Author's Note:

CML: Hey everyone! Thank you so much again for reading our next chapter! I love reading your reviews for those who submitted! I am honestly glad you all are still on this journey with us! Anyway, lots of drama still ahead for our characters and I hope we don't disappoint. I know this question wasn't really asked, but reading a reviewer's statement of this different idea; I wanted to elaborate a little about. Usually when I think of a writing process, or how I come up with my ideas-I tend to not really expect it until I see it. Most of the time I have dreams of a really cool concept, or I researched something. This idea, however, I have had in the back of my mind for...well years. I had lost someone very close to me and SanshiLove gave me some advice I hadn't really taken until now. She told me that I should write down my thoughts before they disappear and I should use my writing to help cope in my grief. So I decided that this past anniversary that I would make a story that would help me in this. Thus I explore more of this idea I had wanted to do. Well as you can see it spiraled into...well this. I owe SanshiLove for not just her advice, but her proofreading skills, her helpful plot points, and her patience with me. Don't get me wrong, I thank a lot of you who are reading our work and staying with us for each chapter, but I also want to show my appreciation to my co-writer here. Without her, I probably would not have make this story public, not have the best time getting over some of my grief that I carry. So thank you fans, and thank you SanshiLove-for literally everything and helping me to grow into the writer that I am.

Chapter 9 Trouble on the Homefront

-Vegeta-

The clearly flustered Prince of all Saiyans was swiftly making his way down the halls of the medical wing. The reason for his haste was to ensure his plan had been carried out. His plan to have Kakarot take them, the woman and brat, to the refugee camp before his mother and sister would arrive. Should that fool's actions be too late, he wasn't quite sure if he could survive the aftermath. He made his way towards the room that once held his brat. He found the room barren, save for the medical equipment that was stationed there. A loud sigh of relief exited his lungs as he reached over to the nearby wall and allowed the structure to steady him. Maybe just maybe he could keep this ticking time bomb under control until he had at least the chance to have a discussion with that infuriating woman. The whole conversation had left a bad taste in his mouth when it had not gone anything like he initially planned. Years of searching lead to the moment when instead of being considerate of what she had gone through, he instead flipped his shit. He would never admit that out loud though, after all it wasn't his fault she was so damn sensitive. He had built up the moment and in the end it feel apart; this all left him in his dire straits.

Seeing that the room was in the conditioned he had hoped, along with the time bought by Kakarot, he stepped out of the medical room into the empty hallway. He pondered on the thought of going to visit the woman tonight and see if they can't actually talk the whole thing out. The unrealistic idea of 'talking' almost made him laugh. The two of them had never really seen eye to eye on any subject and both were always on the defensive no matter what. He had his temper that seemingly matched hers. Whatever he seemed to dish out, she would always throw it right back at him. Part of this is why he actually cared for her, she had such a fiery spirit no matter the odds. It was almost Saiyan like, her passion and sharp tongue, except she was Human with that weak ki of hers. His mind seemed to reminisce about the thought of the blue haired girl talking back to him his first day on Earth still brought a smirk to his features. She was the most annoyingly beautiful creature he ever set his eyes on. She was brilliant in only the way she could be. She sheltered him, provided for him, hell she didn't have a truly unkind word to give him even when they argued. His mind was interrupted by taking in account of his surroundings. Seeing as his mother's fury would know no end he thought it best, for his own self-preservation, that he would take the back way in his escape route. He knew if she were to find he had meddled in this affair, it didn't take a genius to know that their would be consequences. However, no matter how terrible her temper was or how livid she would be that he prevented her from seeing the woman and his brat, he found some solace that at least he could make one thing happen right today.

