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The Princess of all Saiyans

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😬😬😬 So, has it been five months already? I swear I'm so inconstant. At first, it was just procrastination, and then it turned into a bad case of writer's block. So now, no more promises because I know I probably won't be able to keep them.

The flashback in this chapter is the continuation of a flashback from chapter 6. So I'd recommend going back and reading that for more context. Or maybe even the entire story since it's been so long.

Also, Thank you for 100 Followers! I did hit this a while ago, but I still want to say thanks. It's crazy to me that so many people are interested enough in my writing to want to keep up with me. And as always, my Dm's/ comments are always open if you have any comments, questions, or concerns.

Chapter 12

Goku looks down at you, hours have passed, and you're still fast asleep in his arms. He'd like to say this is the most peaceful he's ever seen you, but that just wouldn't be true. A scowl is still painted on your features, though it's much softer than normal. Goku can't help but relate to the male protagonist of one of those cheesy rom-coms that Bulma made him watch. Every time he looks down at that grouchy look on your face, he can't help but smile.

These feelings are very new to the naive Saiyan. Sure, he cared for his late wife, but he never felt this way towards her. Every time he looks at you, he feels this rush of adrenalin, the same rush Goku only believed he could get from battle.

"Be careful there, Kakarot. If you keep staring at Y/N, you'll trip over your own feet." The harsh voice startles Goku, causing him to jump slightly. Goku turns his head, meeting his brother's gaze. An arrogant smirk danced on Raditz's lips. The larger Saiyan looks as if he's just won the lottery, catching his brother in the act of staring at you like a love-sick puppy. "You know you were starting to hurt my feelings, Kakarot." That self-satisfied grin remains plastered on his face. "I called your name around three times, and you didn't answer me once."

"Oh. Sorry, Raditz. I was just--- distracted."

Raditz snickers, shaking his head. If this were anyone else, he'd be convinced they were just trying to save their own ass. But his little brother is so un-self-aware that he wholeheartedly believes that Goku hasn't even realized that he's been staring at you for over an hour. "You know Kakarot." Raditz moves closer to Goku, lowering his voice to a whisper. "You might want to be a bit more subtle. In fact, you're lucky Vegeta hasn't picked up on your little crush yet."

To anyone from the outside observing, it would seem that Raditz's warning went in one ear and out the other. But that was far from the case. Goku can't help but be hung up on one of the words Raditz used. A crush, is that what these bizarre feelings he has for you are called? Is that why whenever you yell at him, he can't help but feel all warm and fuzzy inside? Man, finding out that he was an alien was much less confusing than these strange emotions.

"Hey, Raditz." Goku turns his head back towards his brother. "I have a question. How long have you known Y/N for?"

Raditz squints his eyes, furrowing his brows. It feels like he's known you for an eternity now, and it's honestly hard for him to remember a time when he hasn't been by your side. "We were children. I wanna say I met her when I was around three. What's with the sudden curiosity about my personal life?"

Goku can't help but wonder about what his life on planet Vegeta would've been like. If he were to have been raised as a Saiyan, how different would he be? Would he have met you earlier? Would you like him better if he had grown up on your planet? "I'm just wondering how you met. From the way Vegeta and Y/N both talk. It seems that social class was important on planet Vegeta. And earlier, Y/N called you a "second class runt," so it doesn't make a lot of sense." Goku's not usually that perceptive. Maybe you just bring it out in him.

"The only reason I met the Princess was because she found me intriguing." Goku furrows his brows at Raditz. You actively use his lower status as an insult, so why would that in any way fascinate you? "You know how I call you a third-class runt?" He nods, though he still doesn't quite understand what Raditz is getting at. "Our parents also belonged to the same class as you. And genetically speaking, we come from a long line of third-class Saiyans. When I was born, my power level exceeded the typical third-class rank. So they decided to bump me up a tier. That's what Y/N found fascinating about me. The same weak genetics as our ancestors. The same environment, and yet, somehow, I was much more powerful. And Y/N wanted to know why."

Raditz looks off into the distance as if he remembered a fond memory. "You know, out of all the elite warriors she could've chosen to accompany her on her big off-planet mission for Frieza, she picked me." That is the reason Raditz was off-planet when Frieza slaughtered your people, solely because you chose him. You wanted to see how far you could push his abilities, how much stronger he could get. And somewhere along the way, you learned to deeply care for Raditz, though you'd never tell him that to his face.

Your eyes flutter open as you let out a faint yawn. You move your hands to your eyes, rubbing them gently. "Why the fuck are you both so loud?" Your groggy voice invades their ears.

"Oh." Goku chuckles sheepishly, looking down at you. "Sorry, Y/N." He can't even hide the way his lips curve upwards as he looks at you. Your eyes are narrow, almost as if you're still half-asleep.

You groan, nuzzling your head into Goku's chest. In your half-awake state, you don't even notice what you've just done. It's like your brain has turned into mush, and you're acting on pure instinct. And you're not the only one affected by your abnormal behavior. As soon as your face made contact with Goku's chest, his posture instantly stiffened. His eyes-widening, he never believed you'd ever get this close to him, and now all he can hear is the rapid thumping in his chest. It's amusing how ignorant you both are to the way you affect each other.

