"You show too much compassion towards that girl, Vegeta. It shows weakness, and will be the death of you."

Fifteen-year-old Vegeta looked up at his father, ashamed. He was right of course- Saiyans were not supposed to be compassionate, not towards anyone... not even their little sisters. As his father continued to speak, Vegeta looked back at the girl in his arms, his sister. She was not even a year old, yet she had a full head of black hair and their mother's brown eyes shown brightly. And whenever she looked at Vegeta, she smiled like he was the only person she cared about.

Around her neck was a silver necklace with a winged heart charm, her name engraved on the front and it's meaning on the back. Vegeta made sure that the best jeweler on Vegeta-sei worked on the necklace, and told them the necklace had to be perfect. Perfect it was- when Vegeta gave it to his sister, her eyes lit up and she giggled happily as he put it around her neck. Unusual for a seven month old girl, but Saiyans were anything but usual.

"Are you listening to me, Vegeta?!" his father yelled, causing the baby in Vegeta's arms to cry. Vegeta held the girl close.

"Shut up!" he yelled at his father. "You've made Gokéa cry!" The Saiyan King scowled at his Vegeta, then stormed away, angered that his wife bore him a second child that, unfortunately, ended up being a girl. And now the little wench was turning a once proud, brave fighter into a yowamiso, a weakling. Love did that to even the strongest Saiyan warrior- it was annoying.

Vegeta, meanwhile, had taken his young sister to her room and placed her in her crib. She had this habit of curling up in a ball, right next to the bars of the crib, and wrapping her tail around her body much like a tiger would do. He chuckled-his sister would have a heart like a tiger, much like her name suggested. Vegeta then covered her with a blanket and prepared to leave the room. Before making it out, however a sound came to Vegeta's ears that made him smile: Gokéa sighing in her sleep.

"Good night, little tiger," he said. "Sleep well."

"Security has been breached!" a guard cried as Vegeta walked into the surveillance room. He let out a low growl- enemies rarely made it inside the castle. As far as Vegeta knew, this was the first time ever.

"Where is he heading?" Vegeta demanded to know. The guard shook his head.

"He's not heading anywhere, sir." The guard pointed to a monitor that showed the entire layout of the castle, his finger landing on a specific room. "He entered here and hasn't moved since." Vegeta's face went pale and he clenched his fists to the point where his knuckles were white- the intruder was in Gokéa's room.

Vegeta rushed down the hallway towards Gokéa's room and grabbed for the handle on her door- locked. He gave the door one good kick and it came flying open. Vegeta's eyes narrowed as he took in the sight before him- a man standing next to a window. In his left hand, he held Gokéa by her tail, dangling her over the ledge.

"One step closer," he said. "And I drop her." Vegeta could hear the little girl whimpering, a combination of pain and fear. He couldn't bare to do anything but listen to him.

"Let her go," he said, backing away. "I don't know what you want, but I can assure you, she has nothing to do with it." The intruder let out a laugh, then stepped into the light. He couldn't have been much older or younger than Vegeta, with his black hair pulled back into a pony tail, and his dark green eyes staring directly into Vegeta's. The Saiyan Prince narrowed his eyes. "Karanin."

"Hn," said Karanin. "So you do remember me, Vegeta. Do you remember the day you murdered my sister?" Vegeta scowled.

"She was in the wrong place at the wrong time, you know that! I never meant to hit her! I could never hurt her!"

That was the truth. A year ago, Karanin and Vegeta had been a strange sort of friends- they seemed to see eye-to-eye on some things, but argued on everything else. One thing they had agreed on was that Karanin's twin sister, Aylí was the most beautiful Saiyan on Vegeta-sei. If the timing had ever been right, Vegeta planned to ask her to be his. But as all perfect things do, they end- Karanin and Vegeta found themselves fighting over Aylí, Karanin saying that he wouldn't let his sister marry a snobbish Prince and Vegeta saying it was better than having her marry a second class peasant. One thing lead to another and the next thing Vegeta knew, he and Karanin were engaged in a violent battle, with Aylí looking on, begging them to stop. After a few moments, Vegeta had had enough. He summoned all his powers in order to use a Final Flash to destroy Karanin... but Aylí jumped in the way, taking the hit.

"NO! AYLÍ!" Karanin took his sister's body in his arms, weeping bitter tears. "No... please no." Vegeta couldn't believe what he had done- he loved Aylí, he never wanted to hurt her.

"Karanin," he said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I-I'm..." Karanin shrugged his hand away and looked at him, fire in his eyes.

"This is your fault, Vegeta!" he cried. "And someday, when you least expect it, I will make you pay for killing her!"

"I told you I'd make you pay, Vegeta," Karanin said, swinging the baby Saiyan by her tail, to which she let out a terrified cry. "And little Gokéa is how I'll be taking payment."

"Do it and you're dead," Vegeta growled. Karanin tossed his head back and laughed.

"I'm not going to kill her in front of you, Vegeta," he said, menacingly. "I'm going to take her far away from here, then kill her. And when you finally find her, barely recognizing her little body, all you'll be able to do is wonder what I did." Vegeta clenched his teeth together before letting out an angered yell.

"Never!" Suddenly, Karanin leapt onto the windowsill and jumped out, landing in the cockpit of a waiting spaceship. Vegeta charged after him, stopping at the window just in time to see Karanin's ship lift off. "NO!"

Vegeta awoke with a start, sweat pouring down his face. The war with Karanin had started with Aylí and ended with Gokéa... or so he had thought. Three years later, when he finally found Karanin, the Saiyan refused to tell Vegeta where Gokéa was, let alone if she was still alive. He now realized what Karanin had done- he had left Gokéa where a human could find her, raise her and then he led Vegeta on a wild goose chase. After a while, Karanin took Vegeta back to where he had left Gokéa, and planned to have Vegeta kill her, just like he had killed Aylí.

Vegeta held his head in his hands. How could he have forgotten all of that? The destruction of Vegeta-sei, that was how. When he heard about that, he had forgotten everything... even the little sister he had loved so much. After that, all he cared about was becoming immortal, killing Kakarot...

"It was him," he whispered. "He made me the cold hearted bastard that I am." He shook his head. "I just hope she never finds out."

Chi-Chi and Goku had offered to let Gokéa stay in Gohan's old room, but she had respectfully declined- after sleeping in trees for ten years straight, nothing else really felt comfortable. And, she'd been sleeping comfortably in her tree, when she had had the craziest dream. Some man had stolen her from her crib and was holding her by her tail out a window. She had been crying and crying hard... until she heard a voice. She looked up and saw a teenage boy standing in the doorway- it was Vegeta. She listened to the men argue, then her captor dived out the window, taking her with him.

For some reason, she suddenly snapped awake, falling off her branch. Her tail grabbed hold of the branch, saving her from falling- it wouldn't have been a bad fall. The worst of her injuries probably would have been a broken arm, but that would have put a damper on a rematch with Goten. She released her tail's grip on the branch and landed gracefully on the ground. She was confused. She had never had a dream that would cause her to almost fall out of her tree before. She ran her fingers through her hair and shook her head. Could her dream be true? Was Vegeta really her brother?