New Laws

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Extra Info: This is staged in Bejitasai, before the planet is destroyed by Frieza and before Vegeta is kidnapped by Frieza and King Cold. Freiza came when he was about 19 and he arrived on earth at 28, just to give an as accurate as I can timeline. It was Frieza's influence on Vegeta coupled with the destruction of his planet that shaped Vegeta into the arrogant cold Prince we saw in the Vegeta Saga. In this saga, he is 17.

And, without further ago....


Vegeta's cold orbs stared down at the insolent woman on her knees before him. Only seconds before, his gloved hand had struck the woman's cheek, and now she knelt at his feet begging for mercy. Such words hadn't met his ears; he chose to ignore them.

"Please your Majesty; I was defending myself. If I didn't fight back, that man would have--"
"Silence!" he barked, raising his hand once more as a visible threat. "I don't care what your reasons are, you've killed an Elite! Laws are laws, woman, and you've broken them! You're lucky I don't kill you!"
"Oh sire, please don't--! Wait, you're not going to kill me?" her deep brown eyes flicked up to her Prince, staring hopefully at his face as her tears of terror slowed.
"No. But you will be volunteering life service to the barracks." her eyes re-alit with terror as she took to her feet once more, long brown hair flowing onto her peasant's dress.
"You're mercy, sir, I beg you! Please don't send me there, I beg you to end me instead!" without hesitation this time, his hand struck the side of her face once more, sending her reeling backwards and onto her back a few feet away.
"SILENCE! I will hear no more of your screeching, wench! You have violated a law, and I have chosen your penance! You will serve in the barracks until your fiftieth year, when you can be freed, if you survive." Vegeta's glance shifted to a passing servant, whom was carrying a vacuum. "You!" he barked, making the poor woman jump. "Escort this wench down to the barracks!"
"Y-yessir!" she exclaimed, and took the arm of the woman whom had since burst into tears. "Come along, it's not far..." Vegeta turned to carry along on his way, but only a few seconds had passed before the inevitable happened.
"NO! I WON'T GO!" the woman's voice rang out. He turned his head over his shoulder to see what was happening. He frowned with irritation as the figure of the female whose life he'd just spared could be easily seen bolting at a full fly towards the main door. He didn't even need to scream out for his guards to stop her before the well trained men let out a flash of energy. He solemnly closed his eyes as a rain of crimson flesh fell over the royal hall as if someone had torn off the roof in a spring storm.

Vegeta shook his eye as he stepped back towards his training room. 'Every time I try to be merciful, it ends in carnage,' he thought, hands crossed over his chest. 'I try fervently to become the Saijin Prince my father demands of me, but it seems it's only skin deep. Mercy only seems to aggravate the issues I try to avoid. What must I do to spare the lives of the few I can? Am I doomed to sentence the citizens to death whom break my father's laws?'

"Vegeta!" a familiar voice snapped through his thoughts. It was Nappa. "Looks like yet another bitch chose death over the barracks, huh?" he commented, matching Vegeta's pace along the corridor. "It's not going well down there. We're down to a handful, and they aren't what you would call appealing. It's at the point where we may face a mutiny. The system is broken."
"What would you like me to do about it, Nappa?" Vegeta snapped, flicking his head towards the much taller male Saijin, stopping before the door to his training hall. "You need to speak to my father, I'm not the King."
"I have; he doesn't believe his precious system is broken! He told me that one more person questioning his barracks system would be killed."
"Again, what am I supposed to do about it? I don't make the laws. Father does. I simply make the population abide by them, or punish the ones that break the laws."
"That's right, you do all the hard work while he makes rules that make no sense. Truth is, his barracks system worked far better than anyone predicted. Women are terrified to break the laws, have debts to the state, or even sneeze the wrong way! It's working so well, it's failing. Your father is wrong, and it's your job to step up and change it. He won't argue with you like he will with everyone else. Do you want to deal with getting questioned by King Vegeta, or the total rebellion of the entire fleet of soldiers?"
"Get away from me." Vegeta replied, closing his eyes as he turned his face towards the wall. Nappa shook his head, and turned away.
"I'll leave, because I have to obey you. I hope the rebellion doesn't twist your brain too badly. You won't have long to prepare." With a sneer cast towards the wall, Vegeta strode into the training hall.
"This isn't my issue!"

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Strike after strike of his galick gun landed perfectly, striking the moving wooden targets with ease. His effort never slowed, and his anger rose with every launched blast.
"Level 100." he barked, which was answered by a faint beep of recognition by the main computer. Within seconds, several round metal orbs emerged from cannon shafts, powered by small rotors which kept them aloft like helicopters. Vegeta fired off many rounds of his galick gun, destroying the many targets with ease. It hadn't been even remotely a challenge.
"Level over. Training complete. Shutting down." the computer's AI told him.
"Damnit. I'm not finished! Every time this happens! I will have to speak to the Tuffle servants and make them increase the levels in this infernal thing! It's not even a challenge anymore! There's nothing more aggravating than something you need not working properly! I swear I'm going to destroy the morons that made this damn machine if they can't...fix it." he trailed off as something he already knew dawned on him. The other solders needed the barracks as badly as he needed to train. It was as important, if not more so, than training itself. Vegeta heaved a sigh as he stepped through the door once more, back into the corridor. 'If my father weren't around,' he thought, 'this would be my problem. I am as allowed to pass laws as he is, and if I don't change the laws, I will have to deal with a mutiny. I will simply have to pass new laws behind my father's back; once I have a look for myself and see if the barracks are truly as poor as Nappa claims they are.'

