I don't own dragonball Z, ok? This is my first DBZ fic, just an idea I had.
The young girl stood staring at the horizon in the sky. Tomorrow she would have to leave this place that for so many years, she'd called home. Her blonde hair rustled in the wind. She knew the ramifications if the king saiyan, Vegeta, found out that she even existed. He'd for sure want to know who her parents were. After all, it's not every day that a saiyan is born a super saiyan, let alone, have a strange gold and black striped tail.
She had lived in the lab all her life. Her father's identity was a mystery, although Syria suspected there must be someone from the upper bloodline who had given some fathering to her. She wasn't even sure the woman they had told her since birth was her real mother.
The young girl sighed, and now I have to go away. What do the lab technicians fear for me so much that they'd send me off-planet?
For all of her 16 years, Syria had wondered why she had even been created. Sure, she had been a super saiyan since birth, which is one part of what they had hoped to achieve. But she had been born a female- not the male they'd been hoping for. And, her tail was not like the other saiyans. Gold and black striped it until the end, where it ended in a white tuft of silky fur.
So in other words, she sighed, I was a failure. And they've never tried again since.
A light rap at her door put Syria on end. "Who is there?" she called out into the silence.
The door opened, revealing a smiling face. "Just me, Sia."
The girl smiled and bounded over to hug her good friend Pantei. He'd been the only friend she'd ever had on this planet. Way older than her in years, but kind and gentle, he was of the Kiansi species, a planet very far away from the planet Vegeta.
Kiansi were a beautiful species, as far as physical looks went. They had angel-like wings made of glittering specs of an almost scale-like substance. Most Kiansi were born with blue or purple hair, and had the most beautiful green eyes.
"What are you doing here, Pei?" she asked him, teasing him with his nickname that she'd given him when she first saw him.
"I'm here to see you off! I know you're leaving tomorrow, but they didn't tell me where for! Did they tell you?" he asked seriously.
"To tell you the truth, I haven't the faintest idea. I don't even know why they're sending me off-planet."
Pantei's face grew serious. "I might have an idea. Freeza's been getting testy lately with the King Vegeta. I know for a fact that most of the technicians here care for you as a daughter and would not like to see you get hurt. So they're sending you to some far away planet..."
"Kiansi?" Syria asked eagerly.
Pantei shook his head, deep in thought. "No, not Kiansi." Syria's face fell. "I think it's some backwater planet out in the Tri sector. According to records, a few years ago, they sent a saiyan child there to conquer it. I believe your technicians are sending you there to accompany him."
She looked puzzled. "And mate?"
Pantei laughed. "Now I think we both know that'll be your decision, little miss. I know for a fact that you only take what you want. If you want it."
Syria's lips turned upward in a smug-like smile. "So I can do what I please?"
"In a sense, yes. That's not to say that the Techs wouldn't be pleased to see you mate," said Pantei slyly.
Syria yawned. "Must be time soon for rest. I'll be going to bed soon, Pei. I'll see you tomorrow then."
Pantei smiled. "Of course, Miss Syria." With that, he closed her door and turned around to find Aamol, the head technician of the experiment.
"Did you tell her?" Aamol asked the Kiansian.
"Yes, but only partly, like you said. I didn't tell her about the cryo chamber she'll have to travel in. Miss Claustrophobic will not be too pleased, come tomorrow," Pantei smiled.
Aamol looked at Pantei for a second, his age truly showing in his saiyan face. "You know we care for her; that's why we agreed to do this. If she'd been born a boy, it would've been different.."
"But she wasn't," finished Pantei. "Even as a boy, I'm not sure she would've been a great warrior. She has too pure of a heart. She doesn't like to hurt things or people. She has the strength, yes, to pick apart maybe even the likes of Freeza. But she's not that kind of person."
"Sadly, no," said Aamol. "Our planet might have been saved, if.."
"Then the rumors are true?" asked Pantei. "I wasn't just fibbing to her."
"Yes," the technician answered. "It's been rumored that Freeza has something to fear from our planet. So, according to my inside investigator, he's going to take the prince and destroy Vegeta."
Pantei looked over towards Syria's door. "So, in a sense, you're all saving her because you know, that one day, she may be the universe's only hope."
