"Braces?!" Vegeta snarled, pulling at the sealed braces around his wrists. "This is ridiculous! I'm the prince, I need no restrictions!" he growled, then attempted to slice into the brace with no avail. Angered, but defeated, Vegeta threw his hands into the air and let out a yell of frustration.
"You're all so lucky that I'm not at my full power!" he snapped, then crossed his arms and scowled before looking up at the sky, warming his face as they waited outside for the instructor to arrive. They would be sparring to determine their future partners for missions. It would be based on a skill and technique basis. To the Saiyan Prince, all these others were simply there to learn by his example, and he needed no comrades or partners. He had his own lackey, and the entire planet under his control.
All these fools were just lucky to be in his presence.
Mazuri looked over to the prince, who was being quite a child. She furrowed her brow at him and wiped a bit of dirt from her shoulder.
"Oh, I'm sorry your royal highness. You're obviously the master at every single thing there is to know about everything... and that's why the prince is a virgin, because he knows his hand does a fine job already," she sneered, her words simply dripping with sarcasm and venom. She then let a frustrated huff of air from her lungs and began to stretch.
She prayed that whoever she got paired with, it wouldn't be that sexist, egocentric beast of a prince. She would end up killing both herself and the prince in an attempt to free herself from the overwhelming stupidity of his pompous nature.