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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.
Oh, and Vegeta is going to be a little OOC in the beginning here. Just to have that sibling love stuff.
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"WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?" The King boomed as he kicked the wooden door open. Celipa snapped her head up at the alarming noise and immediately cowered, along with a the few dozen servants that worked in the kingdom with her.
Intense, cruel, daunting onyx eyes darted back and forth, side to side, row from row, until he found who he was looking for. In mere seconds, Celipa felt herself being lifted up into the air, her frail body being held by the neck. She released short, hitched gasps of air as her hands desperately clawed at the firm hand wrapped around her delicate neck. Tears were streaming down her dirtied face as her cries came out as coughs.
"I-I'm sorry! What did I-I d-do?" she yelped. Her eyes squeezed shut when she felt the King's grip on her neck tighten to the point that she was surprised that she wasn't dead yet.
"Shut the fuck up you worthless piece of shit! I don't need a reason to treating you like crap, I am your King and will do whatever the hell I want!" he roared as he punched the little girl's body.
I guess he's in a bad mood. she concluded before letting out a pained scream when she felt her father's fist punch into her ribcage, breaking a few bones. No, this was not her father. A father is suppose to be caring, no matter if he is a saiyan. Fathers care and protect their family, not do, do...THIS!
Her limp body was thrown to the cold, cement floor that a few servants currently stepped out of the way of. Struggling to get up, she raised her bruised head and looked up at her King with a swollen eye and a tear-filled one. Fear engulfed her body as she saw his leg rise up to stomp on her.
"DIE YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" he yelled before lunging his foot at her with all of his might.
"AHH-!"
"AHHHHHHH!" Celipa screamed as she jolted up from her bed. Her eyes were darting everywhere and she failed to notice her older brother waking and searching the room with a predatory look in his eyes.
Seeing that the room was clear of any threat, and sensing none, Vegeta turned his attention towards his little sister and walked to her bedside. When he got there, he immediately took in her current position and couldn't help but frown. Hair a mess, eyes agitated and wide with uneasiness, her skin covered in a cold sweat...Only one thought came to mind. Nightmares. Vegeta thought before sitting down at his sister's side.
His chibi sister has been having nightmares, memories as the better term, of everything that their father did to her. From what he knows, it was only physical and emotional abuse, nothing sensual. If that was the case, then he would've murdered his ass a long time ago.
"H-He h-hit m-me, V-Veggie. He h-hit me." The little girl whimpered as she buried her head into her older brother's chest. She wasn't crying, for her tears have long been dried, but her entire being was trembling at the sadistic memory and the pain she experienced with it.
His eyes softening, Vegeta put a comforting hand at the back of his imouto's back and rubbed up and down in a sympathizing manner. He, although unusual, hated to see his sister in pain. Yes, he has killed millions of men, women, and children and even murdered thousands of races without a single thought or look of remorse in his soul. But this was his little sister, she was different, she was his only family that he considered is worth caring for.
"Don't worry, Cel," he said. He hesitantly hugged the little girl in his arms for a second. "I'll make sure that old man doesn't lay a finger on you." His grip tightened slightly on her petite frame. "I promise."
He felt the little girl stiffen in his arms. "Don't make promises you can't keep." she whispered in a monotone voice.
Vegeta scowled. "I thought you knew me best, Cel. Since when do I ever say anything that I never mean?" He got not reply from the girl.
He stayed in that position with her for what seemed like hours, until he felt her relax in his arms and her light snoring. Gently moving away from her, so to not awake her, he carefully put his little sister back underneath the sheets and tucked her in.
I will keep that promise, Cel, he thought as he looked down at her sleeping face. I will protect you from that bastard. I won't let him cause you anymore pain. Standing up, he turned back to his bed and went under the covers.
Before dozing off, he thought, If he does hurt you, I swear to kill his fucking ass.
Bulma woke up with a start when she was roughly pushed out of her bed and onto the soft floor. Grumbling her disappointment, she begrudgingly looked at her mentor and friends sleeping soundly...on her bed... Why can't they just find somewhere else to sleep besides try to fit onto my bed. she thought with a frown as she picked herself up.
