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Galanga was the second child and only daughter to General Totoma, the leader of the last crew of Saiyans.
He had been one of King Vegeta's greatest fighters, leading his crew and dominating their enemies. When they saw Totoma's ship, they knew that all hope was lost. He held control of the largest regiment of warriors, and those men would fight for him.
When he told his king that he did not trust the tyrant Freeza, and that he did not want his men to die for the creature's greed, his men stood behind him.
And when King Vegeta demanded his allegiance, Totoma took his crew and seceded.
They had been well out of the galaxy when the news of their planets destruction came. With a heavy heart, Totoma and his crew now had to decide what to do, seeing as, to their knowledge, they were the last of the Saiyans. They did not want to bring attention to themselves; what if Freeza heard tale of them and came to finish off their race?
Totoma took pride in the fact that his crew were some of the best in fighting, as well as compassion. Each man or woman that joined him was tested by him. He didn't not want blood-thirsty barbarians as his company; no, Totoma took the soldiers that King Vegeta complained about not being able to go for the kill.
He was once an elite.
The day his humanity found him was on a planet that they were destroying and he came across two small children and their mother. He watched as his fellow Saiyans annihilated every being on that planet, some even basking in the bloodshed.
But he couldn't keep his mind off the children and their mother.
He knew they were they were hidden, and he held his spot, unable to kill them or let anyone else. Until his commander found them. He was ordered to kill them, slowly.
It was after this that he decided that he wanted nothing more to do with the killings of innocents.
He told his king that he would be more useful in taking out their actual enemies.
Not wanting to lose such a skilled soldier, King Vegeta agreed.
He was given a crew of his choosing and thereafter, when a soldier proved no good at planet extermination, they were sent to Totoma.
Now, he had a crew of one hundred good men and women.
They decided in the end to fight against people like Freeza.
In the years that came, they heard tales throughout the galaxies that it was a Saiyan that defeated Lord Freeza.
Totoma thought it was too good to be true, that they must be mistaken. But he heard the tale once more from a Namekian healer at one of their port stops. The Namekian told him that it was indeed Saiyans that brought the tyrant down. In fact, one of them was their own Prince Vegeta!
Totoma remembered the boy. He was sent out with Freeza's men as soon as he was old enough to start training, at the age of six. He wondered what had happened to make the boy turn on Freeza. Was it the destruction of his race? Did he grow tired of the tyrant?
It gave him hope that there were other Saiyans that had grown consciences, and that they were others that fought for the weak.
He knew eventually he would have to return to his Prince.
In the years after the Saiyans were wiped out, he had found a mate. Olave was a strong female. She bore him three children, all of the warriors. She had been soldier and had fought beside him many times, which was what made him fall in love with her.
He hadn't paid attention to her much at first. She joined him in training one day and wiped the floor with him. After that, he couldn't take his eyes off of her.
Their oldest, Maiz, was born not long after that.
Galanga followed a few years later, and their youngest son, Kayle, came as a surprise six years after.
As they grew, he watched them live their childhoods and lives confined to their ship. He wanted more for them, but the Saiyan name was entrenched with fear and hate. He and his crew tried to alleviate these fears, but it was a hard road.
It wasn't until he heard tale of their prince settling down and having a family that he decided to find him.
He knew it was wrong to plot behind his families back, but he knew what he had to do.
When his daughter was born, she had what the Saiyans called 'volatile energy.' Her power levels would go from one to ten thousand in a matter of seconds, with nothing to hold them back. She had no resistance. Their healer had seen it before and had treated it successfully.
But she needed more.
Finding a mate wasn't just about procreation to Saiyans; no, it also gave them a balance to their power.
Galanga needed a mate, and a powerful one at that, to feed off from her own energy.
As she got older, he had seen many of his crew's male offspring try for her hand, but she turned them down. Some with kindness, and others with brute force. He knew that if a powerful male came along, one that she might feel matched with, she would finally find her mate.
He had plans of taking her to their prince and seeing if his offspring were what his daughter was looking for.
