The History of Nefleign

The young girl was sleeping peacefully. Very strange for a Saiyan baby. Plenthor looked at the quiet child, then looked to the other babies who gave him quite a headache. 'I think we should give this one a calm name, Malaka.'

'That may or may not be a good idea, Plenthor.' He said, looking away from the computer. 'I mean she may try to kill us all when she grows up. All of these kids are probably going to end up dead.' The lizard-like creature gestured around the room. 'Have you checked the kid's power level lately? It's huge. Completely above average.'

'So be it. But for now lets just assume she'll follow rules. What will she be called?'

'Fine, how about Nefleign?'

'The calmest star in the galaxy? Excellent idea Malaka. Nefleign it is.'

'I just hope we won't have to fear the name.'

6 years later…

'Nefleign! Do your chores already!' Plenthor looked at the girl, who was currently lounging around doing nothing.

'I don't wanna! Invader Zim is on!' Nefleign looked at the TV, which was showing a little dog-thing saying doom over and over again to an annoying little tune.

'At least go train with Kylara. You want to be strong… don't you?'

'Why bother to train when I already know I can kill anyone in this old dump. Especially that itty-bitty infant, despite the fact that she trains 24/6 and 1/2'

Plenthor sighs, knowing she's right. He watches her get up during a commercial break to get something to eat, and then sit back down with some sort of food that came out of the fridge. He left the room to the front area just as a man walked into the door. He was tall, wearing a royal saiyan uniform, and a bronze cape. Anyone could tell by the first glance that he was one of the strongest people on the planet. He spoke, his deep voice loud and semi-pleasant.

'Plenthor. I wish to have a new recruit for my son's training crew. I trust you have some soldiers?'

'King Vegeta! Yes, I have two. But that's it. I'll go get one of them. Nefleign!' Plenthor yelled for the disobeying girl. Only calling her because he knew she was stronger at the time and REALLY wanted to get rid of her. She was just too much trouble for an old guy like him. In fact, he considered quitting a few times because he was just getting too old to take care of her.

'Her? Nefleign? Ugh. A girl named after the calmest star.'

'What do you want? I told you, I'm busy. Can this wait another six hours?'

King Vegeta raised an eyebrow, 'Of course, she COULD be useful after all.' He smirked.

'No! Stop eating and come here NOW! You're going to leave here with someone.'

In the other room, Nefleign almost jumped for joy and ran to the door. But then she decided she wouldn't give Plenthor the pleasure of knowing that he annoyed the hell out of her. So she crossed her arms and SLOWELY walked to the door.

The King and Plenthor waited patiently as the grumbling girl finally reached them. The fur on her tail was sticking partially up, showing she was angry. 'Oh, a big bad Saiyan man. How utterly unimpressive.'

'Nefleign! Don't speak about King Vegeta in that manner.' She just rolled her eyes at him.

'It'll be fine Plenthor. She'll be regretting that in her time. Come, girl.' He snickered at Nefleign's disobedient face, turned, and left the building. Nefleign stomped after making foot imprints in the ground about an inch deep.

Plenthor sighs, 'That kid'll be dead before the week is over.'

King Vegeta opened the door to the training hall and automatically expected the young Saiyan behind him to walk through. She just glared down the hall as if she wanted nothing to do with it. Getting tired of waiting he just shoved her through and said, 'Go down to the fifth door and meet my son, girl, you'll be starting as soon as you two know each other.'

She gave him a short glare and looked down the hall. 'Stop calling me "girl". My name is Nefleign. I mean it.' She walked down the hall not giving the King another regard.

He smirks, 'Yep, she'll get along with him well.' He closed the door and left to take care of whatever Kingly Saiyan business King saiyans have to take care of.

Nefleign walked down the hall, not know how to count, looking for the first room that wasn't empty. She didn't know why she was listening to this guy. She never really liked the sound of listening anyway. But she decided that she wanted to know this other kid after all. He sounded like a real special know-it-all. Also, she wondered what she was going to start. Hopefully fighting. She couldn't stand training endlessly alone. She wanted to kick someone's butt. But that old coot called Plenthor wouldn't allow her into tournaments. She peeked inside one door and witnessed this young boy, about fourteen, with spiky hair, fighting these imp-like things. There were six. As she watched, all six of them pounced at the boy. But he was so fast that he dodged them easily without trying. Once again surrounded by the imps he let loose enough energy that knocked them into the wall. As an ending attack he destroyed them one at a time with a small energy beam. Watching him made her a little angry, 'Yep, since he looks practically just like that man, it seems that he is just some battle know-it-all and can only fights imp-things and nothing real-like. He should know that those weren't real. I should talk to him about it.' She watched the boy take a towel from the wall and wipe off the few beads of sweat that had formed on his forehead. Tired of waiting she called out, 'Hey you! Towel-boy! Yeah, I'm talking to you. Look at me. Heellloooo? By the door you half-witted idiot.' He growled at her but refused to look at her. 'Hey! I wasn't sent here to be ignored, I was sent here to get introduced, God knows why, to you and you'd better know my name by the time I come over to you or you'll be in real trouble. It's Nefleign. I'm coming in!' She did as she said and stomped right up behind him. Still ignoring her he put the towel back and turned to leave the room. She was right in front of him giving a glare as bad, if not worse, than his father's. He jumped back, startled. 'I warned you. Now if you can say my name right now I'll refrain from kicking your lousy half-witted saiyan **s right through that door and into the gutter where you belong!' She had some guts.

'How dare you talk to the Prince like that. I shouldn't even be talking to you. And it isn't like you could even touch me so I don't need to know your name anyhow. Now if you were sent here by my father like you said you should at least have an ounce of manners in you. Only if you tell my politely and stop trying to insult my honor and pride than I will be on even terms with yo..' He couldn't even finish. Next thing he knew was that he was hoisted into the air by the small six-year-old and was dangling three inches off the ground. She glared at him again.

'Don't mess with me, I'm not in the mood!'

Decided that he didn't want to waste valuable training time he glared back and muttered her name, just so he could get down. Brushing himself off he actually looked at her for the first time. She looked like a fair opponent. She even wore a male saiyan training uniform. Her black hair resembled his in a way but was more spread out and with the exception of a few stray bangs. Her tail hinted at possible power. 'My name's Vegeta. Don't forget it. If you don't, I won't forget yours and we can be on even terms. Got it?'

'I don't make promises.' She frowned and brushed herself off. 'Lets just starts what we have to start and get it over with.

'Okay then. I'm going to be stuck with you until I die so be nice. I'm supposed to boss you around, not the other way, remember?'

'Whatever.'

Vegeta smirked, she's gonna be difficult.