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"At the age of three," Vegeta stated, "I don't remember much other than training. I rarely ever saw my mother, mainly trained with my father, Nappa, and the army. My power was growing exponentially. It garnered Frieza's attention, as Nappa told you."

Trunks listened intently, but Vegeta noticed him frown when he mentioned not really interacting with his mother. "It was how it was back then, Trunks. Many Saiyans did not know their mothers. Celen was the exception. On the other end of the spectrum, Raditz and Kakarot never knew their mother. Raditz only knew his father's connection with the woman was strong, and that this bastard who worked for Frieza murdered her after Kakarot's birth. He made subtle jabs to Raditz about his mother before he killed her."

"If the Saiyans valued loyalty so much, why didn't they care about their families then like we do now?" the boy asked, and Vegeta had to remind himself that his son was fairly innocent thanks to both him and Bulma. They hadn't sheltered the child, but they made sure he knew he was loved.

Vegeta sighed. "To be honest, boy, no one cared, or at least they pretended not to. If anyone were to expose a weakness like a mate or children, they would be used against them. In fact, that was exactly what happened with Cold, and I almost lost you and your mother."

"But you didn't leave us to fend for ourselves after," Trunks pointed out. "Pretending…it doesn't make sense to me."

The older prince could understand the boy's confusion. He honestly never knew why, either. As he grew older, he just listened to everything his father had to say, and he believed every word.

Over the last three years from Tights's warning, it was obvious Frieza truly did know of the prince. The planet was in a panic, but operations ran as normal. Nappa still continued to train the army, meetings still resumed, and Prince Vegeta continued to train and gain strength at an alarming rate. With his current progress, he would definitely be as strong as the elites soon, and Frieza would take him away from the planet.

Unfortunately, King Vegeta was forced into an agreement that he did not even inform his wife about. Only Nappa and the queen's brother, Zorn, knew about the deal, for Zorn overheard and went straight to Nappa. Nappa wanted to tell his friend. She helped him through his grief over the lost bond with Turna. Truthfully, Kalina was the one to encourage him to work things out with his son. His friend was the reason he made attempts to visit his son.

Days after Celen and his female assistant left the planet, Frieza came and demanded a private audience with the Saiyan king after a large feast. The Arcosian prince held this commanding aura that the Saiyan hated. "So," the sickening voice reached his ears. "I hear you have a son. I was surprised not to be informed of such a major event. I'm a bit insulted."

"Forgive me, Lord Frieza," the king returned. "In our culture, the royal firstborn is not introduced to the public until he reaches elite status." It was a lie, but it was something Frieza could easily buy.

"Tsk," Frieza murmured, "such a strange custom, but you monkeys have your weird ways. I guess I just need to accept them. However, now that I know of the boy's existence, I'd like to arrange him joining our barracks. From what my source explained, he is a strong child, a protégé. I wish to train him myself and mold him into the perfect soldier."

King Vegeta did not like what he heard. For Frieza to even think about training his boy, an activity that was usually between father and son, did not sit well with him. "Unfortunately, he is too young, and he is not active even in our military. I would like more time to train him, for I can't even announce him to my people until he reaches elite status. He won't reach that level until his ten—"

"His sixth birthday," Frieza finished, correcting the king. At the horrified expression of the Saiyan, Frieza snickered. "Yes, I know all of that. I will be back then to retrieve him."

"What if I refuse?"

An amused smirk appeared on the tyrant's face. "Then my source was correct," he pondered. "I was told you would try to lie to me. I know you lied about your customs, and I know when your heir will reach elite status. I was choosing to simply humor you. I could take him now and destroy your world, or you can get down on your knees and apologize and we can make an actual agreement."

The king's heart went numb. Who betrayed them to the monster? It could only be an elite Saiyan, but who would want to sell the soul of Planet Vegeta to this vile creature? There were few who knew of his son's existence, and he already knew two Saiyans who would have never gone to Frieza. Nappa and Zorn would never betray Kalina's trust even if they ever had a problem with him. He tried going through a list of names, but he had yet to answer Frieza's unspoken question.

Would he fight or would he surrender?

If he tried to fight back, Frieza would simply take what he wanted and destroy the planet. He would take his son and destroy him, turn him into a deranged version of himself. The king could see that desire in Frieza's eyes. Why he wanted his son, the king had no idea, but Frieza wanted him. If he surrendered to Frieza's bidding, he would forsake his pride, but his people would be safe. Even if his son left with him, he could convince Frieza to let the boy return to his planet once a year for political training. He had to try, at least, for his people and for his son.