"How long have I been out for?" You mumble into Goku's chest.

"A little over an hour."

Your eyes widen, quickly pulling your head away from Goku's body. "What?" You shout.

Raditz chuckles to himself. It's good to see you returning to your regular self. "Relax, sleeping beauty. You haven't missed anything exciting." Raditz moves closer to you and Goku, placing his hand on your forehead. "You're fever's gone down. And your complexion has returned to normal."

"Do I have a clean bill of health, doc?"

Before Raditz can even answer, Vegeta pushes the taller Saiayn out of the way. He places his hand on your forehead, in the exact spot Raditz's had been only moments before. Vegeta snickers, removing his hand. "Well, looks like Raditz was right about something for once. I suppose there's a first time for everything." Vegeta shifts his gaze to the area of your injury, lifting up your armor. "And looks like your body managed to fight off that nasty infection." Your brother looks up, his eyes locking with your own. "But don't think that means you have clearance to fight. You're still injured--- which means you're a liability."

Krillin and Gohan stare at the group of full-blooded Saiyan's, their brows furrowed in confusion. "D-Did you just say she fought off the infection? Don't you need antibiotics for that?" You'd think Krillin would be less shocked by the differences between Saiayns and humans at this point.

"Is that how humans battle infections?" Raditz chuckles mockingly. "What weak creatures. How has your species survived for so long?"

"Hold on. So you're telling me. That with a little rest, a Saiyan can fight off an infection in just over an hour. That's insane." Krillin can't help but feel intimidated by the Saiyans. Sure, he has his friend Goku on his side, but the human still views the rest of you as a threat. Even Raditz. Krillin can see Goku's brother betraying them at any moment. "So why was Vegeta acting like Y/N having an infection was the end of the world?"

Vegeta snaps his head towards the sole human, his eyes narrowing at Krillin. If looks could kill, Krillin would already be six feet under. "Care to repeat yourself, you pathetic earthling?"

Krillin's eyes bug out as he shakes his head rapidly. "What I meant to say---- is Y/N should be more careful."

You snarl, glaring at Krillin. "You wanna come over here and say that to my face, human?"

Krillin looks between you and Vegeta, identical scowls present on both of your faces. And unfortunately for Krillin, your anger is directed solely on him. "There's no winning here." The man mutters to himself.

"Ya." Raditz beams. It's pleasant for him to see someone else as the target of yours and Vegeta's collective wrath for once. "That's something you learn pretty early on with Vegeta and Y/N."

Much to the shock of those around you, you turn, your attention shifting on Vegeta. "I'm sure no one has opposed you up until now. So what is your great plan, Vegeta?" Sarcasm drips from your voice. It's clear to you that Vegeta has had the group walking for hours without disclosing your final destination.

Vegeta scoffs. "Mind your place. Little sister."

You narrow your eyes at him, jumping out of Kakarot's arms. For a moment, you had forgotten you were in that vile position. Lounging in the arms of such an idiotic creature. You move closer to Vegeta, straightening out your posture, much like you would do in war meetings back on planet Vegeta. For once, you mean business.

"This is me knowing my place." You scoff right back at him, getting in his face. "You know what I think. The great Prince Vegeta doesn't have a plan, and you're just too much of a coward to admit it." Of course, you know your brother has a plan, and you're baiting him. And by the expression on Vegeta's face, he's fallen right into your trap.

"Of course, I have a plan." He admits a low growl at your baseless accusations. "We're tracking Ginyu. That was the original plan, and we're adhering to it." Hook, line, and sinker. You got him.

You shake your head at him, chuckling to yourself. "Oh, big brother. You've officially lost your mind." Sure, searching out Ginyu was your original plan, but circumstances have changed. Enough time has passed that the captain has surely been reunited with Frieza by now. Or he's close enough that he can contact Freiza for his assistance. It's too risky, and Vegeta knows this. "You've had a lot of bad ideas, but this one takes the cake."

Your four companions observe you. Identical looks of panic on their features, except for Raditz. He's seen more explosive arguments between you two. One's that have ended in the destruction of planets. Krillin turns to the largest Saiyan, lowering his voice to a whisper. "Should we get involved?"

Raditz shakes his head in disagreement, though his gaze remains glued on your fight. "Not unless you desire to be added to their long list of victims. Now keep your mouth shut, and be thankful that they've moved on from you."

The standoff between you and Vegeta isn't even close to coming to a conclusion yet. In fact, it's only become tenser. If this were a cartoon, steam would be emitting out of Vegeta's ears. "The idiot who got herself injured shouldn't be one to criticize."

"Ya? Well, the only reason you're in one piece right now is because of those magic beans. Without them, you'd have one foot in the grave."

"They're called Senzu beans!" You can hear Goku shout from the background.

You turn your head towards him. "Who gives a damn what they're called!" You're attention lands back on your brother. You're gonna push Vegeta as far as you can, and the best way to do that is by, you guessed it. Challenging the one thing that a Saiyan holds dear, their pride. "If you couldn't handle Recoome, what makes you think you're even remotely worthy of collectively taking on both Ginyu and Frieza!"

