"When Kakarot was beating up this Bardock guy, he kept rambling something about some Gine or whatever. Anyone here knows who or what that is?" Chayote turned to the annoying tail of a colorful mix of aliens following her around. The bunch kept stepping out in between the female Saiyan and anyone from outside the circle that tried to check the situation out led by mere curiosity. It would have taken half of this care for Chayote to feel like she's being choked and boxed in.

"Huh? Gine? Never heard of such a thing..." an alien with a lumbering set of headgear that made his entire belfry look like a television set pondered.

"Gine..." a balding Saiyan bruiser scratched his head, threatening the integrity of the few lively strands of hair that he had kept until now. "I think that's a Saiyan name. I'm pretty sure one of the girls working in the meat processing plant might have a name like that."

"Really? The meat processing plant?" Chayote rested her head on her hand while she sat down and crossed her legs. "There's such a thing on Planet Vegeta? I'd like to see it. We had to scrounge and plunder our food. To think that there are people working on nothing more than preparing meat makes me really excited!"

"W-Well... Yeah... I spend more than a few hours every day in the meat processing plant, scavenging leftovers for some extra grub. That's how I know that!" the chunky Saiyan warrior laughed out, scratching his head as if he was ashamed of his hobby, though looking gleeful about the fact that Chayote faked an impressed expression after hearing of it.

"Chayote-san..." Gohan pulled on the sock covering Chayote's calf up to the knee, displacing it and leaving it in a soggy hanging position which prompted a quick fix. "Did you notice it? I can't see dad anywhere... I'm worried he might have run off..."

The kid had a fair reason to feel worried–if his oaf father truly risked the integrity of the mission running off and anyone from Planet Vegeta noticed–they'd end up in heaps of trouble as the locals would treat them as invaders and criminals. Likely they'd get beaten and imprisoned alongside Bardock, that's if the collected might of the Frieza Army on Planet Vegeta could handle them, of course.

"I don't think that you father ran off, kid, I think they've separated us on purpose," Chayote replied without bothering to speak telepathically as this wasn't something she wanted to hide. There was some sick sense of excitement coursing through her heart and other muscles and irking them when the Saiyan woman mentioned the plan of the army to separate the off-worlders right in front of them. They thought they were being clever by subtly nudging their subjects in different directions, though Chayote figured that everyone from Earth was onboard with the plan as all of them could sense each other's Ki, anyway.

"Huh? You knew this the whole time?" Gohan opened his mouth and leaned back in fright. "Why didn't you say anything? What if we get lost!?"

"Because, I don't mind hanging around the barracks when I know where most of the soldiers stash their hidden food..." Chayote waved her hand as she approached a parked space pod and thrust her fist through a fuel compartment before pulling the entire compartment open and exposing a man-sized chunk of meat inside the empty compartment that would only get filled with fuel prior to deployment.

"H-Hey!" a devil-like, blue-skinned alien with horns and mutton chops stepped out, shaking his fist in front of Chayote as if his imposing size meant anything to the nonchalant Saiyan.

"It's okay, it's not stealing if the Saiyan storing this food here stole it from the plant themselves, right?" Chayote shrugged with an innocent smirk. "You should thank me, really. After all, I'm exposing flaws in your security. If you filled this compartment with fuel, this chunk of hidden meat could have rendered the whole space pod useless."

"How would you even know where one would store stolen meat!?" an oval-headed alien.

"Hey, we did what we had to do to survive..." Chayote shrugged, realizing that she might have revealed a tad too much knowledge for the alibi they've put together for one another.

"You even plundered Saiyans!?" one of few Saiyan warriors following Chayote and Gohan around looked outraged.

"If a Saiyan is weak enough to be plundered–they deserve plundering. Isn't that how things work around here?" Chayote shrugged.

"Not for a while now..." the outraged Saiyan looked down and turned away. More than a few of the present Saiyan warriors seemed to turn away from both Chayote and the party of alien soldiers accompanying them. Sitting down by themselves near where Chayote and Gohan sat down as they stared away with longing eyes.

