After their meal, they sat in silence for a bit, hearing the shuffling of people and whirring of machinery in the house, 

"I got pulled into the after realm," Meira said breaking the silence, Vegeta's eyes shot to her, the 'after realm' was the place where all saiyan warriors went after their passing, it was said that in times when a saiyan very close to them passed away, Saiyans were pulled there by their ancestors, to put them back into shape, have their last goodbyes and get closure. Vegeta had believed that the place was a myth after all he had lost. His father did not pull him, he supposes that kings were not supposed to have moments like those. When Meira was still believed to be dead, he had always wondered why she never pulled him, he looked at her, he knew that despite his crude advances, he meant something to her, but he much preferred this. He knows that this world is far different from the ones that she had known, and it would be a big adjustment for her, but he could not help be selfishly happy that she was back. 

"They were so overjoyed that you survived," she said, a very sad smile on her face,

"Their smiles almost made it all worth it when I told them that you are all  Super Saiyans," she said, he felt pride, the same pride she had in telling her sisters, but looked away when he noticed her eyes start to moisten. He was not as close to all of them as he was to her, but they had all trained him at some point, they had all thrown themselves in the line of fire for his sake many times. They all had his respect as warriors and as individuals. 

"They were all there, doing what they loved the most," she said, her voice-cracking, 

"The last cub..." she started, Vegeta watched her fist shake, he too felt a familiar fire build in his chest in thought of what that baby's life would have meant to their race, a Super Saiyan and a full-blooded baby, that would have been enough to set them all ablaze,

"He looked just like Kakarot," she deadpanned, causing Vegeta's face to twitch in slight annoyance, as if he needed another reason to respect that clown, he hated how much respect his battle presence commanded. The Saiyan's beacon of hope, with spikey hair, jutting out in all directions, with Bardock's face... fate had a funny way of always having its way. It could not have that cub, so instead Kakarot had took up the title. Vegeta scoffed. 

He watched Meira, being pulled by her sisters must have been the reason that she slept that long. She must have spent as much time as her body could allow her with them. He was glad that she returned, there were many times when a Saiyan pulled by their loved ones chose to stay in the after realm. In happened so frequently on the ship. Eternal rest. He used to believe that it was for cowards, but as he looked at the woman who brought nations to their knees, it did not seem so cowardly anymore. Yet she still came back no doubt for his son. 

Mates. Pairs. Cubs. The after realm and being pulled to it. Traditions and customs. The Saiyan race was so complex. These were all terms and behaviours that he believed would go with him to the after realm.  He was never as happy to be wrong as he was right then.

He watched her again. He had no doubt that she was itching to train. She probably found it unbearable being the weakest of their race, not that she actually was, that title belonging to his ever elusive daughter, whom was yet to meet his returned comrade. He suddenly felt immensely grateful that Bulma had decided to send her to finish her schooling abroad. He could only imagine Meira's reaction to meeting his non-warrior daughter. She would attempt to train her the very instant that she sensed Bulla's power level, or more correctly lack there of. Vegeta almost flinched at the thought. Meira's training... was hell.  He hated it back then, especially when they used to train alone. He was a young prince trying to make his father proud and she was one of the best warriors in the fleet, they sparred relentlessly, each session ended with her without a scratch and him in desperate need of medical attention. Not that anyone would know, he planned to carry that information to the grave. It was then that he respected her, or more correctly learned to respect her. Despite her being of the elite class of Saiyan, he was still of royal blood, which meant that he had a chip on shoulder. She broke him, with sheer strength. She showed him far one had to push themselves to obtain power. Each time he was rushed off to a medical facility, he came back stronger,

Flashback

Vegeta stomped angrily into the training room. He had been in the infirmary for a week before he could return. He was livid. Who did this lesser class Saiyan think she was? To hell with the fact that she could fight better than anyone he had ever encountered, she should h-

"Ah, you have returned already, Sire, " Meira said bowing, as she entered the room, 

"Psh, of course, I have returned, it is my father, your King's wish that I train under your tutledge or has that fact already escaped your memory, female" he almost sneered crossing his arms, Meira smirked at his rudeness, as she removed her outer gold armor, 

