Disclaimer: Nope. Still no Saiyan ring on my finger.

Nobody seemed to notice how the saiyans, who were always extremely rushed and punctual, took a few extra minutes to settle in their pods. Nobody seemed to notice, either, how Radditz smirked and Vegeta glared at the nothingness more than usual. In reality, the group from the future was trying to settle into the pods. Bulla sat on Radditz's legs and rolled her eyes at how the older boy smirked at her. Trunks had to hover inside the pod, hunching so he didn't hit the pod with his head. Once the pods blasted off, they'd change sets and Vegeta would sit on him, judging by how much heavier Trunks was in comparison to Vegeta. Goku hovered as well, so he didn't have to move the chest for the time being, and he carried Bulma with him.

The pods finally closed and left the base. Trunks noticed Vegeta's sigh, but didn't comment on it. He just shifted and sat on the big leather-like seat, with Vegeta sitting on his knees and looking out the window.

'Entering stasis in 5… 4… 3… 2… Sleeping gas activated."

"Wake up." The childlike voice sounded in his ear. Trunks scratched his forehead and blinked a few times, looking at the tiny prince sitting on his legs.

"Are we there yet?"

"No." Vegeta said. "It's three days from the base to the planet, so the pod wakes us up halfway there to have a snack."

"Right." Trunks said, his voice cloudy with sleep. "Then what?"

"The stasis will reactivate in about ten minutes." The child answered. He handed Trunks some kind of bar wrapped in silver paper and grabbed one for himself.

Meanwhile, Bra was blushing. She didn't know she would have to be awake while she shared a cramped pod with the hot, annoying young Saiyan. Radditz leaned over and opened the small compartment below the chair. He gave Bulla one bar.

"What is this?" she asked as she watched him tear the wrap and drive it into his mouth.

"It's a Power Bar. It's the equivalent of a standard meal. Saiyans have to eat at least three to feel satisfied. Unfortunately they usually pack only two and I'm forced to give the extra one to you." He said.

"Well, thank you, then." She said, biting into it. She swallowed it with a wince. "What the… This tastes awful!"

"I know. And they're fucking expensive." Radditz said. "We'll be entering stasis again in a while."

"Why did we wake up anyway?" she asked.

"The pods deactivate the gas automatically after a number of hours." He said.

"Radditz… you don't think you'll need to kill anyone or anything, right?" she asked.

"As much as I hate to admit it, it's an errand, not a purging mission. As long as they don't piss the little devil off…"

"What if they do?"

"Then he'll kill them."

Bulla sighed. "That would be bad."

"Please, try to convince the good-heart in me of not killing innocent people." Radditz said sarcastically.

"I don't mean bad for them. They're already dead anyway…"

"What?"

"Uh… Oh… Uh, nothing. I mean, if they piss Vegeta off they're already dead. Right?" she said, nervous. Radditz noticed but didn't say anything. "It would be bad because Goku wouldn't like it. He's very… serous when it comes to justice and stuff."

"And what will he do about it?"

"Let's just say you're not going to like it."

Radditz scoffed.

"Reactivating gas: 5… 4… 3… 2… 1"

PRESENT

"What is taking so long?" Vegeta said, barging into the old man's lab.

"It is more complicated than what I thought, Vegeta." Dr. Briefs said. "It will take longer than this, Vegeta. Much longer." He looked up and saw how Vegeta drove his fists into his eyes. "But I'm sure Bulma is trying to fix the machine back there. Are you sure it took her just a month to build it with the blueprints and everything? This looks like and extremely complex job."

"I… I don't know." He admitted. "I think it was a month… but I really never paid much attention to it. It could've been more."

Dr. Briefs sighed and stretched his back. "I know you're worried, Vegeta, but they're alright. Really. Goku and Trunks are with them."

"You don't know anything, old man." Vegeta said.

Dr. Briefs sighed and got up. "I'm gonna catch a little break, Vegeta."

"What? But you have to keep working on it!"

"I need to rest. If I don't, I'll make clumsy mistakes and take longer."

