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Chapter 3: First Impressions

"You have made a wise decision, Vegeta. All I need now is to ask for your permission to beat the boy if he rebels?" the purple and white lizard's face spoke. Vegeta looked up to the screen.

"If the boy needs it, or even if he doesn't you can beat the living crap out of him alright?" Freiza smirked.

"Very well. I believe that is all, good day Vegeta." The screen went blank.

"Well, I guess I'm never getting him back. Might as well go find another mate, I'm going to need another heir after all," K.Vegeta mumbled to himself. He stood up from the chair in the science lab, and walked out, closing the door behind him.

"Nappa! Tell Bardock I wish to see him right now!" the King snapped as he walked past the tall, bald guard.

"Your highness, Bardock is currently busy planning the purging of Planet Akitaru," Nappa told him with a bow.

"I don't care, Nappa. This is very important and you and Bardock both know that MY wishes and needs come before anything else."

"As you wish, sir. I shall go and get him now." Nappa retreated backwards, as so not to disrespect the King. When he had turned the corner, he dropped his professional manner and started mumbling darkly to himself. "As you wish, your highness. Bardock's not going to be happy about this." Nappa slammed open the palace door so hard, it squashed the guard behind it. Nappa sighed and flicked his scouter.

"Darika, get someone down here to clean up these mess!" he mumbled to the Saiyan in charge of keeping the palace clean.

"As you wish, Nappa." Nappa continued walking, flicking his scouter off.

'What am I doing?' he thought, 'I can fly, I don't need to walk!' Amazed at his own stupidity, Nappa blasted into the air, even though Bardock's house was only a couple of streets away. (Bardock, Romayna and Radditz live in the first-class part of town, because Bardock is one of the King's Royal Guards). Nappa landed outside the front door.

"Knock, knock!" he yelled. Radditz appeared at the door and welcomed Nappa in. "Where is your father, boy?" he asked Radditz.

"He's upstairs planning the purging mission, sir," Radditz indicated to the stairs. Nappa nodded, and ducked under the doorway.

"Call him down, boy," Nappa snapped.

"Toussan! Toussan, Nappa's here to see you!" There was the slamming of a door and the sound of Bardock's footsteps on the stairs.

"Nappa," Bardock regarded stiffly.

"Bardock," said Nappa nodding. Radditz looked from his father to Nappa. He knew they'd never got on. He bit his lip and decided it would be better if he left, and went to find his mother. "The King requests your presence immediately," Nappa said.

"WHAT? Doesn't he know I'm busy planning this mission," Bardock yelled angrily.

"I tried to explain, Bardock but he said," Nappa screwed up his face and mimicked the King, "you and Bardock both know that MY wishes and needs come before anything else."

"Very well then. I best be going then. Radditz! Help your mother and don't be a pain!" he yelled, before walking out the door and blasting into the air, closely followed by Nappa who was still muttering about the King wasting his time.

*

"Open, up Bulma honey. Have some food," Mrs. Briefs giggled as Bulma screwed up her nose.

"Honey, just leave her she's probably full," Dr. Briefs sighed. He was sitting at the table, trying to figure out how to make the gravity chamber work. "If this one goes here, then tis should make this work BUT IT DOESN'T," he yelled suddenly, slamming his fist on the table. Bulma started to cry.

"Oh dear. Look what you've done now!" Mrs. Briefs sighed. Bulma was throwing a tantrum and chucking her food everywhere. Mrs. Briefs lifted her out of the high chair and placed her on her hip. "Ssh, Bulma honey. Come on, play with some of daddy's tools," Mrs. Briefs told her daughter, placing her onto the table next to all Dr. Briefs' equipment.

"No, dear! She can't play with my stuff, she'll wreck it!" But it was too late. Bulma had grabbed things and started putting them together. She picked up and piece of metal with a hole in it, threaded a wire through it then placed the wire on a battery. All of a sudden there was a whirring sound, and all of Dr. Briefs' equipment started buzzing and moving. "Oh my Kami!" he yelled, clasping his hands to his head. "Bulma's done it! She's got the gravity chamber working! I don't believe it!" he laughed. Mrs. Briefs smiled and picked up Bulma. She let go off the equipment and the buzzing sound stopped. "Take her away, darling. I have to get started on the gravity room now that I know how to get the gravity working," he stood up and ushered them outside.

"Come on, Bulma honey. We'll go see your brother, Goku," she told the little girl in her arms. Mrs. Briefs walked out the front gate of Capsule Corp and along the path to Gohan's house. She knocked on the door.