Normally, she would've taken a bath, find some clothes to throw on, and make herself some breakfast, but she was on unknown territory now. Also known as, she had no idea what the shower was and she didn't know how to cook and she has no change of clothes besides the one she's wearing now.
Looking back at her bed, she frowned when she saw that her saiyan friend was still asleep. But she couldn't help but smile a little at the look of her mentor and one of her best friends snuggled together, in each other's arms, in a blissful sleep. Deciding to not wake them up, she wrapped an extra blanket around her figure and silently went out the door.
She's explored this place before, twice to be exact, so she could find the kitchen on her own. Personally, it wasn't that hard for her. All you got to do is sniff the air and follow that spicy scent. Weird, it reminded her of her mother's kitchen; always smelling of pumpkin cinnamon.
The memory brought a slight frown on the blue haired princess' luscious lips as she clenched onto the sheet around her tighter. She missed her planet dearly, but she knew there was no way to get out of here unless either Goku or Celipa helps her, or she learns everything about this world and use the materials here to build herself a spaceship and fly off this rock. She frowned at her choices. Both would take a long time and she hardly thinks that Goku or Veg-ass' little sister would be very compliant to the idea.
The upset grumbling in her stomach snapped her out of her daze and encouraged her into finding that sweet scented kitchen. She needed to get there and back before her friends awoke. Otherwise, there would be a lot of chaos she would have to deal with. And when she means chaos, she talking about hearing her friends yell and scold her as if she was a child.
She scowled at the thought.
She, never, in all of her life, will ever be treated like a child. She is a very independent woman, and valued her free will. She hated having help in her childhood and still does as a grown woman. Her self-determination was what got her to be the brilliant, young, charming she was and still is today. That's way I'm the Princess, she thought pridefully as she finally found her way into the kitchen.
To her surprise, no one was there.
Tilting her head in confusion, she cautiously entered the extensive room. It was already past morning, judging by how high the sun was, and there was still no one awake. Judging by these saiyans huge appetites, she would've at least expected the chefs to be here cooking for those burly brutes.
She let her eyes roamed the place as she traced the marble counters with her delicate hand. The place wasn't half bad. In fact, it was way better than her kitchen at home. The entire place had that look like one of those italian kitchens she has seen on the web or in her magazines. She always wanted to see one, and she guessed that this was the closest she'll ever get to one yet.
Going over to what looked like a cabinet, she welcomed herself for making breakfast on her own. Opening the cabinet, she pulled out an oddly shaped pan and a can-like object along with it. She frowned when she saw that the can was engraved with that confusing language that was taught around this planet.
Sighing, she placed the two objects down on the spaceship-like countertop before she went over to another section of the room and opened a door attached to the wall. She 'tched' her tongue once seeing that there were no familiar-looking items. Taking a bag filled with a powdery substance and a few smaller can-like items filled with some sort of spices, she placed them on right next to the pan and can on the counter and continued on with her search.
Maybe I should've gone with Chi to learn how to cook with these stupid...ingredient-thingies! Bulma thought with a frown before she came back to thesame place with a few new items.
Looking over at what she got, she took out the bowl at her left side and started piling in the ingredients she's gathered. She had no idea what she was doing, much less making, so all that mattered to her was if whatever the hell she's making won't taste like shit.
Pouring a white, powdery substance into the bowl, along with a sugar-like bag and a small box filled with chocolate chips she had brought with her from Earth, she quickly turned on the stove and placed the strangely shaped pan on top of the burning fire. Spraying the cooking tool with the slippery substance the can-like item contained, she quickly poured in some of the liquids she found in the fridge and stirred them in with the other ingredients in the bowl.
Searching drawers for a utensil she could use to pour the mix she made onto the pan, she came back with a ladel-like thing in her hand. Dipping the utensil in the mix, she poured out three spoonfuls of the mix onto the pan. Now that she thinks of it, it seems as if she were making pancakes.
