Dragon Ball Sagas

by The Amazing Spiderboy

Novelization of Dragon Ball Z, with but one added character thrown into the mix. R&R

1. Prologue

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball, it is the property of Sunrise and Toriyama.

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Prologue: Callion the Last Saiyan She-Wolf

For many space is the great unknown, the new frontier to explore, to perhaps someday colonize or even challenge, just as the colonists of Europe did the same in America. This uncertainty, is certainly true of humanity's feelings towards space, towards the future and what awaits them beyond the small pebble in the universe so vast that it may as well, be just that.

But to others, the vastness of space isn't so much a romantic challenge, or a means of survival, or something to be conquered as a man or woman must conquer fear, so much as prey to be devoured. Something to be enslaved, squeezed for all it was worth, and brutalized until it bears no resemblance to what it once was.

This is how Saiyans, the great 'apes' of space, the most brutish, the most foolish of the universe's children regarded space. Foresight, honour, even consideration for consequences were and are typically foreign to them. With no exceptions, save for two peculiar third-class Saiyans, one Bardock who had just had foresight enforced upon him, and one Paragus who was about to have his good fortune, turned into his worst-nightmare.

All from the 'great' king of the Saiyans, Vegeta to his son, the ill-tempered and immature twelve almost thirteen years old son, the crown prince, to the second class councillors, to Nappa the former head of the Saiyan fleets, to the lowest of third-classes were unable to foresee what lay ahead of them. Should one stomp upon those below them, or bite at the hands of those above, retribution, would surely someday come for them.

Oddly, this lack of vision, lack of consideration would save not just one Saiyan infant, but two of them. One being the aforementioned Bardock's youngest son, Kakarot (later to be known as Goku), and the other being the daughter of two lesser though no less promiscuous, brutal Saiyans of the same rank as he, though unlike Bardock, there was no trace of nobility of spirit within them.

"Power level of three, can you believe that?" Asked Karn of his peer, as they moved carried the infant girl who they hadn't bothered to cloth, only to place her in the designated pod.

"Ouch, what'd the parents say?" Chize asked, another large Saiyan he hardly gave the subject of their conversation much more, than a passing glance.

"Nothing, claimed they don't have a kid, since she's so damn puny and left it to the doc to name her," Was the shrugged reply.

"Suppose, she'll be good for nothing, not even proper breeding in a few years," Chize commented indifferently, as he turned away, "Least, she keeps quiet."

"Yeah, now Paragus' kid there's a real fighter, and then there's Kakarot, I mean he's got a power level of six, but at least he's got a good set of lungs on him." Karn remarked as he sealed the pod closed, only to click at another two buttons, before backing away as the ship was shot out from the planet, up and out of the atmosphere, and off into space.

"Yeah, though where could high command possibly send such a useless brat, as that one?"

"To some place called 'Battle-World', must be a chump's idea of battle, given how puny she is," Karn explained breezily, indifferent to the child's life when he added, "Dunno why the doc even bothered giving her a name, if she's just going to go off and die."

"What name did he give her?"

"Call-something-ah that's it, Callion!" Karn said straining his few braincells to remember anything beyond his growling stomach, and throbbing desire for a good mating, in that moment, notions that Chize agreed with, as they both soon went their separate ways, to go fulfill their own needs.

Little did they know that, this would be the last dawn of Planet Vegeta. Neither they, nor the doctors, nor the newborn Callion's parents could have possibly known, what was in store for them. That that would be the last day Vegeta saw, that though the sun had risen, by the time it was dark, it would be time for justice to rain down upon this planet of monsters, who would suffer the wroth of their master, which they had inflicted upon the universe a million times, with far more savagery and barbarism.

The pod containing the baby girl would speed across space, with very few even aware (or caring) of her existence, only to land on a rusty almost red world, lightyears from the asteroid belt that was now planet Vegeta. Crashing down, it would open, as the cries of the baby would be heard, by some who approached.

The baby's mewling and thrashing caught the attention at first by the inhabitants that approached it. As one reached for her, there would be a flurry of kicks and bites that would then catch the attention of one of the people behind the others.

"Quite the energy. This little one has quite the spirit." The man approached the pod.

"She's going to be perfect here on Battle-World!" Another agreed, as communications were sent out, and that's how it started.

Battle-World; a world for gladiatorial combat on a galactic scale. Anyone who's anyone has been here. Rumour has it that even King Cold is a regular customer here. The slaves sold here in the pits fight and kill to try to reach the top. And those that do, learn to enjoy certain luxuries. Celebrity gladiators enjoy fame, infamy in some cases, and wealth.

