After conquering Planet Plant from the Tuffels, our first and great King, King Vegeta, turned down the Ice demon's offer to join the World Trade Organization. This led to Frieza declaring war with our great people. We have been fighting the demon and his army for years now.
After Frieza destroyed Earth, a planet in the southern galaxy, King Vegeta gave the remaining humans refuge among our peoples until we could defeat Frieza and give them a planet of their own. We are now allies. We protect the humans, and in return, they help us with their technical knowhow.
Now, in our efforts to take down Frieza, we send teams of Saiyans out to destroy the Ice demon's bases and to halt his efforts on universal domination until we can mount a final attack to end the demon and his army.
This is the story of the most unlikely team in all of Saiyan history.
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Nappa stuck his head into Prince Vegeta's quarters. Said Prince was sitting on his bed, back to the door. The lights were out, as usual, giving the room a gloomy but mysterious feeling. Nappa ran a nervous hand through his soft, but short, black hair. "Prince Vegeta?" The young Prince pulled on his glove.
"Yes Nappa."
Nappa stepped inside the room, his huge body now filling the doorway. "We have a mission, sir. We need to leave." Vegeta turned with an irritated sigh to face his guardian and got off the bed.
At his full height, the Prince only came up to Nappa's waist, not including his gravity-defying hair. At 10 years old, the Prince was not just half Nappa's height, but half his age too. "What of Kyira and Raditz?" He asked nonchalantly.
Nappa tapped the red scouter on his face. "She sent a transmission a moment ago to say that they were with their mother. She's been in the hospital since late yesterday evening." The two walked out of the small room and rode the moving floor down the hall.
"Kyira said we should head down to the dock and that they'd meet us there as soon as they could."
Vegeta nodded. "Will my Father be seeing us off?"
Nappa shook his head, his overgrown buzz cut getting in his face. Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Of course." he muttered.
"But your mother will." Nappa added, hoping to cheer the gloomy Prince up. To put it simply, it worked. The Saiyan Prince smiled.
They arrived at the dock to see a beautiful Saiyan woman holding a small toddler. Nappa walked over to her and bowed, taking her delicate hand in his. "Queen Carmine (Car-mine). It is a pleasure to see you again."
She smiled, her very being radiating beauty. "Hello Nappa. It is a pleasure to see you as well." Her voice was like that of an angel. She had long, curly black hair, dark caramel-colored eyes and a perfect complexion and a body that could send any man swooning. The baby she was holding was none other than the youngest of the royal family, 1-year-old Prince Tarble. He looked almost exactly like his big brother, but with a softer complexion, much like that of his dear mother's.
The young prince giggled at his elder brother's presence. Vegeta rolled his eyes, pretending to be annoyed, but unable to keep from smiling. "Hello Mother." He said as he came closer.
Queen Carmine glanced around. "Where are your friends my son?"
Vegeta sighed, truly annoyed this time. "They are not my friends, mother. They are my comrades and they are with their mother in the hospital." He said, losing his smile and adopting a more annoyed look, tired of explaining this several times before.
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FanfictionKing Vegeta turned down Frieza's offer to join the World Trade Organization; the Saiyans and humans have joined forces to take him down. Now, one odd group must learn to deal with their problems in order to protect what they care for most. (AU. I ow...