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Planet Vegetasai

Vacationed in his study, King Vegeta's eyes narrowed furiously as he gazed endlessly at the dark walls that encased him. No object remained in sight, no picture of any kind, just the blankness before him caught his eye. He was indeed in deep thought, his mind running like the speed of light, if not faster. His forearms were draped over the base of his seat, perched upon the smoothness of the chair's indigenous arms. His left palm laid dormant at the edge while his fingers drummed the rhythm of his state of mind at the arm's edge. The room was as silent as could be, only the sound of his incisive drumming on the chair bellowed throughout the room.

"It's been three weeks and yet no word…blast" he screamed to himself as his left fingers maneuvered underneath the edge of the chair arm, taking it full within his grasp.

Raising his right hand, he pinched the bridge of his nose, his temperament getting the best of him with every waking second that passed him by.

"What good are these men? They haven't given me a report in weeks…I shouldn't have to do things myself. I am the King!" he continued to yell as he closed his left hand up in a tight fist and brought it up a few inches before slamming it back down against the chair arm, leaving a slight impression of his anger behind.

Unbeknownst to the King, however, outside his study door perched the young heir to the throne with his best friend close beside him, each with an ear pressed against the door.

"Your dad seems mad," Goten replied as he gazed up at Trunks who stood over him listening to his father's anger echo against his ears.

"I bet it has something to do with the war we're in right now. My dad says soon it's going to be over and we're going to win," Trunks replied.

"You really think so?"

Trunks nodded his head, his eyes stern.

"Of course Goten," he began. "Sayian's always win,"

Goten smiled a proud smile.

"When are we going to join the fighting? We've been practicing every day,"

Trunks frowned, the memories of the conversation he had with his father three weeks ago still fresh in his mind.

"My dad says we have to be ready and we aren't ready yet he says,"

Goten looked up at his friend, a long pout finding a home against his lone features.

"But we are ready. We've been working really hard,"

"I know Goten but that only means we have to show my dad that we are strong and we are ready," Trunks replied.

Goten nodded and prepared to respond but sound of the door opening took his attention away. He and Trunks stumbled but caught their balance while their eyes moved upward and into the direction of the King. The boys both pushed an amount of saliva down into their throat. They were busted.

"Are you two lost?" Vegeta questioned, immediately following his question with a response before the two boys had a chance to speak up. "You must be if you dare invade my privacy,"

Goten and Trunks looked at one another then lowered their eyes.

"I'd expect this from Kakarot's brat. He can't help being brought up without common sense-" Vegeta looked between the two boys. "-but Trunks I know you were brought up better, right?"

Trunks nodded his head slowly.

"Yes, I'm sorry…"

Goten quickly shot his head up and stared at Vegeta.

"I'm sorry too!" he replied immediately.

"Sorry means nothing to me. You both are to be confined to your rooms for the remainder of the day. No training from either one of you,"

Trunks and Goten looked at up Vegeta with a pained look etched across their faces. Needless to say they were crushed.

"But that's not fair. My dad said we were going to go visit my mom today," Goten spoke up.

Growling outright, Vegeta lowered his right hand and grabbed the front of Goten's shirt, lifting the young boy off his feet and directly within his eye sight.

"You have no respect for anyone or anything. Your weak ass father has done a horrible job raising you and that older brat of his. It is times like this I wish I would have destroyed the entire race of human's on this planet including your mother. Obviously you have her weakness within you and Kakarot has allowed that. Disgusting,"

Goten bit down on his lower lip, holding back the tears that were beginning to form against his eyes. His eyes shut tightly, refusing to stare into the angry eyes of Vegeta.

"Put him down,"

Opening his eyes, Goten looked toward the right along with Trunks and Vegeta to see his older brother Gohan standing before them, a frown beneath the narrow expression of his eyes.

The King smiled as he eyed the teenager standing before him in defiance. He chuckled lightly.

"Are you giving me orders?" he questioned. "Because I don't follow orders,"

"Put my brother down and let you and I handle this," Gohan spoke up once more, taking a step toward the King.

"Hn," Vegeta huffed, tossing Goten to the ground with a large thud. Placing his arms across his chest, Vegeta walked toward Gohan.

"Are you saying you want to fight me, Gohan?" Vegeta questioned, standing chest to chest with the teenager.

