A new chapter! Yay! :D Hope you guys like it. I don't own anything by Akira Toriyama, but Kira is my character :D


Chapter two

Anya turned from the man she had been dancing with and saw Kira. Her friend wasn't facing whoever she was dancing with, but the Saiyan had a look of pure enjoyment on her face. But when did Kira never look happy? Kira turned to face her dance partner and Anya's jaw dropped when she saw the Saiyan Prince. A throaty laugh came from Anya as she faced her dance partner again.

She did it, She thought. Kira finally got the guts to get that stuffy prince to dance.

Out of the corner of her eye, Anya saw a bush of black hair and her heart jumped into her throat. She looked to her left and saw Raditz where Vegeta had been standing. He had the same expression on his face too. Anya felt a blush creep on her face as Raditz looked over at her. His frown deepened and she looked away. She had always found Raditz attractive and wondered if he felt the same about her. Since her civilization had given up to Frieza and claimed him as their king, Anya had lived on Raditz. Kira was sixteen when the fifteen year old Anya met the Saiyans.

The drums came to a sudden stop and everyone's attention went to the dias. Frieza sat in his hovercraft, watching the celebration that was happening right in front of him. A smirk sat on his face as he watched the dancing stop and all eyes turn to him. It was amuzing to him how everything could stop in an instant for him. Among the crowd of dancers he saw Vegeta and Kira, standing rather cloe. The Changeling narrowed his eyes in thought. Vegeta didn't appear to express himself via dancing. Kira obviously appeared to be the opposite. He wondered if the prince was dancing just for Kira, if they were...no, it was restricted for them and they knew it.

They had grown as children together. No parents had been there to raise them, the only people there for them being Raditz and Nappa. Frieza had heard stories that when they had been young, they were the ones telling Nappa and Raditz what to do. He found it curious that two full grown Saiyans were outranked by children under the age of fifteen. But then again, it made sense; Vegeta was the heir to the throne and Kira was from a long line of Elite soldiers. Which is why he had given them extremely strict rules. Saiyans were not allowed to procreate with other Saiyans. Frieza told them because children would be a burden upon them. But truly, he didn't need, or want, more people to try and rise against him. Specifically the Saiyans. Which is why he eradicated the majority of them.

"My loyal subjects," Frieza called into the crowd who had silenced. "Today is a day of celebration. And I thank you for...celebrating in the most frivolous way. Eat, drink, and socialize in my honor."

"Long live Emperor Frieza!" Someone shouted, causing a loud cheer from the whole crowd. Frieza noticed how reluctantly the Saiyans reacted and chuckled. Without an other word he spun around in his hovercraft and left the party area.


Vegeta and Kira sat on an extremely large cushion hours later, tired from dancing, eating food that had been brought to them by a recruit. Kira laid on her belly picking apart the roasted meat and eating it with her fingers. The Prince lounged on his side, eating as Kira did. A young frog looking recruit came to them, asking if they needed anything. He ended up running off when Vegeta threatened his life, with Kira laughing.

"I feel kind of bad for them, you know?" She sighed, swinging her legs back and fourth, the belled anklet jingling.

"For who?" Vegeta snapped.

"The recruits. None of them have a clue what's really going on. They think that being the waiters and servers for this party is initiation." Kira spoke, putting her empty plate aside, turning to her back to see him better.

"Fools," Vegeta sneered. "Initiations go according to squadrons."

"Veggie, I've been thinking," Kira said. "Why don't we accept others into our squadron? I mean, we've been gaining popularity and we get harder and harder missions. We're going to need more people eventually."

"No, absolutely not."

"Why not?" She snapped, her temper flaring.

"Because." Was all he said.

"You got some nerve, Vegeta." Kira spat.

She ran a hand through her now flat hair, looking into the stars above. Vegeta laid next to her, gazing at the burning balls of gas that were located millions of miles away. Kira gave way to a sigh, scooting closer to Vegeta, laying her head on his shoulder. The prince sighed as well, putting his hands under his head for a pillow.

*"Have you ever thought about what the future might be?" Vegeta asked, focusing on a peticular red star, which had a pulsating glow to it. Kira peered up at him from where her head was, waiting to see if he was going to say something more. The use of their complicated Saiyan language ment that it was for her ears and her ears only. But he didn't speak and she assumed that he was waiting for her to speak.

*"Sometimes," She replied in the ancient language, raising an eyebrow. *"I wonder what it'd be like if Vegeta-sei hadn't been destroyed. I think about how my parents would have continued raising me, who I would be if they had been there instead of me being alone. But sometimes, I'm grateful it's gone."

*"What do you mean?" He growled.

*"Raditz and I would never have been given the chance to work with you and Nappa," Kira sat up, and put her hand on his cheek. *"You would have become king, Nappa at your side as advisor. Eventually, you would have married a beautiful, and powerful powerful, daughter of an aristocratic warrior. Raditz would be stuck in the ranks of a lower class warrior."

*"And what about you?" Vegeta looked into her black eyes.

*Me?" She asked and he nodded. *"I would have married an Elite warrior, not because I loved him, but because my parents told me too. And if he died in battle, I would curse myself for not telling the one that I loved him. I would be cursed to a life of solitude, no matter how many people I was associated with."

Vegeta frowned. He hadn't expected such a depressing answer from her. It was then that he really wondered if he would have married some daughter of an aristocrat who was a friend of his father's. He didn't think he would; not if he had worked with Kira and if Vegeta-sei had never been destroyed. The prince knew that his father would have forced him to work with her and to be civil. She was from a long line of very powerful Saiyans and he doubted they wouldn't have worked together eventually.

