Yarena brushed her hair in her rooms, her eyes downcast. She was already
well known because of her eyes, and now she had the ability to heal someone
with her tears. She had confined herself to her rooms for the past three
days, no one allowed to come in. The servants had brought some food to her
but it was mostly uneaten, only a few nibbles on everything. Yarena felt
like she couldn't face anyone, and she was dreading when her uncle would
come and talk to her. She knew that he would be coming soon, but she didn't
have the strength to face him.
She looked up into the mirror, her eyes locked on her reflection. She stared at the girl in the mirror, a glimmer of fear in her eyes. "Who am I? I'm not a princess, I'm not a normal saiyan, what haven't I done?" she looked out the window, her eyes locking on the training soldiers. Her eyes widened slightly, realising that she had the urge to learn how to fight. Her nervousness about meeting with her uncle vanished as she thought of what to speak to him about. She leaped out of her seat at a knock on the door, surprising her. She fixed the chair and pulled her hair back before opening the door. Her uncle stood on the other side, bandages could be seen from under his royal cape.
"Yarena, may I come in?" he asked. She opened the door all the way and stepped aside, letting him enter. She closed the door before any of the suitors could manage to squeeze into the room. Vegeta had his back to her, looking out the window. "I've been told, that you've locked yourself in here. May I ask why?"
"I've been thinking." she answered. He turned his head slightly, letting her know that he was listening. "I want to be trained as a soldier." she let out. Vegeta was surprised about this, turning around to face her.
"Why?"
"I want to become strong. Like you," she turned away, keeping her eyes to the ground. "The guards in the dining hall were too slow. I was quicker than them but lacked knowledge on how to protect you and myself. I want to be able to protect someone if the need arises." Vegeta stared as for the first time, she opened up to him.
"All saiyans have the urge to learn how to fight. But women aren't supposed to join the men on the battle field."
"But they do, I've seen several," she interrupted. "Please Uncle, this is the only thing I ask of you." she pleaded. He turned away to stare out the window again.
"Alright, I'll get my best trainer to come and train you, you won't speak of this to anyone got it?"
"Yes sir."
"Good," he turned to walk out the door, pausing to rest his hand on her shoulder. "Thank you," he whispered, throwing away his pride for a moment. His hand lifted to his shoulder, unconciously.
"It was my duty." she responded. He nodded and left, leaving a small bit of comfort in her heart. "Yes, it was my duty." she repeated.
***
Yarena had decided that she did NOT like her new trainer. He always kept boasting about the battles he's been in, never actually letting her train to her maximum. Whenever he felt that she was in danger, he would stop her and make her watch him do a few punches and kicks. She got extremely frustrated with this after a week, but she dared not tell Vegeta. He would think that her trainer was pushing her too hard, and would get another with a softer attitude.
Which was why she was sneaking into the training room in the middle of the night. She stretched out and smoothed her training clothes out. A short sleeved, blue, spandex shirt and tight, blue spandex shorts. She had white boots on, but not the gloves. She loosened her muscles out and started going slow, remembering when she had watched her father train. He had only trained in the training room about twice a week but he always had wieghts on his back, shoulders, arms, and legs. That helped him greatly in becoming stronger, but she couldn't xarry wieghts as she learned how to be proper. Besides, the training was a secret between Vegeta and herself. She couldn't carry training wieghts around. So she made up for it, training every night and working harder during the night than in the day(she did NOT want to watch her trainer flex his muscles).
She paused, thinking about her trainer. He seemed really interested in her, almost like he was trying to impress her. It also made alot of sense that he was trying to hold her back from learning the martial arts, he didn't want to become overpowered by a female. She frowned and trained harder, she was going to have a littl chat with her trainer, but she first wanted to be able to beat him first. She trained every night for a month before she realised that her body was changing. She had become slightly more muscular, and when she powered up, her hair would flicker gold.
Her hair, that was another issue. She had decided to ask her Aunt if she could cut it. Her Aunt had looked puzzled by the request but agreed to it. Now her hair was much shorter, coming to around her ears instead of her hips. Vegeta had been shocked the next time he had seen her, before nodding in agreement. She also had more conversations with her Uncle, and he was impressed with her progress. He thought it was her trainer's work doing this, but she had decided to show him the truth. He decided one day to stop by and see how she was doing during one of her training sessions. She was doing push ups, a large bag of wieghts on her back. Her trainer looked slightly envious, but Vegeta saw another emotion in his eyes. He was attracted to her.
"Yarena," he aknowledged his presence to them. They looked over to him, waiting. "Power up, I want to see how powerful you have become." Yarena looked bewildered for a moment before shrugging off the wieghts and standing. She stood up, straightened her back and closed her eyes in preparation. Her eyes shot open as her energy shot around her, sending gold rays across the room. Her hair spiked up, her energy condensing around her until it happened. Her eyes stayed turquoise but her hair went from black to gold instantly. Vegeta could only stare at this in awe, her trainer fell over in shock. As quick as the transformation was, it ended. She collapsed on her knees, her hair turning back to its original black color. Sweat dripped down her face, her breathing deeply.
