A/N: Thank you guys for the follows/favorites and reviews! It makes me happy to know that I'm doing well and that the pace is going fine. Well anyways, here's the next chapter!

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Once again, Vegeta couldn't help but snort at the sight of his daughter looking in awe of the planet. It was bright, grass everywhere with clear, clean water. The sun was shining brightly in the sky and there were covered plains miles long. He could faintly detect the Namekians bustling around the planet, and he knew none of them who resided were up on his level, or even his cub's.

Sighing to himself, Vegeta shouted, "Come, Nachi! We have things to do before that lizard even knows we're here!"

Nachi rose from her kneeling position near the water and scurried her way over to him, bowing her head in apology. "Sorry, father. You're right. Where should we start looking for the dragon balls?"

Vegeta grunted and closed his eyes, casting out his senses again. If anything, he knew the Namekians would be able to tell where to locate the balls. He sensed several faint energies south from their location, and with following that, he shot up to the sky and sped to the area, with Nachi right beside him.

It took only a few minutes before his sight came across a small village, with green-skinned aliens appearing and disappearing through the building, blissfully unaware of the trouble coming their way.

With a smirk on his face, he faced his daughter. "Nachi, what say we play a little game, hm?"

Nachi, ever the curious five year old, widened her eyes at the prospect of a new game. Rarely it ever happened since her mother's passing that Vegeta wanted to play with her. Even though she was a Saiyan princess and warrior and didn't have time for mundane things, she was still only five.

"What is it, father?" She questioned curiously.

Vegeta's smirk grew wider. "It's called 'Dodgeball.' All you do is throw a ki-blast at the Nameks, and see if they'll dodge. It's them versus us, so we'll have to win."

Even though Nachi had killed people and aliens alike in her time, she was still pretty clueless on what she's about to do. She didn't even care for the consequences; all in her mind right now what that she was going to get to play with her papa after so long.

"Sounds like fun, father!" She beamed.

He chuckled through his nose and spun around to face the village. "You start when I say go, alright?" He received a nod in reply. "Ready… Go!" He ordered.

With that, Nachi shot off from her spot and immediately started using her ki-ball blasts to throw at the Nameks. The sound of screams of agony, fear, and pain brought him at peace. He knew he'd have to deal with the Namekians who were inside the main building of the village, judging from the power source there, but he'd let his daughter have some fun before having 'grown-up talks.'

As each life source is draining little by little, he let his mind wander to where Papri was still alive. He knew he shouldn't be thinking of her death, especially at a time like this, but he couldn't help it, especially when seeing the sadistic glee of his daughter's face when blasting her mother's signature move. She looked just like Papri when they used to conquer a planet before her pregnancy.

Shaking his head from his wayward thought, he startled a bit when he saw Nachi floating right in front of his face. "Damnit it brat! Don't scare me like that!" He barked.

Nachi tilted her head to the side. "I called for you twice, father!" She retorted.

Vegeta rolled his eyes and pushed her face away. "Did you get everyone?"

She nodded. "There are some still in the main building of the village, but I figured you'd want to confront them about the dragon balls."

With that, they made their way inside the building where there are several adult Namekians who glared at the two, with one older male standing in the middle.

The older one asked, "May I help you?" in a hostile tone.

Vegeta smirked. "Yes, actually. I believe you have something that I want."

"And that is?"

Vegeta's smirk remained. "I'll be taking the dragon ball with me, if you don't mind."

One of the other Namekians stepped forward a bit. "You're not getting anywhere near the dragon ball!"

Vegeta cocked an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

Three Namekians stood before the prince. "You'll have to get through us if you want the dragon ball!"

Vegeta smirked at the challenge, and charged in for all three. He kicked one in the side of his neck, cracking it and making him limp. He elbowed the one behind him, then thrusted his fist into his chest and shot a ki-blast. The last one tried to put him in a chokehold, but Vegeta grabbed a hold of his arms and flipped backwards, digging the heel of his foot into his back and pushed hard, hearing a satisfying crack to render his spine useless. The Namekian let out a groan of agony and his arms slackened, making Vegeta drop them with his body. With that, Vegeta fired one last ki-blast at the bodies and all that remained were the black scorches of the blast.

The older Namekian was shaking in fear of the prince, and remembered a third person in the room. He quickly looked at the young girl who was at the entrance, standing there with a blank look on her face.

How could this savage man let this little girl watch death before her eyes? But the look in them… He knew this was nothing new for her.

