New Beginning

Vegeta slowly opened his eyes and glancedund.und. It was dark. He looked down, only to discover that he wasn’t lying down at all as he had thought…he was floating…or standing? He couldn’t tell.

He looked at his hands, and was surprised to find that he was wearing a clean white pair of gloves. A feeling of dread hit him as he realized that he no longer possessed a pair of white gloves. The Saiyan armor he had come to Earth with had been torn up from battle and he had eventually just thrown it away. He also recalled that his hands had been much larger in size when he had seen them last. Something was off…way off.

Was he no longer on Earth? The place was a dark void without gravity or time, yet somehow Vegeta felt a sense of familiarity with it. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he swore he had been here before…if not in reality, then in a dream…or perhaps both…he couldn’t be sure. He began to feel afraid...afraid of what might come…

He hated this feeling, a combination of fear and confusion. He had known it all too well throughout the years, and had grown accustomed to it, but he never learned to like it as he had been told he would.

He looked down at the rest of his body. He was dressed in full Saiyan armor, clean and brand new, and was wearing a cape as well—which only male members of the Royal family on Planet Vegeta were permitted to wear. Frieza had taken it away from him years ago.

On that note, Vegeta remembered another thing the Ice-jin had taken from him. He slowly reached his hands up anucheuched the crown of his head—yes, it was still there! The Royal Diadem that he had received from his father when he was crowned Heir to the Throne at the age of five was still with him. He felt his name engraved into the precious metal: Vegeta XX.

King Vegeta had chosen his youngest son, Prince Vegeta, out of his five male children to take his place as ruler of the Saiyan race. Vegeta had proven himself to be the smartest, strongest, and bravest, in spite of his young age.

Vegeta wished he could remember his father better. He had become so detached from his childhood emotions throughout the years that all he could remember was the facts—his father was King Vegeta, ruler of Planet Vegeta, and his mother was Queen Rosicheena. Prince Vegeta had had six siblings—four brothers and two sisters. He even failed to remember their faces.

Vegeta looked around in the void. He could see nothing aside from his own body and armor. Looking into the pitch black, he could barely tell that a small white dot was forming in tistaistance, and getting closer and closer and closer until, finally, it consumed him in a burst of wind and light. His cape fluttered in the breeze and, closing his eyes, he could feel the warmth of the sun on his face.

Everything felt good and comfortable, and Vegeta found that he was happy here. Slowly opening his eyes, he beheld two child-like figures that were beginning to form in front of him. As their bodies became more defined, he could see that they were two little girls—two little girls with jet black hair and furry brown tails that resembled Vegeta himself.

The shorter one giggled and waved at him, while the taller one smiled. “Come play with us Brother.” They invited him to join in their games. The white light that engulfed them began to transform into different surroundings. They were standing in the Royal Garden of their magnificent palace, overlooking the Saiyan city below. Exotic and beautiful flowers surrounded them.

Now he remembered. He threw his cape back over his shoulder, placed his fists on his hips, and puffed out his chest in a playful attempt to look as proud and mature as King Vegeta. “Future kings don’t play childish games!” He joked, trying to make his young voice sound as deep and husky as their father’s.

The taller girl began to snicker, but the shorter one reached out and snatched him by the wrist, pulling him along to go play with them. “Don’t mind Papa, he just wants the best for us.” Vegeta realized she was right.

As he was about to run off with them, a feminine voice called for him. “Vegeta, it’s time to go do your studies.”

Vegeta twirled around and frowned. A beautiful, tailed woman with long, flowing raven hair and dark violet eyes was towering over him. She was wearing a purple and gold-accented dress resembling Saiyan armor, and possessed matching jewelry including a dainty little tiara around the crown of her head. His little sister ran up behind him. “Can’t he play with us, Mama? He’s been training all day!” She pleaded.

The Queen crossed her arms and shook her head in response. “No, Tomata, I’m sorry. Vegeta has a lot to learn and only a little time to learn it in. Being a king is a big responsibility! Maybe later, darling.” Vegeta’s litsistsister looked disappointed, but she kly kly recovered and ran off with Vegeta’s older sister. The Queen took Vegeta gently by the wrist and began to lead him inside. Vegeta soon realized that his surroundings were starting to fade.

The next thing Vegeta knew, he was in the throne room, ducking behind a tall column that supported the enormous and elaborately painted ceiling above them. He peeked around the corner of the column and saw his father seated on the throne arguing with his mother, who was standing before him.

“Listen to yourself, Vegeta! You are no longer the great ruler you used to be! You mustn’t do Frieza’s bidding any longer!” She was crying, pleading with him.

“My love, try to understand! We have no choice. Frieza is the darkest force in the Universe, but he is too powerful. I know it aeemseems so wrong, but if we’re not his allies, then we will surely become his victims. It will mark the end of the Saiyan Empire as we know it. I’m protecting our people, Rosicheena, can’t you understand that?”