"No, but I cannot stand by and let you talk to my brother like that. Since my father is out scouting planets as is his job I am in charge of my younger brother and if he has disrespected you in any way than it is up to me to handle it, with all due respect to you, King,"

Vegeta's eyes narrowed at the blatant tone of his status being spoken by the young half saiyan standing before him. He was less than pleased by the situation in its entirety.

"Leave," he commanded, directing his eyes toward the two young boys watching the scene unfold before them.

Trunks and Goten heeded the words of Vegeta and began walking backwards down the hall. Goten's pace was slower than Trunks as he kept his eyes on his older brother. He was uncertain if leaving his side was the right choice to make.

Glancing to the side, Gohan nodded his head, directing his brother to follow after the young prince and disappear as instructed to do so. He watched as Goten returned his advances with a nod of his own before running down the hall to catch up with Trunks.

Hearing the boys footsteps echo down the hall, Vegeta chuckled lightly at silence that now surrounded the two men. All eyes were off them now, leaving him to his own devices.

Without hesitation, Vegeta brought his forearm against the center of Gohan's throat, pressing the teenager against the wall behind them.

"Just because Kakarot put you in charge of that brat does not mean you are to forget your place, boy. I could kill you in an instant or have you forgotten?" Vegeta sneered.

"Then why don't you do that?" Gohan challenged.

He studied Vegeta's expression as the two continued to stare a hole into the other. As violent as Vegeta's threats were, he knew they were nothing more than that, threats. Open threats that he knew would never be followed fully.

"You've had your head shoved so far up those books of yours that you think you are so damn smart. Your brain can only get you so far or have you overlooked that we are under attack every single day?" Vegeta spoke angrily.

"How could I forget? My father has instructed me to go back into training. Your orders I presumed?"

"You speak as if you are objecting to it or if you have a choice in the matter,"

"Having a choice here is something I know I do not have. I choose to respect my father and if he wishes my assistance then I will go back and train in preparation but I must say I am against this war," replied Gohan.

The pressure Vegeta originally added against the base of Gohan's throat began to lessen as the two continued to talk to one another.

"I don't give a damn if you are against it or not. You are a strong warrior, the only reason I have not killed you or your idiot father but every day I see the weakness of your mother surface-"

"-do not speak ill of my mother, Vegeta," Gohan interrupted, pushing himself away from the wall and moving closer toward the King.

"Struck a nerve, did I?" Vegeta began to add pressure against Gohan's neck once again, pushing the teenager back against the wall.

"I said I would go back into training and I will speak to Goten. If that is all that is bothering you then I will leave,"

Vegeta was silent. Lowering his arm, his released his pressure against Gohan's throat but kept his position before him. Drawing his right arm back, Vegeta locked his fingers into a tight fist and brought it against Gohan's stomach.

Extending his arm, he caught a startled Gohan was he leaned forward from the sharp blow. Vegeta smirked, bringing his head close against Gohan's ear.

"Now, you may leave,"

Vegeta took a step back and glared at Gohan who in turn met the king's stare with one of his own. The two spoke silently with one another until the King had his full and turned away. He began walking down the hall, his hands balled into tight fists against his sides.

"That fucking kid…and here I thought I would have a calm day ahead. My blood is boiling over with frustration…"

Turning the corner, Vegeta walked past his bedroom doors and continued down the hall.

"I need to get these frustrations out and I know just the way to do it,"

With a smile on his face, Vegeta pushed open a pair of double doors and disappeared behind it, on his way to settle his underlying urges.

Plant Lunayeska

"Those are not the ones! Get it right of you will severely pay!" Queen Corsica screamed as she stood in the middle of the palace ballroom, observing workers sufficiently decorate the entire room.

She wore a long flowing crimson gown, enticed with the finest sapphire gems embedded throughout the material. Her hair was brought up in a messy bun which on any other would look hideous but on her made her look even more beautiful. Two loose strands fell from the bondage of the group and fell gingerly against her cheeks, adding even more beauty to her fair graces. Resting on top of her head was her elegant crown, made of the finest gold and shimmering in the most flawless of gems, rubies and more sapphires.

"You there!" she yelled as her eyes peered towards a young man in ragged clothes, torn across the chest and at the seams.

Extending her right arm out, she let her hand to the talking as she maneuvered her index back and forth, addressing the young boy to approach her.

