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The arrival of the competitors marked the beginning of Vegeta's nightmares. It infuriated him that he and Bulma could not always be in the same place, especially with Frieza and his men running around. Due to politics, all the off-world kings had to be granted access to the palace. Their families and soldiers would have to remain on site, meaning Frieza, and disgustingly enough the bastard who laid his hands on his woman, would be staying with them in their home. It was enough to put Vegeta on edge.

That was why dealing with the Swaron and Needellen kings wasn't nearly as bad as usual. He still had the lovely desire of ripping off his own ears, but it was better to get his emotions under control with the droll debate between the two men. On the one hand, King Pri of the Swarons was petitioning for his oldest son, Tri, to be betrothed to the non-existent princess, while the Needellen king wanted his younger son, Inone, to be the one. Vegeta simply let the kings bicker as always while looking over to the others in the room.

King Pri had come with his sons Sri and Tri, both of which would be participating in the tournament. The Needellen princes, Inone and Zolid, would also be competing. They, too, were standing in the room along with their mother and sister. The princess, Vegeta had not ever known about her. She looked to be about his sons' age, darker in complexion than the rest of her race with tanned skin, black hair, and green eyes, and was standing respectfully, quietly, her hands folded in front of her. No, Vegeta wouldn't mind having a daughter if it came down to it, and the little princess before him reminded him of that carefully guarded secret.

"The princess will marry my son!" Pri cried out.

"No, mine!"

"Gentlemen," Vegeta finally spoke up before he registered a familiar ki, his expression growing grim. "Boy, enter."

Trunks jumped outside the door, not expecting to be caught. Shyly, he entered the throne room and rubbed the back of his head. "Uh…heh heh, hello. Did I come at a bad time?"

Vegeta mentally rolled his eyes at his son trying to cover his tracks. "What have we discussed about eavesdropping?"

"It…won't happen again, sir," Trunks murmured sadly before he noticed the Needellen princess staring at him with widened eyes.

Vegeta watched his son carefully as he approached the princess, hoping that he wouldn't extend his hand or anything in the presence of the royals. It was one of the reasons that Vegeta was against marrying his daughter off to that race. In their culture, the women were to be seen, not heard. They were just there to be there, and they could never have any physical contact with any man save the one they would one day marry. If Vegeta were to have a daughter in the future, he knew she would be like both him and Bulma, not easily silenced, stubborn, prideful…all the qualities a Saiyan should possess.

"Hi, my name is Prince Trunks," his son greeted the girl happily. "What's your name?"

The princess hesitated before looking up at her mother for approval. The woman nodded to her, so the girl's eyes returned to Trunks, her whole body remaining unmoved. "I am Princess Thia of the Needellens. It is a pleasure to meet you, Prince Trunks."

A grin appeared on the lavender-haired prince's face, happy to have made a new friend. "Would you like me to show you around the palace?"

Again, she looked to someone, her father this time, who nodded to both her and her mother. She looked back to Trunks and said with a bow, "I would like that very much, Prince Trunks. Thank you."

Vegeta felt relief wash over him as they left without an incident. Had he known the princess was coming, he would have warned both of his children, but there hadn't been any need in his mind. To avoid an intergalactic incident, he would need to talk with the children later about their strange allies. In the meantime, the king began to go on and on about how Vegeta was a lucky king to have multiple races pursuing a child that hadn't been born yet seeing as he could not marry off his daughter to anyone. The Saiyan king was listening with great difficulty as the man blamed the lack of petitions on the girl's unusual looks compared to the rest of their race. No, Vegeta would definitely not promise his daughter to the men of that culture.

As the thought entered his mind, Vegeta and the other royals heard a woman scream in terror in the hall. Instantly, the Saiyan flew into the hallway to find the Needellen queen screaming at Trunks who was looking at his hand in confusion while Thia looked away in shame. "What is going on out here?"

The queen looked to her husband, who glowered at her and commanded, "Speak, woman."

"The prince has ruined our daughter. We will never be able to marry her off."

"I don't understand," Trunks tried, looking to his father with pleading eyes. "I only took her hand so we wouldn't get separated through the halls. I was going too fast…"

Vegeta sighed. "Trunks, we will discuss this later. The two of you must stay in the palace, and don't touch her again, understand? I must discuss this matter with her parents." He looked to the Swaron king and his sons and added, "We will see what your sons are made of during the tournament. I will not choose someone as of now for a daughter I do not have yet to mate."