"That battle made me stronger!"

"But not nearly strong enough! Ginyu is one hundred times the fighter Recoome was. And Lord Frieza. He's on an entirely different scale!" You run your hands through your hair, and this conversation is starting to give you a splitting headache. "God, Vegeta, Your arrogance is boundless!"

"Please." Your brother scoffs. "Don't act like you've had any first-hand experience with Frieza. I handled all of that! Because much like now you're just a scared little girl!" If only Vegeta knew how wrong he truly was. You've had plenty of first-hand experience with the menace, and not a single encounter is associated with a positive memory.

"Fine." You look down, shutting your eyes. "But I'll be sure to tell you I told you so when we get to hell." You distance yourself from your brother. The fire in your eyes has disappeared, that typical aloof, almost numb expression returning to your features. Vegeta had struck a nerve, but not the one he intended.

"What are you all standing around for?" Vegeta shouts. "Let's go! We don't have time for this!" And with that, you continue on your excruciating journey to your inevitable deaths.

Twenty-something years ago:

After you had made a mockery out of Cui's Blue counterpart, they finally granted you your request for communication with Lord Frieza. Your interaction with him was brief and incredibly underwhelming. He just repeated the same bullshit his minions have been spewing at you for weeks on end.

After this encounter, you quickly came to an understanding. Threats will get you nowhere. In fact, running your mouth would only assure that you'd never see Vegeta again. As a Saiyan child growing up on Planet Vegeta, you were taught from a very young age that any type of conflict; you could get out of by using your fists. Well, not this time. You can't talk your way out of Frieza's clutches, and you sure as hell can't fight your way out either. You're trapped. No matter what you do, you can't escape the waves of helplessness that you're drowning in.

Your outburst had only led Lord Frieza to punish you. He sent you and Raditz off to an even more remote and secure outpost. And that's when everything took a drastic turn for the worst. Your first night on that ship is when your own personal hell began.

You arrived on the new ship in the afternoon, your behavior no different from before. You're on edge. If a pin were to drop, you'd be the first to hear it. You and Raditz spent your entire evening familiarizing yourselves with the new area. Every exit is surrounded by guards, and the windows are all sealed off. This ship is like a prison, and there's no chance of escape.

Frieza's lackeys sent you to bed early. No, surprises there. They love to act all high and mighty. You'll bring them down to their knees one day, and you'll decorate the halls of this ship with their entrails. You don't even long for freedom anymore. You just want your big brother.

You're escorted and then quickly locked in your room, or as you like to call it, your cell. You and Raditz exchange no words. In fact, you haven't spoken since you arrived on this new ship. You sit on your bed, bringing your hands to the sides of your head, grabbing handfuls of your hair. You yank your hair, desperately wanting to feel anything other than fear at this moment.

You let out a shriek of desperation, pulling your necklace out of your armor. You toss it across the room, just barely missing Raditz's head. You move your hands to your face, covering it entirely. You rock back and forth as you begin to hyperventilate. The next thing you know, there's a hand placed on your shoulder. "Princess?"

"Don't call me that." You snarl. "I'm not a princess--- not anymore."

"Yes, you are. You're the Princess of all Saiyans."

"Oh, you mean the princess of the dead!" You remove your hands from your face. "Princess of the deceased!"

Raditz looks into your watery eyes, ignoring your tear-stained cheeks. "You're my princess. Even if we're the last two Saiyan's alive. You'll always be my princess." He takes your smaller hand in his, placing your necklace back in your palm, clasping your hand into a fist. Raditz stands back up, moving to his own bed. You lay down, facing the blank wall. You're not exactly sure when you fell asleep, but you did.

You awoke in the middle of the night, a chill running down your spine. Something's wrong. You shoot up in your bed, your eyes quickly adjusting to the darkness. "Raditz?" You shift your gaze over to his bed, only for you to find it empty. "What the hell?" You jump to your feet, desperately looking around the room for a sign of the larger Saiyan. Raditz would never leave your side on his own accord. You clench your fists, trying to keep your composure. Frieza's neanderthals must have taken him.

You move over to the door, grasping the door handle. Much to your surprise, it's not locked. There's only one explanation, those vermin want you to leave the room. The guards on this ship are a lot of things, but they definitely arent stupid. You step into the hallway, taking a deep breath, attempting to gather the courage to move further. Frieza's taken away your planet, your people, your father, and your brother. You can't let him. No, you won't let him take Raditz away from you too.

You strut down the halls of the ship. Your father taught you from a very young age to never show the enemy fear. You refuse to give them that satisfaction. By this point, you've checked most of the ship for your companion. But you haven't seen anyone, not even a lousy guard. You're growing tired of this elaborate game of hide and seek.

You pause for a moment, snapping your eyes shut. If your sight is failing you, maybe one of your other senses will have better luck. The sound of faint whispering invades your ears. Your eyes shoot open as you dart towards the direction of the noise.