"Oh! You brought Bulma over! Bring her in, I was just finishing feeding Goku," Gohan greeted them. Mrs. Briefs nodded and walked inside. Goku was sitting in his high chair at the table, or at least, Mrs. Briefs assumed he was because there was a pile of dirty dishes and food so high and wide, she couldn't see past them. She walked around the side of the table, to see Goku stuffing his face.

"Gohan what's the meaning of all this? No child can eat this much food!"

"Goku does," he said, shrugging, "all Saiyans are supposed to eat food in copious amounts, but if Bulma doesn't then I suggest that she was hit on the head harder than Goku." Mrs. Briefs nodded, shocked. She put Bulma on the ground, who then crawled over to Goku.

"Bulma honey, that's Goku," she told the baby.

"Gor koo," Bulma repeated. Mrs. Briefs and Gohan laughed.

"Goku, this is Bulma," Gohan introduced them.

"Bu mar," Goku repeated. Mrs. Briefs couldn't tell if he couldn't say the name properly at all, or if he couldn't because he had a mouthful of food.

"Goku, I think you've had enough to eat. Why don't I get you down and you and Bulma go and play in the lounge," Gohan said, walking over to Goku, lifting him out of his high chair and placing him on the ground next Bulma. The two children crawled into the lounge, giggling and pulling each other's tails.

"Bulma figured out how to make the gravity chamber work this morning," Mrs. Briefs told Gohan proudly.

"Really? Maybe she still ahs some Saiyan intelligence," Gohan approved.

"It would be nice if we could find out who their parents are, just to tell them the children are OK," Mrs. Briefs sighed. Gohan raised an eyebrow.

"Do you really think they want to know? For starters, Saiyan parents don't care about their children. That is most probably the reason they let them go off into space. For seconds, they probably would be ashamed of the fact that their children are now just like Chikyuu Native children. They have no recollection of their heritage, home planet, or anything about their Native people, the Saiyans. Lastly, the children were probably sent to earth to purge it, not to live here. Had they not had their memories altered, they would blow up this planet and all its contents and inhabitants without battering an eyelid. No. I think it is safer that we keep the children's identity a secret. And we should get their tails removed before people start getting suspicious." Mrs. Briefs nodded sadly. "But until then, they are to stay inside at night. Imagine what would happen if they went Oozaru? No one would stand a chance." Mrs. Briefs nodded again and looked into the lounge at Goku, who was pulling Bulma's tail. Take away the tails and you'd never know they weren't human.

'Except for their hair!' she thought. 'I definitely have to get Bulma some straightener. It won't be so bad for Goku, because he's a guy. But no daughter of mine will have hair that defies the laws of gravity!' she thought.

"Gohan," she said suddenly. The old man looked at her.

"Yes?"

"Are we going to tell them they're brother and sister?" Gohan thought for a moment.

"I don't know. Personally, I wouldn't because it might provoke questions about why they were brought up in different houses. But it could also be dangerous. What if later on in life, they became romantically involved? Imagine finding out the love of your life is your blood brother or sister? I suggest we tell them as soon as they are old enough to understand."

"So we'll have to tell them they're aliens as well?" Mrs. Briefs asked sadly.

"Yes, I suppose so. How else would we explain that they both, because they WILL, have incredible strength, their strange hair and different homes?"

"I-I-I don't know."

"I suggest we tell them on about their seventh or eighth birthday. They'll be able to comprehend it by then." Mrs. Briefs sighed. These children sure did come with an awful lot of extra attachments.

*

"This is your room, monkey prince. You have it entirely to yourself so enjoy it. You will be requested to report to Freiza every morning at dawn for training and when you are seven and a half Saiyan years (15 earth years) old, you will begin going on missions with other fighters. Until then, I suggest you keep your mouth shut if you want to survive. Food will be at nine o'clock tonight and you will be escorted there by one of Freiza's guards. Your gear has already been taken up so enjoy your life as Freiza's slave," smirked Jeice. He threw Vegeta inside and slammed the door.

Vegeta looked around the room. It was white, like the rest of the ship and had some furniture. There was a couch in the middle of the room, what looked like a phone ('For Freiza to talk to me,' thought Vegeta), and a wardrobe and set of drawers. He walked through a door to his sleeping quarters. There was a single bed with two blankets folded at the bottom. Another door led to a bathroom with a shower, bath, toilet and hand basin.

Vegeta walked back into his living quarters. His case of clothes and gear was on the couch in the living room. He opened it up and pulled out all his Saiyan armour. He then proceeded to hang it all in the closet with his boots at the bottom. Vegeta then put all his other clothes into the drawers and was left with his possessions in the bottom of his trunk.

