Chapter 1: Destruction
Hurried whispers....
"Hurry up! Just throw him in there!"
"I can't- AHH! He bit me! The little bastard bit me!"
"Fucking throw him in there! We need to go!"
"He won't let go! C'mon you little fucker!"
A soft thump, the sound of a lock clicking shut and Vegeta no Ouji was left alone in his dark room to gloat about the damage he'd caused his captors. Then he sneered. Frieza had ordered he be locked in his room, but the young prince couldn't think of any thing he'd done wrong. But then again, he hadn't done anything wrong when his father gave him to that disgusting lizard. He leaned back against the wall, lost in thought. The last conversation he'd had with the king of Vegetasei had been a hurried one. Before those bastards had taken him, the king had knelt down before his son, put his hands on his shoulders and told him not to worry, that he would come and get Vegeta soon. He had also told him not to anger Frieza and try to do everything he said without complaint. The prince had had no clue as to what his father was babbling about until they had come to collect him about thirty minutes later.
Then he had learned the hard way about why his father had told him not to anger Frieza. After the tyrant had told Vegeta to kneel before his new master, Vegeta had done the only thing that seemed sensible. He had spit right in that lizard's ugly clown face. He hadn't even had time to think about the consequences before an enraged hand had shot out and knocked the startled Chibi right off his feet. Through a few walls in fact. After he healed from that horrible beating, he had been sent on a purging mission that he would never forget. The air there had been so full of ash that Vegeta had only been on the planet for a couple minutes before he'd almost choked to death on it.
That was the last time he ever disrespected 'master' Frieza.
Suddenly, Vegeta was knocked to the ground by a monstrous explosion that rocked the entire ship. He got to his feet, cursing. What the hell had just happened? Vegeta's eyes widened when a horrible thought struck him. Where had he heard Frieza say they were? Right outside Vegetasei's atmosphere?
"Oh shit..." He whispered. "He couldn't have!"
(An hour later)
He could hear voices outside his door. He pressed his ear to the cold steel so he could hear.
"-destroyed an hour ago. He thought they were getting too strong."
"What a shame." A second voice spoke. "A whole planet gone just like that."
"Yeah. There's only one of them left isn't there? The prince of them?"
"That's what I heard too. Vegeta, I think his-"
Vegeta couldn't listen any more. Slumping back against the cold stone of his cell, he fought a losing battle with the shameful tears that threatened to run down in great streams. Everyone was gone. His father, his mother, everyone. Except him. He was the last prince of Vegetasei. The last king, really.
He hurriedly wiped away the tears when the door to his cell opened and revealed the hideous form of Dodoria.
"Lord Frieza sent for you, kid." He growled.
(Frieza's throne room)
"It's such a shame. The meteor just couldn't be stopped." Frieza purred, his face twisting into a fake mask of remorse.
"YOU LIE!" Vegeta snarled, teeth bared, enlarged incisors revealed. Frieza smiled innocently at him.
"I do no such thing." He said sweetly. "The planet was struck by a huge meteor."
"No..." Vegeta whispered, his eyes scanning the debris of his once beautiful home world through the dome shaped window. "It was you.... YOU KILLED THEM ALL YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
And with that, Vegeta lunged at the tyrant, rabid growls escaping his throat. Frieza grinned before slapping the boy away like he was nothing. Surprisingly, Vegeta rebounded off the far wall and came flying back at the lizard, his enraged roars never dieing. Becoming quite tired of the saiya- jin's temper tantrums, Frieza knocked the boy out with a kick to the gut and threw him to the floor.
"Take him to the dungeons!" Frieza ordered Zarbon, who immediately strode forward to the saiya-jin and flung his limp body across his broad shoulder. "When he wakes up, whip him until the skin on his back hangs in bloody shreds! I will not tolerate disrespect of that intensity!"
Zarbon nodded before walking from the throne room, the last prince of the saiya-jins, hung over his shoulder.
What do ya think? Does it suck? does it rule? Tell me please. Criticism is accepted. And if any one out there knows of any really good angsty non-yoai vegeta stuff that I don't have on my favorites list tell me cuz im desperate for a good fic to read!
