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"Phew!" Goku exclaimed as he dropped down to the ground below him. Today was... tiring. He'd given the girls a grand tour of the castle, careful to avoid the aggravated prince, and had to carry a tired ChiChi one-third of the way! Damn jet-lag. But at least he could relax for a while; he also found an oh-so clever way to make sure he knew where the girls were at.
"Son-kun! Put this barrier down now!" Bulma groused as she continuously poked and prodded the spherical ki-barrier that she, 18 and ChiChi were at the moment trapped in. If only she was stronger! Only then, would she be able to get out of this bubble-like thing.
Goku gave her a goofy grin as he closed his eyes. "No can do B-chan," he said. "You've gotta stay in there so you don't run off again!"
"But why Chi or 18?" she asked. She, being a scientist and all, had to go off and explore more of this Saiyan world. It was like an instinct. But, ChiChi found everything but the kitchen boring; Juu only found the fighting facility amusing. Figures, she's like a manmade killing machine!
Goku shrugged. He just wished that his blue haired pupil could just handle the situation like ChiChi and 18. The two aforementioned women were merely sitting in the barrier, legs crossed, just watching the Earth princess pace around in boredom. He shook his head as he propped himself up in a sitting position, so much for relaxing.
He got up on his knees before cupping his chin with his hand. Hmm... Should I let them out? He could let 18 and his mate out, but definitely not Bulma. She'd probably run all over the palace and most likely run into Vegeta. And if that happened, Vegeta-sei would have been promptly introduced to the second gate of Hell.
"KAKAROT!"
Goku winced. I stand corrected; the poor planet was just about to see it.
Out of nowhere came Vegeta, looking as pissed as ever. Goku would've stiffened at the sight, but apparently, his prince brought his little sister with him.Guess he didn't know where to put her. He thought. Looking back at the glowering prince, Goku instinctively put his hands up in defense.
"Vegeta," he started. "Let's not do anything we'll regret," he began taking steps back as his prince's ki began to grow. "I just wanted to show them around and—" His face met the ground below as he heard a growl emit from his angered prince.
"How dare you defy my orders? I should have your head ripped from your neck and stabbed successively before hanging it on a pike for all of Vegeta-sei to appreciate!" he roared.
Luckily, the young princess was able to cover her ears in time to muffle out any words she might pick up from her brother. Even though no coarse language was spoken, the little girl was just seven years old. Besides, without all of the death threats and bad language, her brother looked pretty funny whenever he was angry.
Uncovering her ears, her eyes gazed at the scenery around them. Tall, palm-like trees surrounded the area to shape a square and wild flowers covered almostevery inch of the evergreen grass she stood upon. Her tail waved gleefully behind her as her eyes sparkled in delight and curiosity. She'd never seen this part of the kingdom. Hell, she'd never been allowed outside the east wing!
Her attention was brought back when she heard her name being called. Looking to her right, she saw that blue haired woman and her two weird friends trapped in what looked like—a bubble? Raising a curious brow, she quietly walked out from her side next to her raging brother and towards the weird barrier.
By the time she got there, the blue woman started talking in that inconsistent language of hers. Doesn't this woman know basic Saiyago? Shaking her head in frustration, the young seven year old started scolding the Earth princess in her language.
"Do you not speak Saiyago? I thought KaKa-kun already taught you to speak the language, did he not? Why aren't you responding!" she flustered as her face began to glow red when her only reply was a simple tilt of the head.
It was exactly like teaching an infant to speak! Celipa rubbed her face in frustration as a scowl showed on her childish face. And this woman dare calls herself a scientist with such gratification in her voice? She scoffed. I think not! Choosing to change her language, she said, "Why are you in there?" as best she could in English.
Unfortunately for her, the message came across as, "Y r ou n' dere?" But thankfully for Bulma, she understood the words perfectly.
"Celipa! Goku put me, Chi, and 18 in here. Do you think you could get us out?" Her being a well-known scientist and politician (as well as being raised a spoiled brat), she was good at convincing people into getting her what she wanted.
The little girl didn't respond for a while, until she saw a shadow cover her body. Looking over her shoulder the saiyan princess delivered a look of fear. Going down on her knees she bowed down to the man in front of her with her hands partially covering her head.
