Prince Vegeta and the Sword of Sacrifice

Prince Vegeta and the Sword of Sacrifice is the first, though second, book in a fantasy/action trilogy.

T he  W  ar  B  egins
Like all big, terrible, and stupid things, the great war between the Three High Races and the Ice-jinns started out small.

It began with a series of unrelated attacks. Frieza blew up several villages on the barley habited North, King Cold executed all messengers from King Vegeta, and Cooler murdered several random villagers from the Capital. Their troopers often conducted suprise raids.

And then things began to spiral out of control...

It all began with a boy named Son Goku, who was hunting for seven mystical artifacts known as the Dragon Balls. Along the way he discovered his Saiyan ancestry, but at the same time, angered Frieza, who was searching for them himself.

Of course, when he had collected them all, Goku had refused to give them to the tyrant. A fierce battle ensued, and Frieza's minion, the vicous King Piccolo, was killed. Frieza then thrashed Goku, who became a Super Saiyan, and blew the tyrant away.

It had appeared to be a happy ending, with Frieza dead and the Dragon Balls safe with Goku and his friends, but later that same evening, King Cold, leader of the Ice-jinns, learned that a Saiyan killed his son and declared war.

The first battles where small. And then things got serious.

Prince Vegeta woke with a start, as fire blazed just outisde his window.

Panicked, he pulled himself quickly from the bed, brushing off the flimsy silk bedclothes. He ran to the window, yanking back the drapes, and peered out. What he saw took his breath away.

Thousands of races in identical uniforms fired multiple Ki blasts at the castle defenses, sending bits of brick and mortar toppling to the ground below. A large, white and purple creature lead the charge, occasionally launching a devestating shot.

Suddenly the doors behind the Prince were flung open. The king stormed in, looking frantic and worried. "My son!" he cried, gesturing for him to follow. Reluctantly, Vegeta did.

They ran through a series of passageways usually reserved for servants of the like, but also doubled as an escape route should the unthinkable occur.

"Hurry," his father panted, occasionally passing past his son, who was keeping a good, steady pace. They finally reached a large, steady oak door. His father slammed his foot against it, and it shattered. He hurried ahead, the Prince following.

"Go," his father said, gesturing towards a small wooden cart, "and don't look back. You are the future of the Saiyan race."

Vegeta stood still, shocked. "Father," he stammered, "I can't..."

"You must!" his father said, pushing him in. "It's over here. Just go, preserve our race!"

Vegeta tried to get out, but then the cart zoomed forward, carrying him away from his father and the only life he ever knew...