The hot winds had started once more and would have been blistering and unbearable to normal skin, but here on Vegita-sei it was all too common. The skies were blood red and cloudless, the planet itself seemed cold and lifeless. If not for the few tribes of sayajin warriors who infested it, the planet would be completely dead. The soil was black as coal, with traces of ancient civilizations that had once shared Vegita with the sayajin, but were wiped out completely in a war that was long forgotten. In what seemed to be the center of this godless populous was a fortress, stone and solid with some odd mixture of technology surrounding it. Giant sayajin guards paced up and down the castle walls, which seemed to go on forever. The guards wore black armor that clung tightly to their skin, their faces seemed to keep an angry expression that was to be expected for all warriors on Vegita. The royal guards must instill fear in the heart to all that came across their paths, or face death by their own king.

    Inside the twisted path of corridors and passageways that lay within the castle, a young and arrogant prince furiously paced back and forth outside his father’s chambers. The prince’s caretaker, Vincent, stood still with arms crossed while keeping constant vidual on the boy prince Vegita.

    "We must leave soon, I must have bloodshed!" Stated the prince boldly "This waiting is intolerable!" He walked over to Vincent whose eyes had never left him. "I cannot wait to go into battle! You have been in many and have come close to death several times…" Prince Vegita impishly smiled "But have always been victorious… I must have that same feeling… I will be the greatest sayajin warrior one day!"

    Vincent said nothing, but only smiled at the young boy. Yes, Vincent was indeed a great warrior; his reputation amongst the sayajin was more than that of an elite fighter. It was rumored, but never seen, that in battle Vincent’s hair bursts fiery white and an aura of light surrounded his whole body giving him incredible strength. His legend was one of fear… The older sayajin speak of a child, a mindless killer that only the king of Vegita could control in battle, he was held in chains because of his wild and ungodly bloodlust, devouring anything within his path as the king marched behind over his adversaries. But it had been years since Vincent had been seen in battle, and the legends that surrounded him had become myths, much like the tale of the legendary super sayajin; a tale that Vincent would often tell prince Vegita as part of his daily lessons. Vincent was average height with extremely broad shoulders and arms; the warrior was probably eighteen in human years. He bore an honor symbol that had been permanently marked under his left eye; almost as if was a black teardrop that had rolled beneath his cold dark eyes. He too wore black armor like guards outside, but mounted on his right shoulder was a white weighted cape that hung down to the top of his gold tipped boots. Each of his wrist guards had bladed extensions that curved from his forearms upward past his elbows, he also wore traditional sayajin leg shields, which were the norm for royal warriors, and Vincent was strict on sayajin traditions. The warrior kept his hair long but chose to let it fall to his left and let two extremely long bangs fall over his face.

    "You will be great…" Vincent’s voice was calm but hard "and one day you will be the greatest, my prince." He said as Vegita smiled in genuine bliss accentuating his tall black hair

    "Greater than you?!!" the prince asked excitedly.

    "Yes, my prince… But greatness will only come…" The king’s chamber doors had opened before he had finished, the kings servant appeared and stared at the boy prince who then put his most dreaded warrior face on before looking back at him. Vegita proceeded to walk inside.

    "You are the one named Vincent, are you not?" The servant asked

    "Yes" He answered

    "The king wishes your presence as well." As that was said Vegita’s head snapped back in surprise.

    "What does the king need of Vincent?" Inquired the boy in a somewhat worried manner.

    "That is for the king to say." Was the answer. The prince was embarrassed and enraged by at the man’s response.

    "I could blast you into in to Hell! You worthless…"Vegita started but was grabbed by Vincent before he had finished.

    "I would be honored…" Said Vincent then quickly looked down at the boy to scold him.

    "What?!" The prince lowered his voice as they started toward the main room.

    Vincent had a strange feeling inside him; he smelled battle a battle brewing, for his king had not summoned him in years.

    So both prince Vegita and the mighty Vincent walked towards the center of the king’s chamber. The room was large and under a huge dome with gold decorations that accented everything in sight. Royal markings and the trident crest were mounted along the walls. Standing in the center of the room was a large man in battle armor; he looked almost like prince Vegita but taller and more muscular. He was the king of all sayajin, and although he bore a beard the resemblance between him and his son were incredible. Next to the king was an equally sized man who seemed to be going bald at an early age and wore a crooked smile beneath a long mustache. The two approached the king.

    "I await your demands, my king." Said the boy as he bowed in the presence of his father. The king looked down deep at Vegita expressionless; his dark ominous eyes spoke before he moved his lips.

    "Frieza has granted you a mission that I feel you are capable of accomplishing…" King Vegita then handed the boy a scroll implying that the details were written inside. "You will leave within the hour and will be escorted by Nappa…" He gestured to the man to his right.

    "But, my lord, Vincent has…" Vegita started but was cut off by the king, who snapped angrily in response to his son’s disobedient behavior.

    "I am well aware that Vincent has been with you all your pathetic life." The king steamed. "There is business with Frieza that he and I must attend to which is none of your concern, boy!"

    Vegita stood down, quite surprised that his father did not strike him for talking back and even more so that he called on Vincent for the first time he had ever seen.

    "Leave now…" The king pointed in the direction that Vegita had came from. Nappa had made his way towards the prince and put his heavy hand on Vegita’s shoulder guard.

    "Don’t ever touch me!" Vegita batted away Nappa’s arm. "I will review this." He gestured to the scroll that was given to him earlier then reluctantly started to remove himself from the room.

    "You might even earn the right to be king one day, boy!!!" Yelled the king.

    The young prince looked back as he walked out, first to his father and then to Vincent. Vincent, who was perhaps the only friend he ever had, who had trained him in the arts of war since he could remember, was now parting ways with him for the first time. But Vegita was a sayajin prince and neither he nor Vincent would allow him to show any signs of sadness, and then the doors shut…

    "Vincent!" The king bellowed in an almost whole different persona. "How is it that a warrior of your class can stand for years tending to my unruly son?" He laughed.

    "It is an honor to tend to your son…" Vincent replied in a low tone that countered the kings loudness. "And you and I have dined with death on the battlefields too many times to continue."

    "I will have to feast with that bitch soon, Vincent" The king jested as both men walked into the next room. "How is the Brat coming along since last time anyway?" He had switched topics momentarily.

    "Excellent, he will be ten times the warrior I ever was" There was a hint of pride in Vincent’s voice. "No other child his age or older can match him in strength" He looked to the king, the king said nothing, but looked pleased.

    "As you might have heard," Said the king "Frieza is plotting to betray the sayajin race and destroy us according to Bardock’s visions." He paused. "I want you to keep a watchful eye on Bardock… He might have been right."

    "I shall my lord… But Bardock has never really been all there in the head." Vincent pointed out.

    "I will tell this only to you, but his visions bother me. I will confront Frieza soon and if I do not return, it will be either Bardock or you that will have to lead the people against him… What a pair!" He laughed under his breath. "One lunatic and one with too many enemies that fear him to this day."

    "My lord, those days are long forgotten…" Vincent put his head down as he spoke.

    "Rest for now, Vincent… If I do not return from my… council with Frieza… you’ll figure out what to do."

    "Yes my lord!" As Vincent walked out he knew that the events to follow would change Planet Vegita forever.

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