"My my Prince Vegeta, whoever stood on your tail? This is so unlike you," she remarked teasingly, knowing that the King wanted her to make the heir stronger using any means necessary, even if it meant that she aggravated the young prince enough to wish to rip her head off, 

"Why you-" before he could finish his sentence he was doubling over in pain, Meira sighed as lowered her knee, and unclipped her cape, setting it aside, 

"You do not get to call me any names, until you are able to protect yourself from me," she said, rolling her shoulders and neck, preparing to train him, 

" I was not completely mocking you, I was also making an observation. You were only in the infirmary for a week, the last time I went that far with you, you were out for a whole month," this caused Vegeta's eyes to widen, Meira smirked proudly at the prince, 

"You have improved," she said getting into a fighting stance, as the prince got into his, 

"A saiyan warrior improves from every battle they partake in, when it is victorious and even more so when it is from a near death loss," Vegeta noted in realization, remembering it from one of his history lesson, Meira nodded. It was not a saying, or a mere battle cry, it was a fact. He never won against her, ever. He has lost so many times, she has injured him many times, she was reprimanded for her lack of restraint many times... He had been at death's door so many times...from her very hands...

"You nearly kill me all the time, because it makes me stronger," Vegeta commented, causing Meira to smile, 

"I do not make the rules young prince, but what I can assure you that until the day that you best me, I will always almost kill you, that is a promise," Vegeta's eyes widened, her words were heavy despite how casually she had spoken it. He was stronger than many warriors that out-rank him, warriors his age could not hold a candle to his strength alone, however compared to her... he was far more inferior than he was comfortable enough to admit. She was a force to be reckoned with, he understood why his father had chosen her to train him above anyone else, despite the fact that there were many who out-ranked her, as well. Despite her sheer power, she could look at him, at his current level and say without a doubt that he would surpass her...No she was saying that she would ensure that he would surpass her. With that kind of power he would be the greatest king their race had ever known. He should be grateful, that kind of gift held no price close enough to even bother mentioning from the mere fact that it would take more than his life time ever obtain such riches...Then again, she had said that he should return the favour when he does surpass her. She wanted to better herself as a warrior with him. A eternal competition between the two of them, each battle making them stronger, honing their skills and reaching unthinkable levels. He blushed... what a warrior...

"Be my mate," Vegeta said, causing Meira's eyebrows to shoot up in suprise, 

"We back at this again?" Meira asked, annoyed at how every conversation they have always seemed to lead here, sooner or later, she hoped to learn that she should just attack the boy (since she would not consider this a fight just yet,) instead of talking. To avoid such talk and they were saiyans, their fists were a good teacher as any, 

"You are the strongest female I know and I happen to be the only available Saiyan, highest in our hierarchy, " Vegeta explained, trying to seem nonchalant while pleading his case. She sighed, 

"That may be true prince Vegeta, but as I have said countless times before, I would never eternally bond myself to a male that is weaker than me, sacrilege," Meira frowned. 

Vegeta grunted at the familiar rejection. He was no fool, she was a hidden gem within their race, she kept to herself and prioritized her missions. She was humble and her reports, held a certain amount of modesty when it came to how easily she could concur battles that their war generals found taxing. She was too young for her accomplishments to even sound realistic, only those who were there to witness it themselves, were blessed to know her true power. His father had no doubt been one of them. Which was why she was ordered to train him. He knew that his father had chosen her to train him for more than one reason. Not only to make him stronger than conceivable, but to secure her genes within their bloodline. She was the strongest female of their race, any cub born of her womb was destined to be legendary. All could tell. A hidden gem indeed. His father had hopes that all their alone time, training, would amount to something more than violently physical. Vegeta would have liked to hope so as well. He could not help but feel that he would wear her down eventually, if not, he was planning to surpass her anyways. It will be the first thing he asked her when he beats her in that battle. 

She had trained him with all her might, however the fact that they were training together also meant that she got stronger during their sessions as well, it seemed almost impossible to catch up with her. 

Their planet fell into Frieza's hands, 

they trained,

 his father perished, 

they trained harder, 

they were forbidden to train, 

they trained in secret,

 the few times they were caught, she took his slashes along with hers, 

after the first time he managed to actually land a hit, she was sent on a mission never to return. 