Zarbon watched from a distance. He was slightly surprised that Vegeta and Kira were so...close. The Saiyans began to speak to each other in their cryptic language. Zarbon wished he was closer, maybe he could have heard what they were saying. However, Zarbon frowned; there was no documentation on their language whatsoever. The Scouter he wore wouldn't be ablt to translate it.

It was a stange and complex language, made up of "aks", double vowels and consonants, combonations of letters that made parts of the word silent, and rolled tounges. He wished that there was some book or some scholar who knew the language and could teach it. His aggrivation rose as they continued speaking in their private tounge. It was unfair how selfish the Saiyans were with their language. All the other alien races allowed their languages to be subject to scholars, why couldn't the Saiyans allow it? Even Zarbon had been frustrated when King Vegeta denied documentation of his ancestors tounge. He had said that their private language was the last honor the Saiyans had since they had been "enslaved."

Kira and Vegeta stood, preparing to leave the pavillion of cushions. Zarbon tried not to appear suspisious, just as Frieza had instructed him. Without a word, the Saiyans parted, each going seperate ways. The henchman panicked; who to follow? Gritting his teeth he bookmarked Vegeta's power level to show on his Scouter, no matter where he was, and followed Kira. He kept a comfortable distance, ignoring everyone who tried to talk to him.

She went to the temporary flea market that had been set up, allowing merchants to sell their items. Normally, civilians were not allowed on No. 79, but it was birthday and Frieza felt generous. Zarbon followed Kira, attempting to blend into the crowd. This was made difficult by those who called out his name in an attempt to make him buy things. He grit his teeth down and continued on his path. The right hand to Frieza almost ran into his target when she suddenly stopped to look at the silk shawls at one booth.

Zarbon took shelter at the booth parallel to the one she was at, keeping a keen eye on her. Kira inspected every silk shawl, the color, softness, how it looked on her, and the prices scrutinizingly. Finally she decided on a glittering gold one. After purchasing it, she draped it loosely over her shoulders and continued on her way to the soldiers apartments. Several loud beeps were made by his Scouter, telling him that Vegeta was getting close. Frantically, Zarbon searched around the pavillion, looking for the moody prince. When the green haired man realized Vegeta was no where in sight, he continued stalking Kira.

She now had a stick of steaming meat in her hand, which she was nibbling on. Again Zarbon's Scouter signaled that Vegeta was close when he was no where in sight. Zarbon didn't see him anywhere in the crowd or in the sky. He thought that signature cow lick of his would give the Saiyan prince away in the large crowd. With a shrug, he ignored the piece of technology he so heavily relied upon. Stupid thing must be on the blink again. Kira was still in his sights, the golden silk shawl fluttered behind her. A disapproving scowl came from him. The gold shawl didn't match the silver in her clothing.

Kira turned the corner into the living buildings, and Zarbon sped up as to see which elevator she got on. Once he got into the lobby, he shouted in frustration. Kira had obviously already gotten on an elevator, because she was not where he was standing. He cursed himself; he knew Frieza would be extremely displeased with him. Scowling, he turned on his heel to return to Frieza. When he fully turned around, he was surprised to see a finger gun in his face. The hand was attached to Vegeta's wrist. Next to him was Kira, smirking with her hands on her hips.

"Really Zarbon, you think you'd know how to stalk a Saiyan better." Vegeta drawled, putting his finger down. Zarbon knew it had just been more of Vegeta's sarcasm, but it kind of made him feel better to have the finger in a safer distance from him.

"Stalking? Hardly, Vegeta. Frieza told me to investigate a disturbance in this area-"

"You're telling me that Frieza send you to the housing district to settle a disturbance when there's soldiers assigned to do that?" Kira purred in a hauty tone. She set her interlaced fingers on Vegeta's shoulder, placing her chin on her fingers. "That must one big disturbance."

Zarbon's temper flared. But for the sake of beauty and never wating to be see as anything but beautiful, he refrained from yelling at the two. Rolling his eyes to appear as if it was none of their business, he walked past them, his lavender cape billowing behind him. Later, Zarbon was in Frieza's private chamber, kneeling before him. Zarbon always hated kneeling for Frieza; he never paid attention anyway.

"Did you follow Vegeta and Kira like I asked Zarbon?" The emperor asked, looking out of his window at the dying celebration. It was late in the night and most of the soldiers had gone to bed.

"Yes, my lord. They intercepted me in the-"

A loud crash interupted him and he looked up to see Frieza had kicked his table full of wine bottles and a couple glasses. Red liquid stained the draperies near the window and pooled on the tile floor. Zarbon felt the need to leave the room. But he knew leaving would be detrimental to his health.

"What did I tell you, Zarbon? To follow them and to be sure they go to their own seperate rooms. Did you not understand?" Frieza turned to face his henchman, a malicious gleam in his eyes.

"Yes, Lord Frieza, bu-"

"No but's, Zarbon! This is unacceptable! I do not want those monkeys getting it in their heads that they're allowed to have families like the other soldiers. Especially Kira! If anything happens, it's on your head! Do you understand?" The tyrant shouted. Zarbon was certain even King Cold would be nervous right about now.

"I understand, sire. Please forgive me."

"Seeing as it's my birthday and I'm in a pleasent mood," Frieza crossed his arms and returned to the window. "You're excused."

"Thank you, lord." Zarbon spoke, and stood, preparing to leave the chamber.

"Oh, and Zarbon?" Frieza called in a mocking voice. Zarbon stopped in his tracks, two feet from the door, to face Frieza.

"Yes, sire?" He gulped, hoping he would not face the shinigami tonight.

"Be sure to get someone here to clean this mess. Hopefully, that's an easy enough task for you."