Chapter
After about 20 minuets, Bra emerged from the shower and looked at her hair in the mirror.
Wow.
She was taken back from the sheer radiance of her natural hair. It was pure pearl white. It shone like a million suns blazing all at once. All light was caught and reflected from it. She looked at her eyes and wished to know why they were blue when her father's eyes were coal black. But just as she spoke her eyes became light and yet heavy. Her eyes teared against her will and forced her to close them tightly. Eventually her eyes became normal again to see a dramatic change. Her eyes were no longer sapphire blue. They were now deep pools of coal, black oceans and emotions. Her skin was still pale but she didn't mind that. Why had her eyes changed? Her mother couldn't be at the root of her eye colour surely. But wait. What did her father say?
"Because a Saiyan woman enters her first heat at 21 moons. And the next moon is in a few months."
Yes, that is what he said.
When Bulla came into heat, she became tipsy but before it her skin became darker. Could she be affected by her heat before it even happens? That would explain her eyes.
Bra turned to her wardrobe to ponder on the spot. She was a royal Saiyan now. She must dress like one.
She frantically threw her 'unworthy' clothes onto her bed, which consisted of her entire wardrobe.
Dam she didn't have anything to wear. They wear all black tank tops and jumpers or jeans. They were hardly appropriate anymore. She went downstairs in her dressing gown and saw her father about to leave the house. Probably to train in the GR. Not before she stopped him though.
"Sire?"
"Yes whoa...?"
"father I need some new clothes. I need, Saiyan clothes. Can you help me?"
Vegeta didn't answer her. he simple walked up to her and stood, staring at her.
"Oh my Princess, you are beautiful." A single tear left the Saiyan Prince before he took her hand and led her upstairs. They entered his room and he sat her down. "wait right here." He vanished before returning with a huge machine like box. It had a panel on the front so it must be one of Bulma's inventions.
"What is that?"
"This, this is a machine I made the woman make me. I simply think what kind of clothes I want and it makes them from my memory." Vegeta placed it down and put his hands on the panel. "do you wish to dress like a true Saiyan princess?"
"yes father I do!" her excitement was as apparent as her eagerness. Vegeta closed his eyes and the sound of processing soon followed. Bra watched from the bed as Vegeta opened his eyes and smile at something behind the machine. She vanished behind it and returned with something in his hands.
"Here. Put this on. My mother...your grandmother wore this..." the Prince held before her a long, crimson dress. It was full sleeved and had lace on the cuffs and the very ends of the fabric. Even the collar was a white lace. The main part of the dress however was pure, velvet crimson. Like a dark blood red but deeper. It did at first appear to her that it was velvet, but when she touched it, it felt like silk. She took the dress from her father and left to her room. She returned wearing it in pride. She took one step in the room before she felt light again. She new what had changed this time when she saw long, perfect white locks cover her sight. She cast her gaze to the mirror and saw her hair had indeed grown, it now reached her lower back with ho problem. Now able to see herself, she saw how well the dress suited her. it clung perfectly to her every curve and even though it looked extremely classy, it gave off a lot of cleavage that she didn't know she had.She turned to her father who looked close to tears.
"You look, you look." He ran at her and held her tightly. "Like my mother..." Vegeta trailed off into constant sobbing. Bra didn't know what to say. Vegeta had just told her that she looked like his dead mother. The same mother that he lost as a very young child. That must be why he is crying.
She needed no words to calm him. She placed her smooth hands to his face and looked into his eyes. He opened them to gaze into her eyes. They looked so real. It was as if he was back on planet Vegeta. When his mother held his face in her hands and gave him the last show of love he would feel for many moons to come. He began to cry as he recalled being pried from his mother's arms and thrown onto Freeza's ship. He remembered looking out of the window and watching his planet disintegrate, along with the only woman who had ever loved him, his mother. When he came back to reality he was laid on the bed. He turned to see his mother lying over him with a cloth. She smiled lovingly at him and dried his face and eyes.
"Shush now my king. Do you want your mate to see you like this?"