"I apologize, Lord Frieza," King Vegeta said through gritted teeth, "for misleading you. I hope that the two of us can come to a mutually beneficial agreement."

The Arcosian grinned, a sadistic glint in his eyes that the Saiyan king had not noticed before. "Of course, Vegeta," he replied, his voice full of mirth. "I would have it no other way. Every deal I make is to benefit both parties, after all. We must learn to trust one another. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes," the king spoke, his voice tight with fear. The way Frieza spoke made him feel nervous, and he couldn't understand why.

"So, let us work out this arrangement," Frieza ordered. "I wish to see how powerful your son is. If I deem him trained enough, I would like him to return to me to my ship and begin his life as a soldier right away."

"Lord Frieza…please, allow me to have him trained a few more years. I will have detailed reports sent to you on his progress. It is true that he will be at elite status by his sixth year and better prepared for your service. I request that Vegeta return once a year to immerse himself in the study of our politics for a couple of weeks. Would that arrangement be acceptable to you?"

Frieza pondered it, though the king could have never guessed Frieza was doing the math in his head. His original plan was to destroy the planet once he received the prince, but this way he could keep the monkey soldiers a bit longer. He would still have their squads to complete PTO missions for the three years and the young prince would be on his way to being a merciless killer. Then, he would have a year of consensual service as they waited for the prince to return and study. That would be when Planet Vegeta would fall. The prince would never return to his home. The least Frieza could give him was three more years of security before he took it all away.

"That condition is acceptable," he told the king. "You have three years to prepare the boy for my army. Until then, I expect frequent reports. I will take my leave…for now."

The tone he used to say the last two words chilled King Vegeta, and it felt like ice flowed through his veins; Frieza certainly lived up to his name. "I thank you, my lord," King Vegeta stated before he led Frieza out. The king watched the Arcosian leave, and when he knew Frieza was far away he fled to his own personal training room. No one heard him scream every name in the book, nor did they find him until a few days later when he was a bloody pulp heading the medical staff. Until the prince was sent away, no one knew, not even the queen, what deal was made with the Arcosian tyrant.

Vegeta stopped speaking for a while after he finished telling Trunks the truth he had finally been willing to hear from his own father. Though King Vegeta somewhat explained years before, Vegeta had not questioned him further. It took Trunks turning three for the prince to finally need answers. He couldn't imagine trading his child. He would have found another way.

And then his father told him what exactly Frieza planned to do.

The older prince was no fool. He knew Frieza to be a taker. He wouldn't have flinched on his threat, and Vegeta could have ended up living with the bastard from the age of three for the rest of his life. Where he still resented his father for sending him with the monster, he was starting come to terms with the impossible circumstance. It made it no easier for him to accept.

Now that Trunks was six and interested in learning about his father's past, Vegeta wasn't sure how much he wanted the boy to know. There was a little voice in the back of his head telling him to keep it as vague as possible, but there was another part that wanted his son to understand the horrors and hardships he faced. Trunks would live in peace and would hopefully never have to deal with any of this, but with Cooler still out there and many more unknown entities, Trunks needed incentive to train, to be strong enough not to be a slave.

Vegeta didn't realize that his silence and inner turmoil alerted his son. He tensed and gasped when he felt tiny arms around his waist. Years ago, he would have panicked and murdered whoever grabbed him unexpectedly, but all he could do was look down and see his son stare up at him with angry, tear-stricken eyes. "I'm sorry."

His father couldn't contain his shock. "For what, boy?"

"I'm sorry Grandpa made that deal. It wasn't fair. There had to be another way."

Vegeta's coldness shattered; his demeanor softened as he picked the boy up and set him on his lap. Trunks was a bit taken aback by the unusually open gesture from his carefully guarded father. "There was nothing he could do," Vegeta admitted. "Even if I resented your grandfather for making that decision, I was more torn apart by the lack of faith he had in me."

Trunks's eyes narrowed. "Dad, what do you mean?"

By age six, Prince Vegeta reached elite status, and his power still continued to grow. As the king bred him to do the last few years, the boy only desired to train and fight.

One day, Nappa, along with some other Saiyans, watched the prince as he fought against the Saibamen—living, semi-sentient beings that were grown for the sole purpose of training to kill and purge. Vegeta was becoming a cold-hearted warrior.

