Prince\'s Pet | By : KittyhawkLuvcat Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1691 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Part 10
I watched the door to my Prince's gravity trainer opening. Plum and Peaz were talking behind me, discussing something about specialized fighting styles for different ki ranges.
I stopped listening when my Prince emerged from the trainer. He looked over at us, raising a hand, but I was already on my feet. He waved me over. Once I was close enough, I pulled out a cool towel and gave it to my Prince, who wiped the sweat from his face.
"Plum! Are you up for a spar?" my Prince called. Plum looked up, grinning.
"Always, Highness," he replied, getting to his feet and walking to the ring. Prince Begeta joined him. Both men struck starting positions, staring each other down. As if on an invisible signal, they leapt simultaneously together, fists colliding.
"No holding back," his Highness warned. Plum put on his battle smirk.
"When do I ever, Highness?"
My Prince feigned a punch to the right, Plum catching the left fist but missing the knee to the chest. The guard put his fists together for a double-handed swing, which his Highness ducked before sweeping Plum's legs from under him. Both men grinned, then disappeared, moving faster than my eyes could catch.
Glimpses of the fight flickered into vision: a flying kick to Plum's chest, catching my Prince's wrist, kneecaps meeting with a clash of energies lighting the ring.
"Wow…" Peaz's amazed voice came from behind me, and I just smiled. 'That's my Prince, amazing as ever.'
I never tire of watching my Prince spar with Plum. Ever since they were still chibi-sized, I've loved to just watch their spars. Plum used to win as often as his Highness, but it's been ages since that happened. I can barely follow their movements anymore, but I still love to try.
Someday, maybe I'll be lucky enough that my Prince will free me from these ki bands, so I can strong enough to gain respect on my own, rather than just because of my Prince's favoritism. I shook my head, thinking wryly that that was my father's blood talking.
I guess I inherited more from him than just type-3 psychic powers.
Author's Note: Sorry for the late update! I will try not to forget tomorrow... ^^'
--Falcon
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