Meira was impressed, something that seemed to happen a lot since coming back. She was known for being the tough, hardest to please, most annoyingly strict war general of her time. Training the great Prince Vegeta to a unreachable stature before her 'death', as he climbed the ranks, so did she. The more he accomplishments were recognised, the more she was exalted. Feasts, riches, soldiers, males, land, even planets, were all bestowed on her. They all seemed to dull in comparison when it came to Vegeta trying to get her to not waste her boon on something less than extraordinary. 

They trained, or more correctly Vegeta brought her to death's door 5 times before she could catch his movements enough to put up some semblance of a fight. He never hesitated, her bones broke, blood spilled, but it did not deter him. Just like she taught him. Just as the light started to fade, he would command her to live, bringing to a level of consciousness enough to make her eat something called a sensu bean, which miraculously made her body heal immediately. Except she could feel the power she had gained from that loss. 

"What the hell is this delicacy?" she asked between huffs, 

"This is what the earthlings call a sensu bean, eating one of them is equivalent to spending a month in a restoration tank," Vegeta explained wiping his bloodied gloves on his pants, he saw her flinch at the mention of the restoration tank, 

"It is grown on a flying island, by a fat boy and a cat," Vegeta continued, but sighed at hearing ridiculous it sounded. He sweatdropped when he saw her confused expression as well, 

"I will take you there to see it for yourself at a later stage, so that you can see that there really is no better way to explain that situation," he said, as he watched swallow the last bit of the bean that she had been chewing, 

"In preparation for me training you, I went to commandeer a few to keep up with our training, knowing that it will be a minute before anyone can convince you to get back into a tank," he said, his voice a bit lower, looking away. She stared at him, he was never this compassionate before. He had grown so much since they were young. However her mind could not help but linger on 'commandeer' , she as a Saiyan knew what that meant and could not help but find humour in the thought of Vegeta stealing beans from a fat boy and a cat, it sounded almost like a folktale, 

Once she was fully healed, she stood feeling a new power surge through her, but before she could fully comprehend it, Vegeta was attacking her again. She was so impressed at how powerful he had become and even more impressed at how despite the fact that she could see his concern dancing behind his steeled gaze, yet he did not dishonour her by holding back, she was almost moved to tears. He would have made an excellent ruler. 

They eventually called it quits when they made a noticeable dent in their sensu bean supply. Additionally, the sheer amount of her blood littering the training room was alarming. They had begun to slip on it and had a bit more difficulty with fighting, 

"Tomorrow, you will make use of the gravity chamber, to get used to your new strength and power, as well as to reinforce it, the day after we will train again," Vegeta explained, moving a stand of hair out of his own face, simultaneously wiping some of her blood on his face, 

"Eww," she commented half-jokingly, 

"I don't recall our training ever being this... gruesome, " Vegeta said more to himself than her, 

" That is because you were seldomly conscious enough to take stock of it, additionally, we had no sensu beans, once you were on deaths door - I had to take you to medical, the training room was cleaned, whereas now, we do not need to stop when I am injured, I heal and then we continue, the blood is bound to be a lot more than what we usually would have had we been training in the past, sire" she said looking at her blood coating the walls and floor, had Vegeta been mated to a Saiyan, his mate would hardly be happy to smell how much her scent was on him, it would probably take days before it would wash off... a certain lavender haired male came to her mind at the thought, she would have to keep the boy away from his father until her scent is removed lest she wanted a Super Saiyan battle to break out in Capsule Corp.

She sat up straighter, flexing her now toned muscles,

"This is going a lot faster than I could ever predicted it to happen,"  she sighed, feeling a familiar hum in her muscles, such power, 

"Still this..." he trailed off, she looked at him as he stared at her blood covering almost all of the surfaces, the floor was covered in puddles to the point that they could see themselves in its reflection. She could see there was more that he wanted to say, but could understand that it was not something a warrior should be taken a back by, he was ashamed that the sight disturbed him, 

"Sire, if I may," she tried, 

"Just Vegeta, while we train at least," he said, she nodded, knowing that she would never agree to that, 

"Your battles are on a different level than what they were before, using power blasts and blowing the enemy away. Not ripping them cleanly apart and discarding them and never to having to linger your gaze on their bleeding out corpses. It is understanding that this is unsettling for you after all this time," she explained smiling gently, as a mother would explain to her cub, she could not help but feel happier that she could see the visible weight that he carried of the shame of being unable to look at it left him. She could understand his feelings, they were a warrior race, blood baths were their past times when leveling nations, it was second nature to them. Times were different. 

"You didn't make a sound," he reflected, 

"Hm?" she asked, tilting her head, the motion would look innocent if her own blood hadn't matted her hair down to her head, 

"I broke nearly every bone in your body, and you made nothing more than a grunt," Vegeta said, trying to figure out if he was in awe or in horror at the fact that her bones snapping in his hands hurt him probably more than it hurt her, 

"I am a warrior, physical pain, breathing, bones breaking, sleeping, killing and eating. All tasks that are in my nature," she said with a certain distant look on her face. He watched her, baffled at how she could categorize those -supposedly very vast terms- in the same sentence, were the times truly that different. Or was Meira just that formidable. 

"Thank you for not holding back. A weaker Saiyan would hesitate in breaking their teachers bones, but not you," She said, standing up from the sticky ground she was on. She did not have to say it, she could see what she meant had reached his ears as a small smile graced his face. She was so very proud of him. 

"I need to go wash up before the young prince returns and goes ape because of your scent on me," she said, Vegeta smirked at the thought, 

"I should be so lucky," he said chuckling, getting up,

"This is the most Saiyan-like he has ever behaved, its almost too hard to believe that its the same boy, I have been trying to raise all these years," Vegeta said, making Meira frown but understood nonetheless, 

"I have noticed that he is very... repressed" Meira said, Vegeta nodded, 

"I suppose it comes with growing up on this world," he commented, looking around again, 

"I should get someone to clean this before my mate sees," he mumbled, causing Meira to chuckle, 

"Before I see W-WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED HERE!"