Alright this is a short chapter, sorry about that, but hopefully you guys like it.

Chapter Four

LCSF space station...

Pacing back and forth restlessly, Brolli kept darting his eyes between Frieza, the other council members, and the door. They were all waiting for her to show before starting the conference with the Planet Trader. Hearing the door open, his eyes shot towards it then narrowed when she came in with Turles at her back. He hated both of them so much that they left a foul taste in his mouth.

Slipping into her seat, she got comfortable and waited for the others to sit before and start talking.

Second Chairman Gill cleared his throat and shifted forward in his seat. "We received the reports on your fight with the EFSS forces from Turles but I wanted to hear this from you. Is it true that Prince Vegeta led this attack himself?"

She nodded and sat up straighter. "Yes sir, and he had eight hundred men with him. His forces had been split into two separate groups of four hundred, one under his command, the other under Radditz's command."

Exhaling slowly, he looked down at his hands in thought. "How many planets did they hit before you intercepted them?"

"Only two sir." Her eyes slid over to the pale trader still staring out the window then back towards the gray haired fighter. "If you don't mind me asking sir, why is Lord Frieza here?"

"He's come to make a deal with our people." Brolli interrupted smoothly before the other man could come up with the answer.

"And what, Brolli, could this deal be?" She lifted one eyebrow in question then looked at Frieza when the white lizard laughed softly and turned away from the window to look at the gathered saiya-jins. "Or would you rather let me know what kind of deal you are planning for us."

"Ah sweet child, you're still suspicious of my motives after all these years?" Frieza smiled thinly, his black lips curling upwards. Stepping forward on his four toed feet, his smile widened, showing sharp white teeth. "You wound me with your mistrust."

Her tail snapped against her chair. "I have never mistaken your intentions Frieza, only understood them beyond a doubt. Now what it this deal that Brolli mentioned?"

He laughed, a chilling sound that made the others stiffen noticeably. "Straight to the point as always." Cocking his head to one side, he nodded, his pink eyes drilling into the small young woman. "Very well then, I suppose you deserve to know what my plans are."

She lifted her hand and shook her head. "But first I want your promise that you will give us as much time, no matter how long it is, to decide whether or not we accept this deal."

The others stared at her in shock, a collective intake of breath sounding in the room.

"Hmm..." His thick tail swept back and forth behind him then thumped on the floor, making the room shake noticeably. "Fine, however the decision should be made within a reasonable amount of time."

"I want three years as the limit, no more, no less."

"You're very demanding for someone who does not have the power to back those demands up."

"Maybe not now, but sooner or later I will." She grinned ferally. "But you already knew that."

"Yes indeed..." Eyes darting to Brolli, he sighed then smiled widely. "You can have your three years."

Frowning, Brolli leaned back in his seat and laced his fingers over his chest.

"Now, if there aren't anymore arguments about setting an assessment period, I would like to lay down my deal."

"Go ahead then Frieza."

"First off I want to remind you that I still hold you under contract; you are considered one of my soldiers until I negate that contract."

Her eyes narrowed and she held back the retort waiting on the tip of her tongue before nodding in understanding.

"Good to see you understand that. Next, I want you for breeding stock and, given your time allotment of three years; I find that it settles nicely into my plans."

"And who did you plan on breeding me with?"

"The strongest male saiya-jin I can find but that is none of your concern."

"There is a problem with your deal."

"Oh? I see no problem with anything I have proposed."

"If I am already mated, you cannot breed me with another man. And being as how I will have been legally old enough to choose a man of my own for one year, you cannot hold me accountable for that particular end of the bargain."

"Shrewd reasoning and something that I've taken into account. By your laws, you may only choose a male who can best you in a battle of your choosing and the council must accept him. If he is not accepted then you have to forfeit him as your mate and will, in effect, lose your say over my deal."

"I'm beginning to sense a but here."

"Of course. If, by some odd miracle, you do manage to find a male to meet these criteria then I will drop the deal and leave you to fend for yourselves against the EFSS."

"Fine." She turned to leave the room.

"Oh, and one more thing."

Eyes narrowing, she looked back over her shoulder at him. "What?"

"If you do not honor the deal when the time comes, I will destroy you and all of your people."

Growling loudly in her throat, she nodded curtly then left.

Shooting Brolli and Frieza evil glares, Turles followed her out of the room and down the hall.

"I don't like this Turles, Frieza's up to something here."

"Yes sir, he is."

"But what is that pale freak planning?"

"I don't know."

"Hmm..." Frowning in thought, she stopped walking then turned to face him. "I will get a mate."

"How will you find someone strong enough to defeat you in battle though?"

"Some way, somehow, I will find a man strong enough."

"And if you cannot?"

"Then Frieza will get what he wants...won't he?"

"I don't understand."

She grinned ferally and folded her arms across her chest. "You will when the time comes."

"I sincerely hope so."

EFSS forces, planet Vejita, two weeks later...

Staring into the rich red liquid in front of him, Vegeta frowned then glanced at Radditz questioningly. "And why do you think this particular wine would be good for my health?"

"It mellows you out sir."

"Cut the sir shit." He pushed the wine away from him and steepled his fingers in front of his face, his eyes narrowing over them. "What the hell is going on here?"

Sighing, Radditz ran his fingers through his hair then dropped his hand to his side and shook his head. "Frieza came to your father with a proposal while you were in the regen tank."

"Oh?"

"He wishes to have you breed with a female warrior of his choosing."

"Really?" Vegeta's eyebrows shot up questioningly. "And what did my father have to say about that?"

"He agreed, especially when Frieza offered to rid us of the LCSF troops."

"So the old man wishes to see me produce a heir...no matter the cost?"

"It would seem that way sir."

"And what if I don't accept the proposal?"

"Well...it seems that there is a time limit during which, you are allowed to find a mate of your choosing. However, there is a catch...she has to be accepted by our council and your father."

"What a wonderful surprise. And I wonder why Frieza would allow us such a time limit?"

"This is just speculation sir, but I believe that he made a deal with the LCSF troops and expects them to break their word."

"Fascinating."

"Yes sir it is, but I wonder, who is the person he chose as his target from the LCSF troops?"

"Hmm...I suppose we'll find out, won't we?"