The mountains around me were quiet, and I was straining to hear what might be happening between Vegeta and Kakarot a few kilometers away. Since the three of us had been flying so slowly, we didn't cover much ground, but it proved to be far away enough that even as an oozaru, I could't hear anything right now. For Kakarot's screams to have carried over like they just did, he must have been really damn loud.

I gave up trying to hear anything. Time dragged as I could do nothing but lay there with nothing to look at but rock formations and the planet's deep blue sky. This was terribly boring. I finally groaned another titanic groan and allowed my mind to wander.

What would happen if those brats actually managed to beat Vegeta? I still liked the little bastard, even though I wasn't ready to forgive him for turning on me like that. Vegeta was strong, so he'd probably win, leaving me behind with this planet. I would die, of course, and it would be a slow death. The thought made me grimace. In that case, it would have been better to let the shrimp kill me, rather than die to starvation or heat stroke. Then again, knowing Vegeta, he would probably just destroy this planet out of spite after he went ape. That's not a good death either, though. What would I tell my ancestors in the next world? Oh hello father and greatfather-oh, how I died? I was collateral damage. Yes, that's right, our prince blew up a planet that I was on. No, no, he wasn't aiming for me. Yes, he knew I was still on it. No father, I didn't "cry like a bitch".

A small quake shook the ground and disturbed the area. Nothing massive, but it tore me away from my gloomy thoughts. I waited to see if anything would come from that quake, but nothing else happened. The constant pain from my back was tiring me out, but I experimentally tried to move my legs again. No good. My legs were still attached, right infront of me, but I couldn't get them to move. Damn it all. I sighed and closed my eyes, allowing my mind to wander again.

Vegeta never was normal, even as a boy. From birth he had a fighting power that outclassed his fellow saiyans, and he had a ruthless nature to match -as expected of our future king. But there was always a degree of coldness to his people that never felt right. He didn't look at Raditz and I normally. I mean, I always chalked this standoffishness to his being royalty, and the only prince of all the saiyans. Still, there wasn't any bond there. We were disposable.

I thought for sure we would revive Raditz with the Dragon Balls we'd heard about, but he shot down that idea without hesitation. For the sake of defeating Freeza, I agree that immortality would give us a greater edge in battle than having Raditz back. Raditz was the weakest of us three-four, apparently, if we're counting Kakarot. But I don't think Vegeta even cared that Raditz had died. That should have been my first red flag, I guess. That saibaman he executed should have been my second. Once I too lost to the Earthlings … he tried to kill me in cold blood.

Our trio was brought to a duo, and now it's a solo. Oh Vegeta, did you ever felt a kinship with us at all? We were the last of our proud race, and still you threw us away. Is your hatred for Frieza so intense that nothing else has meaning?

I sniffed sadly, but then shook my head violently, refusing to get too sentimental. My prince had his own path to walk, and I would no longer be walking with him. For now, I had to focus on whatever direction my own life would be taking, assuming I survived all this. Returning to Frieza's empire was not an option. Yes, Vegeta and I took a year-long vacation from our duties to plot against you. Our mutiny didn't go so well so here I am-also Vegeta's gone, and I know you only really cared about him. Please don't kill me.

I smirked to myself grimly. I'd be dead long before I could get the word "duties" out. Assuming my legs get restored through whatever medicine this planet has. If I can't move these legs though, well…

A loud boom echoed through the wastelands, and shook the earth, sending a sharp spike of pain up my lower back. What the hell was that? That wasn't normal. Or was it? I have no idea, screw this planet. It's been like half an hour since those two left me here alone.

But not long after that huge thud happened, I heard something approaching from the distance. It had to be an aircraft of some kind judging by the sound. I considered lifting my head, but opted out and just lay there. Maybe it was just a coincidence; I've seen many flying machines on this planet so far. Hopefully it would just pass me by. The last thing I needed was for some humans to poke and prod me curiously while I couldn't defend myself. I cursed my luck when it landed nearby, until my sharp hearing picked up some familiar voices from inside.

It was the boy and Chestnut-head talking, and I could have sworn I heard Kakarot as well. There were several unfamiliar voices inside too but that didn't matter to me much. So they really managed to win? That was a fight to the death we were in, Vegeta never spared anyone. I guess they're here to pick me up, but it didn't take a genius to see that I wasn't going anywhere for the time being.

