A/N: So this is my improved chapter one, I hope you guys like it. Italics are flashbacks and I am changing thoughts to bold

A/N: So this is my very first Fanfic and it has been a very long time since I have written so I would like to ask that when ya'll review no flaming! Constructive criticism is appreciated and welcome. Please tell me what you think and what is working and what needs to change.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or the characters they all belong to Akira Toriyama.

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On the planet Vegeta there was a powerful race known as the Saiyan's. This was widely considered the strongest race within the many Galaxies and they agreed to serve the Cold Empire in return for technological advancement because the Saiyans were warriors not scientists. However as the centuries went by the Saiyan's were treated more like slaves and were sent to purge planets of all life instead of being warriors. This happened once King Cold's youngest son, Frieza took over the part of the empire the Saiyans lived in.

On planet Vegeta, in the throne room a meeting that would determine the fate of not only the planet but the life of a young boy was being decided. Sitting in on the throne was a tall man with auburn hair that stuck straight up like a flame. He was handsome with a goatee and he was wearing a red cape that reached the floor. His eyes were so black his pupils were not discernable and he had a scowl on his face and his brown tail was wrapped tightly around his waist. He was King Vegeta and he was the ruler over all the Saiyans. He was speaking to two soldiers that were kneeling in front of him. The oldest soldier was extremely tall and bald with a mustache and the other soldier was shorter and had hair that stuck up everywhere and a scar on his face.

"Frieza is demanding that the Prince be handed over to him." The taller one named Nappa informed his liege. "He is saying that he wants train him on how a ruler should truly act." The King jumped up and started pacing, his tail fluffed out and waving in agitation. "I am well aware he wants my son but he will not have him!" He roared in anger. "Please your majesty, I know you don't want to but the only other alternative is to send the young prince to another planet where he won't be found!" The shorter of the two soldiers, Bardock pleaded. On hearing that, the King stopped his pacing and looked at his commander. "That's it! Frieza can't have him if he isn't on planet!" The King exclaimed "Get a space pod ready, my son leaves immediately for a distant planet." Both Nappa and Bardock hurried to as their king commanded.

As the King walked through the halls of his palace he thought about what he was going to say to his young son. 'How do I tell the boy what is going on without him insisting on fighting me about this?' The King wondered. The Prince was only seven years old and he was already very prideful however the King knew Frieza would turn the boy into a monster and that was the last thing he wanted. He knew his son would be a great ruler as long as he was kept away from Frieza. As He walked the King's mind drifted to the conversation that had taken place between Him and Frieza one month ago. It was over the Saiyans handling of the purge on planet Koi. There were exotic and rare materials that could only be found on the planet but during the purge, the planet was irreparably damaged, so much so that Frieza had come to planet Vegeta himself instead of making a call or sending a subordinate. The King would never forget the following conversation.

*flashback*

Frieza was standing at the palace windows, staring out at the beautiful red planet before him however he was not seeing it. Oh no, all he kept seeing was all the stupid little monkeys dead and lined up at his feet. "I am so very disappointed Vegeta, I gave you stupid monkey's one task, one very simple task and you blow it." Even though Frieza's voice was calm the King kneeling behind him flinched, knowing that Frieza had the power to destroy him and the entire planet without even trying and that this could very well be the calm before the storm. "You have my sincerest apologies, Lord Frieza." The king began doing everything to hide the trepidation in his voice and posture "the Saiyans responsible for the damage are being punished as we spe-" He was cut off by Frieza turning to him, anger evident on his features "That is not good enough!" He hissed "You obviously cannot control your own people; as such I will be taking over the decisions that will affect my interests as well as the Saiyans. You will still handle day to day affairs as spending more time smelling monkey's is not something I am willing to do but all other matters will be taken over by me and if I find out you have gone against me I will make you and your pathetic race suffer." With that he turned to go "oh and I want the heads of the foolish monkeys delivered to me before I leave this pathetic planet." And with that parting shot walked out, leaving an upset king behind him.

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King Vegeta paused as he remembered Frieza's parting words. His plan could very well end his whole race but how could, he as a father just give his son over to such a bastard. While he did not want to send his son off into the unknown nor did he want to bring Frieza's wrath down upon the Saiyan race he truly could see no other option. As much as the Saiyans prided themselves on being emotionless, at least that is what they told themselves, family was important to them, which was why they tried so hard to act like they didn't care. If an enemy knew the importance of your family it could be used against you however if you acted like you didn't care then they were safe. The Saiyan king was no different, He loved his son dearly and in many cases acted like he was nothing to him in public just to keep him safe but somehow Frieza had learned just how much the boy truly meant to him and now he was trying to use him as a pawn against the King. Well he wasn't going to get to; the King was going to see to that. With newfound determination to save his son King Vegeta continued on down the marble hallway that led to his son's room.

As he walked up to the door of the Princes bed chambers he thought once again about his son's reaction. Knowing Vegeta he was going to cry and throw a fit and demand to stay, Prince Vegeta didn't show fear even at a young age, he got angry and quite frankly the King was not in the mood to deal with his temper tantrums. Coming up to the door He took a deep breath, prepared him mentally as he could and opened the door. The room was spectacular it was done in all dark wood furniture; the walls were painted in hunter greens with dark wood floors. Tapestries covered the walls depicting different scenes from Saiyan history. In the middle of the room sat a small child, he had black hair that was like his fathers shaped like a flame, his eyes were an even deeper black than the Kings and his tail was uncurled from his waist as he sat there reading.

The young Prince looked up to see his father standing in the doorway with a serious expression on his face. 'Hmm father looks especially upset today.' Vegeta thought before getting up to bow to his father with respect. "Father what's wrong?" He asked. Looking at his son and knowing it would probably be the last time he saw him caused the King to sigh. His wife had died one year before and the Prince was the only one left for the King. He knew the Prince missed the queen although he would never admit it and filled his time with training so he wouldn't think about her. "Vegeta, I have something very important to tell you." The King began.

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A/N: Alright guys, new and improved please tell if it is better.