"Then don't rest too long. We can't lose much more time, old man."

Dr. Briefs sighed as he walked up to the door. "Vegeta, I'm worried as well. It's my daughter and my grandsons we're talking about here… but we have to be patient and have faith."

"It's easy for you to say." Vegeta growled. "I'm not used to things getting down the path I want."

"You should rest as well, son." Dr. Briefs said before walking out the door. Vegeta sighed and followed him outside.

PAST

To say that they were nervous was an understatement. It may have been just a cargo mission, but both Bulla and Bulma remembered clearly what Frieza had said about Planet Yarned not being the Saiyan's biggest fan. The pods landed on a base installed in the middle of the planet. Vegeta frowned as he looked outside and saw three Yarnedians standing there. They were humanoid creatures with horns protruding from their temples and white, furry tails waving behind them. The pods opened slowly and they stepped out. The faces of the Yarnedians twisted into expressions of hatred.

"We didn't know Lord Frieza would send stinky monkeys to deliver our payment." One of them, who, judging by his long, red cape and the brilliant crown on his head, was the king, said. The prince trembled in rage, but tried to calm himself. It wasn't worth the beating.

"Let's get this over with, Yarnedian." Vegeta said. "We don't want to be here either."

Radditz grabbed the chest with the payment from Goku's hands and walked over to step next to his prince.

"Follow me." The king said. "We'll count."

The Yarnedian king led the way with his two minions following him and their counterparts close behind. The saiyans had their tails around their waists as far as they would go, and Radditz's knuckles were white from the way he was clenching the chest. There was an awful feeling of foreboding in the air as they exited the base and the king tossed his head to the side to indicate that they were supposed to fly. Goku carried Bulma and Trunks decided to carry Bulla, since she was much slower than the rest and would get behind.

"So, tell me, Prince Vegeta" the king said, looking back at the tiny prince. "Why are you and your men doing Frieza's errands?"

"Because Frieza knows that I could kill you with a flick of my wrists if you cause any trouble." The prince hissed.

"I don't doubt that one bit." The king answered. "I'm just a bit surprised. I heard your planet was destroyed by a meteor some time ago. How tragic." He said, chuckling. Vegeta's eyebrow twitched. "But I surely didn't expect the prince, of all people, to end up working for Lord Frieza. I guess we're in the same boat now, huh?"

"We're not in the same boat, yarnedian." The prince said. "We may be working for Frieza now, but if you piss him off it will be me who'll have the privilege of destroying your little mudball and killing your women and children before your eyes."

"Brute and gory like your father." The king answered. "And I thought that the destruction of planet Vegeta would've ridded me of such foul words."

"Well, unfortunately for you, king, I am still alive."

"Yes, you and your two friends over there. How unfortunate." The kind said, mocking.

"It won't be long before he does the same to you, yarnedian king." The prince said. "And I only hope it will be us who'll be sent to purge everything here."

They finally landed next to an enormous palace, very similar to the one King Vegeta had, except this one was fancier in design. Three tall towers surrounded a smaller one which held the big entrance carved in something akin to gold. They walked up to the door and two guards opened it for them to pass. They had masks, so they didn't notice the expression of utter surprise and disgust that crossed their faces when the saiyans entered. An enormous throne flanked by two sets of blue-and-red stairs greeted them, and the king sat gracefully on his seat. A man who was patiently waiting behind the throne – possibly the king's counselor – walked over to Radditz and grabbed the chest with an expression of hatred and disgust. Vegeta growled and his tail lashed angrily behind him as the man took the chest away. They weren't going to count the money in front of them.

"This won't take too long." The king said. "Which is good. The scent of monkeys is contaminating my elegant palace."

"Call me monkey again and your planet won't live to witness another sunrise, yarnedian."

"I'm sorry. Do excuse me, prince. It's force of habit."

The little prince growled and crossed his arms, opening his mental channels. Any Saiyan around him could now hear his thoughts and he could receive thoughts from the others as well. He didn't know that Goku was a full Saiyan as well.

