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Breaking the Prince (Part 1)	By : Doog Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3090 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Ten

           Vegeta had been staring blankly at the small table next to his bed for hours. When he had woken up to discover his body mostly back to normal, clean and dressed in underwear, he had found himself lying with his stomach on top of his firm bed. He hadn't moved for a long time, not believing it was real. Even though he hadn't even lifted his head from its pillow and the room was dark save for a few convenient lights along the wall, he'd known immediately that he was in his quarters on Freeza's ship. He remembered Freeza talking about putting him back to work, but was still surprised at Freeza's confidence in placing him unrestrained on his own ship. What can I do anyway? Vegeta thought bitterly, remembering that there was currently no way he could destroy Freeza. Besides, if Freeza thought that Vegeta was going to comply obediently from this point forward, who was Vegeta to question him? Freeza had always been correct before.
           When Vegeta thought about lifting himself from his bed, however, he could not imagine how he was going to face Freeza ever again. Even the simple act of lying in his skin, occupying the body that had betrayed him, was sickening. Waking up completely healed and cleaned after his ordeal was almost worse than facing the direct aftermath of being raped. Vegeta could not attribute his deep feeling of violation to anything physically amiss, so he could do nothing to remove the stain it left on him. His pride had been shattered, his humiliation so great that he could only think about death. Suicide required moving, though, and he was too depressed to move.
           After a while, curiosity got the best of Vegeta and he raised his head , reaching up to his neck to feel for the metal collar. It was gone, but any potential relief was crushed when Vegeta's attention was then drawn back to the table at his bed's side. He could now make out a white card at its center which was printed with bold lettering that was visible from his position on the bed: "Dear Vegeta. Allow me to take this current opportunity to inform you that the Saiyanjin era is at an end. Your loving Freeza-sama." It was one last vicious barb, a reminder of the destruction of his home world and the defeat of its king. Vegeta felt too worthless to summon the energy to be angry, so instead dropped the side of his face back onto his pillow to contemplate his future hopelessly.
           Out of the numb emptiness of his consciousness, a new realization struck Vegeta. His father had died trying to kill Freeza. King Vegeta had rebelled, not just bent to Freeza's will without a fight. He had failed miserably, of course, but maybe it meant that he had not simply abandoned Vegeta to Freeza after all. All this time Vegeta had thought he had been handed over without question, but now he was beginning to wonder if his separation from his people could have been the reason for King Vegeta's attack. Vegeta had spent so many years hating his father for his weakness, but now knew that he had died fighting as a warrior. That was, if Freeza had been telling the truth. Something about the way Freeza had delighted in his telling of the King’s fate Vegeta made him think it was true, but he could not be sure. At least it was a quick, proud death. Vegeta contemplated the slow, humiliating descent he had endured. What his father had not lived to understand had been left for him to learn.
           Regardless of their differing fates, the lesson remained the same. It was pointless to go up against Freeza with his current power level. Vegeta would be destroyed, just as his father had. Perhaps if his father had waited longer, or mounted a larger attack, he might have succeeded. Then again, King Vegeta had not known his enemy, nor had he understood the magnitude of Freeza's power and ruthlessness.
But I do, Vegeta thought bitterly. He had experienced the extent of Freeza's cruelty first hand, many times over.
           Vegeta thought about how Freeza had not only insulted him as an individual, but as a Saiyajin. Outrage began to swell in him once more, a strangely comforting feeling compared to the unfamiliar depression that he had been wallowing in. Not only had Freeza insulted them, but he had eliminated them. How could such a being exist? Freeza was so ruthless and so unimaginably powerful that it made Vegeta’s head ache.
No, Vegeta thought. He's powerful because he's ruthless. But it wasn't just that. Vegeta searched his mind. He has no weaknesses, Vegeta thought suddenly. No attachment to anyone, no ignorance, no innocence. All the things he used against me. Vegeta began to despair once more. But I don't have those things anymore, Vegeta thought. I have nothing left.
           Vegeta sat in the dimness a while longer, the thought repeating in his mind. What was more, Vegeta began to think, Freeza had completely written him off as a non-threat now. Freeza seemed confident that Vegeta had been completely defeated and would never be any trouble again.
Vegeta remembered the Super Saiyajin legend his father had taught him. The revelation about his father's attempt to defeat Freeza made Vegeta consider the legend with renewed interest. Just because Freeza had scoffed at the possibility didn't mean that it was impossible. Besides, why would Freeza have eliminated an entire race of his best soldiers if he hadn't felt threatened by the Saiyajin? Had his father known and been forced to rush into battle, contributing to his failure? Who else knew that Freeza had destroyed Vegetasei? Vegeta knew he would probably never know the answers for many of the questions he had.
           Vegeta did know, however, that he still had the ability to grow stronger every time he fought. If Freeza wanted him to serve him by fighting, it would only be an opportunity for him to become stronger. No matter the gap between their power levels, Vegeta could grow stronger until he had a chance to defeat Freeza. It seemed like an impossible task, but Vegeta had no other reason to live, and his rekindled anger was making the possibility seem all the more appealing. His rage was further fueled by the insult of Freeza sparing his life; how could Freeza be so confident that Vegeta's spirit could be thoroughly broken?
           In regards to what had been his life up to this point, Vegeta tried to dismiss it as the result of Freeza having the advantage of more power and resources. Now that Vegeta had faced crushing defeat, he knew what he needed to do to overcome Freeza. Vegeta just had to wait until the right time, to learn from the mistake of his father. To succeed would mean to be just as ruthless as Freeza and not let anyone stand in his way, not even his own body. He could have no attachments with or trust for anyone. Any alliance could backfire, be it by providing leverage for his enemy or simple betrayal.
           It didn't matter that he was once a prince; it didn't matter who you were or where you came from, only how much power you could accumulate. The more power you had, the more control you had over your destiny and the destiny of others. He could no longer care about the loss of his father or his people; he would not feel defeat if they no longer mattered to him, and so he pushed aside the grief from his reopened wounds. The only way that his Saiyajin origin mattered was that it would enable his revenge and make it all the sweeter. Vegeta savored the thought: Freeza would be killed by the hand of a race he considered to be scum.
           Though Vegeta’s pride had been shredded, the remnants were slowly taking root. Like cuttings from a stubborn plant, the pieces were finding a new way to survive, fed by hatred. Vegeta acknowledged that Freeza had been more correct than he would ever know on one important point: Saiyajin were ruled by their lust. Vegeta could not lust for death, however, nor could he lust for servitude and shame. He could only find lust for vengeance.
Vegeta raised himself up from his bed and swung his legs off of the plain white material. His toes barely touching the floor, he leaned forward and snatched the note off of the bedside table. Hesitating, touching his other hand to his bare neck for just a moment, he held the note in his upright palm. His next act was almost natural, as if the previous months had only been a terrible nightmare. He watched as the paper disintegrated into black dust within a small flash of ki. Vegeta smiled.
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