"Yes. Unfortunately, that time is not now. We'd have her do it, but, as you said, she's not ready. She cried when her pet Flame died." Aamol said, shaking his head.
"Well, she is a female.." said Pantei.
"Yes, but a SAIYAN female! No saiyan would ever act like this! Not even a female one!"
The two men fell silent. Then the Kiasian spoke up.
"I suppose we'd just wait for tomorrow, then."
"I suppose."
And with that, they went their separate ways.
In her bed, Syria held wide eyes for the gentle stars of the galaxy out of her window.
And soon, I'll be among you, she said, before falling asleep, a star gleaming at her from the sky.
The dawn on Vegeta came with a gentle glow of the sun. Its rays shined on Syria's face, outlining her features. Her green eyes open with the start of the day, the saiyan girl stretched her arms and yawned. She glanced at the foot of the bed to find her clothes already lying out. Pulling herself out of bed, Syria went into her bathroom and took a cold, invigorating shower.
I wonder what it'll be like in space? she wondered as she lathered up her hair. The shower was the only place in which her blonde hair wouldn't stick up. Once out of the shower was a different story.
Will I get to see stars up close and personal? Will I get to see other aliens? I wonder how they expect me to pilot the ship!
After her morning shower was done, she stepped out, calmly brushed her hair, which then had the nerve to stick up. Syria sighed. After 16 years, you'd think I'd learn that there's nothing I can do to keep it down.
She put on her clothes with no hesitation. The tech assistants had put out a lovely blue uniform this morning, complete with red satin belt and trim. Syria admired herself in the mirror. She wished for a moment that she wasn't part of some stupid warrior race.. Then she'd do all sorts of stuff- like have fun with other girls her age. She didn't know what fun was, but she figured it must be something like when she played with her pet Flame.
Poor Flame. Why'd he have to die? she silently wiped the tears out of the corners of her eyes at the thought of her pet.
She wondered if she would have any instruction today, as first off, she was leaving, and second, these were too nice of clothes to spar in.
Almost ready to go, Syria glanced down at her shoes, ready to sit down and put them on. But she did a double take when she saw that they were also made out of the beautiful blue silk-like cloth. They had red trim as well, with blue gems lined on the sides. Now Syria was sure there was no instruction today. No way they would have her mess up these fine clothes.
But the shoes weren't the end of the surprise. Once she lifted up one of the shoes, she saw a small package wrapped in tissue paper. Being very careful, she pulled back the paper to reveal a small jeweled headband.
Syria gasped in shock. How could they have afforded these, let alone give them to her? She had nothing to give in return; that was the saiyan tradition.
Oh well.. But how fine these clothes are! And how beautiful! I must wear them- maybe that will be a gift in itself to them!
She gently guided the headband into her blonde hair, and turned to look in the mirror. How beautiful she looked. Picking up the tissue paper, she discovered the headband was not the last of the gifts. Inside was a wee golden tail ring, something worn by saiyan women of great wealth. She slipped it on, awestruck.
I'd better go out there- they're probably waiting.
Syria then opened her door to find a tech assistant waiting by the door. He seemed awestruck by her beauty.
"Right.. Right this way, Miss Syria," stammered the technician's assistant, who let her follow him down the corridor to the food hall. He opened the door only to hear a small gasp come from Syria.
Great shakes!! she thought to herself as she entered.
Pantei and Aamol were sitting at the table in their finest armor, but it was the items on the table that made Syria gasp.
The finest of all Saiyan culinary was upon the table. From roasted meats to Syria's favorite dish, Roasted Yslai with Bailey, the table was heavy laid with good food to eat.
"But.. But why?" she voiced aloud as Aamol stood up and came to her side.
The old man smiled. "You are our pride and joy, and today is your parting. We wanted everything to be perfect before you left. Did you enjoy the clothes?" he asked her.
Syria nodded.
"I'm glad, for you look quite beautiful in them. Shall we sit down?" he asked her again, gesturing at the table. "I'm sure you're quite hungry."
"Um.. Ok."
The party sat down and ate their meal, with Syria at the head. The rest of the technicians and assistants came in to join them in their feast. They laughed, told jokes, and tried to make it a happy time for Syria. But the young Saiyan couldn't help but wonder why there was a certain stiffness to it all.