That and the miraculous fact that the fool was able to fucking follow orders correctly and promptly for once. Say what you want about the idiot, but in the years since his family was brought here he learned to follow orders quite well, especially when it comes to those that matter. Ever since his men found Kakarot and his family in hiding on some ass-backwards planetary structure, he had made the orders for them to be saved. He had personally gone to meet the damn clown with his own speech to give about how he was less than worthy to be saved by his prince, but was stopped short when he had seen his condition. Kakarot had been different, and not in the best of ways. He couldn't quite grasp the depth of it, but he was no stranger to what this man might have witnessed. He supposed he gained a newfound respect for the man, sure he was still the biggest happy-go-lucky moron he had always been, but what the man gained was mindfulness. Once a one-track mind, he quickly observed the way he handled himself among his people, how he talked to his mate, how he disciplined his children. It was as if his true Saiyan nature had awakened and made him...more bearable to be around? Regardless of the case, perhaps he has finally gained some wisdom in his experiences out in the real universe. His reverie was stopped short by the sound of quickly approaching footsteps that belonged to none other than his sister's ki signature. He had ended up in the dining area and decided to sit down and get some food.

"VEGETA!," he heard her shrill, angered tone while she barreled up to him with her speed. "Just what in the seven hells were you thinking! What did you do with them? Where are they!" Kalei glared ominously as she towered over his sitting figure. Just seeing his stoic expression, she had to resist the urge to snap her fist forward and clock him right in his teeth for his obvious betrayal. She had gone to bat for him and he repaid her help by letting her be the fool. Clearly their mother was less than thrilled that she did not meet the fabled human who had potentially stolen her son's heart. Which, in turn, had her in the unfortunate position of closest person for her to yell at. Her ears were still ringing.

"Who are you asking about?" Her brother dryly joked as he was seating near the window that overlooked the gardens. On the opposite end was the viewing screen that was airing the daily news from around the main planet. With a bored and uninterested look, he chose to ignore her and continue to watch the screen which only fueled her anger.

"You know damn well who! What did you do with her? I made a promise to her, damn you! I swear by the gods if you hurt her or that little boy-"

"Kalei, not that I don't need to remind you, but they are my problem and they are not hurt. So for Kami's sakes keep that voice of yours down," He hissed as he was not liking the attention she could be drawing. He watched his sister seeth as her brows furrow deeper. Angrily, she yanked the seat right next to her brother and sat down with enough force to strain the poor object. 'Just what did he do to that poor earthling?' She knew he didn't have it in him to kill them, but with the threat of their parents weighing down on him . . . maybe he did something just as terrible.

"Would you stop making that face!" He snapped before eyeing the servant that was approaching them. He didn't bother wait for the poor man to speak the formal greeting, "I will have the seafood option and bring a fine dark wine to go with it." Without any offense, the servant nods and puts in the Prince's orders in the tablet he carried.

Then he turned his gaze towards the Princess, "Anything for you your highness?"

Giving an annoyed sigh, she shifted her vision towards him,"A parfait with water." Her clipped tone, though given to the unoffended servant, was clearly directed to her brother, that continued to be unaffected by her annoyance.

"Yes, your highness," The servant spoke with a neutral tone while punching in her order and then taking a formal bow before he takes his leave back towards the kitchen. With the servant's disappearance, Vegeta spied his younger sister out of the corner of his eye, who clearly was not going to let any of this go. By the gods, she was almost an equal pain in the ass as the blasted woman. Regardless of what stunts she attempted to pull, he would be damned if he gave her an inch of information, after all, that would defeat the purpose of sending them off to safety.

"So where is she?" She wasted not a second longer with her interrogation.

"Where do you think? They are safe for now and that's all you need to know," He boredly spoke while continue to watch the news. He could feel her gaze burning holes in him, but he would be damned if he gave her any satisfaction. She knew better than to stick her nose in his business. If she wasn't happy that he didn't let her in well, that was her own damn fault. As she made pathetic attempts to break through his stone walls, it proved to only annoy her more as he wouldn't budge on the issue. It wasn't long till the servant brought out the drinks over and set it down before the siblings. The tension was heavy between the pair that you could swear there was electricity threatening to shock anyone within its radius.

"Fine! Be that way!" The princess yanked her water towards her took a long sip of the cold beverage, "But I hope that you realize mother is not going to accept any of your bullshit answers, you know. She was beyond pissed, not that I can blame her, they were missing in the first place! You know, your stupid little issues have caused me a lot of problems and I hope you plan to take responsibility for it all!" Again, she was met with his silence as he scoffed at her lecture. She took another sigh, but this time it was her benefit, "You know, I don't know how you got them out of here . . . but, truth be told, I am actually glad you did."

