A/N: There may be crude words and content that may offend some people. Meaning: foul words and possible sexual content. So if you're a minor or you hate these things, please do not read.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. *Warning* This will be a yaoi within a heterosexual relationship as well. Again this is an attempt to improve my 'gone case' English.

A little insight

Sleep rarely came to me, nightmares, my constant companions... but this, this was a nightmare alive and real. As he laid beside me, sated... the bastard, his soft snores told me he was asleep... still I dared not move, not with the possibility he would awake.

He was never in the habit of keeping his favorite of the week in his room, let alone his bed, his choice to do so tonight had me on edge. It was a game he enjoyed, figuring, discovering what made me tick, what would it take to push me to my limits, my breaking point. He would try to break me, that I have no doubt.

Let him try then, I bow to no one.

He's so different from 'him' ... was this how he would have been, or should have been if not for... no, it would be unfair of me to judge him. I'm no better, I've had my share of vile deeds.

The last thing I could recall... we were sparring, a constant dance we were familiar with. But that day, something was different. 'He' must have won that match, I know I felt pain... pain so immense, then there was nothing... I thought I had died... but I lived and it wasn't 'his' face I awoken to... no, it was his face, but it wasn't 'him'.

I found myself being shaken, thrown like a rag doll, weak... why was I so weak... I couldn't summon the strength to get up then, but when I did... I understood why.

I wasn't myself anymore...

...

So here I am now, in a body that isn't my own. In this spaceship... his spaceship. I was a gift... no she was a gift to him, from her people. As a token of tribute, she was gifted to him. She had resented it, tried to kill herself and she succeeded. Barely a few seconds cold and I was in her body... how did I get here... and in here, I do not know.

Many of you would have told me to fight, I am from a proud race of Saiyan warriors, I had tried many times and I haven't given up yet. But recall what I've said, I am in a foreign body. One with hardly enough fighting stamina or available ki I could tap into, hers was all in knots, disrupted, it was evident she hadn't trained once, probably bred for one sole propose. I remember the moves, all of it, my mind was still my own but my strength, I had none available to me.

So here I am, a slave. For now.

In my world, I was the terror of the galaxy, many still feared my name after years of the Ice-jin's death. In this life and time, wherever I am, he was the one they feared. Kakarotto. A Saiyan name I was familiar with, I've called 'him', 'my Kakarotto', that many times. Now faced with this Kakarotto, a Saiyan without his human attachments... a violent, bloodthirsty individual with little to no regards for life. I questioned myself if this was the Kakarotto I had hoped to see... I missed the baka already...

Three months ago, I had a Saiyan name, a name I was proud of, as I was proud being a Saiyan. For now all who knew 'me' know me by Serori, the irony of it was a slap to my face, naming a neko-jin after one. His attempt to insult me no doubt. But my real name is Vegeta, and I will return again!

Ok so here's an attempt to write a storyline where Vegeta meets Goku but not the usually sweet, carefree one. How this came about... let's just say a friend noticed a few stories were written where Goku went back in time and met a younger, not so evil Vegeta and got an insight on him. She casually mentioned there was none about Vegeta yet. And this kind of came to mind...

Note: This is just a rough insight though, the story begins in Chapter 2. Hope you enjoy it.