The Forgotten Saiyan

One

"When she was first born, The King of all Saiyans wasn't very happy. He had wanted to pass our kingdom to his first born son. No, we had a first born daughter. All of Planet Vegeta rejoiced, all except him. This angered me."

I take a deep breath and close the journal that once belonged to my mother.

I always thought my father had hated me, Vegeta's constant taunting and this journal confirms it. I reopen the book out of curiosity. At least now I know why I was pushed to the far corners of my Father's life.

"From the moment Celeria opened her eyes, I knew she was a fighter, bound to rule the planet one day. King Vegeta didn't see this. All he saw was his personal greed  for a son. He seemed shamed of Celeria, as I watched her grow, I saw something in her change, she became a fighter, and trained everyday, hoping for her father's approval. When Vegeta came along, she worked harder and still. received a glace from him once."
 A knock on my door disturbs me, I throw the book under my bed, in case it's Vegeta. I don't want him knowing of this.

"What?" I call, my voice cracking from not using it.

The door cracks open, and Piccolo enters. "How's it going?" He asks, being the only one knowing of the book I found.

I look out the door to make sure Vegeta isn't in the halls.

"Well, I found that my father hated and wanted nothing to do with me, but my mother saw the truth, and I am, in fact, the princess of Saiyans. You didn't believe me." I scoff.

"Well, Celeria, no one spoke of you."

I glare at him.

"Oh, right."

"Should I tell Vegeta?"

He sighs, unsure. "Well, not if you haven't read it all, no, we don't need the Prince of Pride finding something out he would never have wanted to know."

"Right."

"And your training?" He asks

"Boring, I can't find anything challenging enough."

"You sound like your brother."

I gasp. "Shut up! Don't relate me to him!"

"But, Technically y-"

"I said shush!!"

 "ICE CREEEAAM!!" I hear Goku call from a distance.

My eyes widen, "Where?!" I yell, dashing off to find Goku, Piccolo stays behind, rolling his eyes, probably going to read my mother's book.

I find Goku on the kitchen, staring in the freezer.

I grab the two largest bowls i can find as Goku picks out 16 different flavors of Ice cream.

I have already eaten chocolate, mint, vanilla, and moose tracks, when Vegeta kicks in the door, nearly busting it off it's hinges.

"CELERIA!! WHERE IS THE BOOK?!"

Goku looks at me with wide, confused eyes.

"It's fine." I mouth. I turn my attention to Vegeta. "I don't know what you're talking about." I say calmly.

I can only hope Piccolo heard Vegeta's rage, and hid the book, or better yet, took it with him.

"Yes you do know! You stole our mother's book and I want it back!!"

"What book?" I ask, holding a spoonful of ice cream in mid-air. Goku reaches over and eats it, I cast him a side glance. "There was a book?" I decide to play dumb, knowing that if he wants it, there is DEFINITELY something he doesn't want me seeing.

He drops his voice, as it's dripping with seething rage growing stronger and stronger with every passing moment. "Cel, give me the book!!" 

"I told you, I don't know wha your talking about!!"

I wouldn't be surprised if he went Super Saiyan soon. "Then I will search every inch of your room until I find it!!" He yells, banging his fist on the table.

I stand up from my chair and pull on the hem of his Saiyan uniform, close in resemblance to mine. His face inches from mine, I stare into his cold eyes. "Do it. You won't find anything, it's just a waste of your time."

"I will, and when I find it, oooh, when I find it, you pathetic liar."

I slap him in the face. "You're a complete moron, you know that?" He rubs the spot on his face the glows red.

"You're a disgrace to our family, and you know it."

I hear Goku stand nervously, but all I see is red. I punch Vegeta in the gut, and he doubles over in pain.

"If I'm the disgrace, what are you?" I ask, leaving and slamming the door behind me.