This Is Definitely Not Dragon Ball!!

In the room, Celipa sat expressionlessly in front of the mirror.

After being dragged into the bathroom by several maidservants, scrubbed thoroughly inside and out, and then dressed in an ornate gown, now she was subjected to makeup, eyebrow drawing, and other forms of fussing. Given Celipa's fiery temper, she had long wanted to erupt in anger.

But that Red Silk Girl had been keeping a constant watch. If she dared to throw a fit, she'd probably be immediately suppressed.

Despite her immense fury, Celipa had no choice but to endure. After all, a person under another's roof must lower their head. Besides, in order to see that brat Sirus as soon as possible, she had no other choice but to put up with it!

"It's done, Lady Celipa."

Clapping her hands, one of the young maids spoke.

Celipa wasn't the type of woman suited for heavy makeup, so the maids only applied some light touches to accentuate her features. Fortunately, her facial structure was fairly decent, resulting in a unique charm despite the minimal effort.

"Enough already. Take me to him!"

Standing up, Celipa said coldly.

"This way, then."

What an ungrateful woman. The red-silk girl curled her lips but couldn't be bothered to argue further.

Leading Celipa through the divine temple for a while, the two soon arrived before a magnificent palace.

Luxurious and majestic—this was Yuujin's bedchamber!

"Lady Suno, Lady Meizhen, I've brought her here."

The red-silk girl respectfully saluted Suno and Meizhen, who were stationed outside the palace gates, and then announced her presence.

As Yuujin's two most favored maids—and concurrently the head maids of all holy attendants—Suno and Meizhen held a high status in the divine temple. Even the red-silk warrior girl treated them with utmost respect.

"Thank you. Leave her to us; you may rest now."

"Understood."

After dismissing the red-silk girl, Suno and Meizhen turned their attention to Celipa.

"Please follow us inside, Miss Celipa."

With a faint smile, the two women pushed open the palace doors and entered first.

Curling her lips in discontent, Celipa felt a growing frustration.

That brat Sirus sure was putting on airs—what a hassle just to meet him!

Despite her dissatisfaction, Celipa obediently followed along.

Yuujin's palace was extraordinarily vast, with numerous bedrooms within.

The largest and central room was naturally Yuujin's master bedroom, while the rooms adjacent to it were occupied by Bulma, Chi-Chi, and the other women.

"Lord Yuujin is inside."

"Please enter, Miss Celipa."

Suno and Meizhen pushed open the door to Yuujin's room, smiling warmly.

Although Celipa had eagerly wanted to see Yuujin earlier, she now hesitated.

Despite the maids' seemingly kind smiles, Celipa couldn't shake the feeling that something sinister awaited her inside. It was as if stepping in would invite misfortune.

Her hesitation lasted only a moment, however, before she strode in resolutely.

Like hell she'd be afraid! Could that brat Sirus actually eat her?

After Celipa entered, Suno and Meizhen shut the doors, their charming smiles morphing subtly.

"Lord Yuujin's enjoying his new pet; our work here is done."

"Indeed. Let's go rest."

The moment Celipa entered the room, a wave of heated, oppressive energy washed over her.

She had intended to say something, but her words died in her throat when she saw the scene before her. Her lips parted slightly, and she froze, utterly stunned.

What was she seeing?

A shameless pair of dogs entangled in bed!

One of them, of course, was Yuujin. And the other—

The Princess Vegeta!!!

"You... you bastard! Haven't you had enough already?"

"Don't joke with me. Did you really think that was enough to satisfy me?"

"More! I need more!"

"You... you scoundrel!"

What utter filth and depravity! Their audacious poses and actions shattered Celipa's worldview, leaving her feeling as if her eyes had been sullied.

Caught between advancing and retreating, Celipa stood awkwardly rooted to the spot. It wasn't until more than an hour later—when the bed-shaking battle finally concluded—that she regained her composure.

Unsurprisingly, the match ended with Princess Vegeta's defeat. Her entire body was marked with filthy traces of sin, her gaze hollow and her expression utterly ruined.

Celipa's face flushed crimson, a deep sense of humiliation bubbling within her.

That was their Saiyan race's last royal member, the genius Princess Vegeta.

Damn you, Sirus—how could you stoop this low?!

Celipa's feelings didn't concern Yuujin in the slightest. Even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

Having thoroughly enjoyed himself with Vegeta, Yuujin carried her to the adjacent bathroom to wash them both clean. It wasn't until a good while later that he returned, holding the unconscious Vegeta, whom he gently laid on the bed. Donning a robe, Yuujin then sat leisurely in a chair.

"Come here."

His words broke the silence.

Yuujin had long been aware of Celipa's presence but had been too preoccupied to address her.

Though burning with indignation and resentment, Celipa approached him nonetheless.

"How's your stay been? Are you adjusting to life here?"

Yuujin's gaze roved over Celipa's figure with an invasive air, a faint smile on his lips.

Hearing this only fanned the flames of Celipa's anger.

"I am a Saiyan, the strongest warrior race in the universe—not some pet you can keep!"

"If you're going to keep me locked up like this, just kill me already!"

Celipa knew full well she wasn't Yuujin's match. Angering him wouldn't end well for her, but she had endured enough of this caged existence. Any more, and she'd lose her mind!

She craved battle, freedom, and the blood of her enemies to vent her rage!

"Fine food and drink at your disposal, yet you're still complaining. Truly an ungrateful woman."

"This is just what Saiyans are like, isn't it?"

Yuujin's tone carried a faint mockery as he spoke.

Saiyans' violent and cold-blooded tendencies were deeply ingrained in their genetic code, particularly for someone like Celipa, raised amidst destruction and carnage.

While Vegeta was also ruthless, her royal blood endowed her with superior genes, allowing her to control her impulses—even in Great Ape form.

Meanwhile, Goku, influenced by Yuujin and her environment, appeared pure and kind most of the time, only showing her Saiyan ferocity when enraged.

As for Yuujin, as a perfectly evolved Saiyan, his genes had been stripped of such beastly traits. He never succumbed to berserk rage.

By comparison, Celipa epitomised the typical Saiyan demeanour: irritable, ruthless, and cold, worshipping strength and thirsting for battle and blood.

To be continued…

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