He was not proud of the things that he did when the ship that she was supposed to return on went "missing", he was even less proud of what he had done when time passing made it apparent that she was not returning. He lived through many moments of his life wondering what she would have done had she been there, what life would have been like if she had been there. All their battles, Kakarot, Frieza, the andriods, Cell, and Buu. He had always wondered what it would have been like to have her fighting on their side. 

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She was here now and he no longer had to wonder. She was weaker than him and it was now his time to repay her for all the training she had put him through. He would ensure that she is on par with all of them, he would show these Earthlings what the might of last full-blooded Saiyan is. 

He knows that he should feel somewhat bad for kind of training that he would have to put her through, but something told him, that no matter what he put her through, she had seen worse, and has been through worse. Despite having been trained by her, Vegeta was still not as strong as her when he got to her age before she disappeared. A saiyan does not just become strong like that, that's not how it works. She must have been through hell. 

He knows of the horrors the Saiyan females had to endure, nothing in their lifetimes had come easily to them... The only thing that he could imagine should have been easy, would have been finding their mates... 

He sighed, instead he allowed his son to be an uneducated dimwit on their race... making even this hard for her. He looked at her, his hopelessness had once again impacted her. He knew that she was doing her utmost to hide how disappointed she was. Vegeta felt... guilty. 

"Meira of Vegeta, daughter of Brollo, decent of third founding house, " Meira's eyes widened after hearing her fathers name, it had been years since someone had uttered it her way, she looked at Vegeta realizing what was going on, she stood to stop him, Vegeta stood as well, walking around the island, holding hand up to silence her," 

"I, King Vegeta, son of Vegeta and last holder of the Mantle- " The mantle would never get passed down to Trunks because he was only half saiyan, the power to command another, a power that would probably only work on her, because Kakarot was stronger than him, he had earned his own free will. This power did not work on half-breeds. It might seem to be better to be without it, but they are the ones that do not benifit from what it meant to be under the command of the Saiyan king. The could command a saiyan on the brink of death to live and they will do so. It was so much more than just control, it was the power to dictate the fate of the race at will. 

"Ask your forgiveness, my being has a history of making your existence unbearable, then to top it all off, I have not properly educated my offspring of our customs and made the one thing that should be easiest for us, another trial for you to face. For that reason-" Meira shook her head, her voice caught in her throat as Vegeta cut a small section on his wrist, and grabbed her by the face, squeezing her cheeks together with one hand and opening her mouth, she tried removing her face from from his grasp but he was far too strong, 

"I will grant you a boon, one that I will do everything in my power to accomplish, one that will be forever binding," He said bringing her bleeding wrist to her mouth,

"This, I swear on my name, on my blood, on my lineage and on the Saiyan race," He said, he removed himself from her, and stood back, she stood shacking her head, 

"Swallow it," Vegeta said, using a tone in his voice that he never thought that he would have been able to use. The Kings Command. Meira's will to fight him on this, seemed to dwindle as her throats muscles constricted against her will to swallow at his command. She could almost feel Vegeta's power connecting with hers as she did so.

"That was completely unnecessary, my liege, I hardly believe that there is anything that I would want from you that you would have an issue giving to me willingly. " She said wiping her mouth being sure to remember to take another shower before Trunks got home, unless she wished for a great battle to take place in the Brief residence. She was honoured, this was something that only the highest generals and those closest to the king was blessed with. A wish, anything within or outside of his power, it would happen for her. 

"That may be true, but I needed you to understand how serious I am," Vegeta said, meeting her eyes, this was not only a boon, but a declaration at which station he held her, 

"Well I thi-" she started but was interrupted, 

" I will be teaching my son about our ways the moment he gets home, so don't you dare think that it will be acceptable to waste something as sacred as a boon on such a simple request," he said dismissively folding his arms. Meira stood her mouth slightly agape, genuinely at a loss for words.  

Vegeta stood at the door, looking over his shoulder with a smirk, for once he had made Meira of Vegeta speechless. She who was known to be quick with her words stood gapping like a fish. He could almost laugh as he turned to her, as the door opened, 

"Well, are you coming? Or do you wish to stay that weak forever?" he asked, she was out of the door before he could even finish taunting. As if one ever needed to actually invite a Saiyan to train. 

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Warning: The next chapter is going to be kind of gory, if that is not your thing... I don't know what to tell you. This is a book about Saiyan warriors. 

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