Planet Savahn was an average sized planet. In terms of beauty and design, it was a barren planet. There weren't many forms of planet life, and for the areas that did have vegetation, there was an abundance of plants only in that area. All other areas of the planet were adorned with rocks; small rocks, big rocks, even a few dozen boulders, but they were all rocks. Overall, the planet had a mild climate. It saw blistering heat when the sun was up, but freezing temperatures at night. The thing about Savahn was that the sun only shown for three spaced out days of a seven day week and the sun was only present for a few hours. Therefore, night usually adorned the planet. One would say that they planet was desert-like, but the stark difference was that there was a varietal amount of lakes and streams around the planet.

The Savahnians were an odd looking sort. They were humanoid in a sense, but there skin was pure white. A layer of fur covered their arms and backs, and most of them usually had an unruly mane of white hair. These people looked more like tamed beasts, and some were not as tame as the others. Overall, they were a basic people. What they called a city would've been considered a village on certain other worlds. Their most sophisticated sense of technology was their plumbing system and even that wasn't available to everyone. Having had a heritage of fighting in all of their blood, they enjoyed skirmishes and scuffles whenever possible for the sake of enjoyment. It wasn't even abnormal for an entire group of people to just begin wrestling and fighting at any random moment on Savahn. These people would fight one second and be the happiest of friends the next. Nevertheless, the Savahnians lived peacefully upon their little rock of a planet.

The only interesting thing about Savahn was the layer of emantium that could be found in several areas around the planet. Emantium is a very potent material. If fused with the right substance, it can be made into fierce weaponry. Fusing it with other substances could create some of the most beautiful jewelry in the galaxy. Emantium was simply an element that could be used by anyone and the fact that it was hard to come by made it even more of a commodity. It was this element that deteriorated the growth of plants in certain areas and also it was this element that was bringing Savahn's newest visitors to the planet.

During one of the fairly rare moments of sunlight on Planet Savahn, a child Savahnian could be found running around in the badlands outside of a nearby town. He ran happily across the barren plains of the rocky area, smiling and laughing as he did so. His name was Paco and Paco knew very well that his parents would have a fit if they found out that he was out there without parental supervision. The badlands weren't called that for any simple reason. Savahn had its fair share of powerful and menacing animals. If even one found little Paco out there alone, the kid would be long gone before anyone could come and save him. Nevertheless, Paco ran happily across the terrain, but he wasn't alone.

While running through a chasm of rocks, he could hear a battle cry from above. Paco stopped and looked curiously. His expression turned to one of shock as another little Savahnian landed on top of him. He and the other Savahnian wrestled around on the ground for a moment before he found himself pinned down with his face in the dirt.

"No fair, Nemia!" he growled up to his older sister.

Nemia laughed at the plight of her brother before stepping off of him. "Don't be mad just because you got beat by girl…..for the third time in a row!"

Paco stood back up and took a moment to dust the dirt off of his white skin and fur, making sure to occasionally give his sister the evil eye. Then, out of nowhere, he dove at the slightly older female. The two little Savahnians rolled back across the ground until rolling onto a slope. The slope guided the rolling children down to another plateaued area of the landscape. The kids came to a rolling stop and were broken apart as they laughed carelessly.

They laughed happily for a few moments until it faded away from them. With laughter died out, they simply stared into the rarely sunny skies of Planet Savahn. They both knew that once they got home they'd be in for the punishments of a lifetime, but they couldn't deny the joy of playing around in the badlands. This was the happening area of the biggest parties on the planet; how could the kids not enjoy being there as often as they could? In any event, they'd figure that they should go on ahead and enjoy themselves as much as possible since there was slim chance of any more carefree fun for a little while once they returned home.

While staring blankly up into the sky, Paco noticed four globes beginning to form in the sky. This was definitely something that he'd never seen before in his life. The four objects seemed to be growing closer and closer with each passing second. "Nemia, what are those?" He pointed up into the sky to guide his older sister's vision.

