A/n - CAUTION! I have added new characters, there is insulting, mild swearing, slight humor, and a lot of confusion in this, so bare with me, k? I do not, I repeat, DO NOT own Dragonball Z or any of the characters, GOT IT?! The only flamers I want are about the story itself. Now read while I go burn in the glory of other peoples flamers. FUAHAHAHAHAHA! And I do not mean the legend of super saiyan in the title so NAH!

~CHAPTER 1~ The second legendary child is born.

"Plenthor! Come help me!"

The old man sprang from his chair, tossing his notepad aside, and ran to help his partner. The newborn child was fighting wildly. Her tail lashed out and hit the giant lizard. The old man had to subdue her with a tranquilizer needle. They placed her in an infant chamber, and watched as her energy monitors went to an almost immediate 20. They finally settled down at about 55 as she rested for the time being. Plenthor sat down, pulled a pencil from behind his ear, and wrote down her stats.

"Malaka, what's that girl's name? Can you check for me?"

"Mm... She seems to not have one. What should we name her?"

"Well..."

"How about Kylara?"

"Sister star of Nefleign, the chaos star?"

"Yeah, but she'll probably end up dead like the others anyways."

"I don't think so. Her power level is unnaturally high. Energy for a Saiyan child, I don't believe we've seen anything this high since... Nefleign or Brolly."

"Err... I have a slight problem, Plenthor."

"What?"

"Um... she needs to be changed, and frankly, I don't want to go near her."

He delicately touched the tail print across his cheek and looked at Plenthor with a pathetically helpless face. Plenthor sighed as he came up with just the right solution. It might be slightly dangerous to his and Malaka's health, but at the moment, it was the safer decision.

"OH NEFLEIGN!"

"Isn't she asleep?"

They both winced as they heard an energy blast and smelled smoke, not to mention an extremely loud growl as though some extremely dangerous wild animal that was hungry and rabid had been let loose in the next room. Well... it was close enough... Nefleign had just been woken up in the middle of her nap.

"WHO WOKE ME UP, AND WHERE ARE THEY, SO I CAN KILL THEM AFTER I HEAR THEIR PATHETICALLY WEAK EXCUSE AND PLEAD MERCY AND GROVEL AT... I'm hungry."

"Not anymore."

"Uhoh."

Nefleign stormed in, and from her eyes and slight stagger, she had obviously just woken up. They just stared casually at her, as if it were completely normal(which it was, like that one time... well, I won't go into that right now.)

"What is it already? Do I have to run another errand? Cause if I do, you'll be sorry."

"No. We need you to perform a task that Malaka isn't... err... trained for."

Her eyes lit up almost instantly. Plenthor saw this and sighed. Either she was going to refuse to do it, or she would kill him and then refuse to do it. She really got on his nerves. And she knew it too, so she savored every moment of it.

"We need you to change a diaper"

Her hopeful eyes turned into the not-yet-famous death glare (which wasn't yet lethal) and she turned her head to face Malaka. She began to speak in a tone that was so calm that it frightened them more than when she threatened to kill them at the top of her lungs in a serious voice.

"Malaka."

"W...what?"

"How is it that you are not trained to change an infants diaper when that is your job."

"I... Sh... B... I j..."

"ANSWER ME YOU OVERGROWN LIZARD BEFORE I STEP ON YOUR H..."

She was cut off by a sudden shatter of equipment to her right. She looked at the hovering Saiyan child, and flickered her eyes over to the power readings on a cart, which was next to the remains of the infant chamber. Her eyes widened as the floating baby's energy went up to 700. Plenthor's face went pale as Malaka shrank back in fear.

"What's her name?"

"K... K... Kylara."

"Chaos star. Good name for something so strong."

Nefleign walked steadily up to the child suspended in air. Kylara's eyes were now level with Nefleign's, and Kylara's tail hairs stood on end as it tensed up, showing a sign of pure anger. She swung her tail at her head, but Nefleign caught it deftly. Kylara began to thrash about, but Nefleign grabbed the screaming baby out of the air, and rapidly changed her. The baby stopped punching and kicking, and relaxed as Nefleign cradled her. She yawned and fell asleep. The three year old girl stared down at the infant, who was now sleeping peacefully. She handed her to a completely shocked Plenthor and began to walk out the door.

