"Heh…" Nappa snooted over a collection of flat, stony islands with patches of moss littering them before swiping his hand. A cascade of rising pillars of unfurling Ki decimated the landscape, sinking the islands down under. The brute's scouter registered the disappearance of a power level in his sight and began showing a single-digit amounting to zero. "That's what you get, honestly…" he mumbled to himself, looking mighty proud of his act of destruction.

"Hmph. Which one was that?" Vegeta wondered with a hint of irritation in his tone.

"Who knows?" Nappa shrugged. "He was big and looked pretty tough but I guess in the end he was too broken to put up any resistance…"

"Those Saibamen better have found and eliminated the rest of Bardock's squad of cripples, this is getting boring. I don't want to resort to blowing up this planet before I make sure to execute Bardock by my own hand for betraying my father…" Vegeta seemed conflicted between his need for instant gratification in seeing Earth scattered across its system in the shape of glittery space dust and the more rewarding feeling of breaking the traitorous rebel in half and seeing to it that Bardock gets what the prince thought he deserved.

"Hmm… I'm kind of wondering what could've done it to these guys. They're all a bunch of trash but their power levels should have instantly stood out amongst the Earthlings," Nappa slapped the top of his bald head a couple of times, sharpening his focus in his vain attempt to think this situation through.

"Vegeta!" a loud roar pierced the darkening evening skies before a thud resonated from a nearby rocky isle in this eastern archipelago once Bardock's feet touched the ground.

"If it isn't the traitorous scum. You're lucky Frieza didn't come to get you himself," Vegeta sneered at the low-class warrior before focusing his glare on another figure landing nearby the battered Bardock. "Who are you? I don't remember ever seeing you amongst Bardock's goons,"

"I'm Chayote, prince Vegeta, a Saiyan living on Earth," Chayote bowed her head in a show of politeness and respect to the Saiyan royalty.

"Oh? That's a surprise, I didn't expect to see another Saiyan on Earth. I thought this sector to be a blank space on our maps… We're still years away from properly colonizing it. I didn't think Saiyans even served as scouts," Vegeta turned on his scouter to measure Chayote's power level. The tiny do-hickey continued to beep and boop before the plastic screen cracked and the scouter fell off of the prince's face spitting sparks.

"Wh-What's that!?" Nappa yelled out in shock. "Vegeta did your scouter malfunction!?"

"No, I don't think it did. I think that this older model is incapable of calculating this level of battle power," Vegeta looked at the shattered and still crackling bits and pieces of his gadget on the ground. The two Saiyans lowered themselves and landed on the same island where Bardock and Chayote had positioned themselves on.

"B-But…" Nappa shook his head in disbelief. "That shouldn't be possible! There can't be anyone this strong that we're not aware of, definitely not in this rundown sector!"

"Indeed, this appears to be a surprise," Vegeta replied with a cold face. He wasn't sure what to make out of this revelation. One thing that was apparent though, he felt satisfied with his decision to not prematurely blow this planet up. "Speak now, wench, how did you end up on this desolate planet and how come you are this strong?"

"There's no time for that, Vegeta!" Bardock swiped his hand aside, dismissing the prince's request. "I'm here to make you pay for betraying everything that our race stands for! And after I'm done spanking your impubescent ass, you better believe I'm gunning for your cowardly father!"

Vegeta's hand rose without warning. A bright flash shot out from his hand in the shape of a shapeless Ki blast that hit Bardock square in the chest and took him flying back a great deal. Once it began seeming like the blast would run out of strength, it curved upward and detonated up in the air, resulting in Bardock falling from the sky smoking with his armor shattering off of his right shoulder as the warrior had temporarily lost his consciousness.

"Heh, nice work shutting that fool up, Vegeta!" Nappa cheered on the Saiyan prince.

"Not quite," Vegeta bit his lower lip in fury. "I intended to kill him, though I'm glad I didn't now. His constant barking got on my nerves. After all the effort to lure him out, it would have been such a shame to blow him up so soon."

