A/N: Hello, this is just to say that I do not own Dragon Ball Z or anything related to it. The only thing I own is Alexis.
Prologue:
The air was thick with the scent of blood and incense. The building couldn't contain the screams that ripped the throat of the screamer raw. The building hid the misery that permeated the atmosphere. The building was innocent enough being an off white color with small windows and a large front lawn that little children use to played in. When one entered the building, it was not quiet so innocent. The walls were torn to shreds, anything that resembled a family life were shattered on the floor belying the pain and misery of the home. The stairs that were in front of the front door led up to the second floor where all the doors were closed and locked tight. Down the long hall way there was only one door that stood open. In the room was a massive bed was were a young woman was tied down to while those who claimed to be doctors tormented her. She screamed as she was given an injection that made her whole body feel as though it was on fire followed by another making her body convulse in shivers that wracked her body. They had tired of poisoning her since she developed a high tolerance to the affects of poison and was able to spit the poison at the doctors anytime she wanted to. Her body was riddled with cuts and scars, there was only one placed they never marked, her back. They knew that if they were to untie her, she would kill them all.
Hours passed and the doctors left happily talking to themselves about the advancements that they had made by using her. What they didn't notice was she had gotten the keys to her freedom and their demise. The bedroom door closed with a resounding click as the lock was put into place. She smirked through the pain and one handedly unlocked the first restraint. When she was freed of her prison bars, she walked to the small closet that held clothes of hers. This use to be her house before those demented doctors took over and held her family prison. She pulled on black cargo pants with four belts, two on each hip, a black tank top and a red hoodie. Her long black hair felt greasy to the touch as she pulled it into a high ponytail before pulling the hood up. Fumbling around the closet, she found what she needed and slung the bag over her head to her shoulder.
She stood at the front door to her once beautiful home. In her hands she held the only thing that was once the most sacred thing to her family. It was a necklace that would unleash her true potential and maximize it. She knew the doctors wouldn't return until tomorrow, but by then the house would be burnt to the ground and she would be gone.
She saw how the flames rose higher and higher until it looked like they touched the sky. She quickly turned her back to the burning home and left for a new life.