Lettus walked up the steps to the royal palace, shaking and with sweat pouring down his face. What he was about to do was unprecedented. The king was not known for his compassion, and was unlikely to accept Lettus's proposal. Still, despite the odds, Lettus had to try. His legacy was at stake. The bundle in his arms squirmed and moaned.

"What is it?" one of the guards stationed at the palace doors demanded.

"I seek an audience with King Vegeta," Lettus replied. "That guards at the gate told me they would let you know I was coming…"

"Indeed. I thought it was a joke. Hurry it up, the king doesn't like having his time wasted."

The great palace doors opened and Lettus was ushered inside and led to the throne room. There, King Vegeta sat slouched on his throne. Prince Vegeta, only one year old, sat by his father's side, likely to observe how his father would smite insolent commoners.

"What is it, you third-rate rat?" the king asked dismissively.

Lettus bowed his head before speaking. "My king, it's about my daughter…"

"What of her, why has she not been sent to conquer a new world already?"

"Well, that is what brings me here today. She has proven exceptionally mild mannered for a Saiyan child. The lab technicians wanted to discard her. Fortunately, I work in the labs and was able to save her—"

The king's eyes narrowed. "Get to the point."

"She is my only child, and her mother was killed on her last mission. A third-rate like me has few options, and I don't want to see my line die out. She may not make a good warrior, but I request she be allowed to live on as a servant, if nothing else."

"Why should I make a special case for her?"

"I believe she would make a fine companion for Prince Vegeta."

The prince scowled at having his name mentioned. Well, deeper than he usually scowled.

"Why is that?" the king asked.

"Despite her temper, or lack thereof, she's quite powerful for a third-rate newborn. She is up to the task of surviving whatever the prince wishes to do with her, and she may just be molded into a useful warrior in the process."

"What's her power level?"

"One hundred."

The king raised an eyebrow. "Very well. She is now the property of my son." He turned to a guard. "Take her."

A guard roughly took the infant from Lettus's hands.

"What is her name?" King Vegeta demanded.

"Celeri," Lettus replied. "Will I see her again?"

The king chuckled. "And you wonder why she was born so soft. You may see her, at my son's discretion."

Lettus hung his head in shame and walked out of the palace.