It was after training that Vegeta reconvened with his father, though he ran into Celen on the way there. The young prince cast a glare to the third-class disgrace who looked upon him with pity. Vegeta could not understand what was to happen to him or why the general's son looked down on him in that way.

Vegeta didn't learn until much later that Celen was there to inform his father of Frieza's plots. It was part of the reason Nappa later agreed to board the ship.

The prince reported to his father, informed the man that he eliminated seven Saibamen, all with the power of a lower elite, with one blast. Little Vegeta was proud of himself. His father was also proud, but he was horrified because Vegeta's maneuver would make it into Frieza's report. It was bad enough the lizard would come soon to take his son away, but now Vegeta was capable of taking on lower-tiered missions. Soon enough, he would be able to take purging missions on planets with strong, sentient life. His son would never be prepared for it, no matter what kind of training they did.

He didn't have much time left with his son. The king needed to warn Vegeta in some way. He knew his son hated Frieza, as did all the other Saiyans, and he didn't have it in him to tell Vegeta what was to happen. "Son, come with me."

Little Vegeta looked at his father, skepticism reflected in his eyes. The child could feel his father's wariness and could not understand it at all. He shrugged and crossed his arms, then followed the man to the other side of the palace. From there, they could see the pods which contained young, Saiyan newborns that were deployed to other planets.

"Vegeta," his father started, his voice stern and heavy, "one day, you will be the strongest in the universe." The young prince nearly beamed at the uncharacteristic compliment, his mind basked in the praise. His father looked out at the pods, and Vegeta followed suit. "Those ships are being deployed to other galaxies. The weakest of our people are sent to planets far away where there is no threat from our enemies."

The prince smirked, his arms still crossed. "Hn, goodbye pests," he jeered.

He sensed his father hesitate in what he was about to say next and faced him, his eyes softened innocently as he regarded the man he respected. "Vegeta…" King Vegeta's voice wavered. He then faced his son, finally ready to give him the hope he needed to survive the future. "You come from a strong bloodline and you possess the potential to join the super elite of all Saiyans. Never forget where you come from and train very hard, my son, because, if you have proven yourself worthy, perhaps someday you will become a Super Saiyan."

The young prince could barely contain the joy he felt at his father's words. It was clear that the king had the utmost faith in him. For a Saiyan, that was the biggest honor they could receive from a parent. Vegeta had never been happier through any of the years beforehand. "I will, father. I will reach the legendary status and make you proud."

King Vegeta said nothing but placed his hand atop his boy's head. "My son, we must discuss some things."

Instantly, Vegeta's stomach dropped and a feeling of dread, his father's dread, washed over him. "About?"

The king led Vegeta over to a wall where they both sat. "You will be leaving the planet for the next few years or more on a very important mission."

At that, the little prince perked up. Was his father really about to give him an assignment? He had dreamt of this day for years, wanting to serve his father and his people. "What is the mission?" he asked as stoically as a six-year-old could. It was difficult for him to contain his excitement. His father's next words, though, turned Vegeta's joy real quick.

"Frieza will be coming to retrieve you tomorrow. You will be joining his army for that time."

No, the prince thought to himself. Hatred flooded his system. Frieza was the jerk who belittled their race every chance he got. "I refuse."

The king sighed. "That is not an option, Vegeta," he responded. "The terms of the deal have already been negotiated. You must stay strong."

Vegeta regarded his father, his eyes and emotions conveyed hurt. "You must promise me something, son."

"What?" the child asked, slightly awed that his father was asking him to promise him anything. Whatever he asked, Vegeta would do. He vowed that to himself, and he would vow it to his father.

"You must prepare yourself. Never show fear and always hold onto your pride as a Saiyan. And Vegeta, you must never, ever let Frieza know you cared about anyone or anything. It is nothing but a sign of weakness. These things, you must promise me."

Vegeta stood up, his confidence stroked enough to begin his mental preparation. His smirk said what his voice conveyed to the king.

"I swear on my honor that I will never let Frieza see any weakness in me. I will never let that lizard control me."

"Uh, Dad, you're squeezing me a little too tight."

Vegeta, jolted out of his memory, looked down at his son on his lap. His eyes hardened, yet Trunks could sense a lot of confusing emotions from his father that he could not understand at his age. He blinked at Vegeta who simply set him down. The young boy was surprised that Vegeta started to walk away. "Dad?"

