Chapter 8 – Denial
POV Prince Vegeta
Planet #79 was in sight. A small dark planet. Lots of white purple buildings and landing areas. We had been given the coordinates to land. Five space pods landed in the right spot. We had landed at the headquarters command center. This was the heart of the Frieza Force. Many fighters lived here and from it spread the web of the force across the universe.
The doors of the pods opened slowly. A cold wind rushed in. This was definitely not like planet Vegeta, which was normally warm and dry. The sky was dark, there was no sun nearby, only a small one. This also made the air cold. There were trees growing, but they had needles instead of leaves. The grass was dark green and firm. The ambience was what you could expect from an army base.
We were met by Appule a middle class warrior in training. The purple alien with an octopus like head had a nasty grin on his face. "Welcome in your new home boys" he smiled. I crossed my arms, nothing new home nonsense. This is pure bullshit. I had wanted to type in the coordinates of our home planet first, see first and believe later I thought. But the grown men were against it. Fine! Then I first want to see the images, proof that there has been an impact at all.
I spat on the ground "where is Frieza?" Preferably I wanted to slap that dirty smile off his mug. Ideally I'll want to knock him down, fight everybody on this stinking planet. Appule just put his hands on his hips "Follow me Vegeta". I snapped at him "prince Vegeta". The alien just signaled us to follow him. Everyone followed Appule into the building.
The walls were white and round to the top, on the ground were red tiles. There was a cold chilling atmosphere. There were soldiers everywhere hanging around the hallway, they looking at us. Dodoria stood also in the hallway; he had a dirty smirk on his face. He always looked so cocky as if he was above it all.
We arrived at a large sliding door. Appule pressed a button and the door slid open. He went into Salute pose and said "Lord Frieza, the Saiyan team of young Vegeta is back from their task my lord." Prince, I am a prince I thought angrily to myself. I clenched my fists, this is not where I want to be. Home was no longer a pleasant place, but always better than this place.
Frieza sat in his hover chair with a glass of wine. Slowly turning around, he looked straight at me. When he lies about the meteor, you see that. You see when a person is lying. Also with Frieza, right? Zarbon came to stand beside him, with his hands behind his back. "Oh poor little prince, I still can't believe it. A meteor, no one foresaw it coming. So tragic". But I saw nothing, no twitching or flicker. He seemed to be telling the truth? How is this even possible?
"Very tragic indeed Lord Frieza" I tried to stay as calm as possible, strategically I was thinking what was convenient to say when. Not to provoke a fight, but to catch him in a lie. Our planet was never suddenly gone. I refuse to believe that. A meteor, what a bad excuse and a bad joke. Father will be in any moment? Won't he?
"But fortunately I have a good heart. You will have a place here on planet #79". Frieza took a sip of wine. The entire Saiyan team took a bow. Wonderful, I thought to myself. But this is a planet where I don't like to stay; my head needs to be clear. I need a target.
"And another task, we don't like to get bored Lord Frieza." Zarbon looked angry, took a step towards me and wanted to say something but was cut off by Frieza. "Of course little prince, monkeys always have to have prey" At that moment Frieza looked at my right hand men. "But Nappa, I hope you do teach that child better manners. He's a bit brash". Stay calm and composed, I kept repeating to myself.
Nappa wanted to defend me his prince but I stopped him by a stern look. Zarbon took a step forward with an amused smile. "Appule will lead you to your quarters. Meanwhile, he will show you the medical center, training arena and canteen. Welcome home on planet 79". Angrily I turned around, welcome to planet #79? This is not our home, we are proud Saiyans. No meteor will have just destroyed our planet. Never and truly never will this be our home.
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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...