"Zarbon and Dodoria seem to be going down to the surface a little more than usual," Vegeta observed as he watched the hulky, pink figure of Dodoria lumber past.

"You don't think they've figured out… you know," Raditz asked, quietly. He cast his dark eyes around the circle.

"They couldn't know," Vegeta said, crossing his arms and tipping his chair back. "They're far too stupid for that. Frieza must need them down there to check on the idiots running the place."

Verspa said nothing. Frieza must be searching for the rest of the Saiyans. She didn't think he'd have much luck. Her father was clearly delusional and made up the whole thing. No Saiyan would have survived Frieza's attack; there was no way they could have seen it coming.

"Well, I hope they never figure it out," Raditz said, laying his head across his arms. "I'd really like to be able to see my parents again." Verspa rolled her eyes.

"You and your parents," she scoffed. Raditz threw her a dirty look. "What?" she asked defensively. "You're all weak because you actually care about each other. Your parents got married for Kai's sake."

"You don't know what it's like," Raditz said, his voice a dangerous quiet. "You don't know what it's like to be separated from your parents. You don't know what it feels like to never know if you'll get to see them again." He raised his head from its relaxed position, the muscles in his neck tensed.

"You're right I don't," Verspa said, keeping her eyes directly in line with Raditz's. "But sometimes I wish I did. It's less to worry about. It's nothing to get sentimental about."

"Both of you shut up," Vegeta said, letting his chair's front legs meet the floor. "We have more important matters at hand. I could really care less about your family life and my sister's distaste for it." Verspa removed her eyes from Raditz's face and turned to her brother. "We need to make sure that we're always one step ahead of Frieza. We have to make sure that he never finds out."

"But your father said-" Raditz began.

"I know what my father said. But I'm not going to just wait around for Frieza to figure it out. We need to keep our eyes and ears peeled," Vegeta had a look of determination in his face. Verspa pitied him; his heart belonged to the wrong side. Sooner or later, he was going to realize that his hope was based on nothing more than the intricate delusions of an old man.

She struggled against her captors, but Dodoria and Zarbon were too much for her. Frieza took in the look of fear upon the child's face for several more seconds. It had been quite a while since he'd seen such an exquisite look of pure fear.

"I just love houseguests," Frieza said, mockingly. He took a few steps forward. The girl whimpered, her tail flicking nervously back and forth. "What are you doing alive my dear girl?" he asked. His face was inches away from hers. Her big dark eyes were looking another direction, avoiding eye contact at all costs. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look. "I said what are you doing alive?" The girl whimpered again, but began to speak in a timid voice.

"I-I-I just g-got back f-from a mi-mission," she said. Her whole body was quivering in fear. It was quite a glorious sight.

"I don't think so," Frieza said, releasing the girl's face. "There are no more Saiyan space pods. Zarbon and Dodoria didn't run across any." He crossed his arms, waiting for the girl to tell him what he wanted. Instead, she simply whimpered quietly and avoided eye contact. Frieza struck the girl across the face. She let out a sharp cry of pain.

"I think you'd better tell Frieza what he wants to hear," Zarbon advised the Saiyan, still holding her arm with a merciless grip. She looked around at all three of her captors with pleading eyes.

"But that's th-the truth," she said. Her lip was bleeding and beginning to swell. Frieza sighed. He could do a lot more damage to this pest, and every fiber of his being longed to do so. He had to remind himself that killing her would do him no good. He needed information about the tunnels from her. That's where she'd come from, he knew it. If he took his time, this fool would lead him straight to the other Saiyans. She was a mere child. Breaking her spirit couldn't take too long.

"You monkeys never were good liars," Frieza laughed at her. "Tell me, girl. Where on Vegeta are you hiding?" Once again, she avoided his gaze. She radiated fear. She began to bite her swollen, bleeding lip, only making it bleed more. "Suddenly we're not so talkative, are we?" he asked her. "That can easily be remedied. I have lovely lodgings prepared for you. Perhaps I'll feel kind enough to come and visit you in the morning." He turned his gaze to Zarbon and Dodoria. "Take her to the lower levels," he commanded. The lower levels of his ship were used primarily for storage and hardly any one ventured down there, so the captive Saiyan had less of a chance to be discovered.

Frieza was feeling calm once more. This girl was his key. She could only stand so much pain, and then she'd give up all her secrets. Frieza almost hoped it would take the girl a long time to snap. He was enjoying this far too much.