Prologue

(Author's note: Dragon Ball Super is owned by Akira Toriyama.

The only things I own of this fanfiction are my OC and story.)

A young girl is seated in the corner of a dimly lit sterile room, her forehead rested against her knees, her arms wrapped around her legs. She is dressed in a plain white gown, her arms and legs are just as bloodied and scuffed up as her outfit. Stained bandages are bound around her inner elbow where countless needles had been inserted. Her long blue hair falling around her like streams of water. She glances up to look through the window, showing endless stars and galaxies foreign to her eyes. The girl has been patiently waiting on a response to her prayers to escape this infernal place she now finds herself- by any means necessary. Even at the cost of her own life. She lost the will to care, eyes glazed over to a steel grey. All that matters is for this research facility to go up in flames. To be destroyed. Destruction.

Just as she's about to doze off for some much needed rest, an irritated voice resounds in her mind.

"What do you want?! Can a god get any sleep around here?!"

Her head shoots up, looking around the room for the source of the voice. She finds none.

"Hello?"

She starts to wonder if she is finally losing her mind. The agitated voice speaks again.

"If you don't start talking, I'm going back to sleep. Damn mortal, quit wasting my time!"

"I'll be damned, so you are real. I thought it was just stories."

"Get to the point, girl. You were praying so loud you hurt my ears."

"So you're a destroyer god."

"Thee one, yes."

"This place I've been held prisoner has been experimenting on many children, like myself. I was strong to fight most of them off, but they managed to confine me in this room."

"And I'm supposed to care because….?"

"I want it destroyed. Gone. Wiped out of existence."

"If you're so strong, figure it out yourself."

"I can't."

"Sounds like you're screwed then. I'm going back to sleep. Good luck, mortal."

"Wait, please help me!"

"And what do I get out of this? No offense, but you're in no position to offer anything."

"Well, I don't care if I die, how about my life?"

"Eh, that's cliché' and boring. No thanks."

"My body?"

"Don't be disgusting. You're a child."

"I'll grow up eventually."

"Not if you're dead, genius."

"Fine. What about this planet? Isn't that your thing? Destroying planets and what not?"

"Hmph. The planet would have to serve no purpose for the universe. And that's for me to judge, not you."

"Trust me, aside from this hell hole of a facility, there's nothing here."

"Hmm….very well. Haven't got to use this technique in a long time. All right! I'll help you."

"Thank you!"

"And in return-"

"Yes?"

"If you survive, and its doubtful you will, how about you change up your life a little?"

"Change my life?"

"I doubt you got yourself in this position by living a good life, am I wrong?"

"No, I've abused my powers to gain whatever I wanted from this galaxy. I was unstoppable. This world has been pretty much at my feet since I was ten."

"Thanks for proving my point. So, if you survive, carve out a better path for yourself."

"If I don't?"

"I'll hunt you down when I wake again and destroy you. Simple as that."

"Okay, okay! Deal!"

"Good. Now that's out of the way, stand up and close your eyes."

The girl complies.

"Alright, now what?"

"I'm going to possess your body and fulfill your wish. But first, you need to say a specific phrase the same time as I do."

"Okay, what is it?"

"Anmius dufreya."

"Sounds weird."

"It's the divine language, mortal. Watch it, or I won't help you."

"Sorry."

"Alright, you ready? On the count of three. One…Two….Three!"

"ANMIUS DUFREYA!"

The girl loses consciousness. When she comes to, she is kneeling in the midst of a demolished landscape, the facility burning all around her. She tries to stand, but to no avail. Her body feels like a thousand knives stabbing her every time she draws a breath, let alone move. She attempts to heal herself, but her own energy shocks her, blood streaming from her eyes and ears, along with the multitude of cuts to her body. Her head feels like someone is splitting it with an axe. Just as she's about to give into the pain and pass out, a familiar spaceship comes down from the stars, landing several yards away from her. A galactic patrolman, who she recognizes as an old family friend, jumps out of the craft, sprinting towards her.

"Jaco…"

"Corsa? Corsa! You're hurt! Are there any others?"

"I-I don't know…"

He takes a minute to survey the damage. The patrolman determines she is the only survivor.

"We need to get out of here! This place is gonna blow any minute!"

"Okay."

Jaco picks Corsa up, only to have her scream from all the pain the movement caused. He starts to sprint back to his spaceship.

