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The Taming	By : Lynnember Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 711 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Taming
- 2-Vegeta's History Lesson
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The Taming
Chapter Two
Vegeta�s History Lesson
A special thank you goes to Phanrtomscribe72 for beta-ing this chapter for me.
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�In the beginning there was one warrior. His birth held a secret, which no mortal could be prepared for. From the very beginning he showed promise and dedication. This was joined, over time, with skill that was as natural as it was unprecedented and very quickly all those around him fell behind.

He rose with the first light and trained until the stars brimmed with the red glow of Hanyiah and lived every minute of his existence for the passion and thrill of the hunt. To kill was his purpose, and as instinctive as it was perilous (as is the creed of our noble race) he was determined to achieve greatness, never before witnessed by the common soldier.

He lived his world atop the mountains of his victories and his gloves were stained by the blood of all whom got in his way. And so it came to pass that this one being (with the true intuition of a creature born to importance) inspired millions with equal fear and awe.

At the cusp of a new coming the world came to a halt. Those that did not believe cowered before his immensity. Those that doubted had their minds opened and as the embodiment of their veneration approached, those whom worshiped, bowed down to the great divinity of power of the one... the almighty� the legend that will forever prevail.

From the Vegearians in the north, to the Tecians of the east - The Chiniaris to the west and the Sect of Krianan that adorned the north; nothing had bared witness to such omnipotence, because then was born into the life of a mortal, the entity of a god.

That day was how it had long since been foretold. The legendary walked the earth. Saiyan flesh and blood bore the mark of all that was holy, noble and unparalleled.

Take heed those that doubt or else you too will perish at the will of this walking deity. The yellow fire will burn and decimate all those that dare approach. Only once a millennia doth this event transpire and it will come to you in the most splendid of the species. On this day the daze of gold and heat will burn for all to see in a crown of power over the elite of an untouchable and pure race.

At this time the Saiyan will claim all.

With this visage the marvelled warriors of an underprivileged conquering race will once again reclaim their foothold on the hoards that might appose their predestined rise to glory. Salvation will come at the hands of the golden soldier, the almighty and faultless. Let his creed show the path, for the glorious pinnacle of our race first arose and gave hope, guidance and power to us all.

There has always been the fight, and now there will the the legendary once again. Let us celebrate the divinity that is here�for today he is reborn in the guise of a child�a phenomenon unlike any other, that of the one and only� the Super Saiyan.�
There is emotion. I cannot define it, but in the restricting of my throat - I feel it. Consumed in this simple transcript are so many variables. Variables that may well be past by a disinterested eye.

One thing is for sure; not even now, when the will of the universe has settled, can I say them without trembling. There is too much intertwined within them for anything less - so much of memory, so much of devotion, so much of� me.

No matter how much I try not to, when I am alone and when my mind is free, or when something weighs oppressively on my shoulders - I revert to them for the guidance they offer.

Not under any rose-tinted delusion of nostalgia, however, as inferior races might presume, but because honour dictates it that way. A true warrior does not hide history under the expressionless mark of a pen - he recites it with passion, with fervour, with glory.

I have memorised the passages perfectly, and they tumble through my thoughts with little difficulty. There is something so very intriguing in repeating over words that have held such a fixation over my life. They feel so natural on my tongue, and as poignant as ever.

There are not many I have chosen to let hear that text fall from my lips, but now for some reason it feels right I allow it. It has not always been so. For years I would not hear them in any tongue but that of my father. It wouldn�t be proper for the prophecy of my birth to be delivered any differently.

It�s a strange feeling that passes me as I pay homage to them now, because no matter where I go they will stay with me forever. The obsession is gone but not forgotten.

I do not recite them though, merely for my own amusement, there are certain events that have to be taken into consideration and I will follow them so as to give continuity.
As I walked away after my first meeting with Kakarrot these very words walked with me. It is hard to define, but there was a form of predetermined significance that placed them there, not because I wi it, it, but because it was� required.