"Now!" she yelled as she noticed his eagerness to reach her was relatively slow in pace.

Standing before the young boy, the Queen watched as he immediately lowered himself to the ground at her feet, his head dropped down towards his lap. She watched as his body trembled in what she knew was fear, a sight that brought her nothing but continuous bliss and joy.

"Y-yes…my queen?" the young boy stammered, his fear clearly noticeably now by the tone in his voice.

The queen could only widen her smile at his continuous behavior before her. He looked to be nothing more than a teenager; the kind the Queen detested more than anything on the basis that he was no longer a child but yet not completely a man. He was useless in her eyes.

"Do you know why I summoned you to me?" she asked him in her normal ear-shattering tone.

"N-no, my queen, I do not know why you have summoned me. Please…may I ask why…?"

The queen narrowed her eyes immediately as she raised her left leg, the sparkle from the strap across her heeled sapphire embedded shoe glistening in the light. Moving just an inch forward, she brought her foot down against the back of the young boy.

"No, you may not!" she answered as she heard the boy groan in pain, a sound she immediately enjoyed. "Do not speak unless you are told to do so you worthless excuse for a human!"

Again the heel of her foot found its way into the spine of the young boy, allowing his body to shiver in pain. Bringing her arm across her chest, the queen glanced around at the other workers, still adorning her ballroom with balloons and caters of food at every aspect of the room. Seeing that everyone kept to their work, she brought her dark eyes back on the young boy.

"You are working too slowly! I could tell by the way you came to me when I summoned you that you were of a snail's pace and I…don't…have…time for it!" she yelled as with each word she brought her foot lower and lower against the boy's back, her heel now ripping away the thin fabric of his shirt and allowing the bare heel to mark him visibly.

Hearing a noise beside her, the sound of someone's throat clearing, the queen glanced out the corner of her eyes to see Dr. Briefs standing before her with his eyes immediately fixated on her.

"Hn…" the queen let a sigh slide off her tongue as she brought her eyes back to the young footstool beneath her. "…quicken the pace or you will die at my guards hand and left floating aimlessly in the atmosphere!"

The young boy didn't respond as warm drops of water flowed down from the safety of his cheeks to the floor below. Lifting her foot up but just an inch, the queen brought it back down heavily, hearing a slight crack below. The boy screamed in pain as the heel of the queen's foot broke his skin and found its way into his body.

"Do you understand me?" she yelled as she lifted her foot once more, removing it from the boys back and letting it fall beside her other one.

She watched as the boy trembled immensely, a chuckle encircling her as she watched him thrive in pain.

"Back to work!" she bellowed.

"Y-yes my queen" the young boy said as he bowed his head out of respect and scurried away to finish the task prior to his encounter with the queen.

As she watched him go, his quickness satisfying her, Queen Corsica turned her attention completely on Dr. Briefs, his being still standing as once before, completely still.

"Well…" she said.

Dr. Briefs didn't respond as he smirked and nodded his head slowly. Queen Corsica followed suit as a smirk crossed her face as well, her immediate joy held within, not worthy of being seen in front of such commoners.

"Take me at once!"

Turning around, Dr. Briefs immediately walked off towards the ballroom doors, the queen quickly in tow beside him. As they reached the doors, the queen glanced at one of her guards who stood watching the workers continue throughout the room. With a sufficient nod, the queen and guard exchanged an immediate agreement before she vacated the room, heading towards the lab.

Walking down the corridors, the Queen's face contorted from the suppressed joy she once felt to complete distaste and distain as she now followed the doctor toward the main laboratory.

"Dr. Briefs, my patience with you is running its course! You have yet to speak a word to me and I do not tolerate that one bit for it shows nothing but a lack of respect towards me your queen!" she said as she stopped proceeding any further.

"My queen.…forgive me for my rudeness towards you…" Dr. Briefs said as he too stopped walking and turned around on his heels, bowing his head in the queen's direction. "…I do not mean to show you any form of disrespect but I want to keep the suspense in the air before I reveal the next heir to your lucrative planet"

"I do not care for any suspense, Dr., and as for the next heir, that has yet to be proven as so!" Queen Corsica responded as she glided past him and continued towards the lab.

"Forgive me my queen for asking, but, what is it that you mean?" the doctor asked as he followed after the royal highness.