He dared not tell her or Olave, though.
...
Galanga sat in the storage room outside of the control room of her father's ship. She was annoyed and pissed off, hoping that a few moments of solitude would help her get rid of her mood.
Her mother's friend, Celleri, and her father's first lieutenant, Lottus's son, Komatsuna, had been following her again.
She had turned him down when he asked to court her, almost six months ago. The first time she had been nice, explain to him that she didn't want a mate, that she didn't need one. But he didn't listen.
Over the next few months, he kept following her and pestering her, and acting like they were already courting.
So she caught him out with his band of idiot friends and beat the hell out of him.
He backed off some, but still continued to stalk her.
She was tired of it. She was tired of her father looking disappointed when she turned down a suitor, or when she fought them off. She was tired of her mother asking her when one of them was going to be good enough for her.
Her brothers were the only ones who didn't make her feel like she was supposed to be hunting a man.
Maiz said she was too much of a man to have one.
She had beat the hell out of him, but had to laugh. She knew she wasn't the most feminine girl; her long straight black hair was usually pulled up in a ponytail or bun to keep it out of her face, she never fixed it and sometimes didn't even brush it, she wore training suits all the time and trained constantly, and she no time for finding a mate.
Her mother blamed it on the fact that she only had brothers.
There were plenty of girls her age, but she hated talking to them.
In their port stops across the galaxies, the younger Saiyans had picked up different things from different cultures. Females now cared about how they looked and dressed, and used their looks to find a mate. She didn't fit in at all with them and when she HAD to be around them, ignored them to the best of her ability.
When her father told them about finding Prince Vegeta, she had been excited. Until she heard him plotting with Lottus about the prince's son and her.
Why couldn't they understand she had no wish to find a mate?
She sat sulking in the storage room, hoping that her father didn't try and thrust her upon the prince's son.
All of a sudden the lights blinked.
Her head shot up as the emergency sirens went off. She stood up, heading for the door, when the room was cloaked in darkness as the ship directed power to the control room and the engines.
She grabbed blindly in the darkness, feeling fear creep up her spine. The ship gave a lurch, sending her into the wall, along with everything else in the room. She heard the alarms raise and powered up, wanting to be ready if she needed to be.
She heard the door slide open and readied her stance, only to see her father come in, his broad shadow casting across the floor as the lights from the galley flooded in the room. He looked around, a glint of pride in his onyx eyes when he saw her ready to fight.
"Come! We are nearing the Earth and the ship is malfunctioning! Ganash says that we must prepare for impact!" he told her, holding his hand out for her to take.
They rushed down the galley, lights and sirens blaring around them. The doors at the end of the entry way slide open, revealing the control deck, where everyone had gathered. Her father immediately went over to their captain, Ganash, leaving Galanga to join her family. Her mother immediately pulled her into a hug, making Galanga roll her eyes in affectionate irritation.
"I'm fine, Mother!" she huffed, reaching over and ruffling her little brother, Kayle's red hair when she was let go. He jumped away and glared at her, pressing his hair back down. He was slim, short for his fifteen years, only coming up to her nose. It tickled her to no end, seeing as she only stood 5'4" and the rest of her family towered over her.
"Leave your brother be." Her mother said, not even looking at them.
Galanga smirked, sticking her tongue out at him.
"One of these days, he's going to rip that tongue out of your mouth." A deep voice laughed behind her.
She turned, eyes dancing with mirth, to her older brother, Maiz. He was tall, even towering her father's 6' stature, and muscular, with his black hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. His green eyes stood out against his olive skin, almost glowing.
"Oh you wish! Who would verbally beat you every day if he did that?"
Maiz laughed again, throwing a large, muscular arm around her shoulders.
"I would have to say, I would miss it. But to not hear you whine and moan would be wonderful!" he said, stepping aside to miss the elbow she aimed at his side.
"Everyone prepare for impact!" her father commanded, cutting their teasing short.
They got into their seats along the wall, strapping their selves in as the ship began shaking. She watched as the surface of Earth came into view through the navigation screen, looming closer with each passing second.
