Bra threw open the front door and stormed in, screaming, "DADDY!" the second her foot hit the inside floor.

Despite the fact that the prince was almost halfway across the enormous compound, he could hear that shrill screech clearly. He groaned and closed his eyes as he heard it. That tone always meant that something had pissed his daughter off royally and she wanted him to make it better.

What made it worse was the fact that he almost always gave in and did it.

Unfortunately, there was no running from her. Whenever she was in that mood, she could locate him instantly no matter how far away he was. He was fairly certain that if he were a dozen solar systems away, she still would have been able to find him instantly.

He closed the book he had been reading and decided simply to accept his fate. He met her in one of the living rooms with his arms crossed over his chest. "What do you want, Bra?" It was at that moment that Vegeta noticed a series of forming bruises on her arms and a couple forming on her face. His arms dropped immediately as he swiftly approached his daughter, a concerned and angry look on his face. He immediately began to closely inspect her face. "Bra, what happened to you?" he demanded.

The furious sixteen year old threw her purse onto the couch. "Stupid Pan," she huffed. "She was all bragging about how she's more Saiyan than I am because she fights all the time and I don't. I told her she was an idiot and clearly flunked math because I'm seriously twice as Saiyan as she is, so she challenged me to a fight to prove it and…and…" Tears filled her eyes as she looked away from her father, almost ashamed. "I lost, Daddy!"

Vegeta's heart rate slowed back down to a normal level at the explanation. While he did feel for his daughter, even he could have told her how that fight was going to turn out. He remained confident that if his daughter had ever taken her training seriously, she would easily be able to overtake her friend. However, Pan trained for a couple hours on most days, whereas Bra never trained for more than a couple hours a week. She knew the basics well enough. And there were only a couple humans on the planet more powerful than she was, and since they were all family friends, Vegeta was not too worried about her when she went out.

However, up against Pan, she would not last long. And that was a secret to no one.

He did not need to ask why she accepted the challenge, though. Someone had challenged her status and she had fought to defend it. He was her daughter, after all. Even if going up against an opponent that held an obvious advantage, a true Saiyan would never stand down.

"How long did it last?" he asked.

Bra huffed and brushed some stray hair out of her eyes. "Forty minutes or so."

Vegeta glanced at his daughter's mildly torn outfit. "You fought in that?"

Bra's cheeks turned red as she looked down at her form fitting dress and high heels. "Well, yeah! It's not like I had time to go home and change or anything!"

The prince was actually somewhat impressed that his daughter had managed to last forty minutes into a fight in a restricting outfit, and the scuff marks on her shoes and cracked heel on one of them indicated that they had been on her feet for at least a decent part of the fight.

Before he could ask any further questions, though, Bra grabbed his hands. "Dad, what are you doing today?"

Vegeta rolled his eyes. "My daily routine has barely changed since your birth. Do you really need to ask?"

"Just wanted to make sure," she enthusiastically responded. She gave him a pat on the hand and smiled brightly at him. "Give me twenty minutes to change and get something to eat."

The prince raised an eyebrow at his youngest child. "I beg your pardon?"

Bra was already halfway out the door when she called out, "I'm training with you, and I'm not giving up until I can take that Saiyan wannabe and kick her ass so hard that she'll never be able to sit down again!"

A smirk crossed Vegeta's face. If that was what his little girl wanted, that was what she was going to get.

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Bra panted and fell to her knee. They were in their second week of training, and her body had been pushed further than she had ever pushed it in her life. Rivers of sweat poured off her face and onto the floor as she gasped for air, and she closed one of her eyes as the salty liquid ran in to it.

Vegeta circled around her. "Are you giving up on me, girl?"

The sixteen year old princess growled as she got to her feet. "Not a chance, old man," she panted. She fell into a defensive stance and glared at her opponent.