It wasn't unusual for the games to buy young promising children and infants, and the spirit this one baby showed, had caught everyone's eye. This now-rare acquisition would most certainly change the history of this world.

Most notably, one of the most popular fighters of this world, said to be a demon of a fighter called Ban, hadn't met the child yet, and when he woke up that day, he had a grim disposition. He was a survivor of yet another planet and species that was now considered extinct, planet Kanassa.

Leaving his gladiatorial cell, it was odd that someone of his repute and fame would prefer a simpler room, but he had grown adjusted to living in a more rudimentary manner. The elite slaves all had their own cells, and the best of the best could request luxuries for personal reasons.

Heading down to the mess-hall for breakfast, he would sit down at his table, in silence, focusing on his thoughts. After a few minutes a few other slaves were muttering at a neighbouring table.

"That meteor was a space pod. I hear it's from Chillian space." One smaller alien gossiped.

"I also hear that the person in it was a baby of alien origins. The baby was sent to the Battle-World nursery. I doubt it will survive." There were chuckles amongst them, but the one slave was thinking about a dream he had the night before.

"Hey Ban! What do you think?" A third asked out loud, in a casual tone.

Ban, the silent elite slave turned and simply answered bluntly. "If she's strong, she'll survive. If not, she'll die."

"You do have a point, Ban. That is the law here." The second alien, a bug type race conceded the point.

Ban thought for a moment. 'She's a Saiyan, if my dream is right. The same people that have recently destroyed mine. I could destroy her where she stands but…'

He closed his eyes for a moment, then when he opened them, he saw a woman of short stature, but intense studying eyes on a faraway planet. She had a large bald man, and a short man with spiked hair next to her, and once he turned around, there were other creatures facing them. A short bald monk, a child, a tall Namekian with a turban and a cape, a man with three eyes, a pale white youth and a wild looking man all of whom would likely be welcome in the gladiatorial matches.

Once he turned to look at the woman again, she smiled at him fiercely, as she opened her mouth to speak. "Killing for revenge is easy. The greatest revenge is served cold."

"Hey Ban!" Suddenly knocked out of his reverie, he turned to see a female slave. "Everything okay? You seem a little out of it."

He was back on Battle-World. He took a deep breath and muttered a simple "Sure. Yeah. Everything okay. I've got a battle later today. Going to prepare my armour."

He walked through the slave pens and areas deep in thoughts. Some of the guards looked a little concerned as he seemed distracted. He would tune them out and he would obey the directions without a thought.

Without realising it, he came to the nursery. It was comfortable enough for the infants, and it served for young fodder, abandoned by the galaxy, for pleasure in combat.

He looked inside and observed the incubators and cribs. His eyes laid on the one baby that was brought in, and he looked at the chart.

"Wow. That new baby has a power level of 3. Saiyan or no, she's going to get wiped out by the time she's 6." One guard joked.

Another chuckled. "Come on. Babies are all that weak. I give her 9 years old."

'No… she's a fighter… I can feel it. Revenge would be easy, but…' He looked at the helpless baby, sleeping, Fists curled up, looking relaxed. Possibly innocent.

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The years passed as if in seconds, as the young Saiyan grew up. By 4 years of age, she had learnt the laws of Battle-World well. She'd been in a few battle royals against other slave children, but she was concentrating. Her hands in front of her, she recalled something she saw in several of Ban's matches. He was skilled at a particular art.

He could make weapons appear with his own energy. She felt something in her, begin to take shape between her hands. In her head, she had a sharp blade, and she wanted to make it true. Silence was embraced, and the music of meditation filled her being.

"Hey baby-3! Wacha doin? Cryin' for Ban?" A young child of a bird-like alien race approached her.

"Watch who you call baby-3, ya bird-brained idiot!" Callion barked back, her concentration completely shot. Aware that the other youngsters called her that, due to the reading of her power level when she crashed, on the planet. Her opponent decided that this would be an easy target.

"Yer out, baby-3!" flapping his arms he charged headfirst, focusing his energy into his claws, wanting to shear his target.

Flying at high speed, within seconds, he swooped in close to slash at her, but when his claws seemingly touched his target, he felt nothing but air. Then there was a sudden pain in his gut. He looked down, to find what looked like a dagger made of pure energy.