Ganash was frantically adjusting the controls, watching the screen with trepidation.
She watched as they closed in to the land, feeling the ship skid across the ground before coming to rest with metallic groan.
Her father grinned in approval at his captain, getting out of his seat and coming up to clap the man on the back.
The doors slid open, reveling a tall man, his face swarthy and clean. His black hair had been cut a long time ago, losing the normal Saiyan wildness, into a short, clean cut that he kept styled, parted at the side. His tail was wrapped around the waist of his dress uniform, his silver lieutenant bar flashing in the light of the room.
"General Totoma! The crew is accounted for and there are reports of minimal damage to the ship, sir!" he said, falling into place and saluting.
Her father nodded, still smiling.
"Good! Have the men ready themselves for inspection! I do not know if Prince Vegeta will wish to see them or not." He commanded.
The other man made to leave, but the general stopped him.
"Oh, and Lottus?"
Lottus turned, falling back into attention.
"Loosen up, alright?"
Lottus allowed a small smile to come to his lips and nodded, saluting Totoma once again before leaving.
Galanga unlatched her restraint and stood, going over to one of the port windows to look out. She saw a large dome shape building with the words Capsule Corp. on the side. She pressed her face against the glass just in time to see people coming out, staring and pointing up at their ship in surprise. She made to turn to her brothers in excitement when she yelped, grabbing her chest.
Maiz saw her, yelling for help.
"Mother! Get Dr. Mato in here now!"
Galanga fought to catch her breath, leaning heavily against the wall. She felt sturdy arms hold her up and looked up to see that her father had her. He rubbed her back, speaking soothing words, until the doors opened to revel a squat little man with a small patch of gray hair on the back of his head. He hurried over, syringe in hand.
"I knew this would happen!" he chastised, injecting her into her arm. She gasped, feeling the fluid move through her veins.
Dr. Mato shook his head.
"Get her to the training room, Maiz and be quick about it."
The tall, dark-haired man nodded, looking down at his sister in concern. Kayle joined him and they half walked, half carried their sister form the room.
Mato looked up at her parents.
"She can't fight this much longer. The medicine only does so much! She needs to be mated!" he whispered, furious. He had been the child's healer since her birth. He knew what she needed, but her parents were being too picky.
He had known she was different the first time he had checked her power level right after her birth. It had fluctuated up and down, going from ten to six thousand within a few moments. He had come across it before and had created a serum that would help her control it for a while, but when she had turned seventeen, he told them to find her a mate. Once bound to another, her power would feed off into them, helping her level out. But they had stood firm that they wouldn't force it on her.
Lottus's son, Komatsuna, had tried for her hand, only to be beaten by Galanga herself. The thought still brought a smile to his old face, but the girl really had no choice. There were so few Saiyans her own age left in their group that she really didn't have time to be picky.
Olave glared down at him.
"I have told you before, we WILL not force this on her! The serum is still working and it will continue to do so until she finds her match! I refuse to see her mated to someone she cares nothing about!" she spat.
Totoma put a restraining arm around her shoulders.
"He knows dear. He's just saying that she needs to start thinking about finding a mate. You know how Langa is… She turned down every suiter that tried for her hand!" he chuckled sadly. He knew his daughter didn't want to be "tied to someone" as she called it.
"Maybe if we're lucky, Prince Vegeta's son is unmated. The rumors say that he is a powerful warrior, so maybe he will catch her eye, eh?" he soothed his wife.
"That's fine with me, but I refuse to set back and let you two push her towards someone, no matter how powerful they are!" she snapped, making both men cower.
She huffed, walking to the doors.
"Are you coming?" she asked her husband.
He nodded to Mato, joining his wife.
...
Goku stood in Bulma's kitchen, his shoulders hunched in defeat. He didn't know what to do.
Chi-Chi had kicked him out for good this time.
He had left when she told him to, returning a few hours later to see if she had forgiven him, only to find the house empty and dark. He looked around, panicking that something had happened to her, when he saw a note on the kitchen table. He tried to read it, but she had used too big of words for him to follow.
