>>5701566“Afternoon, your highness. King Vegeta.” you say, dropping to a knee and setting your granddaughter down. Who immediately tries to cling onto you, not wanting to be let go and face him. “My granddaughter here wanted to meet you and your father.”
“Grandpaaaaa!” she says into your knee, you trying your best to hold in your laugh as Prince Vegeta V looks curiously at your granddaughter, head tilting in confusion.
“Come on, say hello and be polite.” you say, gently encouraging your son's daughter. “He won't bite.”
“I-I'm scared.” she whispers, clearly loud enough for the other two Saiyans present to hear her. “Wh-What if he doesn't like me?”
“Then we can leave.” you tell her, putting your hands on her tiny shoulders. “But you won't know until you talk to him, right?”
“Uhh, well...” she says, trying to find any counter argument. But, unable to think of something she takes a deep breath, then another before turning around. She seems nervous while grabbing the hem of her dress, one that looks like a tiny version of her mother's as she mutters to her feet, putting her left behind her right before bending her knees, holding her dress out a bit from herself. “H-Hello. M-M-My name is Meloka W-Wolbach, daughter of Crystal Sage Chilli and Explosion Master Megumin! First half-Saiyan of the Crimson Demons!”
To your surprise she grows more confident as she introduces herself, the young prince's eyes widening in surprise and even taking an unconscious step back away as your granddaughter changes from the gesture somewhat like a bow to standing tall, the backs of her hands to her forehead as she speaks boldly.
“Oh, and I'm a big sister today too! Gotta add that now.” she adds, standing there waiting for the prince to introduce himself in the same, odd manner the Crimson Demons do.
“H-Hello. I am Prince Vegeta the fifth, son of King Vegeta.” the young prince replies somewhat nervously, then offers her his hand out to her after a sideways glance to his father. “Nice to meet you.”
She looks at his hand, then to you with a confused look on her face. Almost as if asking for your help, or maybe permission?
Well? What do you do?
>Tell her to go ahead and not be shy>Telepathically ask her what's wrong, find out why she's hesitating>Say nothing and just give her an encouraging nod, she's smart enough that she will figure it out for herself>Nothing, she can figure this out on her own. Just stand there and observe>Other(write in) 