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

Chapter 24~ Cell Games... START!

Year 767 ([Name]= 18, Vegeta= 35)

"[Name]! Get back here!" Vegeta grumbled, taking a step forward, but Cell's movement, just as the first fight between the young adviser and the Android, made the Prince stop. "You idiot..." He whispered, having no idea how this would go. As much as it would be humorous to watch her kick the shit out of Cell, who knew what would happen-- He didn't want to have to come home and tell Bulma that she died before the thing even started.

"Stop there, Prince! Do you not even trust your adviser? Hmm?" Cell was enjoying this way too much, catching the fist of the female Saiyan, and throwing her across the arena. She easily caught herself and skid to a stop. "Ooh! You've gotten better! I have to say, I'm impressed, child. You used to be so weak."

"I'm going to make you eat those words!" The frown on her face grew to a scowl, making the Android only cackle more, enjoying the moment way too much.

"I see the Vegeta in you again. It's very cute. Acting just like your Prince. Well-- I have heard that 'imitation is the best form of flattery', isn't it?" He was chuckling to himself, watching the Super Saiyan stare back at him. This was likely going to be a lot of taunting, at least, that is what Trunks had gathered from their body language.

"I-Imitation?! What do you take me for? Aren't you the biggest copier here, huh? You are the one that uses all of our moves!" She squeaked back, her face still red out of anger, of some sort. She looked obviously upset with him, just trying to enjoy the verbal fighting. Not that she didn't want to plant her fist somewhere between his eyes.

"I take you for the Prince's beautiful little lap-dog."

"I don't know how I feel about the use of 'beautiful'..." [Name] deadpanned, feeling a mix of confusion and discomfort. "Are you attracted to me?"

"What? For heaven's sake, no-- Gross."

"Fuck you, too."

"Heh-- If you want to." He shrugged, his wings flicking a bit. She only mock-gagged. Laughter followed, the sound of Cell stepping across the ring being the only other sound. "I was thinking... Not that this foreplay isn't fun... that we actually fight now. I want to give you a test. See if you are actually good."

"Sounds good to me! I've been wanting to kick the ever-living shit out of you!" The Android only laughed at that, telling her once more to 'bring it'.

In that moment, she charged him, landing her fist in his stomach. It seemed that her punch made a little bit of a difference to him, he grumbling, before a grin took to his lips, punching her back. Taking his fist to the jaw, she reeled back a little, before the two of them traded a barrage of punches, for the most part, they were all caught.

"I'm surprised she's holding up..." Trunks muttered to Vegeta, who seemed more engrossed in the fight. He did hear his son, but did not look to him. A nod of acknowledgement made the younger Prince aware of, however, the fact he was heard.

"You didn't see her training." The way Vegeta said that made Trunks shiver a little, taking a look at his father, before looking right back to the fight.

"Do I want to know what kind of training she had that she is now able to fight on equal, if not slightly less, of a playing field with Cell, who she nearly died to his previous form?" The half-Saiyan asked, watching his father's shoulders stiffen a little bit.

"Take what you saw in the Gravity Chamber..." Trunks nodded. "Have that every day or nearly that-- with a serious amount of endurance training." The younger Prince had no idea what he meant, but nodded, eyes wide.