She fell to her knees before him. “Frieza knows NOTHING of honor, and now you’re letting him take our great Empire down to his le! He! He destroys and enslaves innocent races…people who have done nothing to him, and then he steals their planet! We mustn’t side with such a tyrant…he needs to be destroyed. You must guide our people in a revolution!”

King Vegeta stood up and prepared to leave. “I have made my decision.” He stated bluntly. Then he was gone through the grand double doors leading to his chambers. The Queen just watched him go, and fell crying to the floor when he was no longer in her sight.

Vegeta turned around, only to find himself in a completely different place. It was a dark section of a spaceship. Through the window, the young Prince could see Planet Vegeta. It looked so small from whhe whe was, but he knew it was home to a great People whom he planned to lead into a Golden Age some day after he had been crowned King.

“I don’t think so, little monkey.” Came a cruel voice, resembling that of an elderly woman. Vegeta slowly turned around, afraid of what he’d see. The evil tyrant known as Frieza towered over the small Prince, who quickly fell backwards and crawled away from the evil Ice-jin, keeping his back pressed against the wall of the spaceship. Had Frieza known what he was thinking?

Vegeta cringed back in fear and shut his eyes tight as Frieza reached for him. He felt the Royal Diadem being lifted from his head. Then Frieza roughly grabbed a hold of Vegeta’s hair and pulled him forward to tear off his cape. “I’m your new ruler now, brat!”

“NOOOO!!!!!” Vegeta’s older sister burst into the hallway where they were. “Don’t hurt my baby brother!!!” She cried, running towards Vegeta. She did a double front handspring and kicked Frieza’s freakish claw-like hand away from her brother.

“I’ll teach you some respect, BRAT!!” Frieza lashed out at her with his tail, knocking her into the far wall. Two of Frieza’s henchmen came in.

“Take her out and kill her!” Frieza ordered coldly.

Vegeta tried to run to her, but Frieza held him back with his tail. “No no, little Princeling. YOU will be useful to me, unlike your BITCH OF A SISTER!!! HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!” Frieza’s demonic laughter filled Vegeta’s ears. The only noise it didn’t drowned out was the sound of his sister’s blood-curdling sm, am, as she was dragged out the door and brutally murdered.

Vegeta shut his eyes tight and howled in pure, heart-felt agony. When he opened them, he found himself floating in space, looking down at his home planet below. An enormous energy ball was speeding towards it and Vegeta was helpless to stop it. He could only watch and listen to the millions of cries of his people as they were slowly burned alive and blasted to dust.

Tears gushed from his eyes and streamed down the young Prince’s cheeks. His world…his whole world was beginning to fade away. All the love and laughter he had known soon gave way to pain, fear, and hatred. He became convinced that he would never see the light again.


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Vegeta shot up in bed, shrieking at the top of his lungs and gasping for air. His eyes darted around the room as he tried to orient himself to his environment. Though it would’ve been pitch dark to a human, his Saiyan night vision allowed him to see that he was in his room, at Capsule Corp, on Planet Earth and…oh, yeah…Frieza was dead. Bardock’s son Kakarott had killed him a month ago.

Vegeta felt his forehead. He was sweating profusely and breathing heavily. He felt his rapid heart rate. “Not again!” He panted, trying to calm himself down. He had been having these nightmares a lot. All he could remember from them were the bad parts…the parts after Frieza came into the picture. Before that…it was just a lost memory. He wished he could remember what his life was like before Frieza stole it all away.

He quickly pulled off his covers and lit the lamp that was atop the nightstand. Covering his face in his hands, he realized that he had been crying in his sleep. An adult Saiyan was supposed to be able to control his or her emotions. By the standards of his planet, he officially became an adult at age 16, meaning he had been an adult for two years already. He quickly wiped away the tears in shame.

Suddenly he heard footsteps in the hall. ‘Oh, no!’ He thought, ‘I’m in the main building. Someone must’ve heard me! Wait...how DID I end up in the main building?’

It was true that these nightmares had come and gone since as long as he could remember. He often woke up screaming, only to realize it had all been a dream—a cold reminder of the cruel fate that had befallen him. What he wouldn’t give to make these wretched shadows of the past go away! Frieza was gone, so why should Vegeta continue to suffer the psychological and emotional torture that Frieza had inflicted on him for years? It wasn’t fair.

To ward off public attention after he had had such a nightmare, Vegeta would stay in the GT where no one could hear him scream in the middle of the night. He didn’t want anyone’s pity. He a sta strong Saiyan warrior and he should be able to take care of himself. Unfortunately he had been too hungry and sleepy after his training to remember that he should return to the gravity room.

Vegeta quickly smoothed the covers back over the mattress and flew out the window, closing it behind him. ‘They’ll never suspect it was me who screamed if they think I’ve been in the gravity room all night.’ He assured himself, heading back to the Gravitron. Even though he’d only been asleep for two hours, he realized that he wasn’t going to get anymore sleep with that frightful dream still fresh on his mind, so he decided to go hunt for his breakfast. Hunting would be a good way to relieve some of the stress that horrible dream had caused him.