Nemia looked over in the direction that Paco was pointing and became immediately alarmed. She obviously had no idea what the four globes were, but she could clearly see that they were heading straight for them. Leaping back to her feet, Nemia grabbed her brother by the wrist and began running away as fast as she could carry the both of them. Together, the two Savahnian children managed to get behind a large rock formation and watch as the four globes smashed into where they had once been lying. The four crashing globes managed to kick up a mighty rush of debris and dirt around the area, but once the dust cloud died out, Nemia could see four figures beginning to get out of the four different globes. Watching the figures get out of the pods, she could clearly see that they weren't normal people, at least not by her terms. She clapped her hand over her brother's mouth as she looked upon the four individuals, she couldn't let them know that she was watching them.

The first of the four visitors was a large brutish man. He clearly was the biggest of all four. His muscle mass was unbelievable and he looked as if he could bench press a planet if he needed to. His gold and dark blue armor shined brightly in the Savahn sun as he menacingly gazed around the environment around him. He had a thin mustache that curved down the side of his mouth, but was void of any hair atop his head. On a planet full of such hairy creatures, his absence of hair may prove to be a focal point of observation, but the malice in this hulk's eyes told that he'd break anyone that dared mock him.

The next visitor to Planet Savahn was a tall, lanky man. His height didn't quite match that of the brutish man, but he was definitely above average height. He wasn't quite as muscular as the brute either; instead his figure was more of a lean nature. He had bulges of muscle that made him look to be stronger than the average person, though. His long mane of hair was a stark contrast to the brute as well. His spiky and wild mess of hair glided all the way down to his knees. It was a wonder that it didn't bother him while in battle. And this person was no less menacing than his hulking comrade.

The next for scrutiny and the third man in the group fell to a much shorter individual in comparison to his two previous comrades. This individual sported armor similar to his comrades, but he wore a royal blue suit of spandex armor that protected his arms and legs beneath the bulkier armor that protected his chest. Though height may have been lost on this individual, malice certainly didn't appear to be. This figure looked as if he could kill and torment anything on the planet and have a glee-filled smile while he did it. The most noticeable aspect of this individual – aside from his height – was his outrageous hair. It was flame-like in a sense and added a few inches onto his height. From the stance and look of dominance on his face, it could be easily inferred that he was the leader of this group.

Finally, the last member of the terror group stood just a few inches shy of his leader's height, not counting the hair. His hair was spiky, but extremely short. His suit of armor closely resembled that of the leader except that his spandex armor was of a darker hue. Where the other three seemed full of malice and intentions to do harm, this one seemed meek. His eyes didn't give off the look of a blood thirsty mad man. He didn't have an air of violence or aggression around him. He didn't even look all too strong in comparison to the others. He seemed to be completely out of place with the other three killers next to him. Whether it was by force or by freewill, it seemed that this figure was placed alongside the other three visitors.

The foursome of visitors looked around the barren area that they had landed into. All expect the shorter one seemed to be bored with the current standings. It was as if they didn't care to be on Planet Savahn any more than the Savahnians would've wished for them to be there. For whatever reason they were there, the little Savahnian children just hoped dearly that they would be kind visitors.

If only the poor children had the slightest of clues.

Vegeta scanned the area with an annoyed expression before saying, "Raditz, check the planet for the highest power levels. We should exterminate the strongest first before worrying with the rest of the filth on this rock."

Raditz then lifted a hand to press the button of the scouter covering his right eye. While holding down the button he turned in all directions to pick up all the power levels around them. In less than three minutes, Raditz released the button and turned to address the leader. "The scouter reads that the highest power level on this planet is one of 3,000; the weakest landed somewhere around 30. I'm assuming that would've been the children. The rest of the power levels averaged out at around 500 with very few reaching 1,000. If you want my opinion, we'll have this planet wiped out in less than two days, Prince Vegeta," responded Raditz with a wicked smile.