At hearing this,Vegeta nearly spit out his wine. After all her complaining, lecturing, and all around bitchiness, was she honestly praising him? He brought a hand to rub his temples. Gods was she just as frustrating as well. At his sisters sudden change of heart, the stone-walled brother could see why though, their mother could be quite the monster if anything threatened their family. It didn't matter if it was physically, politically, or any other type of force. His mother was not to be reckoned with, but what else would you expect from the Queen of all Saiyans? Of course with the situation as is, one could definitely call the woman and his brat a potential threat.

"Your going to talk it out with her right?" She spoke in a hushed tone now far calmer than she was earlier.

"I am damn well going to try," he said taking another sip, "she isn't very well known for being easy to talk to on such serious matters like this." Kalei nearly laughs.

"Oh, like you're one to talk." She continued to sip her water and follow his line of sight towards the news. They had been distracted by their conversation that she had almost missed reading the ticker tape information scrolling across the bottom of the screen. It was a typical update on empire affairs but Kalei had a bad feeling as the pair sat in silence. Their food was brought out and placed down in front of them. While Vegeta began breaking apart the shell of some crab-like creature, the screen suddenly flickers to black. Something about the way the connection was interrupted gave an unsettling feeling. The pair had stopped attempting to dig into their meal and eyed each other with confused expressions.

When the screen's picture came into focus, they came to a scene of a young saiyan girl that was hanging from a wall, chains embedding into her skin. By the looks of her, she couldn't be more than thirteen-or worse, perhaps younger. The realization suddenly hits the still prince, this wasn't the standard broadcast, this was something completely sinister in nature, and all he could do was sit there and witness the uncomfortable scene before him. The distressed girl looked noble born and appeared to be a Saiyan. Was this perhaps the kidnapped Saiyan girl that they had heard about in the meeting with the family? The one that Cooler had taken. Somehow, he found his suspicion confirmed as he watched a familiar masked man, wearing a bright crest marking him as one of Cooler's men, unsheath a blade that was strapped to the creature's side and waved it around before bringing it to the girl's arm. He could only watch on at her terrified expression. She had struggled and appeared to be begging in the way her body language jerked against her restraints. Her hair shielded her eyes, and although there was no audio, he could somehow still hear her screams when her mouth opened while the bastard dragged the blade against her skin. How were they doing any this? They were broadcasting the torture of the young girl on the Saiyan emperial news. How?

Vegeta couldn't bare to look away as the man made other slices down the girl's arm. The blood from her pooled down by her suspended feet as he could see tears streaming down her cheeks. She suddenly was jerking against him as the weapon was jammed into her upper arm and twisted. Watching the heartwrenching expression on her face as she screamed something fierce twisted his stomach. His sister suddenly slammed her hands on the table practically breaking it. Her energy sending the plates and cups shattering to the ground in all directions. What unnerved the Prince of Saiyans was that he had had seen this torture firsthand, one used mostly by the Kolds for their so called play things. It had only succeeded in dredged up bad memories for him as he stood up wordlessly to shut off the broadcast. His hands were shaking by his side as he attempted to calm her nerves. Who the fuck did this? Was this planet wide? How did the fucking Kolds get ahold of this poor girl?

'The shit-storm is apparently not going stop today.' He barely registered the thought at what he just saw. Regaining what little self-composure he had left, he turned to see to his younger sister her face hidden under her bangs. He was willing to bet his pride that she was no doubt hiding her tears. 'Always was quite sentimental saiyan, huh Kalei.' He silently admired.

"Brother . . . what the hell that?" He spied her trembling form and her balled fists by her side. There was no way he could miss the deathly tone in her unwavering voice. "Was that even real?"

He took a steady breath before answering, half wondering if he should answer her at all. "That was probably propaganda that we were told about. Clearly sent from the Kolds. They are not usually ones to bluff. I would assume that it was real, maybe...even live." He paused, in his explanation, to gauge how much more he should even say. Before she can muster an answer, a messenger sprints into the room his face flushed from the sudden urgency.

