As long as she knew her older half-brother, Kinoko could only be known to Vegeta, as he would expect her to turn up. In her usual Saiyan armor; it was almost like a total change; physically and mentally, she felt stronger than how she would while dressed like an Earthling. Not that she disliked the clothes, but she didn’t think they would be of fighting material. Here he goes with the instructing, like he used to do, when they were just kids. It was he who taught her to fight. Overtime, she managed to develop her own fighting style; one that required lots of agility, speed and, to some extent, stealth. 

Before she could do anything, a familiar voice rang into the air. It was her other half-brother, but the younger: Goku. As stubborn as she was, Kinoko preferred to call him “Goku”, but with Vegeta nearby, it was “Kakarot”, so to prevent the prince from constantly reminding her in keeping her Saiyan heritage and composure. In addition, ever since Vegeta arrived on Earth, she and Goku have barely got the time to spar. 

Eying the two of them, the princess made her serious face, narrowed her eyes, and changed; her hair now slightly longer than before, and put on her traditional fighting stance, a rather elegant one, with a mix of femininity and masculinity.