Vegeta didn't offer much of an impressed or even grateful look towards his comrade. In fact, he hadn't even been looking in the subordinate's direction. He rather looked wistfully across the land as the report was given to him. In response, Vegeta said, "Raditz, if I want your opinion, I'll ask for it. Besides, there won't be much 'we' in this take over. You said the strongest was around 3,000. Well, correct me if I'm wrong, but that means that you wouldn't be much of a match in battle. And with enough of these weaklings averaging out at around 500, you would be in for quite the fight if enough tried to gang up on you. Therefore, I suggest that you realize exactly who the elites in this mission are. Without Nappa or I being here, neither you nor Tarble would be too much of a threat to these people. In fact, I'm pretty sure the both of would end up dying rather quickly and pathetically." There was a very serious dryness to Vegeta's tone, as if the thought of losing two of his comrades really didn't bother him too much.

"Yeah, that's right, Raditz," laughed the brute. "You'd better be glad that we're here. You too, little Tarble!" He pointed an accusing finger towards the shortest of the member, Tarble.

Raditz appeared shocked by the unexpected chastising statement from Vegeta, but nevertheless, he hastily replied with a courteous, "Yes, Prince Vegeta."

Having only caught the tail-end of the group conversation, Tarble turned to see a rather embarrassed look upon Raditz's face. He hadn't really been paying attention, instead only remembering that the rest of them were there when Nappa called his name.

Catching the embarrassment on Raditz's face, he could easily infer that Raditz had been the brunt of an often round of jesting. Tarble had gotten his own fair share of lecturing from Vegeta and Nappa in the past, each time usually ending with some sort of slander of his Saiyan pride. He hated getting chastised more than anything, especially by Vegeta. Considering the high level of respect Tarble held for his big brother, it was only right that he did everything that he could to impress the older sibling.

Nevertheless, Tarble couldn't truly say that his heart bled for Raditz's current. In all honesty, he couldn't actually say that he cared much for the lanky Saiyan. Out of all of them, Raditz was pretty low on Tarble's list of concerned individuals. Sometimes he felt bad for feeling this way, but that moment of inner-lecturing didn't last long before Raditz did something to deserve Tarble's scorn. Besides, with Vegeta being his older brother and Nappa being somewhat of a protector of the royal family, it only seemed right that Raditz was of a lesser concern.

Instead of paying attention to his brethren, Tarble had instead been preoccupied with the beauty of the planet. It was rare that their motley crew of warriors were sent to a naturally beautiful planet. Sure, it was barren and intensely heated, but there was a sense of life on the planet that Tarble could feel in the air. It seemed to have a healthy glow radiating all across the surface; it was kind of breathtaking. What Tarble wouldn't give to finally be able to settle down on a peaceful planet like the one under his feet?

Out of nowhere, a pebble bulleted into the side of Tarble's face, bring Tarble's thoughts back to present. The pebble hadn't done much more than leave a smudge of dirt on the side of Tarble's face, but seeing who it had come from brought a very really level of pain to the meek Saiyan's subconscious.

"Pay attention, Tarble!' demanded Vegeta with a dominant snarl.

In reply, Tarble offered a very timid and nearly silent, "Yes, Vegeta. I'm sorry."

Tarble's head then drooped with embarrassment and shame as he tried to avoid eye contact with the rest of the crew. However, it didn't stay down long before the scatter of rocks drew the attention of each of the highly trained fighters.

Each of their heads sprouted to life like a quartet of prairie dogs as they all looked across the barren area of the badlands. As silent as the area was, there was no way that they could've imagined the sound that drew all of their attentions. Someone had proven fool enough to come into their vicinity and would be reprimanded greatly for their idiocy.

While the others continued to scan the area, Vegeta's eyes settled on a rather small hill of earth to the north of them. Utilizing his years of trained instincts, the Saiyan prince could tell that there was a presence hidden somewhere behind the mound of rocks. A sneer of anger ran across his face as he realized that his "comrade" had been incompetent enough to scan out the entire planet, but refrained from focusing in on their immediate area. "Raditz," spoke Vegeta calmly as he gathered the lanky Saiyan's attention. "Scout out that area's power level." Vegeta simply nodded his head in the direction that he wanted Raditz to focus in on.

