Vegeta woke the next morning with a hatchet lodged in his skull, or at least that's what it felt like. He moaned and stretched his sore muscles, stiff from sleeping in the awkward position. He was confused about his surroundings until his foot sent a small bottle skidding across the floor. It wasn't until he was in the lift making his way to the surface levels that it hit him.

"Freiza saw me last night." He thought grimly. Or was it just another part of the hallucination, he'd had bad trips before. "Guess I'll find out soon enough."

As soon as the door opened, the trouble began.

"Oh Geeeetaaa?" the voice was like nails on a chalk board to the already nervous fighter. A slender girl with long black hair and an arm full of papers ran up and grabbed Vegeta's shirt.

"What the fuck do you want?"

"Word around the base is you've got your hands on some capsules." She looked at him cautiously to see his reaction.

"Can I have one?" she purred stroking his arm and sticking out her lip. "Pleeease?"

"Even if I DID have any, the answer would be NO! Now get out of my way…"

In an instant her sweet visage faded and she stamped the ground like a spoiled child. " I KNOW for a FACT Jeice sold you a bottle last night Vegeta. So DON'T lie to me, you know I hate it when you lie to me!"

"I don't have time for this nonsense…" the warrior attempted to escape.

"I'll tell him Vegeta…"

It took every ounce of the teenager's will power to not turn around and blast the whimpering girl.

"…and don't you DARE think I won't. I'll tell him, and he'll believe me AND THEN HE'LL…"

Vegeta clamped a hand over her mouth. "Will you keep your voice down, baka! You're going to get us both in trouble!"

"Vegeta!" she began to shake, partly from fury, but mostly from withdrawal. "Just give me a fucking capsule… I really need one…. NOW!"

"Alright!" he finally relented. "But let's go someplace private…"

"NO! NOW!"

The young warrior quickly glanced down the hall to make sure no one was watching. He pulled the bottle from his armor and placed a single capsule into the girl's palm. Before he had a chance to close the container the pill was already down her throat.

"There," she said with a sigh of relief, "you see how much easier things go you just do exactly what I say?"

"You know," Vegeta hissed, "sooner or later Freiza is going to get tired of you and well, lets both hope I'm away on a mission that day."

"Oh Geta, don't be jealous just because Freiza likes me better than you!"

"You? HA! You're nothing but a highly disposable computer drone."

"I'll have you know I'm the HEAD computer drone. And I'm hardly disposable. I single-handedly maintain this ship's systems. Without me, this place would be chaos. You want to talk about disposable? Let's see I'm one of about a hundred highly trained computer engineers that Freiza employs and one of twenty hackers. Now, how many warriors does Freiza have? About two million on how many different planets?"

Vegeta's bad mood had finally reached it's breaking point. He grabbed Mahlah by the neck and slammed her against the wall. "I maybe more disposable statistically… but I'm a WHOLE lot harder to kill."

"Go ahead, Vegeta" She smiled beneath his grasp, completely unphased. "Snap my little neck. Kill me. Cause we all know Freiza just HATES to beat the shit out of you even if you DON'T give him a reason. Besides, you'd miss me. Who would you fuck?"

Vegeta seethed with pure malice. He knew every word she had spoken was true. Everyone knew that Mahlah was strictly off limits and the Saiyan struggled for a moment trying to decide whether or not it was worth it.

"I'm in enough trouble as it is," he thought to himself, roughly releasing the girl.

"Oh and Geta, Freiza told me to tell you that if YOUR ass isn't in HIS throne room within the next five minutes, you and him get to have a little sparring session."

"And just how long ago did he say this?"

"Oh about half an hour ago. I'd run if I were you, he looked pretty pissed off." She answered in a sugary singsong voice.

"Gee, thanks Mahlah." Vegeta spat back as he trudged down the hall. "Stupid bitch…" he mumbled under his breath.

"Are we still on for tonight then?" She asked, absent-mindedly sifting through her papers.

"Why of course" he smirked.

She waved as she walked away and called out from around the corner "I'll be sure to bring the bandages!"

Vegeta walked a few doors down where someone was waiting for him.

"I don't know why you waste your time with her." It was Ketriana, the last person he wanted to deal with. The woman was a few years older than Vegeta. They had both been children under Freiza and were quite fond of each other. Although both were too emotionally devoid for it to ever come to anything. It was different with Mahlah. It wasn't even sex; it was fucking, pure and simple.

"What's it to you?" he answered. 'There are too many damn females on the main base'

Ketriana shrugged. "Watch out for that one. She's treacherous."

"And you aren't?" Vegeta smirked.

The older warrior smiled back. "I suppose so, but then again I'm not fucking you am I, Vegeta?" She never was one for subtleties. "Anyway, I don't suppose you've seen Jeice around?"

The Saiyan scoffed. "The dance squad left this morning."

"Shimmata! That bastard was supposed to sell me some capsules and cigarettes! I don't suppose you have anything."

"No…" he easily lied.

Just then the door slid open and a boy in his late teens, no older than Vegeta, came striding out. He glared arrogantly at the waiting warriors.

"Well well, look who it is… Ketriana, Vegeta," he nodded to each causing his limp blonde hair to fall into his face, "You'd better get in there quick Geta, Freiza's looking for you. Best to get whatever it is over with now before he has his second vat of wine."

They both smiled. As much as they hated Pika, he could be quite witty on occasion.

Vegeta took a deep breath and walked into the room where Freiza was waiting for him.