She turned to Pantei. "How strong exactly is this Freeza? Is he strong enough to maybe destroy half the population?"
At the word 'Freeza', the entire table fell silent. Syria felt an awkward pause as Pantei came up with an answer.
"He's pretty strong, yes, but nothing the likes of our King," he lied through his teeth.
The rest of the meal flew by smoothly. Afterwards, Aamol asked Syria to follow him up to his chamber. She did, hesitantly. As her creator and head technician, she expected perhaps a berating for her not being a boy or something of that nature. But as he kneeled down in front of a chest bearing the symbol of the family of Aamol, Syria knew that something was up.
"Child, do you know what today is?" he asked her.
"Um.. no," she said hesitantly. "Besides my departure that is."
He smiled. "It is so fitting that on the day of your departure should be the anniversary of your coming into the world. You are 17 years old, today, Miss Syria."
Syria gasped. She'd never known when her birthday was. Or what a birthday was. Sure, she'd seen cakes and packages sent into the assistant technicians on the same day every year, but she'd not put two and two together.
Aamol fiddled with a latch on the side until the chest popped open, revealing..
"A sword!" Syria gasped.
"And not just any sword, Miss Syria. This is the sword of Aamollis, also known as the Saber of Silence. It was used once by my grandfather, my father, and then me. I want you to take this with you."
Syria gasped. "But.. but.."
"No buts, Miss Syria. I have no heirs of my own. You are almost like my own child. Besides, I won't be needing this. Not anymore. Its power is yours if you can unlock it, Miss Syria. But it can only be activated in the heat of battle." His eyes were distant. Suddenly they became clear and focused. He looked at her. "You know what this means."
"But I don't battle! I'm.."
He grabbed Syria's wrist. "THERE IS NO DENYING YOUR HERITAGE, GIRL!" His voice dropped about thirty degrees. "You are a saiyan. Not only that, but a super saiyan, the strongest saiyan in the universe. One day, you will have to fight. There is no running from it, Syria."
"But I.. I.."
His voice took on a gentle tone. "I know, young one. I know. But one day, you will fight- It is in your destiny and your blood."
Syria appeared sad for a moment, but then she smiled. "Thank you Aamol." She gave him a hug. "I will treasure this for always."
Aamol looked slightly abashed at this sudden display of emotion, so unlike a saiyan warrior. "Um.. You're welcome," he said, his face contorted in a display of confusion. Then he smiled. She was so unlike the other saiyan children. So different. And yet, her being different did not disappoint him. In fact, he sort of wished that other children might be more like her.
She took the sword out of its sheath. It was made of Betzel, the strongest element on the planet, as well as the rarest. It had a slim, graceful handle, perfect for Syria's grip. The blade was sleek and sharpened to a fine point.
She inserted it back into its sheath. Aamol handed her a small band of cloth.
"This is its carrier. You may sling it on your back in such a fashion," he paused to show her, "as this." Aamol smiled. "Your father would have been proud to see you, warrior-spirited or not."
Syria hardly believed her own daring when she asked, "Aamol, who was my father?"
The old man turned, and acted as if he'd not heard her. "Let's go downstairs and ready you for your trip. You better mind yourself, too. I don't want any fussing about going into the pod."
Pod? Syria thought, then shuddered. No. NO! Not a cryo pod! NO!!!
She followed the old man down the banister once again to find him going down a staircase she'd never noticed before today. As Syria went down, it became more of a metallic feel to the room. Then she saw the pod she'd be going in.
An older SG-13 model, but still fairly new enough. Assistants were already taking Syria's possessions and foodstuffs into the shuttle. They packed them into side compartments. In the center of the model was a tube-like structure filled with a bluish goo.
Oh no. A tube. Not good. Not good at all, thought the Sayian girl. Claustrophobia started to pounce in on her. What if the tube falls on me and I'm crushed.. What if that blue stuff makes me run out of oxygen and kills me? What if..
"Miss Syria."
Syria's thoughts of terror were interrupted by a lone technician assistant. The man blushed pink.
