Piccolo's evil glare seemed to be plastered to his face. The levels of loathing and hatred and pure disgust seemed to fester in his facial expression.

"You want me to train that… thing," he sarcastically asked Niy as he pointed at Mia.

The purple youth just blinked once, her lashes slowly sweeping over those innocent blue eyes as she clung to Niy's leg.

Niy grimaced in distaste at the Namek's choice of words, but said, "I can tell you more than you ever wished to know, but Mia must be ready. This is as much as an inconvenience to me as it is to you, however; you are the best qualified for the job."

Piccolo's eyes focused on Niy's face since he couldn't bring himself to face the child's eyes. "If you're so worried about her why don't you train her?"

Niy frowned grew deeper as she hissed, "Because I must prepare someone else."

"Great," Piccolo said, "So there's another one of you I don't know about?"

"Perhaps," Niy spat, "And perhaps I'm just lying to you."

Piccolo grumbled, looked at the kid's puppy dog blue eyes, and muttered, "Fine. I will train the brat." He crossed his arms, steadied his weight and in a stronger voice continued, "Tell me everything."

Niy's eyes narrowed a little at his demanding tone of voice, but she recognized a fair bargain and said nothing. Instead, she decided to tell the truth, and cleared her throat.

"The being coming to the planet is evil. And you will perish. He goes by the name of The Emperor and he has created an empire that is organized, well-trained, and made completely up of fighters. Some are weaker than you, but many are strong, and he is the strongest of all. He has a grand vision of controlling and unifying the universe so that he can become a god. I truly wonder if he already has."

Niy closed her eyes as if some memory pained her, but her voice did not strain in the slightest and her story continued.

"The Emperor conquers by the galaxies. He has select fighters known as the Emperor's Hand. They do all his dirty work for him with their massive power. What inhabitants that refuse his orders are killed, and planets that retaliate are blown to pieces. There is no question of right or wrong with the Emperor. There is just the Emperor. I know this because of someone you once knew. Dr. Gero, my creator was if nothing else a misguided scientist and an outstanding liar. Before he was recognized for his scientific prowess, he acted as a spy, a politician, a thief. Anything the Emperor ordered that would help Dr. Gero gain respect. He kidnapped Mia from her home planet Relia and used her as blackmail to gain the power of the planet Relia's monarchy. She is the princess of the planet, which made her a potential hostage. It is some dark twist of fate that gave her into my hands. But enough. Now she is in yours. When the Emperor comes we will join forces with him and become part of his Hand. It is the only way we can survive and Mia must be trained enough before then."

Piccolo gaped in astonishment. This, this female hadn't backed down an inch from him during the fight. She hadn't lost her composure or her cool and he had been horrified at the depth of her power. And this freak fighter was giving up, sweating, admitting defeat right before his eyes?

She turned her back to him as if ashamed she had to admit she was weaker. Niy, however, was anything but stupid. She knew when she was outmatched. She stopped patting Mia's head and turned her head slowly toward Piccolo saying in a stronger tone, "But Mia is not ready and neither am I. Dr. Gero made another like me and I must prepare her to leave this planet if only for the sake we were made by the same creator. In reality I am doing you a favor. This being, however, is not a Namek like me. She is a Saiyan."

Piccolo stared at her, wide-eyed. A female Saiyan. Oh Kami, not another Vegeta.

"That's where you are wrong, freak,' a harsh voice taunted from in front of Niy's turned head. "Kakorrat, his son, my son, and I are the only Saiyans still alive. But I will be the first to show you the true power of the Saiyan race."

Vegeta and all of his ego sneered at Niy's frustrated glare. The devil, Vegeta, Prince of the Saiyans, had arrived.