He transported himself to Bulma's, landing in her empty living room. He heard her and Vegeta talking in the kitchen and followed the sound, knocking on the door frame to get their attention.
"Goku! What's up?" she asked him brightly.
Vegeta looked up from his newspaper, a sneer on his lips that disappeared when he saw Goku's face.
He handed the letter to Bulma, tears of frustration in his eyes.
"I can't read it." He said quietly, sitting down beside her.
Bulma took the letter, hiding her pity for her friend.
Goku was amazing. He defended the earth and protected them all. But there were some things that he still needed help with. Bulma didn't know why Chi-Chi didn't teach him to read and write, refusing point blank and forbidding their sons form doing the same.
Her attention caught up with the words when she read 'divorce.'
She was leaving him, for good this time.
She said that because he was gone all the time that she had found someone else, someone smart that knew how to treat her. He worked every day and could provide for her and Goten.
Bulma looked up at her oldest friend, tears in her eyes.
She didn't want to have to tell him that his wife had left him for another man.
"What is it?" Vegeta asked, his voice low. He knew something was up.
When she didn't answer, he took the letter from her hands, gently, and read it.
"That whore!" he roared out, making the other two jump.
"Don't call Chi-Chi that! She's mean sometimes, but -!"
Vegeta cut him off, slamming the letter down onto the table.
"She's leaving you, Kakarott!"
Goku stared for a moment before chuckling nervously.
"She always says that, Vegeta! She –"
Vegeta reached out and laid his hand on top of Goku's., making the other Saiyan jump.
"No, Kakarott. She leaving for good this time."
It took them a few minutes to explain everything to him.
Vegeta left when he broke down, ripping the letter in half and stomping from the room, leaving Bulma to comfort him.
Bulma sat, crying just as hard as her friend. It was surreal to think that they would no longer be together.
"W-why, though? Why w-would she do this?" he asked her as she held him.
"Because…. Because she's a lot of bad words I want to call her right now, Goku…. She's too damn demanding and expects too much! Just forget about her!" she said, only to make him cry even harder.
She heard the back door open and looked up to see Trunks step inside. His eyes went wide at the scene before him, looking at his mother, terrified.
She gave him a sad smile before patting Goku on the back.
"Trunks, can you go and get us some ice cream?"
...
She had sat with him all night while he cried, joining him sometimes. She had pulled him to her living room, setting them up on the couch. Vegeta had come in once, looking uncomfortable as hell as he watched Goku cry for his now ex-wife. He breathed a sigh of relief when Trunks showed up with their ice cream, retreating with his son as soon as he could.
Goku had finally started to calm down around midnight, and they sat in front of the TV, eating their ice cream. He looked down at the bowl in his hands and smiled a bit, looking up at Bulma.
"Why does ice cream make you feel better?"
She laughed, flicking some off her spoon towards him.
"I don't know, but it always helps me."
He yelped when the cold dessert landed on his arm and flung some more back at her.
Before she could retaliate, he sighed, stabbing his spoon back into the dessert.
"I don't get it, Bulma. I mean, I know I've not been the best husband, but we've had a few years of peace and I've stayed home! I clean up after myself and I help her out around the house! I try to do everything she wants, but it's never good enough!" he yelled, slamming his fist through the floor. He looked up, apologetic, but she waved him off.
"I know, Goku, I know. I don't get it either. Vegeta was gone a lot as well, but I survived! Besides, she had the Ox King to help out when you weren't around, so it's not like she had to do anything that all that horrible!" she griped, wishing she could strangle the bitch.
"It – it just hurts, you know? I – I thought Chi-Chi was going to be always be there with me…." He whispered, making Bulma calm down and pat his back.
"You'll be okay. Eventually you'll get over her and find someone else and you'll forget about her. That's how it works. You might be hurting right now, but it will stop eventually." She said, hoping he listened.
He shrugged, wiping his eyes furiously.
