Tarble waited in his room, his brother would return soon. He was excited for this trip, he was often left home due to his condition. Vegeta was the fighter. He on the other hand had been born with nothing. He was too weak, especially for someone of royal blood. He was a disgrace to his line, so much so that he was kept separate from everyone. The only people he saw throughout the day were his caretakers. Rarely did he see his mother and father. His brother made more of an effort with him though so there was that. Vegeta wasn't the most caring person he could ask for, but it was better than nothing.

His brother's visits usually consisted of the two talking. Mainly about Vegeta's training or Tarble's day, which could be a boring subject. Sometimes the older Saiyan Prince would bring his brother something from a concurred planet.

As of late the younger prince found himself working with the computers which covered his room. He had gotten very good at taking machines apart and putting them back together. The reason he had learned this was due to the fact that his caretakers refused to fix his toys or anything of his. Tarble had learned to keep his mouth shut about this talent. Saiyans were not handy. Well that's what they thought.

When Lord Frieza had asked for both of King Vegeta's children, his father was in shock, believing that he had hid his disgraceful child well. So both Vegeta and Tarble reported to a private room where he was introduced to the Frostian Prince. Tarble was terrified, his social skills were not as defined as his brothers.

As his father and Frieza spoke he remain quiet. He had lost track of the conversation, while his brother took in every single word. He wanted to ask Vegeta some questions before this but there had not been time. He was confused by everything. Every word, every movement, languages, heck he swore that they were talking in a different one from time to time. After looking at his food for the longest time he looked over to his brother only to find a look of disapproval looking back at him.

After the meal had finished he hoped to get back to his room, only to be interrupted by a guard from Frieza's army. He passed what looked like a scanner to the Frostian lord and he watched as the man equipped it, pressing a button on the side. The device began to spark and smoke came from the top.

"Hmm, these old scouters need replaced. This model is too old for the range they are trying to make them." Lord Frieza said removing the device. His father and brother were quick to agree.

Tarble on the other hand was fascinated by it. The only technology he ever got his hands on was the cheap toys he had in his room, most he couldn't use anyway, and the log computers. As his father and Frieza spoke, he found himself removing the cover and looking at the weave of wires. He found the short quickly, looking over all the wires, noting the colors of each wire and were it went. Five minutes into his work the scouter beeped to life, no longer shooting sparks. He smiled to himself, not noticing the three pairs of eyes on him, till he looked up. Three looks of shock staring at him. His father looked mad, his brother looked confused. Lord Frieza's shock turned into joy.

"Well, well, well…Tarble is it?" He nodded at the man. "Well Tarble I see that you have a gift with machines. How long have you been fixing things?"

Tarble looked down shuffling his feet. "As long as I remember." He mumbled, embarrassed from the sudden barrage of attention.

"Well how would you like to use your talent, to benefit my army of course?"

Tarble still stood there confused, this was a dream right. He looked up to his father and brother again seeing their eyes wide, they both looked just as confused as he did.

"There is a place you can stay, I believe that there is another Saiyan child there as well. A place where your mind can grow and you can work on machines all day long. How about it?" He smiled at the young prince.

"The boy is too young, Lord Frieza." His father finally spoke up.

"He well be fine Vegeta. He is a Saiyan."

"But.."

"I'm not asking you, I'm asking the child." Frieza snapped at the Saiyan Royal. "So Tarble what is your decision?"

Tarble looked to his brother, the younger Vegeta still looked confused by all this, but finally spoke. "Lord Frieza can I possibly see the place my brother will be staying?"

'Why off course, you may see the place, but unless he answers me he won't be going anywhere."

"I'll go." Tarble said looking back down to his feet. "Brother, you don't have to go, I'll be fine."

Frieza smiled down at the boy. "Well now that that is settled, why don't you get your things together?" Tarble nodded and left the room.

"Lord Frieza, I will still be going. I want to make sure as Saiyan Royalty that my brother gets the best treatment, especially if he is making battle equipment."

"Fine, you may come. I can't guarantee you will enjoy the trip with so many people outside of your comfort zone. Fighting is not allowed in my sister's court."

"He will be with Lady Zera?" His father jumped in.

"Why yes. You battle hungry monkeys have no idea how many children wish they could be a part of my sisters collection."

"Collection…..my brother is not a toy!"

"Vegeta! You will not talk that way to Lord Frieza!"

"Oh Vegeta, let the boy be, I'll let him see that Tarble is in no danger and then he can return here. I know how you monkeys bond, he just wants to make sure the weakling is in safe hands. Now if you excuse me I need to contact my sister with her new arrival and Prince Vegeta you need to pack." With that the Frostian Lord left.

Vegeta didn't like this. Something about all of this seemed off. All he knew was if the place wasn't safe there was no way Tarble would be staying there. He would make sure of it.

Tarble heard the door open and saw his brother with a bag over his shoulder.

"Come on we're going to be late." Vegeta said motioning to his brother to follow him.

They walked in silence to the ship. Lord Frieza waiting for them.

"Tarble why don't you go with Zarbon to your resting quarters? There are some books waiting for you. Vegeta, you come with me. I can't let your training slip can I?" Frieza said separating the boys.

Tarble followed the blue alien to his room, looking over to the table by the bed he saw mountain of books. Jumping on to the bed he picked up the first one thinking to himself 'Finally I found where I belong.'

To Be Continued…