Chapter 2: Tramps
POV Raditz
All morning we were at the training ground. "Come on son, you can hit harder than that!" hearing my father yell at me while I was hitting him with my fist first, in his face. All morning father had been training me, without break time.
My fist missed father's cheek by a millimeter. Meanwhile, a fist from dad landed in in my belly. Crying quietly out of pain I whispered "Dad, ouch!" I fell to the ground.
"You have to get faster son; new teams are being formed in the next few days. And you're old enough to get on one." Dad gave a harsh lecture to while I was laying the ground.
Just trying to ignore the pain while father walked away I got up and attacked him from behind. "Good boy, never give up!" Father was looking proud, it gave me a good feeling of confidence.
~Meanwhile at the palace of the young prince and his family. ~
POV Vegeta
"What's wrong with you?" Looking at the little girl who was walking angrily past me down the hallway. Yuri turned quickly around "Mommy is back, but I'm not allowed to see her!" Her face was looking anxious and pissed off.
My reaction was to raise an eyebrow in confusion "Is that all?" It came out a bit irritated causing Yuri to give me a push. "Hey, I can't help it", snapping at her. Yuri balled her little fists and hitting my left upper arm "You're the prince, of course you can".
Quickly walking ahead in a state of irritation. I wanted to ignore the little girl so much but then heard a vase being smashed. Rolling my eyes I just turned around and walked over to her anyway. Muttering while looking at her saying "I'll will walk with you then."
"Thank you V" the girl grabbed my arm. With all my might I tried to ignore her, but she always felt like a little sister. She was easily upset, certainly wasn't a Saiyan at all. But Yuri did have a form of strength, and romping was always fun with her.
Together we walked into the command center. Two soldiers blocked the entrance of the sickbay. I addressed one soldier in a direct tone "We would like to see Yuri's mother, she's back we heard". The soldier at the door looked a little nervous "I have orders from the queen herself, no one is allowed in prince Vegeta".
Yuri's arm held mine tighter. From the corner of my eye, I looked at the little girl next to me. She had a frightened look. With my hand I covered hers, at that moment she looked at me.
Standing up straight and trying to look more angry I talked back to the soldier. "But I am the prince, and I demand access now". Yuri got tears in her eyes, I felt her almost trembling.
At that moment, Nappa came up behind us. "I'm sorry prince Vegeta, Miss Yuri. But doctors are still working, she had some injuries".
"In-injuries? How bad?" Yuri took a step back letting me go. Talking in a gentle voice I was trying to calm the girl down. "I'm sure she is fine, your mother is tough".
Yuri turned around with tears rolling down her cheeks and run fast out of the building. As much as I wanted to run after her, from behind Nappa, father suddenly appeared. "Son, we need to talk." I felt in a crossroads between father and my friend. But as a prince, I had a duty to listen to my father if I ever wanted to be a great king.
~An hour later ~
POV Raditz
I was walking down the street with a small pouch of coins in my pocket. On my way to the store for some groceries for mother. The street was busy; it hadn't rained in weeks so everything was dusty. The sun was shining brightly, it was hot.
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A cold memoir
FanfictionLife brings tears, battles and memories. The tears dry up, the battles end but the memories remain forever. This is my origin story of Vegeta and his team. From child to young man. The Frieza force is brutal and tough. What keeps the young prince on...