"Nappa, Radditz. He is too confident. He knows we can't harm him and I'm sure he's planning something."

Goku gasped a little as he looked down at Vegeta. Was the prince talking…? Why was his voice inside his head?

"I noticed." Nappa said suddenly. "We have to be aware. Don't let him get on your nerves."

"So, tell me, little prince. How is it that you ended up in Frieza's ranks?"

"What do you care?" he growled.

"Let me guess. You had nowhere to go when Vegeta-sei exploded. It's a pity your father passed away. I had been informed that the prince was alive but I didn't know he had two… babysitters." He said. "And who would've thought that Frieza would let a baby on his ship."

"I'm not a baby." He said. "I can rip your throat out."

"I never said your couldn't, now did I?" the king said. "I just said that you are just a child, and I couldn't imagine a boy of your age working for Frieza. Does he pamper you like your father did?"

Vegeta growled. "I am not a child to be pampered. I am a soldier."

"That is so cute." The king chuckled.

"I am not cute!" the child answered back.

"Let's face it, Vegeta. You are Frieza's… pet."

Pet. That word. Vegeta hated it with passion. He showed his canines and crouched low into a fighting stance, his tail lashing angrily behind him.

"I AM NOT FRIEZA'S PET!" he screamed.

"Prince Vegeta." Nappa said in an attempt to suit him.

"Oh, my. I thought Frieza had tamed you but I see I was wrong." The king mused.

And that did it.

The tiny prince's body got engulfed in flames as he screamed and he launched himself at the king. The yarnedian's eyes widened as the tiny prince landed a kick on his face, which sent him sprawling to the floor. Before anyone could do anything, Vegeta had the king pinned to the wall and was prepared to punch his face right off. He growled when he heard guards approaching to defend their king, but the man lifted a gloved hand as he stared into the eyes of the little boy.

"So full of hatred…" he said. "It must've hurt." He looked at his guards. "Don't hurt the boy. I assume I am correct, and he is more than just a soldier to Lord Frieza. If we hurt a soldier, that'd be bad, but if we hurt his little… prince, he'd destroy our planet. Am I right, child?"

"No. You couldn't lay a finger on me or my men and if you did, it would be me who'd destroy the planet."

"And then Lord Frieza would… punish you, I guess. He wouldn't kill you. There's a reason why he kept you, isn't there?"

The prince didn't have time to answer, because a man came walking calmly into the Throne Room. He looked at the scene but didn't comment on it.

"Your Majesty, the payment is complete."

"Isn't that just the best news?" he said. The prince released his iron grip and landed back on the floor.

"We're leaving now." He said.

"Send my regards to Lord Frieza."

"You want me to kiss his feet for you as well?" the prince muttered without stopping or turning around.

The king heard him, but didn't answer.

"Well, that went surprisingly well." Radditz said. "I thought we were gonna have to kill a few yarnedians."

"Frieza wouldn't allow that and I'd end up paying for it." Vegeta said.

"You almost killed their king." Goku said.

"Almost." Vegeta said. "They don't deserve to leave but this is Frieza's ally to judge. My father would have killed them long ago."

"Let's get out of here." Bulla said. "I have a bad feeling about – "

"Vegeta" Frieza's scratchy voice sang in his ear. The prince's scouter-covered eye twitched.

"Lord Frieza."

"I trust the mission went well?"

"Yes, sir. We're on our way back."

"Well, isn't that most unexciting? I thought the yarnedians would get on you, my dear prince."

"They didn't. We're efficient."

Frieza chuckled. "Well, then I'm waiting here for you, my prince."

"We're on our way, master."

"Master Frieza." Zarbon said. "The cameras have already been installed in the prince's quarters."

"Really, now?" Frieza hissed. "That is superb. The little prince is on his way back. Nobody can tell him that, understood?"

"Yes, sir."

"I'll consider installing them on every room, but as of now, my little pet will be our guinea pig. Speaking of our little soldier, hand me my scouter, will you? I need to give him a call."

A/N:There you go. Thanks for your reviews and keep on reviewing!

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