"My lord!" He breathed hard out of breath, "The king has called an immediate council meeting regarding the live broadcast that was shown just now! Please, both your presence is required immediately!"

Not doubting the sudden order, the prince gave a nod, 'Of course there would be an emergency council meeting about this. If this torture was being broadcasted in the castle, that could only mean it would be empire wide. This is going to be a literal disaster for us if Father can't figure out a way to handle this shit-storm. Well, at least on a positive note, it meant the woman issue would die down for a little while at least.' He lightly grabs Kalei's arm so as to break her from her own shock.

"Kalei, come on we need to get to the meeting." She looked up at him with a mix of emotions on her face as he gave the order. He could easily read her expression as if he was reading text on a page. This was affecting her kind heart in ways that shouldn't affect a normal Saiyan. Death was a normal circumstance in their culture, especially honorable death. However, children were always her soft spot, and seeing one of their own being tortured in a degrading way it wasn't hard to see its effect on her. Clearly, the issue of the kidnapped saiyan girl was real intel and not a hoax. This would need would need to be dealt with promptly, and discreetly. Seeing that more pressing matters were needed over her emotions, she roughly wiped away her tears and took a deep breath in order calm herself down.

Looking up at her brother with clear determination with the familiar resemblance of fire in her eyes, a tell-tell trait in their family. She had clearly regained her composure, "Alright, let's go. I don't want to keep them waiting." She cleared her throat.

The Prince gave a nod of approval before they made their way to the council chamber where they knew their parents would be waiting. Upon arriving, they had taken their rightful seats by their unsettled mother and father. It was no surprise that King Vegeta looked even more furious than before while the Queen gave her only son, Vegeta, a very dirty look that clearly gaged how much hot water he was in. Her gaze then returned it's concentration back to the council meeting. Much to his annoyance, it would appear the matter from earlier was clearly not over yet. As the siblings looked around, taking in the appearance of the whole chamber. The chamber was wide and circular to accommodate the group that was now seated, around fifteen people not including the royal family, whose seats were in the back and raised a whole foot higher than the others. The room was abuzz with the incessant noise consisting of random arguments over what was just seen across the entire empire. With the arrival of the late royal heirs, the room only grew louder with private conversations. However, their arrival also ment the meeting could begin.

"SILENCE!" the King Vegeta bellowed out to the whole room which in turn fell silent all around them. "I know by now we are all aware of the propaganda that was broadcast across our entire empire. This meeting is to get to the bottom of it, and then decide how best to proceed." The king sits tall and proud in his chair as all the council members look anxious at one another by his decree.

"Your Grace," The high councillor Hart was the first to speak up. He was lord of the crescent hills of the west, and his family was infamous among the bureaucratic society they live in. "This sensitive event is entirely unprecedented. No one has ever broken into our broadcast system since its creation. The security of these areas should be our top priority moving forward." Immediately there were soft murmurs in the group as each had their own opinion on the statement given. The councillor was not wrong as in the history of their broadcast system, it never once had ever been breached.

"I object to that statement!" Councillor Naven of Vega was second to speak out, per his usual dramatic display. He was always know for his theatrical, but accurate statements."That poor girl should be our top priority. Should the nobles of the empire learn of our refusal to save such an innocent young thing from harm, I dare say there will be a fear for rebellion." He had a hard time hiding a smirk at the edges of his mouth while waving his arms around for emphasis of the weight of his statement. The word 'rebellion' once again spread the uneasy silence through the room.

"You truly think the life of one little girl will cause an uprising?" The regal queen spoke up in her emotionless tone. "I do not think that this child would be any sort of cause of panic. We need only prove she is not what she appears, not throw around a ridiculous word that would never happen in our rule." The queen paused, glaring at those who dare defy her logic, while allowing the group to once again settle back into silence. "I have already composed a team to begin investigating the child that Lord Cooler had acquired. From all the information that has been gathered so far, it would appear that the girl is not a Saiyan citizen, let alone a Saiyan noble. To be completely clear, there was absolutely no information regarding who she was, or even where she came from."

