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Jubalee tightly shut her eyes when she heard the heavy footsteps of the three Saiyans enter into the room. She flinched once Vegeta took a hold of her arm, roughly pulling her back. She could practically feel the heat fuming from him
"Well that little adventure could and should have been much smoother." Jubalee looked up to the Saiyan prince, practically unscathed although Jubalee was quick to notice his companions Nappa and Raditz weren't so breezy. Their armor scuffed and dirty. While their conquest of this alien planet was more than inevitable, how much the people would fight back was described from Jubalee herself in vision as bare near none. How wrong she was.
"You have a single purpose, only a single hint of value, and sometimes you can't even accomplish that much. What use could you possibly have to justify living?" Jubalee's visions weren't perfect, even she knew that. She frowned as she straightened her posture, attempting to look more courageous

"I have made it very clear that things are always changing. Everything I envision can change at the blink of an eye. To rely on them is a fools game that you carelessly demand to play." Jubalee felt the grip on her arm tighten, her capture smirked a grin so sinister it sent a chill up her spin.

"Then I guess we agree your worth to me is slowly dispensing. A tool too worn and rusted. I believe you just about out lived your usefulness, must be a rather sad revelation to you, eh princess?" Jubalee felt a twitch in her facial muscles, oh how she despised this man. Her cautiousness suddenly dropped, she didn't care if her life was on the line, she still had her dignity. Jubalee aggressively yanked her arm back

"You dare mock my very bloodline?! My title?! You arrogant lout! Selfish brute! You are nothing but a pompous imp that never grew up! A barbarian in the presence of a goddess! Your people couldn't hold up the foundation of what I was once akin a princess to and I'd rather die than spend one more agonizing minute taking orders from a simpleton such as yourself!" Jubalee had finished her venting. Nappa and Raditz stood with their mouths agape watching in pure horror of what she had just said. Vegeta only took a second from staring her down once she finished to raise an arm and strike her with the back of his hand. Jubalee hit the ground with a hard thud, she winced in pain as she lied on the floor holding her stinging cheek. Vegeta looked down at her with a humph

"Pathetic. You will always be known as the fallen ruler of a race of weaklings. Your imprudence takes guts, but it's guts you won't have for very long." Before Vegeta was to end Jubalee's life right then and there, Raditz had quickly moved from where he once stood and was now in front of her.

"My prince, if I may, I have a gut feeling this isn't over just yet. She could still be of great use, I just know it." Vegeta glared upon the much taller Saiyan warrior. He eventually scoffed

"Involving yourself between my actions? You're on thin ice fool." He turned "But fine, you want to gamble? She's all yours, do whatever you want with her. However..." Vegeta peeking back over his shoulder "Another outburst like that, and I'll send you along to the grave with her." Vegeta existed the room, Nappa following behind him. Once he was gone, Raditz looked down at June, now leaning on her hands. She stared, wondering why he would throw himself carelessly out like that. He sighed

"The way you spoke to Vegeta like that, that was pretty impressive." Jubalee rose an eyebrow. She verbally assualted his race's leader the best she could, and he wasn't angry about?
"I was able to stop him this time, but I won't know if it'll be the same if you did that again. The way he treats you, just doesn't sit right with me. Don't let him make you feel worthless. You're much more then a mere implement. Maybe one day they'll see it too." Jubalee couldn't believe what she was hearing. For years she had been tormented by the Saiyan race, but now. Only now one of them was actually showing her a bit of kindness. It was baffling, but she did feel a bit better. Maybe if this treatment continued, she might actually feel guilty about escaping.

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Jubalee tightly shut her eyes when she heard the heavy footsteps of the three Saiyans enter into the room. She flinched once Vegeta took a hold of her arm, roughly pulling her back. She could practically feel the heat fuming from him
"Well that little adventure could and should have been much smoother." Jubalee looked up to the Saiyan prince, practically unscathed although Jubalee was quick to notice his companions Nappa and Raditz weren't so breezy. Their armor scuffed and dirty. While their conquest of this alien planet was more than inevitable, how much the people would fight back was described from Jubalee herself in vision as bare near none. How wrong she was.
"You have a single purpose, only a single hint of value, and sometimes you can't even accomplish that much. What use could you possibly have to justify living?" Jubalee's visions weren't perfect, even she knew that. She frowned as she straightened her posture, attempting to look more courageous

"I have made it very clear that things are always changing. Everything I envision can change at the blink of an eye. To rely on them is a fools game that you carelessly demand to play." Jubalee felt the grip on her arm tighten, her capture smirked a grin so sinister it sent a chill up her spin.

"Then I guess we agree your worth to me is slowly dispensing. A tool too worn and rusted. I believe you just about out lived your usefulness, must be a rather sad revelation to you, eh princess?" Jubalee felt a twitch in her facial muscles, oh how she despised this man. Her cautiousness suddenly dropped, she didn't care if her life was on the line, she still had her dignity. Jubalee aggressively yanked her arm back

"You dare mock my very bloodline?! My title?! You arrogant lout! Selfish brute! You are nothing but a pompous imp that never grew up! A barbarian in the presence of a goddess! Your people couldn't hold up the foundation of what I was once akin a princess to and I'd rather die than spend one more agonizing minute taking orders from a simpleton such as yourself!" Jubalee had finished her venting. Nappa and Raditz stood with their mouths agape watching in pure horror of what she had just said. Vegeta only took a second from staring her down once she finished to raise an arm and strike her with the back of his hand. Jubalee hit the ground with a hard thud, she winced in pain as she lied on the floor holding her stinging cheek. Vegeta looked down at her with a humph

"Pathetic. You will always be known as the fallen ruler of a race of weaklings. Your imprudence takes guts, but it's guts you won't have for very long." Before Vegeta was to end Jubalee's life right then and there, Raditz had quickly moved from where he once stood and was now in front of her.

"My prince, if I may, I have a gut feeling this isn't over just yet. She could still be of great use, I just know it." Vegeta glared upon the much taller Saiyan warrior. He eventually scoffed

"Involving yourself between my actions? You're on thin ice fool." He turned "But fine, you want to gamble? She's all yours, do whatever you want with her. However..." Vegeta peeking back over his shoulder "Another outburst like that, and I'll send you along to the grave with her." Vegeta existed the room, Nappa following behind him. Once he was gone, Raditz looked down at June, now leaning on her hands. She stared, wondering why he would throw himself carelessly out like that. He sighed

"The way you spoke to Vegeta like that, that was pretty impressive." Jubalee rose an eyebrow. She verbally assualted his race's leader the best she could, and he wasn't angry about?
"I was able to stop him this time, but I won't know if it'll be the same if you did that again. The way he treats you, just doesn't sit right with me. Don't let him make you feel worthless. You're much more then a mere implement. Maybe one day they'll see it too." Jubalee couldn't believe what she was hearing. For years she had been tormented by the Saiyan race, but now. Only now one of them was actually showing her a bit of kindness. It was baffling, but she did feel a bit better. Maybe if this treatment continued, she might actually feel guilty about escaping.

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Raditz © Akira Toriyama