Be kind! This is a Vegeta fic, and I'm not too sure what's going to happen but (corny voice) you can bet its gonna be good, he he he. anyway, please R&R and you can mail me at princess_snake_@hotmail.com ( hope u enjoy!

Don't sue, me, although I don't have a job, I am not ripping DB off and making millions from my great (yeah, whatever) fanfiction, and I don't have anything you want any way.

PS. Italics means thought ~Italics with this weird squiggly thing means telekinesis (mind to mind)~ "Speech marks means speech (duh)" ===============================================================

"We have a new prisoner sire." A low class guard said, his voice trembling slightly from actually talking to his 'great master'.

"Oh?" Freeza said, he was lounging in his throne, a high backed bluish silver coloured chair decorated with spikes that twisted behind him like fire, he sipped a thick sticky looking reddish purple drink from a crystal wine glass.

Three officers were also standing in the throne room. One of them was a handsome man, his hair was emerald green and waist length, it cascaded down to his waist and was held out of his face in a thick plait, even so perfect short strands of hair flicked in his face. His skin was a lighter version of the same green and he was wearing black spandex and the white-and-gold armour that all of the elites wore, but thrown almost carelessly over his shoulders was a black cape with Freeza's insignia on the buckle at his left shoulder. He was tall and was scowling at the guard in an uncharacteristic manner, which made the guard tremble even more. Standing beside him was a shorter man, his skin was a bright almost eye-smarting shade of magenta, his body was round and podgy, he was also dressed in white-and-gold armour and black spandex, but he had no cape and a much less commanding aura, small blunt spikes stuck out at even places across his skull, his face always seemed to carry an ugly look and today was no different, his face was twisted slightly in to a scowl as he regarded the low class guard with contempt, as he did for most people with a lower power level than himself. The third man was hardly a man at all, still a boy-child under most species, he was about sixteen years old, she was shorter than both of the other men, even with his shock of coal-black hair that stuck directly up, his eyes blazed in silent fury as they always seemed to, and a seemingly permanent scowl was plastered across his forehead. Dressed in blue spandex and the same white-and-gold armour he carried himself with such self- assurance that people treated him with more respect than most of the other elites.

The guard hovered slightly in the doorway. "W-would you like to see her?" The guard said his voice trembling even more. Freeza paused and stopped rolling the wine in its glass, he cocked his head slightly. Then sighing he said, in a calm cultured voice. "I believe so." There was no scuffle, no angry words or hollow threats from the prisoner as there were so often, there weren't even tear-stained cheeks or red eyes, or trembling lips that usually came from any prisoners who entered silently, there was only firm soft foot falls and the light chink of metal. The two guards who had been holding the girl by her arms backed away as soon as she had entered the room. A few moments had passed with the four men studying the calm composed girl until Freeza snapped: "You may leave." And the guards scuttled away.

The girl standing before them was chained by the neck, wrists and ankles, the chains were held in place with thick heavy collars. Each of the collars had a small white stone set in the middle, the three officers, who had all had the unpleasant experience of wearing those collars, knew that they restrained the Ki of the fighter who wore them.

"Can I take these off now?"

She said in a cool voice that had the lilt of an accent none of the warriors could place, without waiting for an answer she tugged her wrists slightly. The grotesque pink warrior, name Dadoria began to chuckle at this.

"Girl"

He said through giggles

"You are going to have to try a little harder to get them off." And after these words shut up. Silenced in disbelief he watched the two wrist and neck bands fall to the marble floor with a dull thunk, closely followed by the ankle bands.

Vegeta, the coal haired boy-child surveyed the girl with new interest. She stood; at about his height (5"3) she had shoulder length tangled curly hair that shone in the light with a purple tint. Her skin was the colour of milk, except on her cheeks where a peach-blossom glow touched them lightly. Her wrists, shoulders and the insides of her elbows had to be the most delicate looking part of her body, that looked as if the could be snapped easier than you could snap a dry twig. Her eyes were tilted and framed by heavy, thick, dark lashes, and were a dark purple colour as well. Her mouth was small, and her lips were a little plump and cherubic.

Vegeta took this opportunity to take a quick glance at Freeza's expression while he could, his face was had a look of fury and confusion written across it. Dadoria had a look of almost total shock and confusion and Zarbon seemed to be trying to regain his footing. Vegeta had already quickly realised that she was probably stronger than Zarbon, Dadoria the thus stronger then himself, Vegeta, who usually disliked fighters stronger than himself decided that in her case he didn't really mind, seeing how well she had wrong footed Freeza was already winning her the respect of the young warrior.

"How did you do that?"

Freeza said as soon as he had recovered, trying to sound uninterested.

