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Vegeta sat quietly outside.
His legs folded and his arms crossed tightly over his chest. He was consumed by tides of thought.
Over a decade had passed since his only daughter had gone Super Saiyan on that stormy night. Inevitably this had changed Vegeta's mind that females could not harness the power to transform. But Vegeta had carried an angered feeling deep inside.
How badly he wanted to train Bra!
She was able to beat Goku's youngest Goten at transforming. Bra was only the tender young age of four human years. She had surpassed a major feat over any female Saiyan Warrior. Yet she was not even aware of this.
Vegeta often found himself thinking back to that night, the blinding flicker that Vegeta was so used to now. Almost every Saiyan being who was left living to this day in age had the ability, besides Pan.
Suddenly, Vegeta's eyes widened at the prospect, perhaps Pan had the ability also, just as Bra had.
A determination deep within Vegeta began to stir about mixed emotions he wanted his Heiress to be capable of Proving Worthy, her Royal Heritage, for the Royal Blood rushing throughout her Veins, and for her predecessors Reputations that had been built up through the generations.
Though Bra's age in time was far different from the ages of the Late Saiyan Generations.
She wouldn't be mated to another Royal Descendant for the pure reason of ensuring the Blood Line carries on, and she certainly wouldn't be one of a few hundred wives, a Saiyan King could have had during his Rein to make his Blood Line certain, of a few hundred Heirs.
For which Vegeta was thankful.
How often his mind wondered back to the old ways, one main Royal Family being Vegeta's Blood Line, and a whole heap of Sub Royal Families waiting to sneak in at the most opportune moment to rein Sovereign.
Times were indeed cruel back then.
It made Vegeta cringe at how Bra would have been treated back then, especially since she was of Royal Heritage. The reality of Royal Female Treatment was some what disturbing.
Born to be enslaved, though Living like Queens, each and everyone of them would have to have been Mated for Life, and left to raise what offspring she would have bore, only to give them up, and lose them. They were mere memories only remembered through the ages by what very little the offspring could gather and recall.
Once her King was gone, she was no more.
Tossed aside, like unwanted cargo to make way for the newer and fresher. The Predeceased Queens and Princesses were subjected to be Maids for the up and coming Queens and Princesses.
A vicious cycle which saw the Deaths of many Female Royals.
This made Vegeta wonder often about his Mother. She would have been no different from the many other Female Royals.
But Bra would have been spectacular back then.
She would have more then likely be given the Highest of Power, having the capability of Over-Ruling her King at any moment purely for her Ranking within the Fighting Status.
A Female Super-Saiyan.
She would have been the One and Only Mate of the most Savage of Kings.
A Princess many a Male Royalty would have wanted to get mated with.
A small vein burst to the surface of Vegeta's left temple as it often did, when his thoughts carried him to the old ways, and Bra.
But that night, every day since had been different it had been a little more curious just as Bra grew more and more curious every day.
Her outfits were more revealing, her mouth was more defensive. And there were certainly too many other eyes who had noticed this. Leaving Vegeta feeling angered and uncomfortable with the amount of time a glance would linger from some strange boy.
The vein once again increased upon Vegeta's temple, to the point where it almost had its own pulse.
One to hardly delve in on his daughter's private affairs, excluding boys, Vegeta only had one person he could turn to for answers. And it lay upon his dear Wife Bulma.
For the Life of him, he would have never Traded Bulma up for any other to be his Queen. Vegeta at times felt like he had maybe made a mistake. Especially when Bulma unleashed a torrent of anger and perhaps a little hatred for all the so called Annoying things he'd done.
But they always seemed to pass.
Bulma would tell Vegeta anything he wanted to know about Bra, and she was also content to listen to Vegeta's ranting and raving about perhaps locking her away, until she was old enough for teenage boys to leave her alone.
But once Vegeta mentioned the words fight, train, spar or self-defense in the same sentence as their Daughter's name, Bulma would fly off the handle, and occasionally fume at such a prospect.
She always used the same tactical argument against Vegeta's wishes. Such as Trunks from the future being the only child they ever had in another timeline, Trunks being trained so much giving him less and less time to get ready to become the President of Capsule Corp, and Bra not really wanting to fight. Since she already had her Brother and Father for protection.
With this, Vegeta usually gave in. Only for the day, or at least until he brought back the next proposal.
Vegeta had to think of another and fast.
Every day that ticked by, was a day further from the incident. No doubt it was becoming less, and less fresh in Bra's mind if it was still there at all.
Vegeta wanted Bra to come to the realization about what she really was, beneath the technology, the scientific equations, the make-up, fashion and her human heritage.
It was about time Bra learnt what she truly was. What she truly could have been. And what she meant to the Saiyan Race. Ascending the Pinnacle of the Ultimate Saiyan Dream and Power was no easy task.
Such an accomplishment would be disheartening to see go to waste.
