Saiyan or not. You were his daughter. His first. Very first. You were Trunk's older sister, while he was the youngest, and Bulma was you mother, And Vegeta was your father. You never really talked to your parents about your social anxiety or depression because you believed and thought they wouldn't care. Especially since Vegeta was the Prince of ALL Saiyans. You weren't a saiyan like Trunks since you didn't have the strength but you had the blood.

You always wanted to be like others. But you did have Vegetas personality. Always grumpy and aggressive, and loud. Hot-headed. Everyone always said you looked like him and acted like him. That irritates you a lot. Despite being a little kid, you knew everything at this point from everything you saw from your own perspective. And you hated that.

You were sleeping until you felt someone running their hands through your hair. You had always thought Vegeta wss ashamed of you because you weren't a saiyan, and only had a son to be proud of. Not a daughter. You woke up and slightly moved away, also glaring at him dead on the eyes, but that didn't seem to faze him at all.

"Saiyan or not, your still my daughter."

He said, his voice sounding harsh but slightly softening a bit which was hard to catch a bit, but somewhat noticeable a bit.