He was supposed to be heading to Namek.

After his minions had managed to FINALLY find a Namekian… a weak, whimpering, cringing little thing that mewled in pain simply because the cell they'd tossed him in was 'too cold'… one hadn't gone about destroying himself just in the name of honor and freedom and all that garbage, he had thought that the secrets of the warrior race were finally his.

'Just as my father discovered those filthy monkeys I would have at last discovered the homeworld of the Namekians… and destroyed it utterly and completely.' Because that was his father's mistake, one he had quickly rectified: you don't leave an entire planet that could rebel just sitting there for decades under your rule, ready to rise up and cause problems.

He floated through the halls of his flagship in his special mobile throne, the way in front of him and behind completely empty, just as he liked. While there was something to say of having the weaklings bow to him, heads down and knees bent in subjection, he always preferred being utterly by himself. There was nothing better than standing on a planet that had not a scrap of life, knowing he was the sole thing with a heartbeat on that rock. Then, and only then, did he truly find himself happy. The worship of the enslaved and broken? Fine enough but… not as pleasing as that.

And Lord Frieza, Emperor of the Universe, always so enjoyed getting what he wanted.

Which was why he was in a foul mood as he zipped through the halls of his landing space ship, mentally asking for some pathetic fool to get in his way and allow him to work off some of his anger by reducing them to space dust. Zarbon and Dodoria had, much to his surprise, actually wised up and given him a wide berth when the command had come down for them to land. So too had his minions, apparently. Normally he'd be pleased with them actually showing some sense but not at the moment.

Now he wanted not merely emptiness… but to be the cause of that emptiness. The reason the halls were filled with only himself.

'Perhaps the planet as well,' he thought bitterly as he came to the exit ramp and pressed a button on his mobile throne, the door opening with a cracking hiss and slowly lowering down. The world he'd been forced to land on was a dusty place, with rolling sand dunes and great stone uprisings that darted up into the sky. 'Though it looks already have wiped out already,' he thought , eyes narrowed before he began to float out of the ship, activating the transponder that would tell him exactly where to go. On the small screen embedded in his throne's control panel he saw the dotted line that led to his destination and made for it… even as he wished to simply turn around, get back to his ship, and fly off towards Namek.

Namek.

Ever since that whining Namekian had been brought to him his mind had been utterly focused on it. He had sent out the commands for all but his private ship to avoid that sector of space, not wanting anyone else to land on the planet. Especially not after what he had learned-

He grimaced. He was becoming distracted and he desperately needed to keep his mind on what he was being forced to deal with NOW.

'I would have been to Namek already if not for this distraction,' he thought angrily as he continued on. 'This waste of time! But instead I needed to turn around and travel nearly half a galactic month's time to this pathetic dust ball! It would serve them right if I just told them that I had only come to spit in their faces and tell them how useless this all was before returning to my ship and seeing just how hard I could push the engines to get us back on schedule!'

But he didn't.

He didn't dare.

Because, and he utterly hated it, the fact remained that when this call came out he had no choice but to answer.

He reached a large plateau and without even stopping he sent his mobile throne racing straight up, rising higher and higher until he crested…

"Ah, Frieza. Finally arrived I see. Perhaps not quite fashionably late but close enough?"

"Father," Frieza said simply.

The top of the plateau had been set up to resemble a cheerful little café. There was a massive table with an umbrella sticking out of the middle, providing shade, while beside the hulking form of his father several servants moved great palm fronds back and forth to create a gentle breeze. The Cold Elites were dressed in their finest armor as they played classical instruments, filling the air with their music. His father's chair was almost painfully boring and pathetic, thanks to him clearly wanting to make it fit with the décor. Only its massive size really made it stand out. Upon the table were cups and saucers and a few exotic pastries from planets that had earned his father's favor.

"No greeting for me, little brother?" Cooler said from their father's right. Of course he would have selected that seat and Frieza cursed mentally that he hadn't shown up first to snag it just to be able to throw it in his brother's face. It didn't matter that he had lingered because of his own choices… he still should have gotten there before his annoying older brother.