The hand gripping it was Callion's, with the Saiyan gladiator growling softly. Her opponent fell like a brick, as she shifted her shoulder to toss him over that same shoulder, onto the ground. Breathing heavily she looked at her opponent bleeding on the ground, and then at the blade in her hand. She wished for something big that could make a difference, but only saw a small dagger.

There was a hint of disappointment in the girl's eyes, "That's it? I wanted a bigger one!"

Another of the children charged her from behind, but the girl heard the footsteps coming, turned around and instinctively slashed with her new weapon. This was followed by the blood splattering from a vital wound from the other child. With the momentum, his body fell forward as the young Saiyan tried to jump out of the way. His body landed on her lower torso, pinning her to the ground. With all her strength she mustered. She looked around at the other competitors in the large dome. There were many that were soaked in blood. Some their own, some were covered in their victims' blood.

Callion had to get loose. If not, she would be easy prey for another competitor. The one she killed was about a head and a little bigger than her. Getting loose would be a matter of leverage. As she struggled, she noticed a fish-like alien that had just finished his opponent and was looking for another victim.

This fish-like infant was her rival, an alien known to all as Ishwa. He was a sadistic bully that always found an excuse to push some of the other young children in the cells around. He kept bullying for the best bunks, for the biggest portions of food, and even the prize food, pillows, blankets and other such things from hard earned battles.

Turning and looking for his next victim, he turned and looked at Callion. He looked with a malevolent grin. His laugh mocked the pinned young warrior. "Hehe! Callion! Or should I say the third-rate baby! Looks like It's my lucky day!" He approached the child, his hand glowing with energy. As she cursed, he started gloating. "So how did the baby get stuck there?"

"I killed him! Just like I'll kill you, Ishwa!" She snarled back, trying to find some sort of leverage from the corpse above her, she wriggled like she never wriggled before. Releasing the dagger, letting it vanish, trying to get her legs free.

"You killed him? Yeah right! More like he killed himself just to land on you!' The aquatic being just laughed, "How many times do I have to tell you, Callion! The strong live, the weak just drop dead!" Looking at his victim struggling to free herself, and freeing her one leg, he launched an energy blast at said leg. It didn't deal any lethal damage, but it injured it. In response, he just laughed. "Woops! I dropped my blast! Here have some more!"

With a laugh, the little psychopath launched weak blasts at the helpless girl. After 4 dozen small blasts, she growled out. "Is that all you've got! Stupid!" This got him angry as he continued with more ki-blasts directed at her. She withstood the damage, as her armour got shredded, and her body was getting battered, with blood flying. This scene caught the camera's attention, as the gore of Battle-World was a fan favourite.

In the slave pens, slaves were watching the match. Most slaves would ignore these matches. Some liked to see the promising young talent. Others became sadists in order to better survive this dark world. Another favourite pass-time, for these slaves just like the wealthy and celebrated guests, seated up above them, was to gamble on the match-ups.

"Looks like Callion's going bye-bye. Guess I win again, Ven." One blue humanoid cockily commented to another.

"It's a wonder 'ow you ever made it this far in the matches, Ridge. Ishwa is makin' a bad mistake." A female cat-like alien with scars that would make master warriors bow their heads. Her voice sounded heavily accented. "It ain't over 'til the last minute. Just a second can make the difference." She explained herself. She turned to another person who was watching the match. "Oi Ban! Watchin' another match wit' lil Callie?"

Ban was watching intently at the events unfolding, on the huge above them. He stood there for a moment, quiet as the dead. His thoughts were on another tournament ring. A tournament from a dream, he had last night. This one had a boy dressed in orange, and an old bearded man. What had caught his attention, at the time and still arguably held it, even hours after he had awoken, was the boy's tail.

He then felt a hand slap his shoulder lightly. "Oi! Ban! Listen ta me wen I'm talkin'!" He turned to look at Ven and Ridge. He looked at the scene in the battle and spoke up with a smirk.

"She's going to win. He lost his chance, and his arrogance is only going to hand her the victory." He stated calmly, partially mocking Ridge.

In the fight, the energy blasts kept coming as Callion fought through the pain.

"What's wrong? Begging yet for mercy?" Ishwa taunted.

"Is that it? My Dead Gramma can do more damage than that!" The pinned girl returned the taunt with interests. This got a vein in the fish boy's head to throb, as he returned to blasting.

"Can your stupid dead gramma do this!" Out of anger, he launched another blast that hit her midback, but the explosion launched the body on top of the girl off of her, freeing her from her position.

