Bringer of Death

Cold Saga - Part 1: Vehemence

Cold Saga - Part 1: Vehemence 

Another day of boring spaceflight had come and gone. From where they had set off from, deep in Cooler's former empire, it would take them over a month and a half to reach planet Earth. The prince found it fortunate that he was equipped with all the means he would need to train along the trip. Having used the tiny attack pods as his main means of transportation all his life, he had never been able to do anything besides sit motionless and mediate during his journeys. That, and listen to Nappa's constant complaining, if neither of them activated their cryogenic hibernation systems. Traveling on the Bringer of Death, he was now able to focus entirely on his training in the gravity chamber. 

For the first few weeks, he continued his pattern of spending half his time training and the other half in the regeneration chamber. Yet he soon noticed that this approach yielded diminishing returns. The regeneration chamber still healed him, but his power no longer grew at the same rate when he recovered from injuries. The zenkai had proven to be a useful advantage before, but his power was now high enough that he barely noticed each successive boost. He had been injured and healed so many hundreds of times; it seemed as though the effects were less and less each time. 

Not only that, but training at continually increasing levels of gravity had begun to slow him down. He now had the strength to stand in sixty times the gravity of his home planet, but training seriously didn't seem to help that much more. In fact, the benefits of increased gravity had started to taper off around forty to forty-five times Planet Vegeta's gravity. He was most comfortable training at a mere fifteen times his home planet's gravity, as this allowed him full control. 

Of course, going Super Saiyan made the weight seem like nothing. The first time he had transformed in the gravity chamber, the explosion of energy had shorted out the system, sending it to its maximum of one hundred times the gravity of Planet Vegeta. Even this had been no challenge at all in his Super Saiyan state; he had smiled momentarily as he reflected that this gravity was one thousand times that of the planet where Kakarrot had grown up. 

Unfortunately, his transformation had damaged the system, and it was a full week before the engineers could repair it. During this time, he spent hours pacing the deck of the pool and gazing at the stars; the rest of the time he spent in his chambers, anxious to make it to Earth. 

As reclusive as he was, one member of the crew continued to check on him. His second in command, Oniya, who had designed his ship, had been noticeably present anytime he was outside the training room. Vegeta was no fool; he could tell that she was attracted to him. Was it his position of power or something else about him that caused her to hang on his every word? He didn't know, and he convinced himself that he didn't care. 

It wasn't until halfway through the week without the gravity chamber that the tension finally reached a climax. The prince had been reclining on the deck of the pool watching the stars stream by through the haze of slipstream flight when Oniya walked in behind him. 

"Why did you request a pool if no one was ever going to use it?" she asked softly. Vegeta ignored her. "Do you mind, my lord?" He still said nothing, so she walked slowly to the side of the water and unzipped her flight suit, letting it slide down over her shoulders. Smiling shyly, she lowered her body smoothly into the water and began swimming to the opposite side. 

Vegeta watched silently, his expression never changing. Most alien species in the former Frieza empire seemed grotesque to him, but Oniya was different. She was far more slender than a Saiyan woman, and her greyish-blue skin was...unique...but he felt his heartbeat quicken as she turned and swam back toward him.

Vegeta frowned from his throne, his vessel making its final approach towards the blue planet called Earth. It had been six months since he had defeated Frieza, subsequently planning a rematch with Kakarott. His ignominious retreat from this planet had been only a few months earlier, though it felt like a whole different lifetime. He had come so far. His exit had been shameful, but his triumphant return would more than make up for it.