Nappa was waiting for them when they emerged from the training chamber. Verspa could tell that he wasn't too excited with the prospect of babysitting the royal twins. He really should be more grateful.

"The two of you are becoming stronger and stronger," he said encouragingly. He uncrossed his arms, and stepped towards them.

"Of course we are," Vegeta said. "We're elites." He took on a matter-of-fact tone. Nappa's declaration of the obvious was irritating. He didn't know why his father had insisted that Nappa be their caretaker. Vegeta slowly dressed back into his clothes. "Has my father returned from Frieza's ship yet?" he asked. His father had been there for days. Frieza wasn't that friendly, so he didn't know what the two of them could possibly be discussing that could take more than a few hours.

"He expects to return shortly," Nappa said. "Which means we need to get out of here." Once Verspa and Vegeta were dressed, Nappa led the way out of the training complex. He walked a little ahead, and was wordless. Verspa turned to her brother.

"What do you think Father and Frieza were talking about all this time?" she asked him curiously. Vegeta shrugged boredly. He was just as curious as she, but he was almost certain they'd never discover what went on during their Father's meetings with Frieza.

"Perhaps we'll finally get a mission," she hoped aloud. The two of them hadn't received their first mission as of yet. Their father had been hesitant to send them out. Verspa didn't understand his feelings. If he didn't let them go on a mission, how were they to know what to do? How were they to achieve their great potential? If it was because he was worried they wouldn't come home, he had no reason to worry. Besides, actually caring made him weak. Verspa pushed this idea aside. She didn't have to worry about her father. He was not weak.

"You and me on a mission?" Vegeta laughed. "It would be no fun. It'd be over in several minutes. You can't honestly think there's scum on other planets that would stand a chance against us?"

"I suppose you're right," Verspa agreed, smiling at her brother. Vegeta smiled back. He didn't really have feelings toward anybody, but if he did, it was toward his sister. She knew him better than anyone else. They were almost one and the same. She was all he had.

The three of them walked down the cold length of the Great Hall. Much to Vegeta's surprise, his father was there, waiting. His father didn't look particularly pleased. Nappa approached his father, and bowed.

"Sire," he said his head down. He stepped aside, and allowed Vegeta and Verspa to walk forward. Normally, their father's face would have brightened upon seeing them, but it kept its stern expression.

"Leave us, Nappa," his father said. Nappa quickly exited the Great Hall. Vegeta's father heaved a sigh, and sat upon his throne.

"Your meeting with Frieza," Verspa spoke up, "How was it?" Vegeta rolled his eyes. His sister was one of the most strategic people he knew. When it came to conversation, however, she wasn't very tactful. His father pinched the bridge of his nose.

"That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about," he said. "Frieza wishes for the two of you to prove your loyalty to him. He has commanded me to let you serve directly under him."

Vegeta and Verspa exchanged excited glances. This was their chance. This was their golden opportunity to prove their worth to their father, and even better, to Frieza. However, neither of them understood why this news bothered their father so.

"What else?" Verspa asked, sensing there was still information her father wasn't sharing.

"You leave tomorrow. You will reside on Frieza's ship. Nappa will occasionally check in on the two of you. We'll hardly see each other anymore, even if you do survive all of your missions," her father continued. Vegeta laughed.

"Don't worry about us, Father," he said, "We can take care of ourselves. Once we prove ourselves to Frieza, I'm sure we'll have a lot more freedom. And if you wish for us to visit you, then we shall."

"You'd better prove yourself," their father replied. "You two are destined for greatness. You cannot fail our race now."

"We swear we shall do our best," Vegeta and Verspa said, simultaneously. Their father simply grunted and began to walk away. The twins were now free to do as they pleased.

"We serve under Frieza now," Verspa whispered excitedly. "What do you think that will be like, Brother?" she asked. Vegeta hesitated before he answered. He wasn't really sure. Frieza had not been described as a particularly enjoyable person. Vegeta wasn't scared of him, of course, he just hoped he wouldn't do anything brash.

"I guess we'll find out, won't we?" he said, half smiling. "I bet he'll send us on missions. At least we won't have to sit around here and be bored all the time." Vegeta walked with his sister back to their room.

They began to gather the belongings they would take with them when they went to Frieza's. It wasn't much, but it was all necessary.