"And moreover some of my strongest fighters cannot break free of Ki cuffs, how is it that you manage to and yet are captured by low class guards?"

There was a long pause; the girl seemed to be considering each of the men in the room. As she locked her purple eyes with Vegeta's deep coal ones Vegeta had a sickening sensation of her gazing into his soul had he had a horrible moment of complete vulnerability as she looked through his defences with her cool eyes.

"Who said I was captured?"

The girl said, her voice was soft and breezy, and again there was the lilt of the odd accent. She began to wander around the room looking at vaguely things on the walls.

"Ask your men, if I was captured, see what they say."

Vegeta could barely contain his laughter at watching this strange girl, who was definitely no older than him ordering The Great Freeza around. Freeza gave a swift look to Zarbon, who clicked the communication button on his scouter and snapped.

"Guard!"

"Y-yes, s-sir"

The familiar stuttering voice of the guard came through the scouter, Vegeta rolled his eyes, that really pissed him off, how people so spineless ever became part of Freeza's army he never knew.

"The prisoner you just brought in, did she put up any resistance to arrest?"

"N-no, sir. S-she came quietly."

"That is all." Maybe if they hadn't been in the presence of Freeza Zarbon would have said thank you, but he didn't, he simply flicked off the communications button.

"See." The girl said simply, "I wasn't captured. But that is besides the point," She said, suddenly changing the topic, "The point is what are you going to do with me now that I am here. May I have a chair please?" Freeza nodded and telekinetically raised a chair from the corner of the room to sit in front of him.

"Thank you," She said, gracing him with a small smile, she sank gracefully into the chair.

"So, what may I call you by?" Freeza asked politely.

"Do you ask all you prisoners their name?" She questioned back. Oh she's good Vegeta thought She's not giving any thing away until she wants to, and she's doing it so well. It was true, her voice was always soft and polite, not raising even slightly, but not in a monotone.

"I must admit that I do not." Freeza said. "But something tells me that you are not just another prisoner."

"Then you are right, because I am not 'just another prisoner' but my name in common is Kia."

"Zarbon, scan Kia on your scouter." Zarbon touched another button on the scouter and waited, through the green glass the two other fighters and Freeza watched the yellow figures dance until they settled, Zarbon raised his perfect eyebrows in disbelief.

"Well?" Freeza snapped.

"She-she registers at ummmm."

"Get on with it, all your doing is reading a number!"

"Yes, she registers at 500,000." (okay okay okay, I had no idea about power level actual numbers, but you should see how it works in relation to every one else's as we go along, okay? Good, on with the fic!) Vegeta snapped around and looked at Zarbon sharply, Dadoria looked at the girl doubt fully after he had recovered.

"Zarbon, are you sure? She's just a child, and a female at that."

"I'm positive, look for yourself then." He snapped angrily. Dadoria did and found his scouter getting the same reading.

"That is impossible." Dadoria said, "She just a female child!" He repeated. He was beginning to get worked up; Vegeta had had just about enough of this.

"It is obviously not impossible, as she clearly had a power level of 500,000 so shut up."

"Nicely said, well done Prince." Kai said, flashing his a quick smile. Vegeta caught him self just before he smiled back.

"I wish to be trained by this-this, by Kia." He finished, he was going to say woman, but it didn't sound like the right way to address someone younger than him.

"You wish to be trained by a woman?" Dadoria asked, as if he thought the idea was ludicrous.

"I'm still here you know, beach-ball!" Kia's voice snapped angrily. "I'm willing to be polite but I am not going to be talked down to by someone so much weaker than me, physically and mentally." Dadoria snarled furiously. And Kia glared back.

"May I remind you Dadoria," Freeza's cut glass voice said smoothly. "That on Planet Cold women are usually stronger than males except in rare cases where an exceptionally strong male is born. And the men fight to earn there women, and it is the woman who makes the final choice and women leave there men if they are weak, no man has a right to divorce there woman unless it is mutually agreed." Freeza descended elegantly from the cruel looking throne. Vegeta felt an odd metallic taste rise in the back of his throat as he watched the gentlemanly figure, with his smiling face and cruel and merciless eyes.

"Your race sounds very intelligent." Kia said bowing to Freeza. "I apologise for my bad temper, but if Dadoria" She shot him a venomous glare. "Has a problem then I would be happy to resolve it in the fighting rink."

"Would you like to train the young Prince Vegeta, he is a very promising student." Freeza asked.

"I would be happy to." She said. Twisting her head slightly she shot Vegeta a look of triumph. ~We have a lot to discuss~ Her voice echoed through his head as she was escorted but a stuttering guard to her new quarters.

Well hope you thought it was just a little bit good, please R&R or mail me! (

PS. Soz about names being spelt wrong!