The Saiyan Princess and the Saiyan Mutt

Chapter 1 – The Princess

Being a princess isn't as easy as you would think. I was a princess in every form of the word. My mother owned the multi-billion dollar company Capsule Corp. I would have to dress up and go to all of these parties and business meetings with my brother. I was just for looks. The Briefs kids together. They would have me parade around, no one expecting any stimulating conversation from me.

Then there was my father's side. There I was literally a princess. He was a prince. Not just any prince, the Prince. The Prince of the Saiyans. The saiyans were a once large and great warrior race. But they had dwindled down to a handful of half-breeds. My father, Vegeta, and Gokuu were the only two full-blooded saiyans left, although the ones that stood were the strongest fighters in the universe, especially those two. So I was the Princess of all of us. Heh, some kingdom.

Considering that fighting was in our blood, my father would push my older brother Trunks past his limits. He would scream at him, degrade him, and attack him, until he broke past his own thresholds. I envied my brother. I could feel every atom of my being aching to fight, to train, to battle. It was all I wanted. I wanted to be strong. I wanted to defend myself, instead of my family defending me. But it wasn't proper for Daddy's princess to scuff herself on the battlefield. He wasn't a very emotional man, but with me he was a bit gentler than with the rest of the world. Only when it was the two of us, though. Of course the Prince could never show kindness in front of the mortals. Right when I would be ready to ask him to train me, he would say something discouraging.

"Hey Dad. How was Trunks's training?"

"Bra, don't worry yourself with such barbaric things. Run along Princess. Let me worry about things like that." He would talk to Mom about the fighting. Why was I not good enough to be in on everything? I was so tired of it all. Even Pan got to fight in the World Martial Arts Tournaments! I had more saiyan blood then she did! It wasn't fair. That was when I came up with my brilliant plan.

"PANNNN! Bestest friend! PLEEEEASE? I'll owe you BIG time!" I folded my hands together, and dropped to my knees begging.

"I dunno Bra. I don't wanna hurt ya." I stood up with my hands on my hips.

"Pan! I'm a saiyan too! Don't you feel what I feel? That…burn…in your veins. Every inch of me wants to know what it's like!" She looked down at her feet.

"Yeah, you're right Bra, I feel it too. Always have, that's why Grandpa Gokuu trained me when I was a kid. Well – Grandpa Satan tried – but he… he couldn't teach me much…Ok, I'll do it. Meet me at my place tomorrow morning."

"OH MY GOSH PAN! Thanks! I love you!" I squeezed her tight.

"Bra- I – can't- breathe!" I let go.

"Sorry, thanks Pan! See you tomorrow!"

A few months of our training passed, and before long Pan stopped holding back when we sparred. She was a great fighter, one of the best, and taught me a lot. Our training got more and more intense with each session. After we were finished we would go to Chi-Chi's to eat, shower, and hang out. What we were doing out in those mountains was our little secret.

It was at her house when I realized my feelings for her uncle. A boy who had always been one of my best friends, Goten, Trunks, Pan, and me. We were the new generation of saiyans. We spent all of our time together when we weren't working or going to school. I never dreamed that one day my heart would stop beating every time he walked into the room.

"Hey Bra." He said, taking a seat by me at the kitchen table. My heart raced.

"Hey Goten."

"Geez, you've become a regular fixture around here. You and Pan hang out everyday, don't you?"

"Yeah. We have our girl time." We smiled at each other. Girl time was one way to put it. That was the day that I decided to make him mine.