I am Vegito. The second prince of Planet Vegeta. The younger brother of the great and feared Vegeta IV, the prince who carries the future of the crown. I, however, am... a disaster.
My story, if it can even be called that, is one of failures, contempt, and constant defeats. Since I was old enough to understand, I always knew something was wrong with me. The Saiyans, the hardest and most brutal warriors in the entire universe, have always lived for battle, honor, and, above all, strength. And I, well... I didn't quite fit in.
My brother, Vegeta, is the role model for every Saiyan. With his pride, overwhelming strength, and his ability to crush anything that stands in his way... And me? I'm a joke.
Since I was born, the difference between us was more than evident. He was always the warrior destined for greatness, to take the crown. I was just a nuisance. An "insect," as he often called me. A prince, yes, but one whose power was barely that of a low-class Saiyan. If my existence ever had any meaning to him, it was only to show me how useless I was.
Training on Planet Vegeta was a constant suffering. Every day, I was destroyed. The other trainees, even the younger ones, mocked me because, no matter how hard I tried, my Ki was small. Compared to the others, I was a shadow. Everyone saw me as a disappointment, and they didn't bother hiding it.
My father, the King, didn't even speak to me unless it was to give me orders: "Train harder, Vegito." As if that was what I was missing. The worst part was that I trained, and trained, and trained, but I never improved. The anger, the frustration, built up in my chest until I didn't know if what I felt was physical pain anymore.
What bothered me the most, however, wasn't my weakness. What really overwhelmed me was the reality of our situation. The Saiyans, a proud and free race, no longer were. Do you know why? Because we were under Freezer's control. Yes, the same monster who subjugated us and reduced us to mere war dogs.
We were trapped, forced to do the dirty work for a being who didn't even value our existence. While my brother saw him as a powerful leader, to me, Freezer was nothing more than a plague. And the worst part was, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get rid of him. Hatred burned inside me, but what could I do? If I didn't have the strength to free myself, what was left for me?
After all, strength in this universe is everything. My father was king because he was strong. My brother was the successor because he was strong. Freezer, the tyrant emperor, because he was strong. And me? I was incredibly weak.
So, one night after a particularly brutal training session, something inside me broke. I looked at the sky, at the stars that twinkled as if they were laughing at me, and made a decision that would change my life: I was leaving. I wasn't going to stay any longer. I wasn't going to remain Freezer's pawn, nor a simple toy for Vegeta. I had to escape. I wanted a place where it didn't matter what I had been, a place where I could be something more than a shadow. And then, I knew. Earth.
Earth? Really? It wasn't a strong planet, it wasn't an important planet. In fact, the Saiyans didn't even know it existed. Perfect, I thought. A forgotten planet, peaceful, where Freezer wouldn't find me, where no one would have any idea who I was. What could be better than that?
At first, it seemed crazy. An exiled prince? A spaceship looking for refuge in the middle of a black hole? But I had nothing to lose. My pride? I had already lost it. My strength? I had none. So, why not? I decided that if I was going to leave this damned planet, I was going to do whatever I wanted. And if I died trying, at least I would die free.
The journey to the capsule was like some sort of rite of passage. I walked toward the hangar, without looking back. Everything I knew, everything that had made me feel inferior, disappeared from my mind. I boarded the capsule with the determination of someone who had nothing left to lose. It was an escape pod, nothing impressive, nothing luxurious. It was small, compact, but enough to take me far away. I gave the controls a thumbs-up.
"This isn't going to explode, right?" I thought. Not like I had many options.
I turned on the engines, and the ship began to vibrate with a metallic noise that resonated like the roar of a beast. For a moment, I thought the capsule was going to make some sort of forced landingโฆ but no. It began to rise.
The planet quickly disappeared, fading away rapidly. I was flying into the unknown, into the void of space, where there would be no more wars, no more disdainful stares, no more Freezer. Only me, the vastness of space, and the promise of something I couldn't fully understand yet. Was that freedom? Was that what I had longed for? I didn't even know. I just felt that, at least, if I died, I would do so as a free man.
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The journey was pure torture. The capsule wasn't comfortable at all. It had canned food, rationed water, and controls I barely understood. I was more worried about not crashing into some distant moon than about food. The worst part was the silence. Space is such a vast and empty place that it seemed to swallow up all sound.
Hours turned into days, and days turned into weeks. Time passed, and with every second, Planet Vegeta, my father, my brother, and Freezer seemed to slowly fade away. I didn't care about any of that anymore. I just thought about getting there.
Until, one day, after what felt like an eternity, I saw a small blue dot on the horizon. It was Earth. A distant and insignificant place. And yet, there it was. Perfect for me. Shining in the darkness of space like a beacon of hope.
"This is it," I muttered, almost without thinking. "This is my new beginning."
The capsule continued its course, and everything else disappeared. I was no longer the prince without a kingdom. I was no longer the powerless warrior. I was no longer the son of a king nor the brother of a monster. I was just Vegito.