DragonBall Z: Ghosts
It had been so long ago, he almost didn't remember it. He was running down a long hallway, not really sure why. His father had asked him to stay out of his military meetings; but of course, being young, he wanted to be involved. That was the plan anyway: to sneak up to the meeting room and listen at the door. But just his luck, as he arrived he saw his father and the generals leaving the room. With a low grunt, he kicked his boot against the floor.
"What's up with the pouty face, princey?"
He knew that voice; to this day it haunted him, though he thought of it rarely. The woman stood in front of him, clad in traditional Saiyan armor with King Vegeta's crest stamped on her left breastplate. She had long black hair, some of it was pulled back to stay out of her face while she was fighting. Even through the pink lens