"Oh, I didn't even see you there," Frieza said dismissively as he narrowed his eyes slightly, smiling as if he had just noticed something slightly odd but not terribly memorable.

Cooler opened his mouth to say something only for their father to cut in. "Frieza, please leave your hover pod and come sit with us."

"It is a mobile throne," Frieza muttered under his breath even as he floated out of the MOBILE THRONE.

"Come now, brother," Cooler said snidely, "the ground won't hurt you… unless the pads of your feet have become so soft from lounging about that a single step would be like a knife."

"I do not 'lounge around'. Unlike you I simply don't see the need to waste useless energy on meaningless things." He walked over to the table and took a seat and one of the Cold Elites hurried over and poured his father a cup of Orgunian Tea, based on the scent of it. Not his favorite but decent enough. His father's favorite, naturally… because of course it would always be his father's favorite.

"Are you saying that visiting with our father is meaningless?" Cooler said with a sad shake of his head and Frieza grit his teeth at that, hating how he'd walked into that trap. "The moment I received his summons I hurried right here. And despite being farther off than you I managed to make it here first. I wonder if you truly do care for him if you see spending time with him as a burden." He chuckled at that and turned to look at their father, only to be rather disappointed that King Cold had his eyes shut, savoring his tea.

"I do care for him," Frieza lied. "Which is why I worry about maintaining all he built rather than flittering about the universe letting what he gave me turn to ruins."

Cooler snapped his head towards Frieza and the younger of King Cold's children smirked in getting that reaction.

"Oh, is something the matter?" Frieza said, as if they both didn't know that Cooler was still smarting over the loss of The F Ridge Station.

When King Cold had decided to 'retire' he had made a grand show of presenting Frieza to all the many different planetary rulers who served under him, informing them that the Cold Force was now the Frieza Force. But what his father had failed to mention to all of them was that his empire was quite larger than any expected. It had been a game for him, creating multiple empires with him at the head, and then seeing what would happen if they brushed up against one another. What feuds would happen, what battles. King Cold once had gotten three calls in a row about the same battle, just from the different sides that had taken part.

So when he had decided to 'retire' he had given Frieza an empire… and Cooler as well. Frieza wasn't entirely convinced there weren't other parts of the empire out there, awarded to loyal minions or, much to his own disgust and horror, other brothers of his that he hadn't been told of. Honestly he could see his father playing such a game, having a secret family that none of them knew about just to see what would happened.

Frieza had what was now known as the Frieza Force and had quickly set about shaping it to how he desired. Cooler, for his part, had decided that rather than continue on with the family business of mass cleansing planets and then selling them off to the highest bidder (sometimes to the survivors… that was always delightful) he wished to… experiment. The F Ridge Station was to be the premiere research facility in the entire universe. It would allow the Cooler Force to become dominant not just in raw power but through advancements. The newest scouters and blasters, upgrading their ships to make them far faster and more fuel efficient, cybernetic enhancements so that a single soldier could take down a solar system; all of these were the dreams of Cooler. An attempt to prove that he could be as refined and cultured as his father. He had mocked Frieza more than once that for all the time he spent trying appear to be a dignified and cultured ruler he was little more than a barbarian king sending out his horde to slaughter.

And then the F Ridge Station had exploded, taking out 95% of the Cooler Force.

'The only thing that would have made it better would have been if I had been the cause of it,' Frieza thought to himself. 'Though I suppose there is a delight to be had in my brother's failure coming from his own inferiority.'

After the destruction of The F Ridge Station Cooler had been reduced to being the very Barbarian King he had accused Frieza of. Traveling with the last dregs of the Cooler Force he too had begun conquering planets and selling them off, all in the name of trying to regain some of the lost wealth that had been destroyed in the explosion that had taken the research facility.

"Boys, please," King Cold said, selecting a pastry from a plate, "I don't see why this must devolve into the same sniping that it always does. You know I don't want that."