"I suppose we can't quite blame you lot. Ditched as kids, of course, Saiyans would give in to their savage mentality. However, if you really want to work for Lord Frieza, you must accept the order and rules of his esteemed army. I suppose if even a bumbling wild card such as King Vegeta accepted those rules with time, even wild things such as you lot could learn some ways of proper, orderly military service!" the television-headed alien laughed out to himself with snarky remarks.

"You hungry kid?" Chayote sighed, putting the massive, processed chunk of meat before little Gohan on the table. The presence of Kakarot's brat in her company seemed to rob her of any appetite that she'd usually have. Even finding hidden stashes of extra meat and going to town on it which used to be her favorite during her childhood didn't feel the same anymore.

Without replying vocally, Gohan nodded with a stern face and began tearing chunks of meat by the handful and politely eating them. Seeing something brimming in the kid's face, something that Chayote couldn't quite pinpoint if it was constipation or fear of the Saiyan herself, only served to further escalate the aggression that Chayote did her best to keep contained.

"Only my luck that they parted us and I ended up with Kakarot's brat..." she sighed.

"You were the only woman from the group, we figured you were in charge of taking care of him..." the chunky Saiyan scratched his head, adopting the same faux-constipation expression that was present on Gohan's face.

It was clear why the Planet Vegeta's greeting party paraded them around the barracks and their training facilities. It was a show of force. A mean to drive intimidation in their hearts and to make them think twice of realizing any nasty plots, if there were any. Regardless, with the amount of irksome people and things around her–Chayote could have used a proper rampage through all of this supposed power that Planet Vegeta showed them. Especially after getting a few bites of some processed meat.

"D-Do we have any more?" a reptilian-looking alien squawked when observing in fearful respect how Goku obliterated the food supplies offered to him.

"Yes. He's just another Saiyan, of all planets, this one's the best equipped to deal with his kind of appetite!" a slimmer-built Saiyan nodded and rushed to one of the nearby refrigerator blocks keeping processed meat ready to be packed for missions and rushing back to Goku with it, placing it in front of the Saiyan. Within moments of the scrawny Saiyan letting go of the massive thigh, Goku dragged it in and dug into it.

"This is amazing!" the Saiyan raised on Earth shrieked out. "The meat's got not a single bone and is just chunky and juicy enough! It's a bit bland though, too bad Chi-Chi didn't come. She could've showed you guys how to season it right..."

"W-We're glad you're enjoying it, Kakarot-san..." the reptilian alien bowed a few times before turning to the others with a paled out expression as even his green, scaly face took a more minty shade when he realized that the Saiyan plunderer described as utterly monstrous and supposedly feared by his own crew who subdued even the frightsome Bardock himself found their meat to be rather bland.

"We're not sure what this seasoning is and who this Chi-Chi is, but... That is the point of processing meat. In our meat processing plants limbs of wild, dead animals become the delectable, excellent source of nutritious intake that you hold in your hands. In the processing plant we tenderize meat just right, strip it of bone or marrow or rubbery fat, and then wrap it around a single, large bone. After all, that is the premier way of holding and enjoying meat–right off the bone..." the scrawny Saiyan bowed a few times while looking like he was fearing for his own life as he pointed out to Goku just how meat was being processed for consumption on Planet Vegeta.

A hefty thud forced the hearts of every soldier surrounding Goku to sink to their heels as they backed up a decent couple of meters, leaving an obvious circle of exclusion around the fearsome Saiyan ringleader as he stood from his seat and looked up with a grim expression on his face. The Saiyan then pressed his hand on his shoulder and flexed his muscles and his neck.

"Wh-What's wrong, Kakarot-san!?" a couple of aliens yelled out, wondering if there was any way they could have defused this atrocious madman from running rampant across the key planet of Lord Frieza's empire.