There was no way a small flying ship like that could carry me in this state. At least I had company.

Realization hit me at that moment. They actually beat Vegeta. But that's impossible-he went Oozaru! Was my prince dead? I didn't want to think about it. Nothing is certain yet. I can't mourn him if I'm not absolutely certain, I need to know for sure.

The aircraft landed nearby rather clumsily, and the hatch on the side opened up. From the aircraft hopped out the short one, Kuririn. The little guy looked worse than when I was done with him, but his expression wasn't as hostile it had been before. I couldn't say the same for the people who came out next.

Behind him was a skinny old man with a white beard and big sunglasses, walking with a wooden cane. Floating in the air was some kind of squat white cat-thing. Weird. The cat's expression was unreadable, and the old man was definitely glaring at me from behind his sunglasses.

They didn't seem to be afraid me at all, despite me being fifty times their size, and I grinned at them, amused. "Well met, earthlings," I growled deeply. None of them flinched.

"I don't remember your voice being this deep. Did your injury mess up your voice too?" Kuririn said casually as he looked me up and down. "I can't carry you when you're this huge, you know."

The old man moved to stand next to my face, unintimidated. With his cane, he poked roughly at my nose. It didn't hurt, but I sure wasn't appreciating it. "Kuririn here says that you supposedly know of a way to bring back my students-our friends." His eyes narrowed. "The ones who you killed," he added harshly. "My name is Muten Roshi, the turtle hermit."

So it wasn't just some random geezer. "Yeah, Kuririn mentioned you too. You trained Kakarot and all those guys to fight."

"That's right," he said simply.

Moving my neck hurt, but I forced a nod. "They were skilled warriors, and they died with honor."

He lifted his sunglasses to meet my eyes directly. "Will you cooperate with us in bringing them back?

"Yeah." I didn't have to think about it. After these turn of events, there was no other option.

We stared at each other, not breaking eye contact. At last, Roshi put his sunglasses back on and turned away from me. "That's good, then." he said softly, as he walked back to the aircraft. Strange old man, but if he trained mere Earthlings to be on the fighting level as saiyan warriors, he wasn't one to trifle with.

Kuririn's voice broke the silence. "Alright, let's get you normal-sized again. Master Korin, could you help me?" The cat, apparently called Korin, floated to Kuririn's position and landed. For some reason, the two of them started pushing at my side, but they weren't making any progress. Before I could ask what the heck they thought they were up to. The cat spoke.

"Yajirobe!" he called, sounding annoyed. "Help me get this big lug on his side!"

A husky voice came out of the ship, shouting back with equal annoyance. "I'm not going anywhere near that monster! I cut off Vegeta's tail, so someone else can do his! Besides, someone has to protect Goku!"

With my acute hearing, I heard Kakarot speak softly. "It's fine, Yajirobe… I'm okay for a while."

The husky voice shushed him. "Goku, shut up."

I ignored the other voices in the ship jumping on that guy as I realized what the hell was going on. They did WHAT? They were going to do WHAT to ME?! "You want to cut off my tail?" I bellowed. "Why?!"

Kuririn had retreated a few steps at my outburst, but he just shrugged like it was no big deal. "We obviously can't take you to the hospital when you're a giant monster, so the only option is to cut off your tail to change you back. I said I couldn't carry you like this."

Was this some kind of joke?! "So you would castrate me for your convenience?! No! Do NOT cut off my tail! It's very important!"

The stout cat floated into my line of sight and cleared his throat. "Well big guy, here's the deal. If you're not human-sized we can't take you on board, and if we leave you here you die. You've got one of two options, death or catstration. Pick." The smile he gave me wasn't friendly at all.

Oh my God. I flailed my arms like crazy, making Korin retreat and Kuririn to strike up a fighting stance. I didn't care; this can't be happening THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING. NOT MY TAIL!

"It's not fair! You stingy Earthlings can't wait just two measly hours when I waited three for Kakarot to arrive?! I don't want to lose my tail, I don't want to be castrated, nooooooo!"