Defeated, the Swaron king ordered his sons to follow him towards the wing where the guests were staying, and the Needellen king and queen entered the throne room once more, the princes glaring down at the Saiyan prince before leaving them be.

Trunks looked over to Thia and frowned. "What just happened?"

"I am sorry, Prince Trunks," Thia said sheepishly. "I should have warned you that you couldn't touch me."

"Why, did I hurt you?" the prince asked in alarm.

"No!" the princess said loudly before regaining her composure. "No. It's just…may we go somewhere to talk? It has a lot to do with my culture and the customs of our planet. It would not be proper to have the conversation in the middle of a hallway."

Trunks nodded before a thought occurred to him. "Would you like to see the garden? It's probably the only green place on the planet."

"I would love to, Prince Trunks."

"Hey, come on, would you stop with that?" Trunks asked. "We aren't in front of our parents anymore, so we don't really need to use titles. I'm just Trunks, okay?"

Thia took the request into consideration before smiling brightly at the prince. "That is fine. Then I am just Thia."

In the throne room, Vegeta could see how upset the queen looked, but she stood there in silence. The Needellen king was not happy, but he could only sigh and say, "It will be even more difficult to marry her off now, but it's not like we were having any luck with her anyway, so don't worry about punishing your son for tainting her."

Vegeta wanted to grab the king and strangle him for such a remark. There was no way he would punish Trunks for an accident, and the fact that the king kept referred to his unbetroth daughter as "tainted" was not sitting right with Vegeta. A thought entered the Saiyan king's mind and a smirk formed on his face. "I have a solution to the problem that will unite our planets, but only if you agree that any future daughter I have is off limits to your sons."

"Your Highness, I don't understand. How-?"

"I petition for my son, Trunks, to be your daughter's betrothed," Vegeta suggested calmly. "After all, he seemed to take a liking to her instantly, and it will solve the marriage and union problems. It's a good deal. I suggest you take it."

The Needellen queen hesitated and looked like she was about to say something, but she closed her mouth and backed away from the kings. The king pondered Vegeta's offer before he finally nodded and agreed. "I have no other option for her, so I will agree to it. Thia shall be betrothed to Prince Trunks."

Vegeta nodded his agreement and mentally relaxed. At least that was one thing he didn't have to worry about in the future. Unfortunately, he was still incredibly worried for his mate. He needed to find her before Frieza or Zarbon did. Of course, as the royals left the throne room, Vegeta had another task brought to him by one of his subjects regarding the tournament. It was going to be a very long day.

Thia was amazed by the vegetation in the garden and how pretty everything looked. Her enjoyment, though, was lessened and she appeared very sad in countenance. She and Trunks were sitting on a bench, the young prince kicking his feet still waiting for an explanation. After a long while of silence, Thia finally gave it to him.

"In my culture," she began, "women must not have any physical contact with any male save their betrothed. Those that do are considered to be 'tainted' and not marriageable."

"That's ridiculous," Trunks stated. "No male contact at all…not even from your father or brothers?"

Thia shook her head. "No," she replied. "The only contact I've had with anyone is my mother and maids and only to take care of me and dress me."

"You mean you don't even get hugs?" the innocent prince asked in horror. He was very close with both of his parents and, even though he didn't get as much physical affection from his father, he still had contact whether his father affectionately ruffled his hair or they trained. Hearing about this other culture was a whirlwind for him.

"Uh…please don't take this the wrong way, Trunks, but what exactly is a hug?"

Trunks's mouth dropped open before he closed it. "Well, it's a sign of affection between close family and friends," he explained. "I…because I grabbed your hand, I basically bound us, right?"

"No," Thia told him. "I am just tainted, which will make it even more difficult for my father to find me a husband. Unfortunately, because I look so different from them, it was difficult in the first place."

"You don't look bad," Trunks assured her with a smile. "Despite the green eyes, you almost look like a Saiyan. Besides, my mom looks way different from the people here, and by default you're looking at the only Saiyan with lavender hair. Lavender, can you believe it? Dad and my brother tease me sometimes for it, but it's all in good fun, honest. No one should degrade you based on your looks."