In one swift motion, she was on her feet, with a ki-blast of her own shot down at the ground behind her, pushing her towards the bully, in a death charge. Calling forth the dagger she had made earlier, she thrusted the small energy weapon into her opponent.

For a moment, everything stood still. Ishwa looked down and found an energy dagger in his lower chest cavity. He was shocked and looked at her with a flabbergasted look in his eye

"How… How dare you! I'm hurt! How dare you! I don't get hit! I'm bleeding… Help... I'm bleeding! I…"

Out loud the horn blasted, indicating the end of the battle royal. The living children proceeded to line up, a judge evaluating the slaves still breathing. Half of the children were sent back to the pens, and after what was considered an intermission with the audience, 15 minutes later, the seats were filled again. The MC stepped on his floating stool that allowed him to levitate over the stadium. "Now, it's time to vote for the MVP! Gambling booths will be open for you wall to turn in your betting tickets."

The children lined out, entering the slave preparation area, to find the next slave gladiators preparing. Some of the older slaves came to assist the young fighters who came out of the ring to remove armour, and herd them out to a common area. Several medical employees observed the slaves and took the more injured ones to a medical area for recovery. Proper triage and medical care allowed for healthier, stronger slaves to continue to entertain crowds. Even celebrity slaves like Ban have nearly died in a few matches. And if too many slaves die, one would need to buy more slaves, which can get pricey. Especially if there are rare races like Saiyans to be bought. An officer approached the children in the line, excusing the least injured, those with artificial, little to no injuries, to proceed to the cafeteria, to the cells, or to the waiting area. Finally arriving at Callion, her injuries given to her by Ishwa were looked over, meticulously, with the stoic doctor looking bored, typed something on his datapad. He finally spoke up.

"Medical unit, green ticket. Minor injuries that can aggravate if not tended." Pointing to the medical room, Callion followed, a little fidgety. She didn't like to wait in line. A green ticket meant that she could wait after the life-threatening injuries, and the crippling injuries which is a red ticket, the major injuries or the fractures would be the yellow tickets, and the green ticket is for other minor injuries, or damage that does need to be tended to, but there's no immediate emergency.

The little girl, looked around at the hustling and bustling, as some slaves from a waiting area came into the preparation zone, going to some booths. Slaves were not able to bet money, but the management decided to monopolise on the fact that slaves already were betting various things already between each other. Keeping track of the bets allowed the management to minimize personal quarrels between slaves, or even let some escalate for marketing purposes. (A good rivalry that goes on for months, sometimes years at a time allowed for fans to pick a particular team, which can increase revenue for marketing and selling team or slave memorabilia in the Battle-World gift shop.) It also helped the management know who was betting food, personal weapons, sometimes books, even sexual services and time for specific training in the training area.

With the various gambling booths also came the ability via how they were organized and with their colours, to know who one was affiliated with or which political group one preferred, as all gambling booths were also under the influence of the Red Team and Orange Team. Two cliques of gladiatorial fans that dominated Battle-World's political rule, administration, law-codes and how the various matches were organized, as the selection of who fought against whom, was sometimes organized via votes (with the voting system having long since been hacked by both teams).

But much as Callion, was aware of all this and of how Battle-World was organized, she didn't pay it much mind. It had never much mattered to her. She was a slave, and a gladiator. That was all, and all she expected from her life, and at her age. Though, it didn't much feel like slavery or like being stripped of something at all, she had freedom of speech, she had the right to do what she wanted, go where she wanted yet had no interest in anything save the ring, satisfying her curiosity and staying close to her greatest friend and only hero.

She had more important things than politics or sports teams on her mind, to begin with, she had one 'great' thing in mind to be quite honest. With her quick to let everyone know this, a heartbeat later when she failed to locate this 'thing' or person to be more accurate.

"Ban! BAN! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNN! Where are youuuuuuuu?" She called out loudly, barrelling forward, through even other gladiators. The little girl memorized where her hero liked to be.

Combing through the cafeteria, cells and public areas, the little Mexican jumping bean finally found her target. He was in the resting room. This was a room for the gladiators where many would meditate, or unwind for a hard battle, or even mentally prepare for one. Callion found Ban in a meditative position. Most would avoid noise in this relaxing room.

Not the little torpedo.

"Ban! Ban! Ban! Didja see my battle? I used your power! I wanted a giant sword, but I could only do a knife. Hey Ban! Can you hear me? Can ya? Can ya?" She jumped all over the still warrior, jumping from his head, to his arm, to even hopping on his back. Finally, he sighed.

