Harsh laughter filled the air, but it didn't belong to any of those on the ground.

Verspa floated down from her perch in the sky, and landed right in front of the five foreigners. Chi-Chi looked from Verspa to the new arrivals. Chi-Chi noticed that the others had tails like Verspa. Verspa did look similar to all of them, particularly an angry looking male with spiky hair.

"You finally made it," she said, smugly, "It's about time."

"Verspa?" Vegeta asked. He was shocked to see his sister. "I thought that you were-"

"You thought I was dead?" she completed his sentence for him. "Really, brother, I thought you of all people would be able to see through that lie."

"Then what are you doing here?" he asked. He was cautious. His sister was a bit different. Her attitude towards him was colder than usual.

"For the same reason you are," she said, "I want the Dragonballs. Not for myself, of course. Frieza sent me here for them. That assignment will take hardly any time, so I figured I'd have a little fun while I was here."

"You-You're getting them for Frieza?" Vegeta asked, enraged. "What about your people? You'd turn your back on them? You'd turn your back on me?"

"This is a lot bigger than you and me, brother," she said. "When Frieza succeeds in his mission, I will be the second most powerful being in the universe. He will grant me anything I wish. So I think that getting seven Dragonballs is a small favor in return." She looked at her brother's face, contorted in rage. He balled his hands into fists. She laughed. "You don't honestly think that you and your rag-tag band of low levels can beat me, do you?"

"I don't need these low levels' help. I'd like the pleasure of killing you myself," he snarled.

"That's exactly what Father said, and he didn't get the chance either," she laughed. Vegeta launched himself through the air towards his sister. Never before had he been so enraged. She was the only person he had allowed himself to trust and get attached to, and she stabbed him in the back. She was turning her back on the Saiyan people just so she could have a taste of power. That was unforgiveable. He reared back to punch her, but she quickly maneuvered out of his way, easily dodging his attack. She kicked his back, sending him soaring back to Earth's surface. Chi-Chi saw the one called Raditz step forward to help, but was held back.

"Don't," said the green clad alien. "This isn't our fight." Verspa slowly lowered herself back to Earth's surface.

"You're getting careless, brother," she said, watching Vegeta stand.

"Don't call me that," he snarled, slowly advancing on his sister.

"That's not a title you can simply cast aside," she laughed, watching her brother's careful movements.

"You've managed to do that quite well," he said. He advanced quickly, his fist contacting with her stomach. Verspa keeled over in pain. Vegeta didn't show any mercy. Without waiting for her to recover, he struck again, sending her to her knees. "You killed our father. You doomed our entire race. You have no pride left," he growled in between hits. Verspa was gasping for breath. Vegeta stopped his attacks for a mere second, and she retaliated with an energy blast sending him back several feet.

"I don't think you understand what exactly is going on here, brother," she said, walking towards him. Vegeta sent several energy blasts in her direction, but missed. She continued to advance, but was caught by surprise when Vegeta rushed forward as well. He knocked her backwards, and kept his foot on her chest so she was unable to move.

"Then please, do explain," he said, dangerously quiet. He could see the fear in his sister's eyes. He hadn't expected her to be beaten this easy, but she was acting unusually overconfident. He wasn't sure that he was going to believe anything that came out of her mouth, but no matter how angry he was at her, he simply couldn't do what he knew he must: he couldn't kill her. She couldn't actually be working for Frieza, it just wasn't possible. She hated him almost as much as Vegeta did.

"You don't actually think I'm stupid enough to hand the Dragonballs over to Frieza, do you?" she said, laughing. "What I want is to give him false hope. To make him think that his goal is within reach. And then we use the Dragonballs however we see fit."

Vegeta ground his foot harder into her chest. He wanted to believe her. This plan seemed more like something his sister would do. He waited for a sign from his comrades. They didn't know his sister quite as well as he did, but perhaps they had a better perspective. They weren't as biased as he was. There were several moments of silence as he glared down at his sister. "Vegeta," Raditz spoke up. Vegeta turned his attentions to his friend. "Let her go," he said. "We don't really have any choice but to trust her." Vegeta quickly removed his foot from his sister's chest. He offered her his hand and she took it, standing.

"What was that all about?" he asked, angrily.

"I had to make sure you were on the right side," she said. "Frieza has spies everywhere, you know that. I just don't really know who to trust anymore."

"And you didn't think you could trust me?" he asked, crossing his arms. "Idiot," he scoffed. Internally, he was relieved. His sister was alive, and she was on his side right where she belonged; right where she'd always been all these years. All he needed were the seven Dragonballs and then, perhaps, he might know what happiness feels like.