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Special Thanks to Nairobi Dawn, Vladegurl, and lilvampgoddess!
Chapter 3
They had left for the Instant Transmission box immediately. After giving her the coordinates, Armoura handed him the capsule containing his ship and they stepped inside. Trunks was thoroughly impressed with the machine, which got them back to Capsule Corp. in literally .203 seconds! With a shaky hand, he opened the door to see his home. It was a gorgeous day; the birds were chirping, the squirrels were playing in the trees, flowers were full in bloom, the gravity machine was humming… "Home sweet home!"
He turned to face his royal guest and smirked as he watched her wide eyes digest the place in wonderment. However, when she saw that he was watching she quickly regained her composure, "Take me to his Majesty!"
"So you like Earth, huh?" He said with a tone of mischief in his voice. Armoura sent him a glare, which only made him grin more widely. Although she was lacking blonde hair and double D cups, she had fire in her and Trunks could tell that he already liked messing with her. "Why don't we go on a tour before meeting my dad?"
Armoura was about to snap at him again when suddenly the humming in the air ceased and Vegeta himself appeared. "I thought that was you!" He growled as he crossed the lawn towards his son, "Your mother hasn't shut up since that trick you pulled! I thought my ear drums were going to bust with all of her screeching and sobbing!"
Trunks flashed a smile at Vegeta and shrugged.
It was at that moment that the Prince of all Saiyans noticed the girl behind his son, who was staring at him as if he were a God. "You've already brought a girl home?" He asked in gruff disbelief, "Kami, Trunks!"
"Huh? Oh- her! No it's not what you think this is-" Trunks began but was cut off by a loud and hysterical cry coming at him from across the lawn.
"TRUNKS! IS THAT MY BABY BOY?"
"Baby boy?" Armoura snickered.
Both father and son rolled their eyes. Trunks covered his face in embarrassment, "You have got to be kidding me…"
But it was no joke. Before he knew it, Bulma was hugging him with all her might and checking his body for injuries. "Oh my Kami, I thought the worst! Are you okay? Are you hurt? Let me get a look at you? My goodness how ever did you make it through that asteroid field without a scratch! Oh Trunks I was so worried- just ask your father! I thought… I thought," Her lower lip began to quiver.
Both Vegeta and Trunks' eyes widened, knowing what was going happen next, "No, Mom, don't cry! PLEASE DON'T CRY! I'm fine look at me!"
"Yes, Woman, look at him he doesn't even have a bruise on him!" Vegeta added in, hoping to save his ear drums.
"I know but I was so afraid… I," Suddenly her blue eyes looked behind her son, "Who is that?" The concern in her voice had suddenly vanished. "I swear if he thinks that he is going to spend time with some bimbo instead of me, his LOVELY MOTHER WHO CARRIED HIM IN HER WOMB FOR 9 FRICKIN MONTHS then he has another thing coming!"
"Oh Kami this is just great!" Trunks groaned as he ran his fingers through his long hair. "It's not what either of you think! This is Armoura-"
"Ahem!" Armoura warned from behind.
Trunks rolled his eyes, "Princess Armoura. She is the ruler of the planet I landed-"
"Crash landed," Armoura pointed out.
Trunks pushed out his jaw, sending her a glare of caution before continuing, "And healed him."
"That's great," Vegeta remarked flatly, "That doesn't explain why she is here!"
"She is here to see you," Trunks smirked.
Both of his parents exclaimed, "WHAT?" and then turned to get a better look at their new visitor.
Upon seeing that Trunks was finished with his speech, Armoura kneeled in front of Vegeta, "Your Highness, your son has spoken the truth. I am Princess Armoura, daughter of Gasparasu, and crowned ruler of the planet Saiyahealthia."
"She's half Saiyan," Trunks added.
"I know that!" Vegeta snapped and then looked back down at the girl kneeling at his feet. "Stand up, let me get a look at you!"
To Trunks' dismay, she did as she was told without a single word of protest, "Why does she listen to him and not me?"
After circling around and inspecting her, Vegeta finally said, "There is no doubt that you are Gasparasu's daughter. So he was destroyed by Frieza all those years ago after all?"