"Can't I have a moment to meditate?" He spoke out loud, in an exasperated way. She stayed still for a minute, which if he opened his eyes, he would see that it was physically painful for her to stay frozen stiff, just waiting for him to respond. From one perspective it looked like she was vibrating in place. He decided to stand up and look straight ahead at the wall in front of him. "It may seem like a simple ability, but it takes a true warrior to master each and every form you can present, kid." He walked forward, aware that he had his little shadow following him.

"Ban, can you teach me how to make them bigger? I wanna slash and swoosh my enemies! And you're the best at weapon fighting!" The girl requested the champion gladiator.

"Callion, just because a weapon may seem larger, and give off a bigger explosion, it doesn't mean it's better. If it doesn't hit the intended target, and deal the damage you intend to inflict, then such a weapon is useless, and only a fool would waste such energy. They deserve to die, understood?" The man strictly made a statement, that sounded like a harsh scolding.

"So, a huge sword can be useless?" The girl asked curiously.

"In the hands of an amateur, yes. A dagger can also be useless. Either can be dangerous, because you can hit yourself. But in the hands of a master…" The two arrived in the training area, as Ban turned to one of the guards, who flicked a button, which allowed both of their collars to turn a different colour, to enable ki usage in the training room only. This was conditional, and heavily observed. The guards were also ki trained, in order to properly combat any rebellious slaves. The duo then went into a domed room, and a training droid approached. Ban then charged his energy in his hand, as a two-foot sword appeared, and the droid then went from a cylinder to a humanoid form. The voice of the robot spoke up.

"Enter Training routine."

"Basic foe." Ban replied, holding his sword upwards.

"Acknowledged." The droid charged the gladiator, as he delayed his strike, usually he would respond sooner, but he wanted to drive home a point. After a few seconds, he then brought down his sword, and swiped it left after it reached the lowest point, followed by a right slash at the neck, then a left swipe at the leg joints. The robot then fell to pieces after the two charged.

"It can be a fearsome weapon. That dagger you formed made a difference. A sword would have been too much energy for you, and you would have at least a yellow or red ticket. You have to know your limits." The giant of a man was speaking stoically. His voice resonated with conviction and faith in his own skill. "Can I ask you a very important question, Callion?" The man turned to the girl with a stern look. She nodded curiously, absorbing all the information. "What is a warrior's greatest weapon?"

The girl fell deep in thought, thinking of her options. After about a minute of mental deliberation, she got an idea. "Ki? You can turn it into whatever attack you want!" The girl stated eagerly.

"Wrong. It is this." He answered by kneeling down in front of her, pointing at her head with his finger. "A powerful attack can be more lethal to oneself, if one doesn't know how to use the attack properly."

"So, the smarter fighter wins more, and It's better to hit an enemy than to make a big explosion?" The girl summarized as much as she could, a rather focused look on her face. This conclusion got a head nod from the man, as he left the training area.

"Come. You need to meet with the medical staff for your post battle check ups, and I have a battle in two hours." Before they left, he thought for a moment. "Next week, when we've recovered from battle, I'll show you how to fight with a dagger. We can start from there and move our way to other weapons you can make."

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Dreams mean so many things. Some think it's a window into the subconscious of the mind. Others dismiss it as visual images in sleep, and nothing more. However, there are some that believe that dreams can predict the future.

But for a Kanassan, dreams can mean a variety of things. They can be the past, the present or the future. What was odd, was predicting for years about the same few people. Amongst this race, this would be indicative of a group of people that would influence the future of the world.

Ban sighed as he got up from his bed. The day before, he got a vision of the one male Saiyan, meeting a girl, and destroying a vehicle. Something about a monster. It wasn't surprising that a Saiyan would be barbaric. But he got very familiar with this one person.

Following that, he went to bed, and had another vision, of a young man with one hand, fighting a young man and woman valiantly, and nearly destroying them, only to face his death, like a warrior. He has seen visions of this man as well.

He put his thoughts of these visions aside for the time being. The fish-like alien had an important tournament battle, as the highest-ranking gladiators of the various ranked groups would be doing elimination battles to see who would come out on top. As the reigning champion, he had a reputation to uphold. Even if it was solo matches, a lot of those from the red and orange teams did a lot to try to get the top position. This person would have much more sway over fans, and over the politics. Unfortunately for them, Ban was an odd unaffiliated gladiator. Both teams didn't like his constant refusal to join either team, and many who didn't like to join the teams preferred it that way. One team having too much power could cause a huge power struggle.