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Vegeta sat quietly outside.
His legs folded and his arms crossed tightly over his chest. He was consumed by tides of thought.
Over a decade had passed since his only daughter had gone Super Saiyan on that stormy night. Inevitably this had changed Vegeta's mind that females could not harness the power to transform. But Vegeta had carried an angered feeling deep inside.
How badly he wanted to train Bra!
She was able to beat Goku's youngest Goten at transforming. Bra was only the tender young age of four human years. She had surpassed a major feat over any female Saiyan Warrior. Yet she was not even aware of this.
Vegeta often found himself thinking back to that night, the blinding flicker that Vegeta was so used to now. Almost every Saiyan being who was left living to this day in age had the ability, besides Pan.
Suddenly, Vegeta's eyes widened at the prospect, perhaps Pan had the ability also, just as Bra had.
A determination deep within Vegeta began to stir about mixed emotions he wanted his Heiress to be capable of Proving Worthy, her Royal Heritage, for the Royal Blood rushing throughout her Veins, and for her predecessors Reputations that had been built up through the generations.
Though Bra's age in time was far different from the ages of the Late Saiyan Generations.
She wouldn't be mated to another Royal Descendant for the pure reason of ensuring the Blood Line carries on, and she certainly wouldn't be one of a few hundred wives, a Saiyan King could have had during his Rein to make his Blood Line certain, of a few hundred Heirs.
For which Vegeta was thankful.
How often his mind wondered back to the old ways, one main Royal Family being Vegeta's Blood Line, and a whole heap of Sub Royal Families waiting to sneak in at the most opportune moment to rein Sovereign.
Times were indeed cruel back then.
It made Vegeta cringe at how Bra would have been treated back then, especially since she was of Royal Heritage. The reality of Royal Female Treatment was some what disturbing.
Born to be enslaved, though Living like Queens, each and everyone of them would have to have been Mated for Life, and left to raise what offspring she would have bore, only to give them up, and lose them. They were mere memories only remembered through the ages by what very little the offspring could gather and recall.
Once her King was gone, she was no more.
Tossed aside, like unwanted cargo to make way for the newer and fresher. The Predeceased Queens and Princesses were subjected to be Maids for the up and coming Queens and Princesses.
A vicious cycle which saw the Deaths of many Female Royals.
This made Vegeta wonder often about his Mother. She would have been no different from the many other Female Royals.
But Bra would have been spectacular back then.
She would have more then likely be given the Highest of Power, having the capability of Over-Ruling her King at any moment purely for her Ranking within the Fighting Status.
A Female Super-Saiyan.
She would have been the One and Only Mate of the most Savage of Kings.
A Princess many a Male Royalty would have wanted to get mated with.
A small vein burst to the surface of Vegeta's left temple as it often did, when his thoughts carried him to the old ways, and Bra.
But that night, every day since had been different it had been a little more curious just as Bra grew more and more curious every day.
Her outfits were more revealing, her mouth was more defensive. And there were certainly too many other eyes who had noticed this. Leaving Vegeta feeling angered and uncomfortable with the amount of time a glance would linger from some strange boy.
The vein once again increased upon Vegeta's temple, to the point where it almost had its own pulse.
One to hardly delve in on his daughter's private affairs, excluding boys, Vegeta only had one person he could turn to for answers. And it lay upon his dear Wife Bulma.
For the Life of him, he would have never Traded Bulma up for any other to be his Queen. Vegeta at times felt like he had maybe made a mistake. Especially when Bulma unleashed a torrent of anger and perhaps a little hatred for all the so called Annoying things he'd done.
But they always seemed to pass.
Bulma would tell Vegeta anything he wanted to know about Bra, and she was also content to listen to Vegeta's ranting and raving about perhaps locking her away, until she was old enough for teenage boys to leave her alone.
But once Vegeta mentioned the words fight, train, spar or self-defense in the same sentence as their Daughter's name, Bulma would fly off the handle, and occasionally fume at such a prospect.
She always used the same tactical argument against Vegeta's wishes. Such as Trunks from the future being the only child they ever had in another timeline, Trunks being trained so much giving him less and less time to get ready to become the President of Capsule Corp, and Bra not really wanting to fight. Since she already had her Brother and Father for protection.
With this, Vegeta usually gave in. Only for the day, or at least until he brought back the next proposal.
Vegeta had to think of another and fast.
Every day that ticked by, was a day further from the incident. No doubt it was becoming less, and less fresh in Bra's mind if it was still there at all.
Vegeta wanted Bra to come to the realization about what she really was, beneath the technology, the scientific equations, the make-up, fashion and her human heritage.
It was about time Bra learnt what she truly was. What she truly could have been. And what she meant to the Saiyan Race. Ascending the Pinnacle of the Ultimate Saiyan Dream and Power was no easy task.
Such an accomplishment would be disheartening to see go to waste.