Nappa was extremely ticked off upon arrival to Frieza's command ship to learn that Frieza, himself wasn't even aboard AND that he and Prince Vegeta were required to wait for his arrival. Nappa threw his hands in the air, yelling at Zarbon, "I don't like having our time wasted, you putz!"
Zarbon, remained strangely quiet and refused to look at either of the Saiyans. "Nappa, I must inform you, and the Prince, that we have a state-of-the-art training facility on this ship. Feel free to use it." For some reason, Zarbon's attitude rubbed Nappa the wrong way, "What the hell are you saying? I can't understand any of your fancy-pants words, girly-man!" Zarbon suppressed a smile while Vegeta commented under his breath, "He's saying, you big idiot, that the training room here is a good one - one of the best." Young Vegeta then turned to Zarbon, "We accept your offer to use the training facility. Let's hope it lives up to its reputation. I doubt there have been any strong Saiyans using it. We'll try not to destroy it." Zarbon rolled his eyes and winced that he couldn't comment back to the little smart-ass. Nappa frowned pointedly at Zarbon as he and Vegeta exited the room. He thought about killing him.
In the days that followed, Nappa and Vegeta settled into a routine on the command ship. They were both eager to have their meeting with Frieza and return home, mainly because there was a serious lack of respect toward them. Neither Nappa nor Prince Vegeta were used to that. Needless to say, they didn't like it.
Entry 1107 - While Prince Vegeta and I were on a diplomacy mission to Lord Frieza's command ship, our home planet, Planet Vegeta, was destroyed. A freaking meteorite? I cannot believe it. In fact, I refuse to believe it! Hear me when I say this, I will hunt down whoever did this and destroy them. The little brat and I are quite possibly the only Saiyans left now. That is depressing.
In the following days, everyone showed respectful silence toward the two Saiyans. Frieza eventually returned and requested an audience with them. He assured them they would always be considered a part of his elite force and there would always be a place for them within his domain. Nappa noticed, as did the Prince, that Frieza neglected to show sorrow for their loss - verbally or otherwise. Nappa didn't care at first until the Prince informed him that Frieza's behavior was going against leadership protocol. Nappa still didn't quite understand but decided that since Vegeta was pissed, he should be pissed too. After all, King Vegeta was now dead. In the General's mind, that meant the Prince just became his new boss.
It also briefly crossed the General's mind that if the Prince were to die - then he wouldn't have to answer to anybody… but just as he was thinking that, Frieza sent one of his minions to request the Saiyans' presence. "Dammit" thought Nappa, "Forgot about the purple freak. Maybe the kid's not so bad after all."
Entry 1108 - Well Frieza has ordered that the kid's training resume. We got the state-of-the-art training facility all to ourselves every day, so that's kind of cool. I gotta hand it to the little guy - he's taking everything in stride. I don't know how I would feel if I were in his place, losing everything. But, well… I guess the kid's all right in my book. He's pretty smart.
Entry 1109 - You are not gonna believe this, I swear on my life what I'm about to write here is true! Lord Frieza ordered me to let Prince Vegeta spar with some Saibamen, and the kid won! Easily defeated my top five Saibamen without breaking a sweat! Oh ho ho ho! Ya should have seen it, I tell ya! That's some good fighting right there! The little guy is gonna grow up to be a formidable opponent for sure. And why not? He's got the best of the best training him. Outside of Frieza, I daresay, I'm the strongest and baddest around… of the Saiyans, technically. Whatever.
Nappa was having a hard time keeping up with his diary. In some ways, he felt he should give it up. The old doctor was dead now so what was the use, really. But after some more thought, Nappa realized it did indeed give him an outlet for his grievances, thoughts and feelings. So he decided to keep up with it even though it was harder to write due to the fact he now had to share a room with His Majesty. He usually just waited until Vegeta went to shower and then hurried up and scribbled in his entries.
Life slowly began to change for the two Saiyans. Frieza sometimes joined in on the training sessions. Nappa thought he was a bit too hard on the boy but wisely said nothing. Nappa rarely sparred with Vegeta anymore, he mainly showed him techniques and watched his back. He sent his fair share of fighters to the medical facility but nothing compared to the damage Vegeta would do. However, at various times, it was Vegeta going to the healing tanks. Usually after sparring with Frieza or Zarbon. Nappa noticed there was genuine hatred between Zarbon and Vegeta. He secretly hoped his fellow Saiyan would just kill the pretty boy. He'd do it himself, but for some reason, Frieza only allowed Nappa to instruct when it came to sparring. Something others noticed too.
"Well, well, well, the Mighty Nappa looks frustrated." Zarbon jeered. "What do you say, Lord Frieza, shall we let the old brute have a go?" He casually moved aside as two aliens in uniform picked up the stretcher that carried an unconscious Vegeta. Nappa scowled menacingly at Zarbon. "I would love nothing more, my friend." He rubbed his hands together in anticipation. The two warriors squared off, but Frieza interrupted them. "Since Prince Vegeta won't be needing you as his personal bodyguard for awhile, I think I'll place you on the next purging team." Frieza smiled at Nappa then glared at Zarbon, "That should help the General release some of his frustrations, don't you think, Zarbon?" Zarbon turned red with anger but answered smoothly, "Excellent idea, my liege." Nappa grinned at him as he and Frieza walked away.
Entry 1110 - My babysitting days are finally over! I'm off to destroy a planet! Hells to Da Yeah! Time to get my APE ON! Man, I tell you, there is nothing more satisfying than destroying stuff.