"Hey, could you guys step out of the way? I'm sensing some crazy powerful guy coming this way. I have a nasty feeling that he'll want some trouble. That's just fine, I've just ate so I could go for a few rounds!" Goku smirked, looking at the terrified aliens that all moved out of his way as he approached them, letting Goku leave the complex of buildings serving as the barracks and look up outside.

"H-Huh..." the scrawny-looking Saiyan turned on his scouter, pointing it in the same direction where Goku was looking as he couldn't really make anything out of this whole Ki talk that the Saiyan raised on Earth was going on about. "A power level of 15000... 30000... 45000... It keeps going up!" the scrawny warrior kept on complaining about the inability of his device to encompass the entire approaching power level before it blew off his face.

"You're equipped with an old model of the scouter. Mine can even handle the power levels of the Ginyu Special Squadron, let me look..." a purple, oval-shaped alien with yellow, triangular spots littering his head looked up. "A power level of 103 500!?" he shrieked out absolute horror.

"It looks like a real hassle measuring strength your way..." Goku noted, smirking with the right side of his face after seeing the scouter blasting off of the face of the Saiyan warrior who's been serving him meat and fulfilling most of his requests that day. The martial artist took off the scouter on his own face, one that he never got to use, and tossed it aside as he focused on the source of the oncoming, incredible power.

"W-Wait... What are you about to do? You mean you're going to fight that guy!?" the alien with the oval-shaped head exclaimed in shock.

"Yeah, his Ki feels off the charts, but I'm pretty sure that if I play my cards right–I can get him." Goku nodded, looking positively charged to have a blast.

"What a monster... That Ki has to be larger than that of the Ginyu Special Squadron elite and he looks happy to fight someone like that!" one alien pulled out of formation to hide behind the rest as a sonic boom of pulsing Ki wave filled the skies and the image of a short man with tall, spiky, black hair and a nasty stare fixed entirely on Goku at that point made an ever-lasting impression.

"Oh... It's just prince Vegeta..." the scrawny Saiyan sighed. "I wasn't aware that prince Vegeta had a power level that's this incredible."

"So, you really are a spitting image of your waste of space of a father, Kakarot!" Vegeta declared, clenching his gloved fist out as he scowled at the Saiyan warrior before him. Goku answered the scornful look of the Saiyan royalty with an excited, a tad malicious smirk.

"So, you're Vegeta... I asked Piccolo to spare your life so we could fight one day. Did you come here for that?" Goku looked barely able to restrain himself. It didn't seem like any bigger picture at all fit into that lug of a head of his. All he saw was a mighty challenger before him and a test that as both a martial artist and a Saiyan he was all too eager to engage in.

"Hm? Fight you? Don't make me laugh, you cocky bastard." Vegeta smirked before pointing at himself. "I am a one of a kind Saiyan prince, the likes even Frieza himself fears. I'm not here to fight you, I'm here to blast you to ribbons just so your stupid father can proper pissed and give me a better challenge next time we fight."

"To be fair, Vegeta," Goku muttered while entering a fighting stance and frightening the surrounding aliens. "I don't know my father all too well yet, but it's not very nice to talk about anyone that way."

"You're a low-class spawn of a low-class trash. It's fortunate that as a Saiyan elite I don't at all have to be concerned about what lowlife trash like you thinks," Vegeta said as he took his own fighting stance up in the skies, preparing to take a downward dash at the spitting image of a man he hated so much that just a whiff of his Ki woke Vegeta up from his regeneration a bit premature.

"V-Vegeta!" a brown, bulldog-faced alien with a bald head rose alongside a few behind him. "This Saiyan and his crew came to Planet Vegeta to join Lord Frieza's ranks. If you kill them–you'll hurt the strength of Lord Frieza's army!"

A snap noise followed Vegeta's speedy vanishing and reappearance before the face of the poor alien with his hand extended right in front of the alien's face. A shapeless, intense Ki blast enveloped the alien and decimated him alongside with the rest of his company. Such a brutal showcase of brutality even threw Goku off as the Saiyan's eyes widened and lost their focus while Goku shook, jolted by such ruthlessness.