"I have yet to see the improvement you have made and thus am believing that she is as you have said, one of a kind and completely at her best…" she started as she turned a corner with Dr. Briefs swiftly in tow.

"Yes my queen, she is ready to abide by you" he said.

"…however…I do not go on just words alone. I want to see her for myself, I want to see just what powers she has been entrusted with and then and only then will I decide if she will complete the process of becoming my heir or be distributed to the wastelands to rot among the other pieces of junk already present!" Queen Corsica said as she slowed her pace, the laboratory door clear within her sights.

"My queen you need not worry of doing such to this girl. We have removed any indication that she was once of the disgusting earth human race and now have the blood and power of a true Lunayeska-jin" Dr. Briefs said as he and the queen now stood in front of the laboratory doors.

"Enough with the talk, I want to see the proof that you have done what you've informed me you would do!"

"At once, my queen" Dr. Briefs said as he pressed his palm against a small keypad near the door, allowing his prints to be scanned and surveyed within a hidden and discreet computer.

"Dr. Briefs, welcome. You may enter"

Pushing the door open, the queen and the doctor emerged into the laboratory which expanded well beyond most of the rooms in the entire palace. Swirling staircases adorned each side of the room, allowing access to the upper floor where some of the main computers were located including a few scientists, busy with their assignments and tasks. There were chemistry equipment set up in one foyer of the room and the other dawned cases of books and files of current or previous cases the scientists have/had yet discovered.

"This way…" Dr. Briefs stated as he walked towards the back of the lab, towards two metal doors.

Never taking her eyes off the destination, the queen ignored all glances from the other scientists who quickly gazed back upon their work so not to get caught staring.

"Is she behind these doors?" Queen Corsica asked as she stood before the doors.

Dr. Briefs remained silent as he swiped a pass against the edge of the door and wall, allowing the two doors to unlock and slowly become ajar, giving them entrance. As the two emerged inside, the onlooker of scientists could only watch as the doors closed before them, giving them nothing more than wonderment as to what was beyond that room.

Standing in a completely darkened room, which once shed light from the outside, now gone, the Queen growled immensely under her breath. Before giving her a chance to react to the lack of light, Dr. Briefs quickly moved a nearby switch from the off to on position, allowing lights to shine from the raptures above. Adjusting her eyes to the brightness of the room, Corsica maneuvered around, a frown suppressed to her face.

"So, where is she?" she asked as she brought her arms across her chest once more as she has done on numerous occasions.

"She is here my queen…" Dr. Briefs said as he walked over to a tall pod that lay slanted against the metal wall behind it, similar to the door before it.

Queen Corsica remained silent as she watched Dr. Briefs press a button on the side for the pod, allowing the it to open and give her a clear view of the girl lying dormant inside. Taking a step closer, Corsica eyed her over, looking for any sign of difference from before, she found none.

"Briefs!" she yelled as she rose her eye level towards the doctor himself "Is this some kind of joke?"

"Believe me when I tell you it is not, the girl is not as she was before" Dr. Briefs quickly stated.

"I never believe words, only results and you have not provided me with any! You have failed me and for that I will have you killed!' the queen yelled.

Although his life was threatened, Dr. Briefs kept his composure as he placed his right hand upon the teenager's forehead, moving his hand back and forth slowly. He watched as his attentiveness started to work and allowed her light eyes to open, awaking her from her slumber. The two watched as the young girl grabbed onto the edge of the pod and emerged, standing on her feet and staring directly at the queen.

"My queen…if you can allow me to explain…" Dr. Briefs started as he watched the queen continuously return the young girl's stare.

"Go on if you must!" Queen Corsica responded.

Clearing his throat, Dr. Briefs responded.

"This process wasn't as difficult as once believed when the girl was brought in. We immediately put her to an eternal rest so we could begin. We removed a few pints of her earthling blood and in its place took some samples from the strongest fighters we have as well as some of yours my queen, taken from when you yourself was a child" he started as he walked around Videl.

"I know already of the allotted blood distribution. Every person birth upon this planet must undergo a test of true Lunayeska-jin blood to ensure that their powers of telekinesis are of true power and strength. What of her power?"

"Allow me to continue my queen…upon studying her I noticed she was already strong for someone of her age and race. We only added what we felt was needed to ensure that she will live as long as she is needed to ensure this planet has an heir for years to come after your passing,"

The queen's once hard demeanor fell short as she heard the informative words of Dr. Briefs and instead of interrupting him, allowed him to continue.

