A/N: ...Well, here it be! The sequel to Toy Soldiers has finally arrived. I'm hoping this story will be able to stand on its own, but if you find yourself becoming confused (especially with the whole Roux and Vegeta are brothers thing) take a look at good ole' TS. I know the prologues are all written in first person, but the majority of this fic'll be third person. Now...the tale continues. Let me announce it now...this fic is A/U! Now, ONWARD!

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, nor any of its concepts or characters. This includes, but is not limited to: Vegeta, Nappa, Raditz, Frieza, the idea of saiyans...ect.

Claimer: I do own the following: all OCs (Roux, Thundriao, Thrice), A/U portrayals of canon characters, the Garthian saiyans and all concepts regarding them, their planet, Garthia and its countries.

Reviews, both constructive and praising, are always appreciated :-)

Full Summary: After escaping earth, Roux (15yrs) approaches his next challenge: facing the tyrant that destroyed his and Vegeta's (13yrs) world. On the way, the princes will find themselves on fantastic worlds, cementing allies for the future. However, a careful plan goes awry, and Vegeta finds himself in a familiar world of torture. Uneasiness grows between the squad of Saiyans, each becoming more and more uncertain of their separate identities. (Note: Roux and Vegeta's current ages stand at 14 & 12. No, my loyal readers, they did not age a full year within a few hours. :-P That's just the target age for the entire fic)

Space, an endless expanse, is stretched out before me in all of its cold glory. Far off in the distance, Planet Zik, our rendezvous point, glimmers with a pale blue light. My body, tired from the battle so many hours ago, rests comfortably against the wall of my pod. For now, we are safe. And perhaps, victory is within our grasp.

Hope and I have been strangers for so many years now. It feels odd, knowing that the goal I have struggled with for the past seven years stares me in the face.

Yet, a part of me still is lost. I do not know how we will accomplish what we have set out to do. So many have stood in Frieza’s way…and failed. Father, for example, and Roux, both fell to him in their attempts to stop it. But Roux survived. I survived. Even after hell descended upon our lives, my anniki and I remain living.

But does that really mean anything? Are we foolishly risking everything that has been regained? I desire revenge as much as the others do…I refused to be held by that lizard any longer. I want to believe that not only has hope been revived…but our long dead spirit might have been as well.

I am no longer the lifeless machine for Frieza’s use. I am Prince Vegeta Valtor Relin Jr., avenger of the saiyan race, and retriever of fallen glory.