A curious sensation it proved to be, and� even for a being such as myself� it was unnerving. I poured over the words as I have now, but with something more. To simplify the feeling it moved in a telepathic sense and manifested itself into a cold spike, which pierced my spine.

I paused.

It carried on over my thighs and down my arms until my whole body felt numb. At that time every sound around me went blank (and considering the destruction that was raised on Chikyu at the time) I felt growing concern.

There I stayed, at the heavy door of the bunker with guards blinking in wonder, for several minutes. I could not go forward and I could not go back. It was as though time stood still but my mind raged on.

In the void there came a voice. It overlapped with my thoughts-mocking my inability to control it by chanting my prophecy with me. Dishonouring my father and destroying the text of his tongue it continued. As I reached the last two words and my mind fell silent� the voice continued� repeating them over and over.

At first I tried to ignore it, making my mind focus on anything else, but it didn�t work. Only when I relented, and whatever weird spell haunted me won its battle over my mind, did it cease. My brain and body relaxed simultaneously and I stumbled forward. The knee on my left side grazed the concrete floor and ripped the spandex of my bodysuit before I caught myself.

That sensation lives with me still. If I concentrate I can send the same tingle of numbness, spiralling down my back now as I experienced then, but that is beside the point.

I did not stay planet side for long. It was turning evening as I reached the orbiting ship and I made a point of heading straight for the training decks. The overwhelming need was to find an occupation that would keep my mind off the events of such a bizarre day for the longest period of time. It was the most logical decision. In no other way could I lose myself so completely.

The idea was good. The practice proved adequate, but my sanctuary wasn�t to last long. An incessant beeping interrupted my forms and the lights that took control of the room, darkened into an eerie red. Whatever was about to be transmitted was top priority. The mission required me to be at full readiness, no matter what hour. My training would have to wait.

Slinging a towel over my neck I reached out and entering my personal security code, accepted the call, portending death to whoever dared interrupt me. Using the towel to wipe the sweat from my eyes I tried to focus on the small screen.

Dammit! Maybe not death, but extended torture might well be his punishment.

�What is it commander?� I spat, trying desperately to scowl over the odd thought. �I thought there were to be no more communications between us � explain.�

Bardock dipped his head in respect.

�Sorry Vegeta, but our plans have changed.�

�They have? In what manner?�

�Eighteen is here.�

The towel stopped mid-swipe. There was a pause as I considered the situation.

�Sixteen?� I asked.

�I� I�� he looked down, avoiding direct eye contact.

�You� you� left him behind didn�t you! You idiot!�

�It was only reconnaissance! And under your orders I might add� what do I care about human technology? Compared to what we�re used to all pointed to their being completely backward... how was I to know I�d be there for that long. I�m a first class soldier, a member of your fathers counsel� I do not need babysitting!�

I chuckled slightly. His indignation was priceless. �You are right Commander� and if you were not such I would let you do as you wish. Did you really think that Dr. Gero was the only being of abnormal intellect to have originated on this planet? Fool! I�d let the mechanical monstrosity take your life and your pride and be done with it, if I couldn�t do without you.�

�You are worse than the Ice-jin�s� you know that? You keep me alive for your own sick pleasure!�

I couldn�t wholly deny the allegation. �In part.� I admitted with a sly grin. �How long before you rendezvous with Sixteen? Will I have to get my hands dirty�� I addarcaarcasm. �� Do you need help?�

�No! I do not need help! I have a good ten minutes on her.�

�Then why concern me with this nonsense?�

It was his turn to chuckle. �Because I enjoy it when you get all concerned over me Vegeta Ouji. I�m touched.�

�You no good, son of a Ice-jin fucker! I swear it! The next time we meet I�ll silence that mouth of yours once and for all.�

�I know�.� He winked. �But that is a long way off princeling, and in that ti wil will be here on the frontline whilst you are pampered on Kasaku-sei. When I return then we will see Vegeta� then.�

He must have seen the storm his words lined on my features. The result was a complete conversation shift.