He turned his attention to the short man after hearing his throat clear. "Now… unless you want up like your friends there, I suggest you give up the dragon ball."

The Namekian sighed in defeat, dragging feet to the back room to retrieve the item in question.

Vegeta signaled his daughter closer, to which she floated over to him. "Yes, father?"

"Once we get the dragon ball, take it somewhere where no one can find it. We'll start a pile to place them all in."

"Where are you going?" Nachi questioned.

"I'll be traveling from village to village to retrieve the other remaining balls. Knowing Frieza, he already has some of the dragon balls on his person. I'm just making sure he doesn't know where the others are."

Nachi frowned, not finding the reason why she can't go with him.

Seeing her silent question, Vegeta sighed and turned to face her. He pressed his forehead against hers, a rare sign of affection that he used nowadays. "I definitely do not want Frieza to find you. It'd be instant death since we disobeyed the man when we went to Earth with Nappa. I don't want you anywhere near that tyrant. Not since…" He closed his eyes tightly, gritting his teeth as the death of Papri is still fresh in his mind. "Not since… that day. So, stow away your stubbornness for now and be logical."

Nachi wanted to object from being away from her father, she really did. However, like her father, she was reminded just who killed her mother.

She wouldn't admit, especially to Vegeta, but she was deadly afraid of the lizard. Because of him, she had to work under his orders and kill innocent lives. She didn't like killing, not like her father. But once she got in one kill, they become two, then three, then tens and hundreds and thousands. Her sadistic Saiyan blood comes alive and tells her, commands her to kill until it smells nothing but burning flesh, the metallic sense of blood, no matter the color of the liquid, and the stench of death. The screams of agony, of begging and pleading, they all replay in her mind like a music box that won't stop. Sometimes she gets a sense of satisfaction, other times she feels disgusted and ashamed for even being happy to kill.

She knew her parents had to kill under orders, and that's why she lived a sheltered life in the prince's quarters. She'd only step out of the room for training, and up until her mother's death, she wasn't training to kill. She just wanted to be strong like her father and mother, which is why she used Nappa and Raditz as her personal punching bags. She was content with training with the four Saiyans in her life. Raditz was like an annoying uncle who used to hit on her mom until her mother finally beat him within an inch of his life before her father did. Nappa and her never really got along, but they only trained and he was arrogant and bossy, which is why she didn't really didn't mind his death. Ever since Frieza came into the picture, all she knew was kill kill kill.

She exhaled through her nose and nodded slightly, lightly touching her father's cheek with one hand. "Yes, father."

He nodded back, content with her touch before breaking away. Nachi dropped her hand and turned, sensing other eyes on her.

The older Namekian overheard the conversation between the savage and the young girl, and knew that the man was protective over the girl. The tone in his voice proved that. Even though the man was evil, he still had some part of him that made him protect the girl.

However, he still didn't want to hand over the dragon ball for their sake.

With that, he raised his hand to shoot a ki-blast, but was unable to do anything as Vegeta shot one to his stomach.

He groaned and fell back, purple blood oozing from the wound in his stomach as he dropped the dragon ball. The young girl floated to the ball, picking it up with ease despite how heavy it looked. She turned her eyes on him, the same blank look but behind her eyes, there was some regret shining.

With that last visual, his body went limp.

Nachi aimlessly flew around with no real power behind her flight. Her father already sent her off with the ball, and told her to raise her ki if she ran into an enemy she couldn't handle on her own. It was a little insulting to her pride, but she didn't argue.

She can sense her father's ki exploring the planet and terrorizing the Namekians. She closed her eyes mid-flight and sensed out the rest of the planet.

She sensed tiny ki's of fishes, frogs, a ki heading straight for her-

THUD!

She flew back violently, groaning in pain from the headache she was sure to have. She rubbed her forehead, cracking one eye open to see the person a few feet in front of her.

"Ughh, my head…" The person said, rubbing their forehead as well.

Recognizing that voice and body shape, both her eyes shot open. "You?! What are you doing here?!" She barked.

Gohan's eyes widened considerably at the voice. "N-Nachi?" He stuttered.

To say he was surprised to see her here was an understatement. Him and Krillin had sensed Vegeta's ki on the planet earlier, but they hadn't sensed hers at all. Perhaps it was the fact that it still not that recognizable since she only fought with him that day on Earth. And even then, it was in her Oozaru form.

"I'll ask you again…" She growled. "What are you doing here?"

