Once again, sorry for the wait, life has been crazy. Thank you for the reviews and favs! And a special thanks to chichidark whose review gave me the kick in the ass I needed to get the next chapter up.

A small, attractive ship steadily made it's way out of a busy space port. It looked extremely out of place next to the ugly, bulky cargo vessels, constructed for purpose rather than aesthetics. It was sleek and gleamed white with a strange purple insignia on the side. Ilya sat at the controls mindlessly tapping information into the computer, softly humming to herself. Her ship gracefully weaved between the slow, awkward freighters until she finally reached open space. The young iceijin yawned and set the ship to autopilot. It had been five days since she had slept, which wasn't unusual for her species, and she was tired. But it was a satisfied exhaustion; everything was going according to plan. Benzain had taken the bait, and very soon, Vegeta would too. And even if he didn't, Pika would certainly coax him into it. Vegeta was young and rebellious, but Pika was young, rebellious and careless, the perfect combination.

Ilya walked into the rear room of her ship and collapsed onto the bed. Yes, her father would be very pleased. She scoffed and stared at the ceiling. There were a few more bribes to make, a few more traps to lay before the plan could be executed, but it was almost over. It had taken years to get this far and she would be glad when it was done.

Her ship was pointed towards Freiza's base. She must be the first one to talk to Vegeta after he speaks with Benzain. Ketriana would certainly talk him out of it. The bitch was so damn practical, and Vegeta listened to her. Ilya sighed, this was turning out to be much more work then she expected, but the payoff would be worth it. She smiled as she thought of it. Her father truly believed she was being the good and loyal daughter, which would make her betrayal all the sweeter. The thought that the entire universe would know that she had fooled the two biggest superpowers the galaxy had ever known accompanied her into sleep.

Meanwhile…

Vegeta hated Dowajain. The tropical planet was always horribly hot and humid, the air almost drinkable. The heat made Vegeta feel light-headed as he levitated out of the crater his ship had made upon landing. A small hut could be seen on the horizon and Vegeta could just make out a figure running out of it. He gripped the small plastic box Ilya had given him and quickly flew over to the tiny house. A young man with short black hair and a long red robe was gazing apprehensively at Vegeta's approaching form. Vegeta landed in front of him and the worried look quickly vanished. It was Yolund, Benzain's mute grandson, he smiled and opened the door, motioning for Vegeta to enter.

"Who is it Yolund?" A small brown man hobbled into the main room, "Ilya is that…" The man gasped and almost dropped his cane. At first all he saw was the tell-tale armor, but when he finally realized who the face belonged to, his shocked silence became a soft chuckle.

"Hello Benzain, it's been a long time." Vegeta said sarcastically.

"Prince Vegeta! This is wonderful! I've been wondering how to contact you! Please come in."

"From Ilya," Vegeta held up the box before tossing it to Yolund who just barely caught it.

Benzain looked suddenly nervous, "Ah…yes, the tabs, they… help with my back pain." Yolund handed the small box to his grandfather, who quickly turned from Vegeta. The Saiyan smirked, he knew Benzain was checking the box for the chip.

Benzain turned back around to see Vegeta with the small clear storage chip held between two fingers.

"Looking for this?" The teenager couldn't help but laugh.

"Vegeta, please! There's information on that chip that could decide the fate of the entire galaxy!"

"What are you blabbering on about," Vegeta let the chip slip down into his fist, "More of your revolution bullshit!"

"Ah, but it is no longer blabbering, it is action! Things are happening Vegeta, plans are coming together, troops are being gathered…"

"All in vain, I assure you."

"It's different this time! We won't make the same mistake twice! What do you remember of the first rebellion?" the old man asked, easing himself into a nearby chair, "you must have been very young."

"I remember that it failed." Vegeta sneered matter-of-factly.

Benzain sighed. "Is there no hope for the youth," he asked himself. A pained look came over his face as he sunk deeper into the chair, his shaky hand reached for the box of tabs. Yolund immediately rushed over to hand him one. Benzain smiled at his grandson, taking the small white disk into his mouth to dissolve. After a moment his vision seemed to clear and his face became serene.

"The first rebellion was very poorly planned. Freiza appeared out of nowhere, we had no idea what we were dealing with. He wasn't the first tyrant the guild had dealt with, we thought we had everything under control." Benzain paused, "We were slaughtered."

"And what makes you think this time will be any different"

"We have a secret weapon! We have Ilya! She's going to help us!"

Vegeta laughed loudly. "You must be joking! Ilya! You actually trust that conniving., money-hungry lowlife."

"I'm not stupid Vegeta, I know very well that Ilya has ulterior motives for wanting Freiza dead, but she is willing to help us. She will be a great asset… you will be a great asset as well."

"Why should I help you!" Vegeta crossed his arms and leaned against the door.

"You want Freiza dead more than anybody. I know the hatred you have for the iceijin. Look me in the eyes and tell me that you haven't been training every single day since you were five years old to defeat him."

"I don't need your help to defeat Freiza! When I become the legendary, no one will touch me!" Vegeta spun around and went for the door.

"And how many more will die waiting for that day?"

"You really think I care, don't you?" the Saiyan shook his head in disbelief.

"We need you Vegeta. We're having trouble recruiting people, no one wants to risk defying Freiza, but if they see that you, one of Freiza's highest ranking officers is willing to…"

"Forget it! It won't work. You're all already dead." Vegeta threw open the door and stormed out.

"How many more years will you bow to him, Vegeta?"

The Saiyan paused before shooting into the sky, back to his ship, where two capsules eased his mind and accompanied him into sleep.

admission time: I have absolutely no idea where I'm going with this...