The loud clatter of an object made Bulma jump and swiftly turn her head to see who has caught her. Putting a hand over her heart, she glared ice at the smirking figure that has caught her and turned her head back to her, ur, "breakfast". She was so focused on not screwing up her pancakes, she didn't notice the person that caught her was merely a few inches behind her and was looking over her shoulder until he said,
"What the hell are you doing, Woman?"
The feeling of his breath tickling her neck gave her goosebumps up her arms and legs. Pushing a moan down her throat, she said, "What do you think, Veg-head? What could a person possibly do in the morning?" A slight look of annoyance appeared on her face when she got no response out of the man.
Her eyes widened when she saw him reach his hand over to the her hand that was holding onto the spatula and helped her flip it. She remained tense in his arms as her eyes fixated on the Prince's face. Was..Was this for real? Was Vegeta, that prideful, egoistical jerk, holding her hand and helping her cook?
An annoyed, and slightly embarrassed look showed on the dark haired nobleman's face as he quickly retracted his hand. "What are you staring at, Woman?" he grumbled, but was soon smirking when a cocky thought invaded his mind. "Don't tell me you were actually staring at me. Woman, I already know that I am good looking, but I didn't know that I was that handsome." he ended with a cocky smirk.
Bulma, blinking out of her daze, narrowed her angered eyes at him and batted him away with a scoff. "Please, I've seen shit looking better than you." she said nonchalantly. She groaned at the sight of the slightly burnt pancake she failed to make.
She was a perfectionist, so even the tiniest thing that wasn't right, she throws a fit about.
"See!" she squealed as she turned her head to look at the nobleman behind her. "Look what you made me do! It's burnt!" Her eyes narrowed down dangerously. "And you are going to pay for it," Scooping up the burnt flapjack, She held it up at the curious prince and shoved it at his face. "Eat it!" she demanded.
Narrowing his eyes, he simply waved the unwanted breakfast food aside and growled out, "As if I'll follow your orders, much less eat your shit." he spat. "For all I know, you could've poisoned the damn thing," he ended with a smirk.
Growling back, Bulma turned off the burner and whipped her entire body around so that she was facing the cocky, know-it-all prince. "Oh shut up, Vegeta," she spat. "I don't know how to read in your language, so I couldn't have found any poison to kill you. It was suppose to be my fucking breakfast in the first place!"
Vegeta snorted. "You not knowing what these cooking materials are just gives me even more reason as to why I shouldn't eat any shit you've made." Crossing his arms, he continued. "You're just a weak, useless, little girl that can't do a damn thing right. You have no respect from me, and don't expect to be getting any from the citizens that roam this planet."
She dared to take a step forward so that the gap between them was no longer there. Staring directly into his eyes, she said, "I may not be from this planet, and I may not worship you are your damn race, but that doesn't give you the right to say shit about me as if you know me. I was only here for a couple of days, and you first met me as a captive. So don't you dare think that you know me, when you know absolutely nothing about me." Her voice rose a bit. "You have no idea of the hardships I've endured in my childhood, no idea. You weren't the one that was forced to become what you didn't want to be. No, you've been living the easy life, where everybody does whatever the hell you say." Her back straightened.
Pointing a finger at the speechless prince's face, she said, in a low whisper, "Saying I'm weak won't make you stronger, Vegeta. Saying I'm useless won't make you useful. Saying I'm little," She smirked. "Won't make you grow. God knows you need it."
And with that, she was about to turn and leave, until a hand caught her wrist and forced her to face the Saiyan again. Looking at her with an unknown emotion in his eyes, he said, "It is true about the fact I don't know a thing about you," he started. His grip tightened. "But that goes the same with me. You don't know anything of my life, so don't go on saying as if I haven't experienced any hardships." With that being said, he briskly left the kitchen, leaving a stunned and speechless Bulma.
"You don't know anything of my life, so don't go on saying as if I haven't experienced any hardships..."
"What does he mean by that?" she voiced quietly. "Does that mean he's faced the same challenges as I did?" She shook her head. "I shouldn't care what that man said. He could just be lying, trying to make me feel remorse for him."
But what would be the purpose of that?
Ignoring the question in her head, she turned her back towards where the Prince left and resumed her cooking as if nothing had happened. Because nothing did. she thought.
How wrong was she.
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