"That is enough for today," Vegeta told him, his voice cold and calculating.

"But Dad, what's up? Why are you—"

"Ask Nappa about what happened next. We will discuss more later in the week. I…I need…"

"Okay," Trunks responded, and his father could feel his sadness and, strangely enough, sympathy. The prince was startled by the latter emotion and frowned. There was no way Trunks could relate to his younger self. He had been so careful to make sure Trunks only ever felt pride in himself and love. He and Bulma had both been sure of that. How could he feel sympathy? "Dad?"

The prince stopped walking but did not facing the child. "What?"

"You are the strongest," he said, and Vegeta felt a pang of wonder from his father's mind, "and you are braver than any Saiyan I know to have faced that." His father turned to see the boy smiling brightly at him, just like Bulma. He could feel sadness, but also the pride Trunks had for him, meaning that, like his mother, Trunks empathized and felt sorrowful that Vegeta was forced to endure what he had, but not pity. "I'm proud to be your son."

"Heh," Vegeta chuckled. "Trunks, I am proud to call you my son."

Celen went to Nappa after the prince left and saw his father shaking his head. "He has gotten stronger," he stated, his voice hollow. "Frieza will be here tomorrow."

"Tell me something I don't know, kid."

"Frieza will destroy the planet once he is forced to return by the king's condition," Celen stated, earning his father's undivided attention. "Tights overheard a conversation between Frieza and his second when they stopped off at another planet."

Nappa scoffed. "Am I to believe that woman?" the general asked, though he only said that to save face. He had somewhat bonded with his son's mate, and therefore he knew his son wasn't lying. Tights was definitely a trustworthy source.

Celen nodded. "We were on a mission to gather intel on the race inhabiting the planet, for they have been working for Frieza for some time. We had no idea the frost demon himself would touch down on the planet."

"Frost demon?" Nappa jeered. "What kind of names do the Galactic Patrol give that bastard?"

"Father, listen," Celen huffed. "The prince is in danger. You are all in danger."

"I've heard enough," Nappa snapped, his rage and disbelief consumed him. "You cannot keep waltzing in here with your treasonous information and expect me to just reveal it to the king. Do you have any idea what kind of position that puts me in?"

"Father, we only wish to he—"

But Nappa was done listening as he grabbed his son by the neck and held him to the wall. His son gasped for air, in shock as he looked down at his father. Nappa was certain that if the bond still existed, he would feel the boy's hurt and fear. His grip slackened at the thought, and Celen managed to speak again. "Don't," he pleaded somewhat, but he did not sound fearful. "Tights is pregnant."

Nappa fully released his son; the youth dropped down to the ground as he caught his breath. The general only looked to his hand, stunned by his own reactions to what his son was saying. Celen coughed a few more times before he abruptly stood up and glowered at his father. "As I said, I only came to inform you about the prince, and I also hoped to inform you about Tights's condition."

"How long?" Nappa asked.

"About two to three months," Celen relayed. "In about six months, her planet is having a holiday. By that time, she will be due. We'll be going there before the birth. She prefers to be around her family for the birth, so that the boy will not be a citizen of Planet Vegeta. I can hardly blame her for not wanting her child to be sent away and become a murderer."

"Listen to yourself, Celen," Nappa scoffed. "Is that her words or your own? You never had a problem with how we ran things before."

Celen stood up and confidently faced his father. "That's because I never knew anything different," he explained. "Tights made me question our way of life, yes. I couldn't stand the fact that our connection had her hating herself. I couldn't stand feeling the shame. I chose to kill only when needed, the reason I lost my job and title. I didn't care. All it told me was that I needed to choose my own path, and so I left. I ended up running into the patrolman that saved Tights and explained to him who I was. He was reluctant to trust a Saiyan, but we fought together to get off the planet we met on. Though he was hesitant, he brought me with him to the base."

"You should have returned with that information."

"Why, exactly? So the king could inform Frieza and he could wipe them out? No, I couldn't, father. Instead, I began fighting with them, assisting them in their covert ops missions. I knew Tights returned home like I told her to, but I at least had to honor her commitment with the Galactic Patrol."

"Why?" Nappa snapped harshly.

"Because she completed me!" his son shouted, causing them both to fall silent.

Nappa's eyes hardened as his son said those words, those completely Saiyan words that were only reserved for the Saiyan people and their chosen mates. "What?" his cold voice questioned.