"The girl's image was broadcasted across the entire empire. No offense Your Grace," The suck up Lord Dack finally spoke up in his bored tone, "It would be best if we showed the people that there will be swift action in learning the identity of the girl, and to ensure the public that she will be rescued."

"Rescue her? From Lord Cooler himself?! Are you mad!" Hart growled out in anger as he slammed a stray hand on the table with his closed fist. He glared around at the group in a dark manner, "Just because you send no squads to the battlefield, doesn't mean you can send us on a suicide mission for some girl that no one even knows!"

"What you are all failing to acknowledge is the fact that this girl is indeed Saiyan. The public won't care whatsoever where she came from, or what even her parentage is. That being said, Hart is correct in sending someone to the Kold empire to save her would be stupidly a suicide, especially considering she is more likely on Lord Coolers ship than anywhere else." Vegeta took this moment to speak his mind as his cold gaze stills the once heated room. Most of the members were taken aback by the Prince. Usually his presence only brought silence as he allowed his father to take charge. It would seem such a matter of this brought his opinion out; which all were eager to lap up each word chosen by the future ruler of Vegeta-sei.

"You have made plenty of mission's into the Kold territory to save your pathetic humans. Why is this mission any different?" King Vegeta asked his son directly. One couldn't misplace the icy tone in his voice, or the narrowed expression that his son dared to speak out at such a time. The whispers returned with such vigor as the participating members looked between the wordless exchange of father and son; the old tradition against new ideas.

"Because my King, this child would be a valuable asset to Lord Cooler. He, like Lord Frieza, will likely use the same methods as with me. This bastard will keep her close by any means necessary. Unfortunately, what this entails is that she will reside on his highly guarded ship. If you care to truly investigate them, are basically impenetrable." He sighed not sure how this conversation will go going forward, but all he knew was he was already on his parent's shit list might as well go big or go home. It was not lost on him just how much his father was unhappy about him challenging his mother's opinion, and then opening a divide that the council was sure to exploit in this conversation. Perhaps he should have remained silent, not cause waves in the water, but something about what he saw and seeing how it upset his sister, it just didn't sit well with him.

"So what are you suggesting then? We can't afford to leave this girl where she is," Kaleli joined her brother's side as the fire in her burning brighter at this topic. She stood with him on this matter, and god be damned if anyone would change her way. Seeing that child, that haunting expression unnerved her something fierce. What really made her stomach roll was the fact that they were sitting here and debating if they should do anything; much less help. A child in need was a child regardless of race, and unlike her brother, she didn't avert her pointed gaze from her parents as she dared to stare them down in defiance. It was almost as if she was shaming them in their lack of empathy to help a child, much less one of their own race.

"Perhaps this problem was a singular issue?" Lord Yenik of the Eastern Hills interjected in this sudden family affair. "If this was a singular broadcast we could ease the public into thinking it was a form of entertainment, that was perhaps in bad taste? It would be all to easy to pass it off as some troublemakers messing with the broadcasting system." The fat lord smiles as he attempted to sweep this issue under the rug. Prince Vegeta was more than willing to bet that this sick pervert was into this type of entertainment. That he more than likely, enjoyed in the illegal parts of the universe where he had his business dealings. It also didn't sit well with him that he attempted to side track the ethical issue of the debate they were in. Then again, it wasn't uncommon for him. After all, he used to be part of this scum type of life. Under the table he had to place his own hand over his sister's clenched one as she sent a murderous glare towards the unsuspecting cretin.

"Finally! A good idea," the King agreed, which only earned a rightful, unified glare from both his children. "Let's go with this plan for now. If we can get the public to forget about what they saw, maybe we can move past this little issue with some damn common sense." Questionable murmurs continue to spread through the room at the King's apparently rushed decision.

"Father, the people who put this out will not let this be the end of it! It's obvious this was a ploy to stir up the public and-" His daughter attempted to reason.

