Brand new story. I have a bad habit, but I'm not ready to quit it. I don't think this one will be a long one. I'm a bit ahead on this one so I decided to post the intro. Enjoy!

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Introduction

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Blue eyes opened inside a liquid filled tank. A tail lashing around in anger, body quaking in pain, needles piercing skin. The female looked around the green liquid to see the world around her chamber. A sterile place of science and damnation. Aboard this vessel were abominations, the worst of the worst, and she among them. Her fate sealed that day when she failed to deliver in her quest. Her refusal led to her punishment. Her eyes closed against the sting of sweat, tears coating the surface.

You aren't one of them no matter how much you want to be. You will always belong to this army. My creation, my little blue flame. I created you and I decide when you leave me.

That feminine, hissing, evil voice haunted every waking moment. A violent precursor to every single mission she'd ever been on. Purging, killing, and that sickening feeling coating the inside of her stomach. A product of evil, born in a lab, violently screaming her lungs out with no one to attend to her. It's not like she was even a child before any of this. No feelings of playfulness, no joy, no hope. Everything ripped asunder with that first breath of heated air.

Red eyes greeted her, the eyes of her master, set in a pale white face. An evil smile, a lusty look. A white tail twining with her blue one in the promise of something more. A shudder passed through her body as she remembered those red eyes gazing upon her form, they were full of joy at her being the ultimate weapon against his enemies. He explained her purpose, but she denied it. Even if she was a creation, she didn't want any of this.

Now, alone, floating in green healing gel, she had time to reflect on her next move. Something that would cause her problems, no doubt, however it was a need that could not be repressed anymore. There was something out there on that red planet that called to her. A sense of belonging that only she hoped to find. Maybe it was the scientist who created her, who named her, gave her this will; this instinct. If so, she had to thank him. In an instant, her eyes flashed purple and the glass shattered around her imploding outward.

A puppet, she would no longer be. Liquid oozed out of the tank as she buckled into the base, limbs heavy. The only thing that kept her standing was the wires and tubes that brought her food and healing medicines. Her last battle with the master left her weakened, but not enough to make her stay down. He made a fatal mistake by mixing in his most hated species, it made her stronger every time they fought. A blue aura of power flared around her as she floated to her armor, a mix of pain and determination. She wouldn't be under his thumb ever again.

Racing down the corridor, she found one of the empty escape hatches and hot wired it. Another mistake was giving her a scientific brain. Within minutes she was piloting her newly acquired shuttle towards the red planet below, a plan forming in her mind. She would find the one they called Prince Vegeta and hope he had the same vendetta as her own. To take down her creator no matter the cost.

I will no longer be controlled…