Thia smiled beside herself. "You are a very wise child, Trunks," she murmured. "But you still didn't bind us."

"Will this?"

Thia froze as she felt the little boy's arms wrap around her body and gasped at the contact. For a moment, she was frightened at the sensation. She was hardly ever touched, even by an innocent gesture as to what the prince was doing to her. "Tr-Trunks," she breathed out. "What are you doing?"

"This is called a hug," Trunks said. "It's a sign of affection between close friends and family…and also future mates. So…does this make you feel better?"

Thia chuckled quietly before it became real laughter. She felt so relieved and happy in that moment that her propriety left her for that fleeting moment. If her mother saw her now, she would most likely faint from the sight of her princess laughing in the arms of the Saiyan prince.

Not that Thia would care what her mother thought.

The square was bustling with activity. Many Saiyans and foreign competitors were training there and entering their names for the preliminaries. Prince Goku Vegeta had met with Tomala earlier so that they could both enter right away. The two children were sparring with each other, enjoying every minute.

"I have to admit, you've gotten better," the prince stated with a smirk. "For a girl, anyway."

Tomala laughed and rolled her eyes. "You know, your compliments are backhanded. How about an actual one."

"I only compliment those who can actually beat me," Little Vegeta taunted, grinning at his rival. She then disappeared from view, confusing him momentarily, and reappeared behind him kicking him in the back and knocking the wind out of him. Vegeta cocked his head to side after he caught his breath and glared at the smiling girl.

"Now can I have an actual compliment?" she questioned both sweetly and smugly.

The prince opened his mouth, to either compliment Tomala or retort, when a scream was heard over in the registration tents. Both children sprang into action, quickly flying to the area where two foreign beings were picking on younger Saiyans around their age. The prince glared at the two aliens, one pink and fat, and the other blue and tall with green hair. Something about the aliens didn't sit right with the young Saiyan, and he decided to intervene, catching the fist of the pink fool before pushing the alien back.

"I don't know who you are," the prince stated forcefully, "but you are strangers on our planet. How dare you attack out people?"

The blue alien chuckled. "I know who you are," he stated. "Prince Goku, correct?"

The Saiyan was not amused and remained silent to what sounded like a jeer. "And you are?"

"Zarbon, prince," the alien responded with a sickening smirk, "and this is my colleague, Dodoria. We were registering for the tournament and these little children did not believe we could hold our own in the ring. We were only demonstrating our power a little."

Little Vegeta didn't buy the foreigner's statements. "Save it for the preliminaries," the prince scoffed, crossing his arms, "and don't let me catch you harassing my people again."

Zarbon gazed upon the prince intently, his grin never fading. "Your eyes are blue, just like your mother's," he responded. "Darker, but still just as captivating. No ounce of fear, though. Unfortunate." He turned to face his comrade. "Let's go, Dodoria. We must reconvene with Cui and the other gnats." His disturbing glance returned to Little Vegeta. "Farewell, prince. I hope we meet in the ring…if you're strong enough."

Vegeta didn't react, only staying in place as the aliens walked past him, Tomala, and the children. Tomala was instantly at his side. "What…what was that all about?"

Even the prince was unsure. What the alien implied…it sounded like he knew his mother, but that couldn't be true. His mother had only ever been to two planets, Earth and Planet Vegeta. There was something about the alien that troubled the young boy, mainly the way he looked at him. It was terrifying that this stranger showed interest in him. And his final words…he had just challenged him.

"I don't know. It was probably just a scare tactic." And Little Vegeta had to believe that. After all, there was no way the stranger knew his mother. Besides, everyone knew that Saiyans had black eyes. If his father was the Saiyan king, then anyone could assume his blue eyes came from his mother. Still, he would be keeping an eye on the stranger, and he would defeat him in the ring.

Oblivious to the tension near the registration tables, Gohan was looking around the square. He planned to meet someone there, his friend, Videl, from the planet, Rescue Star, who would be participating in the tournament along with her father. Videl had contacted him recently, telling him she would meet him by the statue of the Legendary Super Saiyan. He couldn't wait to see the woman again.

"Gohan!"

He turned at the sound of his name seeing his friend running towards him and smiled. The Saiyan noticed that her father was also accompanying her. The short man eyed him warily, though Gohan couldn't understand why. It wasn't enough to make his grin fade. Gohan was still very excited to see her.