'Liar,' Frieza thought bitterly. While he was currently doing far better than Cooler when it came to earning their father's approval he knew that he didn't truly have it. At any moment his father might decide to show honor to Cooler and judge Frieza as a failure. 'Everything in your existence is about pitting beings against one another.'

"Very well, father," Cooler said, always the little suck up. He was still bruising that Frieza was far more successful than him when it came to, well, everything, and thus did everything he could to try and earn their father's respect. Always agreeing with him, always quick to say 'yes father' or 'of course father' or 'whatever you wish, father'.

'That is why you will never be a proper ruler, brother. You have no spine. No drive to stand on your own.' Frieza held out his tea cup, allowing a servant to pour.

Only for his father to wave the servant off.

"No, I don't think there is any need for that," his father said to the now trembling and rather fearful Cold Elite. It should have delighted Frieza that he made the simpleton feel such fear but in reality all it did was make him grit his teeth in frustration that while he could make one feel terror… they still feared his father far more. "I think you should pour for yourself, son."

"Whatever for?" Frieza said, annoyed even as he did just that.

"You've gotten lazy, Frieza. Doing so little… its good for you to stretch your legs."

"Which you rarely do," Cooler commented under his breath but loud enough for Frieza to hear. "It's a wonder you didn't fuse to that hover pod."

"Mobile throne," Frieza snarled only for his father to shoot him a level stare, causing him to turn away from his brother and focus on his father. "I do plenty of things, father. I am running the Frieza Force-"

"Oh, is that what it is called?" King Cold said with a slight smile. "I had been hearing… differently." Frieza didn't say a word. "Why, I heard from some that you have taken to calling it an Empire…"

"A loose term."

"Lord Frieza, Emperor of the Universe. The entire universe, my son? My my my… someone is ambitious."

'And why shouldn't I be?' Frieza thought darkly to himself. But instead he stated, "I can't control people if they decide to give such titles to me."

"I heard that you gave it to yourself," Cooler commented. "Screamed it to the high heavens."

"And what if I did?" Frieza snapped. "Is it not true? Is there not no power that can match me?"

"Quite a few, actually," Cooler commented.

"Are you referring to the Galactic Patrol?" Frieza said with a dismissive flick of his fingers. "They are nothing. Pathetic little do-gooders who nip at the very edges of my Em-" His father raised a brow. "-the Frieza Force and its territories. Even if they gathered every single one of their numbers and sent their full might against us… it would be like a paper tiger roaring at a storm."

King Cold nodded at that. "That is true. Though I would argue that there are other ways to deal with them rather than reducing them to dust. After all, the Galactic Patrol are like rats: you kill one and another will simply pop up. But make the rat your pet and it will not only serve you but also deal with the others."

" Leaving them a chance to bite you all the same," Frieza grumbled. His father had an insane notion that there should be loyalty in his forces. That was why Zarbon, Dodoria, and the Ginyu Force had been allowed to live when their planets had been destroyed. Why many perfectly fine planets that offered such business opportunities were allowed to continue on rather than being sold off like all the rest. 'A weakness of the sentimental fool.' Out loud he said, "But they are nothing."

"And what of the Omni King?" Cooler suddenly asked. "Do you think he will take kindly to you trying to give a title far grander than his own?"

"I do not fear that child," Frieza retorted. "Let him play at his games of being a ruler while the true adults rule properly."

"Oh, are we counting you as an adult now?" Cooler asked. "You could have fooled me, what with you refusing to even show signs of growing up."

"…if you are referring to my choice of form I see no need to take on any other. This one is powerful… more powerful than all."

"And thus we come back to one of the topics I wished to discuss," King Cold stated. "You have grown lazy, Frieza."

"I most certainly have not!" he complained only to quickly add, "Father" at the end when King Cold narrowed his eyes at the passive insult. "I am working hard to build the Frieza Force into a terror throughout the universe-"

"Terror?" King Cold said. "No no no… you never got that lesson, did you? We are not terrors. We are the enviable. What is MEANT to be. Do you fear a mountain? No… you simply know it is greater than you." He paused, taking another pastry and savoring it. "Mmm… so delightful." He dabbed his mouth with his napkin. "I have been told that you have been skipping your training sessions."

