Vegeta rushed at his sister, his blood boiling. Never had he been so infuriated. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Raditz moving forward to help.

"Don't move," he spat. "If anyone is going to kill her, it's going to be me." Verspa laughed. She wasn't defending herself from her brothers' impending attack.

"You're getting a little eager, aren't you?" she asked as she easily dodged his first attack. So she was resorting to taunting him now. He bellowed with rage and turned to attack again. "You'd think you'd show a little sympathy to your own flesh and blood," she laughed. This time Vegeta's blow clipped her jaw. He smiled slightly.

"That didn't stop you from slaughtering our father, did it?" he asked. Her once calm eyes now spat fire. Her lips twisted into a wicked smile as she rushed towards him. He dodged the frantic ki attacks that she launched in his direction.

"He deserved to die," she said. "He was weak. No weak Saiyan should be allowed to survive." She kicked at Vegeta's head, missing her target, but catching his shoulder. He quickly grabbed onto her ankle and twisted, causing her to lose her balance and crash to the ground.

"Is that why you're going to kill me?" he asked, digging his heel into her chest. "Because I'm weak?" He folded his arms and smiled down at her.

"You're not weak," she wheezed, "You're simply an imbecile. And you're in my way." She grimaced at the pain in her chest, but managed to guide her knee into her brother's groin, immediately freeing her from his grip. She stood quickly, preparing another attack.

Vegeta quickly regained his composure, dodging his sister's next attack just in time. The two of them hadn't actually fought in quite some time. When they were younger, they used to spar together, vehemently refusing to spar with Raditz. Vegeta had always respected his sister's strength, and even admired that it rivaled his own physical prowess. Now he was merely irritated. As the two of them moved quickly, trading blows and barely missing others, his sister's fighting style came back to him. It was quite helpful, yet very distracting. He remembered all of her favorite attacks as well as some of the flaws in her form. Yet, at the same time, the memories distracted him.

When he had sparred with his sister, the two of them were young and excited. As far as they knew, they still belonged to a strong, thriving, powerful race. Verspa was the only person of Frieza's ship that Vegeta allowed himself to trust. At the time, it was the same for Verspa as well. On their first mission, which was quite successful, the two had remained by each others' side, making quick work of delivering the planet to Frieza. When they had received the news that their planet had been destroyed, Verspa proposed an idea to him. Since they were among the few remaining Saiyans, they had to do their best to become the strongest and most powerful Saiyans that had ever lived. He wondered where his sister's innocent desire for strength had gone. She didn't merely desire strength anymore. She was obsessed with the idea of becoming the most powerful being in the universe. Frieza, the leader that Vegeta had once admired, had poisoned his sister's mind. Vegeta was grateful that he had escaped such a fate. However, more than any physical pain, it hurt that he couldn't make his sister see his side. It hurt that she had finally found something that was more important to her than he was. His pain was converted to rage, and fired his actions.

He interrupted their smooth battle by catching her in the stomach with his fist. She staggered backwards. Vegeta was on auto-pilot; he raised his hands and sent a series of powerful ki blasts in her direction. Before he could assess the damage he'd done to her, he zoomed forward. He couldn't think. He didn't have time to think. When the smoke cleared from his ki blasts, Vegeta came to his senses, finally beginning to observe his surroundings. His arm had found its way through his sister's stomach. She was staring at him, wide-eyed, and clutching at his arm. Vegeta immediately felt sorrow and regret for slaughtering his sister, but he reminded himself that it had to be done.

He studied her face, so similar to his own. Her high forehead was drenched in sweat, her wild black hair was sticking out at nearly every angle, and her dark eyes were losing their depth. Her lips, which usually held an expression of superiority or defiance, were merely parted in shock. At their corner, Vegeta could see a trickle of scarlet seeping down the side of her face. He was too numb to remove his arm from her core and merely let it remain there, embedded in his sister's body.

"V-Vegeta," she whispered. Her horrified expression was sure to haunt him for the rest of his life.

"I'm sorry," he whispered back, finally finding the strength to wrench his arm out of his sister. She slumped forward on her knees. Her eyes never left his. She was staring in his direction. He was the last thing she ever saw. Her eyes glazed over becoming empty and hollow. Vegeta backed away from his sister's lifeless form. Once more Raditz moved forward.

"Vegeta," he said softly, "I'm so sorry." Vegeta tried to put on a calloused front. He merely shrugged his shoulders and went to rejoin the group.

"I did what had to be done," he said over his shoulder. He saw Raditz gently pick up Verspa's body. There was a look in his comrade's eye that Vegeta hadn't often seen written on the face of a Saiyan. Kakarot's parents were the only fools he had ever seen share that look. Perhaps Raditz had always looked at his sister that way, but this was the first time he'd noticed. Raditz rested his forehead against the dead princess', muttering something softly. Vegeta wished he could show the same kind of sorrow and regret, but his pride was stopping him. The pride that his sister had managed to damage beyond repair.

"What are you all standing around for?" he asked as he neared his companions. "You heard Verspa. She called for back-up. Her reinforcements could arrive any moment, and you Earthlings are hardly prepared for what's coming. Tien, you're sparring with me. The rest of you might want to find a sparring partner as well." He continued past the group, eventually hearing Tien's reluctant footsteps behind him.

Vegeta's mind should be concentrated on battle, but it was far away from any known galaxy. He had just destroyed the one thing that meant the world to him.