"Miss, you must remove your.. your outer garments in order to enter the capsule. We've provided a suit of sorts to make you feel covered in the tube." The man obviously didn't want to be the one to report this news. He looked third class and knew that if Syria wanted to, she could've destroyed him with one hand.
Syria sighed. I don't want to do this! "Where's the changing stall?"
The man sighed in relief.
"Over here, Miss."
The young teen walked into the room and saw a sleek jumpsuit-like arrangement lying on a chair. She stripped of her clothes and laid them down, knowing that the assistants would put them in her console.
I don't want to do this I don't want to do this.. she went on, forcing herself to get into the suit, which was quite tight and form-fitting. She supposed it must have been made specially for her. It was dark blue, with red striped shoulders and neck. The trim ended at the ankles and wrists, making it look very much like a diving suit that some fourth classes wore to fish in.
Finally, Syria stepped out of the stall to find Pentei and Aamol waiting for her. Pentei gave her an understanding nod when he looked at the tube.
"I know, Syria. But you are a Saiyan. You have no fear."
Pentei's eyes shone proud. "You be careful when you land there, you hear me?" He embraced her in a hug.
I must not cry. Crying is a sign of weakness, Syria thought to herself. She got out of his embrace, then shook Aamol's hand.
"I must be going now, I assume?" she asked him.
"Yes. The assistants will help you into the tube. Good luck, Miss Syria." Then he took her hand and shook it.
Syria went up the stairs leading to the pod, then put on the breathing apparatus made specially for her. Finally, a shot was injected into her, and she jumped into the pool of goo, semi-unconcious. The last thing she saw before passing out was Pentei's smiling and waving at her, his wings full spread.
Good-bye, Pentei..
They shut the doors and readied the capsule for launch. When her ship went up and away, Pentei said to Aamol, "She will be a great warrior."
Aamol looked at his friend and said, "I hope so. For the sake of the universe."
Space travel to Syria was just like one big sleep. In a sense, she rested in hibernation whilst floating among the stars. Years went by as she traveled. Finally, her pod landed upon its destination.
A curious being with black hair and gray eyes saw the vessel land in the dirt. At only nine, he already was one of the strongest warriors on this planet. He went and tugged on his father's sleeve.
"Daddy, daddy!"
"What, son?" asked a giant-sized version of the boy.
"There's a shuttle that landed over there. I don't know what's in it."
"Rest your mind, Gohan, we'll find out soon." The man yelled over at one of his comrades.
"Hey, Vegeta!"
"What is it Kakarot? I was busy practicing!" the Saiyan prince complained.
"Need you to help me check something out over here- a capsule just landed."
"Wha- what?" Prince Vegeta squinted at the capsule, then gasped. "That's Saiyan-made! There must be another saiyan in there!"
"Well, should we check it out, Daddy?" the young boy asked.
"Sure, Gohan."
The party went over to the capsule, looking for a means to open the thing.
"Lucky for me, I know how to handle these things," smirked Vegeta, and he pressed an unseen knob on the outer hull. A gateway opened on the shuttle.
"Hey, thanks Vegeta!" yelled Gohan, who bounded up the pad.
Once inside, the young boy gasped. "Daddy, come in here, quick!"
Goku also bounded inside and was met by a sight indeed: a young girl, floating in a tube of bluish goo. She had blonde, pointy hair, and seemed sound asleep. Not only that, but she had a..
"A TAIL! THAT GIRL HAS A TAIL? KAKAROT, WE'RE DEALING WITH A FEMALE SAIYAN!" Vegeta exclaimed, who had just entered.
"So?" asked Goku.
"So!?! She could be the future of our species!"
"I don't think she looks too good, right now, Vegeta," said a three-eyed man who had joined the bunch. "Maybe you should wake her up first."
"Fine, fine." The Saiyan prince opened up a console and pressed a sequence of keys. The tank started to bubble and shake. Suddenly, Syria's eyes opened.
And she screamed. "GET ME OUT OF THIS TUBE THIS INSTANT!!" she yelled at the top of her lungs.
"Have it your way, then," said Vegeta, who pressed another sequence of keys that first, drained the blue goo out of the tube, then made the tube shrink into the floor.
Syria collapsed to the floor, slipping into unconsciousness. The last words she heard were, "Daddy, is she gonna be alright?"