They tried to calm me down then, but nothing they could say would make me agree to this. I was flailing what limbs I had control over wildly. I had to fight somehow! I didn't want to be a tailless freak! This was absurd, this was… there were more voices now. I peeked over to check on these new people.

There was a blue haired and a dark haired woman now standing with them, along with Kakarot's kid. He and the dark haired woman were arguing, the woman insisting that he return to the ship.

The blue-haired woman was giving me a stink-eye with arms folded across her chest. A nice chest, I noticed. "That's better, now maybe you can act like an adult and tell us why you're freaking out so much, and as to why we should do anything your way after what you did to our friends."

Against my will, a small whimper escaped my throat. Some of their faces softened, and the cat started laughing. Crap, they all heard that. "I don't want my tail cut off-it's part of me. The Powerball will disappear in just another couple of hours, and I'll go back to my normal size then. It pained me to beg, but it would pain me more if I couldn't convince them. "Please don't remove my tail."

I noticed the kid, Gohan, was tugging on the blue haired woman's dress. "Uh, miss Bulma? Maybe it would be okay to wait for him. Two hours isn't that long, and they really did wait three for Dad to show up."

Patting Gohan on the head, Bulma gave me a look that I couldn't quite read and waved her hand in the air. "Well if you both ask me so nicely, how can I refuse? The problem, though, is that we can't really wait that long. Goku's in really bad shape, we need to get him to the hospital sooner than later…"

The dark-haired woman was hovering over the boy, checking his face and dusting off his hair obsessively. I couldn't really tear my eyes off of the two. Gohan caught me watching, then looked away startled. She noticed and glared at me. "What are you looking at?!" She yelled angrily. There was something scary behind that voice.

I sweat dropped. "N-Nothing, sorry." I didn't like that one.

I sighed heavily. All of this just sucked. The woman must have been thinking about something, because she was quiet for a while. She then looked at me. "Okay, we'll split up into two groups. I'm going to take the plane with Goku and head to the hospital. Some of our fliers will stay here with you until you shrink back down." She looked at Kuririn, "We'll double back to pick you guys up if you haven't arrived once we're all checked in."

"But Bulma!" The bald man protested. "We've been through hell and back, it's a wonder how I'm still standing!"

"So you can brag about it once you get this guy over to the hospital, you whiner!" The blue haired woman put her nose up at the little man. "Honestly, what's the big deal? You all fly much faster than my ship!" Unbelievable, Earth women are surprisingly ruthless.

Kakarott's kid declined allowing his mom to carry him back to the ship, insisting he could walk just fine. That was his mother huh? Kakarot knows how to pick them… The blue haired woman was also heading back to the ship with the two.

Walking closer to me, Kuririn sighed dramatically, obviously annoyed. "Well, I guess we'll give you two hours. The ball's been up for a while, since Vegeta turned ape, should be sooner than that. I've told the gang about the Dragonballs on Namek. We're going to come up with a way to make the journey there while everyone heals up."

"Sounds like you have everything figured out," I croaked. "Does that mean you have some way to treat me? 'Cause I'm pretty sure my spine is broken." I looked over at my legs. Dear Gods, the suspense was killing me. Am I a cripple or what?!

"Oh, you'll be fine." Kuririn waved a dismissive hand. "Goku's recovered from way worse."

This is what I needed to hear. I don't know how injured Kakarot is after fighting Vegeta, but he hadn't even come out of the plane with the others, so he must be in rough shape too. Yet despite that, his friends don't seem real worried. I guess the doctors on this planet were pretty amazing.

That Bulma woman was fiddling with a small white case. Behind that case was something that looked an awful lot like the remote control for an Attack Ball. I looked closer and decided it was definitely the remote control for an Attack Ball. Uh oh.

"Excuse me, uh, Bulma. That remote you have there, would that so happen to be Vegeta's remote control?" I asked carefully.

"Hm?" She looked at the remote, and then back at me. "Yeah, it is, why?"

"Would you be so kind as to…" I hesistated. God damn it. Out with it, Nappa! "Yes, would you please give that back to me? I feel safer with that in my possession."