"Prince Vegeta, if I may, I'd like to ask you to leave this planet," Chayote spoke up. She saw what happened when people spoke out of line in the presence of the capricious Saiyan elite and it aligned with what she had heard of the prince growing up but it didn't feel like she spoke out of line given how Vegeta asked him to talk earlier.

"Oh? And why's that?" Vegeta asked back with a mocking tone. He was fully prepared to burst into laughter though he decided to milk this joke further just to see if an even more comedic nugget didn't come out as a result of it.

"Because I've come to call this planet my home. It's where I'm training to become stronger and it's where all of my training partners are located. I'd prefer to keep this planet around," Chayote shrugged. "I recognize that you have issues with Bardock, frankly, I'm not too fond of him myself. He invaded this planet looking to plunder it, he killed a fellow Saiyan who pushed me to grow stronger and stronger by doing the same. I don't care if you break his bones and take him with you, as long as the two of you are off my planet."

Loud and bratty cackling halted Chayote's attempts to reason with the Saiyan prince. Soon enough, Nappa's own crowing joined in on the fray before the muscle-bound giant cracked his knuckles and took a pair of bold steps forward as if attempting to impose on Chayote though the female Saiyan continued to stare up at the approaching giant, utterly unimposed.

"Heh, a squeaky little shrimp-like that has no right to ask anything of the Saiyan elite in such a tone. You're just low-class trash meant to clean up other low-class trash so that your betters can enjoy their fighting without having to deal with that chaff, got it!?" Nappa extended his fist out and bumped it onto Chayote's head, nudging it a few times in a misguided attempt to make it hurt. "We'll leave if we feel like it, we'll kill and destroy whatever we want for as long as we want, and then, maybe we'll blow the planet up and maybe we won't, depending on how much in for a light show we are at that time. It won't matter to us if you're there or not."

"Nappa!" Vegeta's voice pierced Nappa's scalp like a blade, forcing the giant bully to stagger back and turn back at his superior as if he was showered in boiling water. "I wouldn't quite aggravate this woman in your shoes. That being said, what Nappa said wasn't wrong. Chayote, was it?"

"Yes, my prince," Chayote nodded her head. It appeared that her desperate struggle to refrain from breaking Nappa's arm before shoving it through his own chest had yielded some results. She was by far the closest to a furious breakdown she's been lately and she wasn't sure just how much further she could push this.

"You're incredibly powerful for a low-class Saiyan. So powerful, in fact, that we'd let you join our group. Think about it, it's the dream of every Saiyan to work on a unit managed by Frieza himself. Working alongside Vegeta, the prince of Saiyans, is the highest that a low-class warrior can aspire to, it's an honor beyond your upbringing so you should feel honored just by me bringing it up…" Vegeta posed higher and mightier than his short stature would have suggested him being. Though the man's size didn't confuse Chayote for a second. The Saiyan prince was lousy at restraining his own wild power so Chayote had a full sniff of it before the first punch was even thrown.

"Oh!? Really, Vegeta!? This woman's strength is that impressive!?" Nappa dropped his lower jaw before turning back to Chayote and clapping at her. "Amazing, what do you think? The only low-class filth to ever be graced by Prince Vegeta this way was that Bardock's punk-ass brat Raditz though it wasn't Vegeta's call. It is very rare for Vegeta to acknowledge the strength of another Saiyan, the prince is right, you should feel honored."

"Raditz?" Bardock's voice echoed through the island, despite being muttered at a restrained tone, the innermost, absolute surge of murderous will boiling within it made it resonate and seep through every crack in the rocky island where the Saiyans met. "Don't you dare speak about Raditz, you punk!"