�Never mind all that though� we still have the issue of Kakarrot to consider. If Eighteen has picked up my trail I�ll have to keep on my toes, I can�t escort him back to Nappa and Gilesh with her still following me. Her finding one Saiyan is bad enough - me leading her to three more is inexcusable! The way I see it I have two options available. There is a chance she hasn�t picked up Kakarrot�s ki signature yet. She might be unaware of his existence. I could put him in a stealth pod and send him to Nappa, or��

�Or?� I prompted.

�Or Sixteen and I could take him to train with us. With Sixteen�s authority it isikelikely that Eighteen will do anything other than follow. Current sources confirm that Dr Gero isn�t controlling her anymore. There will be no hierarchy to back her up. She won�t pose a serious threat.�

�You demand that we come on this futile mission!� I implied with constrained anger. �You disobey a direct order by leaving Sixteen behind on a code three. You then lead android Eighteen within spitting range of your prince, jeopardizing the very existence of our race, and you expect me to let you have complete guidance over an underling that is the property of my father? You�ve forgotten your place soldier. You know full well that Kakarrot�s future is decided by vote and ONLY after my father�s sanction. Do you know more than I? Have you already spoken with the king?�

�I have not Ouji. He is going through a strange episode now. God only knows what those monsters are doing to him. That is why I come to you. His mind has been closed off to me for two weeks now. There�s no way he can decide this.�

My jaw-line was set tightly as he spoke, my teeth ground together. �I have had the same trouble.� I admitted �His regression is more frequent and prolonged recently. I choose not to think about it. You Commander� should know as much.�

�I know, but you have no choice. He cannot make a rational decision even if we were to get through to him. Look, this is your call Vegeta. If I put Kakarrot in a stealth pod and Eighteen picks him up, she�ll be led straight to Gilesh and Nappa, and although it would be no great loss to me I would hate for you to get all teary on me over it. At least if he stays with me he�ll have the protection of Sixteen. It is up to you to say and as leader of the first council I will speak for the others. I will abide by your decision. What will it be?�

I mulled my options over. What Bardock suggested went against every conceivable protocol implemented since the great purge, how could I agree to it without overruling my father�s authority? Yet it was a logical progression. There were far too many calculable risks with the other. Too much was left to chance.

�There is no way of contacting Nappa for his approval now. It is too risky. Is there anyway we can scramble the stealth to hide its destination? Kakarrot is of small importance. Nappa and his mate on the other hand are important to the empire.�

�Not thoroughly. If not scrambled enough Eighteen will be able to decode it and if scramble too much it will send the pod drastically off course.�

I closed my eyes, contemplating my decision. �Well then. It looks as though I have no option. In the absence of my father I place Kakarrot under your supervision Bardock.�

His features spread into a grin. �As you instruct Vegeta-sama.�

�You are ordered to work as a cultural liaison with the creature and tame it for effective use within the empire. You have precisely twelve months to do so. After that time, and in the hope that your low class genes will lend you enough guile to lose Eighteen, you will return to your prince�s protection on Kasaku-sei. Then I will decide the creature�s fate. It is not a member of our empire until that time. Use extreme caution in what information you give to it. If it so much as steps one foot out of line because of your incompetence I will have no option in your punishment. Do you understand these conditions?�

�Yes sire!�

�Good� then you know what you have to do.�

�Yes� stay safe my prince.�

�Of course� oh and Bardock.�

He looked expectantly back at me.

�Don�t make me regret this.� I smirked.

