VEGETA'S HEART

That morning when he woke the palace was eerily quiet. Prince Vegeta had half expected to find his, Royal Sibling back in his usual place. But Raditz was nowhere to be seen. He had been gone all day yesterday visiting his mother, Leticee and his newly born half-brother Kakarot. Raditz had been Leticee’s first child, born years earlier, an Allegiance Son sired on her by Vegeta’s own father.

Leticee had served as her clan’s representative an Allegiance Bride given to the then Crown Prince, and as soon as she had fulfilled the clan’s obligation by birthing a Sibling, she had been released to join with her own truemate Bardock. Allegiance wives served to tie the Royal Vegetisia to the rest of their people, by unbreakable blood ties that united the numerous clans into one, by creating children of both, the Royal Siblings.

Raditz had been Firstborn Royal Sibling of Prince Vegeta’s generation. As were all male Siblings he had been pledged by birth to The Royal Sibling Guards. As the future heir’s, Eldest Sibling, he was also invested as Commander of the Next Generation of the Royal Guardians. On the day of the Vegeta’s birth, though barely more than a child himself, Raditz proudly had taken his place as the Crown Prince’s Personal Bodyguard. After that he rarely left his younger half-brother’s side, guiding and protecting the little Crown Prince as he grew from infant to toddler. During that time the two half-brothers had become close.

Only the children of the Royal Saiyanna, the King’s truemate were Royal Heirs, and eligible to mount the Saiyan Throne. All other offspring of the King were designated as Royal Siblings, they were destined to serve as guardians to their half-brother the Prince when he became King.

But Raditz’s continued absence was not the only odd thing this morning. Prince Vegeta’s body servants were strangely subdued as they helped him clean and dress himself with none of the usual cheerful morning chattering. They refused to meet his eyes and departed as quickly as they were able. The precocious child was perplexed by their silence.

The day before everything had seemed normal, he and his father had welcomed the arrival of the Great Galactic Overlord Frieza. But when the lord had arrived and caught sight of the boy, his eyes had widened and he had smiled very oddly. The glint in the visitor’s eyes had made the boy‘s skin crawl ominously. Then Frieza reached out and caressed the Prince’s cheek with an extremely disquieting air of intimacy, as if he were stroking a pet. “Ah, the young Prince! I’ve hear much about you, Vegeta.”

The visitor’s over familiarity had made him feel extremely disturbed. There was something repulsive about the Overlord and his two attendants.

During the afternoon’s tour of the palace they came to the royal training grounds, several of the Prince’s half uncles, some of the strongest warriors from the army, put on a display of various Saiyan battle tactics.

After the exhibition, Lord Frieza said. “I have heard rumors that the young Prince’s battle strength is extraordinary.”

“My son is the strongest Vegetisia of his generation.” Stated his father proudly. “Not even I can match his power level.”

“Really?” Says Frieza, “I’d be interested in seeing a display of such strength.”

The boy and his father gladly comply, since it allows them the chance to have their daily training session after all. The Royal Combatants move to the training field and exchange their ceremonial garb for battle dress and begin the demonstration for their guest.

The young Prince and the King have an intense session but as usual the boy eventually defeats his father. King Vegeta beams with pride at his son, pleased with the boy’s quick grasp of each new tactic and counter as well as his growing strength.

During the combat, Frieza had watched the young boy’s lithe athletic body intently, licking his lips from time to time. Interest growing, when it ended he had looked pointedly at his aides. They nodded in understanding, and then began to study the boy carefully.

That night at the great feast, the Prince had been uncomfortable for the first time in his short life. Raditz had not yet returned and the three alien guests had spent the whole of the evening staring at him avidly and exchanging unheard comments. The retainers, Dodoria and Zarbon had laughed nastily at their master’s low voiced words, watching his every move, intently.

The young Prince was troubled by all this, he decided he would go speak with his mother about the strange events. Even now as she awaited the birth of her second child she always has time for her first born.

Unlike his father, the Saiyanna Queen was always willing to explain anything and everything to him. She lavished Vegeta with all the affection that he needed since his father was now unable to do so even though he knew that his father still loved him as much as she did. He could still dimly recall those happier times before his grandfather’s death, when father had been just as loving as his mother. Back when he was far littler, then father used to carry him to bed on his shoulders, letting him twine his tail affectionately about his neck. And after allowing him to swing by it from his brawny arm, father would tuck him into his nest bed and lull him to sleep by telling him the heroic tales of the Saiyans. Stories of strong Saiyan warriors, great Saiyan victories and the scariest one of all, the monster myth of the bestial Legendary Super Saiyan. That one he hated and loved the best of all. The description of that soulless demonic monster of evil, had always terrified him, it had even caused him nightmares, but he loved the part when the great Super Saiyan Savior King would appear to finally defeat and utterly destroy the mindless beast.

He understood why his father could no longer do any of those things even though he missed it. Father was now the King of all Saiyans himself. He could no longer afford to show too much affection towards anyone even his own son, it would be perceived as a weakness. He had to exhibit only strength. Explaining and discussions was also not part of that, but giving orders that were expect to be obeyed without question was.

So after he was dressed and had eaten he headed to the eastern half of the palace, where his mother his father’s truemate, along with his father’s alliance wives and the concubines all resided. But when he arrived at the Saiyanna’s wing he was stopped. His mother’s Elite Saiyanna Guards had vanished from their posts. All of them had been replaced by new male guards, aliens he didn’t recognize. They refused to acknowledge his right as Crown Prince to enter the female domain, and then they practically laughed at him when he threatened retribution for their insolence.

He was wandering the corridors in confusion when the members of his father’s Sibling Guard, his half-uncles, finally found him. Wordlessly they conducted him to the throne room, which was unaccountably empty. The uncharacteristically subdued chamberlain ushered him into the king’s private study behind the throne, telling him that his father needed to speak with him privately.

Inside he found his father, but he was strangely changed. Instead of the strong imperious proud warrior King he knew, the father he loved and respected. This person he found, looked cowed and withdrawn, weak and seemingly drained. He was seated at his desk leaning over it with hunched shoulders, head in his hands and the boy thought he even saw tearstains on the king’s face, but that was impossible!

The Chamberlain announced him, “Crown Prince Vegeta.”

The grieving king looked up at his only son, the only heir he would ever have, now that his truemate was gone forever. Then seeing the shock on the boy’s face, the king straightens up, realizing that finding him in this state of disarray had caused the boy‘s distress.

His son bows regally retaining his dignity even through his confusion , “Yes, Sire?”

“Vegeta your mother in dead!” States King Vegeta emotionlessly.

The boy’s eyes widen, his father sees the moisture start in the child’s eyes, but his tears do not fall.

The King’s battered pride is stirred to life once more by his son’s display of composure and strength. Even at his young age, in this uncertain and difficult circumstance, the child’s natural nobility and pride remain intact. ‘Someday this child, her child will rule, and one day if I cannot I am certain he will avenge this horrendous crime against us.’