You arrive at the training room, the doors are wide open. Your eyes land on Raditz, and you feel physically ill. His right eye is swollen shut, and his face is battered worse than you've ever seen. Sure, you've committed some cruel sins in your life. But this isn't just cruel. It's torture.

You step into the room, attempting to remain composed. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" You try to mask the shaking of your voice, but that only seems to make your distress more noticeable to Frieza's dogs.

"Oh, look." One of the aliens turns to you, an eerie grin spreading across his features. "The princess has finally decided to grace us with her presence." You take a few more steps into the room, but you're quickly stopped by the same alien holding up his hand. "Not another step unless you want Dadoria to snap your little bodyguard in half."

You freeze, darting your eyes over to the pink blob. Dadoria's holding Raditz by the neck. Frieza's not fucking around. You know for a fact that Dadaoria is one of Frieza's right hands. If the circumstances were different, you'd be flattered. Dose Lord Frieza actually think you're a threat to him? Or does he just want to turn you into one of his submissive henchmen? You move your head upwards, locking eyes with the head alien. You refuse to show them any signs of fear; you won't let them win. "What does Lord Frieza want?"

The alien chuckles at your bluntness. "You Saiyans always want to jump right to the main course. We're gonna start with the appetizers first."

"Is that a direct order from Lord Frieza's lips? Or are you just on a massive ego trip?" You already know the answer to your questions. Frieza likes things to get done quickly; he would never draw them out longer than necessary. This is an excellent example of what happens when you give the depraved power. They'll use it to their own benefit the first moment you turn a blind eye.

The Head Honcho moves closer to you. He brings his hand upwards, striking your cheek with enough force to cause your entire head to move to the side. "You think your father would've taught you some manners, brat, it's fine, though. We'll make sure to correct his mistakes."

You turn your head back to its original position, wiping some fresh blood from your lips. This is the first time you've ever been hit in such a manner. Sure, you've had your fair share of bruises and life-threatening injuries while training or in battle, but this is an entirely different situation.

You lock eyes with the creature again, but this time you keep your mouth shut. He snickers with a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Fast learner, huh? I guess that's why Lord Frieza wants you so bad. You're mailable, easy to manipulate." You suppress your subconscious need to glare at him. They're underestimating you, just like everyone always has. Calling a Saiyan mailable is the equivalent of calling Lord Frieza weak. They're fools. They are all fools. You'll prove them wrong, maybe not today or tomorrow, but one day you'll make them all eat their words.

The man's eyes flash from a fiery passion to an empty hollowness. This change alone was enough to make bile rise up in your throat. His slimy hands make contact with your face again, aggressively tilting your chin up at him. You wince at his touch. This situation just keeps getting worse. "You see, princess--- you're no good to Lord Frieza in your current state. You're not even close to strong enough yet. You wouldn't even be able to hold your own against that pathetic brother of yours. You'd be nothing more than a burden to Lord Frieza."

And it all finally clicks. Lord Frieza wants to scare you into submission, and you played right into his hand. They don't give a damn about Raditz. They aren't even after him. His minions wanted you all along. Other than training, there's only one other method for Saiayns to get stronger, and the method Frieza wants to pursue is much quicker than training. A Saiyan's strength grows exponentially from battle, but results are even better when the Saiyan loses the fight. The best way for a Saiyan to grow is to be on the brink of death, and that's precisely what they intend to do to you.

All the color has drained from your face as you lock your eyes with his. You're trying to be brave--- you have to be brave--- but it's so hard. "What are you dragging this out for then? If Lord Frieza wants me to get stronger--- you're not going to hear me complain about it. Let's just get this over with."

"Alright, if you insist." He chuckles darkly. "Dadaoria! Snap the boy's neck in two!"

Your eyes widen as your gaze lands on Raditz. "What? You said you wouldn't hurt him!"

"I don't recall saying anything like that, princess." You clench your fists. You've felt more powerless today than you've felt in many years. "I could spare that weaklings life--- that is if you beg for it." An awkward silence fills the room as you way your options. All you have to do is swallow your pride--- it sounds easy in theory--- but you're a Saiyan. You may be less prideful than the men of your race, but it's still not an easy task. "Come on, princess---" His mocking tone rings in your ears. "The clock is ticking."

"Please---" Your voice is hoarse and barely audible. This is pathetic. You, the princess, the epitome of Saiyan pride. Begging for the life of a second class--- begging for the life of a being much lesser than yourself. Only if your father could see you now. He'd be ashamed. You'd probably be a bigger disgrace on the family name than your twin.

The alien bends down, holding one of his hands up to his ear. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I didn't quite catch that."

You can feel the tears sting in your eyes, but you won't give them that satisfaction of seeing you cry. "Please--- don't hurt him."

The vile creature cackles in amusement. He's laughing so hard that he's wiping tears from his eyes. "My, how the mighty Saiyan race has fallen!" Laughter echoes throughout the room. They're all laughing at you, mocking you in your moment of weakness. They're simply adding insult to injury. They want to humiliate you in every way possible.

He turns to Dadaoria. "Alright, you heard the girl, drop the runt." Dadaoria throws the weaker Saiyan to the ground, accompanied by a loud thud.

