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Sayia's biography:
Sayia is a full-blooded elite Saiyan born on the planet Vegeta. She has dark-brown hair and big dark brown almond-shaped eyes. To a normal man's view, she is very beautiful. She does not even look like a warrior if it were not for her attitude and her armor.
Her father was a tanned, handsome man with the blackest hair called; Zorn the general and the right-hand man of King Vegeta.
Her mother was a fair-skinned, beautiful woman who looked a lot like her daughter. She was a high classed nurse specialized for the royal and high-status families, though she was very strong, she preferred to heal her people instead of causing pain.
Sayia was never understood even by her own people, except her father. She was the next upcoming general and was trained to be one. She managed to escape from her planet's explosion and live most of her existence lonely. She is a teen (Vegeta too in this story, that makes it even more interesting :P Planet Vegeta has been destroyed 10 years ago).
Later when she reached maturity, she crashed on a planet called; Arlia, known as the insect paradise, she got caught during that she was heavily injured, she was not conscious and the Arlians wrapped strong energy chains around her body, and she could not rescue herself anymore as it was too late. The Arlians did not feed her and being a high classed creature that she was; she refused to eat anything that she did not consider food. For months, she did not sleep, eat and drink enough until one certain visit she got…
Prologue: part one
Somewhere deep in outer space, the two mighty Saiyan warriors successfully continued their long journey towards the fairly distant planet called Earth in petite single-human-sized ivory-colored spacepods at a quite extraordinary speed. In one of these two spacepods, a young male in his mid teens slept as his scowl steadfastly remained on his youthful face, until an annoying beeping sound contacted his ears.
"Prince Vegeta, we are now within one parsec from the planet Arlia," the female robotic voice said while the sleeping gas was replaced by a misty gas which caused an opposite effect. "Vapor bath initiated. It is time to wake up now."
Vegeta's dark eyes delicately shifted open as the control keyboard flickered briefly with lights of all rich colors. He looked encircling with his stabbing foxy eyes while his head remained settled. Vegeta increasingly vexed that the computer instantaneously woke him up much earlier, as they were not on Earth yet. He may not look like it, but he also reckoned to settle the score with the owner of the deep voice who killed Raditz on Earth, when Raditz went to retrieve his little brother, Kakarot. Even so, his main objective to get his bloody hands on the mystical spheres, the Dragon Balls, to wish for personal immortality to stand up against his greatest sworn enemy, Frieza, who enchained him when he was a little boy. He worked so hard for the saurian demon, even before his home was blasted into bits.
The vapor mist dimmed away unhurriedly. It made the prince to open his eyes more after a few months of sleep. The pod lightened up; it started to hurt the spiky haired prince's eyes. Ugh… what is it now, stupid machine? He thought while he ran his rather elegant hands through his long full dark hair. He quickly read the small coordinates on the small monitor in front of his average-sized body. Planet Arlia…? He thought. The Hell with it, Vegeta may as well have some entertainment and stretch his muscular legs. Better yet, he could also sell the planet for a good price if it was worth it.
Vegeta's stretched index finger quickly made its way to his pink scouter to push the button that was on top of the high-tech device, which can furthermore be used as a transmitter to communicate directly with others who also wear them. "Wake up, Nappa!" he paused. "Wake up! Don't sleep anymore, Nappa!" He frowned. Thinking about how incredibly irksome Nappa can be at times, even when Nappa tried to be beneficial to him, there was consistently a problem caused by that Saiyan individual. Sometimes Vegeta grew remarkably tired of the elderly Saiyan. In fact, if Nappa was not such an idiot outside of battle, or even in battle, he might have actually grown to like him, but preferably he distanced himself from the bald Saiyan, and even felt like he had to stick with him, rather than wanting his company or help.
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