DBZ: The Princess Saga (Vegeta x Reader)

Ch. 14: The First Few Rounds

    The next few rounds were pretty much the same, but after dinner with the prince was announced, the girls began trying to deal as much damage as possible. In a sense, Vegeta's plan for more entertainment and to make you jealous had backfired on him. Not only were you annoyed and no longer speaking to him, but he worried you would now get hurt in the process. You weren't a terrible fighter during your training sessions with him, but you were more like his personal punching bag.

He of course didn't know you were holding back during those matches, and his words over the scouter just infuriated you more. "You could drop out," he offered. "No shame in that." His tone was mocking, but deep down he hoped you would take the out.

A knock came at the door and you scoffed. "I'm next." You placed the scouter down before he could respond to you, rolling out your shoulders and stretching before opening the door.

A shorter male saiyan, perhaps in his early teens, opened the door. "Ms. Y/N?" You nodded. "If you'll follow me to the entrance of the arena, please." You did as you were told, following him down the hall and into a room. "If you'd like to change into another set of armor, that long haired man sent for some."

You thanked Raditz silently as you went through the closet of clothes, not wanting to fight in Vegeta's colors. The last thing you wanted was to stand out more than you already were going to, and wearing the colors of the prince did just that. You grabbed your guard armor that was in the same style as what you had now, but the yellow accents were replaced with your favorite color and the shortened body suit was pitch black.

You stepped out of the room to see the boy still waiting for you. "Follow me please." The two of you walked down the hallways and to the entrance of the arena, the bright light of the sun just beyond the overhang you stood under.

"Good luck ma'am." He smiled, walking off. "I hope you win. Give us lower class fighters a good rep."

His words sparked a fire in you as you cracked your knuckles and wound your tail up tightly around your waist. You would be fighting a woman named Brusstil, and her house, according to the announcer, was the same as Ponato's. Her armor color matched her sisters, a deep green chestplate with white highlights and a solid black bodysuit, covering her neck, arms, and legs. Her black hair was piled into a messy bun on her head, no doubt changed at the last minute to avoid what had happened to her sister.

"Her fighter, folks, is a fill in for Ms. Appul!" The announcer called, the crowd becoming almost silent. It felt like pins and needles were running across your skin as he continued. "Her opponent, coming from the outer rim of the city, is Ms. Y/N!"

A gasp fell across the crowd before you walked out, the quiet incredibly unnerving. The bright light hurt your eyes after being in the darkened corridors, and as they adjusted you realized just how crowded the stands were and that every single eye there was focused on you. You glanced to your right, spotting the prince sitting on the edge of his throne, his elbows planted firmly into his knees as he clasped his hands in front of his face. He had no idea how you would perform here, and the reaction the crowd was having unnerved him.

"Is this a joke?" Brusstil scoffed, taking her fighting stance across the ring from you. "You're going to fight me? Really? They truly have paired me with the lowest of the low." She braced her arms at her sides, fists clenched by her chest, standing with her legs almost in a lunge.

"The only joke I've heard so far is your false confidence," she frowned at your words, sneering in disgust at your presence. That was the final straw. You took your fighting stance, mimicking the prince's. He smirked when he saw you do it, watching as you lowered yourself down and steadied your one hand in front of your face. The other braced at your side, just as the two of you had practiced.