Her face fell, then smirked, "I don't think so. It's not every day I can get my hands on alien technology like this, and I need to find out how it works to get us to Namek. Of course, you can have it back when I'm done, assuming you're a good boy and don't try anything funny with us."

She has no idea she's holding a literal bomb control in her hand. "Believe me, lady, I have no intention of stirring up any more trouble around here. I can tell you all about how that thing works if you want, but you really ought to give it back to me first."

Kuririn looked at me distrustfully. "Why's that? Gonna go follow Vegeta when you get the chance, bub? I don't think so. Bulma, don't give it to him."

Okay, I'm tired of this acting-nice crap. "Human woman! You will give that remote control NOW!" I yelled my voice more like a roar in oozaru form.

She yelped, and shrank back, but looked like she was about to throw the remote my way after all. However, Kuririn moved between us.

"Don't worry about him Bulma, and you, what's the matter with you? Is that any way to treat people going out of their way to helping you!?" Kuririn snapped.

"You can help me by not messing with things you don't understand!" I roared in response. "That remote controls my Attack Ball, including its self-destruct mechanism!"

Thank the gods, my words actually got through to them.

The blue haired woman practically was shrieking at me, "Well then why the hell didn't you say anything in the first place?! That ship's going to be our lifeline to get to Namek! I need it intact, or else I'll never see my boyfriend again!"

I heaved a sigh, then winced at the pain it created. "So cut me a break then, lady."

She stuck her tongue out at me, and handed the control to Kuririn. Whatever, it's fine so long as I know where it is, and no one's randomly pushing buttons on the damn thing. After that, she pulled two small objects from a case in her hand and gave those to him too. "These should be the ones you guys wanted. Alright, remember, once King Kong over here turns back to normal, start heading our way to the Wukong Hospital in West city. I'll double back for you guys if you don't show up by the time that Goku's all settled in." She gave gave a small wave to all of us, and headed back to the ship.

The ship took off, leaving only the cat, the old man, and the shorty behind with me. Kuririn casually threw one of the things Bulma had given him at the ground. With a *poof* some strange looking furniture popped into existence. A table and four puffy chairs surrounding it. Amazing, absolutely amazing! What kind of technology do these humans have access to that makes them be able to materialize items into thin air?!

As if it were no big deal to them, the masters both sat down on the magical furniture, and Kuririn tossed the other object in a similar manner to the first. It landed on top of the table and a square container of some sort appeared. Huh, what's in that box?

Before I could question it, he opened a door on the side of the box, which turned out to be packed full of chilled beverages. I knew it was cool because I felt the cold air escape and hit me, and it felt refreshing. My mouth had become dry as the desert around us during my time laying here, and I wanted a drink so bad I could die, but… in this form, my thirst couldn't be quenched even with all those drinks combined.

"So she's got orange, Hetab, beer, and grape soda," Kuririn said, looking through the container. Roshi picked the drink called Beer, Kuririn and Korin both picked Hetap. Kuririn looked over at me, all the tension and animosity from earlier gone. "How about you, big guy?"

"Shouldn't even bother for now. I'll take some when I'm back to normal," I said, despite wanting to down all of these exotic drinks. It'd be a terrible waste, I'd chug down a city's water reserves in this form if I could.

"You sure about that? One couldn't hurt." he said, holding up a can in offering.

I couldn't deny that. Damn it was hot. "I'll concede to that. Uh, give me the one you're having."

Without my needing to ask, he poured the whole can into my open mouth.

The flavor was amazing. There wasn't a fruit or meat or drink I've ever had that had this flavor before; it was hard to describe. It went down easy, and the aftertaste was divine. Surely there wasn't a fruit on this planet that could give this kind of flavor and fizz. Was it a mix of some kind? Refreshing didn't even cover it.

"It's good; thank you Kuririn," I said, slightly dazed.

"Holler if you want more," he said simply, sipping the contents of his own can.

"Just make sure to save me one for when I'm smaller."

He chuckled and nodded.

The old master Roshi took a chug from his can and let out a satisfied huff of breath. "So, Nappa was it? Your partner left you stranded here from what I understand."

Small talk. Great, just the thing to pass the time. Wait, stranded? "Wait, Vegeta left the planet?"

