Hi all, this is my first DBZ fic and I've had this going on in my head after drawing a Saiyan OC on Procreate. So yes, the cover photo is mine. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the first chapter and please be gentle with me! I try!

September, x757

Prince Vegeta scowled at the pink, wrinkly being in his arms as it squirmed around in his hold, making its presence known by crying out the top of its lungs.

The thing was hurting his ears by the volume of its crying and he resisted the urge to chuck the thing out the window of the ship.

"You know, the more you frown at the poor cub, the more wrinkles you'll get."

He turned his glare at the female beside him, a smirk on her face despite her yelling threats into his ear not that long ago, some along the lines of 'I hate you', 'You did this to me', and his favorite, 'If Frieza doesn't kill you first, then I will.'

"It's been 10 minutes since you've pushed this thing out and it still doesn't quiet down!"

The female rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue. "Maybe try a method to soothe her. Rock her to sleep, whisper comforting words… Sing a lullaby." She chuckled at the thought of the ruthless Saiyan singing a horrible, raspy version of a lullaby.

"Oh shut it, woman!" He growled at her. He then looked down at the baby girl, who's still crying but not as loud as before.

He ran his fingers along the ebony colored tail, stroking the fur gently with his ungloved fingers. The cub's cries are being reduced to whimpers until finally, finally, the noises stop and instead replaced by soft, even breathing that signals her sleep.

"Look at you, o' mighty Prince Veggie calmly put his daughter to his sleep." The woman remarked.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're asking for a death wish, Papri." He snided.

Papri was the only, until now, female Saiyan from their dying race. She was shorter than him, fortunately, and had an hourglass body to die for. Like most Saiyans, her hair was pitch black and thick, spikes all over the place with bangs across her face and it reached down to her knees. Her tail was darker than his, with it being the same shade at their daughter's. She had a scar that ran from her left temple to the right cheek and across the nose, but it didn't make her any less attractive. The most captivating part of her were her eyes. They were a fuschia color, uncommon in their race but not unheard of. It was mostly the women who inherited different colored eyes if by chance.

He met the woman at a bar on a now destroyed Planet, stating she was there to get away from her own enslavement of one of Frieza's family members. She wouldn't say who, and that all he needed to know was that they were a royal bastard from HFIL.

Since their first meeting, the two always found each other on different planets that was later obliterated for the Planet Trade Organization. At first, she reminded him of the here and there memories of his mother, who was soothing and relaxed with always a gentle smile on her face.

Now, she was like a bug on his shoulder who wouldn't go away no matter how many you swat it.

He didn't plan on having rendezvousing with her whenever they met up, but with Vegeta never having the opportunity to mate since their planet was blown when he was a child, her scent of pheromones was driving him nuts and she was in heat.

That tidbit she didn't share with him, and 9 months later, the result of their mating was in his arms.

"Now now, Prince, I'm only joking." The woman chided, before staring at their daughter with soft eyes. "Who knew someone as rough looking as you can produce such a cute creature…"

He rolled his eyes and took the time to study his daughter. Her skin was tan like his, a widow's peak with bangs at the sides of her face. She had the spikes her mother had going on. Her nose was definitely his, along with the eye shape. He hadn't seen her eye color yet but he assumed it was coal like his, judging by most features favoring his side.

"Your sarcasm really isn't needed in my presence, Papri."

She chuckled, taking the baby from his arms and bringing it into hers. "You know, we still haven't chosen a name for her."

Vegeta frowned in thought. Seeing as he thought he'd bring a son into the world, he didn't have time to think of female names. He certainly didn't want to name her Papri Jr. just for the fact it sounds ridiculous and Papri would have his head just for thinking of naming their cub after herself.

Giving some time, he responds, "My mother's name was Nachi."

Papri stared at the ceiling while pursing her lips. After a moment, she stared down at her daughter only to gasp when the little girl opened her eyes.

Hearing her gasp, he turned and stared as well, eyes widening a bit to see the baby had inherited her mother's eye color.

The baby was staring up at them curiously, her tail swishing back and forth lazily from the yellow blanket. She was staring directly at Vegeta.

"Nachi sounds beautiful…" Papri commented, smirking softly at him.

