It had been eighteen years. Eighteen years since the pitiful Saiyan race had been destroyed. Frieza took in a deep breath as he scanned the dark expanse of the starry sky. He felt like celebrating. Perhaps he would have a nice wine with his dinner.
"Lord Frieza," Zarbon's voice interrupted his thoughts. "Vegeta and his men have returned from their mission." Frieza sighed.
"Very well, send them in," he replied. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Zarbon retreat, and Vegeta enter. His sister stood on his right and Raditz on his left. They bowed. Frieza turned to face them. "Your mission went well, I presume?" Frieza asked.
"Yes sir," Vegeta replied. "Everything was completed on schedule."
"For once," Frieza added. He ignored the Saiyan's scowl. "You may go," he said dismissing them with a wave of his hand. They stood and walked out, leaving Frieza in silence once more. He had a particular distaste for all Saiyans. He wished he could say he killed all of their pitiful kind. However, these three had served him particularly well, and it would be foolish for him to kill them.
In the back of his mind was a legend. A legend he had learned of shortly after annexing Planet Vegeta: the legend of the Super Saiyan. He wasn't sure he believed that rubbish, but were it true; these Saiyans might become formidable enemies. He would have to keep his eye on them. Should they grow too strong, he would have no choice.
Verspa followed her comrades down the hall. Her brother was furious. More so than usual. He was muttering angrily under his breath, loud enough for only Raditz and Verspa to hear.
"-ungrateful. We've done everything to the best of our abilities. We perform our duties better than half the scum on this forsaken ship, and we get nothing!" His fists were clenched and he spoke through his teeth. Raditz and Verspa let him vent, following him in silence.
They were joined in the cold hall by Nappa and her father. When Verspa had received the news of the destruction of their home planet, she was sure her father had perished. He showed up on Frieza's ship days later, claiming he was out on a mission. At first, she was pleased with this news. No meteor could destroy her father. Yet, as the days wore on, she could sense something incredibly different about him. Her father was lagging behind on missions, keeping mostly to himself, always sneaking around as though he were being watched.
"I need to speak with the three of you," her father said quietly. Vegeta silenced his rage and the three of them followed the king. He led them to the crew quarters, and ushered them inside his own room. Verspa had never entered her father's quarters before, but she had expected them to be more luxurious than they were. He was a king, after all. The door hissed shut as he entered the room.
"There is valuable information I've been keeping from the three of you," he said simply. His remark shocked Verspa. Her father was hardly one to keep secrets. She glanced over at her brother who appeared to be equally as surprised.
"Eighteen years ago, Frieza claimed that Vegeta was destroyed by a meteor. This is not true," Vegeta said. His face was serious. "Frieza destroyed the surface of our planet himself. He doesn't know that a large number of Saiyans are still alive," he turned to Raditz. "Your family is alive, boy. All of them. They've been training themselves for eighteen years to overthrow Frieza. All of the Saiyans have. And it's time. If we strategize carefully, we can free ourselves from the tyrant's reign."
Verspa had never heard her father speak with such hope and excitement. However, she wasn't quite sure she believed him. She began to question her father's sanity. Perhaps he was weaker than she thought. He couldn't honestly believe that Frieza would be stupid enough to destroy Planet Vegeta. And even if he did, no Saiyan would survive.
"What do we do?" Verspa asked, curious to unfold her father's plan.
"For now, nothing. We need Frieza to believe that we're still loyal to him," her father instructed. "When the time comes for you to act, I'll let you know." King Vegeta's eyes flicked towards the door, a signal for them to leave. Verspa, Vegeta, and Raditz all exited.
Raditz let out a gleeful laugh. When Verspa was younger, everything about this son of a third classer annoyed her. Over the years, she had learned to respect him, though it was quite grudgingly. He was very strong, as strong as a first classer at least.
"This is too good to be true," he said. "My parents are alive and soon we'll start a rebellion. This is everything I've ever wanted."
"Don't get to excited, Raditz," Verspa spoke up. She didn't want to express her doubts to her comrades, but she didn't want them to get their hopes up. "Nothing has happened yet. There's plenty of time for things to fall apart." Her words didn't taint Raditz's high spirits any. He grinned hugely as the three of them walked down the hall. They were free to do as they pleased until their next mission
