Vegeta sat in a folding camping chair, as he could find no other and was tired of standing, and he stared at the female saiyan. She was still asleep and from taking a look at her he assumed she was young, perhaps no older than his own son. It was proof.

Proof of what might you wonder? There were other survivors. That was what he had felt all along.

When the planet which for such a short time had called home was destroyed he was only five, and thus his knowledge of who was where at the time was nothing short of obsolete.
He only knew about Kakkarot because of Raditz whom he discovered after discovering Nappa. But just like Kakkarot, what if another child saiyan had been out there? What if he had encountered them and they knew of more saiyans?

It wasn't that he planned to just up and join them after almost twenty or even more years of reluctant loyalty to this planet, but instead he just was curious to see if that possibility even existed.

The female stirred in her slumber and then weakly opened up her eyes.

Aspara groaned lightly and then stared at her surroundings. It appeared that she was in some sort of containment cell.

"Never mind, I can bast out of here..." She thought and then instantly tried to gather up enough energy to blast out of the cell.

However to her shock, the rushing energy didn't reach her palms but instead seemed to exit her body and fizz off like sweat. She stared wide eyed and enraged wi confusion.

She glanced at her right and then left hand and tried it again but at a higher power.

It did it again. She punched the wall before her but to her horror not even a dent was visible and her arm recoiled in shock, but not so much pain as her threshold was very high for a woman.

She screamed, enraged and punched, kicked and absolutely battered her own body trying to escape.

Vegeta was awoken from his musings and chuckled, smirking a little.

The female stopped and then stared at the reflection of the man behind her.

She turned around and then froze, her eyes fixated upon the stocky, short man with bronze skin and a heavily visible widows peak, leaping off into flame like hair.

His brow in a permanent crunch and his eyes filled with sick amusement at her petty struggling. Even that smirk...

This was the face of another saiyan, and not only that but from what her mother told her it just had to be...

Ten years previously:

Aspara watched as her mother Garikku paced back and forth in their stolen space vehicle which had served as her home for so many years.

In fact all ten years of her life she and her mother had hopped from planet to planet, taking what they needed and fighting if necessary.

It was this minor detail that her mother was fretting about.

"Blast it! Aspara, we are SAIYAN women, not petty princesses, what does this cruel world take us for?" She punched the air and then kicked a furnishing and then growled loudly before continuing.

"We shouldn't just be taking 'pit stops' on these weakling planets! We should be destroying all life forms and looking for our own kind in the process! This is ridiculous that we've been reduced to poor scavengers of the galaxies! I just won't stand for it!" She stomped her foot and placed her hands on her hips.

She stared at her daughter, and the only other saiyan alive that she knew aside from...

Sigh...

"Aspara my love, we need to start looking for him." She stated calmly. If anyone could bring them out of this depression and slouch in progress it just very well might be 'him'

"Who mother? Father?" She asked. She hadnt ever met her father, not that it mattered. He was weak so he was destined to die, but she could redeem him by overcoming that and eventually surpassing her mother.

"No, not him you twit!" She nudged her with her boot and then stared out the window into the empty open galaxy.

"The prince of saiyans. I heard it from your father that he was last seen with another two warriors and was planning to conquer a planted called 'Earth' but we have no way of getting there now that your father is dead, and the Namekians refused to tell me... I still think I should have killed them for that, but I'll need them later for those dragon balls...

I wanted to believe that our home planet was still alive, and so I have been searching all this time. But with that last stop, Namek, it can be confirmed that the prince Vegeta is out there, and with some miracle he will find worth in the two of us and we can revive our own kind." She explained.

They had stopped on a planet full of green people, Aspara recalled, and they didn't kill them because they discovered vital information about the saiyan race. It turned out that it was true that their home world was no longer in existence and the only survivor known to them was currently on a planet called Earth.

"So we should go to earth right?" Aspara pondered. Her mother tensed and then screamed in reply:

"THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN SAYING THIS WHOLE TIME!"

And that was when the mission of all missions began. Far until her mother herself died, in their slow and outdated space craft from planet Yuhik, Aspara searched for this legendary prince.

Her mother died in combat on some planet that apparently was familiar with her race and she got away on an abandoned saiyan space craft which was more up to date, and hence it only took two years to get to Earth from there.

As she travelled, with only one objective in mind she thought, and she wondered...
What had become of him? Was he still on earth? Was it worth looking? She didn't know but onwards she travelled with no real goal or hopes.

"You... You're ... You must be." She whispered.

Vegetas smirk twisted into a grin as the realisation crossed over her face.

"You aren't a thick one. Any self respecting saiyan knows royalty at first sight." He praised, then deciding to make it a backhanded compliment he added cockily;

"It's a shame despite that you couldn't identify my 'beloved' son when you wrapped your pretty fingers around his neck." He chuckled and then closed his eyes, placing a fist under his chin, his elbow resting in the other.

Aspara involuntarily shrieked at the horror. She had dared to challenge his son? That one with the lavender hair! Of course! That explained his power so simply!

She sat down and stared at her feet like a pitiful fool.

"You're not going to kill me for this are you? I'll take it, like an honourable saiyan but I must say he was erm..."

Vegeta scoffed and then waved his hand at her, "if you were on death row you'd be dead already princess. He wasn't easily identifiable because he has adopted the style and ways of the human race, but that's an inevitable given," he said, reeling it off like he was bored.

He waited for her reaction.

"What?!" Her heart dropped and she suddenly lost all respect for the young man.

"He's adopted their ways? THEIR ways? This pathetic excuse for a planet has softened your son? But how?" She stood up placing her hands on the saiyan-proof glass.

Vegeta snickered and then opened his eyes.

"Well, that's a silly question. He was born here, he may as well try to fit in. Although from the report he gave me, his emotional softening somehow still didn't stand in his way when he took you out like a stray cat, hah!" He laughed heartily knowing he was traumatising her, even with the slightest mention of his crossbreed son.

"What? Born here? What other saiyans are there? Have they all... Re populated?" She trailed off getting nervous with his laughter.

"No, you twit!" She cringed as he called her what her mother did all the time.

"I settled down on this planet, and the 'race' has been ... Well... Enhanced lets call it." He stated finally.

Aspara fell to her knees and stared at this crazy and what she deemed as a delusional man.

"Your majesty have you incurred any damage to your frontal lobes?" She meekly inquired.

Vegeta snorted and then got up from his seat. He stretched and crossed his arms and stared back at her.

"Nope. Kakkarot may have, but I am of sound mind. You may be unable to comprehend it now, but surely enough this 'weak' planet has actually done for the saiyan kind what their own planet couldn't do." He stated before turning around to walk away.

"And... Wh-what was that sir?" She called hesitantly. She felt so stupid and pathetic right now but she couldn't help but feel like her entire life's purpose had just been cancelled.

"Taught them how a true warrior really survives." He said simply. He flicked off all the lights but the one above her cell.

"My son will be up with food, and I expect the best of feedback from him regarding you. I have not lost my sadistic heart, child. I can eliminate you as easily as I can save you." He finished before vanishing.

Aspara felt too weak now to even sit upright.

She laid back down and let it all soak in but she just wouldn't stand for it. How was it possible? Why did this happen?

He was supposed to be the strongest. How had he faltered like this?

She grit her teeth and her fists clenched. It just wasn't respectable. All her life wasted over hopes that were obsolete. She would no longer be lead on by a void promise.

She would break out of here and destroy everything. It was befitting for such a heavy betrayal, and she would like it.