�You won�t. You have my word.�

The screen went blank and I brought the towel over my eyes, burying my head in it and rubbing furiously at my temples. �Your word is broken Bardock - I�m regretting it already. Twelve months before I see you again? Fuck! You asshole!�
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Well there it was. Yet another reason to hate the ice-jin�s and I did, with a passion, and for once it was not an unreasonable one, but I see I am getting ahead of myself. There are important points within this narration that haven�t been addressed so far and I find they can no longer be ignored.

So, whether you like it or not, these will have to be gone through before I can continue my story and why not? You have not had to suffer as I - a brief history lesson may do you some good. I always did enjoy torture.

You see events that shaped my life transpired many years before I was born.

In the latter regions of a barren pocket of space there came a great change, which would ultimately affect the way the universe was run. On a small planet in the midst of practical nothingness a family came to power.

This had not been the original intention.

The once quiet spiritual race of the Ice-jin�s had unwittingly been mangled and transformed by the genetic engineering efforts of one creature. His name was Dr. Frost.

Not much suspicion I suppose can be made clear on his name, and yet the spell that he cast with his DNA tampering has caused waves to spill unlike any phenomenon before it.

The result of his efforts, the being of the microscope, turned out to be none other than a creature in his own likeness. His name was Cold. He resembled his master in every conceivable concept - except one; his ki.

Ki cannot be replicated in chemistry, but it can be fabricated into biology. Many had tried to do this, but at that time only Dr Frost had succeeded. Unlike his creator who was all scientist, Cold was built with the inbred desire to fight. His mind was focused and his body was one of the most formidable ever created. His strength was unparalleled. No one could touch him.

For countless years this genetic amalgamation did its creator�s bidding. Frost however was not as ambitious as his prot�g� might lead you to think. He wanted only recognition for the talents of his species. He wanted to advance his race not bog it down in war. He had no twisted or impracticable desire to claim the universe and make it his own. Then his only concern was to find the means of gaining greater knowledge.

He planned to utilise this creation on his own people, not for anything monetary or even to overthrow any principality, mind you, but to extend his limited resources. It was only oncis wis was achieved that his thoughts moved beyond that of his own planet. He reasoned that there was a universe of knowledge out there if only he would look for it and so he made the mistake that would haunt every creature in known creation. He let Cold loose on the universe, giving him a taste for space travel.

Not having the inclination to hanker after power like I do, Dr. Frost, rather than use Cold�s ki to simply destroy and take, attempted to loan his services out to neighbouring planets as a military aide� therefore securing future financing and allowing him to continue with greater experimentations.

It proved, however, that the universe (at the time) was almost alarmingly stable. We Saiyans had such a grip over the majority of inhabitants that no one wanted to dare risk their treaty with us by being seen allied with such a weapon.

There was also a matter of thin trust attributed to the scientist from Icetu-sei. It was such an overlooked planet that those who might not have fallen under the control of the Saiyan, or those that were foolish enough to want to betray us, preferred to keep their own weapons rather than risk their lives on the alien unknown. There was too much uncertainty involved.

In fact some of those leaders with slightly more foresight than most even went so far as to realise that the creature�s very existence was more likely to cause trouble than prevent it.

Frost was a broken man. His lifework was nothing short of useless. He tried to keep his spirits up, but not being of the right disposition his mind turned to madness. It was not a reclusive or even introspective form of madness, but rather a destructive and resentful downfall into dementia.

He deteriorated very quickly. His body shut down under his own consumption and rage. Very soon he was nothing more than a shell of a creature � living on his own twisted dreams, and ignorant to any form of comfort around him.

He was not however as incapacitated as he might appear. In truth his last flash of genius was to hold repercussions that could never be imagined. In a final act of desperation Dr Frost let loose his malice on the universe that dared to ignore him.

Just as he was about to slip into the next life as though nothing more than a whisper in the ever-turning hands of time, he planted twin embryos into his lifework. Being of an asexual race, Frost died in the knowledge that his legacy and vengeance would be unleashed in the children of Cold. These genetic infants were encoded with ki capabilities ten times more impressive than their sire. They were instruments of genocide pure and simple. Living, breathing, free thinking, weapons of mass destruction.