Well? What did you think? OK? Not? Please no flames.
The young girl stood staring at the horizon in the sky. Tomorrow she would have to leave this place that for so many years, she'd called home. Her blonde hair rustled in the wind. She knew the ramifications if the king saiyan, Vegeta, found out that she even existed. He'd for sure want to know who her parents were. After all, it's not every day that a saiyan is born a super saiyan, let alone, have a strange gold and black striped tail.
She had lived in the lab all her life. Her father's identity was a mystery, although Syria suspected there must be someone from the upper bloodline who had given some fathering to her. She wasn't even sure the woman they had told her since birth was her real mother.
The young girl sighed, and now I have to go away. What do the lab technicians fear for me so much that they'd send me off-planet?
For all of her 16 years, Syria had wondered why she had even been created. Sure, she had been a super saiyan since birth, which is one part of what they had hoped to achieve. But she had been born a female- not the male they'd been hoping for. And, her tail was not like the other saiyans. Gold and black striped it until the end, where it ended in a white tuft of silky fur.
So in other words, she sighed, I was a failure. And they've never tried again since.
A light rap at her door put Syria on end. "Who is there?" she called out into the silence.
The door opened, revealing a smiling face. "Just me, Sia."
The girl smiled and bounded over to hug her good friend Pantei. He'd been the only friend she'd ever had on this planet. Way older than her in years, but kind and gentle, he was of the Kiansi species, a planet very far away from the planet Vegeta.
Kiansi were a beautiful species, as far as physical looks went. They had angel-like wings made of glittering specs of an almost scale-like substance. Most Kiansi were born with blue or purple hair, and had the most beautiful green eyes.
"What are you doing here, Pei?" she asked him, teasing him with his nickname that she'd given him when she first saw him.
"I'm here to see you off! I know you're leaving tomorrow, but they didn't tell me where for! Did they tell you?" he asked seriously.
"To tell you the truth, I haven't the faintest idea. I don't even know why they're sending me off-planet."
Pantei's face grew serious. "I might have an idea. Freeza's been getting testy lately with the King Vegeta. I know for a fact that most of the technicians here care for you as a daughter and would not like to see you get hurt. So they're sending you to some far away planet..."
"Kiansi?" Syria asked eagerly.
Pantei shook his head, deep in thought. "No, not Kiansi." Syria's face fell. "I think it's some backwater planet out in the Tri sector. According to records, a few years ago, they sent a saiyan child there to conquer it. I believe your technicians are sending you there to accompany him."
She looked puzzled. "And mate?"
Pantei laughed. "Now I think we both know that'll be your decision, little miss. I know for a fact that you only take what you want. If you want it."
Syria's lips turned upward in a smug-like smile. "So I can do what I please?"
"In a sense, yes. That's not to say that the Techs wouldn't be pleased to see you mate," said Pantei slyly.
Syria yawned. "Must be time soon for rest. I'll be going to bed soon, Pei. I'll see you tomorrow then."
Pantei smiled. "Of course, Miss Syria." With that, he closed her door and turned around to find Aamol, the head technician of the experiment.
"Did you tell her?" Aamol asked the Kiansian.
"Yes, but only partly, like you said. I didn't tell her about the cryo chamber she'll have to travel in. Miss Claustrophobic will not be too pleased, come tomorrow," Pantei smiled.
Aamol looked at Pantei for a second, his age truly showing in his saiyan face. "You know we care for her; that's why we agreed to do this. If she'd been born a boy, it would've been different.."
"But she wasn't," finished Pantei. "Even as a boy, I'm not sure she would've been a great warrior. She has too pure of a heart. She doesn't like to hurt things or people. She has the strength, yes, to pick apart maybe even the likes of Freeza. But she's not that kind of person."
"Sadly, no," said Aamol. "Our planet might have been saved, if.."
"Then the rumors are true?" asked Pantei. "I wasn't just fibbing to her."
"Yes," the technician answered. "It's been rumored that Freeza has something to fear from our planet. So, according to my inside investigator, he's going to take the prince and destroy Vegeta."
Pantei looked over towards Syria's door. "So, in a sense, you're all saving her because you know, that one day, she may be the universe's only hope."