"The power this child has is unlike any other in which she is especially fit to perform in combat. We have given her the knowledge of many martial arts techniques in combination with what she originally had stored within her memories." he said.

"…she looks absolutely normal…as if she was of my race or at the very least your little people"

"Yes, my queen, I have made it so she can pass herself off as your own but yet it is only you, I and a few others that know of her true nature. It is best it is kept that way before word spreads to the saiya-jins and they figure out some way to destroy her…though that is utterly impossible" said Dr. Briefs.

"Good. Good."

"My queen, I was wondering when we were transferring all the various bloods into her, what if she were to contract a part of the curse that has plagued your people over time and-" Dr. Briefs began.

"She has no curse! That curse was bestowed upon elders and she is not an elder! Don't speak of that filthy curse. It disgusts me for with power like that you might as well link yourself to one of those monkey's we are battling. What we inherit is true whereas the light show of the saiya-jins are mockeries of true power. Now do not bring that up ever again do you hear me!" the queen bellowed.

"Yes my queen" the doctor said immediately.

"Is she obedient? I will not have her disrespecting me in any way" the queen asked changing the subject.

Dr. Briefs nodded his head as he looked at Videl.

"It is as if she were completely normal and she will begin as such once you greet her. Once that is done, you will see just how obedient she is to you"

Queen Corsica looked Videl over once more before addressing her.

"Speak!"

Videl blinked her eyes slowly before a smile crept across her face.

"Good Evening," she spoke with a light tone of respect.

It was the queen's turn to adjust her eyes as she looked over Dr. Briefs who caught her question before she had a chance to give it.

"She is your daughter and will address you with the utmost respect. Any memory she had of her previous life as a being of Earth has been destroyed and replaced with thoughts of truly being one of your own. I hope that is fine with you my queen"

"So Videl is her name is it?" the queen asked as she eyed the teenager once more.

"Princess Videl…it has a ring to it…it remains as such!" she thought to herself.

"So all of her memory of that pathetic planet she emerged from is fully gone?" she asked.

"More or less..The only memory she has is of you being her mother and nothing more. Everything else she will gain on this planet, she is a fast learner and will be very valuable if she is taught the proper skills" Dr. Briefs responded.

The queen was enjoying the news brought before her on her heir but still desired more.

"Her technique in fighting, how developed is it?" she asked.

"At the moment it is developed and I am sure it could improve with practice and…" Dr. Gero started before he was immediately cut off.

"…and she will engage in a fight before me. I want to see what she can do so far. It is from there I will determine if she is even capable of learning more like you've stated"

"Very well my queen, please follow me as well as you too Videl" Dr. Briefs said as he turned around, heading towards another pair of doors in the far corner.

Planet Vegetasai

"Something wrong, woman?" Vegeta questioned in a tone shadowed by a lack of honest concern.

"My name is Bulma, Bul-ma, and I'm sick and tired of these encounters. People around here are starting to wonder what is going on and I am quite irritated with the stares and looks,"

"Well, if people are staring at you then stop staring at them," Vegeta replied much to Bulma's liking.

"Vegeta, this has been going on since I arrived on this planet. I would have thought after everything, including our son, that you would recognize me as more than just a common fuck,"

Turning around, Vegeta frowned as his eyes met Bulma's as the light shined between the two of them.

"Woman, you are what I say you are. You gave me my heir. You did your job. Do not make this as if you aren't taken care of or have you not noticed the variety of outfits you adorn yourself with? The housing I have placed you in, away from the rest of the trash? You even have your own helper to assist you so don't give me that living poor shit, okay?"

Bulma's light blue eyebrows began to form on the center of her face.

"Did you hear me say I was living poor, Vegeta? All I want to know is why does it have to be this way? Why must you keep me away from our son as if I am just some-"

"-human?" Vegeta said flatly. "That's because that is what you are. A human,"

"Have you forgotten about our son, Trunks? He has half of your blood and half of mine so that makes him half human," replied Bulma.

Fixing the ends of his shirt, Vegeta huffed.

"Your point?"

Shifting the back of her hands against her waist, Bulma leaned in close to Vegeta.