Vegeta hadn't looked away from the staring contest him and his cub were having. "Nachi…" He sounded out. The little girl's eyes brightened at the name, offering her father a gummy smile. She extended her arms toward the Prince, indicating she wanted to be held by him.

Papri handed her to the male. He closed his arms around her and settled back in the cot, holding her closely to his chest.

"I promise you… both of you," his eyes glanced to the side where his mate was currently resting, "That damn tyrant will never hurt either of you."

Though Papri was his mate, he didn't love her just as she didn't love him. Loving someone under their circumstances was not in their cards, with Frieza and her own tyrant to deal with. He didn't want to admit it, but he knew she would die sooner or later once word gets out she gave birth to their daughter. After all, Frieza didn't allow the opposite sex on their ship to prevent this from happening. The thought of his mate not being able to help raise their daughter brought an ache to his heart. He did care for her and her well being. She was his confidant and dare he say, best friend. Not that he'll ever admit that to her.

"You're overthinking." He heard her murmur. He held his daughter in his right arm so his mate can curl up under his left arm and into his bare chest. He felt her press a kiss to his scarred chest then one to his temple. "Everything will be okay, we just have to be optimistic my Prince." She settled back down on his chest, her breathing turning even and soft.

He felt his daughter curl her furry appendage around his arm in her sleep, while he wrapped his own around his mate's.

He knew news would get out soon, especially with Raditz's big mouth once he sets his eyes on the female Saiyan.

Even if he cannot protect his mate, he will protect his own child.

He can imagine her being a strong Saiyan, one such as himself. She will pride herself in strength and ability, and she will never lose a battle without giving it her best.

With that last thought in his mind, with a smirk, he drifted into sleep with his little family.

Because of her Saiyan blood, Nachi was developing skills at an early age. For instance, at only 3 months, she learned how to crawl to her parents and even though she was babbling nonsense most of the time, she seemed to understand what her parents were telling her.

Luckily, Papri hadn't been discovered yet and neither has his daughter. Papri had told Vegeta that she escaped her tyrant's ship just a week before she gave birth to Nachi, and had been on the run since then.

Her tyrant knew of her pregnancy, but assumed the father was someone on the ship, which had her nose in wrinkling in disgust.

Vegeta hadn't spent that much time with his cub, mainly because he was at the beck and call of Frieza. That didn't mean he neglected her either.

Because Vegeta has his own quarters, and no one can barge in there without the passcode aside from Frieza, his mate and daughter spent most of the time in there. Frieza never visited him personally and usually communicated through his scouter, so he didn't have any worries.

Yet.

So far, the only people who knew Nachi and Papri even existed aside from himself were the medical doctors on board who helped with her delivery. And Vegeta threatened on killing themselves if word of her birth was sent to Frieza.

Needless to say, they hadn't said a word.

Months fly by, and Nachi was now a healthy year old babe. She loved spending time with her mother, but Papri knew she was definitely a daddy's girl.

The cub's eyes would brighten every time Vegeta stepped into their quarters after a mission and would always speed crawl or clumsily walk in his direction. She was attached to the man, and her first word was 'dada.'

Vegeta's smirk that day was a picture perfect memory.

As of now, Nachi was mindlessly chewing on her tail as a replacement teething toys she had lying around. She was intently focused on her chewing that she didn't hear the air hissing of the auto-door when it slid open, or the booted footsteps that she'd come to recognize.

It wasn't until she heard him chuckle that she finally pulled her furry appendage out of her mouth and looked up, obsidian eyes clashing with fuschia colored ones.

"Dada!" She shrieked happily, already fast crawling towards him.

Vegeta chuckled again, waiting until she reached his feet for him to scoop her up in his arms. "Nachi." He greeted simply, but that still earned him giggles and sloppy kisses on his face from the little babe.

"She's been teething again, but she won't go near her toys and instead prefers her tail." Papri commented from their cot, her lounging around. "She also wouldn't go to sleep without having you around."

"I'll ask those damn scientists to conjure up a new toy for her to chew on. Perhaps she needs something more sturdy and not those ridiculous water based ones." He responded, absentmindedly stroking his daughter's hair.