King? Had she called him king? Wait, this wasn't his mother. She had no tail. And his mother was dead. His memories returned to him and he remembered that the woman caring for him was not his mother, but his daughter.
"There, there. All better." She was so nurturing, like a true female Saiyan. They never fought like the men because they were too weak. The only reason the male Saiyans were affected by them was because no matter what, their mothers, wives and daughters would always care for them and love them. They were so kind.
"So kind..."
"Sorry?"
"N, nothing."
"Very well. Father? You called me mother. While you were sobbing. You cried out to me, asked me to stay with you. You asked me...not to die. Why?"
"My mother died and I was powerless to stop it. Our home planet was destroyed with her on it. You look so much like her. I thought you were her... for a moment." Vegeta got to his feet and went back over to the machine. She simply watched as he mass produced the same dress in every colour of the rainbow. Including black and white. The last outfit he made was an odd one. It was made of spandex and was a lot like his usually ones. But it was a short, none sleeved dress. It came from her shoulders to her upper thigh. It would be very revealing. There were boots to go with it too, but they were obviously smaller then his.
"You will need this one to train in." he carried the pile of clothes and placed them in her room. "Put these in your wardrobe and... meet me downstairs." He turned to leave but couldn't take his eyes off her. Instead of going downstairs he watched her from the hallway.
She even moved like a she-Saiyan.
When she had finished, Bra joined her father and they went downstairs. Vegeta paused and bowed, allowing her to go first. She smiled and curtsied him before descending downstairs. She turned to see him right behind her. He seemed to not want to let her out of his sights.
"I wish for everyone to meet you, now that you are a true Princess." Before she could respond Vegeta took her off her feet and carried her out the door. Princess style.
Chapter
The cool air flowed through her long hair. She had never had long hair before and always thought it to be impractical. But now, the wind coursing through her hair made her feel alive. She would have flown herself if Vegeta hadn't have been holding her so tightly.
"Father? Where are we going?" Vegeta turned to her, still in awe.
"To our subjects. First Kakarott and his harpy, then his brats, then, wait!" Vegeta paused and turned back to the house. "The woman is having a sort of reunion thing tonight, everyone will be there. I can use the rest of the day to teach you how to act, like a Princess."
They were soon back and he dropped her to her feet. Vegeta paused only to take her hand and drag her upstairs. Once back in his room he made her another dress through the machine. This one was very different. It was the same basic shape as the others but it had no lace. It was a low neck, enchanted blue, silk dress that would cover her feet and trail behind her. Bra gasped at it. It looked like something that Walt Disney would have made sleeping beauty wear, but more grand. Vegeta took it into her room and she followed. He hung it up and motioned for her to take a seat next to him on her bed. She did so and he gently smacked her legs.
"do not sit like that! Put your knees together and tuck your legs to one side. and for the gods sake, do not cross your legs. Keep the closed though. Sit up straight and smile at all times." Bra frantically changed her posture and grinned. "Oh my sweat Queen! Wipe that thing off your face!"
"What off my face?"
"That thing that makes you look like that fool Kakarott. That that grin."
"Should I frown or maybe I should scowl."
"NO! Did you hear me? I said smile at all times!"
"how? How, teach me please!" Vegeta was about to flip when he saw how nervous and distressed she had become. He had wound her up and pressured her into a frenzy. He took a deep breath and began again.
"you have to smile, not grin. Smile...sweetly. do you remember how the woman smiled when I told her I loved her last week and she almost cried? Like that but not as weak and more, dignified. Try it." Bra tried to do as she was told but ended up looking constipated. After a few of Vegetas worried looks she managed it. He smirked at her when she smiled like a true Saiyan woman should. Sweetly yet strong.
"That's it; practice it while I tell the woman not to cancel it. She was going to, but she isn't as of now!" Vegeta almost ran out of the room and Bra went over to her dressing table. She practised her smile in the mirror. She assumed that Vegeta would be barking orders at Bulla and not telling her why. She smiled inwardly as she tried to process the sheer magnitude of what had happened to her in that one day. She had been told she would come into heat soon, that she is full Saiyan, she would receive the training she truly wanted since she was old enough to want anything, that she was a look alike to Vegeta's mother and that she was loved by him. He may tell her his feelings the most but Vegeta never told anyone that he loved them normally, so you had to appreciate it when he did.