"No he got out just in time with a crew of about 50 other men. After traveling around for a year, trying to round up any survivors, they somehow ended up on Healthia, whose male population had been almost depleted by Frieza."
"I see, so he became your king and started a new race?" Vegeta asked.
"Yes but he died more than a decade ago and now I am the ruler," Armoura said softly.
The Saiyan had enough details to satisfy him for the moment, "So why are you here?"
"Saiyahealthia is in danger," Armoura informed him in a grave tone, "Three years ago one of our best warriors turned on us. My brother, the former king, exiled him into space expected that he would be destroyed by the asteroid field. But it didn't work out that way. A year ago he came back but he was a completely different person. Have you heard of the Devil's Sword?"
Vegeta raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, "Yes but I thought it was only a legend."
"So did everyone else but it's not and he has it. If you have heard of the sword then you know that it is capable of killing anyone with just one cut and sending them into a hell dimension. He killed my brother and has given me five years to train before he returns to attack." She looked at Vegeta with pleading eyes, hoping that he would understand.
"That's not my problem," He muttered and began to walk away.
Bulma's jaw dropped at her husband's cold behavior, "Vegeta! You can't just ignore the poor girl!"
"Stay out of this Woman!" He growled.
Armoura rushed over and knelt at his feet again, "I'm not asking you to get involved, Prince Vegeta, I am just asking for your training! I would never ask anyone to fight MY battles!"
The Warrior looked down at her again, liking her attitude but he did not think that she was strong enough to handle his training. "But you are just a girl- You can't handle the training of an Elite Super Saiyan!"
"I told her that but she just wouldn't listen!" Trunks muttered while crossing his arms.
With a "humph" Vegeta turned his back on the beautiful princess and began to walk back towards the gravity machine.
"Perhaps this will change your mind," Armoura smirked and began to power up. As the wind whirled around her petite body, her green eyes transformed into a turquoise shade and her red head turned blonde.
"NO WAY!" Trunks gasped and Vegeta, too, had to turn around to believe it.
"I didn't know girls could be Super Saiyans!" Bulma exclaimed, "How come Bra can't do it?"
"Or Pan for that matter! She trains all the time… I was able to become a Super Saiyan when I was only 8!" Although the Demi-Saiyan was impressed by Armoura's power, he was trying desperately not to show it. He had regained his composure and resumed his 'I don't give a fuck' stance. "She looks good as a blonde…"
Vegeta slowly made his way back across the lawn. He glared at the confident girl who was not afraid to make eye contact with him now. "She is strong despite her weak appearance. And I can tell she has spirit and determination…" In fact she reminded him of himself when he was a young boy. "If I train you then you will have to come here. I am not going to be surrounded by Healthians for four years… They could possibly be the weakest race of people in the universe- besides Earthlings of course!"
"Oh please!" Bulma threw her hands up and walked over to the now smiling Princess. "I'll have a room prepared for you, hon."
"Wait she is staying here?" Trunks asked a bit too harshly.
"Of course! Where else would she stay?"
Armoura smirked at his reaction, "Yes, where else would I stay?"
Trunks narrowed his eyes at her. On the one hand he liked that he was going to have some eye candy to feast on every day but on the other hand she was obviously not interested in the games he wished to partake in. He could already tell that the Princess was high maintenance and the last thing Capsule Corporation needed was another high maintenance resident. "Plus she is rude, loud, way too self confident in herself, and talks back to me!" It was the last part that bothered him the most for Trunks Vegeta Briefs liked his women silent, mainly because he had never met an earthling female who had the gall to disagree with him. Most of the time they were puddy in his hands because he was A. the richest man in the world B. drop dead gorgeous and c. a celebrity. But not this girl. He had only known her for the better part of two hours and she had interrupted him, made fun of him, and had made no hint of finding him attractive at all!
"Thank you, Saiyahealthia is most grateful," Armoura told Bulma and Vegeta before heading back to the I.T Box, "I will inform the high council and return shortly."
And so in a matter of 15 minutes, Capsule Corporation found itself with another alien resident.
Author's Note: And so the training begins next chapter! I hope you like the story so far, if you have any questions feel free to message me I know it is a lot of information being thrown all over the place. PLEASE REVIEW it really helps me out!
