This and my other dbz story fit together. I might turn it into 1. That makes more sense I think. Pls enjoy and r&r

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The two figures that welcomed him aboard Freeza's ship dwarved father's biggest bodyguard.

One was tall and slender, with blue smooth skin and a long braid of green hair, with gold and silver ornaments woven through the locks.

The other one would be best described as a pockmarked giant pink ball.

Welcomed might not be the best word, Vegeta considered as he stood at attention. No, the pink one was lounging against a wall, with the expression of a lazy cat considering if a certain mouse was worth getting up on his feet for.

As for the blue one, its feigned indifference masked an odd fire Vegeta didn't quite understand.

The Saiyan prince did not swallow. Nor did he lose his military pose, for his father had warned him to be respectful and professional. Vegeta did reconsider his chipper manner from before. Perhaps claiming the "crown-prince of Saiyans has arrived and is reporting for duty." was not as professional and witty as he had thought it would be…

The green one's gaze had clouded, but with a tug at his braid and half a sneer he advanced on the little prince now, looking down at him as if he was a piece of feces stuck to the sole of his shoe.

"So this is what we came all this way for to pick up. Master Freeza does like to.. collect... does he not?"

The pink blob chuckled softly, stretching up from his perch, nearly reaching the ceiling as he did so. "One more for the exposition de raretés. Does it matter, Zarbon?"

"I prefer the taxidermy pieces. They are less work," The blue one feigned disinterest with a wave of the hand, "less of an.. Aaah.. o.d.e.u.r. aswell…"

Ok. that was a lot of big words, but Vegeta knew when he was being insulted. He drew himself up another inch. "I am the prince of Saiyans, and here by official invitation of lord Freeza. If I am not welcome here however, I will be happy to return home."

And that was the truth. Sure, it was supposedly a great honor to be picked for Freeza's elite. But Vegeta had been quite happy with father. With his people. At least they knew how to appreciate him.

A small smirk passed the one called Zarbon's features. Like he realised he knew something Vegeta did not. But it was quickly replaced with a stern look. "First of all, please refrain from speaking in my presence unless I ask a specific question. Second, even if I wanted to risk Freeza ever remembering and asking for you… the only way off this ship for you is through the dumpster. Do not think I am wasting any pod-ships on you, child."

Vegeta balled his fists to stop himself from quivering in front of these two fools. They might just mistake it for fear. Power was the one defining measure of respect in Saiyan culture as much as he knew it would be on Freeza's ship, but however strong these creatures had to be, "I am not a child!"

"Fine," the green one sneered. "A toddler. In the name of Cold, Dodoria, what are we supposed to do with it?"

That was it. With an angry stamp of his foot, Vegeta crouched down. It was more habit than actually a fighting stance, but it usually served to intimidate. "I am a Saiyan warrior and born with the greatest powerlevel in a thousand years. I have been on countless missions with father and.-"

"I will make an exception, child." Zarbon ground out, suddenly up so close their noses nearly touched and speaking in the low, soft tone Vegeta instinctively recognised as very bad news. "I will make an exception because I know children are slow, and monkey children will naturally be even more slow. But I usually only give off one warning. And I try to keep that subdued enough to land the culprit in medical." The blue creature hulked over him, moving a strand of his hair aside in a tick-like gesture. "If I need a second one you land in the morgue, understand?"

Despite what these creatures though Vegeta was far from stupid. He sputtered, his pride half a step in front of his brain. He knew truth when he heard it; had heard his own father use that voice, and kill whoever failed to comply right away. This creature was not related to him. It would not show mercy. And there were only a few Saiyans aboard this vessel deemed strong enough to serve here. Only the few strongest. Vegeta did the math. He was five. He might have been born with the highest ratings in a thousand years, but he would need several years still to become the strongest of his kind. Several years alive.

He opted for half a nod.

It did not seem to placate Zarbon. The alien still leered down on him, as if looking for one more excuse to just blast him into the next dimension.

Dodoria cleared his throat. "I forget. When monkeys say 'countless', do they mean four or five?" if it was not for Zarbon's stare, Vegeta would have growled. Right now, he was transfixed. Like a deer caught within the sights of a tiger. Which was ridiculous. He was a tiger too. Just a... smaller tiger. So, like a cub caught in the sights of a hungry, really nasty tiger...

"Oh, come on Zarbon. He's not that bad. In fact, he's kind of cute. Why don't we make him ship's mascot?"

Vegeta's eyebrow twitched, glaring at the pink blob. But when he looked back up Zarbon's angry glare had been replaced by light amusement. "Oh, please. He's too ugly. Though I suppose he's small enough. Are not Saiyans supposed to be bigger?"

"Hn," the round one answered, "but if he's Saiyan at least he will be tough. We can let the grunts practice on him?"

Now the green one was shaking with mirth. Oh, by the red planet, this could not be happening.

"He'll end up dead or maimed soon enough. I may disagree with Freeza's tastes, but I think neither of us want to risk scratching his new toy. Not without good reason at least..."

The Pink one tutted. "Well. I guess he looks kinda like an upside-down toilet brush. So I think he might fit…"

"Read my powerlevel."

Just like that, the joking manner was gone from both aliens.

"Boy." the green one warned, hoisting him up by the front of his armor. Vegeta did not care. He'd rather die now if they though he'd play janitor to these monsters. He'd rather not die at all though:

"If you'll... permit me… just read my powerlevel."

"Oh Zarbon. Come on, why not?" the other one laughed, scrolling through his scouter's settings. Then he went "ooh,"and "aah!"

See? Vegeta crossed his arms, a smirk pulling at his lips as he was released so Zarbon could set his own scouter, obviously curious. "That amazing?" Zarbon asked looking for the right menu, finally giving a "hn."

Pride returned for half a second, before Zarbon went back to putting him down. "We have stronger monkeys aboard right now."

Dodoria came to his defence. "Ah, but he is a child still. I think he's supposed to grow in power. That's what they do, right?"

Vegeta decided the question was addressed to him. "We are the greatest warrior race! Saiyans grow stronger with every battle!"

"Feh." Zarbon ground out, although he seemed less likely to blast him for this transgression.

Dodoria shushed him excitedly. "Oh, it's nice kid. Now read mine."

-"I know you are stronger," Vegeta scoffed, "but as you said I -"

-"Read it."

Vegeta did, punching on his own headpiece. He could not help his eyes widen as the numbers flew past his own, past that of his father, and past what was the highest recorded level for any Saiyan warrior. Then crept past an extra digit mark and up.

Dodoria's loud laughter nearly dropped him to his knees. "Great job though kid. You must have worked really hard to get that strong!"

"Meh," Zarbon mused. "I suppose we can put him with the new recruits and see how long he lasts."

"That's the spirit!" Dodoria guffawed, "See! we are all getting along great already!"

If that was a question, Vegeta could not have answered if he tried.