Celen was undeterred. "She completed me. I never even tried to think on what I was doing, or why others deemed it wrong. To me, everyone else was wrong and we were right. Then one day this woman, weak as dirt, walks into my life and has me questioning everything and who I am."

"That's not completion. That's—"

"The start," Celen countered, his eyes told his father not to interrupt him again. "A choice was placed in front of me, and that was either to accept that the Saiyans were right and everyone else was wrong, or to take a hard look at myself and my actions. I loved battle, father. I won't lie. I loved the feeling of testing my strength and coming home covered in blood. Then she looked at me with distrust and contempt, and I questioned everything. I felt shame for my actions and never quite understood why until I saw her again.

"She hadn't changed at all, and her first instinct was to run to the computer and make sure our planet was okay, to make sure I was okay. When she saw me, I didn't expect her to run up to me and embrace me. She was so upset by the thought of losing me, and to be honest my thoughts had drifted to her as well. I chose to become a doctor, to heal others wounded in battle. Honestly, the other patrolmen couldn't handle the sight or feeling of blood like I could. I still go out into the field and fight when needed, but I prefer saving lives to taking them. And it's not because of her. It's because when I was given the choice, I realized that I felt empty just senselessly killing whatever came by our world. I had wanted to join Frieza's army to prove that Saiyans were worthy and strong and not monkeys. That wasn't a good enough reason, I guess. I'm sorry that I dishonored you and mother. I'm sorry that mother couldn't accept that I took an alien for a mate, but I love her, father."

"Love?" Nappa scoffed. "Taking on alien vocabulary, huh? What does that even mean?"

"It means I would do anything for her, including leave Planet Vegeta altogether if she didn't like it here," Celen stated, his father shocked. "If she decided one day that she wanted to reside on her planet, I would gladly give up everything."

"Would she do that for you?" Nappa nearly shouted. "Honestly, Celen. Your son will never know his heritage if she has it her way. She doesn't want the boy to receive any glory."

"What glory would he have here?" Celen retorted, silencing his father. "He is only half-Saiyan. I mated an alien, father. I committed a crime against your laws."

"Our laws," Nappa corrected.

"Your laws," Celen said, his voice softer. He sighed and shook his head. "I gave up being a true Saiyan a long time ago. I relinquished my pride for her, and she accepted it all. I always prided myself in being a Saiyan, and I will never forget that I am, but I can't be a Saiyan like we are now. Our people shouldn't have betrayed their alliance with the Tuffles."

"You're a fool," Nappa growled. "What is with the Galactic Patrol and making alliances? Tights even mentioned joining in the alliance. We would be signing our death warrants. Frieza would definitely destroy the planet then."

"You will never see the importance of an alliance until you make one," Celen predicted. "You don't know what strength can lie in numbers. Even if other races are weaker than us, they have abilities that are necessary. If we all banned together, we could destroy the Colds."

Nappa looked at his son like he had two-heads and no tail. "You're delusional!" he exclaimed. "How could you even say such a thing? The Saiyans fight alone. That's how it always has been and how it always will be."

Celen scoffed and shook his head before walked to the door. His head turned back to view his father. "And how is that working out for you?" Then he left to return home to his mate and unborn child.

"Why wouldn't you listen to him?" Trunks questioned, feeling bad for the father. "It seemed like you wanted to."

"I did, but it went against everything we believed in as Saiyans," Nappa explained. "We can all agree that Celen and Tights were right, now that we experienced it, but before then no one would have wanted to hear it. I would have been demoted if I suggested to the king we forge alliances. Celen would have been killed for treason if I had told the king he joined the Galactic Patrol or even married an alien. To be honest, Celen was right. The days of being a Saiyan for him were long over, but he still cared what happened to us, and that was the only reason he stuck around which ultimately ended in his death."

Trunks grew quiet for a while to let everything sink in. Then he said, "But you said you told Grandma and my dad about Tights…without her name of course, but you told them about Celen too."

"I never told them that he mated with her or sired a child. Now, it wouldn't matter if I did, but I just can't talk about it."

"Why?"

"I have to tell you the story as much in order as possible to prepare you for what your father will say to you. He can never talk about his first day with Frieza. The only person he ever conveyed it to was your mother, most likely."

"Why?"

Nappa chuckled weakly at the boy's curiosity. "Because he entered hell."

