His Saiyan Queen [Complete]

Seeing One Another

     Hela woke up to the sound of pounding on her bedroom door. She stood up, putting her waist-length mane in a ponytail before walking over to the bedroom door and unlocking it. It slid up, revealing Kakarot smiling. 

     "You're coming to the arena today," Kakarot stated.

     "So we can watch weaklings try to fight the prince? No thanks, I would rather see if there's a job available." Hela said, slipping on a red shirt over her tank top.

     "What if we compete?"

     Hela almost slipped as she was putting on her leggings over her underwear, "You're letting the power go to your head more than usual Kakarot."

     "My father is a commander, what do you expect? You've been training with me, you know both of us would have a chance at facing, maybe even defeating, Prince Vegeta!"

     "Yes, the lower class Saiyans could defeat the prince, in our dreams," Hela said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

     "We are not the lowest of levels! We would have been sent off the planet,"

     "I'm sure the only reason we weren't sent off planet was that they were all out of baby pods," Hela said with a negative tone.

     "Okay, if you come with me and enter the arena with me I will go on the next two shipment missions with you without a word of complaint," Kakarot offered.

     Hela's eyebrows raised. Kakarot knew Hela did not enjoy the shipping missions she was assigned to. It was the same thing every time. She would get into a pod, travel to a planet alone with a pod of supplies following behind her, arrive and deal with the scared people receiving the shipments, and she would go home to repeat the process after two days of rest. It was boring work to her, she enjoyed fighting. But what Saiyan didn't like to fight? Giving her old friend Kakarot a smile, she nodded her head as she began to walk towards the door.

     "Come on Kakarot, we have some elite level Saiyans to destroy in combat,"

     Kakarot smiled widely, jumping up with excitement. His tail flicked side to side before he had it re-wrap around his waist. Hela shook her head, walking down the stairs of her home and grabbing a weird purple fruit off her kitchen table. The two Saiyans walked out of her house. A group of kids ran past her, their tails whipping back and forth as they pushed and shoved one another. Hela smirked, watching them head into a nearby house and shouting. Kakarot walked past Hela, leading the way through the city streets. 

     They walked for twenty minutes. Hela ate quickly, her tail swishing elegantly as she walked. Many of the Saiyan women frowned at her as she passed. She knew why. Almost everyone that lived around her thought Kakarot was handsome. They knew his father was once a lower level fighter in King Vegeta's army, until after one war with a stubborn race that would not bow down to the Saiyan, led King Vegeta to allow Kakarot's father, Bardock, become a commander of a platoon on Saiyans. Hela didn't know much about her family. Her father was a lower level that disappeared when he told her they were moving to the city and she knew nothing about her mother. 

     "Every year King Vegeta hosts this tournament," Kakarot says happily.

     "Ever since the Battle of Scivall," Hela added.

     "Father tells me about that one every time I get a chance to talk to him,"

     Soon enough the sound of fighting and chanting could be heard. Hela smirked and began to walk faster. Kakarot was on her side, matching her pace. Neither of them could contain their excitement. As much as Hela hated to admit it, the sound of a tournament excited her. As prideful and aggressive as the rest of her race was, it seemed no one had as much joy for fighting as her or Kakarot. Every Saiyan wanted to be powerful and fight but Kakarot and Hela do things that the normal Saiyan wouldn't do. They train to build their power almost every day they are not working. Using their power they go beyond their limits in hope to get stronger. Saiyans fought each other for fun but Kakarot and Hela wouldn't just fight until one of them gave up. They've made each other bleed, bruise, and almost break one another.

     Walking up to large, enforced gates the two Saiyans entered a colosseum-like arena full of a screaming crowd. There were two signs, one said that fighters go left, one says viewers go right. Kakarot dragged Hela to the right and they waited in a large line. Half an hour of waiting later, Hela almost froze when she spotted who they were waiting to see. Prince Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans, would be the one who would say who would be fighting today. He was shorter than she expected but still taller than her. His scowl could murder anyone, his arms were crossed over his chest as he looked at the woman standing in front of Hela, trying to get into the fight. His energy reader was on as he looked her in the eyes.

     "You dare lie to me and call yourself an elite level? Get out of my sight before I have you jailed or worse," Prince Vegeta snapped.

     The woman ran like the wind out of the building, telling Hela that Kakarot was next. Hela stood close to him, listening to every question Vegeta asked and got her answers ready. Her pulse was raised for some reason, it felt like she was already about to fight someone. Vegeta's voice was stern and almost rude as he questioned Kakarot.

     "What is your name?"

     "I am Kakarot, son of Bardock,"

     "What's your rank?"

      "Low level,"

     "Then what makes you think you can fight in my arena?"

     "Because I am a Saiyan and I have been training for this fight all year,"

     "Get inside, the only reason you get to fight is because your father is Bardock." Vegeta snapped, pointing to a metal door behind him.

     Kakarot looked behind him for a second, giving Hela a smile.

     Hela walked up, her face released from all emotion. She didn't want to give Vegeta any data on her, any more than his scanner already has. Vegeta didn't speak for a few moments, his dark brown eyes staring daggers into hers.

      "Name?" Vegeta questioned.

     "Hela,"

     "Rank?"

     "I don't know, my father raised me away from all other Saiyans,"

     "Sounds like you're no Saiyan at all then," Vegeta snapped.

     "Let me in the fight and I'll show you I'm one of the best," 

     "Get inside then,"

     As Hela strutted away from Prince Vegeta, she was filled with pride. Her mind was telling her the worst of things were going to happen. Now she is excited as he accepted her into the fight. Opening the door revealed a room full of men and women. Some she recognized as elite level warriors, others she had no clue who they were. Kakarot was leaning against a wall, looking at the double doors that lead to the middle of the arena. Hela nudged him, smirking as he looked at her happily.

      "I knew they let weaklings in here," He joked.

     Hela punched his arm, "Shut your mouth. What happens next, do you know?"

     "Not a damn clue,"

A/N

Hey there guys! Author here :) Things won't be entirely correct in this altered universe. I will be changing things how I please but will keep some things as correct as I can, I promise! But, HELA HAS RETURNED. So enjoy :D