The floating cat explained further. "He high-tailed it out of here after getting the crud kicked out of him. Kuririn didn't give us the specifics, just that my boy Yajirobe de-tailed your buddy."

Kuririn balanced his empty can on one finger as he spoke. "The fight with Vegeta was intense. Goku couldn't even move anymore, and Vegeta was about to finish him off, but Yajirobe came out of nowhere and cut his tail clean off Everyone gave it their all, and finally we somehow managed to beat that guy. Vegeta called his space-pod thing over and was trying to escape in it. I was going to finish him off, but," He took a can labeled as 'Orange' this time, and opened it. "Goku made me let him go."

He released Vegeta? Whaaaat? "Wait wait. You guys beat Vegeta, but Kakarot just... let him go?" He nodded. "And you agreed to it?" He nodded again, and tilted his head a little. I started laughing. This was unbelievable.

My laughing grew harder, and the earthlings went from confused to surprised as giant tears started to roll down my face.

I was so happy; my prince got his ass kicked for the first time, and lived. I don't even need more details. He's alive, I'm not dead. This was the best news. I didn't have to carry the shame of letting my prince die. I got to keep my skin after he tried to execute me. There's still hope to make things right; our trio can return one day and then he won't be alone. I thought one of us had to die in order for the other to live in our situation, I never dreamed we both would make it through the day!

Kuririn was patting me on the side. "Hey, you alright?"

I sniffed, realizing I allowed myself to be vulnerable infront of my saviors. Captors? Whatever, time will tell. "It's nothing, it's just good to hear he's alive." I said, wiping my wet fur hiding my manly tears.

Kuririn looked concerned at me, and after I settled down he just smiled. What could be going through that guy's head?

Korin had been watching silently the whole time, that same damn mysterious expression on his cat-face drinking his Hetap. He looked over at Roshi. "I didn't know you learned to fly too, Roshi."

The old man looked at the cat. "Nope, I didn't."

The cat's expression turned angry. "Then why are you even here?! You're not thinking I'm going to carry YOU back are you?!"

Roshi laughed. "Good point! Well, I'm afraid I'll need a lift, then, Master Korin!"

"That doesn't answer why you're here! What good do you do here?"

The old man shushed him and started scooting towards him with his floral chair. He whispered directly into the cat's pointy ear. "I came to guage whether this fella could be trusted, and after that display, I see Goku's right. He's a much purer soul than Piccolo was."

With my sharp hearing, I picked up every word. Accidentally breaking down in front of an audience wasn't my proudest moment, but it worked in my favor I guess. My path was set: I was gonna get Vegeta to admit his wrong, and I might as well help the Earthlings. These guys weren't so bad.

Kuririn turned to face me while the other two went back to arguing about the flying problem. "You gonna need much longer, do you think?"

"Eh, should be any time now," I said casually.

He tilted his head, a scrutinizing expression on his face "I've been meaning to ask, how exactly can you talk?"

The hell kind of a question was that? "Well, first I move my mouth, it still functions like yours does, bu-"

He waved his hand rapidly to cut me off. "No no no, I mean, when Gohan and Goku transform, they lose all sense. I thought their saiyan instinct just takes over, but here you are talking to me, crying, and Vegeta could even fly. What's up with that?"

Ah, that's what he meant. "Kakarot and his kid most likely never completed their tail training. When you grab a saiyan tail, it saps all their energy and makes them weak. Raditz was the same way; he never completed his training so he has that weakness. He's all bonkers when he transforms." I inhaled. "I told him to train his tail, but he was always too lazy, and I'm betting it got him killed. The namekian tried grabbing my tail, but I can control this form, and I had trained my tail, so it was useless."

Kuririn didn't seem convinced. "But wait, Goku learned how to fight that weakness too, and he still went ape."

Wait. What? "Did he transform after he learned how to do that? Because if he did and still lost control, that's beyond me."

Kuririn thought hard, then finally shook his head. "No, I guess not. So you mean he would be like how you are now?"

I grinned. "Yep, he would have had tenfold power and complete control over his oozaru form."

He looked up. "Wow… that would have been good to know, granted it wouldn't have made much of a difference. Our moon's gone 'cause of that transformation. How did those two transform exactly without the moon anyway?"

