Sorry this took so long! Finals have been consuming all my time. And thanks to Vetygas Rath, chichidark, The General of Darkness, ssj-vash, nitara and Akaida-Felinjin for reviewing! I really appreciate it. (Akaida-Felinjin: you'll just have to wait and see! .)

Chapter 4

Vegeta stood silently thinking for a few moments, trying to predict the consequences of what he had just done. He stared at the parcel Ilya had given him. Knowing very well that Ilya could be anything but trusted, he began to rip it open. A voice shouting at him from his mic made him start.

"Vegeta, can you hear me? It's Ketriana."

Before answering the prince walked to a nearby wall and turned away from the crowd.

"I read. What is it?"

"There are too many guards around. I need you to cause some kind of distraction."

"Like what?"

"I don't know! Set something on fire, start a fight, I don't care! Use your imagination!"

Vegeta smirked at a sudden enticing idea.

"With pleasure." He said smoothly, and started off towards Pika.

Pika was getting very well near drunk. He had just taken a shot of some strange liquid Prince Gaphnor had poured for him when Vegeta cairned into his side.

"Geta, what the fuck!" he slurred from the floor. Most of the guests laughed and hurried over, eager for a fight to break out.

"Ketriana needs a distraction, just play along." The teenager whispered as he leaned over Pika, picking him up by the collar.

"You son-of-a-bitch!" Pika screamed, not pretending, and dove at the smirking prince. Vegeta just barley dodged his fist, surprised at the boy's speed. It had been a long time since he and Pika had had a proper match.

The two warriors punched and blocked each other, neither landing any hits. Vegeta, who wasn't taking the fight seriously, was unaware that Pika really was trying. Unaware that is, until he was sent flying into a large marble pillar, his head cracking against it. Vegeta was momentarily dazed from the impact, snapping out of it only to find himself being dragged down a corridor and thrown outside the palace gate where he landed beside a seething Pika.

The teenagers glared at each other, neither flinching as a voice called out to them.

"Good work boys." It was Ketriana over the mic. "We're done here; we'll meet you out front in a moment. Just stay put."

"What's your problem man!" the blonde warrior shouted, picking himself up. "You're such an asshole, I can't believe…"

Suddenly he was back on the ground, blood running into his face, blurring his vision. Rage sobered him a bit and the soldiers charged, exchanging kicks and jabs. They stayed in a powered down state, knowing that releasing too much energy would blow their cover. Pika used a short blast of ki to send Vegeta into a nearby tree. Slamming his forearm against the prince's chest, he pinned Vegeta and began to rip the shirt above his right shoulder.

"Let me see my scar Vegeta. Oh yeah, I fucking love looking at that thing!" Pika sneered sarcastically, staring at the mangled skin, a remnant of their last all-out battle.

Something snapped inside Vegeta and the next thing he knew Ketriana had her arm around his neck attempting to drag him off Pika. He started at his fist which was now red with Pika's blood.

"You idiots are going to get us caught! We're getting the fuck out of here NOW!" she commanded in a voice which was not to be argued with. They traveled as fast as they could, having to carry Pika most of the way, back to the inn.

"Do I even want to know what happened?" Ketriana questioned when they we're safely in their room.

"He's a FUCKING psycho…" Pika slurred, slipping in and out of consciousness

"…you're a fucking psycho, Vegeta. Everyone on base knows it! Freiza's fucking golden boy! That's what they all call you Vegeta."

Ketriana saw Vegeta tense and planted herself firmly between the teenagers.

"He's drunk Vegeta"

"I'm not as drunk as you ..."

"Pika will you shut up!" she barked at the boy.

"You think I care what you baka's think." Vegeta replied coolly.

Pika laughed softly, looking as if he were about to pass out again. "I don't think you care Vegeta, I know you care. I know you care that you're known throughout the galaxy as Freiza's little protégé. You try to act like your so cold, so unaffected, so above it all… now who does that remind you of?" He laughed harder this time, running a bloody hand through his hair, leaving a streak of red through the yellow.

In an instant Pika was on the floor, Vegeta's ki-infused fist aimed at his head. Ketriana rushed over and grabbed Vegeta's arm.

"You idiot! Keep your power level down!"

Vegeta shrugged off her grip and stood. He took a step before turning back around and kicking Pika in the head, causing him to finally lose consciousness.

"I am so sick and tired of having to keep you two from killing each other every single mission." Ketriana, who was usually the calmest one of the group stalked over to Vegeta, "Grow up!"

When Vegeta only smirked and shrugged arrogantly the older warrior threw up her hands and hurried out of the room, fed up with the entire situation. For some reason Vegeta followed her outside.

"You know you can really be an inconsiderate prick some times," Ketriana said when she heard Vegeta approaching. She was rummaging through a bag at her waist and pulled out an empty carton.

"Fuck!" she threw the container and started rubbing her temples.

"Here," Vegeta handed her the parcel Ilya had given him. "From Ilya."

She ripped the paper to find a shiny new package of Arcanzian cigarettes.

"Thank the gods." She mumbled and lit one with a small blast of ki from her finger tips. After the first hit she began to calm.

"You two could have ruined the entire operation! Did you even think what would happen if anyone in the vicinity was using a scouter? They do have that technology now you know!"

Vegeta leaned against the wall and stared into the distance, letting her vent.

"You're so fucking careless," she said softly, almost to herself, "and why shouldn't you be. You could lead a fucking rebellion against Freiza and he'd let you live. We don't all have that luxury, Vegeta. And I am not going to be killed because you can't keep your fucking temper in check!"

"I won't be arriving with the rest of you when you return to the base." The warrior quickly changed the subject, not liking where the current conversation was headed. He handed her a small plastic bag containing a few capsules. "I need you to tell Freiza my pod malfunctioned and I had to make an emergency landing. I'll be following in another day."

"He'll never buy it." Ketriana said with a sigh, stuffing the bag into her pocket. "And do I dare ask what you'll really be doing."

"None of your business." Vegeta stated simply, starting to get agitated.

"Tell me, or the deal's off!" she sneered, exhaling smoke.

"I need to talk to Benzain." He finally relented

"What do you want to see that lunatic for? They'll be hell to pay if Freiza finds out you were anywhere near Benzain." She asked stubbing out her cigarette and lighting another. "And a death sentence for the rest of us if he finds out we helped you."

"We have some business." Vegeta stated simply, starting to get agitated.

The older warrior stared at him for a moment. "I don't believe you. You're hiding something. What did you and Ilya talk about anyway…"

"What did YOU and Ilya talk about." Vegeta interrupted, his agitation building.

"Point taken… fine. I'll do it. But you owe me. We'll leave in an hour." Ketriana turned and headed back inside.

Vegeta let out a sigh of relief and then remembered he still didn't know what exactly he was delivering. Ilya had claimed they were tabs, but he wanted to make sure. He took the small package from his jacket and finshed ripping the paper. Inside was a small plastic box, the usual storage container for tabs. He pressed a small latch on the side and the container opened. There were five rows of small white disks in a tray, just as there should be. On impulse he lifted the tray out of the box and smiled. A small storage chip lay under it. He knew it! There was no price on Ilya's head, she just didn't want whatever was on the chip to be traced back to her incase it was intercepted on the way. And she had gotten him to do her dirty work for a measly bottle of capsules. He carefully picked up the chip and dropped it into his boot. What ever was on it was oviously important… maybe even expensive.