“M.., mother,” the boy stiffens, “How.., why, what happened?”

King Vegeta hesitates, telling the boy the full truth now could make the near future even that much more difficult for him.

“There..., there was an accident.”

The boy must not know that Lord Frieza had ordered his mother and his unborn truebrother murdered, at least not yet. Or that when King Vegeta physically attacked the tyrant in retaliation, the monster had defeated him with a single negligent blast from his finger. The only reason the King had been allowed to survive was because the beast wanted him to continue leading the Saiyan armies to victory. But no longer for themselves, but rather now as an enslaved army, forced to do Lord Frieza’s bidding. As a guarantee of Saiyan loyalty he had casually informed the king that he would be taking the Crown Prince Vegeta with him. He had destroyed the Saiyanna Queen and her unborn child merely as a matter of convenience, to secure his hold on the only heir.

“Vegeta, my son, I know this will be difficult, now especially, but I have mission for you. Our august visitor Lord Frieza has requested that you accompany him when he leaves. He was impressed by your power level at such a young age and has promised to train you along with the members of his special elite forces, the strongest warriors in the universe. I will be sending two retainers along with you, Raditz of course, and General Nappa. They will accompany you, to guard, companion and serve you.”

King Vegeta walks to the window, to watch the streaks of departing space pods cross the sky. He had hated begging his truemate’s murderer to allow the young Prince the dignity of even two attendants. But at least he knows Vegeta will now have some protection. Especially if the rumors about Frieza and his troops are true. If anyone can keep the young boy safe Raditz can. His two sons are close and Prince Vegeta does listen to his older half-brother even when he refuses to listen to any one else.

Raditz had asked only one favor of his Royal father, protection for his newest half-brother, Kakarot. So the king had ordered the babe’s power potential numbers doctored in the birth records, altering them so that the infant would appear to be far weaker than he actually was. Assuring he would be send off to safety. After the inevitable battle with Frieza, and Saiyan victory the child could be retrieved at leisure.

King Vegeta speaks once more addressing his young son. “You will be leaving planet Vegeta my son but unlike the weak ones we send away for their own protection, one day you will return to rule.”

The boy looks out at the departing pods, “Good riddance pests.”

His father looks at him sternly, “Weak or not they are still your people! You have a responsibility towards all of them, weak and strong. You are the shining example they must follow and aspire to. Always remember who you are, my son, a Vegetisia, a proud member of the most powerful clan of the elite, you are the Prince of all Saiyans. With your great natural strength and potential, one day you could very likely become a true Super Saiyan King, the first in a thousand years.”

Raditz enters the chamber and bows, “It is time, Sire.”

The King glances up at his eldest son and then at his heir, he loves both boys in different ways. He knows that conflict with Frieza is coming, he can only hope that his sons will both be safe until he can safely retrieve them from his enemy hands.

He places his hand on his youngest son’s shoulder. “Now go prepare for your mission. I will see you both soon.”

The two boys bow again, “As you wish, sire.”

If King Vegeta had only known, this was the last time he would ever see his beloved sons.

The horrors that awaited the youngest boy in the future. The years of terror, torture, abuse and humiliations that he was sending the child into.

Or the danger, worry, concern and eventual death at the hands of his other half-brother, that awaited the eldest one.

He would have destroyed them both with a single blast from his own hands then and there to spare them. But the King of the Saiyans thought his sons would be safe, and was already making plans to quickly retrieve them and revenge his truemate‘s death. Not knowing that in a few short months he and the entire planet of Vegeta would be gone, dead and destroyed by the very hand of Frieza, who was coveting the young heir’s body.

When Prince Vegeta the others arrive on Frieza's ship, the Overlord was greeted with news of a revolt on Ritoian. On one of the more recently subjugated planets. An underground resistance group had formed, and used advanced science to create a weapon that was able to overpower all of Frieza’s occupation troops. The rebellion arouses the evil tyrant’s relentless wrath.

The ensuing military campaign diverts the normally ennui ridden monster, distracting him from his newest acquisition. So the young Saiyan Prince is temporarily forgotten amidst the beast’s excitement and fury. Thus only days into their exile, the three Saiyans see Frieza’s enormous power in action.

Frieza’s response to the revolt is swift and final. One moment, a planet had been gleaming softly in space, the next, there was nothing but a cloud of dust, as a new asteroid field orbited the star. What had once been a gleaming world graced with an ancient scientifically advanced civilization was now nothing but drifting space debris. After gleefully venting his rage on the other planet‘s in the system as well. Frieza continues to slake his blood lust by embarking on a hunt, for the last remnants of the race that had once called the Ritoian system home.

The Prince and his two retainers are pressed into service almost immediately because the revolt. They are sent out to help subdue and destroy several of Ritoian’s far flung colonies. Frieza is determined to purge the rebels from the galaxy, using them as an example for other would be rebels, he playfully hunts down fleeing ships one by one.

The ensuing pursuit of racial genocide serves to entertain the tyrant for several months and he quickly forgets about the young Saiyan Prince. Whenever Frieza captures a refugee ship, he gleefully torments the prisoners, seeking information on the location of every last member of their species.

Frieza's cruelty and barbarity quickly sicken Prince Vegeta and Raditz. So after their return they are left to their own devices on the Overlord’s ship. The Prince and his Sibling seclude themselves from the resultant brutal ‘entertainments’. But Nappa eagerly joins in with the other troops as the monster and his minions divert themselves by abusing their helpless victims.

When several of Frieza’s less savory minions note the aloof boy and try to get him alone, Raditz begins to suspect something less than savory is going on aboard Frieza’s ship.

Even on planet Vegeta they had heard rumors of the perversions that were practiced by Frieza’s more elite forces. That was why Raditz had been given special instructions by their sire, the King, before they left. He was to do what he could to keep his young half-brother, the Prince separated from the more plebian members of Frieza’s army. So Raditz does whatever he can to protect the boy.

Trying to assure that either himself or Nappa remain at Vegeta’s side as much as possible. Even if Nappa’s only reason for being sent along was to serve as little more than a punching bag for the Prince’s training sessions, at least his looming presence deters beings with less savory intentions.

The big Saiyan is nearly brainless and almost bereft of self-control, Nappa only barely managed to make elite status because of his extremely high power level. His immense strength is his one saving grace, he was the only elite available that was an adequate sparring partner for the young Prince. It was the only reason he had been chosen to be one of the boy’s retainers in the first place.

But the aloofness of the other two Saiyan brothers begin to irritate other members of Frieza’s crew. One in particular, Qui takes an intense dislike to the youthful Prince. The dislike is mutual and even though Vegeta ignores Qui it only seems to make the other’s enmity worst.

A few months after rejoining the ship, the young Saiyan Prince was growing restless, and he was hungry! Frieza’s ship was small and unable to carry large amounts of food, or so they had been told. Thus the three Saiyans had been put on a very restricted diet. Nappa and Raditz suffer hunger pangs but not like Vegeta’s.