"Yes. Unfortunately, that time is not now. We'd have her do it, but, as you said, she's not ready. She cried when her pet Flame died." Aamol said, shaking his head.
"Well, she is a female.." said Pantei.
"Yes, but a SAIYAN female! No saiyan would ever act like this! Not even a female one!"
The two men fell silent. Then the Kiasian spoke up.
"I suppose we'd just wait for tomorrow, then."
"I suppose."
And with that, they went their separate ways.
In her bed, Syria held wide eyes for the gentle stars of the galaxy out of her window.
And soon, I'll be among you, she said, before falling asleep, a star gleaming at her from the sky.
The dawn on Vegeta came with a gentle glow of the sun. Its rays shined on Syria's face, outlining her features. Her green eyes open with the start of the day, the saiyan girl stretched her arms and yawned. She glanced at the foot of the bed to find her clothes already lying out. Pulling herself out of bed, Syria went into her bathroom and took a cold, invigorating shower.
I wonder what it'll be like in space? she wondered as she lathered up her hair. The shower was the only place in which her blonde hair wouldn't stick up. Once out of the shower was a different story.
Will I get to see stars up close and personal? Will I get to see other aliens? I wonder how they expect me to pilot the ship!
After her morning shower was done, she stepped out, calmly brushed her hair, which then had the nerve to stick up. Syria sighed. After 16 years, you'd think I'd learn that there's nothing I can do to keep it down.
She put on her clothes with no hesitation. The tech assistants had put out a lovely blue uniform this morning, complete with red satin belt and trim. Syria admired herself in the mirror. She wished for a moment that she wasn't part of some stupid warrior race.. Then she'd do all sorts of stuff- like have fun with other girls her age. She didn't know what fun was, but she figured it must be something like when she played with her pet Flame.
Poor Flame. Why'd he have to die? she silently wiped the tears out of the corners of her eyes at the thought of her pet.
She wondered if she would have any instruction today, as first off, she was leaving, and second, these were too nice of clothes to spar in.
Almost ready to go, Syria glanced down at her shoes, ready to sit down and put them on. But she did a double take when she saw that they were also made out of the beautiful blue silk-like cloth. They had red trim as well, with blue gems lined on the sides. Now Syria was sure there was no instruction today. No way they would have her mess up these fine clothes.
But the shoes weren't the end of the surprise. Once she lifted up one of the shoes, she saw a small package wrapped in tissue paper. Being very careful, she pulled back the paper to reveal a small jeweled headband.
Syria gasped in shock. How could they have afforded these, let alone give them to her? She had nothing to give in return; that was the saiyan tradition.
Oh well.. But how fine these clothes are! And how beautiful! I must wear them- maybe that will be a gift in itself to them!
She gently guided the headband into her blonde hair, and turned to look in the mirror. How beautiful she looked. Picking up the tissue paper, she discovered the headband was not the last of the gifts. Inside was a wee golden tail ring, something worn by saiyan women of great wealth. She slipped it on, awestruck.
I'd better go out there- they're probably waiting.
Syria then opened her door to find a tech assistant waiting by the door. He seemed awestruck by her beauty.
"Right.. Right this way, Miss Syria," stammered the technician's assistant, who let her follow him down the corridor to the food hall. He opened the door only to hear a small gasp come from Syria.
Great shakes!! she thought to herself as she entered.
Pantei and Aamol were sitting at the table in their finest armor, but it was the items on the table that made Syria gasp.
The finest of all Saiyan culinary was upon the table. From roasted meats to Syria's favorite dish, Roasted Yslai with Bailey, the table was heavy laid with good food to eat.
"But.. But why?" she voiced aloud as Aamol stood up and came to her side.
The old man smiled. "You are our pride and joy, and today is your parting. We wanted everything to be perfect before you left. Did you enjoy the clothes?" he asked her.
Syria nodded.
"I'm glad, for you look quite beautiful in them. Shall we sit down?" he asked her again, gesturing at the table. "I'm sure you're quite hungry."
"Um.. Ok."
The party sat down and ate their meal, with Syria at the head. The rest of the technicians and assistants came in to join them in their feast. They laughed, told jokes, and tried to make it a happy time for Syria. But the young Saiyan couldn't help but wonder why there was a certain stiffness to it all.