"Tha..that was the...first time...I went...to my max." she said between gasps.
She looked up into the mirror, her eyes locked on her reflection. She stared at the girl in the mirror, a glimmer of fear in her eyes. "Who am I? I'm not a princess, I'm not a normal saiyan, what haven't I done?" she looked out the window, her eyes locking on the training soldiers. Her eyes widened slightly, realising that she had the urge to learn how to fight. Her nervousness about meeting with her uncle vanished as she thought of what to speak to him about. She leaped out of her seat at a knock on the door, surprising her. She fixed the chair and pulled her hair back before opening the door. Her uncle stood on the other side, bandages could be seen from under his royal cape.
"Yarena, may I come in?" he asked. She opened the door all the way and stepped aside, letting him enter. She closed the door before any of the suitors could manage to squeeze into the room. Vegeta had his back to her, looking out the window. "I've been told, that you've locked yourself in here. May I ask why?"
"I've been thinking." she answered. He turned his head slightly, letting her know that he was listening. "I want to be trained as a soldier." she let out. Vegeta was surprised about this, turning around to face her.
"Why?"
"I want to become strong. Like you," she turned away, keeping her eyes to the ground. "The guards in the dining hall were too slow. I was quicker than them but lacked knowledge on how to protect you and myself. I want to be able to protect someone if the need arises." Vegeta stared as for the first time, she opened up to him.
"All saiyans have the urge to learn how to fight. But women aren't supposed to join the men on the battle field."
"But they do, I've seen several," she interrupted. "Please Uncle, this is the only thing I ask of you." she pleaded. He turned away to stare out the window again.
"Alright, I'll get my best trainer to come and train you, you won't speak of this to anyone got it?"
"Yes sir."
"Good," he turned to walk out the door, pausing to rest his hand on her shoulder. "Thank you," he whispered, throwing away his pride for a moment. His hand lifted to his shoulder, unconciously.
"It was my duty." she responded. He nodded and left, leaving a small bit of comfort in her heart. "Yes, it was my duty." she repeated.
***
Yarena had decided that she did NOT like her new trainer. He always kept boasting about the battles he's been in, never actually letting her train to her maximum. Whenever he felt that she was in danger, he would stop her and make her watch him do a few punches and kicks. She got extremely frustrated with this after a week, but she dared not tell Vegeta. He would think that her trainer was pushing her too hard, and would get another with a softer attitude.
Which was why she was sneaking into the training room in the middle of the night. She stretched out and smoothed her training clothes out. A short sleeved, blue, spandex shirt and tight, blue spandex shorts. She had white boots on, but not the gloves. She loosened her muscles out and started going slow, remembering when she had watched her father train. He had only trained in the training room about twice a week but he always had wieghts on his back, shoulders, arms, and legs. That helped him greatly in becoming stronger, but she couldn't xarry wieghts as she learned how to be proper. Besides, the training was a secret between Vegeta and herself. She couldn't carry training wieghts around. So she made up for it, training every night and working harder during the night than in the day(she did NOT want to watch her trainer flex his muscles).
She paused, thinking about her trainer. He seemed really interested in her, almost like he was trying to impress her. It also made alot of sense that he was trying to hold her back from learning the martial arts, he didn't want to become overpowered by a female. She frowned and trained harder, she was going to have a littl chat with her trainer, but she first wanted to be able to beat him first. She trained every night for a month before she realised that her body was changing. She had become slightly more muscular, and when she powered up, her hair would flicker gold.
Her hair, that was another issue. She had decided to ask her Aunt if she could cut it. Her Aunt had looked puzzled by the request but agreed to it. Now her hair was much shorter, coming to around her ears instead of her hips. Vegeta had been shocked the next time he had seen her, before nodding in agreement. She also had more conversations with her Uncle, and he was impressed with her progress. He thought it was her trainer's work doing this, but she had decided to show him the truth. He decided one day to stop by and see how she was doing during one of her training sessions. She was doing push ups, a large bag of wieghts on her back. Her trainer looked slightly envious, but Vegeta saw another emotion in his eyes. He was attracted to her.
"Yarena," he aknowledged his presence to them. They looked over to him, waiting. "Power up, I want to see how powerful you have become." Yarena looked bewildered for a moment before shrugging off the wieghts and standing. She stood up, straightened her back and closed her eyes in preparation. Her eyes shot open as her energy shot around her, sending gold rays across the room. Her hair spiked up, her energy condensing around her until it happened. Her eyes stayed turquoise but her hair went from black to gold instantly. Vegeta could only stare at this in awe, her trainer fell over in shock. As quick as the transformation was, it ended. She collapsed on her knees, her hair turning back to its original black color. Sweat dripped down her face, her breathing deeply.
"Tha..that was the...first time...I went...to my max." she said between gasps.