Vegeta-sei and Earth are actually two countries on one planet.  Vegeta has been reinstated as the King of Vegeta-sei.  His son, the crowned Prince Trunks, and his daughter, Princess Bura live with him at the palace along with Queen Bulma, from Earth.  Goku Son, Chi Chi, Goten, Pan, Gohan, and Videl, all very close friends with the Royal family, live in Earth.  At one time, the prince and princess went to a boarding school in Earth with Pan and Goten, very good friends, until King Vegeta decided to prevent the children from too much contact with each other and brought his children back to Vegeta-sei.  Currently, Trunks is twenty, Bra is eighteen, Pan is eighteen, and Goten is nineteen.

The girl with the aqua-blue hair shivered lightly at the draft in the basement of the factory.  "Where is he?" she muttered impatiently to the cold wooden walls of the small office, "He knows my family will suspect if I'm back at home late…" Just then, the door behind the eighteen-year-old swung smoothly open with a whoosh of air.  The girl, not expecting the noise, shrieked a short cry while twisting around to see the intruder, then relaxed at the sight of the familiar man.

            "Bra-chan, darling, we meet again.  I'm glad that the last few jobs have been successful, oh saiyan princess." The man purred in a mellifluous voice.  Behind the honeyed words, there was a hint of antipathy and malice that made Bra shrink a little.  There was something about the man, as kind as he was to her, that made her scared and wonder why she had gotten into business with him.  But it's fun, adventurous, a little voice inside her replied smoothly, conquering all her fears, and he'd never hurt you.  Besides, you get to break away from being Daddy's girl, a little angel.  You get to be wild, free, and get back at him for things he's done to you.

            "Finally.  I've been waiting for…" she glanced down at her diamond-encrusted watch bracelet, "five minutes.  And you're always a stickler for time."  Not letting the man reply, she continued in a snappy, dominating tone, completely contrary to the shaky mass of jello she felt like inside, "How did you like the results of the mission so far, hun?  Five out of twenty seals in three days.  You would have never done it without me."

            The man stepped into the direct light, out from the shadows on the wall.  He had a strong, muscular build, a very good build.  He stood five feet taller than the princess, muscles standing out as the folds of black cloths that enclosed his body pressed against his skin.  The way that he walked and his aura projected power, control, and anarchy.  The dim light that shone down on him highlighted his face, which was handsome indeed.  His lips curved up at one end, giving him a smirk that could rival King Vegeta's.  Curiously, unlike any other Saiyan, he had silver eyes that looked almost white depending on how the light reflected on him.  His hair, an almost blinding white, was ruggedly tied back, with a few strands falling around his face.  Dressed in a black silk blouse with loose sleeves, cinched tight to his body by special night-hued Saiyan armor, with frosty black satin pants that fell straight down, the man looked as dark as one could get.  Attached to the shoulders of the armor by two silver-sapphire studs (the only color in his whole ensemble), was a heavy dark cape of a fine material, completing the look of shadows and suffocating night that hung around the man.  He seemed to possess a mystery and malevolence, and this was especially clear as he looked down at Bra, eyes veiled to prevent her from seeing into him.

            "Wonderful job, kitten.  I never knew you could be so coy." He answered, preventing any hint of annoyance from coming into his voice, "And the seals and rings you have been able to steal from all those 'mighty' and 'intelligent' officials-marvelous!"  He brushed back some hair from Bra's face seductively.  Yes, he knew how to play this little pet well.  "So, my little fox, I have another mission for you.  The sixth seal, love.  It belongs to the official in Rei.  Let's see how fast you can steal this one this time."

            "Are you saying I can't do it?" she barked, stepping closer to him.  Then, she repulsed back a few steps, the thick obscurity around the man too strong, "I mean, give me the mission and it will be done."

            "That's my lady.  Good girl, keep this up and I'll reward you some more.  This is fun for you is it not?  My dark angel, that's what you are." The man stepped towards her, pulled her into his strong arms, and passionately kissed her.  The emotions he awoke in her were raging all around her like a storm as he finished the kissed.  Feelings flew around her, wild, tormenting, and savage.  Part of her wanted to shirk away, never have anything to do with him, and the other part wanted more. 

            The man smirked to himself strangely, making sure that she couldn't see it, and with a flash of smoke, produced a thick black file.  "Remember, princess, to read everything carefully.  Report to here as soon as you get the seal and ring.  If you show that file to someone else, the file will self-destruct; remember.  And it will take you with it."  He added.  Bra shrunk back at the threat.  The man realized his mistake and quickly added, "But you would never do that would you, lovely flower, would you?"  Bra shook her head in the negative, and with one more wild kiss from him, forgot about that eerie blackness around him and succumbed to his power.  "Alright, you'd better get going.  Your brother will be worried, and you can't get caught, can you? Good night, fair princess."  And he whisked right back through the door and disappeared.

            Bra sat back down, wondering why her body felt so shaky when she felt so good.  She squeezed the packet she was given.  "Next stop, Rei." She smiled a shady smile to herself.  Bra lifted herself up, and breezed out the door.  When she went out the main door, she carelessly popped a piece of gum in her mouth, dropped the wrapper on the pavement below, and swiftly entered the silver Lexus that was patiently waiting for her.

            The man, hidden from her view in the shadows of the night, smirked to himself again.  As he watched the departing car, he whispered into the howling air of the night, "Soon, princess.  Soon, Vegeta.  Soon."   

            As he swept back into the building of pure darkness, he stopped at the wrapper Bra had thrown on the floor.  "Too bad you never gave any of your instincts to your beloved daughter.  Too bad for you Vegeta."  And the wrapper burst into flames as he exited the cold night air.