"My Lord," Vegeta said, kneeling on the cold floor of Frieza's ship. In his absence, nothing had changed. Frieza's ship was still just as harsh feeling as it had been when he left. Frieza turned to face him.

"My, my, my. We are ballsy, aren't we?" Frieza addressed him, coolly. "I'm surprised that you'd show your face here uninvited and unannounced. Especially after all of the foolish things you and your friends have done."

"My Lord," Vegeta repeated. He lifted his gaze from the floor to Frieza's eyes. He did his best not to shudder. "I have come to beg for your forgiveness. I had nothing to do with the actions of those fools," he spoke quickly, hoping Frieza would buy into his lies. "My sister revealed to me the true foolishness of this revolution. I have no desire to take part in it. I serve you, as I always have," he turned his gaze towards the floor once more. He was greeted by silence. Frieza paced around for several moments, before addressing the prince again.

"I figured she would win you over," he said, musing aloud. "I told her not to. It was too risky. Well, at least she managed to do one thing right before she died," he sighed. "You may stand, Vegeta." Vegeta stood, doing his best to bite his tongue. Yes, he hated his sister. He always would. But he felt that, next to Raditz, he was the only person who had the right to feel hatred towards her. He was one of the few people that knew her best. Her betrayal had wounded him the most. Still, when Frieza spoke of her with such disdain, he wanted nothing more than to shoot a few holes through the despot.

"It seems we have our work cut out for us," Frieza said. "Surely you know of Bardock's plan to return to Vegeta with the Dragonballs?" Vegeta nodded. "Zarbon, Dodoria, and I will go down and head them off, which leaves you in charge of the ship. Do you think you can do that without messing everything up?" he asked. Vegeta nodded once more. "Very well. When I hear more, I'll let you know. You may go," he said, casually waving Vegeta away. Vegeta bowed once more, and exited the room as quickly as possible. He meandered uselessly through the halls. It had been so long since he'd been here; he'd almost forgotten where everything was. Eventually, he found his way down to the lower levels of the ship. Just as he was about to walk down the stairs, Zarbon walked up.

"Well, if it isn't Vegeta," he scoffed. "Never thought I'd have to see you again," he glowered. Vegeta folded his arms crossly. He'd always had a particular distasted for Zarbon.

"That could be arranged," he growled. "I could kill you here and now, ending our agony." Zarbon only laughed, and continued his ascent up the stairs.

"Cocky, as always," he muttered to himself, ignoring Vegeta once more. Vegeta watched Zarbon retreat up the stairs before he began his descent. He'd only been down these stairs on rare occasions. As he continued his descent, he suddenly remembered why. Vegeta was hardly forbidden from going anywhere on the ship. He always got a dreadful feeling, however, as he used these stairs. It was as though the air was heavier and cooler down here. There was no other feeling inside him but despair. Of course, he knew it was all in his mind, but that didn't help him shake off the feeling. As he walked through the door at the bottom of the stairs, he squinted to adjust to the darkness. It was cooler down here than he had remembered. He shivered slightly. He looked around at his bleak surroundings, suddenly questioning why he was here. He walked forward, hoping he could remember.

"Vegeta?" a weak voice called. Vegeta's eyes had adjusted to the dim light, and he turned his attentions to the sound of his name. He walked forward, realizing that the room was lined with cells. Almost all of them were occupied with weak and dying Saiyans. He hoped the others would arrive soon. He couldn't bear to let these Saiyans just sit here and suffer.

"It's really you," the voice spoke again. He neared the cell, laying his eyes upon a Saiyan girl. She had pushed her body against the bars, and her arm was outstretched towards him. He took her hand in his, almost drawing back once he sensed the immediate coldness of her skin. He studied her face intently. She had a tangled mess of spiky hair that fell to her waist. Her eyes were hollow and her face sunken in. However, as he studied, Vegeta was able to recognize that face. He squeezed the girl's hand a little tighter.

"Cerorai?" he asked, upon recognizing her. Her months in the cell had changed her appearance. How she had managed to survive in these conditions was beyond him. She brought his hand to her cheek.

"I knew you'd come back," she whispered. "There were rumors you'd been killed. Most of us have started to lose hope," she said, her voice tired and forlorn.

"Don't lose hope just yet," he whispered back. It was good to see her again, even if it was painful at the same time. He hated seeing her like this. "Bardock and Sona still have a few surprises for Frieza. Kai be willing, you'll all be out of here in no time."

"I'm sorry about your sister," she said slowly. She studied his face. He toughened his calloused front once more, stiffening at the mention of his sister. He shrugged.

"She deserved to die after what she'd done to you," he replied. "She betrayed our people. She's better off to us dead." Cerorai shook her head.

"You say that, but you don't really mean it," she said, sadly. "I know you miss her. It's okay. There are just some people you can't save from themselves. She was one of them." Vegeta's grip on Cerorai's hand relaxed a little. Somehow her words provided a release for him. She'd brought him to a realization he couldn't reach on his own. He'd been telling himself that his sister was all bad and that it was good that she was dead. Cerorai gave him a completely different approach: We all have darkness within ourselves. Verspa's merely swallowed her up before she could stop it. Mourning for her loss, regardless of what she'd done, wasn't wicked; it was natural.

"I'm sorry," Cerorai said, interrupting his thoughts. "I was speaking out of place. It's just, after being cooped up for so long, I've become a little forward. Forgive-" Vegeta silenced her apology, crushing his lips against hers. He hadn't really thought the motion through, it just sort of happened. He broke away, his lips still stinging with a numbing shock, and gently released her hand.

"I'm glad you're still alive, Cerorai," he said, turning to leave. "I promise that all of you will get out of here. Saiyans aren't defeated so easily."