Chapter 1

Nix stepped off the last step that led him from the modernized palace to the aged, decrepit stone prison. Being that it was old, there were no sources for light, save a window in each cell. Nix formed a ki ball in his hand, lighting the place up a bit. His footsteps echoed off the stone floor as he approached the one occupant of the prison.

“While I personally wouldn’t have chosen to keep the prison like this,” Nix said walking up to the cell, “It’s the one thing I think our father and I could have agreed on.”

Kiki stepped forward, the light from Nix’s ki ball gleamed off the collar around her neck. “You’re delusional.”

“So, tell me, what would you have gained? From killing Lyri?” he asked.

“I was following an order. It’s her own fault she got killed,” Kiki hissed.

“An what exactly was that order?” Nix questioned.

“The first order or the second?” she asked, “The first was to get rid of her. Father didn’t care how it happened. He just wanted her gone. Can’t have those fucked up genes in the royal bloodline and all. The second order? To see who kept breaking into that building and deal with them.”

 Nix watched her for a minute. “And what about her genes were fucked up?”

“Did you not see her? She didn’t have the colorings of a pure Saiyan. Hells, who’s to say she was pure Saiyan at all?” Kiki asked.

“If you knew even the slightest bit of Saiyan history, and not just what father spoon fed you, you’d know that Saiyans that bore different colorings were not uncommon. It wasn’t until father started culling them, did they start being looked down on,” Nix told her.

“Liar,” Kiki hissed, “Everyone knows that pure Saiyans have dark coloring.” Nix turned and started walking away. “Hey! Get back here! Let me out! I am the princess! You can’t do this!”

“Princess of what? I have your throne, remember?” Nix said, “And yes, I can do this.” He smirked as she continued screaming obscenities at his retreating back. He made his way to the former king’s office. He didn’t know why he continued to torture himself. No matter how many times he reread his file, it still made no sense. So what that he had been the King’s bastard son? Why throw him into that program? Why couldn’t the king just let him live with his mother?

Nix frowned. He hadn’t thought about his mother in...he couldn’t remember. He didn’t remember much except for her warm smile and that she had a kind personality. Like Lyri...

He shook his head. He refused to go down that path of what if’s anymore. They were both gone and he had the chance to change the ways of his people. He scrolled through his file once more before clicking out of it.

He shut down the computer and pulled out a metal disc from the desk drawer. He powered it on and scrolled through the projected names. He selected Frieza’s name and waited. Seconds later, the head of one of Frieza’s minions was hovering over the desk. “Did no one teach you how to use the holophone?” he asked with an eye roll.

“Saiyan scum. What do you want? Why are you calling from your king’s holophone?” the minion asked.

Nix sat back in his chair. “Why should I explain myself to you? You’re nothing more than a secretary. Get me Lord Frieza now. I have an offer he would be very interested in.”

“Lord Frieza is not interested in any offers from you Saiyans,” the minion snapped.

“It’s in regards to Vegeta,” Nix told him.

There was some shuffling and the minion was tossed aside. Frieza’s hologram stood before Nix. “Who are you and what offer do you have for me?”

Nix chuckled to himself. “I wish holophones picked up more. I would have loved to see that.”

“Yes, it was rather amusing to watch him go through...” Frieza disappeared from the holophone for a moment, “Three walls. Now. Who are you and what do you have to offer in regards to Vegeta?”

“My name doesn’t really matter...but, you should know that I am the new king of Planet Vegeta. The former king is dead and the princess is imprisoned for her crimes...”

“Hmm. Well, that couldn’t have been easy. Taking the throne, I mean. I’m sure Vegeta was not an easy opponent,” Frieza said.

“I wouldn’t know, my lord. Vegeta fled the planet like the coward he is,” Nix told him.

“Vegeta? Flee a fight? Are we talking about the same person?” Frieza asked.

“Yes, my lord. I do not know why he fled, but he is also being investigated for crimes against the crown and treason,” Nix told Frieza, “My offer is this...if you can find him, then he will be yours. We do not want him.”

Frieza pondered this. “You say he committed treason and crimes against the crown. Tell me, what did he do?”

“His crimes really aren’t that important,” Nix said.

“And what of his intended?” Frieza asked.

Nix frowned. “Dead. Which is good news for you, my lord, because I know of the agreement between you two. My lord, she was never going to go along with it. She even bragged about how she would never let Vegeta go with you.”

Frieza looked angry. “Let’s just be grateful that, that little bitch is rotting in one of the hells right now. Where can I find Vegeta?”

Nix was about to tell Frieza that he didn’t know when a knock came at the door. “One moment, my lord,” Nix said before telling the person to enter.

“Sir, we’ve heard back from the scouts you sent after Vegeta. It appears they are headed to Namek, sir.”

Nix thanked the person before waving them away. “Lord Frieza, I know where Vegeta is heading. I will tell you if we can come to an agreement.”

“What are you proposing?” Frieza asked.

“Like I said before, my lord, you can have Vegeta and do with him as you please. In exchange...I ask that you let my people return to our planet and we terminate whatever deal you had with the former king,” Nix told him.

Frieza tapped his lip while he pondered this. “Fine. I shall release the Saiyans in my army and I shall take care of your former prince.”

“Thank you, my lord,” Nix said, “I will send you the coordinates for the planet that Vegeta is headed to.” He sent the coordinates and ended the call. Sitting back in his chair, Nix thought to himself, ‘Why did that seem almost too easy?’