"I don't want another wife if they're anything like her." He said, making Bulma laugh.
But he didn't.
"She told me that all wives acted like her. That they expect you to care more about how people look at you then saving the world. And that they hate sex and only do it to make babies." He said, stabbing the ice cream some more.
Bulma's eyes went wide.
"What?"
He nodded, still looking at his pulverized, half melted food.
"Yeah. She said that it was annoying and that I didn't even do it right! But she showed me how! I don't know why she said that!" he said, looking up at Bulma, confusion and anger on his face.
Bulma just stared for a moment in shock before getting her voice back.
"You mean, you two only…" she bumped her fingers together, not sure if she could say it with a straight face, "enough to have the boys?"
Goku held up three fingers.
"Honeymoon, Gohan, and Goten." He counted off. "Anytime other than that, she made me go train to get it out of my system… I didn't like doing it with her anyways..." he said, sullenly, "She always made me feel stupid and complained."
Bulma had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing. She didn't think it would go over to well right now, and she didn't want him to feel any worse.
"W-well, I wouldn't worry about it too much…" she struggled to keep a straight face.
He glared at her.
"You trying not to laugh, aren't you?" he accused, taking out the last of her resistance.
She laughed hard, making him glare at his food.
"I'm sorry, Goku! I am! It's just… I never thought that Chi-Chi would be so uptight!" she chuckled, calming down some.
"We need to get you laid."
Goku choked and turned red.
"WHAT?"
"You heard me! It will help you forget about her and it will help you move on!" she told him, smirking.
He shook his head, a chuckle starting softly.
"Only you would recommend that…" he had laughed.
But he didn't want to find someone else. He didn't want Chi-Chi back, either. For the first time in his adult life, he was free to do as he pleased with no one to nag him, no one to tell him what to do, and most of all no one that made him feel stupid.
But as the days turned to weeks, he started to get lonely.
He couldn't stay in the house any longer. He and Gohan cleared it out and boxed everything up, for when, or if, he was ever able to move back into it. He asked Bulma for a Capsule house, but she told him no.
He was hurt and confused, until she smiled and told him that she had plenty of room and wanted him to stay there.
Truthfully, she worried about Goku being on his own. As horrible as she was, Chi-Chi did take care of him, and Bulma wanted to make for certain that he was looked after.
So he moved into their guest wing, feeling undeniably delighted that he had a wing, and had been staying with them since.
It helped him keep his mind off if everything; everyday he and Vegeta trained and sparred, he would get to spend time with Goten and Gohan without Chi-Chi screaming about something, and he was around people that he cared for and that cared for him.
But today, well, he was feeling a bit sorry for himself.
He couldn't help it.
He had come down for breakfast this morning, catching Bulma and Vegeta hugged up and kissing in the doorway.
He was happy that the older Saiyan had finally started treating his friend better, but it made his heart clench that he had no one in his life anymore.
He stood at the window, looking out into the back garden, his mind a million miles away.
Until he felt hundreds of power levels heading their way. He looked out and saw a large ship, similar to the one that Freeza and his father had arrived in, heading straight for the Capsule complex.
He pinpointed Vegeta's energy and was gone in the blink of an eye.
...
Vegeta was already out on the grounds, watching the ship head towards them.
"There's something wrong... It's coming in too hard." He said.
Goku watched as it came to earth, skidding across the lush green grass, leaving it twisted and destroyed. The ship came to a stop, steam hissing and sparks flying.
"Do you think they're…?" he began, motioning towards the ship, but Vegeta shrugged, standing up straight and masking his face with indifference.
"Doesn't matter. If they try something, I'll take them out." He glanced sideways at Goku.
"I might leave you one or two."
"Hey!"
Their banter was interrupted as the hatch opened and a troop of Saiyan soldiers came out, lining up along the walkway. They watched a tall, burly man in uniform came out, a tall, olive-skinned woman on his arm. He looked to Vegeta, his face alighting with a smile.
When he was right before them, he bowed deeply, the woman falling into a curtsy.