"My point is this, Chi-Chi always has her husband and sons come and visit her and I would like the opportunity to see my son. I'm sure he's grown so much and I'm missing it because of..."

Bulma's voice trailed off as Vegeta's eyes quickly peered into her own. She watched a sly smile emerge on his face, as if he was beginning to take joy in their conversation which was no laughing matter. She could feel her face growing warm and anger starting to consume her.

Drawing back her right hand she prepared to strike, directing the palm of her hand toward Vegeta's face.

"-it's all because of you. I want to see my son!"

Bulma's hand connected with Vegeta's face, a slap that delivered everything she could muster. The anger she had growing within her came out in a gesture she knew would erase the smile from his face.

As she thought, Vegeta was less than amused by her actions and immediately wrapped his hand around her right wrist, dangling her now limp hand in front of his face. His eyes fell upon her hand as he contemplated ripping the skin right from the bone it was attached to.

"You gave me my son, the son that will rise up and take control of all Saiyan's when the time is right. For that reason I have not killed you," he spoke in almost a hush whisper but loud enough for Bulma to catch every word.

Bulma gasped softly. For the first time since their conversation started she removed her eyes from Vegeta's and stared at the light thread lines on the sheets below.

"So...is that the only reason you haven't killed me yet?"

Vegeta was silent. Hesitant in his response. Pulling his arm back, he pulled Bulma onto the bed, quickly grabbing her only free arm and pinning both of her wrists above her head. Bulma looked up at Vegeta and the unchanging expression on his face. She couldn't help but wonder if he might have changed his mind and just might dispatch her at that given moment in time.

Vegeta leaned in close to her so that their faces were but inches apart from one another.

"What is it you want from me? To tell you I love you? Well I don't. Love is a weak emotion and warriors are not entitled to have them if they plan on seeing another day. The last thing I need is you or that boy being used against me because despite the way you see things I will not lay my life down in front of that queen or any other if your life or his was on the line,"

Bulma swallowed a lingering trail of saliva that was lodged in her throat.

"Say what you will, Vegeta, but I know you care about your son. It isn't all about having someone take your place and as for me I knew from the first day you took me forcefully in the corridor of your palace that you had feelings for me to some degree. I've heard people talk around here, those elders who see fit to die in peace living in this sanctum you've built for humans. They say I am the first person to challenge you, go against your word, defy you when given direct orders. You remember, don't you?" Bulma questioned.

Vegeta smiled, loosening the grip on her wrists.

"You were vulgar over being brought here. Asking ridiculous questions about some old man and some woman. Refusing to shut up, refusing to listen. I had to take matters into my own hands when you raised your voice at me. As you learned, defiance is not something I tolerate," he replied.

"I was concerned over my parents. Regardless of the reason that brought us together you continued to return even after you tossed me into this asylum," Bulma stated.

Vegeta huffed.

"Woman, I do not have time for this. I have a planet to run,"

Releasing her wrists, he climbed off of Bulma and finished correcting his attire to his satisfaction.

Propping up on her elbows, Bulma could only watch in silence as Vegeta stood before her adorned in his royal attire.

"Will you at least let Trunks know I'd like to see him?" she questioned.

Refusing to look her way, Vegeta walked toward the bedroom door. He stopped just short of the altar and placed his hand against the frame of the door.

"Guards will escort him here tomorrow. He disobeyed me today and has been punished,"

Bulma cringed slightly, hoping her son's punishment wasn't as vile as she had watched other people endure when crossing the King's rules. As if he read her mind, Vegeta continued.

"He's fine. Stop worrying. I don't need you growing old wrinkles on that face of yours,"

Bulma smiled. "Are you saying I'm pretty as I am?"

Vegeta chuckled a laugh and walked through the door.

"No, just the opposite,"

He could hear her obsenities echo against his ear which made him laugh to himself once again. A good argument was something he grew to love between the two of them aside from the warmth he felt as he plowed into her passionately whenever he visited. He glanced over his shoulder, contemplating returning and going for a second round. Closing his eyes, Vegeta turned his head around and continued walking down the hall. His eyes opened as he walked toward the entrance to the home.

He had no time to gather seconds, he had a job to do and a plan to put together if he hoped to gain the upper hand between himself and his long lasting rival.

"I shall take out the queen and destroy her miserable planet and then Frieza-" He smiled sadistically. "-you're next."