"I'm going back to sleep. You can wake me if you don't value your already pathetically useless lives, or there's a fight I need to join."

And with that she calmly and yet so casually, as if nothing had just happened, left without another word. They watched, stunned as Nefleign strode out the door.

"We are going to fear the name Kylara."

"I believe we shall fear both one day."

"I hope they never join forces, and if they do, they're not against us."

"We might not want to send this child off Malaka..."

"Why not?"

"Too powerful. She'd destroy an entire planet before she could crawl."

"Can you hand me some painkillers Plenthor?"

"Another headache?"

"Yeah, between all this screaming of children, never getting any breaks, and this new problem, were going to need much more than painkillers."

Malaka delicately took the child away from Plenthor and placed her in an extra strength infant chamber. He sighed as he walked over and sat down next to Plenthor. A noise from the other room told them that Nefleign was deciding to stay awake and train while watching T.V. it was pretty obvious with the sound of the television jacked up to it's maximum volume and the sounds of ki blasts flying while Nefleign is making dents as she bounces of the walls. Malaka shut the door as Plenthor looked at Kylara and sighed heavily.

"I hope she doesn't break this one too..."

"Me too."

~2 ½ years later~

"When are they getting here?"

"Be patient Malaka. We're getting rid of her. They should be here any second."

"I'M HUNGWWWWWWWYYYYYYYY!!!!"

"We are all out of food. You ate it all."

"When are they going to get he..."

The two looked up to see three other people standing in the doorway. A black haired woman, a sandy haired boy, and a man with matching hair stood in the doorway. A look of relief came over Malaka's face. Plenthor looked at them and smiled.

"I'm supposing you're Kylara's parents then?"

The man spoke in an angry voice, as though he didn't want to pick her up. Plenthor didn't blame him, and this man hadn't even met the kid yet.

"Is that the brat's name, Kylara?"

The woman sighed and smiled. She was obviously the mother, and wanted to see her child. She gave a warning glare up at the man as she spoke.

"Rathor, be tolerable. We came to pick her up. Where can we find h..."

Just then, a rather irritated Kylara stomped into the room. Her face was contorted in hunger and anger. She didn't even notice the people standing in the doorway.

"Kylara, you're making the whole room shake!"

"Move!, you... you... GGRRR... I'M HUNGWWWWYYYYYYY!!"

"Malaka, why don't you go attend to other children?"

"Sure Plenthor. Never get between a Saiya-jin and her food..."

Malaka ran off, and didn't get to see Kylara rip off the door on the cabinet and stuff three packs of food in her mouth before finally noticing that they had visitors. She brushed her face off and looked at them. Walking up to the woman, she looked into her face hard.

"Who are you?"

"We are your family. I'm your mom, and this is your dad, Rathor, and your brother, Kedvrall. My name is Fasha and your name is Kylara right? That's a nice name, if I don't say so myself." I did name you after all...

"Awe you gonna send me to anoder pwanet wike all the oder wittle babies??"

"No. We came to take you home."

"YAY!!!(A/n - how much you wanna bet that Malaka and Plenthor are thinking 'raise the roof! Raise the roof!' lol...) *turns around to face Plenthor* baibai. can you say baibai to Mawaka and Nefweign for me too?"

"Of course I will little one..."

Out of no where Plenthor was winded bye a 2 ½ year old saiyan hugging him. He gave her an awkward pat on the back and sent her off. The male Saiya-jin looked extremely irritated at this, but overlooked it. As soon as she left though, King Vegeta walked in.



"Have you any new recruits?"

"King Vegeta! Yes sir! Thr... two sir. I'll call one of them. Her skills are great. Nefleign!!"

"Her? Nefleign? Ugh, a girl named after the calmest star"