Sona had never encountered a material this strong before. Her attackers had appeared from nowhere and chained her wrists. She almost laughed when she looked down at the metal that appeared weak. However, when she began to struggle, she realized that her efforts were futile. She could not break their hold. The chains seemed heavy and put her under some sort of handicap. She was not able to deliver herself from her assailants. She knew Bardock was fighting for her, but Zarbon was able to throw him off their trail easily.

Sona had never seen Frieza's ship in person before, and-to be perfectly honest- wasn't glad to see it now. She clenched her jaw, almost a hundred percent certain she would not like what would happen to her there. She was dragged roughly down hallways and through rooms. She hardly paid attention to where she was going, her mind was racing- waiting for an opportune moment to escape if possible.

Frieza's henchmen that were guiding her along had stopped moving before she realized it and she almost collided into them. She raised her eyes from the ground and cleared her head. Her gaze was returned by a pair of chilling red eyes. Sona felt a shiver brush down her spine and her stomach dropped to her feet.

"Here is Bardock's mate, as you requested, Lord Frieza," Zarbon said, bowing deeply. Frieza's face twisted into a cold smile. Sona tried to keep a brave face, but her body was coursing with so many different emotions she wasn't sure she'd be able to remain in one piece.

"I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting," Frieza said. Even his voice was icy. Though he didn't look like much at first glance, Frieza was the embodiment of fear. Everything about him made Sona shiver. "I am Lord Frieza, of course," he said, haughtily. "And you are?"

Sona was hesitant to answer. Was Frieza merely mocking her with this display of politeness? Even if he wasn't, why should she do anything he asked? She wasn't his puppet, and she certainly didn't have to play his games.

Frieza's false smile faded. He raised his fist, threateningly.

"One thing you will learn quickly about me; I have little to no patience for insolent monkeys," his voice was quiet, yet dangerous. Despite her mind's protests, Sona croaked out her name. Frieza's small smile returned once more.

"Very good," he said, lowering his fist. "Cui, Appule, take Sona to lodge with the rest of the apes. Make sure Vegeta hasn't disrupted anything in my absence," he commanded.

His last sentence gave Sona a spark of hope. She'd almost forgotten about Vegeta's role on Frieza's ship. If Vegeta had Frieza on edge, then perhaps their plan was going to work. She'd forgotten, too, about the other Saiyans. She'd mostly assumed that Frieza had killed them all. But if they were here, and if they could somehow rejoin all of the remaining Saiyans on Vegeta, they would have a greater chance of winning this battle than she'd originally thought.

As she was led into the belly of the ship, she didn't struggle. The room that she entered was dimly lit in contrast with the rest of the ship. It was poorly kept and seemed to be falling to pieces. It almost looked as though it wasn't a part of Frieza's ship at all.

As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she realized the room was filled with cells, each cell holding at least three Saiyans. Her hope sank as she noted their condition; they were weak looking, their eyes were dull and lifeless, and they were most definitely starved. These Saiyans were hardly in a condition to fight.

"Here we are," one of the men leading her along said at length, pulling a cell door open. Sona was shoved inside roughly, and the door was quickly shut behind her.

"Enjoy your stay," Frieza's men called as they exited the room. Sona surveyed her surroundings. She had two cellmates. One was laying down, she appeared to be sleeping. The other stood to greet her new cellmate. She was a young, fiery looking girl whom Sona recognized as Cerorai.

"Sona?" Cerorai asked, inching forward. Sona nodded. "I assume your first battle did not go very well," Cerorai said, quietly.

"You could hardly call it a battle," Sona scoffed, sitting on the cold floor. She leaned her back against the bars of the cell, feeling an immediate relief from carrying the weight of her curious chains.

"We were caught by surprise and didn't put up much of a fight. We've already suffered a casualty and a minor injury."

"And a captive," Cerorai added. "Looks like Frieza changed tactics. You'll have to tell Vegeta all about it when he visits."

"Vegeta is allowed to visit the captive Saiyans?" Sona asked. She was rather surprised that Frieza would allow Vegeta to do so.

"Yes," Cerorai nodded. "I suppose Vegeta is better at convincing Frieza than we originally thought capable. While Frieza was busy ordering the attack on you, Vegeta managed to smuggle some of the prisoners out. We're down about ten."

"Excellent," Sona breathed. She knew that those ten Saiyans would be happily received on Vegeta. She heard the door hiss open. She had hoped to see Vegeta enter, but it was Zarbon instead. He walked down the rows of cells taunting the Saiyans as he passed. He was nearing Sona and Cerorai.

"Kai be with you," Cerorai whispered to Sona. Her tone was apologetic. Sona had no time to question Cerorai's sudden burst of pity. Zarbon had grabbed Sona's chains, yanking her to a standing position.

"Hope you didn't get too comfortable," he said, grinning wickedly. "Frieza decided he'd like you to entertain him for a while."

Suddenly, Cerorai's whispered blessing made sense.

Bardock let out a shriek of rage and collapsed to the ground. His body ached and it seemed as though his lungs would never stop burning from lack of oxygen. He had pursued Sona and her attackers for as long as he could, but Zarbon fought quite skillfully. Though he didn't do any serious damage to Bardock himself, he was able to weaken him and throw him off their trail.

Sona was gone, and there was not a thing Bardock could do about it. Helplessness was not a sensation he thoroughly enjoyed.

Raditz caught up to him after several moments. He was breathing heavily, but his expression seemed hopeful. When he laid eyes upon his father, ragged and weakened, his expression fell.

"So she's gone?" he asked, approaching Bardock. His voice was hollow sounding. Bardock merely nodded in response. "Well, she'll figure out a way back, right? She can escape," Raditz said, trying to reassure himself more than anything. Bardock sighed.

"I don't know, son," he said. "The metal they used seemed to weaken her somehow. Unless it is removed and she doesn't lose too much of her energy, I'd say it's unlikely."

"She'll be alright," Raditz said, attempting to be reassuring. "Vegeta will take care of her. "

While the thought of leaving his mate with the Prince may have given hope to his son, Bardock wasn't sure he was entirely pleased with the current situation. Still, it wasn't as though he had a choice.

"He'd better," Bardock muttered.