Hurried whispers....
"Hurry up! Just throw him in there!"
"I can't- AHH! He bit me! The little bastard bit me!"
"Fucking throw him in there! We need to go!"
"He won't let go! C'mon you little fucker!"
A soft thump, the sound of a lock clicking shut and Vegeta no Ouji was left alone in his dark room to gloat about the damage he'd caused his captors. Then he sneered. Frieza had ordered he be locked in his room, but the young prince couldn't think of any thing he'd done wrong. But then again, he hadn't done anything wrong when his father gave him to that disgusting lizard. He leaned back against the wall, lost in thought. The last conversation he'd had with the king of Vegetasei had been a hurried one. Before those bastards had taken him, the king had knelt down before his son, put his hands on his shoulders and told him not to worry, that he would come and get Vegeta soon. He had also told him not to anger Frieza and try to do everything he said without complaint. The prince had had no clue as to what his father was babbling about until they had come to collect him about thirty minutes later.
Then he had learned the hard way about why his father had told him not to anger Frieza. After the tyrant had told Vegeta to kneel before his new master, Vegeta had done the only thing that seemed sensible. He had spit right in that lizard's ugly clown face. He hadn't even had time to think about the consequences before an enraged hand had shot out and knocked the startled Chibi right off his feet. Through a few walls in fact. After he healed from that horrible beating, he had been sent on a purging mission that he would never forget. The air there had been so full of ash that Vegeta had only been on the planet for a couple minutes before he'd almost choked to death on it.
That was the last time he ever disrespected 'master' Frieza.
Suddenly, Vegeta was knocked to the ground by a monstrous explosion that rocked the entire ship. He got to his feet, cursing. What the hell had just happened? Vegeta's eyes widened when a horrible thought struck him. Where had he heard Frieza say they were? Right outside Vegetasei's atmosphere?
"Oh shit..." He whispered. "He couldn't have!"
(An hour later)
He could hear voices outside his door. He pressed his ear to the cold steel so he could hear.
"-destroyed an hour ago. He thought they were getting too strong."
"What a shame." A second voice spoke. "A whole planet gone just like that."
"Yeah. There's only one of them left isn't there? The prince of them?"
"That's what I heard too. Vegeta, I think his-"
Vegeta couldn't listen any more. Slumping back against the cold stone of his cell, he fought a losing battle with the shameful tears that threatened to run down in great streams. Everyone was gone. His father, his mother, everyone. Except him. He was the last prince of Vegetasei. The last king, really.
He hurriedly wiped away the tears when the door to his cell opened and revealed the hideous form of Dodoria.
"Lord Frieza sent for you, kid." He growled.
(Frieza's throne room)
"It's such a shame. The meteor just couldn't be stopped." Frieza purred, his face twisting into a fake mask of remorse.
"YOU LIE!" Vegeta snarled, teeth bared, enlarged incisors revealed. Frieza smiled innocently at him.
"I do no such thing." He said sweetly. "The planet was struck by a huge meteor."
"No..." Vegeta whispered, his eyes scanning the debris of his once beautiful home world through the dome shaped window. "It was you.... YOU KILLED THEM ALL YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
And with that, Vegeta lunged at the tyrant, rabid growls escaping his throat. Frieza grinned before slapping the boy away like he was nothing. Surprisingly, Vegeta rebounded off the far wall and came flying back at the lizard, his enraged roars never dieing. Becoming quite tired of the saiya- jin's temper tantrums, Frieza knocked the boy out with a kick to the gut and threw him to the floor.
"Take him to the dungeons!" Frieza ordered Zarbon, who immediately strode forward to the saiya-jin and flung his limp body across his broad shoulder. "When he wakes up, whip him until the skin on his back hangs in bloody shreds! I will not tolerate disrespect of that intensity!"
Zarbon nodded before walking from the throne room, the last prince of the saiya-jins, hung over his shoulder.
What do ya think? Does it suck? does it rule? Tell me please. Criticism is accepted. And if any one out there knows of any really good angsty non-yoai vegeta stuff that I don't have on my favorites list tell me cuz im desperate for a good fic to read!