Finishing his breathing techniques, he got up from his position, clearing his mind for the battle ahead, when he walked up to the Arena gates. The previous matches were the elimination battles of the younger gladiators. This was done to warm up the audience for the main show of the day.

The current match was the young Saiyan Callion against a top ranking 9-year-old named Tove. She sadistically launched energy blasts at the 5-year-old, watching her prey hop around to avoid the attacks with grace, as the announcer was narrating the battle with gleeful enthusiasm.

"Callion avoids the energy blast with absolute grace! But she needs to do more than just dodge! Tove has her on the run! What's this? Uh oh! This looks bad for the young Saiyan!"

Callion tripped on a rock, as she avoided an attack, that sent her to the ground. Keeping in mind her lessons, she picked up a large rock in front of her, and although Tove was charging a bigger attack, she threw with all the might she could muster from her position, as the other girl chuckled for a second, only to get the stone crash right in her left kneecap. The sudden onslaught of pain from a shattered kneecap got the older girl letting out a howl of pain for a brief minute, as she worked to get herself in a solid kneeling position. Callion on the other hand took the opportunity to get up from the ground and charge at full speed, focusing her energy on her reliable energy knife that became her trademark in the ring.

"Wow! Howzat for a come back! It all comes down to this! Can Tove land the attack? Or will Callion obliterate the competition! The glorious pain forces the older Tove to dig in for a final painful attack? Or will we see that beautiful blood pouring all over from little Calli's knife, her energy fang? Don't blink or you'll miss the glorious ending!"

Tove focused her small energy blast, and wanted to launch a blast, but her opponent's speed was faster than she expected. The smaller, yet nimble girl was now but half a meter in front of the kneeling competitor, the moment's hesitation being a fatal mistake. Callion plunged the energy knife into her opponent's chest, releasing a fountain of blood from the older child, as she crashed to the ground.

In the gladiator area, Ban, heard the results on the radio wave, and was greeted by Ven in her armour. "Oh man! Look at that blood! Isn't that great! This is what this is all about! But enough with the junior matches! Now it's going to be time for the real blood to spill! Next match, we have the pirate king of Battle World! Now we have an hour intermission before the official tournament! Take this time to buy your souvenirs, put up some bets, and tackle the concession stands!"

"Oi Ban! The wee one came out on top! She got good wit'da knife o'hers!" Ven teased her friend, about the knife fighting skills.

All she received for her glowing praise, was a stoic almost indifferent glance. One that unnerved even her.

At five years old, Callion had proven herself once again, just as she had the year before, this time though, after a long and exhausting battle between herself and Ven, she had triumphed. Some had been bewildered to find a five-year-old, capable of beating an old gladiator, with Ven's amount of experience and skill, whilst others were unsurprised.

Ven herself, was stunned to find herself lying there, in the dirt barely conscious, after a blow to her forehead which had left her feeling concussed, with her own blade at her throat. It was the sort of loss that, she had dealt out to other countless times, in the past.

As a fighter, she had long since known that to suffer a second loss, would likely result in her death. Her first loss had been nineteen years prior, to Ban himself (who was considered the 'King of the Arena'), and that one had completely flabbergasted her. Almost as much as it had pushed her to train far more, than she had ever trained before, in the hopes of someday toppling the undefeatable Ban.

This loss, to a five-year-old could have destroyed any other gladiator's career, it could have and had resulted in the deaths of many others.

"Got you, Ven!" Callion cheered heartily, her bruised, bloodied face filled with eager joy as she almost leaped up and down, with Ven's own battle-axe mere inches from the older female's throat.

"Yeah," Ven whispered, still filled with pain and stunned by her own complete and utter loss, the sort that she had made a career over the course of forty-three years to studiously avoid.

"WOW! What a great victory on the part of Callion, the prodigy of the arena, has proven once again that she can dish it out as well as she could dish it in. The only trouble is if only she could have spilled a bit more blood in order, to-" The announcer went off, excitedly going over the key-points of the battle, as the two females stared each other down.

"Finish it, Cal. Ya know as well as I, that a loss like this is final," Ven murmured to the young girl she had always doted upon with almost the same sort of affection that, one might bear for a niece or daughter.

"Ahhh, don't be that way Ven, I beat you but the worst to be done, is to brag about this over supper to Ban… get it?" And Callion started to snort with laughter at her own pun, only for the older woman to almost beg for death in place, of these horrid puns.

