The idea of having me as his sister genuinely shocked him. Goku's wide eyes darted between me and Master Roshi, trying to piece together what I'd just said. Before he could speak again, Roshi stepped forward, standing beside me with a knowing grin.
He called out a name I didn't quite catch — and moments later, a small orange cloud came rushing toward us from the horizon. It hovered in front of him like a loyal pet.
"Ah, there you are!" Roshi said. He tried to climb onto the cloud… and fell straight through it, landing face-first in the sand.
Goku laughed so hard he nearly doubled over. Then, curious, he jumped onto the cloud — and to my surprise, it held him up easily.
"Whoa, it's soft!" Goku said, eyes wide with wonder.
I tilted my head and decided to try it myself. As I stepped onto the cloud, it held my weight. It felt solid beneath my boots, like standing on tightly packed air. Roshi blinked at the sight, clearly impressed.
"Well, would you look at that…" he said, dusting off his shirt. "Seems both you siblings have something special. That cloud only carries those with a pure heart."
"Pure of heart?" I echoed, frowning slightly. The words felt strange in my mouth. "You must be mistaken, old man. I'm not what anyone would call pure."
Roshi just laughed, but there was no mockery in it. "Maybe purity isn't about what you've done, but what you want to become."
His words stuck with me long after Goku and the blue-haired girl—Bulma, I think—took off to continue their journey.
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I wasn't interested in their Dragon Ball hunt. The idea of wish-granting orbs sounded too convenient, too dangerous. Even if I could make a wish, who's to say it wouldn't twist against me? I'd heard stories like that before—tales of Majins who granted wishes that turned into curses.
And yet… something about those orbs felt familiar. The name Dragon Balls stirred a quiet curiosity in me. Kami had called himself "God of this world," and I couldn't shake the feeling that these orbs might be connected to him somehow. But I had no proof—only speculation.
So I stayed. I trained. I learned.
And I waited.
When Goku finished his journey, I would teach him what it meant to be Saiyan—not the conquering kind, but the living kind. I wouldn't burden him with the blood-soaked pride of our people. He deserved better. Maybe… so did I.
As I meditated beneath the sunset, wind brushing against my armor, I felt something change inside me. I used to believe power existed only to destroy, that strength existed to serve. But here, on this quiet world, I was starting to believe that strength could protect.
Maybe that's why I'm training harder than ever—not for conquest, but to defend the peace I've come to love. Because someday, Vegeta and Nappa will come. And when they do, I'll be ready.
I can't be like Nappa—a servant who nods and obeys. And Vegeta… as strong as he is, he's blind. He dreams of overthrowing Frieza, yet he can't see that even Dodoria could crush him as he is now. The Ginyu Force would annihilate him before he even realized what happened.
Vegeta thinks he's destined to become the Legendary Super Saiyan—the savior of our race. But I've studied our history. There are no records, no facts—only stories passed from mouth to mouth, each one more desperate than the last. Maybe it's just a fairy tale we told ourselves to feel less hopeless under Frieza's shadow.
If such a warrior ever existed, why didn't they stop our planet from being destroyed? Why didn't they save our people?
Deep down, I think I already know the truth. Planet Vegeta wasn't destroyed by a meteor. Frieza did it. I can feel it in my bones.
And the worst part? He didn't do it because we were a threat. He did it because we weren't.
The thought burns inside me. My fists tighten, and before I realize it, tears slip down my cheeks. I haven't cried in years. I didn't think I still could.
I miss them—my parents, my home, the crimson skies of Vegeta. For all its flaws, it was ours. And now… all I have left is this small, blue world and a brother who doesn't even remember who he is.
Maybe that's why I'm still here. Maybe this planet is my second chance.