"Kalei," Her father's cold, authoritative tone interrupts, "You are not yet in a position to even begin to argue with my decisions on such trivial matters."

He watched his daughter's glare darken while all she could do was bite her tongue in irritation by his words. Her father was being completely unreasonable, and instead of dealing with the issues, he just wanted a quick fix so he could end the meeting and do gods knows what! It infuriated her to no end to think that something as detrimental to define their race was relying in the hands of lazy, greedy councilmen, and her insufferable parents. She shot her brother a pleading look, but only came to a remorseful one as she got the feeling her brother was pitying her. He may share in her misery, but she doubted he understood the compassion that she felt. If the leaders of this planet would neglect even one of their own for their own greed, just what hope of a future did they deserve? She was always taught that the weakest of them was thousand times better than the best of any out there. If that was true, then why were they all rolling over on their bellies? She was brought out of her anger by her brother giving her clenched hands a tight squeeze to gain her attention. He shook his head to ensure that the matter would need to be dropped for now.

"Dear, we should at least have a plan if this was not the last of the enemy propaganda." Their mother spoke in a sweet, loving voice as to appease her favorite child. It was a simple gesture to show good faith for her daughter's clear worry.

"Very well, my Queen," Her mate agreed and turned his attention to his son, "Vegeta this task shall be appointed to you. Since you know better than anyone about the inner workings of the Kold empire. You are best suited to find this girl, and how best to form a plan to go about rescuing her. Should we find that she is not a Saiyan, terminate any efforts to rescue her." Vegeta could only look on half knowing this would be assigned to him. Of course this would be his goddamn luck today. His father was still angry about the recent events, and the glaring insubordination at this meeting, that it was no surprise that the bastard was now taking his anger out on him. The mission he was given would be next to damn near impossible to complete. Was the damn asshole trying to get him killed? What exactly was his plan for sending his son back into the claws of those vile monsters? He wasn't quite sure what his father was playing at, but he would be having a conversation later about it. He let that fucker send him into that hell once, he'd be damned if he pulled the same damn stunt again. Still, not wanting to drawn anymore unwanted attention, he nodded his head in acceptance of the mission. It sucked that he knew he had no rights to refuse a direct order from the king.

"As you wish father, I will have my team look further into this situation." He reluctantly replied. He could still hear the damn council voices begin again to rise in chatter around the room.

"Very well then. All that leaves is who will looking into the broadcasting room break-in, and prevent any further broadcasts," the ruler of Vegeta-sei spoke as he looked over the unsettling group with their advertised gazes. "Hart, I believe you were the one who suggested that this matter be our top priority. I'd like you to make it yours now. Find out just who made that broadcast possible, and bring them forth for divine punishment. I will not have this happen again. This is completely unacceptable and sets an example for those to violate the system. I will not take this insult lightly. Find who did this, and find them fast. I want this matter put to rest as quickly and quietly as possible." His tone clear that this should be the last enemy broadcast in his empire.

"As you command Your Grace, although I may need to borrow some resources. Would this be permitted?" Hart asks, clearly planning to use the situation to his own advantage.

"Yes you may take whatever it is you need for the task, but I want results. Do not let this be a wasted effort. You will bring those held responsible and you will do it without delay." the King replied waving him off while repeating himself. He let out another frustrated sigh and gazed out among the group, "Then with that this concludes the emergency meeting. Now all of you get out!" He yells at them all. Quickly, the councillors were more than eager to clear the room. As the members of the meeting began to file out, the King eyed his own moving family that stayed seated. "You three will be staying here. We have a few matters to discuss." His clipped tone was directed towards his immediate family. Know that this was coming, no one moved from their seats as they waited for the room to be completely clear of any unwanted attendees. "Just what the hell is actually going on here?" Their father was the first to speak as he narrowed his gaze at his children, and mate.

"This all is news to me, dear" Their mother sighed while shifting back more comfortable in her seat, "There was no way for any us to know Lord Cooler would act on this so quickly." Their two children remained silent in their chairs as they continued their dark glares at both of their parents. Neither one paid much mind to the hostile glances.

