Far away in the depths of space, a small red planet slowly spun and twisted its life away, while the inhabitants, a warrior breed called the Saiyajins, lived on without a care. They had been around for quite some time, constantly growing, interbreeding, creating more powerful hybrids then even the full-bloods themselves. Saiyajins were a feared race, a hated race, a race that all wanted to destroy...but could not. Even as a child, a Saiyajin had capabilities far beyond that of races and breeds that have trained for generations...

A small Saiyajin child stood, alone, on a large knoll littered with bodies. She, the child, saw nothing. Felt nothing. What she felt for these creatures was only emptiness. It was survival of the fittest, eat or be eaten, predator or prey...and this race was certainly not strong. Small, dark eyes drifted across the battle scene, surveying, calculating...those eyes missed nothing...A body twitched, moved, and rolled over. Her eyes snapped over to it. Never had she missed one before. With a graceful, fluid- like motion she sprang down the knoll and alighted by the body. Fear shone in the creature's eyes, dancing around like flames. It tried to back away, but her foot caught it in the chest. She waited. It did not try to move again, realizing it was hopeless. Not strong...but a smart breed. With a cold, malicious grin she applied pressure to its chest, slowly crushing its lungs. The creature made a choked, strangled sound and reached up to grab her foot. Sparks sizzled off her as she started gathering energy into her fists. More and more, she pulled power from the depths within herself and started forming it into an attack. Her voice, emotionless, and just as cold as her grin, flowed out and over the creature, over the knoll and passed between the trees as a soft, whisper of wind. "How would you like to die?" The creature said nothing. Questions danced in its mind, but it dared not ask them. She only smiled. A knowing smile, a haunting smile, a probing searching smile. The words poured from its mouth before he realized it. "Who are you? What are you? Why are you here? Why are you doing this? How old are you? How did you become so strong? Why? Why? Why!?" The last word trailed off as a shriek, piercing the air with cold certainty. With every word it lost that much air, and her foot made up for it by pressing harder. Horror flashed across the creatures eyes. She only gave the barest hint of a nod, and it spoke. It talked, its voice rattling in its throat until it had no more air to give. Strangling itself by talking, the last word it uttered was 'kaika' before pressing its hand against her leg...