Already fully adult, they do not need as much nourishment as a growing child like he does. Able to fast for long periods of time, they even give part of their rations to their young Lord but it is still not enough to satisfy the youngster. Vegeta feels like he is slowing starving to death. There’s a constant gnawing ache in his stomach. And he’s beginning to have dizzy spells.

Then when Raditz learns that Frieza’s fighters were allowed to forage freely on the planets they were assigned to conquer, he told the Prince. Vegeta suddenly knew what he had to do.

He went unannounced to Frieza’s throne room, “Prince Vegeta what do you think you are doing?” Quires one of the Overlord’s two attendants, Zarbon. His eyes narrow, he had forgotten how delectable this little monkey was. The Master is beginning to grow bored and will be needing a new diversion soon.

“Frieza didn’t send for you kid.” Says Dodoria, “You know no one sees Lord Frieza unless he calls them first.”

The young Prince takes the offensive, “Look I’m bored, this is lame, I need an assignment!” It would never do to let them know that he was being driven to beg by mere hunger.

“Who do you think you are?” says Zarbon crossing his arms, “I ought to teach you a lesson in etiquette, Prince.”

The boy merely grunts in response to the threat.

Frieza interrupts, “Give him an assignment Zarbon. Immediately!”

Zarbon half turns and protests, “Ahh...Lord Frieza?!”

“The boy doesn’t mean any harm Zarbon.” Says their master, “He just doesn’t know how to control his passions. Give him the hardest assignment that you have. And Vegeta do come back alive.”

Vegeta bows regally. “I will sire, thank you very much Lord Frieza.”

Frieza chuckles, “You don’t have to thank me Vegeta. You certainly earn your keep around here. You might want to mind your manners better.”

Vegeta rejoins his attendants and they depart eagerly to undertake the mission.

The young Prince is finally filling the ache of hunger in his belly when the message arrives about the destruction of planet Vegeta.

“Prince Vegeta do you copy, sir?”

“I’m here.”

“Sir, unfortunate news from Lord Frieza, planet Vegeta was struck by a large asteroid today an.. and destroyed.”

“And.., you’re sure.”

“Affirmative sir. Lord Frieza sends his sympathy and regrets. As of now you‘re the only known survivors.”

“Oh really.”

Alone in silence, the boy bows his head and sheds silent tears. They will be the last for a long, long time.

Far away on a distant planet, a little blue haired girl suddenly bursts into tears, unaccountably. The toddler rushes to her mother‘s comforting arms, the blond woman picks her up and tries to sooth her daughter, asking “What’s wrong, dear?”

The blue haired child sobs, “Oh m-mommy, s-something b-bad has h-happened!!”

Her mother sits down and takes the precocious four year old into her lap. “Then tell me what it is?”

Sobbing in distress, the girl gulps out “T- That’s-s ju-just it, M-Mommy,” then wails, “I don’t know?!!!” The little girl continues to weep uncontrollably. Her mother tries vainly to comfort the perplexed but sorrowful child.

A few months after the destruction of his home world. Prince Vegeta has once more returned to Frieza’s ship. The Overlord had been so pleased with the strength of the young boy and his Saiyans, he had given them several additional assignments before having them finally rejoin the flagship. When they arrived Vegeta had been immediately assigned to one of the elite training squads as originally promised. But several weeks have now passed and hunger is again becoming a problem for the growing child, plus the prideful boy was having difficulties of another kind. While in training, he had refused an order from his superior, who was unfortunately the overly officious Qui.

Vegeta’s defiance had delighted the ugly being no end, he had been wanting an excuse to cow the haughty young Prince for quite sometime now. The instructor has had him drug out to the drill area, tied to the discipline post in the center of the training field, then stripped off the recalcitrant boy’s armor and shirt. He was now gleefully preparing to punish the young Prince with several vigorous strokes of the electro lash.

Lord Frieza has grown bored again, the hunt for the rebels had ended sometime ago and there is nothing left to divert him. When the tyrant complains of his growing ennui, Zarbon reminds him about the Saiyan child. The blue alien suggests they check on the little monkey’s progress. So Frieza and his two minions embark on a surprise inspection tour of the troops.

Frieza’s coterie enters the drill area and sees the bound boy. The tyrant had forgotten about how luscious looking the child was in the ensuing months. Remembering now, he licks his lips with anticipation as he looks at the bound boy’s strong young body. The sight of the child’s helplessness, stirs the beast’s appetites once more.

Sharply, he demands, “What going on here?”

Qui’s back is to the entrance, he starts to retort crossly, “Who dares!” Until he turns and realizes that it is Lord Frieza speaking, he quickly kneels, fearfully and explains.

“This Saiyan monkey refused to do his share of the latrine duties, sire. He claims it is beneath him to do such things and dares to try to order others to do them for him. I was merely going to teach him his proper place my lord.”

Frieza says silkily, “But this Saiyan monkey as you call him, is of Royal Blood, Qui, even if his planet is gone. So he is correct in saying such duties are beneath him.”

Dodoria says sibilantly, “But Master Frieza, discipline must be maintained, the boy did disobey an order.”

Frieza nods then looks at the instructor, “True Dodoria, but it’s also correct to assume that his personal retainers would deal with Qui rather harshly if he dared to do their Prince any harm.” Says Frieza. “We cannot allow that either.”

He looks at Zarbon and Dodoria then smiles. “I think it would be far better to bring the boy to my quarters, once there I think we can devise a suitable punishment for him, can’t we gentlemen?”

The two aides nod and smile in lustful anticipation.

Frieza departs leaving the two to do his bidding. They laugh evilly as they remove the struggling Vegeta from the discipline post and drag him off to Frieza‘s private rooms.

Qui grins, this will sure to be the end of that monkey, he has hated Saiyans for a long time. Ever since they had conquered his home planet, ‘The brat’s in for it now. That’s the last time a nyone will see that stinking little Saiyan!’

The two aides march the resisting child to Frieza’s private quarters.

Vegeta has been around long enough now to have heard rumors about Frieza’s sadistic tastes, and he’s heard the stories that circulated, of how young warriors often disappeared into the tyrant’s rooms, never to be seen again.

What’s more Vegeta still remembers the night of the feast, he now suspects what all that whispering and laughing was about. Instinctively then, he hadn’t trusted Frieza or his aides, now he knows why.

Once inside he starts struggling in earnest, when he sees what they plan. Strong as he is, Vegeta’s childish efforts are still futile, both men tower over him and each is far stronger than he.

Dodoria easily restrains him as Zarbon grinningly snaps manacles about the boy’s wrists and ankles, spread-eagling him between the posts at the foot of Frieza’s bed. The unbreakable chains are a permanent fixture, normally hidden beneath silken draperies until needed.

Dodoria caresses the boy’s crotch, and licks his lips in anticipation.