"Uhh…okay, Vegeta," responded Raditz shakily. Vegeta was asking him to read out the power level of a rock. Was the heat already settling in on their leader?

Raditz turned towards the rock formation in question, focusing in on it through the green lens of his scouter. He pressed the button to the scouter and waited less than a minute for the report on the tiny screen. Raditz's eyes sprouted as wide as dinner plates as the scouter reported not one, but two power levels behind the rock. They were minor to say the least, but the fact that Raditz missed their presence was very unsettling for the Saiyan warrior.

"Did you find something, Raditz?" stated Vegeta with a serious leer.

A weighted silence fell upon the group as they waited for Raditz's response. Though, it really wasn't needed at that point. Even Nappa could tell by the look on Vegeta's face and the inflection in the Saiyan Prince's voice that there was clearly someone or something behind the rock formation. The only real thing that they were waiting on now was how exactly Vegeta was going to handle the incompetence of Raditz.

Raditz swallowed heavily as he replied, "It's two of them, Prince Vegeta. One of 30 and the other of 38. I estimate that they are children."

"So it's two of them," responded Vegeta as he allowed his eyes to trail away from Raditz and back to the rock formation that hid the children. "I wasn't expecting two of them, but it doesn't change the fact that you managed to miss two extremely close power levels, Raditz. I'll save myself the time, effort, and breath this time. Just go exterminate those two brats before I lose my patience with you."

A look of disdain crossed Raditz's features as the Saiyan stepped forward to comply with his leader's commands. He wasn't allowed more than five steps before he was stopped by the sound of Vegeta's voice again.

"Oh; And Raditz?" stated the Saiyan Prince as he mockingly smiled at Raditz. "Try not to get hurt out there. I'd rather avoid casualties this early into our mission."

Raditz look of scorn only soured more as he turned to continue his trek towards the rock. After a few more steps, the Saiyan zipped out of sight, appearing behind the rock formation a second later.

There was a squeal of fear before it was quickly silenced in a blood gurgling manner. While the scream was silenced, a small Savahnian ran out from behind the rock. He looked to be a boy, though it was hard to tell with all of the fur. The boy didn't manage to get far before an energy blast shot from behind the rock and consumed the child in one mild explosion.

Raditz then stepped from behind the rock with the bloodied remains of another Savahnian child in his grasp, this one looking be a little more girlish. The Saiyan warrior allowed the child's dead body to fall to the ground with a plopping noise as he attempted the wipe away the disgusting creature's blood.

"For a second there, Raditz, I thought you were going to let the little boy get away!" roared Nappa before bursting with a fit of laughter.

"I'm glad that he didn't," spoke Vegeta with an amused smile plastered on his face. He knew exactly what he had planned for Raditz had the Saiyan messed up the extremely simple mission.

Raditz merely nodded in acknowledgement to the two of them as he began walking back over to the group.

Tarble, on the other hand, couldn't tear his eyes from the grizzly body of the girl Savahnian. He could already imagine how Raditz had disposed of her: most likely going right in for a skin-piercing, tight grip around the neck that broke her trachea. Then, of course, there was still the smoldering remains of the boy.

I guess things are beginning early this time, Tarble thought solemnly. Why did they have to be children?

Sirens could be heard echoing all throughout the now darkened skies of Planet Savahn. Random buildings were set ablaze from the fighting that had broken out in Savahn's largest city, leaving an eerie and haunting glow to surround the area. Timid and fear-stricken Savahnians could be seen running in all directions as they hoped to plant distance between them and their accosters.

Seated just outside of the badlands, this city was usually a happening and vibrant area of peacefulness. Many of the Savahnians travelled there for trading and restocking supplies. And some just came to be in the middle of the metropolis of Planet Savahn, but that was no longer the case. The once lively city had now been turned to a battlefield, hosting a battle that was quickly proving to be too much for the natives of Planet Savahn.

In the heart of a usually popular marketplace stood four warriors: Vegeta, Nappa, Raditz, and Tarble; Each of them stood in a circular fashion with their backs turned to one another as they gazed upon the minor destruction that they had been able to inflict upon the city. After instating the chaos upon the planet, they knew full well that it wouldn't be long until reinforcements came in search of revenge.

