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Ancient History: The Forgotten Past of the Saiyans (Chapter 3)

Ancient History: The Forgotten Past of
the Saiyans

Chapter 3: Sixty Years Ago, Vegita

    King Vegeta walked
down the hall of his castle into the throne room, and sat in his
high-backed gold and emerald, jewel encrusted throne that sat on top of
a large white marble tile dais; spouting commands and queries, relating
daily boring
politics; the upcoming birth of his son on his mind. He also had
to prepare for the Lord of the Empire to arrive.

    Lord Frieza, as he
preferred to be addressed, was
on his way to
the Saiyan homeworld to personally visit the King, as Seika was due to
give birth any day now. Frieza liked to keep a tight leash on
those that ruled under his regime. He never trusted anyone,
striking fear in everyone he was around. He was a sneaky bastard
that terrorized many worlds. Frieza did not even trust his own
father, his heart as black as his large lips. The Saiyans were
his favorite purging party, being very efficient at the work they were
forced to do. After generations of being under Frieza's control
(King Cold preceding him and so forth), most learned, through
ignorance, to enjoy the task of
purging.

POV: King Vegeta

    I sit in my throne,
discussing the economical and
political matters at hand concerning the kingdom, that is my burden, my
birthright. Any day now my mate will bare my child, my
successor. As an expecting father, the tension mounts as I wait
for the moment when my son is brought into this world... A world of
oppression... Yes this oppression... Like a dull pain that you get used
to over the years, present but almost forgotten. Here in my
castle, away from the death and destruction, there is sense of pride in
the work that my forefathers and I have accomplished... Yet like a
choke chain collar on a pet dog, I am reminded of the grip of his Royal
Assness, the one
that has his scaly hands wrapped around the very foundations of my
kingdom.

    Just the thought
angers me that I don't have the
resources I need to defeat him and his allies. As my mind
wanders a moment from the yadda yadda of the counsel, thinking these
things, I am alerted that he has arrived.

POV: Narrator

    Frieza's spaceship
parks
in high orbit around Vegita. "Lord Frieza we have arrived."
"Very well Zarbon. Prepare my shuttle to depart to the surface."
Zarbon bowed and headed to the launch bay to inform the personnel there
to begin preparations for the shuttle. "My Lord, the shuttle is
prepped and ready for your departure." Zarbon said over the
intercom. Frieza entered his shuttle and departed to the surface,
accompanied by his two henchmen.

    Frieza entered the
main hall wearing his usual smirk. "King Vegeta, I have news that
you are to have an heir to the throne one the way, is this correct?"
"Yes. Sire. It is." King Vegeta replied. "Do you know the
sex of the child?" He asked. "Yes. It is a male Your
Highness."

    King Vegeta was
annoyed, but kept his face
emotionless. He did not want to let his 'Guest' be satisfied with
the knowledge he was having this effect on him, the concern for his
unborn son growing all the more.

    And then it seemed fate had a cruel
sense of humor. Seika went
into labor as they were speaking. Right there in the hall.
Right in front of the Lizard Prince.

    Now Seika was the
last of the Saiyan women in
existence that could bear children. Said female was with child
before, with a daughter two years before the prince's conception.
The daughter only lived for six months, dying of a clot in her
brain. Seika was the only one not exposed to the Great Plague
that killed about half of the female population, while rendering the
rest permanently infertile. Her mother sadly died of the disease
while away on vacation, in the hot springs on the Southern pole of the
home planet.

    The doctors rushed
her off the the infirmary
where she could be
properly attended to. The King was left to entertain the Lizard
back in the main hall.

POV: Seika

    My first contraction
began as I was sitting
beside my mate. The timing couldn't have been worse. I
despise the Lizard as much, if not more, than anyone else here on this
planet, my motherly instincts telling me that my soon to be born child
was not safe anywhere near that frozen bastard. Technically he
wasn't a bastard but the thought was a comforting distraction from the
pain of labor.

    Soon the child's
head could be seen in the
orifice of the birth canal. With another contraction my son was
FINALLY out of there. Labor lasted 5 fucking hours. The
doctors handed me a towel to clean off the child, as they knew I would
rip off their heads, had he not been given to me immediately.

    I cradle my little
bundle of joy in my arms close
to my chest as the father of my son enters with a grin on his
face. I hand him over to my King and his grin turns into a smile
of delight as he cradles his son in his arms.

    Of course his grin
and my smile were wiped off
our faces when the tyrant entered the room. Seika was outraged at
the audacity that he had to interrupt the little private time, the few
precious moments, that they had together with their newborn
infant. 'One day' she thought. 'You will die by your own
pride.' She and her mate kept their expressions emotionless, as
revealing emotions other than anger and aggression, was considered a
weakness.

    "Lord Frieza, may I
present my son Prince
Vegeta." King Vegeta said. Frieza held out his arms
expecting the king to hand his son over to hold it. This of
course did not please either of the parents of the young prince.
The
King reluctantly handed the child to the Lizard. Holding the
child in his arms, Frieza stared down at the little Saiyan Royal in his
arms with an evil smile on his face. Prince Vegeta began to cry
in the cold scaly arms of King Cold's offspring. He soon
was handed back to his mother, who began to soothe the little prince,
giving the Black Hearted One a glare, terrifying the King, and amusing
the Guest.

    "I give my blessings
to the future king of the
Saiyan Empire." Frieza stated. "You are most gracious, My
Lord." King Vegeta said. And frieza left the room he had the
perfect plan to secure a stronger hold on the Saiyans.

