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Saiyans are notorious for their greed and the power imbalance that they once held over other species. They were respected and feared, known to conquer any planet that they’d discover, all for the sake of wealth. That was until the conquest of King Cold, whose reign was later inherited by his youngest son, Frieza.
The Saiyans' pride that had once been broken down from being controlled by another greater being was now being shredded by their newfound leader. Frieza was much more cunning, ruthless, and, although nobody said it outright, a tyrant freak.
Of course, Frieza knew what others thought of him, and it couldn’t make him cackle any harder.
Waving his glass of wine from side to side, he sat on his hover pod throne as he gazed at outer space from the window on the inside of his spaceship. Quietly taking a sip of wine, he closed his eyes and waited for the frantic steps that he’d been hearing coming towards his room minutes ago to approach faster.
A festive day like this was too early to ruin with nonsense. He should’ve hurried the hiring process for more guards stationed at his ship; it was unexpected to be so understaffed so soon. But it wasn’t his fault; he taught those previous soldiers the proper way to do their jobs, taking their lives in exchange for such generosity.
He gives himself a pass because, of course, the genocide of planet Vegeta was much more important and exciting. After he’d heard of the possibility of one of those monkeys possessing the so-called Super Saiyan trait, it would be ludicrous for him not to act on it. He couldn't care less about mortal beings weaker than him, but he couldn’t live with the humorous idea of any of them being capable of defeating him. Thus, any and all plans were placed on hold as he prepared for the explosively stunning disaster.
On cue to the counting in his head, the door burst open, but not before his useless bodyguards reacted way too slowly, something he noted he had to take care of later, and watched from the corner of his eye as the intruder was harshly tackled to the ground.
Sighing and rubbing the inner corner of his eyes dramatically, he took his time turning his pod to the commotion in his room. His face scrunched into a scowl as he glared at the disheveled and weeping Saiyan on the ground.
“What could compel you to barge into my chambers without permission? You insolent monkey… You shall speak unless you prefer me to execute you now.” He raised his pale finger, and a small yet overpowering ball of purple energy sat afloat on the tip of his pointer finger.
The pitiful Saiyan wore the usual frieza force battle armor, but what caught Frieza’s eye was the man's furry monkey tail, which was supposed to be adorned around his hips, was instead waving dramatically back and forth. “Lord Frieza I-” He swallowed loudly and exhaled as he whimpered. “U-Urgent, this is urgent! There’s something I’d like to offer to you, sir, please!”
“Wipe that grotesque snot from your nose and quit your crying first before speaking to me. Gosh, does anybody have any sort of dignity here?”
He lowered his finger, his eyes glaring further in disgust as he stared down at the man. The guards immediately let go of him, not caring as his frail body smacked the floor. They watched as he trembled to wipe the wetness from his face and tried to compose his breathing.
“This is getting quite boring. You’re a dead man if you’ve simply come here to waste my time.”
“I did not! You see, my lord, my son he’s…” he sat himself up only to kneel on the ground, pressing his face to the cold floor of the ship as he begged, “he was just born with a power of 12,000!”
Frieza’s eyes slightly widened before closing once again, deep in thought about how he’d handle the information just thrown at him. The obvious answer was to kill the kid, just like how he’d done so many times before with any monkey with such high power levels… but 12,000? That was a number no other Saiyan had ever reached, let alone neared. Of course, the baby would just perish when he’d destroy the planet, but something kept nagging at him. A sense of amusement at the ludicrous thought of keeping the baby alive.
He’d been ignoring the continuous pleas of the man on the ground, his mind filled with the endless opportunities he could have with such power by his side. However, it also came with the downsides and the horrors of the Super Saiyan myth possibly becoming a reality.
His train of thought was quickly interrupted as the man wailed out in such a high pitch that Frieza himself grimaced at. “Please do not kill him! He can be useful to you, just please let him live! He- He is my only son!”