Vegeta smirked at his daughter before moving in for an attack. He was, of course, holding back significantly, but he was certainly not taking it easy on her. Every day since her declaration, he had trained her for three hours as soon as she got home from school, gave her two hours to eat and do her homework, then trained her for another three hours. They also managed to get an hour in before her school day.

Seven hours, every day without fail. And that teenager had shown up to every single one of them ready and raring to go. She trained and she fought and she kept pushing herself with a determination that Vegeta had not seen in his kids since Trunks and Goten had their last major fight several years earlier.

"Don't get lazy!" he commanded as his daughter lost her footing slightly. "Keep your head in the game!"

Bra snarled at him, but she did correct herself. There was nothing that was going to keep her from her goal.

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"Holy crap," the sixteen year old mumbled as she collapsed on to her bed. It had been three months since she had started her serious training with her father, and it was exhausting her. Up at five, not asleep until just after eleven, with seven hours of training and a full school day in between, was brutal.

Her social life had come to an absolute grinding halt in the last few months. It had only been a little over a year since she had been allowed to go out with kids her own age that were not in their little group of superheroes, and it had all but ended when she had taken up her training. She still saw Marron and Pan once in a while, but she continued to play princess when she was with them. The only people who knew about her training were those she shared genetic material with.

It definitely kept her fairly isolated.

Plus, her body was beyond worn out. Although, she had to admit, she had never slept so well in her life. There was nothing like being totally drained to help a person fall asleep at night.

But it was more than worth it to the princess. She had made leaps and bounds in her improvements that she knew Pan was not making, and that thought alone kept her on task. She most definitely had her father's pride, and knocking a Son down a peg or two was worth every ounce of spare time she had.

With a smirk on her face, she drifted off into a peaceful slumber, dreaming of the day she would overcome her opponent.

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Bra rolled her neck as she stretched out in the car. "I just cannot sit still," she grumbled. In the latter half of the seven months that she had been training vigorously with her father, she had found herself with an oddly high amount of energy when she wasn't sparring with him. Every once in a while, it seemed like her arms or legs just had to lash out.

Vegeta smirked as he drove his daughter home. "I understand, but try not to put your foot through the dashboard. Your mother had a conniption when your brother did that."

"What did you do when he did that?" the teenager asked.

Her father shrugged one shoulder. "I laughed."

Bra giggled. Her seventeenth birthday was only a few days away, and she had cashed in an early birthday present in order to get her father to take her to his most hated place on the planet: the mall. Convincing him to take her had been a lot easier than usual that day, though, since most of what she was looking for was clothing that she could fight in.

Her birthday party was going to be on Saturday, and she knew what her present to herself was going to be. She was going to challenge Pan Son to a rematch.

And she was going to win.

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The blue haired princess sat back and sipped on her bottle of water. Her party was about to get started, and most of her guests had already arrived. However, the guest that she was waiting for the most had not arrived. Apparently Pan's parents had to do something or other, so she was running late.

From behind her, her father approached. "How are you, princess?"

Bra swallowed her drink. "A little antsy," she quietly confessed. "I know we've been working on this for seven and a half months, but a part of me just wants to get the fight done and over with."

"Take your time," the prince counseled. "Trust me, there are few things that can throw you into a disadvantaged state like trying to rush things. Feel out your opponent, and you will be in control."

The seventeen year old nodded. She took another sip from her cold bottle, followed by another calming breath.

"You will be fine," he softly reassured his daughter.

Again, Bra nodded. "They're here…"

As she got to her feet, her father kissed her softly on the temple. "Kick her ass, princess."

Bra smiled and hugged her father. "Thank you, Daddy," she whispered. She exhaled slowly as she turned to meet her friend and prove just who was more Saiyan than who. She had worked unbelievably hard, pushed herself beyond her limits, and had sweat, bled, and sacrificed to reach her goal.

She gave her father one last glance, smirking at his reassuring look.

The time had come for her to prove that she had earned her title as Princess of Saiyans.

And she would not let herself or her father down.

She would win.