"The power ball, or that star you saw. It lasts about 90 minutes, and once it's gone we have a few minutes in this form before we revert. Only the elite know the power ball technique-it was developed by the great King Vegeta, and so his son and I know it."

"King Vegeta? You mean that guy Vegeta's dad?"

I nodded. "He was a great king. Strong, fair, loved by all. I could tell you stories, if you'd want."

But he didn't seem interested. "Nah, I think I'm alright. What are you gonna do now though, since Vegeta left without you?"

I groaned. I wanted to avoid this question. "I'm going to help your team. Your Kakarot saved my skin and you're getting me medical treatment." I clenched my teeth. Thanking the enemy wasn't easy, but a lot of things had changed real quick. "I owe you Earthlings at least that much if you're going out of your way to help me despite our differences. Once my debt is repaid, I'm going to find Vegeta to settle and fix things."

Even after such a humiliating admission from me, Kuririn didn't seem very impressed. "Suit yourself. Remember you're only alive cause that blast didn't connect." He went to grab another drink.

No objection? No threats? These humans are too carefree for their own good. He did have a small point though. Vegeta would have obliterated me with that blast, and that's not all he's capable of. He might not be happy to see me again, and if it came down to a show of force between us, I didn't have a chance. I needed to think of a game plan.

But before I could devote any more thought towards it, my regression began.

I never really liked the regression process. It felt suffocating, and many saiyans who can't control their forms end up passing out from the process because they can't hold their breath. I was being squeezed by all sides, compressed back into my original size. It's not a very pleasant process, going from very large to very small. After a few moments, I had regressed back to normal, still battered and beaten, my legs still very much unfeeling.

Now I was the one looking up at Kuririn, who grinned down at me. "You weren't lying after all. Alright, we can head out now. The two masters had already gotten up, they placed their empty cans inside the container. Not ones to litter huh? That's nice, I guess.

"H-hey, before we go..."

He was moving the furniture to the positions they were in before they materialized in front of them. "What is it?"

I smiled. "Could I get another Hetap?"

He laughed. "Oh, sure thing. Hold on Master Roshi, Master Korin." He opened the fridge up again and from it took out another can. I reached out my hand for it, to which he obliged. My upper back muscles were a bit sore, but I managed to position myself to be able to drink. I opened the can after a moment after playing with the little metal mechanism until the can went *kzzt*, and then put my mouth on the opening. The liquid inside met my tongue, and went down my throat. It was just as refreshing and amazing as before, only now I had much more of it. I was enjoying myself a little too much it seemed, since I was able to hear a snicker from the cat. I didn't care though, this drink was too good, and that cat was a jerk.

After I downed my drink, I gave the can back to Kuririn, so he could stick it with the others. When on Earth, do as the Earthlings do. As long as you're not trying to conquer it.

Oh boy, now comes the part where someone a third my size tries to carry me. I braced myself as Kuririn bent down and hoised me over his shoulder. Surprisingly, it didn't really hurt this time. Either he was this time being more careful with me, or I couldn't feel anything down there anymore, or both. Ugh, I want this fixed so badly. I managed to tilt my head enough to get a look at what the other two were doing. Wow. It looked like the cat was flying and Master Roshi was hanging on by his legs. Master Korin didn't seem too thrilled about the arrangement, but at last we were on our way.

Author's Notes: Hey guys. So yeah, I literally can't believe the amount of responses you guys have given this story. I'm absolutely floored, this is the first fanfiction I've ever written and I'm glad that I'm not complete crap at it. I'm glad there's even an interest, Nappa's definitely a character that needs some good loving. I thank you all very much for your support, sorry I'm not individually responding to each of you, but I'm not gonna. Of course, that doesn't mean I won't answer questions in these notes, so please, ask away.

Oh, and as for Team Four Star Dragonball Abridged. Yes, I'm well aware they exist and Nappa is a meme. No, I'm not going to make TFS references, because why would you go to a fanfiction about Nappa and expect TFS? If you're gonna review and TFS references or requests are gonna make up the bulk of your comment, please don't bother. I'm not saying I hate their Nappa, I'm not saying I hate TFS fans. I will not be stealing their jokes or ideas. Thanks.