"That's what I think of Frieza and his army..." Vegeta turned to the rest of the army with a look that incited terror. Despite their orders to maintain a close watch of the leader of the supposed Kakarot crew, the rest of the aliens either trembled in their boots, too paralyzed to run or took off in random directions. "You can tell that to his face. Though you'd better know that the space midget can't take bad news too well so he might just kill you on the spot."

"Vegeta! Why did you do that? Those guys weren't dangerous to you!" Goku yelled out, looking appalled by the behavior of the Saiyan prince.

"Oh? What's wrong, Kakarot? Oh, that's right, you said you asked that Namekian runt to spare my life? Have you now realized the grievous mistake you've made and begun to regret it? Either way, you shouldn't worry about those small-fry. I'd worry about putting up every smallest ounce of strength you can muster, squeezing every bit of energy you can and proving yourself useful to me. Then, maybe, I'll let you assist me in disposing of Frieza and buy yourself a few more days left to live." Vegeta pointed a cruel and vain stare down to Goku who was viewing this less as a nice way to stretch his legs after some good food and more as a fight for his life, if the Saiyan's expression and body language were to be believed.

"As if I'd ever fight alongside you!" Goku hissed out like a cornered wild animal. "I don't care about this Frieza, or whoever, we're here to bring my mother back to Earth!"

"Your mother?" a triumphant sneer colored Vegeta's face. "You didn't rush after her, did you? I was thinking you lot didn't care quite as much as I thought you did..."

"What's that!? Do you know anything about her!?" Goku demanded an answer.

"I'm an elite Saiyan prince. You don't get to make demands here, trash. If I feel like your pathetic dance warrants my answer, I might drop you a bit of a hint. But for that to happen, I must see you kneel and bark like the dog you are," Vegeta replied and vanished from thin air. Goku polished his own fighting stance, correcting a few mistakes before his eyes raced to his left, tracking a tremendous Ki signature in that direction. In a snap, the Earth-raised Saiyan warrior vanished right after.

A resonance of shock waves filled the area, bending and grinding in craters through their sheer pressure in the impressive, futuristic buildings that surrounded the area where the Saiyan prince of the son of his most hated rival met. Fists, knees and feet met like blades, though they offered brutality that their more edgy and refined, artificial contemporaries could not offer. The two Saiyans clashed in the center, sending the largest shock wave yet that had an electric build up all throughout.

Goku tried pushing his entire body's weight on to Vegeta, using his superior height and bulk, though the Saiyan prince had his hands wrapped around Goku's wrists and, judging from his cocky smirk, looked confident that he could resist Goku's push. After feeling like he's had enough of this feeble contest of strength, the Saiyan prince shoved Goku's hands to the side and threw his head forward. Goku met Vegeta's challenge as he had thought that he had a pretty hard noggin, but he ended up grunting in pain and reeling back.

In his torment he didn't quite realize that Vegeta still had the hold of his wrists and thus the Saiyan prince maintained Goku's position before charging up and forward with his knee striking forth. After dazing and stunning his opponent, the Saiyan prince delivered a crushing uppercut and raced in pursuit of his airborne opponent, pummeling him left and right before stomping Goku to crash back down through a barracks building.

As soldiers and service staff all fled to either examine the source of this violent calamity or to engage it, Vegeta found his entertainment while he waited for his opponent to recover and return to battle by promptly blasting in each direction where he could see a Frieza Army soldier that wasn't waggling a tail, reducing them to ashes before his eyes.

"Stop it, Vegeta!" Goku's sharp yell filled the sky as the Saiyan charged back to meet his opponent head-on, despite coming a bit short earlier.

"Then how about you entertain me enough so I don't have to look for my fun elsewhere, Kakarot?" Vegeta answered while rushing after his oncoming opponent to clash once more. While he drew the first blood, Kakarot's initial struggle was surprisingly competent and the amount of power that Vegeta could sense in a mere offspring of a low-class warrior, seemingly far surpassing that of his own while he first invaded the Earth alongside Nappa, irked the proud royalty to no end.