place for the night, but he did what had to be done.

Once in the large suite he collapsed onto the bed, clenching his jaw to keep grief from overtaking him. He squirmed around on the soft mattress, struggling to get comfortable. He finally surrendered and lay down on the floor, freed his tail and settled into a restless sleep.

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Ah, the plot thickens. And if you can figure out how I changed Vegeta's character so that it doesn't match the show, I'll, uh…congratulate you, and think that you're very smart. ^_^ Of course, I already know that Rae is very smart, so I'll have to think of something else for her…

Speaking of smart, I am! My test scores got back today…I so rock. On the reading comprhension and all that stuff(stuff that has to do with reading and spelling and grammar) I did as well as someone in the 17.4th grade would have, had they taken this test. I did better than 99% of the 10th graders in this here country. Can someone tell me what the 17.4th grade is? Hmmmm, year after college, I guess. Anyhow, I's smaaaart. ^.^

Yes, I'm gloating. And if you don't like it, get OVER it. Mwahahahaaaaa!!

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Dude…I'm PSYCHO!!