Frieza huffed at that. "There is no need to train. I have all the power needed to bring the filthy mewling wretches to their knees within a single finger."

"Or perhaps you've hit a plateau and can't get any stronger?" Cooler commented.

"That is enough," King Cold said, shooting Cooler a dark look. Frieza smirked at his brother being slapped down only to grow quiet when his father glared at him again. "It is important that you train, Frieza. While it is true that you are a prodigy when it comes to raw power it is only through training that you will grow even stronger."

"There is no need to train," Frieza repeated, hating how petulant his voice sounded even to himself. "I am the mightiest being in the universe!"

"That isn't true and you know it," King Cold said. "I think I'll request Berryblue to join you…"

"Do not," Frieza said; while he… well, not so much cared but tolerated… his old nursemaid and did enjoy her company he didn't need her doting on him. It would make him look weak.

"She will ensure that you begin training, to build yourself up."

"If that is possible," Cooler muttered.

"Maybe have you be a bit more hands on," King Cold stated. "I've read through your reports, Frieza… you have been tasking your soldiers to do almost all your work for you. Of course you shouldn't be slaughtering every village there is in the known universe but there is something to be said about taking matters into your own hands once and a while and showing the universe why we are to be feared."

"We? Or me?" Frieza snapped, finally growing tired of his father's needling. "I am known as the terror of the galaxy. The deathbringer. People see my face and know that their entire existence is about to change! I have entered into the upper echelons of power. A Destroyer God-"

King Cold's hand snapped out, grabbing Frieza's wrist and holding on.

There was no smashing his face against the table. No punches to the mouth to knock out teeth. No tosses or hurling his body about.

But… the threat was still clear.

"Frieza," his father said with false pleasantness, "I have warned you that there are two beings in the universe you are to never challenge: Majin Buu… and Beerus the Destroyer."

"I… wasn't challenging him," Frieza said, hating how strangling his voice sounded.

"You dared to compare yourself to him," King Cold said, his smile still there, sharp and hard like a diamond forged blade. "If he were awake he would be right now coming to erase you from existence. Do you understand that, Frieza? Not kill. Erase. To utterly cease to exist. And there is nothing, no power in the universe you claim to control, that would be able to stop him. " He finally let go of Frieza's wrist. "Perhaps it is good you have gotten lazy… it will keep you from getting stronger and thus having foolish notions."

"Foolish?" Frieza seethed, saying no more as he father shot him a look. 'Then perhaps I should begin training… after my journey to Namek. With the power of their Dragon Balls I will make myself immortal. And with that security I will train so I might stand up to both Beerus and Majin Buu… make both tremble in terror!'

"You don't seriously believe Majin Buu is real, father," Cooler said and for once Frieza found himself agreeing with his brother. "And if he is real he must be long dead. He hasn't been seen in thousands of years…"

"The records state he is real and I have no reason to believe he isn't."

"But it is just a myth," Cooler argued. "No different than the other supposed ultimate powers in the universe. The Super Saiyan. The Silver Sorcerer. The Triclops Tritarian."

"The Super Saiyan was spoken of by our ancestor Chilled," King Cold reminded them both, as if they were mewling babes in need of a bedtime story. "And while the Triclops race has disappeared from the universe we know that a Tritarian at least once came from their ranks. As for the Silver Sorcerer…"

Frieza tuned his father out as he rambled on about the legends of the universe. 'Just tales told by fools that seek false comfort,' he thought to himself, finally breaking down and grabbing a pastry. He had to admit they were rather good. Perhaps he would seek to have his own private cooks learn the recipe… or improve upon it. 'Oh, that would burn father, that is for sure! My cooks able to produce something far better than his own!'

"-of the Saiyans I heard an interesting little rumor," King Cold said, drawing Frieza from his thoughts.

