The Last Saiyan

by leftabandoned

Set in a timeline where the original Saiyans are dead, Mel is the last one with Saiyan Blood left after she was "adopted" by her new parents when she landed on Earth, living a normal life until after an incident occurs, forcing her into the unknown. What will happen? (First fanfiction, criticism welcome!)

1. Prologue

Prologue.

When I was born, I was a bit...different, in the sense that I was born with black hair and golden eyes, it was always a distinguishing factor but no one knew how such a thing was even possible, two brown eyed parents having a kid with an entirely different color, although I was seen as weird, I was welcomed and treated like a normal person but who's to say I'm just a girl with weird eyes?

To put it out there bluntly because I'm not a fan of suspension, I'm not an ordinary person or what someone on this planet would consider "normal" by any standard. the only thing is I didn't realize this fact until a bit of an incident where I kind of punched a bear and cracked it's skull, killing it instantly as it had died of internal bleeding and other gruesome things that suggested it at least died quickly when I was a kid.

I wasn't expecting that at all and judging from everyone else watching, They didn't either. I can still remember their expressions, many of shock, and others of fear. They looked at me as if I was a monster.

A few days after the incident, I was astrocized by the entire village, nobody would talk to me and they avoided me like the plague, probably for fear of getting their skulls bashed in as well. my parents still fed me and took care of me but they after a while. They started doing the same, I was confused but most of all hurt. No one seemed to want to be near me, and I was seen as a demon.

A couple days later, about 3 men in black suits arrived at my door, asking for me. I was in my bedroom at the time but due to my good hearing, I managed to hear it all. What hurt most of all was that my mother told them blatantly where I was, and told them to just take me away, I had no one now. And in that sense, it felt damn good when I punched the window and sent shards flying into the woods and my room, I climbed out and I ran for it as I heard shouts from behind me, they weren't going to have me, whatever they wanted with an 11 year old girl was what I didn't want to find out, I didn't do anything except run for hours. I didn't know where I was going and I didn't care how. It wasn't until a year after that I learned what I was truly capable of.