“None of that!” admonishes Zarbon. “You know Master Frieza prefers them fresh and undamaged.”

“I know, I know, but can’t I at least play with him just a little bit?” Pouts the spiky headed pink toad.

“No! Help me prepare for the Master’s arrival.” Zarbon looks at the boy evilly, “We’ll be allowed to have our own fun eventually.”

The fat alien sulks but moves to obey his partner.

The two busy themselves at a nearby table, taking things out and arranging them on it just the way Frieza likes. Facing the bed Vegeta is unable to make out what they are doing. The child struggles against his bonds testing their strength and the chains rattle softly in response.

Zarbon comes over, looks up at him and smiles. “Remember me, little Prince?”

He leers at the boy, “I remember you. And your lovely mother, she screamed so sweetly for me. Do you scream just as sweetly?”

“Wh..., what are you talking about?” Asks the young Prince as a cold suspicion touches his heart.

“Your mother, on the night I killed her. She screamed so sweetly as I tore you brother from her. Didn’t you know how she died?” He asks with a cruel smile.

“It was so delicious.” Adds Dodoria, his teeth glitter.

The shock is apparent in the boy’s eyes. The cold gripping his heart turns icy.

Vegeta shakes his head in denial, “You’re lying. If you had my father would have killed you all!”

“Oh he tried, he tried,” assures Zarbon amusement apparent, “but Master Frieza stopped him with a single blast. Your father was defeated before he even started to fight. The Master only let him live because he needed him.”

“I don’t believe you!” But Vegeta’s heart freezes inside him.

“I hope you can scream just a sweetly as she did, my pretty Prince.” Whispers Zarbon as he moves closer.

He runs his hand across Vegeta’s bare back. “Such smooth pretty skin, just like hers. Such a shame to mar it.” The boy tries to pull away from the touch. Anger growing inside.

“ZARBON!” Frieza’s voice cuts through the room stopping everything.

The blue man turns and bows deeply, “Master Frieza.”

“You know better that to start without me!”

“I didn’t master I was only talking to him about his mother.”

Frieza’s eyes narrow, “Very well.” His hover chair settles and he steps out of it. “Is everything ready?”

“Yes, master.” The two reply in unison.

“Good.”

Frieza walks over to the boy and Vegeta lashes his tail in anger, trying to strike at him. Frieza grabs it, twisting and squeezing it till the boy grimaces in pain then stops. “Vegeta, you’ve been very naughty haven’t you? Disobeying Qui’s orders. Do you understand that now I have to punish you?”

The boy glowers defiantly and refuses to respond. Frieza grabs his tail again twisting it painfully, “Answer me!” he continues to apply more and more pressure, until it feels as if he’s going to rip the tail out from it’s from it’s root. Pain ignited fury burns in Vegeta’s eyes, but he finally nods.

“Good, you learn quickly.” He looks over at Dodoria as he releases the boy‘s tail.

“Strip him!”

The pinkish alien smilingly does so, swiftly, but not without taking some liberties in the process. Frieza ignores it studiously, as Zarbon quickly removes his Master’s armor.

“My dear boy, you will soon learn how to get along with me. I have simple pleasures, but I do so enjoy them.” He gazes rapturously at the nude child, “If you please me enough, you could become one of my most trusted officers and rise very high in my service just as Dodoria and Zarbon have.”

Frieza considers the young Saiyan, the boy’s strength is promising, if he can survive the initial testing it’s entirely possible,....

“Many have been offered this chance, but very few have survived my very special attentions.” The beast leers at the boy, “Because of your immense strength perhaps you’ll be a survivor, as are both Zarbon and Dodoria.” Frieza drifts over to the table, “But if you don’t, know at least, that you are serving a higher purpose. Your intense suffering will greatly amuse and divert me, at least until you die.” He picks something up and walks to where the boy can see what he holds.

“This is a force whip, it functions not unlike a electro whip.” Frieza idly strokes handle of the slender six foot long wand, then demonstrates it’s flexibility with several flicks of his wrist, it whistles sinisterly through the air, in front of the boy’s face, “But unlike the electro whip which only affects what it directly contacts, the force whip carries a much stronger charge. When applied to a victim’s body, it sends a tremendously agonizing jolt of energy surging through the entire nervous system. I have seen battle hardened warriors collapse in to weeping, quivering masses of flesh after only two or three caresses of the lash. This is Zarbon’s favorite toy.” The handsome blue alien grins and takes the whip from Frieza’s outstretched hand; he caresses it, lovingly drawing his fingers along its length, curling it till the tip touches the base making a tear drop shaped loop.

Frieza returns to the table picking up another object and comes back, to float in front of the hanging child. This time he has a small rod about 12 inches long, “I, myself, prefer this, it has the same properties as the force whip, but it only takes a touch to activate, my force wand is much more, shall we say.., intimate.” He leers at the boy, “I like to caress my victims with it, and it can be extremely stimulating.”

Frieza activates the wand then draws the tip down the center of the boy’s chest and watches avidly as Vegeta writhes silently in violent agony. Frieza’s eye widen, the boy’s strong resistance to pain is very heartening.

Blood starts to tickle down Vegeta’s arms from the abrasions caused by the manacles during his struggle.

Frieza looks at Dodoria, “While Dodoria here mostly enjoys watching the show, although he’s been known to take a taste of pleasure from time to time.” The pink alien licks his fleshy lips, hungrily watching the dripping blood. Frieza nods and Dodoria darts forward to lap blood from the boy’s arm.

Frieza indulges Dodoria for a few moments then waves the pink alien away, then he turns back to the boy, “Well, shall we begin? I think six lashes to start with Zarbon.”

Frieza watches with growing interest, the boy’s endurance under the lash will prove his suitability. If Vegeta can withstand the pain inflicted by the force lash, he could be able to survive the gestational agonies.

The force whip flicks out and the boy‘s body jerks in reaction, and he bites his lip against the onslaught of pain, repeating single phrase in his mind. ‘I will not scream, I Will Not Scream,’ The whip flicks a second time, the phrase becomes a word ‘IWILLNOTSCREAM,’ as the pain thunders through his body, the single word ‘IWILLNOTSCREAM!’ echoes silently through his thoughts. His eyes burn with rage, as excruciating waves course through every nerve. His whole body quivers in agony. His involuntary struggles change the trickles of blood into small steady streams.

Dodoria eyes are glued to the dripping blood, he licks his lips hungrily.

A third stroke lands and the boy fights back against the agony with his burgeoning anger, silently repeating the phrase over and over like a mantra of strength.

The whip flicks a fourth time; the boy is now half-fainting from the torment, but he has still made no sound, just exhaling sharply each time the whip connects.

Frieza has been watching him avidly, “Interesting.” He smiles. This is even more entertaining and stimulating than he had thought it would be. ‘With the amount of strength and endurance the boy is displaying he may turn out to be even better host material than Zarbon or Dodoria.