With Vegeta...
"yes. That is what I said woman. You are to call everyone and tell them that you are not going to that meeting. You will be here and I meen soon."
"Vegeta! You can not just demand me to..."
"not only can I do what I want. But it is not for me I do this."
"really? You are doing something for someone else? are you ill?"
"I will let that one slide for now woman. And I do this for our full blooded Saiyan Princess, she knows and has begun to change due to the approach of her 21st moon. Don't ask what that is and do as I ask. NOW!" Vegeta slammed the phone down and hurried back to his daughter. He hated every moment away from her.
I have been given the things I have always wanted. A full blooded heir and a second chance. My mother has been returned to me in the form of my daughter. I failed her the last time, but I will not fail her again. Never again...
As Vegeta walked back into Bra's room he was taken back. She turned her head to face him as he entered. Her long snow, soft hair elegantly waved with the breeze from the open window. She moved to face him slowly, her now perfected smile radiating from her face. Her legs were together and tucked to one side and she raised her hands towards him. before he realised what he was doing he had entered her warm, loving embrace. He rested his head sideways on her bosom and closed his eyes. He had knelt on one knee and fallen into her. He wrapped his arms around her and went limp against her. Bra stroked his rebellious hair and used one hand to raise his face to her. She continued to smile but was very confused. Vegeta always insisted to be head above everyone at all times. And here he was, knelt on one knee and with his head bowed lower than hers.
"father? Please don't lower yourself to me. I simply wanted to take your hands, not your pride."
She even spoke like my mother...
"I bow and lower my pride for you through choice. It is how it should be. Men always show their respect to the females of their race in such a way. It is natural and almost automatic. I have farced the woman to make the party earlier and she will be home soon. Your natural behaviour is changing, you aer maturing. So I need not teach you anymore. Why don't you bathe and freshen up. I will call you when you need to get ready."
"Thank you father."
"You are welcome your highness."
"Father please doesn't."
"I will do as I feel is right. Now bathe."
"Yes father." Bra took her self to her bathroom and stripped down. She put a towel around her and hung her dress up. Her father had left so she went back to have a long bathe. She used this time to think.
Why have I changed so rapidly? Is this how I am meant to act now that I am maturing? It feels so, different and yet, so right. I like this change. I do not feel so angry anymore. I still feel the same and have the same opinion as before. But. I don't feel the same. Oh well. It is natural. However I will never get used to Vegeta acting like that around me. OH MY GODS! I just called him Vegeta. I will have to watch that. I will never call him that aloud. It is disrespectful.
Her thoughts were interrupted buy a knocking on the door.
"Cellina? It is time to get dressed."
"Father?"
"Yes?"
"What did you just call me?"
"...Cellina. Oh right. It is your Saiyan name. It is what your grandmother was called. And before you say it, you are worthy of her name. The men in our family take on their father's name and the woman in our family take on their mother's name. So you should be called Cellina as that is the Royal female Saiyan name. No arguments. Now hurry up."
Bra had been getting ready and dried as her father had been explaining himself. She entered her room to see her father on the bed waiting. His stern face melted into a look of numinous as he saw her face. She had washed her hair and looked fresh from her latest change. Bra saw her fathers eyes look down her and she followed her gaze. She was shocked to see that she had an extra feature to her body than what she had before her bath. She had grown a long white tail, smooth, along with the rest of her body.
"Well, you are fully changed now then. Come, I have something else for you." Bra looked up to her father and smiled at him. He restrained himself from going to her again. She was after all naked other than the flimsy towel she held to her. Her smile just made him want to run to her feet.
"May I dry first?" He stood up and turned away from her. After dying her self she took the long, royal blue gown from its hanger and slipped it over her head allowing it to glide down her like the silk it was made from. She then put on some blue underwear to match and blushed as she had forgotten her bra. Her father turned in time to stop her.
