Part 1 Prologue

Daria sat on her bed reading like she always did when she wasn't at school or with her father sparring. Even though she was only nine years old she was already reading at almost a college level. She was so engrossed in her new Michael Crichton novel that she didn't realize her auburn colored tail was slightly batting a cup until it finally managed to knock it on the floor.

"Oops" she muttered as she reached down to pick it up. "Looks like you just have a mind of her own today."

Daria sat on her bed for a moment after putting it back on the table, and started thinking as she stared at her tail for a few moments. A few moments later she wrapped it around her waist, and headed downstairs to the living room in the two bedroom duplex that her father was renting.

It didn't take long to find her dad sipping on a martini while staring intently at a football game. He had a toned average build with spiky brown hair. He wore his training gi that he usually wore at the dojo that he ran. Daria noticed his brown tail which laid lazily on the couch cushion off to his right side. On the screen she noticed a player get knocked down hard as three other players crashed into him.

Jake ran a hand through his spiky brown hair, and complained to the TV "Damn pathetic weaklings! Can't even take a few hits from their damn weakling peers in a simple game! Now they're going to lose for sure!"

Daria smirked as she realized he was quite buzzed which sometimes happened after he got back from work. It never really bothered her as it was never malicious, Jake loved her more than anything. He'd just yell at the TV or go off on a rant about some perceived injustice all of which would make the odds that her question actually being answered directly all the more likely. Instead of the usual misdirections like, "I'll tell you when you're older" or "Hey let's get some ice cream!"

"Dad?"

Jake softened his expression, and looked over at his daughter while still trying to pay attention to the game, "Yes Kiddo?"

"How come you, me and Quinn have tails, and mom doesn't?"

Jake only half paying attention as another player immediately got tackled replied, "Because she's just another one of the weakling humans who live on this useless pathetic mudball, and why can't they seem to CATCH A GODDAMN BALL IT'S NOT THAT HARD!"

Daria waited till he was done yelling at the screen, "So if she's human then we're?"

"We are Saiyans kiddo. A mighty warrior race. Or at least we were until some lizard prick blew up our planet! Just a few of us left, but don't worry kiddo once you and Quinn grow up and get stronger we are going hunt down that tyrannical bastard, and kill em!"

Another football player gets tackled, and looks like this one got injured by the way his leg was bent in the wrong direction. Jakes rage immediately turned to sorrow as he continued, "Aww crap another one of these idiots got hurt, why do I even bother betting on these games."

Daria just kinda looked on a little shocked, and thought, "Ok then, didn't expect that. Maybe I should ask further tomorrow."