Hello, this is my first fan fiction. Tell me what you think!

Disclaimer: I do not own any DBZ.

It was a normal day when she came. I was just doing my daily walk in my personal garden when one of the slaves came before me bowed.

“Prince Vegeta, Lord Frieza wants to see you.”

“What does he want?”

“I’m sorry, sir, but I do not know.”

Humph. I stormed away. He was starting to bug me. Wonder what stupid reason it is this time. I made my way towards Frieza’s throne room. The two guards, in front of his door, stepped out of the way and opened the door for me.

As I walked in, I could see a handful of the royal guards circling a young girl about 4 with stunning, straight pink hair which ran down to her hips. Her back was to me, facing Frieza. There were chains around her ankles and wrists. One of the guards held the chains to make her look like a puppet. She was sitting on her legs with her head sunk low.

When the doors shut behind me, her ears perked up. She quickly spun around, and her sharp, blue eyes widened. When she realized who I was, she gave me a pleading look. It was so… captivating.

“Ah, Vegeta, you finally made it!”

“What do you want Frieza?”

I wasn’t in such a great mood. Frieza wasn’t helping,

“You better learn to control that temper, boy! It’s quite simple. You get to choose her punishment.”

“What was her crime?”

“She was born.”

That’s when I noticed her Saiyan tail. What’s a Saiyan doing with pink hair?

“That doesn’t seem to be a crime.”

Frieza frowned. “Ah! But, I see it as a crime. So, what’s her punishment?”

“I told you I don’t see it as a crime. I set her free, but keep her in the palace. I could use a change.”

Frieza frowned harder. “Tsk. Tsk. Fine, I’ll give her the punishment: She will be placed into the furnace for 1 hour at 1,000◦F every day until the day she dies, for you want her to stay in the palace.” He grins at that.

“Won’t those temperatures kill her?” He knew that I wouldn’t shed innocent blood. He did that to make me feel sorry for killing her.

“No, it won’t. I’ve seen what she can live through; it’ll just put her through hell. Now get her out of my sight!”

The guards bowed before the guard with her chains yanked her to her feet. She let out a yelp of pain. Then, one of the other guards slapped her and yelled, “Quiet you!”

I was about to defend her when he blew up. Frieza let out a chuckle. “Any one who wants to hurt our guest will answer to me.”

The other guards, scared out their wits, nodded. It didn’t make any sense. Why burn her to death if we couldn’t hurt her? It must be because of his twisted mind. The guards quickly left with her. As went past me, she gave me a “thanks for trying” look.

“Vegeta, you really disappointed me. Leave before my temper gets the best of me!”

I left, but not as cowardly as the guards; I have dignity, so I left showing no fear. As the doors slowly closed I heard Frieza say, “Why of all times…”

Then the sound-proofed doors closed behind me. I went in search of the girl. It would be nice to have some one close in age nearby.