"I see movement, Prince Vegeta," stated Nappa calmly as he continued to look into the blazed city. A subtle smile came over his features as he noted the rush of Planet Savahn's army; he couldn't wait to begin the carnage.

"Same here," proclaimed Raditz as he stood facing opposite Nappa. His arms were folded in a huff as he glared at the soldiers that dared to come his way. The lanky Saiyan was still quite frustrated with his miscalculations earlier that day and couldn't wait to really begin relieving his tension.

Tarble could also see movement in the distance of the flame-licked metropolis. It was difficult to count out the exact amount, but he'd be willing to wager that the first fleet would be somewhere in the dozens. He didn't bother voicing his assertions, though. After nearly an hour of causing random damage, it was only obvious that the planet's reinforcements would be descending upon them at any moment.

"So," began Vegeta with a playful smile plastered on his face, clearly enjoying the moment of silence before the beginning to the blood bath. He could see movement coming from his direction as well and was more than happy to greet anyone that dared to step forward. "Who do you think will win this time?"

"You always win, Prince Vegeta. I don't even see why you bother holding this little game on every mission that we go on," responded Nappa as he turned to give a wide smile to Vegeta.

"I suppose you have a point, Nappa, but Raditz did kill two of their children earlier. I'm sure that they'll be pretty steamed at him, don't you think?" stated the Saiyan Prince as he turned his head to return a wicked smile to his comrade. "What say you, Raditz? Do you think you have a chance at beating the champ this time?"

Raditz's focus remained forward as his eyes narrowed in on the incoming enemy. "Well, you did blow up their hospital, Vegeta. I'm pretty sure they'll be more pissed with you."

Focusing in on the distant figures in the shadows, Raditz watched as a massive wall – comprised of dozens of Savahnians – leaped high into the air to surround the entire gang of invaders. Any one native soldier held some sort of weapon, whether it was a spear, sword, or club, and they all aimed to use them against the foursome of Saiyans below.

"I suppose we're about to find out, though," added Raditz as the cascade of warriors began to plummet down upon each of them.

In an instant, each of the Saiyan warriors zipped off into hyper-speed to avoid the barrage of soldiers, leaving the natives to smash violently down into the marketplace's square. A plume of dirt and dust was sent into the air from the dodged attack, leaving the warriors in a moment of confusion. However, with a sudden gust of wind, they were allowed sight once again.

The first invader they were allowed to lock eyes on was the brute, Nappa.

He floated high in the sky as he looked down upon his prey with a mixture of child-like mischief and well-intended sadism. "Right here!" bolstered the proud Saiyan general before placing a palm down to the natives and emitting a minor energy blast.

The orb of golden energy soared down into the group of soldiers, illuminating the gang in the otherwise darkened city. However, it wasn't allowed to detonate. Just before striking the group, a lone soldier stepped forward and knocked the blast away with relative easy. The furry warrior even dared to smile slyly up to Nappa after deflecting the simple attack.

His moment of heroism was short lived, though.

While preoccupied with taunting the Saiyan general, he was left wide open to an energy blast directly in his back. The brave warrior fell over onto the dusty grounds of the marketplace dead while his back and dorsal organs smoldered under the effects of the sneaky energy blast. Every Savahnian warrior's head then immediately snapped back to find the blast's perpetrator.

In one of the connecting alleyways to the marketplace, leaned the sly Saiyan warrior Raditz as he propped against one of the remaining buildings in the city. He leaned there with his arms still folded; only allowing one hand to stick outward as he smiled coyly to the group ahead of him. "I wouldn't forget about me," stated the warrior, attempting to win this contest between the four invaders.

Just as it seemed that the entire hoard was ready to rush Raditz – the warrior that dared to kill two of Savahn's innocent children – there was a subtle clearing of the throat that reclaimed everyone's attention. The gesture was so simple that it was surprising that anyone had been able to hear it, yet it was heard. Following the sound, they all turned to one of the surrounding buildings of the marketplace.

