On the night of a full moon two saiyans were born, one is Vegeta, he will soon be the crown prince of the saiyans. The other is Bulma,she was taken not long after her birth to be raised on the ship of the icejin Frieza, the saiyans that come and go, try to teach the blue haired, blue eyed, blue tailed saiyan their ways; she was remarkably smart so she tended to catch on quick, but they all pittied the girl. Now is the day these saiyans turn five, and they meet for the first time.

Bulma

"But Frieza I don't want to go on a business trip; please let me stay here." I say in a whine, the few saiyans I've met always told me not to whine or cry it's unsaiyan like and disgraceful, but I'm only five I can't help it.

"Did I tell you we're going to your home planet Vegetasei to meet with your royals."

"Really, I get to see my own planet?"

"Yes call it your birthday presant if you will."

"Thanks Frieza you're the best!" I become very excited by his words, and I can't help grin the whole way there finally at ten in the morning we land on planet Vegetasei, seven year old Zarbon, nine year old Jeice, eleven year old Dadoria, and Cui who's fifteen are also waiting to exit with Frieza, he smirks, and takes my small hand into his much larger hand, and we exit the ship once the doors open. There bowing slightly are three saiyans a man with flame like hair and a beard, a beautiful woman next to him who seems to be with cub, and a little boy about my age who looked just like his father except without facial hair, they all looked a little startled to see me; I wrap my tail around my waist.

"Lord Frieza welcome to Vegetasei," the man states politely, I study him more, and notice he's wearing saiyan armor with a slightly different design; this must be the saiyan king, the queen and the prince, i give them a slight bow, but more so than they gave Frieza.

"Yes of course Vegeta, Bulma dear, who told you these were the royals of Vegetasei, or better yet; that you...should bow... to them?"

"I am not stupid Frieza, even if this is the first time I've been on my home planent since I left, I am smart enough to know who my royals are, and to know to bow to them."

"Oh Bulma, you are bright in many ways, but bowing to a saiyan, royal or not is not smart," Cui states with a frown.

"Excuse me Cui, but did you just dare to insult my intellagence?"

"I did what are you going to do about it runt?"

"Leave her alone Cui she's ten years younger than you or did you forget?" Zarbon tells him angrily.

"And I'm eight years older than you so shut it."

"Boys, manners."

"Lord Frieza what can we help you with," the queen politely asks.

"Oh don't think for a minute I want something immediately, that'd be rude; tell me Bulma what's my rule on rudeness?"

"Being rude is not tolerated, it is better to spit out false kind statements than rude ones that could... in the end be used against you." I obediantly state, but not hiding my displeasure. We begin walking inside the palace to the throne room, the king doesn't hesitate to surrender his throne to Frieza; and stands with the rest of the royal family.

"Now don't leave two thrones empty." Frieza states with a frown.

"By all means sir, allow your boys to sit." I could tell how much the king hated saying those words, and how much the entire royal family hates Frieza's presance, but I also notice the prince is watching me suspiciously.

"Bulma dear, take a seat." Frieza tells me, I look at the remaining thrones, then I look Frieza in the eye.

"No thank you sir, I'm perfectally comfortable standing," is my simple reply he looks at the royal family, thrones, then me and nods his head, as if understanding my choice. Zarbon and Jeice take the two remaining thrones, my stomach growls reminding me I missed breakfast, Frieza hears this and turns towards me.

"Bulma dear would you like something to eat?"

"No thank you sir; I wouldn't want to be a bother."

"Very well then; why don't you children go play, while we adults talk business."

"But Frieza!"

"Come now Bulma surely you're not worried." Zarbon states with a smirk, I edmit a low growl, as does the prince next to me and soon we both find ourselves outside of the throne room, with no way of listening in.

Frieza

"Now let's begin with our business."

"Where did you find that blue haired saiyan."

"Bulma? Why she's my most prized pocession, I was absolutely thrilled when i got her, you see it was two weeks exactly after prince Vegeta was born. I came on business you remember anyways, I went for a short walk before leaving, and in one of your low class homes, I saw a couple of saiyans; they looked like any other to me, but what caught my attention was the infant they were looking at. I approached them and saw a little saiyan girl, with a blue tail, blue hair and blue eyes, it was the oddest thing I ever saw, sure I've seen the occasional saiyan with really dark navy blue hair, but such a light blue color never, and I knew I just had to have her. I tried convincing the couple to give their daughter up in several ways, I offered them money, a better life for her, but absolutely nothing would work, until finally I grew tired of it, and threatened to kill them and anyone who associated with them, if they did not give their daughter up, and they still said no. What finally did the trick was telling them, I could make her a great warrior, and that she would not live without saiyan influence."

"Interesting; now what do you want; we've got Vegeta's birthday party to finish preparing for you know?!"

"Actually he's the reason I'm here, I want to take him on my ship, for one year in which time he may train and work for me; and don't worry your tiny brains I'll give you a week to think it over, we've got to get to planet Ice before noon if I'm going to make Bulma's birthday party, Cooler and my father absolutely love having such a unique saiyan in the PTO and both want her in their army division, every year it turns into a contest to see who gets the best gift."

"And not a one of you three has won yet, Flakey wins every year, and she's not that interested in the contest part." Zarbon states with a laugh.

"I will win this year, I will not lose my saiyan."

"How old is the brat anyways," Cui asks with a frown.

"I ought to beat you for that, and she's five; now if you'll excuse me; we best get going to find Bulma, don't forget to think on my offer."