There was the photograph of his mother, holding him as a baby. She was wearing her red, royal armour and looking at the camera. He placed it in the drawers as well. Vegeta picked up another photo. It was of him and Nappa. Nappa had been there since the moment Vegeta had been born. Even if he WAS a brainless git, Vegeta had to admit; he missed him. He placed this photo, too, in the drawer.

All that was left in his trunk now was his medal. It was the medal given to every Saiyan Prince or Princess on the day of his or her birth. As long as the heir was in possession of this medal, they were still eligible to kill the ruler of Vegeta-sei and take over. Vegeta had assumed his father had taken this, along with all his royal armour. But he hadn't and now that Vegeta knew he still had it, there was nothing stopping him from killing his father. Except his age, and the fact that he didn't have a mate. Before a prince of princess could ascend to king or queen, they had to be mated and be of or above 18 years.

'There's no way I'm ever going to find a mate on this hellhole ship though. At least not a Saiyan mate. Not that he wanted to. If you asked him, mating was sick, but he knew if he ever wanted to be King, he would have to bond with a female, no matter how sickening the prospect. And he wasn't going to let something as minor as that stand in the way of him being King.

Vegeta chucked the trunk into the wardrobe and slammed the door, before collapsing onto the couch and sinking into dreams of killing his father.

*

"You wished to see me, my King?" Bardock asked, bowing as he entered the Royal Chambers.

"Yes, Bardock. You are my most trusted Royal Guard and I wish you to find me a mate. With Vegeta gone, and I doubt he will come back I need another heir. And since I DISPOSED of my other mate, well I need a new one. She must be strong but submissive. I don't want a rebellious Saiyan as my mate and she has to be pretty? Got that, Bardock? I am entrusting you with this so don't prove me wrong. I don't care if you have to search the entire planet!" the King told him.

"But your highness, this purging mission is important to Lord Freiza. If we do not coincide with him, then he will be extremely angry. This planet; Akitaru is worth a lot and I daresay Freiza wants it as soon as possible," Bardock spoke politely but firmly.

"I am well aware of what Freiza wants, Bardock. I am asking you however AS YOUR KING to find me a mate worthy of carrying my heir!" he yelled, now on his feet. His long red cape was fluttering behind him.

"My King, I mean no disrespect. I am merely interested in the well-being of my planet."

"If you were interested in the well-being of this planet, Bardock, you would be FINDING ME A MATE NOW INSTEAD OF STANDING HERE ARGUING POINTLESSLY! NOW GO BEFORE I MAKE YOU!" he yelled, pointing a finger threateningly at Bardock. Bardock retreated with a last bow and then backed out of the Chambers. Nappa followed.

"Err, Bardock. I know we've never been very close but I'm saying that I will finish your plans for this mission. It is not that I want to get in your good books or anything, but I am interested in keeping this planet around. What do you say? Deal?" Nappa asked. Bardock spun on his heel and looked at Nappa.

"Very well then. You have seen what needs to be done?" Nappa nodded. "Good then. Tell Radditz, back at the house to bring you all the plans for the purging mission. Tell him if he doesn't, I will beat him within an inch of his life." Nappa nodded again and blasted into the air. (Nappa planning a purging mission; this is NOT good!)

Bardock watched him go, before turning to his own problems. How the hell was he going to find a mate for the King? Then he had an idea. Bardock rocketed into the air and set course for the Technology Control Centre (T.C.C.).

*

"VEGETA!" roared a voice form behind Vegeta's door. Vegeta woke with a start and sat up on the couch. Someone was pounding on his door and shouting his name. "VEGETA IF YOU DON'T OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW I'M GUNNA BARGE IN THERE AND BLAST YOU TO H.F.I.L AND BACK AGAIN!" Vegeta stood and ran over to the door. Opening it, he saw a short little green man standing there. He had four eyes; two in the normal place, and two on either side of his head like a horse. He was also bald, fat and spotty.

"What do you want?" Vegeta frowned.

"I want to tell you that you're to come with me to the dining hall! Hurry up it's five to nine and I'm hungry," he yelled. Vegeta looked down at him.

"You're one of Freiza's guards?" he asked, puzzled. The little green man frowned.

"Yes I am! I am part of the Ginyu Force. I believe you had the pleasure of meeting some of my fellow force members earlier; Jeice and Berta?" Vegeta cast his mind back to the short orange man and the tall blue one. "Thought so. Now hurry up you're coming with me!" he snapped and grabbed Vegeta by the arm. Vegeta threw him off, glaring at him.

