Hopefully you've enjoyed the first two little stories. This one features Vegeta and Nappa while under Frieza's command. :) I based this off of Team Four Star's Vegeta and Nappa. (By the way, if you don't know of Team Four Star, they're making a hilarious DBZ Abridged series. Has me laughing my butt off every episode!)

Bodies littered the grounds of planet Dacknel, now known as Frieza Planet 394. The tropical paradise had lost its status as its own planet the moment Vegeta and Nappa touched down in their ships. The two Saiyans knew it, and the Dacknians did as well. The indigenous had always been loyal to Frieza in return for their freedom. They specialized in business and finances, but since their huge economical error a week earlier costing Frieza two planets, there contract was up.

As punishment for their blunder, the tyrant sent in a ten-year-old and his partner in crime to clean up their mess once and for all. It only took about ten hours to kill each and every one of the 40,000 inhabitants. Soon, the only movement on their bloodied world was that of a passing breeze.

Vegeta and Nappa sat on a boulder, admiring their day's work. All the people were dead, but the planet itself remained unharmed. Exactly how Frieza liked it. Breaking the silence of the afternoon, Nappa stated, "That was a job well done, Vegeta."

"Yes, and we still have a few hours until Frieza is expecting us back."

"Anything you wanna do?" the big oaf asked. When Vegeta offered no response, a dusty light bulb went off inside the brawny man's head. "Hey, I've got an idea, Vegeta!"

In a slightly sarcastic tone, Vegeta replied, "Really? What is it?" In all honesty, he was so bored that anything would be an improvement upon just sitting around.

"Let's play a game!"

Well, maybe not anything. "Oh for—"

"Let's play I-Spy, Vegeta!" the brute excitedly offered.

The stubborn prince crossed his arms. "No."

"Awww… Vegeta, why are you always such a downer?" Nappa whined.

Vegeta sent him one of his trademark scowls. "In case you hadn't noticed, I am the prince of a dead race working under the thing who killed my father!"

"Hey, it was my race too, Vegeta!" Nappa reminded him. Suddenly his eyes went wide with realization and he looked his comrade square in the face. "We have a lot in common, Vegeta!"

Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Oh, shut up, will you?"

"Only if you play I-Spy!"

"How would that shut you—?"

"PLEEEAAASSE!"

Vegeta's voice rose as he yelled, "FINE!" His harshly spoken word reverberated through what felt like the whole planet.

"Yay!" Nappa cheered, "Vegeta, you start!"

"Okay," he grumbled reluctantly. "I spy…something orange."

"Uhh… That guy's space suit?" He pointed to a body lying facedown a few metres away.

"Wrong."

Nappa's face contorted, and he looked as though this was the first time in a while he'd really used his brain.

"Uhm…"

"It's Frieza Planet 372." The young prince pointed to a small, bright orange rock located just above the horizon.

"I knew that," Nappa quickly countered. "I spy something red."

Vegeta arched an eyebrow. There was no shortage of red on this mud ball. Their ground was a reddish brown, their buildings were red, even some of their plants were red. Really, the only thing there that wasn't red was the skin color of the indigenous, which was a pale purple. Vegeta attempted, "That boulder?"

"Nope."

"The plants over there?"

"Nope."

Vegeta was getting annoyed. "Just tell me."

Nappa pointed to a Dacknian whose body was brutally burnt. "Blood, silly!"

Quickly disregarding the sight of their victim, Vegeta carried on. "Okay… I spy something blue."

Judging by the last round, Nappa guessed at another planet. "Uhm, Frieza Planet 268, Vegeta?"

The ten-year-old Saiyan gave him a look that would make most want to crawl in a hole and die, but Nappa was simply too stupid to register it as an insult. "For real, Nappa? You think I'd choose two planets in a row like that?"

"Was I right?"

"No!"

"Oh! Oh, I got it, Vegeta!" Nappa exclaimed, turning around. "It's that puddle, isn't it? I'm right, right?"

"Nappa, how could that be correct if I never saw it? It's behind us, you idiot! I was facing forward when I spied something blue!"

"Oh, right. Good point, Vegeta. See, this is why we make a great team; we both can correct each other. Isn't that—"

Vegeta interrupted. "Do you have an answer or not, Nappa?"

"No."

"Well, the answer was my body suit. Your turn."

"I spy…something red."

Vegeta analyzed his surroundings once more. "The ground?"

"Nope!"

He looked up. "Is it that planet up there?"

"Wrong again."

"What the hell is it, Nappa?"

Nappa looked horrified. "Your father told me to make sure you never swore, Vegeta! Don't talk like that!" He turned away and muttered, "How vulgar…"

"So what? He's dead, you buffoon. Now what was it?"

His finger showed the way to yet another body. That one was missing an arm. "Blood."

"Really, Nappa? You picked the same thing twice."

"It was a different guy!"

"If you pick something red again, I'll beat you. You know I can do that," he spat, and it was true. For his young age he was incredibly powerful. Looking up into the sky, he continued, "In any case, I spy something…yellow!"

"I got this one… It's the tip of your boot!"

"You're hopeless, Nappa."

"That guy's helmet!"

"Wrong."

The two remained silent. Nappa appeared to be thinking very hard, almost too hard for a simple game ofI-Spy. "Do you have an answer, Nappa?" Vegeta asked.

"Yeah."

"What is it?"

Nappa grinned stupidly. "I'm still thinking about it."

"Screw you, Nappa. It was the sun. Your turn."

"Yay! Okay, so, no red this time?"

The young Saiyan nodded.

"All right! I spy something…brown."

"Your armor?" Vegeta guessed.

"Nope."

"The dirt on your boots?"

"Nope!"

Vegeta was determined to see this through. He guessed at planets, stars, pigments in the sky, and things on the planet like plants, rocks, or structures created by the indigenous population, but none were the answer.

"Do you give up?"

Vegeta offered no response at first. He was stumped. "I can't think of anything else."

"Want the answer?"

"Fine," Vegeta mumbled, disappointed in himself.

"The answer," he began, pausing for dramatic effect, "was dried blood."

Something snapped in Vegeta's head. His facial expression was no longer of annoyance, but one of rage. "GOD DAMMIT NAPPA!"

So there you have it. I don't consider I-Spy a party game like the rest, but this just felt right. Was it right for you? Was this better/worse/on par with the other two? Tell me what you think, and feel free to write in some suggestions, whether it be for games they play or the characters involved. Thanks for the support so far!