Kinoko heard Vegeta's every word, but she didn't turn around to face him. Instead, she looked over from the corner of her eye. As stubborn as she was, the princess was quite intent to say what was on her mind. If her brother didn't approve, then so be it. Also, when will he ever accept the fact that she wasn't born one-hundred percent royalty? Her own father was a third-class Saiyan, and only that would ever cross Kinoko's mind, every time the Prince criticized her. Sometimes, she wondered if it was herself to blame; to why the princess couldn't seem to earn some approval from a fellow high-class Saiyan. 

Was her fate meant to be an abomination of the Saiyan race? But then, why was she still even alive, to begin with? Shouldn't Vegeta and Raditz have ended her, right then and there, after learning the truth of her birth? Should she have the right to choose how she should live her life, rather than being constantly reminded of what she needs to be? It only made it all the more difficult if she had to choose between two things: Her own point of view, or agree to what others see? ‘Guess to Vegeta, she was still part of the elite. 

The sounds of the Prince walking away, made her finally turn her head around, before taking notice of the younger Saiyan's presence nearby. The only expression the princess displayed, was a face of near-desperation towards the departing Saiyan, almost as if she had something else to say, as he walked away, but then she didn’t say it. Kinoko heard Goku speak, but she didn’t respond for a few seconds; until, with a shout of frustration, the female clenched a fist, and slammed it into the ground, a few feet away from where Goku was standing, making a giant crack. When will she ever prove to him that she was capable? "Don’t bother, Kakarot”, she told the younger Saiyan. There was no use in reasoning with Vegeta; the Prince will still holding onto his pride, and he keep it intact. No other words will seem to sway him. 

“When will he ever see it!?", she asked, not really speaking to anyone in particular. Her head down, some liquid trailed down her face. "After all we have gone through, am I meant to be so weak?", she then dropped down to a knee, with her fist still on the floor; her eyes still closed. 

The only difference between the two Saiyans are their views of inferiority and superiority. Kinoko didn’t exactly want to excel above anyone; it wasn’t in her best interest, but she did wonder whether if it was because of his rivalry with Goku that made him think of such a view, or if it was really true; that the elite was supposed to be above the third-class. Or, it could also be due to spending so much time on Earth that’s making her lose focus on her role within the Saiyan race. At this point, this would probably be one of the fewer times she had ever felt such shame. [i]‘I’m sorry, Vegeta’[/i], she thought, almost as if she was mentally sending it to him. 

Pulling back her fist, Kinoko sat there for a few seconds, until she began to speak to herself. “I am the Princess of all Saiyans; I have the blood of the first and third-class! As one of the elite”, it felt as if Vegeta’s words woke something inside of her. "I hold onto my Saiyan pride; through life and death, I represent each and every one of them; both royal and peasant; alive and deceased!", she added, to convince herself, tightly clenching both fists. The older was right; she represented each and every one of the race. But can she actually prove it to him? She opened yet narrowed her eyes with determination, and lifted a fist close to her face. “And for them, I will keep fighting”, she added. [i]‘I will get stronger, Vegeta. Just you wait’[/i], she thought. 

After a few seconds, Kinoko stood back up to her feet, wiping the last of her tears, and clenched her fists, bringing them to her sides. “Goku? What do you say we do some sparring?”, she asked with a smirk. She will hold onto her Saiyan pride, and now, she was going to fight like one.