Papri chuckled and got up from the cot, coming closer to the pair and looking down at Nachi. She was already snoozing away just from minutes in her father's arms. "Thank goodness she went to sleep, wouldn't stop demanding for you to be here." She rolled her eyes.

Vegeta smirked and brought the woman closer to him with his tail as his arms were occupied, wrapping his tail around her waist while hers was doing the same for him. "Is it my fault she wants to be with her father more than her bore of a mother?"

She rolled her eyes again at his arrogance while he chuckled at her expression, dropping his face close to hers to place a kiss on her lips. She returned in kind, lingering for a moment before they pulled away. "You're annoying, you know that?" She smirked.

He smirked back, pressing his forehead against her own. "Would you want me any other way?" He taunted.

She chuckled at him and smiled softly, loving their little rare moment of affection with their daughter in the middle of it all. She knew this wouldn't last long, this family moment. Papri wanted it to last longer, she wanted to run off to a different planet and settle down with her Prince and their daughter somewhere where their tormentors aren't around. It was wishful thinking, and she just wanted to be around Vegeta for as long as she can before her time is up.

The day will come sooner or later, and Papri didn't know how long it will be until it does.

"Now you're the one overthinking, Papri."

She sighed. "I'm just trying to enjoy this all while I can, before they kill me off…"

Vegeta placed a hand under her chin, tilting it up so she can look into his eyes. "Time cut short or not, stop trying to think of your death. You have me here, as well as Nachi. Let's focus on raising our daughter, alright?"

She stared into those obsidian orbs, full of honesty and sincerity that it almost made her cry. Not that it would, she was a Saiyan, damn it.

"Yes, my Prince."

November, x761

Vegeta growled, stalking through the halls of Frieza's ship.

He had just came back from a mission of obliterating Planet Nika, along with Nappa and Raditz. All he wanted to do was go take a damn shower and go back to his mate and daughter.

Nachi had aged beautifully. Her personality was strong-headed but also calm. She had her moments where she was an exact copy of her father; arrogant, prideful and mocking. She can also be like her mother; rational, soft, and thoughtful. Her hair was still as unruly as ever, even with her father's widow's peak. Her Saiyan armor consisted of a blue jumpsuit like his own, with white gloves and boots with the gold tip at the end. Her armor was an old style without the shoulder guards and only the straps, because according to his 'fashionista' daughter, the shoulder guards looked funny and dumb in her eyes.

She also had a custom earring on her left ear, one that was hanging near her neck with the Saiyan Royal Crest in red. Vegeta wanted her to feel like royalty just like he did when he was younger when he had a cape. He had a scientist from the ship craft it.

Because Vegeta wanted to train her as soon as she turned two, he had to tell Raditz and Nappa about his little family.

To say they were shocked was an understatement. No one suspected that the Prince had taken a mate, a Saiyan mate at that considering all the females died with their race.

Raditz had complained that it wasn't fair for Vegeta to take a mate and even tried to make a move on Papri, but before Vegeta can even blow him to pieces then and there with his Galick Gun, Papri used her own signature move to blast the man across the room.

To say the least, he never bothered the woman ever again.

Nappa was obviously more respectful towards the Prince and made sure to stay out of Papri and Nachi's ways whenever he spotted the duo in the training room.

Vegeta trained his little girl to the best of ability, and even trained her tail from that ridiculous weakness whenever someone grabbed onto it.

Nachi was eager for training to be strong like her 'dada.' She still liked calling him that, even though Vegeta demanded on several occasions to address him as father instead as a more respectable title.

She never did, the little brat.

Coming back to the now, Vegeta walked inside Frieza's chambers where his typical henchmen were at his side, Zarbon and Dodoria.

He gritted his teeth and scowled at the floor, where he took a one kneeling position whenever addressing his leader.

"Ah, Vegeta." Frieza smirked. "How was the mission?"

"Successful. We gathered the crop sources then blasted the planet into nothing." He stated, his voice stoic as always whenever around the lizard alien.

"Very good," Frieza cooed.

"Was that all, my Lord?" Vegeta questioned.

Frieza smirked evilly, not that Vegeta can see his expression since he was still facing the floor.