Dadaoria looks down to the ground expecting the young boy to be out cold, but Raditz is shockingly more alert than ever. "Wow, kid gotta give you some credit. You're much tougher than you look."

"Move on, Diadoria! We have bigger fish to fry now--- focus on the task at hand!" You take a deep breath. You know they're talking about you. You're not going to back down. They're going to beat you until you can barely breathe, you'll have one foot in the grave--- but you know it won't be any worse than that.

As the soldiers move closer to you, you lock your eyes with Raditz. Even in his battered state, the older Saiayn is trying to stand up. "Raditz." You bark. "Stay out of this!" If Raditz were to get involved, he'd just end up dead, and that would not be beneficial for either of you.

Raditz's expression softens. He can't help but feel conflicted. Ever since you departed from Planet Vegeta, he's been under strict orders to protect you. But on the other hand, you've ordered him to mind his own business. Every impulse in his body is screaming at him to involve himself. He promised to protect you till his last breath. But the only thing that would make him feel worse than watching you get injured would be breaking your trust. He may not like it, but he decides to follow your lead, sitting back down on the cold floor of the ship.

As you were struck with the first blow, you knew you'd be in for an excruciating amount of pain. What was only minutes felt like hours of torture on your small body. They took turns beating you senselessly until the point where you could barely keep your eyes open. Every fiber in your being was screaming at you to fight back, but you knew defending yourself would be a waste of energy--- fighting back would only make your situation worse.

And after what felt like forever, they finally decided that they were done with their abuse for the day. It's not as bad as you thought it would be. You've been injured worse in battle. You struggle to stand back up, but you manage to regain your footing after a few tries. You scan your body, assessing the damage they have done. Your armor is ripped, and your body is covered in bruises. Even though their beating hurt, it could've been much worse--- they could've knocked you unconscious.

You spit out some blood that had been pooling in your mouth. Using your hand, you wipe the rest of it off your face. Raditz walks over to you. Some of his injuries have already started to heal. "Y/N? Are you alright--- you're shaking---" You look down at your hands. The entirety of your body is trembling. You hadn't even noticed. You would never admit it aloud, but you're absolutely terrified.

Your legs give out, and you fall directly into Raditz's arms. You wrap your arms tightly around his torso. "I want--- I need Vegeta." You sob into his chest. The tears that have been building you finally spilling out. You look up at him, as he wipes the tears away from your eyes. "Raditz." You whisper. "I-I'm scared---" And for the first time ever, you've admitted fear.

His eyes widened at your revelation. He never thought he'd ever hear those two words ever escape your lips. You're one of the strongest beings Raditz has ever encountered, well, next to Vegeta. Raditz has noticed that some of your strengths significantly differ. Vegeta may be physically stronger than you, but you are far mentally stronger than the young prince has ever been. So if you're scared of your new situation, Raditz should be absolutely fucking terrified.

Sadly for you, that incident was only the beginning. The months to come became an endless cycle of; beatings, trips to the healing chamber, getting a few hours of sleep, and then the vicious process would repeat all over again. Sure the training on planet Vegeta was brutal, but this was a new level. You were a lab rat, a toy for their amusement. Back on your home planet, you knew no true harm would come to you. Every day you wake up breathing in this metal death trap, you're more terrified of what they'll do next.

"You idiot girl!" Vegeta's screeching voice snaps you out of your trance as you slam into his back, thumping your head. "Watch where you're going! Do I have to make Kakarot carry you again?"

"Sorry, Vegeta." You mumble to yourself, familiarizing yourself with your new surroundings. You really need to stop getting so caught up in your thoughts. It's dangerous--- especially with Captain Ginyu and Lord Frieza both running around somewhere on this wretched planet.

Raditz's eyes meet yours, his gaze clouded with concern. "Y/N? Are you alright?"

You shake your head in disagreement. "I won't be alright until Lord Frieza's dead."

Vegeta turns around, an arrogant smirk dancing across his lips. "That can be arranged, baby sister--- now stay alert. We should be very close to our destination."

Vegeta takes another couple of steps, his eyes widening, as two purple beams rapidly approach you from a distance. He quickly brings up a hand, stopping you in your tracks. He chuckles to himself. You've grown to loathe that sound after all these years. "Looks like all your worries were for nothing, Y/N. Lord Frieza isn't with his buffoons. With his absence, removing Ginyu should be a piece of cake." If this were a month ago, Vegeta would be singing a much different toon. You can't help but wonder how strong your brother has gotten after the countless beatings he's taken on this dreadful planet. However, there is one thing you know for sure, there is no chance in hell he's surpassed Frieza--- not by a long shot.

"That's not a shocking revelation Vegeta." You roll your eyes at him. "Of course, Frieza isn't with them. Ginyu and Jeice aren't entirely stupid. Losing the Dragon Balls would be an immediate execution." You dart your eyes over to Raditz, that familiar confused look spread across his features. "What is it, Hair Boy?"