"Hey, Videl," he greeted as they approached him. "Good morning, Mister Hercule."

Hercule relaxed and then forced on a smile. "Uh, good morning." He then looked up to his daughter and added, "Now, are you sure you'll be all right?"

"Oh course, dad," Videl replied before looking at the half-Saiyan. "Gohan will be with me, after all."

"Yeah, you don't have to worry," Gohan assured the man. "I just want to show Videl around. I'll bring her back to the palace to our wing. King Vegeta said you two should stay with us."

"Why aren't we staying with the rest of the guests?" Hercule questioned in confusion.

Videl was the one who noticed Gohan's grim expression before he smiled at her father. "Nothing major. You're friends of our family, so he thought it would be better to stay close by."

Hecule seemed to buy it and said, "Well, alright then. You two have fun, and don't get involved in any street fights…again."

Both teenagers chuckled. "Heh, right."

With that, Hercule left the two alone, and Videl finally questioned Gohan. "So…now that he's gone, spill. Why are we staying with you, and don't give me any bullshit about how close we all are. The only reason our families know each other is because you helped me in that fight on Rescue Star."

That was one of the things Gohan liked about the girl in front of him. She was sweet as pie when she needed to be, but she had a mouth on her and took crap from no one. He could never lie to her. He had attempted to lie about his heritage the first time they met. She had been in a fight with six guys, and they weren't playing fair. He had joined her, and they took the men down together. It was the first time Saiyans had visited Rescue Star since the alliance had been re-established, so when she asked what planet he was from since she had never seen him before, he had tried to make something up. She had seen right through it and demanded the truth.

Now was no different. "There are some really bad people entering the tournament. They were the ones who attacked the queen's planet and eliminated all the Earthlings. They're…staying at the palace. We're trying to take precautions to keep those we care about safe."

Videl looked astonished. "Why…why can't they stay elsewhere?"

"Vegeta…" Gohan sighed. "He has to appear detached from the queen or else Frieza will use her to make him bend to his will. Apparently, he killed Vegeta's grandmother, and Dodoria, one of his men, murdered my grandfather's entire team save my grandma, since she was pregnant, and grandpa who was recovering from another mission. These guys are terrible people. I don't even know the full story of what happened on Earth, but the queen is terrified of them. The reason this tournament is happening is because Frieza wants the capsule technology. It's why he attacked Earth in the first place."

"That's crazy!" Videl shouted before looking around and then quieting her voice. "And…what about the pregnancies? Do they know?"

"No," Gohan whispered harshly. "No one but our families know, not even the people. The kids know, too, but dad's been watching them closely. If anyone else knows, dad said it would only be this little kid, Tomala, that Prince Goku has been sparring with. Other than that, only we know. Tarble and I worked on creating something to protect mom and Bulma and the babies. They can't detect the babies' ki, and it's shielded armor so they'll be safe. Please…please don't say anything. And tell me you didn't tell your dad."

"I promise I didn't tell him," Videl assured him, "and I won't tell anyone else. Gohan, thank you…for keeping us protected, too."

"You don't have to thank me for that," Gohan replied sincerely. "Videl, I care about you. You know that. I won't let anything happen to you, especially not because of them."

Videl felt immense adoration for Gohan in that moment, but she covered it up with arrogance, not wanting to be caught up in emotion. "Well, thanks, Gohan, but we both know I can take care of myself."

Gohan chuckled. "I don't doubt that at all. Now, come on." He took her hand in his. "You gave me a tour of Rescue Star, so now, I would live to give you a tour of my home. Welcome to Planet Vegeta, Videl."

There were too many people in the square that one of the fighters felt like he was going to jump out of his skin. For years, he served Frieza, though not willingly, and now he had to forcibly willingly write his name down on a paper. He hadn't wanted to participate in the tournament, but his master made sure he knew what he had to lose. It wasn't enough that the villain had destroyed his home planet and parents. No, Prince Brenten of the Sintians never forgave Frieza for destroying Sintia Rogue, but he had no choice but to listen to his every command.

"Brenten, don't forget to add me, too."

Brenten looked down at his younger sister and frowned. Yes, Frieza had even ordered that his little sister participate in the fights, as well. "Sintia…" he murmured, shaking his head before writing her name down as well. He handed the document back to the Saiyan in front of him and then took his sister's hand. He knew they would have to meet up with the barbarians soon. Oh, how he hated them all, yet was powerless to stop them.

