Frieza stands in her personal hologram chamber, observing the solar systems under her control. She manages her intel about her supplies and goods under her distribution system. With her fair and honest rule. Making sure that they all have enough to eat and that everyone has what they would ever need and want.

Her guidance makes sure that everyone has access to communications, transportation, medical services, family assistance, mental health, and so much more. All this offered with fairness and a working system. All under the rule of Princess Frieza.

The communication panel beeps notifying her that someone has news requiring her attention. Turning around from her diorama of solar systems, she makes her way to the communication panel and pressing the button to speak.

"What is it?"

She says in a calm voice ready to receive any and all news.

"Princess Frieza, we are arriving into Nameks atmosphere. Your presence is required at the-"

"That's enough. I'm on my way."

She cuts him offending his reports. Knowing that others will be handing her documents and informing her a second time of anything else this low-level servant might tell her. She turns off the communication channel and shuts off the hologram after saving her alterations. Then making her exit from the holo-chamber.

Making her way through the halls, she walks towards the elevator and punches in for the main front chamber of her mother-ship. The guards tremble at her presence as she walks through the main entrance looking out into space.

A servant makes his way to her in a fearful cold sweat as he hands her a datapad. His body odor can be picked up a mile away, but she holds back her anger and tells him to quickly leave and have someone else bring her any other notifications from now on.

Looking out to planet Namek she smiles a little while looking at what her scouts have discovered so far in regards to the defenses of the planet It's nothing at all. A planet full of farmers and old way belief systems.

Her lips move slowly to a little smile, and she tosses the datapad to the side and its screen shatters.

"Land the mother-ship immediately and gather a few scouts outside. This is going to be easier than I thought. Should they cooperate then I'll go ahead and let them live. Hopefully, it will be as easy as that."

Vegeta looks outside one of the portholes. Observing Namek coming closer and closer.

"Damn it. All that I wanted and struggled for is about to be ruined by Frieza. I'm going to have to come up with something. I'll be at her side an awful lot from the way she had spoken about. But I'll come up with something. An opportunity will show itself. Just have to keep my eyes open."

He comes down the main hall and enters into the main opening to exit outside the mothership when it lands. Footsteps can be heard coming from behind as the other soldiers make their way down the to join him.

"Now all the underlings are going to make more trouble than all this is worth. If anyone gets in my way I'll make quick work of them."

The other soldiers arrive at the exit hatch. Not a single one stands beside Vegeta. Every single one of them fearful of angering Frieza's most prized fighter. Most of them wish they could be him. Having his fearless nature in and off the battlefield.

A powerful sound of metal hitting earth fills the halls of the ship. An echo of doors opening as fresh air is let in through the hatch. The system quickly calculates the safety of the air on this planet. Within an instant, every soldier and servant gets a notification on their scouter, letting them know if the air is safe for each and every individual soldier.

Those who need a breathing device quickly pick one up on their way outside of the ship. They all quickly gather together outside, awaiting princess Frieza. None of them know exactly why they are here. Nor do they care. To them, another day in service and being on the princesses good graces just means another day to stay alive.

Vegeta smirks a little as he looks around at the others fiddling with their devices and gear. He chuckles as he can remember being a bit younger, but never was he so green like these other men. Lack of pride is an understatement for these poor excuses for soldiers.

A strong desire from within him is growing as he just imagines being able to take off right now and search for the blasted dragon balls. How can he get out of Frieza's view? He simply must find a way.

Perhaps he can convince the princess that if he takes off and searches for them it will be much faster than those other men. They just know how to comb the towns and rocks. He is far more skilled in finding hidden items.

If these dragon balls are indeed as valuable as they are to be believed. Then finding them shouldn't be all too difficult if you know where and how to look. And Vegeta has been on many countless planets searching for items that some poor creature tried to hide from him. On several countless missions.

One time he even went ahead and sought out the scale of a dragon mermaid on a planet made up entirely of magnesium. Now that was a point break mission that got his blood to a boil. Why did he obtain this item? It was Princess Frieza's birthday and if he had come emptyhanded then that could have upset her. So he went ahead and got something no one could get.

Just then, a soft hum from a bubble car fills the air. All but one salute the princess. Vegeta just looks at her and Zara.

Frieza smiles as her eyes meet Vegeta.

"Damn it. What does she have cooking in that brain of hers."

He grunts look away thinking to himself.

"Vegeta. Come here at my side. Dodoria, You take team 2. Zara you take team 1."

Both Zara and Dodoria are shocked at what the Princess has just said. Never has she asked or ordered her elite men to leave her be. As especially not with Vegeta. Is... is the princess feeling alright? Is she doing fine or is she under the weather? Does she even get sick?

Dodoria in a perplexed tone asks her, trying to make sure that she doesn't cross any line or territory that is not hers to cross.

"Um... Princess Frieza, I don't mean to-"

"Then DON'T" Frieza snaps her words with authority and warning. Letting Dodoria know full well that this is an order and not a request. And it is absolutely not for discussion or questioning. This is her order and they must follow it.

Her eyes closed and a graceful smile comes across her lips. She looks at Vegeta again and speaks a bit softer as both Dodoria and Zara walk off to their ordered posts.

Understanding the hint that is already so thick in the atmosphere, Vegeta makes his way to the right-hand side of Frieza. She can practically sense his presence next to her now. Or... is that just his relaxed and hidden power level? Could it be that he has already learned how to hide his powers? A soft laugh escapes from under her breath. "Well done Vegeta."

Well done? Well done for what? He is yet to do anything. Is she taunting him already? Good job for obeying her like a dog? If that's what it is then Frieza has got another thing coming.

Zara looking at both Frieza and Vegeta. She begins to study his and her body language. For as subtle as it is, and as hidden as their personalities are. Zara has been around both of them for a very long time. She uses to take care of little Vegeta after his planet was sadly destroyed.

She cared for him, prepared meals, washed his clothes. Every little tiny bit of Vegeta, she understands him. Honestly, he can't really hide much of anything from her. And right now, looking at him. She can see that he is very uncomfortable.

Zara would speak a few words of encouragement to him, but with all the men around her and the princess right their. It's out of the question. Zara never did care if she looks like a fool or embarrasses herself. But she always did care for the dignity of others.

But something becomes a bit strange to her as she watches Frieza... Her cheeks... is that a shade of red?

To be continued