Crystal-clear Ki burst forth from the fractures, shaking the foundation of the entire island and causing the ocean washing away at the coastline of the main continent from the east to bash, whirl, and break with all of its natural fury. Bardock's roar seeped into his outburst of Ki, obtaining an almost supernatural pitch to it as the booming of his Ki became one with his yell. The injured Saiyan burst forth from beneath the island, splitting it into thirty-two separate rocks that began sinking from the wash of the raging ocean.

Chayote wanted to alert Bardock to settle it with Vegeta by himself. She didn't care which one would come out on top, all that she cared that both of them scrammed from Earth and that she could finally start her peaceful life here on Earth. She'd sought for a way to restrain her worse impulses though planet Babari had taught her that there was nothing wrong with them and that she's better off accepting that part of her and dealing with it. She was free to find her paradise here as soon as the Saiyans are gone.

Though Bardock was in no shape to listen to it. He dashed at Vegeta with his power level booming to no ends, infuriated by the bringing up of the demise of his own son. Just barely Vegeta managed to weather the fury of the elements and then block Bardock's strike though the berserker exploded with a flurry of brutal and unorthodox strikes that threw even the Saiyan prince off-guard and, with a vicious knee strike, sent Vegeta flying off over the splintered archipelago of mossy rocks where Bardock pursued him with a crazed roar.

"Heh, hold on, Vegeta," Nappa prepared to take off and join his leader in battle. Chayote's image flickered in front of his face as she blocked his dash with her sudden movement in front of him. "Wh-What's the meaning of this? Don't tell me you're going to side with that rebel dirtbag?"

"I'm not siding with anybody. If prince Vegeta ends up blowing that loose canon up, that's fine by me. Though I'm going to leave it up to their fists to decide. One thing I'm not going to do is guarantee the victory of prince Vegeta by letting you join in on his battle." Chayote explained her actions.

"You damn wench!" Nappa grit his teeth and clenched his fists, tensing up all of his muscles at once as he bubbled in ire in front of her. "You let Vegeta's praise of your childish accomplishments get way over your head!"

Nappa flung a downward hammer strike only to be met by Chayote's cross-armed block before the Saiyan locked her hands up over the giant's wrist and, with a swift drag down, flattened his face onto the stone floor. Knowing full-well that a brute such as Nappa wouldn't take his literal takedown by staying down, she swung him around her axis and flung him further to put some distance between them.

"Where'd you learn that trick?" Nappa dragged his knuckle across his face to wipe the moss and dirt off of it as his skin began swelling up red in the embarrassment and boiling intensity that he felt about being humiliated that way.

"If you managed to stay put and listen over gloating about how amazing and elite you are, maybe you'd learn about what this planet calls "martial arts". It is an art of combat, a teaching to make you fight efficiently, rather than flinging your own strength at the enemy and hoping for the best," Chayote replied.

"You sound stuck-up, that's okay, it's nothing a one-way trip to the Other World can't fix!" Nappa took a fighting stance. "Don't think for a second that prince Vegeta's gonna swoop in and save you either. He's got no use for trash that are weaker than me!"

"It's you who should be worried. I still have reservations about raising my hand against the prince. You, on the other hand, I couldn't give fewer shits about," Chayote entered her own fighting stance.

Nappa took off in a reckless charge, just when Chayote thought he'd just try to bash her aside with a shoulder-charge, the Saiyan brute shot his hand out down and used it to repurpose his momentum into a sweeping swing of his entire lower body, prompting the wary Saiyan to vault over his swing. Nappa jumped up, attempting to curb her evasive attempts with a rough stomp though Chayote's tail wrapped around the Saiyan's foot and swung her around the obstacle, resulting in her landing on all fours behind him.

A flare of Nappa's Ki alerted Chayote to his assault, without wasting the time to look at her opponent, the female Saiyan vaulted aside, avoiding a punch enhanced by gleaming, bright Ki that crushed the entire island and sunk it into a wild pillar of erupting Ki. Like a skater, Chayote skid across the water's surface, tracking Nappa's Ki signature inside the smoke. A chunky, bright Ki blast homed in on Chayote from within the smoking devastation, forcing her to vault back and kick it up into the sky without much effort. She could feel Nappa's supersonic blitz. His Ki had increased since the last time he went at her, it was erupting and crackling around him in the shape of electricity.