When they were alone, his sister began humming. "And what are you so happy about?" he grumbled.

"We're on a new planet!" the little girl said excitedly. "It's my first time off the ship, remember?"

Brenten hesitated, hating that it was in fact the first time since she was a baby that she actually had earth beneath her. "Yeah, I remember. Sorry about that, but you know you can't go on any missions. Not yet, anyway." And hopefully not ever…

"I know," she replied, still happy as anything. "But it's okay. Maybe we can go the next time you have vacation."

"Yeah…vacation." He grew quiet for a minute before he glanced at the time through his scouter. "Damn," he growled. "We're going to be late. Let's go, Sintia, before Commander Zarbon comes looking for us."

"Alright, big brother."

He was really glad that his sister was so oblivious to the true horrors around them. However, he had no idea how much longer he'd be able to shield her, especially being on this planet for the tournament. For everyone's sake, one of Frieza's men needed to win so that they could use the technology the tyrant wanted. If not…well, Brenten needed to win…somehow.

"Peppan!"

Peppan jumped as she heard her name being called from the last person she expected or wanted to see. "Oh, hello, Kakarot," she greeted meekly. "I figured you would have already been registered."

"I am, but I'm watching out to make sure there's no trouble. Apparently, some of Frieza's men were already harassing some children earlier. Prince Goku somehow got involved. Queen Bulma isn't really happy about that."

A shiver ran up Peppan's spine as she thought about children getting hurt. "I…I can imagine. Everyone is okay?"

"Yeah, just peachy," Kakarot assured her. "So, did you just get done registering?" The woman sighed heavily and nodded causing the other Saiyan to smile. "Great! Hey, I was about to head into town to meet Chi Chi and my dad for lunch. Would you like to join us?"

Kakarot frowned when Peppan recoiled from him and started walking away. She stopped only to say, "I'm sorry, Kakarot, but it wouldn't be right. I…don't belong with you guys. Just, take care. I'll see you at the tournament."

Peppan was about to rush away when a wave of dizziness consumed her. She managed to hold herself up, her hand quickly moving to her forehead when Kakarot caught her. Kakarot knew what was going on with Peppan, even if she herself never understood. "Peppan, it's okay. Please come with us. You need food and to be around people who care about you. Everything is going to be okay. You'll see."

"No," Peppan countered forcing the tears to stay at bay. "Nothing will be all right. He hates me."

She pulled away from him. "Uh, Peppan, wait."

She tilted her head slightly, a sad smile on her face. "Thank you for your concern, but it's better this way. Goodbye, Kakarot."

Raditz entered the square to register his name into the tournament and was met with the site of his younger brother catching his mate, preventing the woman from falling, only to be pushed away. His concern outweighed his pride. He had tried to find Peppan at her job, but she hadn't been going for a while. She had withdrawn from everyone, and he knew it was his fault. He couldn't tell her that they were mates, not yet anyway. What he could do was step up and try to re-establish some connection with her. He owed her everything, even a listening ear to what she was going to tell him that day.

He reached her just as she stumbled and caught herself only to crash into an alien who nearly shoved her out of the way. Quickly, Raditz caught her before she hit the ground, her eyes clenched shut. Her eyes twitched before she finally opened them and took in her surroundings. And then she looked up to the person who caught her and became terrified, her eyes shining with distrust. "Uh…R-Raditz?"

Raditz's expression softened as he gazed at her, unconsciously holding her tighter. "Peppan, are you all right?"

"I…I think so," she responded and attempted to stand. Raditz assisted her up and didn't let go. "You, uh, thank you…"

"Yeah," Raditz whispered. "No problem. What the hell happened?" She moved to grip her head again and his brows furrowed in concern. "Are you feeling dizzy?"

Peppan nodded. "A little."

"Did you eat yet?"

Peppan gasped and blushed slightly. "What makes you think I haven't?"

"Because you never eat anything when you're upset."

Her breath hitched as her wary eyes met his sincere orbs. "Let me take you out for lunch. You need to keep up your strength, especially if you'll be fighting in the preliminaries."

"You don't need to worry about me, Raditz," she told him. "I'll be fine."