"Prince Vegeta!" the man boomed, laughing happily.
Vegeta smirked, nodding his head.
"You know me, but I'm sorry to say I do not know you." He told the man.
"I am General Totoma, my liege."
Vegeta's eyes flickered in recognition.
"Totoma?" he whispered, looking over at the soldiers that stood at attention.
"Wh – How?" he asked, his eyes going back to the larger man.
"We separated from your father a few months before Freeza attacked. We have been on the move ever since." He smiled sadly. The woman with him bowed her head.
Totoma cleared his throat.
"Forgive me, my prince. This is my mate, Olave." He said, presenting the woman to him.
She was very beautiful; it had been a long time since Vegeta had saw a Saiyan female and she was a sight for sore eyes to him. Long black, oddly straight hair, clear olive skin, and –
"Green eyes?" Vegeta asked, a little shocked.
Totoma chuckled.
"We have been working on taking some of the more, distinctive characteristics of our race and changing them. The Saiyan name is still feared in all the galaxies, my lord, and it makes it easier if we fit in."
Vegeta glared and went to speak, but Goku cut him off.
"Wow! That's amazing! I wonder what mine would look like a different color?" he enthused, making Totoma and Olave chuckle. Vegeta sighed, trying to squelch the need to wring his neck.
"It has helped us give our children a semi-normal life, my prince." Olave told him softly. "When we stop in ports, they can mingle amongst everyone and not have to face scrutiny. When they find out that we are Saiyans, we are either watched or asked to leave."
He glared at this.
"What?"
Olave nodded, "My mate has helped us make a new name for ourselves, but the fear is deep. We have been working on taking out some cosmetic traits so that we may lessen the hatred."
"It's better than it was when we first set out." Totoma added, smiling ruefully.
The soldiers stood at attention once more, announcing a new arrival, or arrivals.
"Father, Galanga is still training," Maiz said as he reached them. Totoma sighed, but nodded.
"It is alright, she will join us soon." He told his oldest before introducing him to their prince.
"My Lord, may I introduce you to two of my children; Maiz, my eldest, and Kayle, my youngest."
Vegeta took in the newcomers, taken aback by the dark, blood-red hair of the one named Kayle.
He bowed slightly towards them.
"Our daughter, Galanga, will join us shortly. She's visiting the training room at the moment," Totoma said, a proud smile on his face. Though it was her condition that made her that way, he couldn't help but be proud of his daughter.
Vegeta raised his brow, intrigued.
"Really? What power level is she at?"
Olave touched her husbands' shoulder, giving him a look.
He blushed slightly, clearing his throat.
"I'll let her tell you, my Prince, when she arrives, if that's alright?" he said.
Vegeta smirked, but nodded, now even more curious.
Totoma turned to his sons.
"Would you go and get your sister? And tell her I said she has to attend." He said in low tones. Maiz smirked, pulling a reluctant Kayle behind him.
...
"Come on, slow ass! The others are waiting!" Maiz called, watching as his sister destroyed yet another set of equipment. She panted hard, punching and kicking everything in sight. She finally stopped, looking up at her brother tiredly.
"You think father will let me skip out?"
He smirked, shaking his head.
"Damn."
...
Vegeta saw Goku trying to sneak away from the corner of his eye and grabbed the taller man's arm, pulling him forward.
"This is Kakarott, 3rd class." Vegeta said as Goku glared down at him.
"It's Goku. I don't go by Kakarott anymore." He said, looking back at Totoma with a smile.
Totoma felt the bones in his hand scream in pain as he shook the man's hand. This was a powerful warrior! He smiled back, squeezing his hand.
"It's a pleasure to me you, Goku." He said, making Vegeta roll his eyes.
...
"Komatsuna's been sneaking around." Kayle informed them as they headed for the hatch, his long red hair thrown up into a ponytail. "I saw him running from the lockers when Maiz went in."
Maiz sighed as Galanga growled, grabbing her arm and pulling her along.
"You can beat him up later, Langa! Father wants you out there, now!"