Gohan glared at her. He didn't know why, but every time he was in her presence, he got angry at her arrogant and domineering attitude. It scared him when he was near Vegeta since he was the same way, but it just irritated him with Nachi. Maybe it's the fact that she's the same age as him and yet she speaks down on him as if he was nothing, not on par with her, not worthy in her presence.

"The same reason you are." He retorted coolly, holding the dragon ball up he had in his hands.

Unknown to Gohan, Nachi had similar thoughts in Gohan's presence. She was always vindictive, mean and a little more like her father around him because he intimidates her. It might be because he never had to suffer like her. He didn't have to grow up quickly, couldn't enjoy the age of five like any normal child. Besides, her mother always told her Saiyan females were more fierce towards male counterparts, always sizing them up to show that they're the strongest of the two.

Nachi smirked. "Well, father told me he was searching for the rest of the dragon balls. Seems like I found one." She directed her sight on the orb in his hands.

Getting the idea on what she plans to do, he shoves the dragon ball a little behind him in defense. "I'm not letting you take the dragon ball! You'll have to force it out of me!" With that, he blasted away from her at his highest speed.

She gaped for a moment before growling, taking off after him. She was oblivious to the scouters beeping on a deadly trio, indicating her life.

She raced after the half-breed, a scowl on her face. He was really putting it all in his speed, and she was only using half for her to be right beside him.

Gohan, forgetting not to lure anyone to their hiding spot, landed and rolled with the ball in hands, standing quickly incase she attacked. She slowly came to a stop a few feet away from him, floating a few inches from the ground.

"We can do this the easy way… or the hard way." She calmly stated, crossing her arms over her own ball.

Gohan gritted his teeth, placing the ball right behind him and taking a fight stance. "You'll have to fight me for it!"

She cracked a smirk, holding her ball with one hand while facing her palm towards him. In an instant, fuchsia colored ki started glowing from her palm and the ball was getting as big as the dragon balls they were fighting for.

"Well… I didn't want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice," she sighed. "… Devas-Beam!"

Gohan closed his eyes tightly, awaiting for the pain.

When he felt nothing but the air swish, he opened them again to see her not looking directly at him, but behind him. He turned, and gasped as he saw an alien with blue skin and shaggy purple hair with the armor he'd recognized on the Saiyans. He had a gaping hole in his chest, crimson flowing from the wound and he fell forward, dead.

He raised his wide eyes at the girl in front him, her expression nonchalant and voice matching her face. "He's one of Frieza's soldiers. I recognize those tasteless shoulder guards anywhere," she stated, disgust laced with her tone.

Gohan still gaped. "H…How long has he been there?"

"Hm?" She raised her eyes to him and cocked an eyebrow. "Hmm… about the time you announced that you weren't giving me the dragon ball," she drawled out. Her eyes then narrowed. "Someone's coming…"

Gohan cast out his senses and almost sighed in relief to realize it's just Krillin heading their way. He turned just as the bald monk landed on the ground. "Krillin!" He shouted happily.

Krillin was about to respond in kind when he spotted the mini-Vegeta behind Gohan. "U-Uh.. Gohan?" He stuttered nervously.

Gohan almost forgot about Nachi. He took a fighting stance again. "No matter if you defeated Frieza's soldier!" He shouted. "You're still not getting the dragon ball!"

Nachi sighed tiredly. "Honestly, your orb doesn't peek my interest anymore. My energy is drained from my earlier activities, chasing after you, and blasting a Devas-Beam." She shrugged one shoulder. "By all means, you can keep your ball… and face the wrath of Prince Vegeta."

Krillin paled at the thought of having to deal with the man who beat Goku into an inch of his life.

Gohan, noticing his friend's state, addressed Nachi. "Wait! What if we help you?" He offered.

Nachi raised an eyebrow. "And pray tell, how would you weaklings help me?"

Gohan bit his tongue to say anything about the rude remark. "You and Vegeta are collecting the dragon balls, right? Why don't we help each other? I mean, I know Frieza has most of them-"

Nachi cut him off abruptly. "You met Frieza?!" Her eyes wide.

Gohan looked over her expression. She genuinely looked shocked, and maybe even scared. "Not formally, no. He was going to kill Dende and I saved him before we did…"

"Dende?"

"A Namekian child."

Nachi closed her eyes, gritting her teeth. Really, she shouldn't feel this upset about the fact that Frieza almost killed a child. Didn't she just do the same earlier? But then…

She shook her head at her thoughts again. She wouldn't dwell on it, she refused.

