There was a knock on the door to Capsule Corps. Vegeta answered the door to see King Kold standing there.
"What do you want?" He demanded.
"I came for the party." King Kold said.
"What makes you think you're invited?" Vegeta growled.
"I was invited!" King Kold protested.
"What?" Vegeta frowned.

All of a sudden, Raidisha's voice called from the background.
"Hey, Fri-Papa! Make yourself at home!"
"Raidisha!" Vegeta roared.
"See?" King Kold said and pushed past Vegeta. "Where do you keep the wine?"
"Through here!" Raidisha beamed, and showed him through.
"This is my house!" Vegeta barked.
"Who are you talking to?" Yasa uttered as she walked past him.
"I'm talking to you! Don't run away from me!" Vegeta snapped, and went after her.

Meanwhile, Frieza was looking through a wedding catalogue with Zarbon.
"Ooo! Can we have one of those?" Zarbon grinned, pointing at the catalogue. Frieza let out a loud sigh.
"You're going to clean me out more than a woman…" He growled.
"Please, Lord Frieza?" Zarbon whined, hugging him.
"Hmm…" Frieza grunted.

At that moment, Raidisha entered the room.
"Surprise!" She exclaimed, and was shortly followed by King Kold.
"Hm?" King Kold grunted as he stepped into the room.
"Papa!" Frieza gasped, his eyes widening. Zarbon jumped away from him as Frieza threw the catalogue behind the sofa. "Ah… what – what are you doing here?" Frieza asked nervously.
"Well, I got an invite." King Kold answered, and narrowed his eyes at Frieza. "Not from my son, might I mention."
"Well… it isn't really your thing." Frieza replied.
"Nor is it yours." King Kold said. "When did you start playing with monkeys?"
"Hey." Yasa snarled, and stood in front of him. "You got a problem with monkeys?"
"I have several problems." King Kold answered. "One of them in standing in front of me."
"She doesn't have to stand!" Raidisha exclaimed. "Yasa-sama, get on your knees, he's a king!"
"I will do no such thing, I don't care what he is!" Yasa yelled.

Raidisha put a hand on King Kold's arm.
"The youth of today… No respect, right?" She sighed.
"None at all." King Kold agreed, and sat down.
"Raidisha, you're not that much older than me." Yasa growled. "Why did you even invite him anyway?"
"I wanted to tell him the news!" Raidisha grinned.

Zarbon and Frieza's eyes widened.
"No – Raidisha –"
"Y'know, about his son's marriage." Raidisha smiled.
"Marriage?" King Kold repeated.
"Yeah!" Raidisha nodded. "Tonight Frieza proposed to Zar –"
"Shut up!" Frieza screamed, leaping onto her.
"Fri-kun, not so hard!" Raidisha laughed. "You're touching me tail."
"Breathe another word to him and I'll rip it off!" Frieza hissed.
"Ooo…" Raidisha uttered, blushing.
"Frieza…" King Kold seethed.

Frieza's heart stopped, and he looked up at King Kold nervously.
"Yes, Papa?" He whimpered.
"Can I have a word with you in private?" King Kold asked.
"… Hai." Frieza squealed, and led his father into the kitchen.

Yasa looked at Raidisha.
"You okay?" She asked. Raidisha smiled shyly, holding her blushing cheeks.
"I had no idea Fri-kun could be so… just right." She sighed. Yasa sweat dropped.
"Don't ever let me hear you say that again…" She groaned, her face turning blue.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, King Kold was questioning his son.
"What is this marriage she's talking about?" He demanded. "You already have a wife."
"Yes, but… I… want another one?" Frieza nervously replied.
"And who exactly have you proposed to?" King Kold growled.
"Uh… well…" Frieza stammered.

At that moment, Raidisha leaned against the doorway.
"Hehehe!" She giggled and waved at Frieza flirtatiously, before returning to the others.
"Her!" King Kold wailed.
"No! Father –"
"A saiyan scumbag!" King Kold advanced on his son. "Boy, I should rip your –"
"I'm marrying a princess!" Frieza screamed.
"A saiyan princess!" King Kold roared.
"Yes!" Frieza cried.
"Wait - - Yasa?" King Kold blinked.
"Yes!" Frieza nodded, then quickly realised what he'd said. "… Oh. No, I – … uh…"
"Well if not her then who?" King Kold demanded.
"Crap, crap!" Frieza thought, panicking. "Good female, good female, good female… Out of all the women here tonight I cannot believe she is the best!" He let out an angry sigh, then groaned. "Yes." Frieza mumbled defeatedly. "It's… Yasa."
"Why?" King Kold gasped.
"Why?" Frieza repeated. "… Well – uh… politics." He said. "I'm trying to rebuild the alliance between my empire and the saiyans."
"Aren't there only two?" King Kold blinked.
"Well, sixteen including their children and the girls and the ones that are dead but still managed to make it here this evening." Frieza replied. "But… yes. To rebuild the alliance."
"And why would you want to do that?" King Kold frowned.
"Papa, why did I form an alliance with them the first time?" Frieza said. "Saiyans equals strength, which equals money, power and planets – all for the price of cheap labour."
"Hm…" King Kold mused, considering the notion. "I see… Well. I don't think she'll let you exploit her people like that, but if she's agreed to marry you…"
"Yasa's become a lot calmer since she was seventeen." Frieza said.
"Really?" King Kold uttered, surprised.
"Yes." Frieza nodded. He put arm around King Kold. "Believe me Papa, you don't need to worry about her."
"Hm…" King Kold grunted, walking towards the door with Frieza. "Well, if she's going to be my daughter it's good to know she's no longer that violent back-chatting teenager that had absolutely no respect for men or rules."
"Haha!" Frieza laughed. "Goodness no, not in a million –"

