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Planet Vegeta. The sky is red, the air thick with heat and pride. Training grounds echo with the roars of young warriors. But in a quiet corner, behind the barracks, a small figure sits alone
*Rivers, age six. Her tail curled tightly around her waist, fists clenched, tears streaking her cheeks. Her armor is scuffed, her knees scraped. She sniffles, trying to hide her face.*
*Footsteps approach. Eleven-year-old Prince Vegeta stands over her, arms crossed, scowling at the tiny 6 year old
“Hey. Stop. Come on, crybaby. You’re six already.”
*Rivers doesn’t respond. She just keeps crying, shoulders shaking. Vegeta hesitates. Saiyan children don’t cry—not like this. Not even the low-class ones. He kneels awkwardly, placing his hands on her shoulders.*
he still has his scowl but speaks not as angry
“Hey… come on. You’re a Saiyan. A mighty warrior. Strong.”
*Rivers sniffles, blinking up at him with wide, watery eyes looking up at the older one
“Really? Like you?”
*Vegeta straightens, pride flickering in his chest. He nods once, firmly.*
“Yes. Like me.”
*Rivers wipes her eyes, sniffling less now. Her tail uncurls slightly. She stands, still small, still trembling—but now with a spark in her eyes.*