Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ. If I did, I would be the happiest teenage girl alive!

But I do own this story and Celipa in my story. I thought Fasha or Seripa was the name of the girl on Bardock's team, not Celipa. So I'm still confused on that part.

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Celipa sat in the darkest corner of her brother's room, curled up in fetal position, rocking slowly. She lost it. Fear got the best of her and made her act this way, fearing for her life. What the King said was a lie, what the King said was a lie. Was her repeated mantra.

Now one would wonder, whatever happened to that confident, strong tyke that has shone a few minutes ago? Celipa scoffed. People would wonder, but it wasn't that much of a surprise to the seven year old. Everyone who didn't know her, would merely laugh at her and lower her self-esteem, but those who recognize her, those who she works alongside with at the palace, would treat her like she should be.

Respect.

Now, respect was something that was usually earned, her brother and father being no exceptions, no matter how much she tried, how much time and devotion she put in, she still didn't get shit. Zilch. Zero. Nada. She got no respect, no acceptance, no praise or worship like any other princess should.

The young, brown haired girl sighed with closed eyes, her mind switching to that blue haired goddess she has only known for a short time period. She couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit of envy. That blue earthling, Bulma, she is truly blessed. Well, more blessed than she.

Judging by how Kaka and his mate and friend reacted with her, she is highly regarded. That woman, that gorgeous woman, is surrounded by an air filled with pride and determination, something that a little girl like her never experienced. That Earth princess spoke with her head held high and no trace of fear and apprehension in her voice. And by the way she acts with her brother, it's as if she didn't give the time for anyone like him. The seven year old princess frowned and tightened her hold around her legs.

This woman is more saiyan than she was.

"And she isn't even from this planet..." she grumbled.

Her body stiffened and her back straightened when she felt a warm, callous hand on her shoulder. She jumped up in alarm, but quickly let out a sigh of relief. Putting her hand over her heart, she took in deep breaths before looking back up at her scowling brother.

"Hi Veggie," she said in a low whisper. Nervously rubbing her feet, she set her gaze downcast once seeing her prince's eyes harden. "W-What're doing here?" she stammered. "I-I thought t-the K-King-"

"Don't address your own damn father that, Celipa," Vegeta growled at his younger sibling. Crossing his arms, he continued. "What happened to your pride that you had shown not so long ago?" He was certainly puzzled. It was the first time that his sister showed some backbone for herself in...well, forever!

The only response he got was her nervous fidgeting and refusal to look him straight in the eye. He narrowed his eyes at her before crouching down to her level. Grabbing her chin, he forced her to look him in the eye.

"Celipa," he growled in a low voice. "Listen to me, and don't you dare tune out," The little girl focused her eyes on her brother's face. "You shall not address our father as your King; he's your father, he may be the King of all Saiyans, but he is still your father nonetheless." A hint of pride lit up in his eyes. "What you showed back there to the old man," He smirked. "Was the saiyan that you are. You are not a coward, you are the Princess of all Saiyans," He stood back up. "Remember that, and honour it." Was all he said before he left.

Celipa was speechless. Was that really her brother? She already knew that answer to that question, but it couldn't help but be asked. Her brother, Prince Vegeta, the cruel and most powerful saiyan that ever existed, was saying to her, the dishrag of a daughter to the King that had no power whatsoever, that she was no coward, but a true saiyan. She smiled.

"Thanks Veggie." She smirked. "Thanks to you, I realized what the true saiyan I am."


Bulma flopped down on her bed with a heavy sigh. What...A...DAY! She was thoroughly exhausted. Running around, exploring the palace gardens, even visiting the village at the foot of the kingdom. All of that and- Bulma lifted her head to look out the window- it wasn't even dark out! Vegetasei must have longer days. she thought before throwing her head back down on the pillow. She looked up at the ceiling.

Tik...Tok...Tik...Tok...

"ARRRGGGHHHH!"

Bulma threw herself up into a sitting stance. She could not do this! She had to get up and do...do...She sighed. Something! She had to do something. Too bad nothing interests her. ChiChi was in the palace kitchen, learning how to make Vegetasei's top dishes, 18 and Goku were in the training room, training of course, while she was stuck in her freaking room, bored to death.

Letting out a huff, she levitated off her bed and onto the plush, maroon carpet below. She is a scientist! So what she already seen the kingdom, she was curious about this world and will be damned if she didn't put her curiosity to rest! Slowly making her way to the door, she opened it, looked around, and took a hesitant step out.

Her mind was at war with what she was doing as she continued to walk around the west wing of the palace. One part was screaming at her to turn back and stay in that fucking room like a good little girl, while the other part was shouting just as loud to answer her questions of this planet and look around. The latter seemed to be more desirable.