"Yes father?" Frieza asked.

"Well… you know that I have been busy with many of my… hobbies… since I gave you control of the Frieza Force. So imagine my surprise when, as I was working on project and found I needed some minerals from Planet Vegeta I learned… it had been destroyed."

Frieza sat very still.

And then, just as suddenly, he relaxed.

"Yes, tragic that," Frieza said. "An asteroid-"

"Now now," Cooler said, cutting him off. "Don't lie."

"Lie?" Frieza snapped. "You accuse me of lying, brother? I will have you know that-"

"You are lying?" Cooler asked. "Thank you. So much easier when you admit it." Cooler turned to their father. "Frieza got it in that deformed little head of his to destroy Planet Vegeta and all but 3 of the Saiyan race."

"I-"

"Is this true?" King Cold asked.

Frieza glared at his smirking brother before looking to his father again. "It needed to be done."

"The Saiyans were our mightiest warriors. Able to take planets out with easy."

"They were arrogant little monkeys who had forgotten their place!" Frieza snapped. "Their king tried to shake your hand, father!"

"It was the first time he had officially met me and he hadn't been briefed on decorum," King Cold replied. "I corrected him easily enough."

"He thought himself your equal!"

"And he was corrected."

Frieza found himself growing more frustrated by his father's attitude. "The filthy monkeys needed to be destroyed. They were-"

"A threat?" King Cold asked softly. "I thought you were so powerful Frieza that you could openly mock Lord Beerus. And yet you were frightened by the Saiyans?"

"I was NOT frightened!" Frieza shouted, pushing away from the table. "And I will not sit here as you-"

"Sit down, Frieza."

His father didn't raise his voice. And that made it all the more frustrating for Frieza when he gave in.

"The Saiyans had their flaws, yes… but also their uses. A good ruler knows how to get the most out of their minions. The fact that you saw as your only option the slaughter of our best forces shows me you have much to learn about being a good ruler."

Frieza grit his teeth even as King Cold turned to Cooler and began on his part of the scolding, asking why Cooler hadn't bothered to notify their father about the developments sooner.

'This will not stand for much longer, father,' Frieza thought. 'When I leave here I will travel to Namek and obtain the Dragon Balls… and with immortality I will at long last be able to rid myself of you and Cooler once and for all!'

~MC~MC~MC~

Vegeta growled to himself as he looked down at the metal belt that wrapped around his waist.

Despite all efforts made to make the material not stand out in the slightest the light always seemed to catch it and flash right in his eyes. He had only been wearing it for half an hour and already he hated it with an all consuming passion.

'A sign of weakness,' he thought as he pulled on his boots, deciding that he wouldn't be wearing the heavy shoulder pads that were normally part of his uniform. He'd never liked the damn things, as they made it hard for him to walk through doors and always seemed to be breaking off it battle. And they did almost nothing in a fight; the bodysuit and bioweaved breastplate did far more to protect him than the stupid shoulded guards. 'I shouldn't even need that!' he snarled in his head, tugging on his right boot before working to attach it to his outfit, feeling it seal around his foot and the systems within kick in. While most Frieza Soldiers just got the standard boots Vegeta always used the credits he earned to pay for the top of the line gear, which included the boots with their self cooling systems, comfort padding, and odor eliminators. 'More warriors die due to foot rot than they do wounds to the gut accord to Nappa-'

He stopped, blinking before he shoved that thought aside.

Vegeta was becoming too easily distracted.

Dressed he moved to leave the little changing room he'd been allowed to use only to stop when he caught the glint of metal from the corner of his eye.

'Damn it all,' he snarled and his hands went to the belt he was wearing. He wanted to rip the damn thing off. He wanted to tear it away from his body and stomp on it until it was nothing more than slivers. Then he wanted to blast it, and the entire Frieza Station, into tiny little bits.

"Ah, Vegeta!" Blaberr said, opening the door without a care and entering. "I see you are all dressed. Very good! Very good! Now then, let me take one final look at you."