Frieza was now beyond enraged. He was not going to be told what to do, especially by a monkey whose power level was about to be zero. The plans about keeping the brat were fading out of pure spite before Berryblue - a servant loyal to Frieza ever since he was young - spoke up.
“We’ve been in long need of an elite servant, my lord. No one has held up to your standards, and the position is yet to be filled. Perhaps such a powerful being could finally satisfy you.”
Silence suffocated the room after those words were muttered, and Frieza resumed his consideration. The wait was dreadful for all the parties in the room with him, not knowing if he’d act enraged or kill them all for even suggesting such an absurd thought, but it was all lifted when Frieza chuckled.
“Yes, you’re right.”
The Saiyan man's horrified face quickly brightened to a smile, his body shaking as he moved to get up, only for a purple blast of energy to be shot directly into his forehead, killing him instantly as his head thumped on the floor.
“Bring me to the child, I’d like to see it for myself.”
He stood up and jumped off his hover pod, stretching calmly with a wicked smile on his face that quickly drained as he looked at the now-pooling bloody floor caused by the open wound on the Saiyan's forehead.
“And clean this up, now.”
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Frieza and his men soon arrived on planet Vegeta, a visit that he wasn’t planning to do that day, or ever, but he supposed it was nice to see for one last time what he’d be destroying later that day.
His gaze trailed around the multiple saiyans who either hid from him or bravely approached him, trying to satisfy any kind of request he had. Ignoring them, he walked over to the huge structure on the planet and entered it without hesitation, his head held high and proud.
“S-Sir! What have you come all this way for?” A panicked yet serious voice exclaimed quickly, kneeling and bowing, the man's head slowly lifted to meet Frieza's sharp eyes. From the obvious tremors of the much taller and broader man, it was clear he was stricken by fear. King Vegeta, a soon-to-be-dead king. A too good a liar that Frieza would certainly never think of after his little plans for later that day.
“I never expected you to question my presence, King Vegeta. Bold move.”
“Ah, no, sir, I didn’t-”
“I am looking for the child.” He interrupted in a sigh, looking at his sharp black nails as he spoke, “If you will not help me, then get out of my sight and scram.”
“Child… what child do you speak of, my lord?” He swallowed as thick droplets of sweat ran down his face. A pack of other saiyans soon crowded from the distance, curious yet too afraid to get too close to Frieza's wrath.
“What are all these questions? The child with a power level of 12,000, I am looking for him.” He snarled and ignored him, looking at the incubators holding all of the newly born saiyans. He levitated, both of his feet leaving the ground as he checked each incubator, getting more and more irritated at the low-level numbers that kept appearing in his scouter.
King Vegeta followed along frantically, trying to understand what he’d just been told. Had it been Paragus’ child? Would Paragus truly tell Frieza of what he’d done just out of spite, knowing Frieza would do more heinous things to his child than he did? For fuck’s sake he just sent him to a planet! At least he didn’t torture it like Frieza would do once he got his hands on-
“Ah, there he is.” Frieza stopped in his tracks and leaned into the small window of the incubator, looking at the small Saiyan sleeping soundly in it. He noted he was much smaller than the average Saiyan brat, but the spiky raven hair was proof of his Saiyan race - along with his small curled tail. Pointing at the s/c baby, he smirked as he threw an order at his soldiers. “Take the incubator and bring it into my ship. I have high expectations for this one.” He didn’t wait to explain further as he made his way to the exit, leaving the soldiers to do what they were told.
As soon as Frieza got back on his ship, the Saiyans who'd been crowding from a distance gathered around King Vegeta, interested as to what the situation was all about. However, King Vegeta couldn’t answer any of their questions, his face pale and full of dread.
“What did he mean by…” As he worked his scouter, he looked at the child in the incubator, watching as the power level number glitched for a few too many seconds before resting at a high 12,000. His trembling knees immediately gave out as he fell to the floor in shock, watching helplessly as Frieza's soldiers took the incubator with the small Saiyan away.
“No way!”