Elata leisurely opened her eyes. Her eyes wandered around the room she was in for a while. Her vision was blurry. She rubbed her eyes as the room came into focus. She looked to her right where a small window was built, she could tell it was already night. Elata focused on the opposite wall where she found the mother board, with many screens and buttons; they were flashing in bright lights and making queer noises, she couldn't decide whether she was alive or dead.

"Pretty lights," she commented dreamily. She found the strength to get up while realizing that she was laying on a hospital bed. The afterlife cannot look like a hospital, she told herself, and so she concluded that she was still alive. "A hospital? It's bad enough I lost the battle and almost died; now they bring me here to heal so I could suffer in the memory of this day? They are truly evil," she added in disgust. Her first thought was to get out of there as fast as she could before she faces the prince. Despite her defeat and her attempt to kill the prince of her own race, Elata was shameless, she regretted nothing. The only thing that made her nervous was the fact that she was probably going to have to deal with his death glares and maybe be lectured.

She was looking for the door when it opened making a way for Vegeta and Goku to enter. The poor, tall Saiyan was wrapped in bandages with some minor bruises, she was astonished to see him able to stand back on his feet; she was even more startled when she saw a simper on his face. After all what had happened he still treats her nicely. He was so different than Vegeta, she thought while glancing up and down at the prince's unharmed body. He announced his entrance with a scowl on his face. She smirked as he stepped in.

Elata sighed, knowing that there was no way she'll escape now. So she simply gave up to her destiny and sat on her bed, resting her elbows on her knees. She didn't seem to be mad or boiling with anger, for accepting her defeat made it easy for her to cope. When Vegeta laid his eyes upon her he offered her a disgusted look, as if she was trash. They closed the door behind them so she won't get out, even though she didn't want to anymore.

Vegeta leaned on the wall, keeping his gaze on Elata. She kept her smirk on and leaned back on her hands on the bed. Her expressions made Vegeta grimace.

"I can't believe you guys fell for what I said," She started the conversation and scoffed, "Sadly, everything didn't go as planned," she said it with no care, as I said before; she accepted her fate and welcomed it with open arms.

"We're not here to talk about that. We just want to know the truth, who are you and why are you here?" Goku asked, wiping away his smile and keeping on a serious face,

"Well," she went on saying, "Most of what I said was true. My name is Elata, I am a Saiyan obviously, I'm a first class warrior and I was Vegeta's personal escort, more like his body guard, I took the night shifts. I wasn't ordered by anyone to flee the planet before it exploded. I escaped the fight all by myself," she took her time to say the last three words, for they tasted sweet in her mouth. She was proud of her actions. Elata made sure Vegeta heard her, and he did, so did Goku. She glanced over at the prince who was clinging strongly at his fists, but she continued anyway, "I wanted to find a new planet for me and for who's left of my race. I found Earth, and I wanted to rule it, but sadly you guys existed and ruined my plan of becoming a queen. I was aware of Vegeta's survival though," she said while looking straight at Vegeta, "I wanted to kill you so you won't take over." Goku was listening carefully but Vegeta was losing his patience, and as Goku wanted to speak he was cut off:

"You traitor! You ran away like a little rat…" Vegeta yelled,

"Oh! So you think we would have won if I stayed? I would have died just like everyone else," she explained herself in a calm manner, but it only caused Vegeta to holler louder,

"You could have died with your dignity at least," her carefree attitude irritated him,

"Dignity? I don't care about that. I don't think I ever had that. Apparently I just don't care," she said, rising her tone one word at a time. Vegeta was about to approach her when Goku grabbed his elbow so he won't take another step. Vegeta snatched his arm away and turned around exiting the room, but before he could reach the hallway, Elata called him:

"One more thing, Vegeta," she said with a smirk on, "Just where do you think Frieza got the idea of destroying the planet from? Who do you think helped him?" she asked. And the words were delicious. Without any other breath, Vegeta flew fast and straight at Elata with his hands tied around her throat, choking her. His eyes were wide open with rage, he completely snapped. She placed her hands on his arms trying to break free from his grip; she failed as she wasn't strong enough yet. He was screaming and blinded by his own fury. Goku, who was mostly startled at the news, wrapped his arms around him and successfully pushed him away. Elata was coughing and glancing at the prince. Goku put himself, once again, between Elata and the prince. Vegeta looked at her with his veins almost popping out of his forehead,

"Traitor! You destroyed the planet! You did it!" he roared as high as he could, people who were in the streets were able to hear him loud and clear. And to top it all, she just sat there with her hand on her sore throat smiling at him feeling the victory that she craved hours ago tingling in her stomach.

"Vegeta, you should go now. Calm down I'll handle it," Goku assured the mad Saiyan and closed the door. He turned around facing the woman right after they heard Vegeta's fist slam against the door; luckily it was strong enough not to break.