"The fact he acted this quickly after we received intel proves he knows who our informant is." Vegeta was the first of the pair to state while he started to get straight to the bigger issues, "and knowing the Kolds like I do, they won't back off on this. There is no way in hell that this is a one time thing." He usually hated to be wrong in something this sensitive, but rarely was he wrong about what exactly the Kolds would be planning, if the events haven't happened already by now.

"This child matter aside," The queen glared again at her first born, "What happened to that child and its mother. Strange as I was not able to meet with him as they were not located where I was informed they would be. It would appear they disappeared into thin air. You wouldn't happen to know anything about this Brat, would you?" Her face full of frustration.

"By the gods Woman, enough! Clearly they are not here right now! We don't have the time right now to deal with that mess. If they are not found, then good riddance! I hope they stay hidden, or better yet dead if it hasn't happened yet." Her mate was rubbing his temple as he felt the oncoming headache threatening to turn into a migraine. "It might be easier to send an assassin to snuff out this fucking problem!" His father complained. His son, however, could only look away figuring that would be what was said next. His father was so damn predictable and easy to read. Clearly a man of action, not tactic as he was. However, he eyed his sister, Kalei, who was in for a rude awakening for what his father truly was like when confronted with an issue he did not care about.

"WHAT?! You want to abandon that poor little girl! Have you lost your sense of decency and honor? Where the hell is your fucking Saiyan pride! This is one of our own and you just let those fucking men walk all over you!" She exploded in her anger. Infuriated with her father's lack of honor, she could hardly believe the look of annoyance he threw her way, "What if that was me, father! What if I was the girl trapped behind enemy lines, and I was being tortured everyday for their enjoyment! Would you just send someone to put me out of my misery, or hell just leave me to suffer at their hands? Just who are you!" Sympathetic as the prince was towards his sibling's pain, this was not the way of the Saiyans. Her heart was kinder than most, and more important, what a true Saiyan ruler should be for their people. Unfortunately, her anger was getting the best of her emotions, and her outcry had fallen on deaf ears once more.

"Kalei, this is a delicate situation at best. Saving the girl is next to impossible," Her mother gently attempted to reassure her while straightening her dress, "Honestly it would be a mercy for her."

"Do you both hear yourselves? A mercy? Did we not just watch the same program!" The princess was on her feet now, chest heaving from her heavy breathing as she was seeing red. These people call themselves her parents, the rulers of her proud race. Yet there was no honor in their words, nor their actions.

"Sit down Kalei, you are making a fool-"

"That is rich coming from you, father! The only fool I see her is you!" She bellowed before she turned to storm out.

"Young lady! You get-" She slammed the door behind her as the sharp sound reverberated the room at her angered exit. She was fuming with such anger from her parents she used to respect.

"What of my mission then? I don't think we have an assassin on Lord Cooler's ship right now." The more level headed of the two siblings spoke as he attempted to distract his father from storming after his sister. She maybe his daughter, but she had blatantly disrespected the King of Saiyans, and that right there is punishable by death in the right circumstances. He would need to distract the man, before orders that could not be taken back were stated for the guards to obey. He attempted to distract in the only way he knew how, he would need to consider the plan his father put forth for him. If they could get an assassin on the ship it would be quick and hopefully, painless for the young girl. However, Cooler's ship wasn't as easy to access as say Frieza's ship. There would be lots of roadblocks to get even an assassin on board, let alone them getting anywhere near an asset like this girl. This whole situation seemed to bother him since it was brought forth; it bothered him more than he originally like to consider. The whole timing was just too perfect to be a coincident. The same day he finally gets the woman he loves back; the damn Kolds start releasing damaging propaganda to cause a rift in the empire. However, the biggest question to consider is why though? They had yet to talk about why this propaganda would even be spread like it was. Was it that hard to imagine considering that his father wanted a quick fix to this glaring problem?

"We need to get through this smoothly, Brat I don't care where that girl and brat went but keep them hidden. Our family cannot take another blow until this whole thing is past us." His father interrupted his train of thought as he was currently fighting off the headache turn migraine.

"As you wish, Father." His son bowed before going after his sister.