"I'm fine," Vegeta growled but the medic merely continued on and Vegeta forced himself to take a calming breath; as much as he wanted to just begin beating the annoying little man he knew that doing so would garner far too much attention. He needed to stay quiet for now. Stealthy. Let them think he was still on their side.

"Let me be the judge of that!" Blaberr stated with his annoyingly cheerful tone. "After all, you were near death's door… yet I must admit that you look quite healthy after your time in the pod."

"I am quite healthy," Vegeta stated. It had been a surprise to him too when he'd emerged not just healed up but feeling stronger than ever. He was vaguely reminded of something he'd heard about Saiyans growing stronger if they survived near death experiences. 'A Saiyan grows stronger every time they almost die. To ensure that they are able to easily destroy the threat that nearly took their life. That is what I've heard… could it be true? This is the first time I came close to death so I can't be sure… I should ask Nappa-'

He stopped himself again.

"That you are! I would love to run some tests so I could update your file… you've managed to stay out of the healing pod almost your entire life, according to my records, so it would be lovely to have more information…"

"I don't have time to run tests," Vegeta stated. Though why he felt that way and what he wanted the staff on the medical station to think was the reason were vastly different.

"Yes, I imagine you wish to get back to work."

'No… no. Work is the farthest thing from my mind,' Vegeta thought, preparing to leave only for the damnable belt to reflect into his eyes once more!

Noticing where he was looking Blaberr nodded, moving around Vegeta and tapping on the belt. "It is very important you keep that on, Vegeta." He grit his teeth at the lack of his title; no one in the Frieza Force bothered to address him as 'Prince Vegeta' any more. "This will ensure that the muscles in your tail regrow properly." He moved around to Vegeta's back and the Saiyan knew that the doctor was looking at the cylinder that jutted off the back of the belt and wrapped around the base of his tail.

When he had arrived the doctors had been quite sure they wouldn't be able to save his tail. While still attached it had suffered so much damage that he had actually lost all feeling in it… or perhaps there had been feeling but the pain at the base where the Earthlings had hacked and blasted into it while he'd been in his mighty Oozaru form had left him unable to feel a thing. Vegeta though had used the last of his strength to threaten all the doctors, making clear that they would save his tail or he would make sure to take a pound of flesh from all of them.

"I would prefer if you stayed in the Healing Tank," Blaberr stated as he finally came around to Vegeta's front. "While this will work it will be a slow process-"

"Its fine," Vegeta stated firmly. "I want to get back out there anyway." He didn't have time to spend weeks in a healing tank, waiting for just that injury to heal up. Because the rest of him was all repaired he'd be conscious the entire time too, forced to just float there with nothing but his thoughts to keep him company. No… no, that wouldn't do.

So instead he was forced to wear the belt with its sheath that would keep the base of his tail protected and completely straight. It meant that he had to have it sticking out behind him, nearly touching the ground, unable to be wrapped around his body. The medics had explained that in order for the muscles to regrow properly he had to keep his tail straight as if he curled it around his body it would risk it becoming 'locked' in that position forever. Something Vegeta didn't want to deal with. But doing that meant that even with the belt on he still felt jolts of pain race through his body if he took too hard of a step or was bumped into. But… it was better that then to be trapped in a healing tank.

'Besides,' he thought, 'the pain I'm feeling will remind me of my failure on Earth… and drive me to correct it.'

"A pity about your partners," Blaberr stated. "But at least you were able to finish your assignment." Vegeta wasn't about to let anyone know that he had been defeated by Raditz, his low ranked brother, and a bunch of weak Earthlings. Because Earth hadn't been on their list of planets to wipe clean for resale he had lied and claimed that Nappa, Raditz, and him had been attacked during the final stages of cleansing Ragorn, with the people using a final doomsday weapon on them. Vegeta had naturally destroyed the device but it had left him in his injured state and killed both Nappa and Raditz.

'The latter will be true soon enough,' Vegeta thought darkly.