"I can walk myself, thanks," he said coolly. Vegeta closed the door to his room behind him. The green man stood up, looking at Vegeta strangely, then proceeded down the hall. Vegeta followed without a word.

Five minutes later, they arrived at a set of white marble doors. The little green man knocked four times and the door swung open. Inside, were tables lined with all sorts of food imaginable. The long, mahogany tables were lined with silver platters and silver goblets. There were cushioned seats down either side of the two tables, and at the other end of the hall, was Freiza. He was sitting in a chair not unlike Vegeta's fathers. It had patterns on the arms, carved into silver, which also ran around the back of the chair. However, unlike Vegeta's fathers one which was blood red; the colour of Vegeta-sei, it was white like the rest of the building. It was then, that Vegeta assumed Freiza's colour must be white.

The little green man led Vegeta over to a seat right up the far end of the table, by Freiza. The short lizard smirked at him from his throne, before standing to address the dining hall.

"You may very well all be amazed at the standard of the dining hall tonight. It was for our new guest; EX Prince of Vegeta-sei; Vegeta." There were a few laughs around the hall and Vegeta went bright red. "As you all know," Freiza continued, "first impressions are always important. However. As our young EX Prince has now got a good first impression, we will go back to the way it was before." Vegeta wondered vaguely what Freiza meant for a moment, but his questions were soon answered as Freiza clapped. The mahogany tables disappeared along with all the food. The marble walls and doors became that of the rest of the ship, all the cushioned seats disappeared. The only thing that remained the same as before was Freiza's throne. Freiza laughed at Vegeta's shocked face then clapped again.

Where the mahogany tables had been, appeared different tables with broken legs, made out of chipboard (like primary school desks). The chairs were also chipboard, with hard seats and bent legs. Food appeared on the table, but it was not like that of before. It was pots full of what looked to Vegeta like sloppy mud. Wooden bowls and cups replaced the silver platters and goblets, and wooden ladles appeared in the pots of mud.

"Look like mud Vegeta?" asked Freiza, amusedly. Vegeta nodded, dumbfounded. "That's because it is, Prince. Hope you enjoy your meal. As for me," he trailed off. Freiza clapped again and a small table appeared in front of him. On this table were all sorts of meats and vegetables imaginable. He smirked at Vegeta, who turned to his food. All Freiza's other men were digging in. Vegeta screwed up his nose, disgusted. He leant back on his chair and folded his arms in protest. "Not eating, Prince? Well I suppose it is quite different to palace food. But you'll have to get used to it if you wish to survive on this ship." Vegeta didn't move, except for one arm, which pushed his bowl away from him. "Very well then, Vegeta. You will come to your senses soon. Or starve. It's up to you. If you're not going to eat, Vegeta, buggar off to your room and stop wasting space. Oh, I forget, you can't help it!" Freiza laughed at his own joke. Vegeta pushed himself away from the table, stood and flew full tilt into the door, blasting a hole through it. Several people looked up to see what had caused the noise, only to see a Vegeta sized hole in the door. Freiza laughed.

'I can see why his father wanted rid of him. He has an anger management problem. Never mind, I'll sort that out in no time, and if it doesn't work, simple. I'll beat him into submission,' thought Freiza, before turning to his food and beginning to eat.

*

"Knock knock!" Nappa yelled, slamming open the door of Bardock's house. Romayna appeared from the kitchen.

"Oh, hey, Nappa. Sorry, Bardock isn't home yet."

"I know woman! Where's your brat?" Romayna frowned at him and said,

"My brat is upstairs, but you need to learn some respect. Don't you dare call me woman again or I swear I'll make you sorry!" she yelled. Nappa sniggered, but ignored her and hollered up the stairs,

"Radditz! Come down here right now and bring all your father's plans for the purging mission with you!" A door slammed and there was the rustle of papers, then the sound of Radditz's boots clunking on the stairs.

"Here you are, Nappa," Radditz handed a wad of papers to Nappa. The tall Saiyan nodded, and then walked out the door without a backwards glance or a word.

*

Next Chapter: Will Vegeta eat? What sort of training is he in for? Will Bardock find the King a mate? Will Nappa (gulp) plan the purging mission properly, and what's gunna happen with Bulma and Goku (even I don't know that yet lol).

Author's Note: Well?? What do you think? I really really really want as many reviews as possible! Pleeeease. And ideas/tips would be greatly appreciated as well. Thanks, guys.

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