"Sorry…sorry….man, you're in really bad shape! What the hell happened here?!"

Corsa finally passes out from the pain of her injuries. She wakes up in what appears to be a hospital. Jaco is reading a magazine next to her bedside.

"Where….where am I?"

"Galactic headquarters. You're in the infirmary. Was wondering when you'd come to."

Corsa surveys the bandages covering her body. The ones on her hands annoy her the most. She starts to take them off. She notices her injuries are fully healed. No scars. No evidence of the hell she went through. Jaco glances over, noticing her staring at her hands contemplatively.

"Mind telling me what happened? I've been looking for you for months. Tights threatened to kill me if I didn't find you! Your mom can be really scary….not that I blame her in this instance…"

Corsa continues to stare at her hands, thinking of the last thing she remembered before everything went black.

"Anmius dufreya…"

"What?"

"It's nothing. That place was a research facility, from what I could gather of it. They were experimenting on a lot of people with healing and regeneration abilities. Many of them were kids, like me."

"Do you know what caused the facility to explode?"

Corsa hesitates. She decides to leave out the details of the destroyer god making a pact with her to demolish that place. She figures Jaco, or anyone else for that matter, won't believe the truth.

"No, I don't. I had fallen asleep before the explosion. You were there when I came to."

"Oh well. Guess none of that matters now. When you're feeling good enough to move, I'll take you back to Earth. Your mom has been worried sick."

"What about the singing tour?"

Before she was abducted, Corsa was an up and coming galactic pop singer. She gained the researchers' attention when she healed her wounds after a bar fight.

"Cancelled. You can talk to your agent later about rescheduling the tour."

"No thanks. I'm done. I'm going to stay on Earth."

"Corsa, I know you've been through hell. But there's no need to give up on your dreams."

"I'm done with those dreams. After all, as my agent says, 'galactic pop stars are born every minute'."

Corsa and Jaco return to Earth a week later. Dr. Omori and Tights are on their home island when they land on the dock.

"Corsa! We heard what happened! Are you okay?!"

"I'm fine, mom."

Dr. Omori interjects.

"Don't need to act tough around us kid. Come on now, we have dinner ready. Jaco, we have some milk and cheese for you."

Jaco perks up at this information.

"Yes please!"

Tights trails behind the two men with her daughter.

"I'm so thankful you're alive…"

"You don't have to worry anymore mom. I'm staying on Earth."

"If that's what you want, dear….Are you going to try to be a singer here?"

"No…."

Corsa thinks back to the conversation she had with the destroyer god.

If you survive, carve out a better path for yourself….

"A doctor."

"What, sweetie?"

"I'm going to be a doctor."

"Now honey, I know you're young, but that's awfully ambitious."

"Why not? I'm thirteen, I've already graduated with my associates, should be a piece of cake."

"Oh, Corsa…"

Corsa stops walking and turns to face her mother. She hasn't seen this woman in three years. She emancipated herself when she was ten, then begged Jaco to take her to space with him to pursue a music career. Corsa had never sent word back whether or not she was okay or even that she missed her. 'I've been such a selfish child…'

"Mom, I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused you. I haven't been the best daughter. I know you don't want to hear it, but I've done some things I'm not proud of. I abused my power over others, using my abilities to get my way when my status couldn't. But not anymore. I've lost a lot of my powers, including flying. The only one left is healing. So why not use it to do some good for a change?"

Tights hugs her daughter in a long embrace.

"Oh honey, you could never do anything that would make me ashamed of you. I love you no matter what you choose to do with your life. If you want to be a doctor, then go for it. I'll support you. Your father would be so proud if he was still alive…"

"I hope he'd be mom…"

(-Ten years later-)

Corsa accomplished her goal of graduating from medical school at eighteen. At twenty-three, she has become one of the best surgeons in medicine, giving free aid to distant villages where medical care is few and far between. She is in West City, attending a conference, where she runs into her aunt, Bulma, who is accepting an award for a new jet engine her company, Capsule Corp., has patented. Corsa is invited by her aunt to come to a party she is throwing at Capsule Corp. There, she gets to meet not only the gang, but her Saiyan uncle, Vegeta, and their children, Trunks and Bulla. Little does she know, fate has a twisted sense of humor….

Author's note: Hope you enjoyed the prologue! The first chapter is also up, so feel free to give it a read! Thank you!