They can still remember her; or what she used to be, that is. Her body had been frozen in stone and for centuries the saiyan race had been trying to complete
a solution. She'd been the heir to Queen Celia and princess.
What had happened; they didn't have a clue.
"Gerard, have you figured out anything yet?" the queen said anxiously, asking the top scientist of her race.
"Miss Celia, you must wait patiently." Gerard replied.
"WAIT? I've been waiting PATIENTLY for ten years!" the queen yelled, temper flaring at the short young saiyan with overly an overly large labcoat on.
"My queen," King Vegeta said from the door. "if we must use Vanessa then so be it."
"Vetrina is the chosen one, Vegeta. She was wise from the day she was born until...the accident." Celia angrily marched out of the lab and walked slowly
beside the king.
"Then we will have a new heir," Vegeta said gently, putting a hand on the small furious woman's shoulder. "there is no need to fuss because your firstborn
is trapped as a statue."
Celia sniffed and walked ahead of him. It was a nice offer from the King, really, but she remembered everything she'd taught her Vetrina and decided
not to accept it. But when the season came, she couldn't decline at all if he decided he wanted another heir.
"I want Vetrina. She is the one and true heir and I'm NOT giving up on her." she dismissed him with a wave of her hand and headed toward her room.

All Vetrina could feel was a cold stiffness around her body. She knew what happened; her mother and her had been sparring, and the warrior by the name
Vileave wanted her mother as his mate, and when she instantly declared that the King had already taken her, he'd warned that he'd take her firstborn and
put her in a lasting sleep. Celia had laughed right in his face, telling him the King would not let any harm come to the princess as long as he was alive.
And that was when he froze her.
Vetrina tried to move inside her little prison. It was usually hot and damp in there, caused by the machines and other weird scientific things running
in and out of the stone. Papa, she thuoght miserably, I wish I was out of here.