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Chapter One

Honour thy sister

A young saiyan child floated in the air of the training arena practicing the fight moves he had seen his father do on a daily basis since he was three years old. Although he was only a year older, his technique was quite something considering he had received no training as yet. Watching from within the distant shadows of the arena, the man the child was emulating watched with a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His son and heir, the king already knew that when the time came, he would rule the empire like no other, he was strong, cunning, eager to fulfil his destiny and although he was head strong he possessed the intelligence which was a rarity among his people.

"Vegeta" the man's voice carried, echoing through the otherwise silent arena.

The young child turned around and floated with an air of grace to the ground below to face the man who had called out to him.

"Yes father", the young prince answered.

"Your mother requests your presence in her chambers immediately my son, she has something she wishes to show you" his father the king answered in a slightly bemused tone.

Vegeta frowned, he knew why his mother had requested his presence, and it was to see his new sibling.

"Urgh, do I have to father" Vegeta replied in an irritated tone, what did he care if his mother had bore another child, it was nothing to do with him, unless it would turn out to threaten his 

right to become king in the future. Then and only then would he see fit to take interest in it, and that interest would be to eliminate it from existence.

"You will do as your mother bid's brat" the king replied his once bemused tone, changing rapidly to that of simple annoyance "now go"

Vegeta hung his head low, mumbling under his breath about when he was king he would answer to no one, while slowly stalking towards the royal wings of the palace. He stopped only momentarily turning his head towards his father's echoing voice to nod in understanding of the words his father was telling him.

"It is about time you began your training brat, tomorrow you will train with Nappa, he will train you in the true way of the Saiyan warrior" his father stated as he strode in the opposite direction towards the soldiers barracks to discuss his sons future with the so said general of his armies.

Vegeta entered his mother's chambers instantly ignoring the guards who held the two large carved stone doors open for him, grunting as they bowed to him showing their loyalty to him as the crown prince.

His mother Buruma sat in her bed chamber with what he knew to be his new sibling swaddled in a shroud of royal blue and red the royal colours, held close to her breast.

"Come here my son" his mother's gentle yet firm tone beckoned to him, "come see your new sister".

At the words 'sister' Vegeta raised one dark eyebrow, the barest hint of interest showing on his young face.

Vegeta strode purposely towards his mother as she bade him. Once he stood in front of her, his mother shifted the bundle into her right arm while extending her left to gently embrace her young son.

"This is your sister Bulma", his mother stated, letting her arm fall from his embrace and back towards the bundle held securely within her right, bringing the small wiggling baby into Vegeta's view.

Vegeta's eyes bulged when he gazed upon the child held within his mother's arms. She looked nothing like anything he had ever seen before. The child had pale blue hair and the brightest blue eyes anyone could ever imagine, and he also noticed the lack of a tail. The one thing he noticed above all else though was the lack of ki, it was almost non existent.

"What is that thing mother" Vegeta blurted out in a shocked and disgusted tone. "That cannot be my sister, she is ugly, she looks nothing like a Saiyan, and she has no discern... discern..., she has no ki!, Vegeta finished, frowning as he did so.

"Vegeta, that is no way to speak of your sister, you will show respect brat or I'll beat it into you" his mothers annoyed voice rang out in an elevated tone showing her displeasure of her son's hurtful remarks of her new child.

"Bulma is special, she is a gift to us from the great kings themselves, the gods have smiled on Vegetasie and bestowed us this precious gift, she may look different from every other Saiyan, but she still is Saiyan and she is the royal princess of the house of Vegetasie, so you remember that my son" the queen spoke heatedly, while gazing with loving eyes from the small bundle she held to that of her first born.

"Forgive me mother" Vegeta whispered in an apologetic tone, "I meant no disrespect to you or our gods".

"You are forgiven my son, however I do ask something of you" the queen reciprocated.

At this, Vegeta raised both eyebrows and stared hard at his mother, he knew he was not going to like where this conversation was going to be heading.

"You, my son, are to swear to me on your honour, as the prince of Saiyan's and heir to the throne that you will always protect Bulma" his mother stated with all the authority she held as the Saiyan queen.

"What, you have got to be joking, me protect her" Vegeta almost screamed whilst inching his way nearer towards his sister, still held within his mothers arms.

"And why would I be joking about something as serious as that, what is so wrong with her, and I do not want to hear anymore about what she looks like" the queen answered in exasperated tone.

Vegeta neared as close as he could and peered into the shroud, housing Bulma who had a determined look of concentration running across her pale features. He suddenly reeled back as if something had burned him, wrinkling his nose and waving his arms about.

"She stinks!" Vegeta bellowed, "I'm not protecting her, hell I do not want to even be near her, peeeww"

"Oh, great kings" the queens high pitched shrill rang within the room.

Vegeta winced at the decibels his mother's voice could reach when she was coming close to breaking point.

"Guard's, guards" the queen screeched

The doors to the queens royal chambers opened and a tall Saiyan guard with long shoulder length spiky brown hair entered, immediately bending on one knee and placing his right hand over his heart in respect of his queen.

"Yes my queen", the guard spoke, his nose also beginning to twitch at the odour which was beginning to consume the whole of the queens chambers.

"Fetch the wet nurse immediately, the princess is in need of assistance", the queen spoke with a face that held no hint of knowledge about the pungent smell which was emanating from the Bulma.

Within minutes the guard returned with the wet nurse Radda, who had also cared for Vegeta while he had been an infant, she quickly curtsied to the royal trio and hurriedly left taking 

Bulma with her. The queen then rose from her perch in her chair and gracefully approached the doors to her balcony, opening them up and striding outside gazing momentarily towards the gardens which spread out below. She then stopped and beckoned towards her son for him to follow her outside which he did without a moments hesitation, not only to hear what his mother wanted to tell him, but also to escape the smell that he thought could wipe out an entire army.

"My son" the queen began in an almost whispered and pained voice, "I know what I ask of you is a lot, especially for one so young, however, there may come a time when your father and I are not around and we, I need to know that Bulma is going to be safe".

Vegeta raised his eyes to his mothers serious words, "what do you mean, father and you may not be around" his voice showing his confusion.

"As you know the universe is at war with the Kold's, they control half the galaxy and will stop at nothing to gain full control over the rest of the planets" the queen began.

"There might come a time when we have to fight them to keep our claims in this sector of space, and as strong as we are, there is little doubt that we can overcome this and prevail ourselves as the victors if this occurs, the Kold's are a formidable foe, especially Freeza" the queen continued spitting out the last word as if she had just tasted something foul.

"Do not worry about the Kold's mother, I am destined to become the legendary and I will rid the universe of them before they have the chance to come to Vegetasie" the young prince stated, while clenching his small fists by his side.

The queen knelt besides her son and pulled him into a tight embrace, almost cutting off his oxygen. She knew that it had been foretold that he would be the next legendary, however it did not stop her primary instinct as a mother of wanting to protect her son from the evils of the universe.

"I know my son, I know" she breathed against his ear.

She then moved him to arms length holding him by the shoulders looking into the eyes which matched that of her mate, how he was the image of his father, it pulled at her heart to know that he would not always be her innocent child whom she still snuck into his room at night to watch sleep.

"Please my son, swear to me that you will protect your sister, swear on your honour as the prince of Saiyan's and the foretold legendary, that you will not let harm come to her if is within your power to do so" his mother pleaded with sorrowful eyes which told of her troubled thoughts.

"For you mother, for you, I will try" Vegeta said, while reaching out to run his hand across his mothers cheek, adding "but she still stinks".