As far as Cold was concerned though the death of his creator meant nothing. He knew what he had to do, he had always known. On the back of a planet that held no passion over him, and under the sway of no one, he started to think.

It wasn�t the same way as you might, but as a warrior like myself. Deliberate, calculating and wholly unnatural. Some would call it evil, but that might even be selling it short of the mark, because Cold was created in its predecessor�s likeness. He was supremely intelligent.

He was not quite in the same league as Dr. Frost. No. Cold�s intellect held a different form; he had no patience for science and did not care to learn. Unfortunately it manifested itself into a kind of shrewdness, of cunning and with a mind as dangerous as it was perceptive - he excelled.

Icetu-sei was the first to be cleansed. None of the inhabitants were worthy to live under the glory of what they should have been. He pronounced himself King and very soon after the uneventful birth of the twins (Frieza and Cooler) he was ready to unleash his full power on the universe.

It was never the same afterwards.

My father suffered the most out of any entity. His grip on space was being challenged. Many worlds had no idea what was to be expected of the Ice-jins and it ed ted to be a more effective recruitment for Cold�s army than any could have foreseen.

Fentuenturies the Saiyans had been perceived as a conquering warrior race. (A perception we prided ourselves on.) A lot of cultures had gained under our rule, but it is equally true that a lot more suffered inconceivably. At the time of this unbalance the Ice-jin was, to most eyes, the lesser of two evils.

I am talking as though this was some massive exodus of peace, but that is not the truth. There was nothing rapid about King Colds advances into space. He would never let himself be so careless. That - for all those concerned in the welfare of our empire - was the worrying factor. Many had tried to overthrow us, but they had been driven on their emotions, making them predictable and weak. King Cold was not.

Power he had, and he made enough of a show of it to inspire respect, but not so much as to cause alarm.acquacquired his dominance in a very different manner. He held a gift for diplomacy and forged rather than forced his domain.

Two decades came and went before any knowledge of his true designs came to life and by then it was too late for most to stop him. We Saiyans of course were never fooled; or so it is to be believed. In truth it wasn�t anything made out of superior understanding or underground surveillance, it was territorial, pure and simple.

He overstepped his mark onto our empire in a way that was unforgivable to dominance as complete as ours. No amount of cunning could trick us into pliancy. If there is one thing that prevails in our race it is the need for control and our inability to let go of something we claim as ours. Some may call it pig-headedness and perhaps� perhaps they are not so wrong.

It was then, as the two apposing forces could no longer be placated into indifference, that things took a downward spiral.

At this time I was in my late teens.

King Cold had amassed enough of a military that he could no longer be ignored. The Ice-jin, with the help of his two sons had managed to accumulate themselves into a situation just as impressive as our own. Icetu-sei, despite its relative remoteness was now the centre of their empire.

The Cold family resided there and had enough manpower under their own wing, so that they wonot not have to leave it unless under extreme circumstances. It was their stronghold.

Then� then came plot.

It is still very unclear to me what exact events transpired, but from another quarter that remains a mystery there was sabotage in the Cold camp. The price they paid was the destruction of Icetu-sei itself.

It was well known that thlds lds had no overbearing loyalties to the planet they were conceived on, but the fact that they were on the mud ball when it met its demise was something that could not remain unpunished.

No one knew then of their ability to survive in space and it was a mistake that was to cost the Saiyans very dearly. That is one of the very few times that his intentions have ever been shown and his true desire to conquer all came out. To him there was only one culture that would be so brash as to defy him openly and he made new plans with startling urgency.

It was at that time he came to Vegeta-sei � On the day of the ancestors.

This was a festival celebrated all over the planet, but the centre of these festivities was here in the very heart of Vegeta Capital. I was fortunate enough to be away at the time. Every heir to the throne of Vegeta-sei is required to participate in a �grand tour� of the universe, and I was very willingly serving my time on a purge five sectors away.