The night was spent in restlessness. Neither Vegeta nor Verspa could contain their excitement long enough to fall into a deep sleep. Nappa came into their sleeping chamber while it was still dark outside, shaking them awake.

"It's time," he said. Vegeta and Verspa snapped up, quickly gathering their belongings. They followed Nappa out the door. Nappa was taking a path to a third class shipping station. Vegeta and Verspa traded inquisitive looks.

"What are we doing here?" Verspa asked. She didn't want to be surrounded by low levels. They always thought that they were stronger than they actually were. She was always given a dirty look. Not that she minded, it was a small price to pay for being an elite.

"Frieza has also requested a low level. We're here to pick him up before he gets sent on his next mission," Nappa sighed. He seemed just as unhappy to be here as Vegeta and Verspa were.

"We're going to train with a low level?" Vegeta scoffed, "Well that's insulting."

"Who is it?" Verspa asked, folding her arms. It didn't really matter. No third classer, adult or child, would be able to keep up with her and her brother. The poor third classer would probably die on the first mission.

"We're looking for Bardock's son, Raditz," Nappa said. He cast his eyes around the shipping station, looking for the boy.

Bardock. Vegeta had heard the name mentioned once or twice by his father. Apparently, this Bardock was a strong fighter, and he and his crew returned victorious from every mission. Vegeta hadn't heard anything about the boy, Raditz. He didn't really expect much, seeing as he was the son of a third classer. He sighed and crossed his arms, standing still beside Nappa and Verspa.

Raditz walked down the cold hall and yawned. It was early. He didn't mind getting missions all the time, he just hated leaving so early. He was about to enter his pod, when he felt a rough hand on his shoulder. He turned to face a tall, bald, mean looking Saiyan. Behind him were two younger Saiyans, about his age. The boy was the spitting image of King Vegeta, minus the facial hair. The girl had similar facial features; tall elongated face, strong jawbone, perpetual expression of superiority. However, unlike her brother, her hair didn't stick straight up. It fell a little past her chin, sticking out at random angles. Raditz stared at the three Saiyans, a puzzled expression on his face.

"You're Raditz?" The bald Saiyan asked, gruffly. Raditz nodded. "You're coming with us. Frieza has requested that you train on his ship." The bald Saiyan removed his hand from Raditz's shoulder, and turned to leave. The two younger Saiyans trailing behind him followed suit.

Frieza wanted him? That didn't make any sense. He could understand why Frieza might want elites with him at all times, but he was just a third classer. He meant next to nothing. At first, he thought that the other Saiyans were laying a joke on him. When they didn't turn around laughing, Raditz assumed they were serious. He didn't argue or ask questions, he simply fell in line behind the two younger Saiyans.

The bald Saiyan led them to a shipping station much nicer than any of the ones Raditz had seen before. The ships were bigger and more luxurious. Raditz and the two young Saiyans were motioned inside one.

"I'll be joining you shortly," he said as the ship door hissed shut. The pod hummed to life and prepared to launch into the air. Both of the Saiyans occupying the ship with Raditz looked at him like he was a piece of trash.

"So you're Bardock's son, huh?" the female asked. Her tone was quite condescending. Raditz had been told that all elites acted this way. He knew the best thing to do, was to accept whatever taunts they threw his direction. It wouldn't be worth it to start a fight. Raditz nodded.

"What's your old man like?" Vegeta asked. He was curious about this Bardock fellow. He had to be somewhat important, seeing as how his father had mentioned him. Raditz was silent. "Well, come on. Surely you know," Vegeta asked.

"I've only met my father once or twice," said Raditz sheepishly. He wondered if Vegeta was toying with him, or if he really didn't know low levels rarely got to meet their parents. Raditz had been lucky. "I've heard he's a great fighter," he said, upon seeing his comrades' disappointed faces.

"I'm just going to be honest with you," Vegeta said. "You may have a strong father, but he's a third classer. You're here with the top dogs now. Verspa and I are the children of King Vegeta," Vegeta smiled as he saw his words sink in. Raditz's expression was a mix of awe, fear, and an attempt at placidity. "I don't know how you expect to keep up with us. All I can do is wish you luck in surviving our first mission." After completing his speech, Vegeta and his sister pushed a cold silence on the third classer.

Radtiz was angry. He didn't care who these Saiyans were. He didn't care who their father was. He was going to become just as strong as they were, if not stronger. He had to. He couldn't let them trample over him, because that was going to get very old very fast.