Frieza looked up, and his eyes widened in horror at the sight of Yasa holding Dodoria above her by his throat.
"What did you call me?" Yasa roared.
"B-But you are a monkey!" Dodoria cried.
"And you're the Blob!" Yasa snarled. "A – pologise!" She threw Dodoria across the room and into the wall, then blasted him.
"Fine, I'm sorry!" Dodoria cried, screaming in pain.
"I can't hear you…" Yasa hissed.
"I'm –"
"Ahem!" Yasa was interrupted by King Kold clearing his throat. "Yasa."

Yasa looked up, and glared at him.
"What do you want, Gramps?" She demanded. Meanwhile, Frieza was burying his face in his hands.
"Even when I was slowly killing Vegeta I was speaking to him politely, why is civil conversation so difficult for you…?" He groaned.
"What sort of venue do you want for the wedding?" King Kold asked Yasa.
"I don't care, it's Frieza's wedding." Yasa shrugged.
"Aha!" Frieza grinned. "See Papa? The woman knows her place!"
"Very good…" King Kold nodded, impressed. "Yasa, I never thought you could change so much."
"Hm?" Yasa blinked, and looked herself up and down. "Oh, well… it's been twenty five years, King Kold. You've changed too."
"Quite – but anyway." King Kold said. "What actually made you agree to marry my son?"

Frieza's eyes widened.
"Ah –"
"What!" Yasa screamed.
"Uh… his son?" Nanapa gasped, as Dodoria's jaw dropped.

Zarbon buried his face in his hands.
"Oh no…" He groaned. "Out of all the people he could've said… Goka would have played along out of sheer stupidity!"
"Wow, Yasa-sama's getting a second husband?" Raidisha beamed. "But which one? Coola's the obvious choice as far as looks, power and money are concerned, but Fri-kun's got a sort of charm…"
"You've thought about this, haven't you?" Zarbon growled.
"Jealous?" Raidisha winked.
"Yasa, have you told Boxas about this?" Karita frowned, looking at her disapprovingly.
"About what?" Yasa barked. "I am not –"

Frieza grabbed hold of her before she could speak another word.
"Yasa can I talk to you in private for a moment, Dear!" He cried, and dragged her into the kitchen.
"Get off me!" Yasa shrieked. She squirmed out of his grip and pushed him against the worktop. "What have you been saying?" Yasa snarled, pinning Frieza down.
"Listen – your loud-mouthed stirrer underling was about to tell my father about me and Zarbon!" Frieza growled.
"What, he doesn't know?" Yasa blinked.
"None of my family do – they think I'm straight." Frieza replied.

Yasa burst out laughing.
"Seriously!" She laughed. "Have they actually met you?"
"Oh sure, sure, laugh it up…" Frieza growled. "The point is – I couldn't let him know I'm marrying Zarbon so I had to say somebody else."
"But why me?" Yasa hissed.
"Because! You were - - … …" Frieza paused, his cheeks darkening in embarrassment. Yasa awaited his response, and Frieza lowered his head in shame. "You were the best one." He mumbled.

Yasa tossed her hair arrogantly.
"Well. I can't disagree with you there." She smirked.
"Oh, stop feeding your ego, one day it'll devour you." Frieza growled.
"Hmph! You're one to talk!" Yasa argued. " 'Oh, I am the most fearful emperor in the universe, nobody can defeat me…' – Remind me, how many times have the saiyans beaten you now?"
"Oh, shut up." Frieza snarled. "Are you going to play along or not?"
"… Fine." Yasa growled. "But I want a third of your empire."
"What!" Frieza cried. "Like hell you are! I'd rather tell me father I'm marrying Zarbon!"
"Oh, well let me save you the bother." Yasa smirked, and called towards the door. "Oh, King Kold –"
"Ssh!" Frieza hissed, clasping his hand over her mouth. "Okay, fine! A third! But it won't be the good third!" He removed his hand from her mouth, and Yasa yelled again,
"King Kold –"
"Okay!" Frieza screamed, covering her mouth again. He glared at Yasa. "Fine, the good third – but you had better be the most convincing fiancée ever, otherwise you'll be coming to hell with me!"
"Don't worry." Yasa replied, and took hold of his arm. "Let's go plan a wedding."