Raditz moves closer to you, leaning down to whisper in your ear. "If Frieza's not with Ginyu. Then where the hell is he?" Your eyes widen. Not knowing where Frieza is is somehow more terrifying than the thought of him standing before you.

You focus on the energy around you, attempting to locate the largest source on the plant. It takes you a bit of time, but you finally manage to locate Frieza.

Only a particular annoyance has beat you to it. Goku moves to stand beside you, turning his gaze toward you. "You feel it too, don't you? That's him, isn't it? That large source of energy, that's Frieza, right?" You nod, finding yourself at a loss for words. He's far too close to you. Why does he make you feel so anxious?

"Wait? Frieza is over there?" You turn to the brat. His voice is incredibly high-pitched, with a look of sheer panic on his face. "That's where the Grand Elder is!" It's not hard to put the pieces together. This Grand Elder must be the creator of the Dragon Balls of this planet. And that must be the exact reason Lord Frieza is there.

You've been tuning out their useless conversation. "Frieza must think he'll be able to locate the last Dragon ball there. He's already picked off the rest of the Namekians with no luck. And once he finds out he doesn't have it, he'll be furious. The only reason Frieza will spare his life is because he's slaughtered all of the other Namekians. The Grand Elder is his insurance policy."

"Wait!" Gohan shouts. "If Frieza is heading toward the Grand Elder, doesn't that mean that no one's watching the Dragon Balls?"

"We could get the rest! I mean, we already have one. "Krillin cheers, causing Raditz to roll his eyes. "We'll finally be able to revive our friends!"

You snicker as your eyes meet Raditz, a similar look of disdain reflecting on his features. "Yes, because the power of friendship will save us all! Friendship is enough to take down Lord Frieza!" You mock the earthling, earning a chuckle from the tallest Saiyan. Their weak friends who couldn't even hold their own against a handful of Saibamen and Nappa would be nothing but a nuisance on the battlefield. How did that earthing somehow become even more delusional?

The air around you grows tense. And before anyone can get another word in, Ginyu and Jeice finally land in front of you. Vegeta chuckles, staring the two new arrivals down. "How kind of you to meet us halfway."

Ginyu's eyes scan over your group, his gaze lingering on Kakarot and his brat. "It seems like Jeice was right. You monkeys are multiplying." He then directs his attention to you and Raditz. "And if it isn't Lord Frieza's most problematic duo! Where's my Dragon Ball Y/N?" Raditz, by habit, moves to stand just slightly in front of you.

You shrug, a condescending smile forming on your lips. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

As Ginyu and Jeice have a side conversation. Goku turns to the rest of the group. "I'll stall for as long as I can. You four get the Dragon Ball radar from Bulma and collect the Dragon Balls. I think me and Vegeta can handle things here."

Gohan, Krillin, and Raditz all take off, heading straight for Bulma. But you remain, holding your ground. "Last time I checked Kakarot, I don't take orders from you." You narrow your eyes at him. "I'm not a part of your "good guy" team--- and don't forget that."

Vegeta turns to you, muttering obscenities under his breath. "Stop being such a brat. And do as you're told."

You hold out your hands, using them as scales to way your options. "Let's see. Go fetch the Dragon Balls like a dog. Or watch Jeice's timely demise. What a tough decision." Sarcasm is practically dripping from your voice. "I won't get involved, Vegeta. So relax, I just want to watch."

Vegeta snickers. "Do as you please. Not my problem if it gets you killed."

Goku turns to your brother, formulating a strategy for how they plan on dealing with Ginyu and Jeice. You observe them carefully, immediately noticing a change in your brother's demeanor. That infuriating smirk creeps up onto his lips just before he flies up into the air. "Have fun, Kakarot!" He lets out a wicked cackle before flying off.

So that's why Vegeta wanted you gone so bad. Knowing Vegeta, this isn't really all that surprising. Honestly, you'd be more shocked if he stayed. You could've flown off a second after Vegeta, but instead, you choose to stay. It's pretty funny, actually. Never in a million years would you have thought there would be a point in time where you'd choose to stay with Kakarot over your brother, but here you are.

Don't be fooled, though. Your decision has nothing to do with Kakarot. You don't care if something happens to him. This is a prime opportunity for you. Without Vegeta babysitting you. You'll finally have the chance to do something you've been dreaming about for over a decade. You'll finally get to teach Jeice a lesson, put him in his place, and humiliate him before you end his dreadful existence.

"Vegeta... dirty double-crosser." You hear Kakarot mutter under his breath before turning backward, his eyes widening when they lock on you. "You stayed?"

A smile creeps up onto your lips as you shake your head. "Don't get all emotional on me, Kakarot. Focus on that matter at hand!" But your warning to Goku was much too late. Ginyu takes advantage of Kakarot's distracted state, throwing the first punch.

You and Jeice observe Goku and Ginyu's battle from the sidelines as the pair go back and forth. From what you've been able to read, their power levels are evenly matched, so this battle could honestly go either way.

Ginyu goes on a tangent before halting their battle, doing one of his many ridiculous poses. "What? Like this?" Kakarot mimics Ginyu and his absurd pose. You can't help but compare Kakarot to Raditz at moments like this. It's almost amusing how alike the estranged brother can be. Though Kakarot isn't doing it in a mean-spirited manner, he just has more than a few screws loose.