POV: Narrator

    The Ice Lord headed
back to the room the King had
provided for him. The young Prince Of Saiyans on his mind.
The next day there was a great feast in honor of the Prince's
birth. He attended the feast, all the usual small talk was said,
despite everyone's discomfort at having their oppressor present in the
same room.

POV: Frieza

    I smirk as I notice
the effect my presence has
among the Saiyan people. 'Stupid monkeys.' I thought. Their
power is impressive. In time I will have to have control of the
brat, his father might rebel when his son comes of age, and I can't
have that.

    The communications
device I have starts to
beep. The display indicates that it is a private urgent
message. After the message is decoded an officer on the screen
states: "Sire there is a rebellion on Itius Prime." "You are
supposed to be handling it. Stop them." "Sire they have killed
all of the units that have been dispatched, and more are on their way
as we speak." "I will be on my way there personally.
Rebellion will not be tolerated. Dodoria, Zarbon prepare my
shuttle. We are leaving immediately." Frieza shouted. "Yes Lord
Frieza." They replied. The two men prepared the shuttle for departure
as the tyrant told the King that he was departing to see to an
important matter.

POV: Narrator

    The Royal Family and
their subjects were
immensely relieved to have Frieza gone from their planet. The
next day everyone continued with the celebrations. The young
prince was brought before the people in the room. There was a
table where the nobility could leave their gifts to to the new
heir. The event was transmitted on all the public monitors
in the different towns and cities throughout the planet. The
whole of the race cheered in praise. King Vegeta said to Seika in
the Royal dialect of the Saiyan language, for privacy since he didn't
want to be conspicuous by walking out of the room, "Dear, I think
our child needs to be changed." "I agree, he is starting to
stink." She replied in the same tongue.

    In the common
dialect, King Vegeta said:
"Tomorrow for your entertainment, there will be a tournament held in
the main arena. all classes may participate. I expect you all to
put forth your best. And may the best fighter win!" The
Royals, Nobility, and Elites looked down on the lower classes, but the
King was not about to publicly abase the majority of the population.

    One of the Nobility,
approached the table and
left a small carved statue of the King and Queen and their son, made
from some rare wood. "Sire may the Prince have a long and prosperous
future." He said in the dialect spoken by the Nobles (Counsel
Members). "Thank you" the King replied. "But, you will use the
common dialect when in present company. Is that understood?" "Yes Your
Majesty. It is understood."

POV: Narrator, Five Years Later

    Prince Vegeta was
now five years old and fought
well for his age. His Mother died of internal bleeding two
months after he was born. He never remembered her though.
His father trained him aggressively, as his mate's passing was hard on
him. Thus he learned to despise all forms of weakness. Even
through all of this, King Vegeta has his kind moments when no one was
around to witness it. He even let the prince cry on his shoulder.
That however was few and far between.

    As expected,
tensions grew between the Saiyans
and the Cold Family. King Vegeta was stuck in a catch-22 with
Frieza. Frieza sent the Prince on several purging missions.
The King having, for a short time, his ego stroked by the crafty Ice
Lord. Now the Lizard wanted to keep Vegeta Jr. with him at all
times. His skill impressing the tyrant. The power of the
Saiyans grew and grew. Frieza saw this as a threat to his empire.
Frieza followed Zarbon's suggestion to destroy the most powerful
ones. Frieza however had a better idea, as his fear and
hate for them grew. He decided to blow the whole planet up.

    Frieza's ship headed
for the Saiyan planet and
soon was parked in orbit. King Vegeta and some soldiers stormed
down the halls of the ship wanting his son to return home. The
King encountered the Ice Lord at the door of the ships throne
room. Expecting this to happen, Frieza made sure his favorite pet
was away training on a distant planet. A battle between the royal
guards and the frieza's guards ensued. Some of the guards accompanying
the King to the throne room.

    The other guards
were defeated and the door to
the
throne room opened and frieza and the King fought while Dodoria and
Zarbon had fun with the King's guards. The guards were quickly
vaporized with ease by the Ice Lizard's two right hand men.

    King Vegeta was
brutally beaten, and blood
pouring from many open wounds inflicted by Frieza. The King fell
brain dead on the hall floor outside of the throne room. Frieza
laughed loudly as the King's crown made a clinking sound on the floor
as
it fell of his head. "Dodoria, summon the slaves to clean up this
mess." "Yes Lord Frieza" Dodoria replied. "Zarbon,
accompany me to the observatory." "Yes Sire" Dodoria
summoned the slaves to clean up the mess in the hall. After which
he joined Zarbon and Frieza in the observatory.

    Frieza exited
through the observatory roof in his
floating chair, while Dodoria and Zarbon watched from inside.
Frieza floated some distance from his ship and formed a tiny
energy ball at the end of his finger while he spotted some Saiyans
flying in the high atmosphere. Then with a blood freezing laugh,
he channeled a very large amount of power into the energy ball and it
grew into a massive sphere. With a flick of his finger the
energy ball obliterated the planet in a giant explosion.

    Two hooded figures
appeared in the hall and put a
small device on the King's brain dead body, surrounding it with a thin
barrier of energy, and the three of them vanished jewels and all.
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Ancient History: The Forgotten Past of the Saiyans

Ancient History: The Forgotten Past ofthe Saiyans

Chapter 3: Sixty Years Ago, Vegita

Ancient History: The Forgotten Past of
the Saiyans