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

Chapter 77~ Back to Black

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

Meanwhile in 796—

"Force-a habit—" [Name] muttered, stepping back from the resistance soldier, who looked a little shocked by her display. She watched the man run off to Trunks' side, he and his buddies telling him how thankful they were for his actions at a previous battle.

"It's more than fine—but you need to relax, otherwise this'll end up exactly like the Dabura incident. And I would like to come home with you in one piece." Vegeta walked up to her, giving her a glance. His words made her nod, she understood.

"I'm a tad bit nervous." They both watched the small interaction between Trunks and the other people from his timeline.

"Utterly reasonable. You got this." She nodded to him and they grouped up with Goku, Trunks, and the resistance fighters.

"We are sorry—you really do a lot like Black—" One of the fighters said, eyeing Goku, who was just sheepish. "Doesn't help that your friend has that mean face—and she's scary too—"

"It's your face that's the problem, Vegeta—" Goku muttered to his friend.

"I—" The Queen seemed to relax as she laughed at his words. "You do got a scary face, darling—" She admitted, before turning to the soldiers. "My apologies—consider it an instinctive response." She bowed her head.

"No, no—it's our bad, we should have known—" At their side, Vegeta looked like he was silently fuming over such a stupid comment about his face. But the look his wife gave him calmed him back down.

"Regardless—I think some introductions are in order—" Trunks hummed, looking between them all. "This is Goku—and Vegeta—And [Name]—any further explanation might take a lot more time—"

"Well, now we know they're with you, Commander—" One of the fighters spoke up. "We can only assume these are the fighters from the past here to help us take down Black." It seems, unbeknownst to him, that his mother, Bulma, had explained to the fighters what the gameplan was.

Within a few minutes time, they had arrived at an underground base. In it were countless soldiers, there were many injured. He honestly just thankful so many people were alive. He wished it were far more though, as glancing over what was left—it looked to be maybe less than two hundred.

Many of those left were actually rather frightened, seeing Goku, but Trunks was quick to extinguish any fear, explaining who exactly he was. There wasn't much the three Saiyans could do, watching Trunks speak with the people of his time. It was rather depressing to see what had become of these peoples' lives, especially after they had gotten rid of the Androids after their years of tyranny.

Bulma had sent with them a sort of care package. It full of fresh food, clothes, and supplies. Not only hoping to lift their spirits, but hopefully to get them to some semblance of full health. With all the bleakness, it must be nice to have real, home-cooked food.

Leaving the many refugees to their own devices, the motley Saiyan crew headed outside, standing among the rubble. It seems it was now or never.

"Let's fight Black. And get peace restored for you, Trunks!" Goku seemed more than excited with such a notion. But when has a fight ever not made him happy? Maybe, the fight against Android Nineteen—but he was sort of having a heart attack.

"Yes! Let's do this!" Trunks was actually rather excited. He hoped to see happy faces like the ones of the refugees much more often.

"No. You get to watch." It was Vegeta.