Quite a conundrum.
Prince Vegeta strolled behind his father, his strong arms crossed over his chest. The processes of buying new slaves was a tedious one and he could not wait for it to be over so he could get back to training. Behind him a string of dark haired slaves walked. They came as a set to be used for breeding purposes. Turns out that humans and saiyans could produce young far stronger than ordinary pure blood saiyans. He glanced from side to side staring through the one way glass windows of the slave trading center. Something up ahead caught his eye and he looked up at it. A blue haired woman, glaring out around her. He didn't know why but she caught his attention. Or was it what was next to her. A large gray scaly tail flopped against the glass, a spike tapping on it.
"I thought this was a slave ship, what the hell is that thing doing here?" King Vegeta nodded at the scaly tail. They walked up to the window and saw the figure of the dragon held with in it. The king nodded at the window, ordering the slaver to open the door to the dragons room.
The door opened and fresh air rushed into the tiny room. Soul rolled over changing her form into something not as big. Her paws landed on the ground, tigers claws slightly extended. Soul looked at the open door and past the people standing around it.'Run.' She reached out to run, but Just behind a man with impossibly spiky hair, she saw a familiar face. She dashed forward, her form changing back into human. Soul collapsed into Hart's arms, sobbing into her chest. Soul felt her sisters arms gently close around her. 'Safe.' Or at least that's what she thought.
Soul felt her arm be grabbed as she was taken away from her sister for the second time that day. She couldn't take the separation again and turned to scream at the slave master holding her arm, fangs glistening in her mouth. Her mental state was still wild with anger and fear, she tried to bite the alien missing him by an inch.
Hart placed a large hand over Soul's eyes and drew her back into her arms. The small girl relaxed into her sisters sturdy form, when a loud voice broke her inner peace.
"What the fuck is this about?!" The man with spiky hair and a goatee mustache combo asked in a loud booming voice. He felt very commanding and she knew he was the man in charge.
"I'm sorry sir, we had no idea what we were brought, I'll take care of it right now!" The slave master fumbled with his belt and drew a hilt, with a click a long electric whip sprung to life and he raised his hand to strike at the sisters.
"There's no need for that." The younger of the two men said.
"Prince Vegeta?" The king looked at his son, "What are you planing?"
"When I was with Lord Frieza and his men I found that he has a certain affinity for keeping the last of a species with his group. Especially if they are powerful or unique." Vegeta gestured to Soul. "Seeing as this is the first we've heard of humans changing their forms it may be wise to keep her around."
"Are intending her as a gift to him?" The king raised an eyebrow.
"No that stuck up Icejin has his head too far up his own ass, if we start our own collection however, it may knock him down a few pegs. A great insult to tell him not to mess with the noblest race of warriors!" Vegeta smirked at the sisters, "We'll take the shape changer." The slave master nodded and clipped his electrowhip back to his belt.
A sense of dread filled Soul from the pit of her stomach, some how she felt that this was probably going to lead to a lot of unnecessary death later on. She prayed to Kami, the old guardian of earth, that she was wrong.