The tournament of power is on the way. The mightiest warriors from every universe are here to fight for the survival of their respective realities. Of course, the prince of Saiyans, Vegeta, is there as well, representing Universe 7. Vegeta has come a long way, both in terms of strength and character. But one thing has remained constant, his pride and his ego. Vegeta is not one to give up, especially when the stakes are this high. But he finds himself in a rather embarrassing situation. He is in his strongest form; his hair and eyes have turned blue, his aura enough to subdue even some of the strongest fighters there. Theoretically, he should easily walk over this short stack of a Universe 6 Saiyan. She has not even gone Super yet. She is just over 4 feet when not counting her jet-black hair. She is not even in her super saiyan form. Yet, somehow, Vegeta is the one on the ground, his back against a rock, her foot on his chest. It feels as if she is barely putting any effort into it. But no matter how hard he tries, Vegeta can't push her foot away. Caulifla is holding him effortlessly pinned down, using only her right foot. Her hands are on her hips, a bitchy, mocking smirk on her face.
“Aww. What’s wrong? Prince Vegeta? Having trouble pushing my foot away.”
She laughs, mocking him and leaning closer to his face.
“H-how is this possible?!”
Vegeta grunts, his hands firmly gripping her leg and trying to pull it off from his chest. But she does not even move.
“Haha. You are just weak. That's all there is to it. But if you want to know the secret behind my strength, open your mouth wide and wait.”
Caulifla grins wide, her face a few inches away from Vegeta’s as she twists her foot, making the mighty Saiyan prince wail in pain. He feels so weak! He does not understand…
“You bitch! Know your pla— argh!”
Caulifla interrupts him with a sharp slap across his face. It should not have hurt Vegeta at all. But instead, his head tosses to the sight, her hand etching a bright red imprint on Vegeta’s cheek. It hurts so much! Vegeta’s head is dizzy from the slap. He is at a loss! Why was this happening to him! He looked back at her, furious, his blood boiling. But Caulifla is not scared. She caresses the red imprint on his cheek before bitchslapping his other cheek with the back of her hand. It looks like she barely puts any effort into it, but somehow, it shakes Vegeta’s skull, his cheek burning.
“There you go. Now you have matching imprints. You look so cute, prince. I may just keep you around as my pet~”
Caulifla mocks him again, twisting her foot to drive the point home as she cracks his ribcage underneath her. A painful scream leaves Vegeta’s mouth. He feels so powerless! He has fought many opponents who were much stronger than him at that time, but he has never felt a difference like this. He can't even nudge her while the simplest of her movements is enough to send him wailing. What witchcraft is this?! He needs to know what is happening so that he can break out of it. There is no way she really is this strong.
“Now, pet. Open your mouth. I will tell you the secret if you obey.”
Vegeta is boiling with rage. But he has no other choice…
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