"Aw, I hope I didn't upset him," she said sarcastically, "I think he broke my neck though,"

"I know you did a horrifying thing, but I believe that anyone can be good no matter how evil they are," she rolled her eyes as he continued, "Vegeta was evil the first time we met, but he turned good. You are strong, and your power is useless if you use them against innocent people, use it for altruistic acts. There's no shame in being a good person, people will appreciate and love you. You'll feel great," he concluded with a smile waiting for an answer. She just gazed at him in disbelief. A moment of silence took over but Elata broke that silence by saying:

"You have got to be kidding me," she said grumpily, wiping Goku's smile off of his face, "I-I really don't know what to say," she added snickering,

"It's easier than you think. I'll leave you here to decide,"

"Where exactly is here?" she asked,

"Capsule Corporation. Also known as Vegeta's house," he replied, "You have only one day, or else Vegeta will kill you. I can't hold him off forever you know." He walked out and then locked the door behind him.

Elata lied on her bed and sighed.

"So I'm in the killer's house. Interesting," she commented in a bored of a tone. She stood up looking outside the window, thinking, "I can easily break the window, but I'm too weak to fly. I have no idea where my ship is, and I hate this planet. So escaping is not an option. That leaves me with two options, either I be a goody goody, or I can remain a badass and let Vegeta kill me," She released another sigh while rubbing her forehead, "Damn it. I can't decide. I definitely don't want to die. I'm too young to die, there's so much I haven't seen yet. I should've thought about that before allowing Frieza to blow up my planet. I admit I'm evil, but am I? I wasn't born like this, I used to love my home planet, I used to dream big, but I was a foolish little girl, yup, that's what I was," She looked at the night sky intensely. She did speak to herself but only in mutters. "People turned me like this. So technically they were the ones responsible for blowing up their own planet. They made me this way. I wasn't evil, I was good and happy. Now I'm just evil and alone. I guess being good is not bad; after all, I was born this way. It seems hard though. I shouldn't rush into my decision. I still have till tomorrow. I'll decide right after I wake up."

Vegeta, who waited in the kitchen with his arms crossed, stood next to the window looking at Goku in rage as he sat down slowly. Goku was definitely in pain but he didn't let it stop him from moving around,

"I don't understand you, Kakarot," Vegeta went on, "There's a killer in my house, sitting, and enjoying herself while you sit here in pain, that she caused, waiting for a miracle. Why the hell you keep stopping me from annihilating her?" he added in bitterness. But Goku didn't answer. Instead, he stood up approaching the helpless fridge and opened it like nothing happened, he looked through the food and asked:

"Do you have bacon?"

"Kakarot!" Vegeta responded by yelling. He was going mad by the second, he felt like grabbing his own hair and pulling it off. The fact that it won't ever grow back kept him from doing so, "Answer the goddamn question!" he added hollering,

"Vegeta, Calm down," his beloved said as she walked into the room. She was able to hear them from two floors away "I'm pretty sure Goku has a perfectly good explanation for this," she added putting all her trust in Goku. She knew exactly what was going on as she was aware that Elata is locked in her house, it worried her for a moment but she was completely safe because of Vegeta and her strong Saiyan son, Trunks.

"Don't drag yourself into this, woman," he responded as he clutched his fists,

"Just ask, Goku," she only had to say. They both gazed at the lost Saiyan as he kept looking for his bacon,

"But where's the bacon?" he had to ask. Vegeta dashed to the fridge and closed it.

"Would you forget the damn bacon for just a second," he shouted,

"That's okay, because I found some," He said joyfully with bacon between his hands. But Vegeta snapped them away from him, "hey" he added upsettingly,

"It's my bacon," Vegeta replied,

"You two get distracted easily," Bulma commented as she grabbed a seat,

"Does it even matter anymore? Kakarot is completely bonkers. He's insane," he said, calming down,

"Vegeta, Elata is strong, she has wide knowledge on fighting, and I think she'd make a great addition. Killing her is not an option," Goku elucidated. But the prince wasn't convinced,

"I don't give chances for people like her. She blew up the planet," Vegeta made clear,

"Think about it," Goku replied, "You were pretty evil when we first met. If I didn't spare your life you would have never been alive, and you would have never met Bulma and had Trunks and Bra." Vegeta let those words sink in as he turned around facing his lover's face with coldness; she was smiling shyly as her eyes sparkled,

"She blew up the planet," Vegeta replied in a barely audible tone, causing Goku to sigh,

"Well technically she didn't blow up the planet. Frieza did," Goku tried excusing her.

Nevertheless, he knew that what she did was terribly wrong. But from his experience with Piccolo and Vegeta he thought she would make an incredible addition to them especially considering how strong she is. Goku has a strong belief of sparing lives if he can. That's one of his predominant traits,

"Stop finding pathetic excuses. What she did is unforgivable," Vegeta said, not understanding Goku's great desire to let her live,

"Piccolo was once evil too. Didn't he help you fight her today?"

"I didn't need any assistance it was his choice,"

"Exactly, he could have left. And now he's lying down injured,"

"She injured him,"

"True, this proves my point of how strong she is though,"

"Would you just give up already," Vegeta yelled slamming his fist against the table,

"Just give her a chance. That's all I'm saying. Just one tiny little chance. Let her prove to you that she's good, maybe she's already regretting blowing up the planet," Goku said with determination,

"Think about it, Vegeta," Bulma said, "I'm sure glad Goku didn't kill you when you two fought." Her words made Vegeta reconsider. He wasn't ready to give an answer even though everyone was sure that he might say 'no', so he stayed quiet.

Goku left the room and went back home. He left the couple alone in their kitchen.