Taking her chances, she rushed through the corridors. Nothing seemed to spark interest to her and her idea of staying in her room seemed to be more diverting, until, a certain room caught her attention. Though she wasn't saiyan, nor did she understand their language completely, she still was able to tell what the room was.

The beakers, the multi colored liquids, the high tech-looking machines, this was her place. She entered the white room with an awe-struck expression on her face. Sure, she has seen her fair share of labs over the years, but never one that looked so...Fancy? Nope, Unusual? Maybe...Well, whatever it was, it certainly interested Bulma.

"What are you doing in here?"

Bulma jumped at the sudden sound and quickly turned around to see who caught her. She narrowed her eyes at who she saw.

"What do you want, Vegeta?" she growled.

Stepping inside the room, the young prince smirked. "You didn't answer my question. What are you doing in here?" he repeated.

Glaring hard, she quickly turned her head away, her hands on her hips. "Why should I answer to you?" she replied back hotly. "Last time I checked, I'm not from this planet, so you being a prince has a no effect on me."

"And you being the bitchy princess you are does not effect me either." Vegeta snapped back.

Both glared each other down for what seemed like forever, until the arrogant man looked away, his scowl still present. "What are you doing here? And I want a straight answer." he barked. Looking back at her, the only thing she saw was the sadistic glint in his eyes and the equally cruel curve of his lips. "Or you're going to pay the price, tenfold."

Inwardly shivering from the feral tone the dark promise used, she crossed her arms tightly across her chest and stuck out her lip. "I was bored," she confessed weakly. "18 and Son-kun are too busy training, and Chi is learning how to cook Saiyan cuisine." She frowned at her words. "They don't even have time for me!"

Vegeta snorted at her reply. This woman truly was a spoiled brat. Hell, she was more rotten than himself! "You're just like an infant, always wanting the spotlight to be turned to them. But guess what, Woman? The whole fucking universe doesn't revolve around you so just live with the fact that not everyone can spend every God damn minute of their fucking lives to serve and please you!" he lashed out.

As if there was an aura around her, red was practically covering Bulma's entire body. Stomping her way towards the smirking prince, merely an arm's length apart, she placed her clenched fists to her sides as she gnashed and ground her teeth together.

"You're one to talk, Prince of all noone-cares!" Vegeta's smirk faded. "You can't tell me that I was spoiled rotten when I don't even have as big of an ego as you! I'm not the one saying shit that no one gives a fuck about and making everyone do as I say or die! So what I was born a richie, you were born as an arrogant, egotistical jackass that can kiss my fucking ass!" she screamed at his face, her face beet red.

Vegeta was practically shaking in fury. Never in his life has he ever heard such discourtesy be addressed to him, him! The Prince of all Saiyans was being yelled and ridiculed by this tiny, fragile earthling! Growling lowly, he looked at the flushed face of the Earth Princess and bit back another growl.

"You treading on thin ice, Woman-"

"My names not fucking Woman! It's Bulma, B-U-L-M-A, BULMA!"

"I can call you whatever the fuck I want!"

"Then I'll do the same to you, V-man." she mocked, using her mentor's nickname for the man.

"Don't you dare call the Prince of Saiyans that ludicrous name! I should have your head ripped off your fucking shoulders and send it back to that backwash planet of yours for all of the idiots that look up to you to fear and honor!"

"Then why don't you? Wait, I know, because you fucking can't! So sucks ass for you, you fucking dipshit-wannabe-Prince-of-all-ASSHOLES!"

"Then that makes you princess of all- wait, I forgot, you're a BITCH not that worthless excuse you use!"

Pointing a finger towards her rear-end, she yelled. "Kiss it! Kiss my fucking ass, Vegeta!"

Silence overtook them as they both stood there, as speechless as the other. Instead of a growl, retort, or even a slap to the face, she got a smirk. Highly confused, but too tired to care, she stood there motionless as she watched his figure turn his back to her.

"You have courage, Woman, and a fiery temper too," he said over his shoulder. Craning his head so that he could look at the blue minx clearly, he smirked again at her. "Make sure you don't lose those, they'll keep you alive," He was about to close the door, but let one last comment slip his lips. "And me thoroughly entertained."

Closing the door, Bulma just stood there, staring at the place that arrogant prince was just standing at. She shook her head as a hand ran through her cerulean locks. This was definitely a weird day.


Hey guys! I hope that this chappie was good! I've been having trouble with balancing my school work, my job, and...well my life in general. I promise that I'll try to make it up to you guys!

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