Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Requiem for Vegeta-sei ❯ 13 ( Chapter 13 )

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A/N: This is for SMDSP because she has been bugging me for more Homini. I have to admit that I've really had a week full of writer's block - internal and external.

Homini slouched against the far wall. Fighting her father was harder than she had thought. She knew that her own power level was still slightly below his last recorded one but she did not think that it was that much of a difference. The man was impossible to hit. The first half of the short spar was spent with her trying to land a punch or a kick while the second half was spent by her being the Prince's personal punching bag.

When she could no longer stand and take another hit, he had given her some sort of bean. It miraculously healed her. Physically, she felt better than she had in a long time. When she went into the spar that morning, she was still feeling the fight from the day before and the stiffness from sleeping in a chair.

She did not know what to say now. Vegeta seemed like he was ignoring her. He was working out in the center of the chamber like what he had just done was not very much of a work out. She could tell that he still did not look like he was really working hard. He had barely broken a sweat at all nor did his expressionless face change during their whole time together. She was so engrossed in her own thoughts and watching him that she almost did not realize that he had spoken.

"So you ran away?"

"What?" Homini jumped. It took her a second to process what he had said. "How…I mean…how did you know that?"
"I wasn't born yesterday," the Prince said stopping what he was doing but still did not look at her. "I know what Saiyan Tradition demands of its royal line, remember?"

"I wasn't running away," the girl said trying to convince someone -maybe even herself. "I was looking for you."
"Right."

"I was!" she argued.

"Save it," he interjected before she could lie more. "If you were really looking for me, then they would have sent others with you."

The young, female Saiyan remained silent. She had again underestimated her father. She did not realize how transparent her motives were. She now was at the mercy of the man she barely knew.

The Prince finally turned to look at his daughter. His voice held the slightest tone of interest, "So who is he?"
"Who's who?"

"Don't give me that. I know how old you are, I know Saiyan tradition, and I know what is expected of the heir to the throne, even if they are female. So don't try to play innocent with me," Vegeta said sternly.

"Nroc," the girl stated dropping her eyes. "They are forcing that brute, Nroc on me."
"So, he's the strongest male," the prince seemed to consider that for a moment. "No way!"

"What?"
"There is no way that Nappa's brat is going anywhere near any brat of mine," Vegeta said angrily. "I will not let him take the throne after me."

"There's no way around it," she said slightly surprised at her long lost father's words. "The remaining elder's chose him and believe me, he is more than willing to mate with me so he can be king. Then, once that happens, I will no longer have any rights as a Princess according to tradition."

"Hn…" the prince stood there thinking for a moment before he looked at the girl again. "Well, just don't sit there. You did not fight well enough to earn a nap today. You have a lot of work to do if you even think you want to fight Kakkarot's youngest brat again since he embarrassed you. Get up, we'll work for a while then my other brats' mother can find you some better clothes. Earthmen are pigs and that bodysuit doesn't hide much."

"I don't need clothes…" she started to argue.

"It will make that woman happy for some weird reason," Vegeta smirked before going on. "And besides, if you are going to be staying awhile, brat, then you will have to blend in better."