To an outside observer Frieza’s cruelty may seem wanton and sadistic, but there is a valid reason behind it. These tortures are part of a careful windowing process. Just as his father had, and his brother Cooler trying to do, Frieza is seeking and stockpiling potential host material for the future. Only the strongest and most powerful bodies are suitable for his reproductive use. The selected prey must be able to endure both the prolonged intense agonies of gestation and have the strength to survive long enough to adequately nourish his precious hatchlings before they burst free. Zarbon and Dodoria had endured similar testing and proved their potential years earlier. Now if Vegeta can survive this and the initial conditioning process it may well be that Frieza will have three hosts stockpiled!

For although Frieza and his family appear reptilian, their species is actually of an insectoid nature. Their method of reproduction is almost completely parasitic. Very similar to certain wasps, flies or spiders. They implant eggs inside the bodies of prey. When Frieza finally reaches sexual maturity he will produce a clutch of self fertilized eggs. These eggs will be implanted into a specially preconstructed egg sac in the victims lower intestines. When the eggs hatch, for the first few months, the larva will simply grow, absorbing sustenance from the food that the host consumes. During that time it will also be absorbing any special powers, strengths and intellectual gifts the host possesses during this period. Then when the it is about five months along, it will begin to change. Once the change is completed it will consume the host itself, slowly devouring it from the inside out. This is the point where the host’s the ability to endure pain and it’s immense reservoir strength comes into play. The host has to survive long enough to sustain the hatchling until it’s fully developed and ready to emerge. Bursting in the first level of maturity.

The unknowing, Zarbon and Dodoria, as already pre-selected hosts, had been prepared by Frieza years earlier when they had been first subjected to his painful embraces. They each carry within their bodies, the pre-constructed egg sac. A fistula constructed deep within their intestines, ready to be used as the incubation cavity. It only awaits the final implantation of Frieza’s precious eggs when the time of his reproduction finally arrives. Frieza was indeed fortunate, he already has two hosts in reserve but he’s always on the look out for more.

Hosts are have always been a very difficult commodity to acquire, the stingers venom can fatally poison their prey or the acid react so strongly with the victim’s flesh that it totally dissolves them from the inside out.

His father, King Cold had only been able to obtain two suitable hosts in his lifetime. While his brother Cooler has yet to locate even one. If the young Saiyan Prince can endure this primary conditioning session, Frieza could end up being the most prolific member of his entire race!

‘I think I just might keep those other two Saiyans alive for awhile after all!’ Muses the evil tyrant. Perhaps he might even be magnanimous and eventually give them to Cooler to see if they were suitable for his use. But for now I will have to separate them from the boy, divide and conquer, after all.

Frieza floats around to the back of the boy and suddenly the hand holding the rod shoots out and touches the most sensitive part of the Prince’s body, he arches agony and a high pitched scream finally emerges from his lips, echoing down the corridor outside Frieza’s rooms, followed by second and then a third.

Zarbon smiles and murmurs, “Just as sweet as his mother’s.” He looks at his Master, who nods for him to continue, but raises five fingers, the whip returns to its caresses.

Once Zarbon has finished, Frieza orders, “Dodoria release his wrists!”

The pink alien releases his arms, Vegeta’s wrists are badly abraded and marked with blood from his struggles. Dodoria licks his bloody fingers and smiles as the Prince collapses forward onto the bed, barely conscious and unable to move.

The boy’s ankles are still shackled, legs spread apart, his back is aflame, raw and seeping blood from the lash marks. He feels the sandpapery texture of the fat pink toad’s tongue painfully scraping the across his already sensitized back. “Delicious, so delicious.” Dodoria hisses with pleasure as he laps the boy’s back clean.

Frieza watches as the pink vampire enjoys his snack. It doesn’t hurt to indulge his hosts appetites a bit. It certainly makes it easier to control them in the long run.

“Enough.” Orders Frieza, then as the tyrant’s tongue flicks out, a gap appears between his leg plates, the tip of the penile appearing ovipositor emerges. Pre-conditioning of a host body is a very pleasant sensation for Frieza, very much like the mammalian sexual release. Even if it is painful, unpleasant and usually fatal for his victims.

The predator eagerly approaches the bed where the prostrate boy lies face down. His tail encircles the boy’s throat pinioning Vegeta’s own tail against the back of his neck, choking the boy as he lifts and shakes him like a rag doll.

“Now, do you truly understand who the Master is here, my little Prince?” Frieza tosses the half strangled boy back onto the bed then with a single swift movement impales his helpless victim from behind, with his ovipositor and begins to penetrate the child.

His scaled appendage slips into the boy rubbing him raw, once fully inside the fastening hook stingers dig into tender flesh of his prey’s buttocks, injecting a mild paralytic, immobilizing Vegeta‘s lower body. The short thick ovipositor once inside starts to thin as it telescopes, penetrating deeper until it enters the boy’s intestines. The fringe hooks on the tip open petal-like, seeking purchase until the mouth adheres lamprey-like to a spot on the boy’s intestinal walls. It digs in and starts to secrete an acid beginning the process of slowly eating away the site for the placement of the fistula, the first stage of the process to create the incubation sac. If the boys body can withstand the acids it will take several more of these sessions to fully form the prospective egg cavity within the Prince‘s body.

Frieza’s is ecstatic, his desires are being thoroughly slaked and the boy is still alive! Most victims die from the stings within moments, the few that manage to survive the poisoning usually end up having a violent reaction to the acid. Dying in painful convulsions as their inner organs slowly dissolve. Only Zarbon and Dodoria had survived thus far. If Vegeta can resist the acids without an allergic reaction and continue to survive till morning then Frieza may indeed have a third host!

Vegeta’s gut clenches in burning agony as acid eats away his flesh. When Frieza finishes, the monster remains where he is, firmly attached into the boy’s body until his automatic response completes itself, by sealing the newly started opening deep within the boy’s intestines with a chemically coded mucus cap that will lead the ovipositor back to the same spot until the time of implantation. Frieza falls asleep, covering the helpless semiconscious child. Vegeta passes out from pain and blood loss.

Drugged and unconscious, the boy hallucinates, a strange blue vision of a special smile.

On another planet, far away a little girl screams herself awake from her afternoon nap. Her cries draw her mother, who lifts the child and cuddles her comfortingly. The half sleep girl keep repeating “He’s hurting, he’s hurting.” Until she fully wakes, but then when she’s asked, “Who it is that’s hurting?” She cannot explain, from that day on the girl refuses to nap in the afternoon ever again.

The next morning Frieza awakes and examines the somnolent boy with a critical eye. The young Saiyan is pale, but his breathing isn’t especially labored. Vegeta moans softly as he curls up fetally, moving his hands to clutch his painful gut. But he is not in any major distress or convulsing.

Frieza smiles, watching the luscious little monkey stirs his desires once more, the plates part and the ovipositor starts to emerge, but it is still to far too soon to take the boy again. Best to wait till tonight, give the boy’s Saiyan healing a chance to purge his body of the remaining poisons. Besides his other two hosts are both over due for maintenance.

