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

Chapter 19~ The Making of a Super Saiyan (Part Four)

Year 767 ([Name]= 18, Vegeta= 34)

It was a different feeling to Vegeta to fight with someone who was on his level, to train with them. When he went in the Time Chamber, before, with the Future form of Trunks, he felt that was one thing-- But, [Name] was at a different level than that. She wasn't as strong as Trunks, at first, that was sadly true. However, it wasn't the actual power level that he meant-- It was more of, someone that was close enough, so another Super Saiyan with a close power level, but also someone who was well aware of his fight style, had one similar. It was... different.

Trunks was far more inexperienced. He didn't talk much with the kid, but he did hear some stuff from him, as it was his son's choice. If he had his way, he would ignore the future form. He did end up learning quite a bit about what his son did, his fight experience was lacking, in comparison to the other Z Fighters, who had fought since they were little. Not that Vegeta would call himself a Z Fighter. To be honest, he hated them, it was [Name] and Bulma that made him feel a little more at home.

From what he knows from his adviser, Goku has fought hundreds of fights and battles since he was little. All three of the full bloods were that way, actually. Even the humans and Namekian had more fighting experience than his 'brat'-- And, he supposed, even if he wouldn't admit it aloud, that made the difference.

[Name] had made great progress, it had been a few months after their initial entering, there being another two, maybe three at the latest, months left until they were to leave. To him, she had surpassed the power of his son already. Though the Prince wouldn't admit, he was aware that his son surpassed him, the first time in the Time Chamber. But, now? He and his adviser had pushed their power levels, settling Trunks firmly behind the full-bloods. Sadly, half-bloods will never be as good as those with full Saiyan DNA.

That initial hurdle, that one thing that was holding her back was far behind her now. She easily could rival himself or Goku, as she should. The Prince wasn't so sure about Gohan, Goku's brat-- Something about Goku's behavior and the aura emitting from the half-breed gave him shivers. He was strong, but-- it seemed it was an internal thing. It was certain that strength will not last forever, as long as the three full-bloods continue to practice.

His and his adviser's intimate times were still frequent, he did believe them to be helping her cause. Within a few days after each occurrence, her power always spiked. And, not spiked as in grew high for a moment, then returned. But, truly increased, it grew. He was proud. But, there is probably a line he is crossing.

The Prince had made the mental note that it was best to not continue his explicit actions with his adviser after they left the Time Chamber. For her safety and for the sake of the group. Not that he and Bulma were really a couple, or anything, but the two of them were living in Bulma's house, and he could just see the conflicts and all the fights that would happen. It just didn't sound like a good idea.

The past few months were eventful, to say the least. Again, the Prince and his adviser were skyrocketing in their ability, growing their energy to levels that were once so unbelievable. Her ability was unlike anything he was familiar with-- Now, the question was, was it because of his special training or was it because of something else? Said special training still continued-- usually once a week, his goal was to mix it up every once and a while. The bed only has so much use before it's boring. Though, he had to admit, it was hard sometimes to have to deal with periods-- Gross.

He sat on the edge of the central building, right on the stairs, watching [Name] as she trained. A cup was in his hand, he sipping on some water, while he watched. As he thought about it-- it really wasn't just the bed, was it? The kitchen had been used a few times. The very stairs he was sitting on-- both beds-- the kitchen table in the center of the foyer-- random areas in the void-- on the foyer floor-- the bath tub--