Even though you are observing the interaction between Kakarot and Ginyu intently, you can't help but reflect your gaze onto Jeice every so often. You know that expression on his lips. Hell, it's the same cocky smirk that you typically express. He's planning something--- you're just not exactly sure what that something is.

You observe Jeice's body language closely. You even notice the slight shift in his posture. That's a battle stance. You look into the white-haired man's eyes before moving your own gaze to his line of sight. He's looking right at Kakarot. You have to bite your inner lip to stiffen a snicker. How pathetic. The Co-Captain of the Great Ginyu Force is resorting to pitiful sneak attacks.

Before Jeice can even make a move, you speed in front of him, grasping his wrist in a bone-crushing hold. A Cheshire grin spreads across your lips as the red menace stares at you wide-eyed. You turn your head to look back at the battle, which is now behind you. Nither of those fools have even noticed. It's like they're caught up in their own little world.

"You know Jeice." You turn back to look him directly in the eyes. "Kakarot's a lot of things. All unfavorable. But at least he's not a coward."

"H-How did you?" Jeice stammers. The poor thing isn't even able to form complete sentences.

You bring your free hand up to your lips, shushing the man. "Quiet. Now I'm going to stand right beside you. To make sure you don't have any other bright ideas." You let go of the man's wrist before moving to stand somewhat close to him. You're a good enough distance to have some personal space, but you're close enough to stop Jeice if he tries anything funny.

You once again shift gears to watching the battle again. That is until Jeice breaks the comfortable silence that you've grown accustomed to. "Really?" The man snickers as he turns his head towards you. "Him over me?"

You furrow your brows at him. "Who? Kakarot? Don't be idiotic. Kakarot is nothing other than a nuisance."

The white-haired man shakes his head at you. "You were smiling like a damn fool."

You're about to tell Jeice off, but your entire focus is directed back onto the battlefield. By the way, Ginyu and Goku are staring at each other. You can tell some serious shit is about to go down.

You watch Kakarot begin to power up. Your mouth hangs agape as his power level keeps elevating to unseen levels. You knew he had become stronger from when you had last met, but you had no idea that he was capable of increasing his power to such high levels. And with every thousand in power level, the younger Saiyan gains, the more rapid your heartbeat becomes. You continue to observe him in awe as your pupils dilate. Maybe Jeice was onto something after all. Perhaps you're attracted to Kakarot.

You shake your head, snapping yourself out of your thoughts. No. No way. He's just powerful. That's the only reason you feel this way. It's only a simple biological response in a Saiyan woman, and it's nothing more than that.

What will happen Between Goku and Ginyu? Why the hell did Vegeta leave his sister? And how long till Y/N accepts her feelings for Goku? Find out two of those three questions in the next chapter of the Princess of all Saiyans. (Hint: There will be no acceptance any time soon.)

#goku #goku x reader #son goku x reader #dragon ball x reader #dbz fanfiction #saiyan reader #vegeta's sister #dbz x reader #the princess of all sayians

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1/2: hiii, i was wondering if you have the time (and/or patience), could you please explain further about vampire age vs. human age when turned and how that effects how they act and what teenage tendencies the vampires will be prone to? like i get the whole child development frozen. can't be taught. but for like the cullens physical age (17-20s?) you're telling me their 50+ years won't affect them at all? like they won't mature mentally at all? learn? does this make sense? it confuses me too tbh

I always have time to procrastinate my real life responsibilities to talk about twilight are you joking

this is going to be long. so uh, apologies, I guess.

I'm no neuroscientist or anything (fucking duh) and I feel like smeyer makes all of her science-esque explanations vague enough to be left up to some sort of interpretation, but with my understanding it all has to do with what the brain can actually do. so, again, while I’m not a neuroscientist, I am a teacher. I did study child development pretty thoroughly back in school and I work with kids that range from infants to 12 year olds. so I’m going to start with an example on child vampires before I answer your question about teen vamps.

here’s the way I see it:

say you’ve got a two year old. alriiiight, lets make that baby a vampire! now, two year olds are basically large babies who are just beginning to function as people. words are there because vocabularies are being built. fine and gross motor skills are lacking but still being actively improved upon. their understanding of the world as a whole is also pretty basic because they can’t grasp larger concepts. sitting down a vampire toddler—even one who has been a vampire for 5 or 10 years—and saying “hey. you’re illegal. which means we have to keep this on the down-low, meaning you have to like, listen, or both you and I are going to to be straight-up murdered by our immortal lawmakers.” isn’t going to get you any results. your little abomination is just going to ignore you after the first 6 words and start to wonder why you’re making such a funny face.

in the words of Piaget, children aren’t “little adults” and literally cannot function as such because their young brains prevent that. they just don’t have the tools.