Frieza sits up and signals for his attendants to come, Zarbon and Dodoria quickly appear. Immediately they notice their master’s state and exchange glances. They know that one of them will have to service the master, it’s the price they pay for being his favorites.

“Dodoria, you will remain and watch the boy, feed him double his normal portion when he wakes. He’ll need his strength later. Then allow him to clean up before you replace all his restrains.”

Frieza looks sternly at the vampire, “You’re not to touch him now. I will allow you to feed fully tonight.”

Dodoria nods in acquiesce.

Frieza then glances at Zarbon, “You will attend me during my bath, prepare it.”

“Yes, master.” Responds Zarbon, as enters the bath chamber he sheds his clothing, Frieza follows him licking his lips in anticipation. Now nude Zarbon slowly bends over the golden tub to adjust the water temperature, fully knowing what’s coming next.

Frieza takes him as the door slides shut.

When Vegeta finally wakes, he’s alone still shackled by his ankles and lying in Frieza‘s bed. His body is one great ache inside and out, his muscles trembling with weakness, his strength is completely drained. The burning sensation in his gut is gone now but it’s still tender, and painful to touch. Blood stains his buttocks and the sheets, but the Saiyan gift of rapid healing has already closed his superficial wounds. He stirs still full of fight, but weakened by blood loss, healing and hunger. Fury raging inside, his heart feels like a lump of ice in his chest. When Dodoria appears with a tray of food, he tries to rise in defiance.

“Don’t even think about trying anything boy.” He admonishes the young Prince as the boy moves to sit up, fire in his eyes. Dodoria places the tray on the bed beside Vegeta. It’s holds twice as much food as the boy is accustomed to getting when he’s here on the ship. But he is even more famished than usual, from the drain on his already small reserves caused by his healing. The starved boy begins cramming the food in his mouth. Even this double portion is barely enough to replenish him, and he’s still painfully hungry when he finishes. But he has started getting used to the constant dull ache of his hunger.

“Master Frieza was impressed, he’s pleased by your strength and for the moment, he enjoys your defiance, but don’t over do it.” Advises the fat pig as he grins, “If you play your cards right you could become one of his special favorites, like Zarbon and myself. But remain too defiant for too long and he’ll tire of you and just kill you as he has all the others.”

After he’s finishes eating, Dodoria releases the boy long enough to cleanse himself. Silent slaves come in cowering, fearfully they glance at the boy. When the Prince looks into their eyes they lower theirs guiltily and change the sheets quickly, then hurry out.

Dodoria smiles, “Don’t expect help from any of them, they’re deaf mutes and completely cowed, they know death is the only reward for those who even hint at what happens in here.”

When the boy’s finished cleansing himself the aide reattaches all of Vegeta’s manacles, and then leaves him to hang and await whatever torments the new night will bring.

The boy can feel his strength returning slowly, the fire of his anger replaces the burn of his pain.

He cries out silently within his soul, ‘Father why didn’t you tell me the truth!’

His heart hardens like rock, locking all his sorrow, all his emotions within it, behind an impenetrable icy shield of rage. His last remembered sight of his mother is now distorted by the newly learned horror of her death, shock fades the gentle vision of her face, replacing it with Zarbon‘s sadistic leer. The young Prince is stubbornly determined never to give in to Frieza, even if it should mean his death. But he plans to survive somehow and someday wreak vengeance on all of them.

Light years away, a little girl sobs softly in her sleep, her tears dampening her pillow.

That evening Frieza returns, as does both Zarbon and Dodoria.

“I think we’ll let Dodoria start this time.” Smirks Frieza. “Since he didn’t get a real chance last night.”

The pink alien licks his fat lips, then comes to around to the front of the boy, he reaches for the dangling flesh between the child’s legs and begins to stroke and massage it until it begins stirring.

Vegeta begins to feel odd new sensations, pleasant sensations and he wants something but is not sure what. But he does know it’s nothing to do with what these three want. This is Frieza’s most heinous crime of all, the child’s innocence is being stripped from him, his virginity is being stolen. From this day on, for many long years Vegeta, will equate sex only with pain.

Dodoria’s teeth gleam in a hideous parody of a smile. Then the fleshy lips part and he slips his mouth over the boy’s erection, his sharp teeth, which look so innocuous at first glance, are really deadly knives, serrated with tiny double edged points like razors and just damaging. They descend encountering sensitive flesh, he pulls them delicately down the Prince’s engorged shaft, and blood wells from the long shallow wounds, Vegeta screams as Dodoria’s rough tongue begins it’s work as he avidly dines on the boy‘s fluids. Vegeta spurts his essence for the first time in a bloody agony.

As Dodoria feeds, Frieza moves close to the boy and applies his wand to the small dangling pouch, Vegeta writhes and then screams again.

When the pink monster is satisfied, Zarbon is finally allowed his turn at their victim.

The blue sadist begins wielding his whip and after fifteen agonizing strokes, which cause the boy to scream his throat raw, Zarbon discards it and approaches Vegeta.

He removes the boy’s wrist shackles, as he murmurs softly into Vegeta‘s ear, “Ah such a lovely voice you have my sweet little Princeling.” Zarbon smiles evilly as he forces the Prince to his knees, pries open the boy’s mouth and pulling himself free of his shorts thrusts himself in. Vegeta gags and almost chokes as Zarbon begins to relieve himself.

Suddenly Frieza enters Vegeta from behind once more and begins to slake his desires as well. Zarbon finishes and withdraws leaving the boy to his master. Vegeta collapses forward impaled and pinned beneath the monstrous parasite once more, the burning in his gut returns and as the young Prince passes out again from Frieza’s painful ministrations.

Frieza is almost besides himself with delight, the little Saiyan Prince does indeed a possess a suitable host body. He has survived the initial conditioning easily which already makes him a member of the exclusive ranks of Frieza’s favorites. When the defiant little Prince is properly subdued and trained he will be given suitable rank in the army. Once Frieza tires of toying with him, he will allow the boy an illusion of freedom and power. Just as he has done with Dodoria and Zarbon, but the boy will be carefully protected.

Frieza smiles evilly, and he knows exactly how! The boys own people will keep him do it for him. When he’s finished with the boy, he’ll reunite him with his two Saiyan retainers. They will be quite willing, even eager to resume their guard duties after a long separation and several distasteful assignments.

Especially Raditz, it’s really quite amusing to watch him. Vegeta’s Sibling is almost frantic, as he searches for his younger half-brother. King Vegeta had thought he was so clever, sending Raditz along, he didn’t realize that Frieza was very well aware of the two boys blood relationship. The Saiyan king had played right into Frieza’s hands, giving him the two most precious things he had, his sons. And General Nappa has already proved to be so easily manipulated, he will keep Frieza apprised of all the boys activities. Once ‘released’ Prince Vegeta will be allowed to pursue his own interests safely under his Sibling and the informer’s protection until Frieza is ready to use him. Unknowingly affording the insectoid tyrant the luxury of a third reserve host incubator for his prospective offspring!