"Erm. Don't, you don't need. I mean. Ok do not laugh at me because this is embarrassing enough for me to say. You have a natural 'lift' now so you no longer need a bra so, don't put one on." Vegeta blushed at his comment but she understood and pursued it no further.
"Very well. It will feel odd, but I will get used to it." He looked up at her and gawked at her. This dress pronounced her perfect body even more than the last dress. The silk of the dress made her form look naked other than the fact that she was covered up.
"Thank gods we are not on planet Vegeta. In my day, woman as beautiful as you were escorted by at least three, female body guards at all times. Trust me; the male population could not be trusted. I would need 20 body guards to protect you and I would have to be there just to ensure your safety."
"I will take that as a complement." She smiled as him and this time he could not resist. He fell to his knees and bowed his head. She placed her delicate hands on his cheeks and brought him to his feet. He looked at her hair and he powered up slightly. He radiated his Ki and dried her wet hair. Her hair made her look intensified by at least 10. Her full hair flowed next to her face and shoulders.
"Make that 40 guards and a battalion of gay men." She playfully tapped his chest and smirked. Vegeta took her hands and led her to the bed. "Now you will need no makeup so do not wear any. It will not suit you. And here is the finishing touch." Vegeta held out a huge Sapphire gem incrusted into a Golden pendant, with a delicate yet strong chain. He tied it around her neck and kissed her forehead. "I love you. I am so proud of you." She kissed him back and he melted with her into a loving hug.
"I love you too father."
"Never forget I love you. And, read the inscription on the pendant." Bra turned it over and saw many names. Although they were all the same. Cellina. But they had numbers next to them.
Cellina
Cellina
Cellina
Cellina.
All the way to
XXX Celina.
"The last one is you. Cellina the 30th. The 30th Cellina in the Royal lineage."
"How did you get this? Was this..." Bra trailed off realising who this must have belonged to.
"Yes it was. It was my mothers. She was to pass it down to her daughter. But she did not have the chance to conceive one. So now by birth right it is yours."
"Father. Thank you."
"Your guests are waiting. I will leave you to straighten up and Cellina. Make a good impression for our race."
"I will father."
"I trust you will." With that Vegeta left her room. She gathered her thoughts as she brushed her hair. She stroked her pendant and smiled. She took a deep breath and left her room to descend down the stairs elegantly. She wore stylish blue sandals so she could move with ease. Besides, her feet were covered anyway, so no one would be able to see.
As she got half way down the stairs she saw the entire Z gang in her living room, kitchen and doorway. They all were silenced by her entrance and gawked her in the same way Vegeta had. Her nervous expression changed to the smile she used on Vegeta and she saw everyone's eyes melt. What shocked her most was what every part, half and full Saiyan did next. Vegeta, Trunks, Bulla, Goku, Gohan, Goten and even Pan dropped to their feet and lowered their heads to her. They looked to the ground and did not move. She continued to glide down the stairs, conscious of the others gazes and walked over to her father. She placed her hands on his face again and brought him to his feet. She gave him a warm smile before moving over to Goku. She put one hand on his chin and brought him to his feet. He looked as affected by her as her father was. She floated past him to Gohan and did the same action. Then Pan, then Bulla and then Trunks.
"Please. Do not lower your faces to me. I wish to see your eyes." She smiled around the room and Piccolo came at hr first. He bowed. When he stood up straight again he held his hand out to her. She took it and elegantly curtsied. As she stood tall again Piccolo moved aside to be replaced by Tien. The same actions took place and he was then replaced by Yamcha and his son. Then Chi Chi, Bulma and Videl came to her. They curtsied first and then so did she. It was like some sort of ritual and every one took part. However when Krillin came to her, she smiled down on him. He looked up at her and took her hand. Because of his size she did not need to raise her hand very far. She turned to the couch and took a large cushion. She placed in on the floor and kneeled on it. She then bowed her head in unison with Krillin. When Krillin left Vegeta appeared and took her hand. He raised her to her feet and kissed her hands.
"Make that 2 battalions." She smiled and he bowed his head. Her tail waved behind her gracefully and showed her calm mood.
This wasn't going so bad after all...