His feet carried him along the maze like halls and corridors of the palace, down many flights of stairs, and finally into the basement. After passing through three guarded security doors, guarded by two Elites each, he wrinkled his nose at the stench within the one-door-no-windows catacomb of a room. A solid metal desk stood between him and the steel walls which held the barracks, a few holes within the walls to allow little airflow. It was hot and stunk of rotting flesh and semen, of blood, and spoiled food. He detested the barracks, for many reasons.

A small woman, no larger than a 13 year old in size, shifted her eyes up with the haunting sound of the final gate clinking shut.
"Oh! Your Majesty! What a surprise! We were told to never expect...Wow, sir, what can I do for you?"
"Shut your gitty mouth for one thing, wench. Tell me, how many women serve down here?"
"Um, it's been a while since anyone new has been sent down, sir - it's been at twelve for a few weeks now. I understand that the laws state any woman caught breaking the laww must be sent to the barracks or killed, but no one has dared..."
"Hmph. You needn't tell ME the laws around here, I UPHOLD THEM! Now; is what I hear true? Is there unrest with the soldiers about the women here?"
"I don't want to stir up trouble, highness, but yes. There are fewer and fewer men coming here, and even less leaving happy. In fact, I believe-" she began, but was cut off by the screech of a pair of women's voice, followed by a flash of light. The screaming got louder, as one voice fell silent. "O-oh dear, not again..." the desk-ridden woman exclaimed, and stood up abruptly to scramble and unlock the barracks door.
"What do you mean 'again'?" Vegeta probed, as the door was hauled open. Before she could answer, a very angry soldier stormed out from within, and banged on the security doors.
"LET ME OUT OF THIS SHIT HOLE!" he boomed, and the Elite guards simply obeyed without so much as a squeak. Vegeta returned his attention back on the barracks. His nose wrinkled in disgust as a pair of hands dangled from chains linked into the ceiling, swinging back and forth with tendrils of muscle hanging off bone and ivory flesh. The floor's chains laid relaxed, with nothing but a foot within one chain, in the same state. The other eleven women weren't in the state he was expecting; he thought they would be shaking, scared, and terrified; but no. Every one of them had been indeed taken by surprise, but as they hung in their chains or tied to their beds, a sense of emotionless numb was upon each one of their faces, amidst the splatters of blood and molecularized organs that dotted their warped and drooping features. Not one of them had perfect breasts anymore; they were all sagging, wrinkled like raisins, or even missing, as was the fate for one woman. Their sexes were over-fucked; loose and wide open, as if they'd been taken one too many times by the family horse, or given too many children. Some were even scarred, or scratched so badly one wouldn't have even recognized it as a woman's snatch. The youngest one was around 35; the oldest put years on his father. The state of the room and the women within was absolutely decrepit. This was his father's dream? This room of over-fucked women? This shit hole of soul-less women? These were the women that were assigned to serve the blessed cocks of the planet's soldiers, these few criminals? This room that was supposed to be a punishment for women, whom were now terrified of even sneezing wrong? That was the end-point. It was going to change, and it was going to change NOW. This wasn't a perfect system. This was grounds for mutiny. No woman deserved this treatment, no matter what sin they committed against the crown.

"YOU! SET THESE WOMEN LOOSE NOW!" he screamed, veins popping out of his forehead, facing the now shaking and terrified secretary of the barracks. "THE GODS GAVE US WOMEN TO PLEASE US, BUT THIS IS ABSURD AND DISGUSTING! SHUT THIS HELL HOLE DOWN! GET THEM LOOSE AND TO THE NURSES BEFORE THE HOUR TURNS OVER! GIVE THEM THE BEST ROOMS IN THE PALACE AND RETURN THEM TO THEIR FAMILIES! CLEAR THEIR NAMES AND THEIR FAMILIES NAMES AS PAYMENT OF THIS CRIME AGAINST THE GIFT OF THE GODS! GIVE THEM A MILLION DOLLARS EACH! AND YOU TWO NUMB NUTS!" he bellowed, casting his enraged face towards the two guards that stood behind the open security door. "GO INTO THE CITIES AND NOTIFY THAT THERE WILL BE A PUBLIC ADDRESS IN THE COURTYARD AT SUN DOWN! ALL CITIZENS MUST BE PRESENT OR IT WILL BE CONSIDERED TREASON AGAINST THE CROWN!" they didn't dare to speak a word to ask why, but the three scrambled to obey as Vegeta took off to his training room. He had to calm down before the address. It was not acceptable for the women to be treated like that.


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AN: It seems that Vegeta has a vendetta against his own father's laws, but will he have the guts to stand against it? Find out next in the next chapter of DRAGON BALL Z! *Giggle.*