She turned to Pantei. "How strong exactly is this Freeza? Is he strong enough to maybe destroy half the population?"
At the word 'Freeza', the entire table fell silent. Syria felt an awkward pause as Pantei came up with an answer.
"He's pretty strong, yes, but nothing the likes of our King," he lied through his teeth.
The rest of the meal flew by smoothly. Afterwards, Aamol asked Syria to follow him up to his chamber. She did, hesitantly. As her creator and head technician, she expected perhaps a berating for her not being a boy or something of that nature. But as he kneeled down in front of a chest bearing the symbol of the family of Aamol, Syria knew that something was up.
"Child, do you know what today is?" he asked her.
"Um.. no," she said hesitantly. "Besides my departure that is."
He smiled. "It is so fitting that on the day of your departure should be the anniversary of your coming into the world. You are 17 years old, today, Miss Syria."
Syria gasped. She'd never known when her birthday was. Or what a birthday was. Sure, she'd seen cakes and packages sent into the assistant technicians on the same day every year, but she'd not put two and two together.
Aamol fiddled with a latch on the side until the chest popped open, revealing..
"A sword!" Syria gasped.
"And not just any sword, Miss Syria. This is the sword of Aamollis, also known as the Saber of Silence. It was used once by my grandfather, my father, and then me. I want you to take this with you."
Syria gasped. "But.. but.."
"No buts, Miss Syria. I have no heirs of my own. You are almost like my own child. Besides, I won't be needing this. Not anymore. Its power is yours if you can unlock it, Miss Syria. But it can only be activated in the heat of battle." His eyes were distant. Suddenly they became clear and focused. He looked at her. "You know what this means."
"But I don't battle! I'm.."
He grabbed Syria's wrist. "THERE IS NO DENYING YOUR HERITAGE, GIRL!" His voice dropped about thirty degrees. "You are a saiyan. Not only that, but a super saiyan, the strongest saiyan in the universe. One day, you will have to fight. There is no running from it, Syria."
"But I.. I.."
His voice took on a gentle tone. "I know, young one. I know. But one day, you will fight- It is in your destiny and your blood."
Syria appeared sad for a moment, but then she smiled. "Thank you Aamol." She gave him a hug. "I will treasure this for always."
Aamol looked slightly abashed at this sudden display of emotion, so unlike a saiyan warrior. "Um.. You're welcome," he said, his face contorted in a display of confusion. Then he smiled. She was so unlike the other saiyan children. So different. And yet, her being different did not disappoint him. In fact, he sort of wished that other children might be more like her.
She took the sword out of its sheath. It was made of Betzel, the strongest element on the planet, as well as the rarest. It had a slim, graceful handle, perfect for Syria's grip. The blade was sleek and sharpened to a fine point.
She inserted it back into its sheath. Aamol handed her a small band of cloth.
"This is its carrier. You may sling it on your back in such a fashion," he paused to show her, "as this." Aamol smiled. "Your father would have been proud to see you, warrior-spirited or not."
Syria hardly believed her own daring when she asked, "Aamol, who was my father?"
The old man turned, and acted as if he'd not heard her. "Let's go downstairs and ready you for your trip. You better mind yourself, too. I don't want any fussing about going into the pod."
Pod? Syria thought, then shuddered. No. NO! Not a cryo pod! NO!!!
She followed the old man down the banister once again to find him going down a staircase she'd never noticed before today. As Syria went down, it became more of a metallic feel to the room. Then she saw the pod she'd be going in.
An older SG-13 model, but still fairly new enough. Assistants were already taking Syria's possessions and foodstuffs into the shuttle. They packed them into side compartments. In the center of the model was a tube-like structure filled with a bluish goo.
Oh no. A tube. Not good. Not good at all, thought the Sayian girl. Claustrophobia started to pounce in on her. What if the tube falls on me and I'm crushed.. What if that blue stuff makes me run out of oxygen and kills me? What if..
"Miss Syria."
Syria's thoughts of terror were interrupted by a lone technician assistant. The man blushed pink.
"Miss, you must remove your.. your outer garments in order to enter the capsule. We've provided a suit of sorts to make you feel covered in the tube." The man obviously didn't want to be the one to report this news. He looked third class and knew that if Syria wanted to, she could've destroyed him with one hand.