She grumbled under her breath, making her brothers laugh.
"Why do I even have to be there? If Prince Vegeta was that worried about doing his duty, then he would've found us by now!" she huffed as they pulled her into their living quarters.
"You know why. Get changed. You can whine later." Maiz told her, smirking.
She growled, but went into her room.
She didn't feel like showering. He would just have to deal with her being sweaty and smelly, she thought with a grin.
She changed out of the sweat-soaked clothes, grabbing a spandex training suit, and throwing it on. She glanced at herself in the mirror, shrugging, and left to join her brothers.
Maiz laughed, shaking his head.
She threw her arm around Kayle's shoulder, making him push her away.
"Gods, you stink!" he snarled, laughing as she pouted.
She grinned back at him, shrugging.
"Good. Might keep father from trying to show me off so much."
...
Totoma and the others turned as his children came out of the hatch, Maiz and Kayle marching Galanga towards him. From the look on her face, she wasn't happy. He gave a quiet annoyed sigh at her attire. She was making this so hard for him and all he wanted was for her to be happy.
"Father, Suna's been poking his nose around again." She growled when she was near, glaring over at Lottus and Celleri, who had joined the group right before they came out. Lottus groaned, closing his eyes in frustration at his dim-witted son and pinching the bridge of his nose, while his wife smiled knowingly.
"We'll discuss it later, Galanga. For now, I'd like to introduce you to His Majesty, Prince Vegeta," he said, pulling her in front of the man. Galanga curtsied as she had been taught, and held out her hand to him, an air of annoyance about her.
Vegeta took her hand and slightly bowed to her, trying to hide his amusement at her attitude.
It reminded him of another young and stubborn Saiyan.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, my liege."
"The same to you, young one." He said, making her glare slightly.
She looked at her mother when she stepped back, desperate to leave, but Olave shook her head minutely. She struggled not to sigh aloud, when someone else joined them form the ship.
She turned to see Komatsuna walking towards them, a superior look on his face. He was tall and lean, just like his father. His black hair also bore the newer cut and style most Saiyans had adopted. His onyx eyes moved to hers and he gave a sly leer, making her growl. The others looked between her and the new arrival in alarm.
Vegeta chuckled, gaining their attention.
"She's a feisty one."
Totoma grinned, nodding. Before he could speak, Celleri interjected, fluttering her lashes at the Prince.
"Yes, she and our son, Komatsuna are courting." She said, making Suna smile brightly.
Galanga growled once more, cursing under her breath.
"Oh, I don't even think so! Your damn son is a stalker! And a pervert!" she seethed, glaring at her mother's friend.
Olave sighed in exasperation, looking to the heavens for guidance while Vegeta, Lottus, and Totoma, and his sons laughed. Celleri glared right back at the girl, but finally turned away.
"Well, it doesn't seem as if she is that interested in courting him, then." Vegeta laughed. "I'll have to introduce her to my son, Prince Trunks." He said, making Totoma gleam in pride.
Galanga growled once more, but her father touched her arm, quieting her.
"Galanga, this is Goku." He said, stepping back to introduce her to the warrior. She huffed slightly, looking up to give her greeting, when she froze.
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Goku stepped aside to let the others talk. He wanted nothing to do with their politics. He just wanted to relax and watch TV! Totoma's daughter arrived a few moments later and he barely paid them any attention. When he heard his name, he looked up, meeting the eyes of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
She had long black hair that hung down to her waist, and looked smooth as silk. Her tiny frame and stature made her look weak, but he could feel power rolling off of her. With a heart shaped face, full lips, and pale skin, he felt himself get light-headed just looking at her. Her light blue eyes stared into his, making his breath hitch.
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All time seemed to stop as she stared up at him.
She gave a shuddering gasp, feeling her power shoot up around her. His onyx eyes gazed into her blue ones.
She felt a tingling warmth spread through her body, even traveling down the length of her tail. She stepped closer to him unconsciously, inhaling his scent.
He smelled of earth,
Rainwater,
And freedom.
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