I know smeyer took all sorts of “it’s supernatural!!” liberties with Advanced-Functioning-and-Brain-Development Renesmee but the way I make her existence work in my head canons is by headcanoning the opposite with her: I want to see the vampire side of her show in more realistic (and less idealistic) ways. where her parents are frozen vampires, I want to see her slowly developing, as opposed to the weird hyper-developing thing smeyer had going in order to age her faster to get her with Jacob quicker, but uh *coughs* we won’t go into that nasty fact. I want to see a Renesmee at her 2 year old birthday party and she’s still the size of a 6 month old. (Emmett blows a noisemaker too close to her head and she bursts in to tears; he’s subsequently banned from the cottage for a month but it’s not like he misses out on anything. Next time he’s over Renesmee has barely grown anyways.)

so while we have Renesmee’s frankly disturbing case, let’s go back to the actual topic:

the thing is, vampire children’s brains aren’t developing. they’re learning, as all children do, but what makes (human) kids wild from a general standpoint is how fast they do it. but again, with the rate at which their brains develop and their bodies grow, of course they’d pick up things so quickly. they sort of have to in order to help them navigate this world around them in which most pieces of information they’re introduced to are 100% new concepts to them.

now, the real question: can vampire children learn. yeah, to an extent, they probably can. but they’re not learning the way you and I do, or the way a normal kid might. let’s go back to our hypothetical two year old baby vamp for a second. so this kid is frozen in time, right? so that means that while they might practice or perfect skills that are usually developed as they grow, they won’t be able to build off of those learned skills and advance them into something more or something better.

for example, a two year old who has learned to catch and throw a ball with someone else will eventually learn how to throw and catch the ball by themselves because their motor skills and hand-eye coordination will improve as they develop.

not with our vampire baby, though. imagine anything you can teach a two-year old with one full day of practice: catching a ball. hopping with two feet instead of just one. putting on a hat by themselves. now, imagine anything you can teach a five-year old in the same period of time. how to tie a knot. how to do a cartwheel. how to recognize specific words. so, with a two-year old vamp who is technically 5 years old, they wouldn’t be able to further their skills like a human 5 year old because they don’t have the tools to build their skills. so while you may have a 2 year old who can catch a ball from a literal half-mile away, they aren’t going to figure out how to tie their shoes even if you worked on it for 6 months. it aint going to work. they’re going to be figuratively left in the dust developmentally and they’re going to stay that way because, you know, the unchanging nature of the vampire deems it so........

now with our poor, unfortunate immortal teenagers. oof. I really feel for them. I mean, as a grown woman I think back to seventeen year old me and cringe sometimes. all people do, but then I imagine if her development had been stunted and she’d been trapped in that body and mindset for an eternity. it really gives a gal some fucking goosebumps, that’s for sure.

I know everyone likes to joke about how Esme is the only person with braincells in the family because she’s the only one with a fully developed pre-frontal cortex, but when you think about the fact that developmentally she really is the only one who should be calling any shots for that family it makes you wonder why smeyer didn’t make the Cullens a matriarchal family (I mean, we know why, but I digress...)

since the Cullens are written by an adult (and Bella, too, for that matter) that’s why when we read the books when we were younger we all most likely thought “oh! they’re all so level-headed and mature!” and they are a little bit. but that’s because they’re written like that. if the Cullens were as developmentally stunted as smeyer claims they are then they’d be every bit as chaotic as the fandom likes to head canon them as. poor impulse control. bad decisions nearly every step of the way. and sure, they’d learn from mistakes. but when faced with a split-second to make a decision it doesn’t matter if you have 50 years of lived experience behind you. that 17-year old brain in that head of yours is going to act and react. ain’t nothing you can do to stop it.

that’s why Edward being like “alright. fuck it. I'm killing myself” in new moon makes sense to me. and it’s why Rosalie being angry and jaded for nearly the entirety of the series makes sense to me. combine their ages and their last human moments and look back on where there development was stunted: a lot of the shit that people complain about their characters will feel like it makes a shitload of sense. it doesn’t matter if they’ve been ‘alive’ for 100 years.

(this whole thing is also why I made Esme the head of ‘the family’ in CotN, for all intents in purposes. bc of fucking course she would be.)

but think about how frustrating it would be, even with the super-vampire-memory, to look back at every single time you gave into the same impulses. sure, you’ll tell yourself you’ll do better next time. and maybe you will. but the brain calls the shots y'all. and while you might think you’re fully in charge of what it has to do or say, you really are only a passenger in this thing. along for the ride.

to finally answer your question: I think, yes. you are going to have teenage vampires who give off an air of maturity to them because of all of their lived experiences. but I still believe having even a 23 year old in charge (because now I look back on 23 and I’m like, hm, yeah. still a baby.) of a coven of vampires is fucking foolish as shit. but I mean, if Carlisle were as ‘smart’ as his medical degrees say he is, with him at the helm of the family the Cullens wouldn’t get into half the shenanigans they do. that pre-frontal cortex development is vital in making sure someone doesn’t give into impulse, can make thoroughly thought-out decisions, and has proper judgement in a variety of ways. without that, it’s a recipe for disaster (i.e. see: the entirety of The Twilight Saga.)

#the twilight saga #now that what I call a proper waste of time #time to get back to errands before work lmaoooo #mine

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