Syria sighed. I don't want to do this! "Where's the changing stall?"
The man sighed in relief.
"Over here, Miss."
The young teen walked into the room and saw a sleek jumpsuit-like arrangement lying on a chair. She stripped of her clothes and laid them down, knowing that the assistants would put them in her console.
I don't want to do this I don't want to do this.. she went on, forcing herself to get into the suit, which was quite tight and form-fitting. She supposed it must have been made specially for her. It was dark blue, with red striped shoulders and neck. The trim ended at the ankles and wrists, making it look very much like a diving suit that some fourth classes wore to fish in.
Finally, Syria stepped out of the stall to find Pentei and Aamol waiting for her. Pentei gave her an understanding nod when he looked at the tube.
"I know, Syria. But you are a Saiyan. You have no fear."
Pentei's eyes shone proud. "You be careful when you land there, you hear me?" He embraced her in a hug.
I must not cry. Crying is a sign of weakness, Syria thought to herself. She got out of his embrace, then shook Aamol's hand.
"I must be going now, I assume?" she asked him.
"Yes. The assistants will help you into the tube. Good luck, Miss Syria." Then he took her hand and shook it.
Syria went up the stairs leading to the pod, then put on the breathing apparatus made specially for her. Finally, a shot was injected into her, and she jumped into the pool of goo, semi-unconcious. The last thing she saw before passing out was Pentei's smiling and waving at her, his wings full spread.
Good-bye, Pentei..
They shut the doors and readied the capsule for launch. When her ship went up and away, Pentei said to Aamol, "She will be a great warrior."
Aamol looked at his friend and said, "I hope so. For the sake of the universe."
Space travel to Syria was just like one big sleep. In a sense, she rested in hibernation whilst floating among the stars. Years went by as she traveled. Finally, her pod landed upon its destination.
A curious being with black hair and gray eyes saw the vessel land in the dirt. At only nine, he already was one of the strongest warriors on this planet. He went and tugged on his father's sleeve.
"Daddy, daddy!"
"What, son?" asked a giant-sized version of the boy.
"There's a shuttle that landed over there. I don't know what's in it."
"Rest your mind, Gohan, we'll find out soon." The man yelled over at one of his comrades.
"Hey, Vegeta!"
"What is it Kakarot? I was busy practicing!" the Saiyan prince complained.
"Need you to help me check something out over here- a capsule just landed."
"Wha- what?" Prince Vegeta squinted at the capsule, then gasped. "That's Saiyan-made! There must be another saiyan in there!"
"Well, should we check it out, Daddy?" the young boy asked.
"Sure, Gohan."
The party went over to the capsule, looking for a means to open the thing.
"Lucky for me, I know how to handle these things," smirked Vegeta, and he pressed an unseen knob on the outer hull. A gateway opened on the shuttle.
"Hey, thanks Vegeta!" yelled Gohan, who bounded up the pad.
Once inside, the young boy gasped. "Daddy, come in here, quick!"
Goku also bounded inside and was met by a sight indeed: a young girl, floating in a tube of bluish goo. She had blonde, pointy hair, and seemed sound asleep. Not only that, but she had a..
"A TAIL! THAT GIRL HAS A TAIL? KAKAROT, WE'RE DEALING WITH A FEMALE SAIYAN!" Vegeta exclaimed, who had just entered.
"So?" asked Goku.
"So!?! She could be the future of our species!"
"I don't think she looks too good, right now, Vegeta," said a three-eyed man who had joined the bunch. "Maybe you should wake her up first."
"Fine, fine." The Saiyan prince opened up a console and pressed a sequence of keys. The tank started to bubble and shake. Suddenly, Syria's eyes opened.
And she screamed. "GET ME OUT OF THIS TUBE THIS INSTANT!!" she yelled at the top of her lungs.
"Have it your way, then," said Vegeta, who pressed another sequence of keys that first, drained the blue goo out of the tube, then made the tube shrink into the floor.
Syria collapsed to the floor, slipping into unconsciousness. The last words she heard were, "Daddy, is she gonna be alright?"
Well? What did you think? OK? Not? Please no flames.