"K—King Vegeta," she stuttered. Ever since the day she was born, her fath—ahem—King has always held a deep hatred for her because she was born of a filthy concubine, thus tainting the royal bloodline.
The worst part was, the saiyan killed the concubine that gave birth to her, but spared the young girl, thus she spent her life living in fear that the saiyan ruler would kill her any day, any minute, any second. Now death would only relieve this girl from the hell she's in, but what fun would that be for the King?
"Why are you here, child?" the king said gruffly, crossing his arms over his chest. He looked down upon the young saiyan with unconcealed disdain. The looks never went unnoticed by the girl, and this time was no different.
"The P—Prince Vegeta brought me along with him, m—my King." She said looking down at the ground beneath her.
She dared a look in the direction of the king's face and was met with a degrading sneer; she quickly looked away, tears quickly filling her eyes.
"Get up, your dirtying the floor with your petty tears." said the king. Celipa's teeth gnashed and, fear evaporating, she shot up from her bowed position on the floor and reappeared in front of the king, her nose inches from his, as she hovered slightly.
"Quit it." Her voice was deathly calm, having a hidden malice that should not have been laced into it.
"What?" came the reply from the king.
"Looking down on me, I'm tired of it. You blame me for your mistakes, and refer to me as one of them, all just because you couldn't keep your dick in check. Quit it."
"Your mother was a whore," the king seethed, "nothing more, and possibly something less. You don't have a right to any respect from me; you were born of a slut."
"I am your child nonetheless. It is you whom has no right to treat me the way you do."
"You are no child of mine, you are a cowar—"
The solid smack of skin against skin resounded throughout the room, making all eyes turn to the otherwise unnoticed conflict, wide in terror and shock. The King staggered back. A small trail of blood slowly trickled from the corner of his mouth was hastily wiped away with a gloved hand. Celipa's clenched fist was tainted with blood.
"I am no coward. I will not bow to you any longer. I will not deteriorate my pride any further, I'm done." She hissed closing her eyes.
There was a muffled clapping sound, like hands clapping, hands—hands wrapped in gloves. Celipa opened her eyes wide to the view of her father, clapping slowly. A gracefully proud smirk, adorning his features. "Finally." Said the mighty ruler of the saiyans
"Finally, you have showed some backbone." He ceased his clapping, turned to leave. Before he made it to the door he looked over his shoulder; "I'm proud of you." He walked out.
Celipa was surprised to say the least. Never had the King acknowledged any good she had done.
"There was a reason he treated you the way he did." A voice cooed in her head.
Perhaps... The young princess thought, her gaze lingering at where her father left. Does this mean that everything her father did, all the shit he's thrown her way, was to make her stronger? Was to make her show some pride? Celipa's tail swung down as her arms sagged forward. If it was, then it was hell.
"Celipa," A gruff voice grunted.
Slightly turning her head, her innocent, milk chocolate eyes looked up at her older brother for a second, before turning away to nod at the ground. Before the Prince could say anything more, the young girl ran towards the door and slammed it as she went out; leaving five pairs of eyes to stare at where she previously stood.
Celipa... Vegeta thought with narrowed eyes. His father just praised his daughter, one that he always neglected and downgraded, for showing some saiyan pride for the first time in the seven years she has lived for. He crossed his arms as his stance stiffened.
Something was up.
It had to be, it was the only solution. Why would his father decide now to treat his daughter, the princess, fairly after treating her like shit and giving her life something worth ending? No, not even. The Saiyan Prince growled. He has to keep a close eye on his sister from now on.
Coming back to the situation at hand, he turned to look at his speechless friend and the equally shocked women. He wanted to kill them all at that second. Looks of pity and remorse was shown to him and sympathy was practically radiating from their bodies.
It disgusted him.
"Wipe those pitiful looks off your faces," he snapped at them with venom. "How about you all save what is left of your shattered pride and leave." he finished with a glare.
And with that, he turned on his heel and went out of the palace garden, the looks of sympathy and remorse lingering in his head. He was a saiyan! Th prince of them all in fact! He does not need any petty feelings, all he needed was power. Power to take his thrown and dispose of that bastard-of-a-father he has.
He needed no one.
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