Unexpected Happiness (Vegeta x Goku)

Chapter 8

"Aww...look at the little beta playing solider."

"Why don't you run back to daddy and leave the fighting to real warriors? A beta of your power level has no place in war!"

"Yeah. The only thing a beta like you is good for is baring cubs, although I'm not sure he'll give any alpha strong offspring."

Jeers like these rang in his head. They echoed becoming louder and harsher with each sequence. He covered his head to try and block out the sound.

"If you can escape the maze before time is up or your hunter finds you, you're free to go."

"Come out, come out wherever you are. It's only a matter of time before I catch you! Then you're mine."

"Too bad, monkey. You'll just have to try again later. Zarbon, he's all yours."

A whimper came from him as the memories of hands harshly grabbing at him. He cried as he tried to get away from it, and the memory faded into dust. He curled himself to make his body smaller to hide.

"Come on, Kakarot! Punch harder! I know you can!" The older saiyan taunted as he pulled his little brother into a headlock.

"I'm trying, Raditz! You're just stronger than me. I'll never overpower you. Damn it! Let go!" The 8 year old squirmed and twisted trying to get lose.

"Hey, I might be stronger physically, so use your head!" Raditz playfully flicked him on the head drawing a cry of protest from the little beta. "Don't limit yourself, use any advantage you can."

"You mean like this?" He sank his teeth into his big brother's wrist.

"OW! You little bastard! You didn't have to bite me!"

Sadness overwhelmed him and tears leaked out of his closed eyes. He wanted to sink into that memory and never come out.

"Subject appears to be able to carry. He's not fully mature but he's exactly what Lord Frieza was looking for."

"So we don't need to go after anymore small or individual saiyans? Good. Now he can help rebuild the army he decimated when we captured him. I thought his kind were weaker than the others!"

"Obviously you haven't fought saiyans before. Their women and male carriers are just as capable as the rest of their filthy race." The foot on the back of his head roughly ground his face into the dirt.

The horror of the realization that the Colds had been hunting for women or betas that could be easily captured stuck with him, and all he wanted was to go back home. He buried himself under a fur.

"You should stay here! You're not strong enough to go to the combat zone!"