Nappa couldn't take the guilt anymore. He needed someone to confide in after seeing his son earlier. He nearly strangled him to death, and Nappa knew it was because he felt betrayed. After reflecting on his son's words, Nappa knew Celen was right, from a certain point of view. He could not fault his son for becoming his own man. Even though he had, Celen still wanted to save Planet Vegeta from Frieza. Truthfully, for his and Tights's own safety, she should have never returned to him and Turna.

He went to the only place he knew he could speak freely. He and Kalina grew up together, and she never betrayed him. He went to her after Turna lost her life. Nappa knew the truth of her death. Turna went on a mission with Frieza's men, and once the population was wiped out, Frieza had the gall to say that his mate turned on his troops when in actuality they killed her for the hell of it. Nappa couldn't get over it, and he and his son had long since spoken about the woman. Kalina helped him through the grief of losing his mate, and she would have to help him process the guilt he held towards his son.

Of course, he found her in her room, sobbing hysterically. Nappa froze at the door. For all the years he had known Kalina, she had never once cried, not even when Zorn broke both her legs in a fight. She was the toughest woman he knew, and yet she was blubbering alone in her room away from prying eyes. Nappa entered the room, closed the door, then moved to the woman and rested a hand on her shoulder. "Queen Kalina," he tried, but she would not respond. "Kalina." Still nothing. "Kali, look at me."

Kalina jumped at the sound of her childhood nickname and saw Nappa standing over her. She hesitated, not expecting to be found like this. "Nappa," she called out weakly. "W-what are you doing here?"

"I needed to talk to you about something, but it can wait," he stated. "What's wrong? Did Vegeta do something to piss you off?"

Once again, Kalina's eyes watered and she looked away to hide her shame behind her hands. Nappa realized he hit the nail on the head and sighed. He sat down on the bed beside her and kept his hand on her back as he waited for her to calm down and explain. Kalina's sobs eventually subsided, and she told Nappa what he already had known was going to happen.

"Vegeta let him take our son," Kalina informed him. "I didn't know. He never told me. I never even got to say goodbye!"

It pained Nappa to feel the queen's emotions, for she was always calm and collected. What he felt was tearing his own mind apart, so he couldn't even imagine Kalina's pain. He was reminded about Tights and what she told him about a child. She hadn't been pregnant then, but she spoke so freely about always wanting a bond with her child just because the kid would always keep her connected to Celen. "The bond is broken," Kalina weakly stated, which shocked Nappa. "I don't know what that monster is doing to him, but I felt pain earlier and then the feeling of being betrayed. I lost my connection with my son, and so did my mate. We don't even know if our boy is even alive."

"Kalina," Nappa responded, his eyes determined. "I will request to join Frieza's barracks. I will find out if Vegeta is alive. If he isn't, I will find a way to contact you. I need you, in return, to do something for me."

Kalina was so shocked at what Nappa offered, but she knew he had a condition. For her son, though, she would give just about anything. "What?"

"The reason I knew of what Frieza was plotting was because I was getting outside information," he explained. "Celen," he breathed out the name, "he fled and joined the Galactic Patrol, using their intel to inform me of Frieza's deals, the planets he's destroyed, and the fact that Frieza knew of your son. I…I know what he did is wrong in our eyes, but he only wished to protect Planet Vegeta. Still, if he and his assistant are ever found out, I need you to promise me that you will tell no one and that, even if they are arrested for treason, you will not let the king execute them."

Kalina was astonished by the admission and realized that Nappa was putting a lot of trust in her. Her duty would be to go to her mate, but her bond of comradery with Nappa made her think otherwise. She couldn't betray her friend, especially when he was offering to board Frieza's ship and trap himself in his service to protect her son. "On my honor, my mate will never find out about your son or his assistant. The fact that they were trying to warn us has already won my respect."

"If Celen comes by, please tell him what I chose to do," Nappa asked. "He will never agree with it but tell him that his father didn't join to become a full-time purger. Tell him that I went to protect the prince, because it was the right thing to do."

"I will tell him exactly that," Kalina agreed. "I don't know how to thank you, my friend."

"You're doing enough," Nappa replied as he left the room. After that, he went to the ship bay and found an unoccupied pod. He took off for space to catch up with Frieza's ship. He knew Frieza might see it as an act of war, but he made sure, when the voices of his alien troops came over his speaker, to surrender. After that, he would be face to face with the frost demon himself.