"Ah yes… It has come to my attention that we had some… stowaways on my ship."

Vegeta's heart stopped beating at his words. He couldn't be talking about them…

"And it so happens these stowaways were located in your sleeping quarters…"

His eyes widened and he raised his head, spotting his mate in Zarbon's arms and his daughter in Dodoria's, both eyes coated in fear. Papri's eyes were locked on his, a message clearly saying to not worry about her and worry about their daughter. Nachi's eyes, so identical to her mother's, were close to tears but prevented them from falling because of her own pride.

"My, my. The little cub sure looks a lot like you, Vegeta…" Frieza drawled out, using his clawed finger to tickle the little girl's cheek. Nachi closed her eyes tightly, frightened of the lizard man her dada talked about.

Vegeta clenched his teeth tightly at the scene, powerless to do anything at preventing the man from freely touching his daughter.

"Do tell, how you found a Saiyaness around to mate with and procreate with?" Frieza asked, a smirk in place.

Vegeta exhaled through his nose. "Papri and I met through a bar on one of the destroyed planets years ago."

"Oh?" Frieza questioned, turning his attention to the Prince's mate. "And from where did you come from?"

Papri growled at the lizard. "I came from Lord Cooler's ship." She spat. "I was there as a toy for his men, but none of them ever laid a finger on me because of my 'monkey-genes.'"

Frieza's eyes darkened at the name. "Coolor, hm?" Frieza stepped out from his hovering seat and paced around, idly swishing his tail from side to side. "So dear brother had a monkey in his ship and didn't think to tell me?..." He muttered to himself.

Vegeta bristled at the word 'brother', now knowing the tyrant had more family that wasn't his father.

"Very well." Frieza suddenly said, making Vegeta's head snap up just as his vision came across Frieza pointing a finger at his mate. "Unfortunately, I have no use for a Saiyaness on my ship. After all, I have enough monkeys around." Frieza cruelly smiled. "Zarbon, let the female go."

Zarbon did as he was ordered and Vegeta caught Papri's eyes one more time, a soft look in her eyes with a smile to go along with it before he heard the sound of air and a pained expression came across her face.

Frieza fired a pointed laser right at the woman's heart, and watched her body go down to the floor with an instant kill.

"MAMAAAA!"

Vegeta turned his attention to his daughter. Her tears were finally falling and her face can be expressed as traumatized. She was squirming wildly in Dodoria's hold, and Frieza ordered him to let her go.

Once free, she ran to her mother's cold and unmoving body, clutching her torso and sobbing loudly into her chest, repeating 'mama' as if the notion would wake her up.

Vegeta shakily took in a breath, helpless to do anything and his fist was clenched so tight that he felt blood bleeding through his glove.

"Let this be a lesson to you, Vegeta." Frieza looked in his direction. "Be lucky I'm sparing the cub's life for my own benefit of having her be a soldier as well."

Vegeta paid him no mind, but he did hear his words.

That night, while holding the shaking form form of his daughter in his arms while trying to rest in his cot, he swore to himself.

He would give his own life for his daughter, just like how his mate did. The mate he cherished, cared for… loved. The only existing love he has now is all in his daughter.

The next upcoming years will be difficult on both of them, but he will make sure that they both survive.

x762

Vegeta smirked at the given information from Raditz before his death.

Seems these 'Dragon Balls' from Earth will grant any wish desired, and he can certainly use them for his own benefit.

Well, his and his cub's benefit.

He can wish immortality for the both of them and live their lives without worrying about death. Yes, that sounds promising.

"Father?" A small voice questioned.

Vegeta looked down at Nachi between his legs in the space pod. He insisted on letting her ride in her own pod, but she was still stuck like glue to him and being as stubborn as he was, he relented on riding the space pod with him.

Since that day of her mother's death from Frieza, she become cold and harsh to his subordinates whenever she was training with the men. She was always playful and childlike before, but now it seemed as if her heart turned to stone. He couldn't blame her, seeing as on missions he was more sadistic in causing his enemies pain. However, she still had that childlike innocence whenever around him, and he was grateful for that.

"What is it, Nachi?" He questioned.

"Where are we going?"

"To Planet Earth."