As Vegeta passes out, the blue vision returns to sustain the tormented Prince.

And so it continued, each night worse that the one before.

Frieza is certain the boy’s training is proceeding satisfactorily. Vegeta is learning to respond to orders properly and the formation of the egg incubation sac is going according to plan. It will take several months to actually complete construction of the fistula. And even then, once the scarring is completed, Frieza will have to continue his embraces from time to time to maintain the fistula until implantation. It will continue even after he has tired of the boy, just as he does with Zarbon and Dodoria. They’re not onerous tasks just not quite as delightfully satisfying as the original conditioning process.

After the sixth day Vegeta had learned to properly refer to Frieza as Master whenever he was addressed and satisfyingly cringes whenever any of his tormenters approach.

The Saiyan Prince is now only fully restrained, during the cruel ‘foreplay’ portion of their nightly games. But Vegeta is still carefully leashed and confined to Frieza’s private bedroom during the day. The boy is kept nude, wearing only an unbreakable collar and leash that is securely fastened to one of the bed posts. Ready to satisfy any of his three tormentors’ appetites at their slightest whim.

Frieza now thinks that he has the delicious little monkey fully trained to his tastes. He knows the boy’s spirit is not broken but that only serves to amuse him the more, since the mammal now knows that he is merely another of Frieza’s possessions, body and soul. At a single gesture from himself or his aides, Vegeta will reluctantly but obediently prepare himself to service any of their pleasures.

But the Prince is not quite as compliant as he seems, it’s true that Vegeta is bullied and cowed, but he’s also extremely clever. For the first time his genius for tactics has been fully aroused. The young boy remains subdued but defiant knowing that it entertains Frieza. He still resists, just enough to keep the monster’s interest aroused. If Frieza should grow bored, Vegeta suspects that he too might ‘disappear’ like so many others. He quickly learns that total emotional control is his only salvation. It is a difficult task for a child of his age, but Vegeta is stronger than most and has a secret source of strength that even he does not realize exists. One that lies light years away firmly anchored in the form of a little aqua haired girl.

Even at his tender age, the Prince instinctively understands, the most important and difficult primary tactic of all, patience. The need to wait for the proper moment to strike. He will bide his time as long as he has too. Building his strength until someday, when he is older and stronger, he can seek revenge for his mother and himself.

Somehow whenever his resolve begins to weaken, the strange blue dream returns, giving him the determination to continue to resist.

Raditz is frantic with worry, Vegeta has gone missing! He has searched high and low for his Sibling during the past several days. Ever since The Prince failed to return from the training area and a discipline session with Qui.

When confronted Qui had claimed he hadn’t seen the Prince since Vegeta had left the barracks area. But Raditz suspected from Qui’s smug look, that he knew much more than he was saying. But Raditz dared not try and beat it from the smirking commander.

Prince Vegeta had not been in his assigned quarters for almost a full cycle now. Raditz is almost sick with concern, exhausted with searching.

He and Nappa have ransacked the ship as thoroughly as they can and still have found no sign of the missing boy. Raditz had even done the unthinkable, when he first realized Prince Vegeta was missing, he had actually petitioned for an audience with Lord Frieza!

Finally, days later, the petition has been granted.

He enters the throne room and descends to one knee. “Lord Frieza!”

Frieza is seated as usual in his mobile chair. Surprisingly the tyrant turns it to face Raditz. Frieza usually distains looking at those beings he considers beneath him.

“What is it Raditz?” Asks Frieza sibilantly, with an amused glint in his eyes.

“Milord, I regret to inform you that my lord, Prince Vegeta, has apparently vanished.”

“Oh he hasn’t vanished,” the tyrant waves his hand negligently. “The fact is, that Vegeta’s been reassigned. To my personal service, so there’s no reason to concern yourself.”

“As you wish.” Replies Raditz formally, but now wracked with even more worry. Vegeta is the more that just the Saiyan Prince, and Raditz’s charge. Prince Vegeta is now the last surviving Saiyan ruler, as well as his beloved younger brother. His loyalty demands that he do whatever he can to serve his half-brother, the Prince even if it means his death. Raditz had pledged their father that he would protect him from the tyrant‘s less savory troops. Raditz has done his best to do that, but how can he possibly stop Frieza? He’s heard the barracks rumors of what personal service to Frieza entails but knows that even with Nappa’s considerable if dimwitted strength added to his and the Prince’s, the three of them together would be powerless to put a stop anything. The Overlord is far to powerful. By attempting a rescue now, they could even make things worse for Vegeta! It would be far better to wait, if his Royal Sibling survives, he will need them both later. If he doesn’t, then they can perhaps await an opening that allows them to wreak some kind equal measure of vengeance for him, instead of uselessly wasting their lives in a futile attempt at rescue now.

“By the way,” adds Frieza, “You and Nappa have been reassigned as well, Vegeta has agreed to let you join the next assault force and you will remain with that group until he decides to recall you to his personal service.”

Raditz knows this is untrue, Vegeta would never willingly be parted from his Royal Sibling. Raditz knows that this ploy is supposed separate him from his Prince, and that it is even possible, that this ‘assignment’ is supposed to be Nappa and his death warrants. But he’s determined to make sure they will both return. So they will be available for Vegeta, if he can endure and survive Frieza’s ‘attentions’.

Months later believing the boy now to be fully under his control, Frieza has allowed the Saiyan Prince to attend him in the throne room, serving as his personal page. He’s also there to divert the monster during the long hours when no one but his two aides are present.

The boy wonders often what has happened to his Sibling Raditz. Frieza had told him that the other two Saiyans had been reassigned to combat duties. He only hopes his Sibling will survive long enough so they can be one day be reunited.

Vegeta only seems to acquiesce to the monster’s demands, patiently biding his time, so he can eventually survive to conquer. He endures the continual pain and humiliation with hidden fury. His grieving heart grows colder, the icy shield of his anger thicker about it with each pain filled onslaught. He knows that if he can survive long enough, time will be on his side, he grows stronger with each attack and one day he will be strong enough to exact his full revenge on them all.

Months then years pass, Vegeta becomes accustomed to his cruel master’s whims, inured to the pain, humiliation and constant hunger.

Frieza had finally tired of the boy when he began to over top him, but he never fully lost interest in his Saiyan captive. The Tyrant still maintained a firm grip on the Prince, he would even order him to his quarters from time to time for a ‘reunion‘.

Beside Vegeta’s value as a future host, the boy had proved a to be even a more valuable asset to Frieza, for the Tyrant soon discovered the boy was gifted with not only great strength and power but a strategic genius that verged on the miraculous.