Standing atop it was the leader of the gang of invaders, Prince Vegeta. He smiled wickedly down upon the planet's protectors as he mentally decided how he would kill each of them. With his arms brashly and intimidatingly folded, his feet spread confidently apart, and a smile with evil intentions plastered on his face. Vegeta offered the simplest of gestures that seemed to set the entire mass of soldiers ablaze with anger. With one simple wink of the eye from the Saiyan Prince, nearly every soldier standing in the square of the marketplace charged after him.

While Vegeta led the hoard away to his own preferred area of battle, the last thing heard by Raditz and Nappa was Vegeta's glorious and pleasure-filled declaration: "Another win for the champ!"

With well over half of Savahn's soldier gone off to handle Vegeta, a quick scan over told the remaining invaders that there were approximately 25 soldiers left, 25 soldiers that were now equally leering to all three of the warriors.

Looking back down into the marketplace from his high vantage point, Nappa at last noticed Tarble's presence on one of the surrounding rooftops of the marketplace. "Tarble!" shouted the boisterous Saiyan warrior, catching Tarble's attention. "You still in the game or what? We still have second place to compete for!"

Tarble sighed softly as he shook his head. "I'll pass, Nappa," responded the tiniest of the warriors with a sense of solemnness in his voice. "You and Raditz can have your fun."

"Suit yourself, Tarble! Raditz, what do you say? Care for second place?!" roared Nappa down to his other comrade.

Raditz's eyes remained trained on the gang of soldiers before him as he responded with, "I really don't care to compete for second place! It's all yours, Nappa!"

"What?!" stated Nappa in a huff. "I swear, you two are no fun!" His eyes then traveled back to the cluster of soldiers below as a mischievous smile adorned his features. "Well, you heard 'em boys! If you want it, COME AND GET IT!" Nappa offered a two-handed display of his middle finger to the group of warriors below before flying off to his own battling zone. His roars of glee-filled laughter could be heard as a large number of the remaining soldiers ran off in pursuit.

A quick recount told the remaining two Saiyan warriors that there were 9 soldiers left in the square.

"Nine, huh?" said Raditz has he took a few steps forward into the square, drawing the attentions of each of the remaining soldiers. "In the words of my idiot comrade, come and get it," stated the lanky Saiyan before rushing through the center of the group and making sure to knock down most of them. While the soldiers attempted to regain their footing, Raditz continued on down a path of alleyways, his cackle of laughter trailed behind to give the soldiers a path to follow after.

All that remained in the marketplace of Planet Savahn's once-beautiful city was Tarble and three soldiers. He continued standing atop the rooftop as he looked down upon them. It was in that moment that he realized that he had absolutely nothing to say. The rest of his comrades had some type of sassy quips or demoralizing comments in scenarios like this, but Tarble had absolutely no idea what to say to the trio of seething soldiers below.

He swallowed heavily as he saw that they were ready to pounce upon him. He had to say something to jumpstart the fight! "Umm…Ready when you ARE!" declared Tarble as he quickly claimed a fighting stance and looked down to the group below. However, a moment of thought quickly told him that that was a pretty lame attempt at pre-battle banter. He allowed his eyes to trail off into the night sky of Savahn as he tried to rethink of a "cooler" statement, but wasn't given much time before an anger-fueled Savahnian appeared with a spear ready to pierce his body.

I hope you all enjoyed the official first chapter of Honor of the Disgraced. This is the very first story that I've done that has started at the very beginning to DBZ, therefore I've never had the opportunity to write out the sinister, badass Vegeta that we are first introduced to. I think I enjoyed writing out this character more than any other, with Raditz being a second best. My goal was to set Tarble apart from the rest of the Saiyans and show how much differently he viewed things than the rest of them did, specifically killing and harming others.

Again, I hope you all enjoyed the chapter. I have so much thought out and planned for this story that I can barely contain my excitement! I haven't been this excited about a story ever, so I hope that I am presenting it in the best way that I can. Let me know what you all think of things so far.

Until next time,

~CosmicCannon