The Prince's Adviser [Vegeta x Saiyan! Female! Reader]

Chapter 75~ Train to the Death

Year 779 ([Name]= 33, Vegeta= 51) [Kuriya= 4, Aoi= 3, Trunks= 13, Gohan= 22, Goten= 13] Approx. September 779

"I suggest you call Whis in—because I'm out for blood today." Was all the Queen said, walking off to find Bulma.

"Well, you know what they say—A Saiyan gets stronger every time he comes back from the brink of death. Count me in!" Goku skipped after [Name] as she started down the hallway, leaving the King, Prince, and Namekian in their wake.

"So... what's this 'Daelo' everyone keeps mentioning?" Future Trunks asked the two of them in confusion, he staring down the hallway as the two full-bloods went into the lab. It seems, in the interim, Bulma had gone back to work.

"Daelo is a fusion." Piccolo muttered, looking elsewhere. Now that he was put on the spot, he actually felt a little sheepish.

"Fusion? The heck?" It seemed the Prince wasn't fully getting it.

"Gotta put on the big-boy pants, I guess—" Vegeta sighed loudly, rolling his eyes at Piccolo before turning to Trunks. "The idiot learned this technique in Other World from some dead alien—Think [Na'] said it was a Metamoran. It lets two people fuse into one being—I was told that it was two people of similar strength and size—but somehow, these two goons fuse."

"Did you just call me a 'goon'?" Piccolo scowled down at the King.

"I did."

"Did you just call me a 'goon'?" They all turned to see the Queen standing there with the Whis receiver, cocking a brow at her husband.

"I did!" Vegeta wore a smirk. "Got a problem?"

"Whis— Bring your A-game." Was all [Name] said, a similar grin on her lips as she stared them down. She then turned down the hall and back to the kitchen, checking on her two children.

Goku was still in the lab when Whis had finally arrived. The group was chatting, just trying to fill the time as it seemed the Queen had been in the kitchen for the rest of the time, helping her children with breakfast and aiding Trunks in his homework.

"Let's go, [Name]!" Vegeta's voice echoed through the halls, he watching his wife step out of the kitchen, corralling the three royal Saiyans out. She seemed to be talking quietly to Trunks, pointing at things on the tablet he held. "We got shit to do."

"I'm coming. I'm busy raising your child!" She bit back, making him bellow with laughter.

"What's with all the savagery being slung around between them?" Future Trunks muttered, watching the Queen aid his younger self, directing him towards the yard. It seemed he was done with his homework.

"I've figured that's just how they work." Goku hummed with a shrug, his hands on his hips. "I've lived with the two of them for the past few years now—and known them for nearly two decades. I think they just hype each other like that. I'm not sure if it's normal, because Chi-chi and I don't act like this, but... they do."

"Kuriya, don't forget your shoes!" [Name] called, watching the three children bolt for the front doors. The Prince stopped what he was doing, grabbed his shoes that were about ten feet from the door, slipped them on, and then followed after his siblings.

"You kids ready?" Whis asked with a hum, looking over the group before him.

"Damn straight." Vegeta hummed.

"Definitely." Goku chirped right after.

"Yessir." Piccolo was still very terrified of pissing off Beerus and his attendant.