"Where are we?" a voice asked. Vegeta watched the girl's eyes open, blink, and then she shot up as she recognized the voice of her mother. She sat there and quickly looked around and then felt a small tug at her arm. She looked and found she wasn't hooked to her mother, she was no longer giving blood. She looked at the woman. "Mom," she whispered. Vegeta stiffened. A mother? And daughter? He would have sworn they were sisters with how young the mother looked. "We're at the docks of my home," he announced. They looked at him with wide eyes and his head tilted. "Come on," he grumbled. "I've decided not to abandon you, yet," he said as he opened the hatch door. A breeze kicked into the ship and they shielded their eyes. He didn't say anything as they followed. They remained quiet until they came upon a home that was sitting upon a hill above the waterside. Their eyes rose to the young man greeting them. A smile cracked his face as he said, "Father."

"Briefs," he greeted. His son. The only person he lived for. His blue eyes were his mother's and his lavender hair was both his and his mother's. They had found a planet to live on that was safe from the outside cosmos of war and destruction. He clapped a hand on his father's shoulder until his hand clasped it. Vegeta saw the change in his son's face. "Who are they?" Vegeta turned to watch the women walking down the ramp towards them. He nodded toward the young one. "She's Saiyan, partly, like you." Briefs didn't let his excitement show. "And the other?"

"Earthling," he answered. Briefs watched the two walk hand in hand toward them. "They were at the Outpost, for sale," he commented. Briefs smiled. "You bought them?" Vegeta shook his head. "I took them." Briefs laughed at his father and continued to shake his head. He walked past him and said, "Well, I guess I'll welcome them." He walked to them and held his hand out. "My name is Briefs." The mother reached her hand out and he clasped it in a firm grip while the daughter stayed just a step behind her. He pulled his hand away and smiled at his father. "Quiet aren't they?" he asked. Vegeta scoffed. "The young one talks too much," he groused. Briefs saw her gape at him. "Why you-"

Videl caught her head and shoved her daughter into a bow. "Do you not realize who you're talking to?" she hissed. Pan bit her tongue at her mother's sudden actions. Vegeta arched a brow at them. "What?" Briefs asked. "I know who you are," she said gently. Vegeta frowned and Briefs shook his head. "We've never met," he reasoned. "My name is Videl Satan." Vegeta's body went stiff and Briefs pulled his hand away. "You-You're V-Videl?!" Vegeta yelled. Briefs jumped at the sudden outburst from his father. He pointed his finger at her. "You-you're Kakkorot's daughter!" She shook her head. "No, I am," she paused, "I was Gohan's wife." Vegeta's shoulders stiffened while Briefs' eyes went wider. "You're," he gulped, "you're Gohan's wife?"

"It was a long time ago now," she murmured, "over a decade now that he has been gone." Vegeta went to her and caught her arm and shook her, not quite sure what to say. Vegeta said, "You went to planet Namek." She nodded. "He didn't return for us, he left for Earth and-" It had been so long since she had spoken to someone about Earth, let alone about Gohan. "I'm sorry."

"He trained us," Briefs said gently. "He sacrificed his life for us," he added.

There was a small silent moment between them before Briefs said, "Well, let's unpack the hatch. Then we'll uh, well, we, I? I'll show you around." He turned away and said, "Do you have any bags?" Pan eyed him and said, "He just took us from post and we came straight here." Videl stumbled and Pan turned to her, to catch her from falling. Videl's eyes rolled and she fell into Pan. "You're still unwell," Vegeta said. "You need rest." Pan murmured, "We haven't been on a planet with two suns in nearly a decade and she's still anemic." Videl's breathing labored and Pan saw her eyes finally droop shut.

"So soon? You both just arrived," Briefs said. Pan nodded. "She's fair-skinned, sun sickness has happened plenty of times." Pan swung her up into her arms and said, "Please, where can I take her?" She looked at Vegeta and he pulled a bag over his shoulder. He rolled it, motioning for her to follow him.

They arrived at a modest home and she tucked Videl into her shoulder as she eased inside. "She can rest here," Briefs said as he pulled at a small couch and it folded out into a bed. She slipped her down and touched her face. "She's running a fever," she murmured. She looked at Vegeta and asked, "What can I do?" Vegeta shook his head. "I did what I can, she needs rest," he said. "Brolick drained her to make her complacent and couldn't with you. Knowing you wouldn't leave her, he took blood from her to weaken her." He looked at his son. "Another reason why I took them, I don't know if she'll live. I wasn't going to pay for dead stock."

"We are not some stock!" Pan yelled. Vegeta rushed her again. She stiffened up and he looked over her closely. "I gave you enough mercy to bring you here, you will not disrespect me in my home. Understand?" he forewarned. Pan swallowed and took a slow seat next to her mother. "Yes," she responded as she bowed her head. Briefs sighed as his father walked away, not knowing what to add to the conversation and he too walked away. Leaving the women sitting in the center of the empty room.

Briefs handed a wet towel to Pan. "For her fever," he said, "I've got a brew that'll help her but it's seeping." She quietly turned from him and began wiping away the sweat at her mother's brow. "So, what did you do before he found you?"

"We were traded," Pan said. Briefs' eyes widened at the sound of her voice, it was sharp but not unpleasant, softened by the worry for Videl. "You're not mute?" Briefs teased. Vegeta chuckled at his son as he walked into the room. Freshly showered and clean, Pan eyed him. "She was rather talkative on our way here," he reminded. "And after that?" Briefs asked. Pan didn't censor herself. "We were taken to a tradesman and after that we were brothel women," she listed dryly. Briefs nodded. "Until my mother became a concubine and I was a guard for Friezas reign."

"Frieza?!" Vegeta hissed. She arched a brow, and said, "Yes, he believed that we would draw you out but after time he was just paranoid and delusional. He thought the universe couldn't dare treat him so small."

"What happened to him?" Vegeta asked slowly. "Lord Champa destroyed him, and it wasn't until the monarchy we were with was killed and we were sold once more."

"I wonder why Lord Champa would step in?" Vegeta shuddered. "I wouldn't worry about him, if Friezas gone it's for the best."

Vegeta was thankful that his son was patient and kind because he couldn't understand why Pan and Videl hadn't escaped the cycle of their travels. Very much unlike him. But, he was strong and he couldn't ask for more. Briefs looked up at his dad with a small smile. Vegeta was proud. He was still a prince by title. Over the years he had lost the most valued people in his life. But, when his son smiled at him, even though he was grown now, he knew he had done something right in his life. Maybe not as a father but, by his son, he had.

"You won't have to work for your keep here," Vegeta said. Pan looked up at him and he hooked a towel around his neck. "You'll stay here until she's well and then we'll get you a home," he said. Pan shook her head. "I don't understand-"

"You're safe here," he said. Her eyes widened. "You're staying here and no one will sell you or own you again." He arched a brow and then finally turned away as he said, "Son, you're on duty. The next job is yours." Briefs blinked blankly and looked at Pan before he said, "Well, welcome home."