The rough-housing Saiyan dived through a mere afterimage, bashing into it as if he had attempted to break Chayote's spine with his tackle. Fixing his eyes on the evasive Saiyan, Nappa charged right at her with an uppercut that Chayote leaned away from. It wasn't tough identifying a smug grin on the bald Saiyan's face as his elbow shot down in recovery from his uppercut. Chayote felt pressed to a corner and blocked the strike. Nappa's palm hit her square in the chest and shoved her away with some decent pushback put into it.

"You'd better move it!" Nappa taunted the female Saiyan as he raised his right hand with his index and middle fingers up and swiped his right arm to the side, unleashing a massive exploding wave in his way and covering the entire area in front of him in a blinding gleam of pink. "Serves you right for underestimating me!"

"I think I have a fair understanding of your strength at this point," Chayote spoke from above the blast zone, having avoided Nappa's exploding wave technique by quickly ascending upward. "To fight you at my full strength would be a waste of my stamina."

"What's that!?" Nappa clenched his fist while gritting his teeth and trying to intimidate the opposing Saiyan by just flexing his muscles again.

"In the study of these martial arts, I and Kakarot, alongside the Earthlings, have uncovered some interesting techniques. They're methods of Ki control. One of them allows you to drive your body to its limits, draining it of fluids to a dangerous degree, it is called the Hot-Red Mode…" Chayote explained.

"Trying to talk me into submission? Useless!" Nappa mocked her in return.

"However, there is another method of Ki control. One focusing on calmness and confidence. Unlike the Hot-Red Mode, the Cool-White Mode requires the confidence of victory stemming from the wisdom and a feeling of the serene mind. It actually ends up reducing the Ki output, making you seem weaker as a result, however, it has a handy effect of perfectly preserving all of your stamina, allowing you to fight without tiring yourself out," Chayote finished her explanation.

"You're saying that you intend on handicapping yourself against me to preserve strength?" Nappa grinned, revealing that he was more than just blind wrath and flying fists and actually had the ability to listen. Though Chayote wasn't sure why she doubted that fact, knowing how well Nappa had obeyed the commands of his prince up until now.

"I'd wish that was the case…" Chayote smirked.

"You got that right, afraid that if you lower your guard for even one second, I'll break you and obliterate your crippled remains? You've got that right!" Nappa posed by patting his rock-hard biceps, looking mighty proud of his bulk and hardiness.

"That's not what I meant, blockhead," a vein twitched in Chayote's forehead, ruining any chances for her to entering the serene state of mind necessary for Cool-White. "This martial arts thing is kinda tough. It even takes Earthlings their entire lifetime to learn it right, mastering it is a whole another thing entirely. I have to admit that I still don't have the right frame of mind to go Cool-White just yet. So I was thinking that you could be my training partner and I can polish my skills as I beat you down."

"W-Why you…!" Nappa tensed up his entire body, spreading his bulging thighs to the side as his armor bloated out from the pressure of his bulking muscles inside. His Ki boomed out unrestrained as lightning crackled about in vicinity and electrical surges ran up and down the body of the Saiyan brute. "I'm gonna take my time making you suffer and beg me to forget you ever said those words!"

The storm of power jolting out from Nappa convinced Chayote that this lug would keep her entertained until she could sort things out on what to do with prince Vegeta once Bardock wraps up his business with him. Her mind just wasn't in the fight, it was teeming with tiny questions and doubts: would she allow Bardock to kill Vegeta if he managed to win, would she actually oppose her prince and strike him if need be, if she did settle on joining him, would she really leave Earth just to serve Frieza after spending so much time thinking that door being slammed shut in front of her face?