When Frieza had allowed Vegeta to rejoin the other troops, the boy was finally assigned to one of the elite squads as promised, but not quite completely in the way his father had assumed. And though it was true that the Prince was being properly trained as a warrior, until he was able to defend himself, he had also become the ‘plaything’ of the stronger inmates of the officers barracks. He had swiftly learned the paramount rule of Frieza’s army, the weak were always the victims of the strong. But as his own strength increased steadily, he emerged from the ranks of victimization until only a very few were able to inflict their will upon him.

Unfortunately, that still included Zarbon and Dodoria, even after Frieza had released him, they had not lost interest. Only when Vegeta was away on assignment was he truly safe from them. Whenever he was forced to return, he knew that the summons was inevitable. Zarbon especially, positively delighted in tormenting Vegeta both mentally and physically. While Dodoria seemed to always hunger for Vegeta’s fluids as if addicted. These were also the times that the two would host ‘parties’, their for the special friends, particularly the Ginyu’s, with Vegeta being the entertainment. The Prince grew to hate the whole of the Ginyu Force even though he only had met four of them and not their commander Ginyu.

And all the while Frieza did nothing to stop it. From time to time he even came to these parties after the other guests had left and enjoyed Vegeta’s ‘charms‘. The Tyrant didn’t mind at all sharing his favorite ‘toys.’

But the Frieza was a jealous master! If a ‘toy’ should ever display a special preference or affection for someone other than his favorites, Frieza was swift in demonstrating his displeasure. Permanently, on the object of that possession’s attentions! So Vegeta was even denied the comfort of close friends or companionship.

Twenty three years pass. Vegeta’s long suppressed hatred and fury have evolved into a kind of controlled madness that has him teetering on the verges of insanity.

And even now Frieza still summons him for ‘personal service’ every couple of years. Prince Vegeta obediently endures these detested attentions, but each episode fans the hidden fury within his icy heart. He renews his vow to someday kill them all each time.

The tormented Prince has grown into an adult, but the cruelties and privations he has endured under Frieza‘s control, had fully brutalized him. It has turned the resultant man into a seemingly cold hearted killer. The Prince has become empty, almost emotionless, he feels nothing but his anger and hatred. He considers himself devoid of any honor, and his personal pride is badly damaged as well.

Not even the return of his Sibling, Raditz had softened him. He dared not reveal any affection towards Raditz, for fear of Frieza's fury. For anyone Vegeta had shown even the slightest affection for had been killed. So all his softer emotions had been locked away, inside the frozen shell that gripped his heart.

The heinous acts of violence Frieza has forced him to commit throughout the years have even twisted Vegeta’s very perceptions of himself. The young Saiyan’s hopes of normalcy had been quickly shattered by the evil tyrant as he struggled to just to survive the constant abuse. Now, even Vegeta truly believes there is nothing good left within himself, he has been fully contaminated by Frieza’s evil, leaving nothing of his younger self but his consumingly endless rage.

All half formed visions of the future had been stripped from him, years earlier, along with his innocence in Frieza‘s private rooms. Then the wanton destruction he had been forced to wreak on the helpless in the monster’s name had torn the last of his personal honor to tatters.

In retaliation, he had begun visualizing Frieza’s face on every helpless victim, until it became an automatic defensive response. It was the only way he could bear to commit such cowardly acts on the helpless and it served as a outlet, allowing him to vent some of his own insane fury . Without dreams, Vegeta only reasons for living now are in experiencing the vicarious joy of battle and the chance of someday exacting his goal of revenge, with the destruction Frieza and his two sycophants, Zarbon and Dodoria. Only their deaths could ever fully restore his lost honor, and return his pride as the last Royal Vegetisia. He will never lay claim the title, King of the Saiyans without accomplishing this by his own hands.

The Saiyan Prince has suffered in other physical ways as well, he is lacking in the normal imposing size and stature of his race and family. Raditz is as tall and imposing as their father was, but years of not quite adequate amounts of food and improper nutrition have stunted Vegeta’s growth. His strength is still enormous and his ki power level unaffected. But both his minions still loom over him, as do almost all of Frieza’s other troops. And he still suffers from dizzy spells whenever his small reserves of strength are too heavily depleted. But he has grown so used to the dull pangs of constant hunger that he almost doesn’t feel them anymore.

As he grew older he had realized that withholding food was how Frieza was controlling his last three Saiyans, keeping their strength at a the barest minimum whenever they were near him. That tiny bit of knowledge was enough to help Vegeta at least retain his pride in being a Saiyan. It was only the vaguest of hints, but a heartening one. Perhaps Frieza was not quite sure of his hold over the three of them? That he might actually fear them, if they were allowed to attain their full strength.

All their assignments always seemed to be just far enough away that by the time they returned they would be hungry again. No matter how much they gorged themselves before they began their journey. So often now, Vegeta would lead his small group on unauthorized missions, just has he had this time. Missions meant to fill their bellies and perhaps locate other Saiyans to add to their little group. Raditz had fed, then left them to go search for Kakarot, his youngest brother, but had been killed on Earth by the traitorous renegade.

Prince Vegeta and Nappa were unseen eavesdroppers on the Royal Sibling’s final battle and were aware of Raditz’s approaching death. They had overheard Piccolo inform the Prince’s Sibling about the magic of the Dragonballs. Although infuriated by Raditz’s death, Vegeta’s interest is aroused. If the story is true, these Dragonballs could be exactly what he needs. Giving the Prince the edge he has long sought, enabling him to finally destroy Frieza!

Vegeta decides to head for Earth, once there he will find and destroy the renegade Saiyan Kakarot. After disposing of Raditz’s traitorous other half-brother, a third rate low class who has dared to slay his Royal Sibling! He will complete Kakarot’s original mission.

It was almost unbelievable, how could that piece of offal have failed so miserably in his single simple mission of conquest. Kakarot had done the unthinkable and gone entirely native. He had even mated with one of the planet’s females producing offspring!

Vegeta will kill the rotten piece of trash that murdered his last living relative then take the Dragonballs for himself and conquer the planet as originally planned, he might even make it his base of operations against Frieza!

Even though he dares not reveal it, Vegeta will miss Raditz. His elder half-brother was truly loyal, and his Sibling had been the closest thing the Prince had dared to have to a friend. But Nappa is another matter entirely, the Prince has long suspected the dimwit behemoth of having become Frieza’s informant. The tyrant's quick knowledge of events has always aroused Vegeta’s suspicions. If Kakarot and his half breed brat can cause Raditz’s death maybe they can be used to rid Vegeta of Nappa as well. If so he might finally be freed from Frieza’s constant monitoring and rid himself of the less than loyal idiot at the same time without, rousing beast’s suspicions.

The Prince could never have guessed at the changes that will occur once he and his companion reach their destination, and how in the weeks and months following that momentous event, Vegeta’s frozen heart will be changed forever by the blue beauty of earth.

TO BE CONTINUED.....
PIT Chapter Two: Battle Bond - Rated PG for mild violence.