I had a bloodied glove halfway through the body of an insectazoid rebel when I heard the news that Vegeta-sei had been invaded, as it was transmitted over my scouter. In fact I heard the fighting, more than listened to the commentary, turning the creature before me into a pile of ashes even without knowledge that my ki had risen so high.

In the middle of battle and at such a distance there was very little I could do. No one on Vegeta-sei (not even I if I had been there) could have stopped what happened that day. Perhaps if it had been just Cold then the odds wouldn�t have been so stacked against us, but against all three� no Saiyan on planet that day stood a chance.

Only one Saiyan survived the purge. My father.

Now I can see your mind trying to digest this information and let me set you straight. My father is not a deserter! He would have more than willing died to protect his planet and people, but his glorious ascension was denied. While all those around him fought valiantly, with noble honour and pride to enter the afterlife in the way of the Saiyan, my father was forced to watch it all.

He was the first Saiyan to meet with the entity known as Frieza. Having a ki and fighting ability far below the Ice-jin�s my father didn�t stand a chance. Frieza, however, chose to disregard honour by allowing him a glorious death, to instead bind him with scaream.

Scaream is the natural fibres of a plant only grown on the very east of our empire. I have told you of its effectiveness against the human, but have not told you why. You see it has the curious ability of being able to restrain ki. Your body can still generate it, but the plant is a curious mixture of the botanical and the paranormal. It exists somewhere between dimensions, as far as Bardock can tell. It is the resonance that it emits that degrades ki on a molecular level and when combined with metal reinforcements, makes it almost impossible for ki wielding creatures to escape.

That was the fate of the mighty king of Vegeta-sei - to watch his planet being purged from the top of his own palace, incapable of doing anything to prevent it. The humiliation though did not end there.

It seemed that once the Ice-jin�s came, they did not wish to leave. It was unfortunate, but they took a shine to our planet and with good reason. With technology, communications and active services that linked all the way through known space, and no longer having a military outlet like it of their own, it would have done them very little service to destroy Vegeta-sei. Instead they moved in, claiming our planet as their new home, and from that day it served as the ice-jins main base.

My father held long conversations with me telepathically after that day. Unbeknownst to those that watched the king in his box cell, or those that administered his daily beatings he was not inactive. Deep within his own mind and with those of our species that were still alive, he was plotting.

Bardock is correct though. His mental stamina was all but worn out at the time of Kakarrot�s capture. He was subjected to the worst kind of abuse any warrior could endure. He was being kept alive, humiliated, striped of not just of his pride but of his clothing as well. He was kept bound and gagged in his invisible cage on a plinth in the centre of Victory Square, opposite the palace, and one of the busiest thoroughfares on the planet.

Everyday was spent this way. There was no escape for him, and his body and mind were both failing him. If he had been killed in battle his demise would have given me no concern at all, but even though there were practically no ties (other then blood) that united us, his complete disgrace humbled and haunted my mind. I owed it to his courage to endure all those years to free him and recreate the empire as it once stood.

That was my duty! I was the promised legendary. I would avenge him, but it would not come easy.

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This is not the end of my history lesson, but it must be the end for right now. There is so much more to be related� Androids, es, es, emperors and collaborators, but they will have to be recounted at a later time. Kakarrot is starting to wake up and I have obligations to him that cannot be put off. His fingers are clawing lazily at my chest as he loses the images of his dream.

Even now he is looking up at me, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. �Morning Vegeta!� he exclaims languidly, stretching his body in a catlike fashion along my own.

�Afternoon.� I correct.

�Oh man! That late?�

I snort and look away.

�Are we still� you know?�

�Yes!� I shout tersely.

He smiles at me, plaintive but relaxed. �It�s the right thing to do Vegeta.�

I snarl my annoyance simply because I know the third class is right.
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