But Raditz would take "no" for an answer. "Peppan, this isn't up for discussion. You're coming with me."

The woman looked down to the ground and muttered a quiet, "Fine."

Raditz nodded in approval and then motioned for Peppan to follow him. She kept her distance, but she stayed with him as he quickly registered his name. The two of them exited the tent and started walking into town. "So," Peppan started awkwardly standing next to Raditz, but still at a distance, "where are we going?"

A smirk appeared on Raditz's face to cover up his fond smile. "I figured we could go to the bar. Not your bar. The other one, from the night we…"

He watched as Peppan's face lit up bright red and grinned. It didn't bother him how distant she was acting. Just being in her presence was helping him, so that could only mean that it was helping her, too. He wouldn't burden her with the fact that they were mated, not yet anyway. For now, her company was all he wanted.

That was enough.

Bulma was busy running around the castle getting everything fine-tuned for the guests and the banquet. It had bothered her when her oldest son returned home with his friend reporting the events that happened in the square. Goku had come into contact with Zarbon, and Zarbon in turn implied he knew her to her son. She didn't feel comfortable, especially when the prince said he thought it was a scare tactic since Zarbon practically challenged her little boy for the ring. Bulma did not want that. She would need to talk to Vegeta about a solution. There was no way her child was getting into the ring with that madman.

"Well, well, well, Queen Bulma, what a pleasant surprise."

Bulma froze at the sound of his voice, her heart beating fast as the panic set in. Oh God, please, no.

The queen turned to face a sinisterly smirking Frieza standing in front of her. Where she was taller than the tyrant, she felt so small standing before him. This villain had caused her and her people so much pain. She never thought she'd be standing face to face with him alone.

"What do you want?" she asked with a slight snap in her voice as her eyes narrowed. "I'm very busy organizing everything for the tournament you proposed."

"Hmn hmn," Frieza chuckled. "Yes, I'm sure you are. I must say, Your Majesty, that I was shocked to see you the last time I visited this planet. Tell me, how did you escape the planet? We took out every type of transportation you could have used, and I am sure you were too traumatized to actually create something to escape. That only leaves one option."

Bulma refused to answer Frieza's wonderings with a response. He didn't need to know that Vegeta had found her and rescued her from that hell. If he found that out, he might think Vegeta's connection with her was truly as strong as it was and, like Vegeta, she needed to remain detached. "I need to get things for the banquet handled," she finally replied. "Excuse me."

As she attempted to walk away, Frieza stopped her by grabbing her arm with his tail. Bulma shuddered in both fear and disgust. She had never had the displeasure of being handled by Frieza, only by Zarbon. This brought a new wave of sickness that she couldn't bury down, possibly because of the baby in addition to how sick this alien made her.

"Bulma!" a call came from nowhere.

Tarble came running up to the two looking frantic. "Thank goodness I've found you," he stated as if everything around them was normal. "We've run into an emergency. I need you to come with me right away. It can't wait."

The look on Frieza's face told Bulma that the Arcosian was not at all happy with her brother-in-law's intrusion. She, on the other hand, couldn't have been happier. Of course, she knew it was a ruse. Tarble was only attempting to protect her. There was no emergency, but Frieza didn't need to know it. "As you can see, I am very busy," she stated as calmly and elegantly as she could, given the situation. "I hope you find everything very accommodating. I will be civil with you, Frieza, but only because I find it unnecessary to burden the people with something that happened almost a decade ago. However, I ask that you stay as far away from me as possible. Good day."

Bulma left with Tarble, both royals walking in a forced slow pace down the hall. Frieza wore a pleasant, arrogant grin until the two headed around the corner. Once the two were out of eye-sight, Frieza's expression darkened as he glowered at the corner. The rage he felt towards his situation, he could hardly contain it. The woman had been his and no one else's. He planned to return shortly after, and yet someone else had gotten there first. He did not buy King Vegeta's story about how he just came across her. The girl would not have been able to leave her planet meaning that the Saiyans had gone to Earth for whatever reason. No, the Saiyan had rescued the little human and yet was trying to act like he knew nothing about her origin's when he in fact knew everything.

They have no idea who they're dealing with.

Frieza still intended on getting his way. He would leave with Bulma whether the Saiyans fought him or not. Her technology would be his, and the planet would be destroyed. That was the plan, and Frieza was going to make it happen.