She exhaled through her nose. "Fine, I will… work with you for now, but good luck convincing father. He doesn't work well with anyone."

Krillin piped in. "Well what about Goku's brother and the big guy?"

Nachi snorted, "Raditz was a nuisance and father said Nappa's intelligence level had no use for him."

As the trio made their way to the cave where the Namekian and human female resided, said female came out from the cave as soon as she caught sight of the males.

"You two! What took so long?! Do you have any idea what you two are putting me through?!" She shrieked. "Not that I mind Dende's company, but he isn't exactly a fighter to protect the both of us! And another thing-" She stopped, seeing a third member in their party. "… Who is this?"

The males laughed nervously. "Ah, Bulma… Meet Nachi." Krillin introduced.

Nachi boredly stared at the woman. Her hair was bright, something uncommon for Saiyans. She had a yellow and black outfit on, resembling the Earthling insect; the bee. She had a headband in her hair, and overall the woman was already annoying her. She didn't like her, not one bit.

Bulma's personality changed quickly. "Well hi Nachi! Finally, a girl. I'm surrounded by too much testosterone. Honestly-" Again, she stopped. She spotted a furry appendage wagging lazily behind the girl. "I-Is she a…"

Gohan followed her eyes and turned back sheepishly. "Yeah… she's a Saiyan."

"… Heh. Okay." She smiled blissfully, before abruptly fainting.

"BULMA!"

Once Bulma got over the fact that Nachi was a Saiyan, she tried making conversation with the girl. However, that plan went downhill when Nachi either responded with one-worded responses or with silence. She just sat there, curled up with the dragon ball in her hands.

Ironically, the only person she'd only respond well to is Gohan. Dende wouldn't get near her because he senses 'evil' in her, which isn't a lie. Krillin was too nervous around her and even if he did try to start a conversation, she bared her teeth at him and he backed off.

Perhaps it's the fact that Gohan was the only one who wasn't afraid of her, considering he's half her race. They talked about their childhoods, how he has an amazing father and mother, whose name is Chi-Chi. Something about the name rang in her mind, but she couldn't remember it and moved on. He revealed his dad had died before because of Raditz, but he came back with the dragon balls, which is why they're collecting them in the first place to revive their friends. She hadn't known the orbs could have that much power.

She revealed some happy details of her childhood, mainly memories of Vegeta and her mother. He asked where her mother was now, but she swiftly dodged the question and changed the subject. The memory was still too fresh in her mind. Luckily, he got the gist and they switched topics.

Hours of talking, she cracked her neck and stood, stretching out her limbs. "I'm going out for a walk." She stated, already walking towards the entrance with her hands behind her head. "I won't be long, just need some fresh air."

The others waved her off and she walked out the cave, exploring the grassy plains. She still couldn't grasp the planet's beauty, and resumed her activity when she first landed on the planet.

She kneeled near the clean water and scooped some in her hands, bringing it to her lips and sipping it. It was refreshing after not eating or drinking for longer than 24 hours.

After she hydrated herself a bit, she looked ahead and let her thoughts wander to her father.

What was he doing? Where was he? Did he… miss her just as much as she missed him?

She knew she had an attachment to her father. She was already a daddy's girl before the event happened, but ever since it happened, she was attached to the hip.

It's not like he complained… much. She knew it wasn't healthy, but she couldn't help it. He's all she has left in this universe, and she wasn't giving him up anytime soon.

So lost in her thoughts, she didn't sense the ki approaching her, or hear the footsteps behind her.

A hand wrapped around her mouth and a strong arm wrapped around her small torso.

Her eyes widened, and she panicked when she saw the pale green skin color of the arm.

"Well, well," a smooth voice cooed. "I found a little monkey playing in the water."

She screamed, flaring her ki to alert her father to let him know she was in trouble, while she thrashed around in his grip. He was nonchantly walking away with her in his arms as she bucked and squirmed in his arms.

"Frieza has been looking for favorite little pet," Zarbon stated with a malicious grin. "He'll be pleased to know that I found her, alive and well… for now."

With those words said, he hit a pressure point in her neck and her eyes rolled to the back of her head, limp and knocked out.

Vegeta had just gotten a dragon ball when he sensed his cub's ki. It was high and spiraling, and it set him on edge.

After a moment, it suddenly dropped into nothing.

He paled. "Nachi."