"Make sure you stop by a terminal to report in. Then you will get your new team assignment."

"Hmmmpf," was Vegeta's only reply as he headed out of the medical bay. 'As if I need to worry about getting a new team. They would only hold me back. None of these simpletons can hold a candle to the might of a Saiyan, let alone me!' It would mean having minions, he supposed, but it would also mean having to deal with the sycophantic wastes of space that wanted to desperately cling to his tail and ride it all the way to glory. And he had no time for that… not with Earth still needing to be taken care off. 'As soon as I can I will arrange for a new pod and fly right back to Earth. Won't make some grand announcement either… I will just swoop in and kill them all. Not give them a chance to prepare. Kill Raditz. Kill Kakarot. Kill the Namekian. Claim the woman.'

The woman.

The female Saiyan.

Vegeta clenched his hand into a fist.

'She didn't engage me and Nappa during the fight until she had too… but that is to be expected. Even Raditz and his pathetic backwoods bumpkin of a brother knew that she is too valuable to risk like that. She only attacked when she had no other choice, foolishly defending those weaklings out of misguided loyalty.' He moved into one of the communication centers and carefully sat down at a terminal, logging in.

But not with his standard issue ID.

No… he used Zarbon's log in, which he'd managed to steal after an encounter with the annoying toady when he had complained that Vegeta pawned all of his reports off on Nappa. "It is important that ever member of the Frieza Force fills out their OWN reports, Vegeta," he had said in that condescending tone of his that always set Vegeta's teeth on edge. "How else will we get a sense of what really happened? If you just keep having Nappa do it we only get his side of every mission." Zarbon had then patronizingly shown him how to fill out a report, treating him like a child who had donned armor for the first time. It had made Vegeta burn but it had also allowed him to learn Zarbon's log in credentials… something he made use of often to snoop around and see just what Frieza was hiding from them all.

'I will need time with the female,' Vegeta thought to himself as he began to go through Zarbon's personal messages… which weren't personal at all. All rather bland, boring, and businesslike. 'Remove the brainwashing that led her to believe that Kakarot is a proper mate. Once she understands just who I am and what being the Prince of All Saiyans means I can then work on breeding her properly.' He frowned. 'She will need to be kept someplace safe… I can't risk Frieza or any of his lackies finding out about her. Perhaps find a space station to settle her in. Somewhere only I know where to get to… robotic guards to ensure that no threats harm her or any children she pro-'

Vegeta stopped, staring at the screen, one of the latest messages appearing there completely innocent. Bland and boring as all the others…

NAMEK LOCATION UNCOVERED

HUNT FOR DRAGON BALLS

He clicked on the message and read it over.

'They managed to find a Namekian,' Vegeta thought in shock. 'One that was too weak willed to kill themselves upon capture. And he not only revealed the location of Planet Namek but also his race's greatest secret… the Dragon Balls.' He read over the message again. 'Able to great nearly any wish…'

Vegeta's eyes narrowed in thought.

'With that Frieza would be unstoppable. Never be removed from power. But… if I were to get there first and claim the wish… I could become all powerful.'

The plan had been to kill Frieza with the aid of Nappa, Raditz, and Kakarot. But now, staring at this opportunity… something new was forming in Vegeta's brain.

'With those Dragon Balls… I could bring back Planet Vegeta. And the entire Saiyan race! Raise them from the ground, built in my image, utterly loyal to me and only me!' He saw himself standing on a hill, the female Saiyan sitting demurely at his feet while a great army of Saiyans all bowed down to him as fires burned in the distance, blotting out the sky with their smoke. 'Yes… yes, that is exactly what I will do!'

He quickly signed out of Zarbon's account, making sure to hide any trace that he had been in there. Satisfied Vegeta hurried to where they kept the space pods, ignoring the throbbing in his tail as he hurried along.

'Soon Frieza… soon things will be put right. Once I have the Dragon Balls the universe will know the might of the Saiyan race! And me, Vegeta, KING OF ALL SAIYANS!'