Saying so, Callion raised the battle-axe and tossed it over her shoulder, as lightly as though it were a feather rather than a weapon that could have cleaved through solid stone or metal. Callion extended a tiny hand towards her opponent, in a chivalrous gesture that Ban had taught her and that startled the crowd.

There was silence amongst the crowd. Many would be stunned to find a young child beating a grown fan favourite veteran like this. After a long minute without a sound in the audience, there was a large cheer.

"Wow. Now that's not something you see every day! Our little genius has taken one of our champions! But here's the bigger question! When is the little knife fighter Callion going to draw some blood?" The announcer asked out loud.

Surprised by this, Ven stared for several seconds at her. Only to break out into an explosion of giggles and mirthful laughter that was soon shared by the victor of this month's competition. Theirs had been supposed to be an exhibition match, and yet it had turned more savage, more competitive and far more explosive a sight than any fan or fighter could have expected.

Ven took it, only to remark with a snicker and a smirk, "It may be yuir victory, but next time will be mine, lass."

"Yeah right, next time will be even more humiliating for you," Callion drawled cheerily, as confident now as she was of her future victory, a future victory that would never be, as the two would never face off against each other in a coliseum match such as this. Their next battle, would be of a more violent, desperate sort. The kind that would shake and break Battle-World, and that would in time break Callion and plunge her into an abyss of hatred and pain.

"Hah, lassie ye have no idea what I'll unveil next time we battle," was the older woman's retort wincing as she was helped to her feet, only to glance up towards the Lord of Battle-World, only to see him in a deep discussion with several other officials. Evidently, her survival was still up in the air, but as the crowd cheered at this gesture of chivalry and called Callion's name, the decision was soon taken out of [name]'s hands. "Ugh, I hope Ban didn't see this battle-"

"BAN! Wait until I tell him!" Callion gushed, as her eyes became wide as saucers right before she disappeared in a flurry of tiny legs and smoke that left even the bewildered and highly bemused Ven coughing, as much as the fans did. Her cries were soon heard throughout the cells and underground mini-city of gladiators and the great coliseum that dominated Battle-World. "BANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBAN!"

This great cry (or series of cries?) echoed as she charged through the home of the gladiators, and past guards and gladiators who spun about from the force of how fast she raced past them, or were tossed into the air as she failed to take notice of them, as she charged past them.

Ecstatic at this victory of hers, Callion would never have believed in a thousand years that she could have outfoxed and beaten down Ven, had anyone told her this a mere hour ago, she'd have disbelieved it. Yet as she raced along, in search of Ban's quarters, she felt her excitement, her pride well up from within her, as she needed to inform her father-figure else she would explode with excitement.

As to Ban, the great terror of a good chunk of the universe, he was in his quarters in the midst of Marcus Aurelius' words. It wasn't common for Earth books to make their way, out into space yet he had managed to steal this book, on his last raid, with this book being a real gem that had intrigued and fascinated him ever since he had first read it.

"'Be like a rocky promontory against which the restless surf continuously pounds; it stands fast while the churning sea is lulled to sleep at its feet.'" Murmured Ban pleased by these words, they were amongst his favourite, well he had many favourites from this little tome that had brought him more peace, more satisfaction than any other book ever could have.

Philosophy was a waste of time, to some such as mindless Saiyan princes or those as mad as say Frieza, but to those who could think, could cultivate more than simple muscles, it was a necessity. And for one who knew of the darkness that lay ahead, and would not shirk or hide from it, it was all that he had left to cherish, to truly cherish.

He was in the midst of meditating on those words, what they meant for the future and what they would signify for Callion. And for the man in orange, who had died amidst blood, smoke and rain, all for hope and with far more courage than any other man had ever held in his heart.

'Much like his father, that one,' Ban mused as he pondered what this courage, this inherent goodness could mean for the future, and the role Callion had to play in all this. She would have an important role, but the central stage was set for the Namekian and the boys in orange, not for her. She was but a companion, an ally while the central position was held by those around her.

Ban who was seated cross-legged in the middle of his room, nearly fell over as he jumped and narrowly evaded several heart-attacks, as a voice echoed loudly as Callion burst into his room.

"BANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBANBAN! DID YOU SEE?! DIDYOUDIDYOUDIDYOUDIDYOUDIDYOU?! I BEAT VEN! ITWASGREAT, IWONBY-"

Listening to her was tortuous, and Ban was visibly annoyed with the veins in his forehead looking as though they may burst at any given moment, in turn though Callion was largely oblivious to this. It didn't matter over-much to her, as she had something so incredible to tell him that, she was sure it would secure her a pat on the head, a smile and praise that she so hungrily craved.

"Breathe!" He stated sternly to the hyperactive girl, that finally settled down, practically vibrating in place. For a full 20 seconds, she just stood there, as he sighed himself. "Yes, I saw. You are becoming a warrior in your own right." As he put his hand on her head, as she smiled like that head-pat was the greatest gift the universe was blessed with. For a child, such a blessing was worth more than all the wealth in the universe.

Looking around as the green monstrosity finally killed the boy of hope, destined to save time itself, there was nothing of the boy and his mother left, except their clothes. The monster of hatred was like nothing the gladiator has ever seen in his entire life. He made even the space tyrant Freeza, and his brother, the galactic emperor Cooler nothing more than lambs to the slaughter. The monster looked around, and the mighty Ban could have sworn, that this… being of personified hell looked straight at him.

This woke him from his meditation with a cold sweat, as he looked at the colourful orange sky in front of him. He knew there was something special about this sunset.

Long did he sit there, examining the sunset. His thoughts on a faraway day, a far darker day when hope would be extinguished and the future would be all but destroyed. This green creature, which had stepped out of a test-tube, would he then, plunge the universe into darkness. This was the farthest his visions had taken him, and he sincerely wished that they hadn't.

If only he hadn't seen so far, seen so much more than his own people ever could have, he'd have gone to his grave happy and relieved in the knowledge that the pink-haired boy, his teacher, the heroic half-Saiyan son of the third-class Saiyan, had guaranteed peace. This knowledge was enough, to make even Ban question the point of his entire life, or what awaited Callion.

While he could snip her tail, change the future by taking her away from Battle-World, and try to have her join with the heroes of that distant world, in the hopes of changing the future. He knew deep down, the truth of what such an action would be rooted in; cowardice. He was no coward, no Frieza or Saiyan Prince to flee from shadows or hide from the universe and all that it held in store for him. Death came to all. Death had no mercy, and Yama had no patience for cowards or louts.

Ban would face the future, the same way he had faced everything else, and he would have Callion face the darkness that lay in store for her, the same way; with honour. She would suffer far more, than anyone could imagine, yet such was the path that the universe had carved out for her. She would either have to shrink from it ('impossible', he thought), or face it with all the strength and vigour that, he had taught her to have.

His musings of the future, his reaffirmation of honour and of what it had to mean to Callion, widely considered the lowest-born Saiyan to have graced the universe for a thousand years, were interrupted by a familiar voice. One that he had awaited for sometime, but had temporarily forgotten about, due to being lost in his own dark thoughts.

"This is a good hidin' place Ban! Naht yuir usual place. Wat brings ya here to watch the sunset?"

Thinking for a moment, he took a deep breath. He knew this was the night. His race was accustomed to dealing with moments that defined time and space.

"You're a good friend, Ven." He spoke to his friend. She was startled by this openness.

"Wot's wit' the sentimentality? It's not yuir style!" She commented back.

"Because it's the last sunset of Battle-World." This startled the cat girl.

"Wot are you blathering about?" She remarked with a playful smirk on her lips, the doubt in her eyes plain for him to see, not that it bothered him in the slightest. "Uh-huh, right and pink elephants are gonna pop on by tomorrow, right?" She mocked at some length after a few moments, with a small smirk on her lips,

"I knew Battle-World was doomed shortly after arriving here myself. I only found out why about a few days short of seven years ago." This surprised the woman.

"Really? And why haven't ye prepared for it, hmm?" Ven asked him, still not believing him for a second, clearly she believed he had lost his mind.

"Because the person in question is going to have a major role in events to come, and this needs to happen." After a moment of silence, he asked her one last favour. "Can you go send for Callion, Please?"

"Umm, okay I guess, I'll tell her to use small words," This got her shocked, as she realised what was going to happen. "But why, send for her if it is the end of the world?" The mockery was back, with a hint of concern for his mental health.

"Because she is going to be a powerful warrior, and she will change the course of history. It won't be easy for her, but she's going to need to be strong." Ban looked intently at the sunset, focusing on all his sensations. "I've moved her space shuttle nearby. I won it in a tournament, and kept it in my large reward vault."

"So that's wot ye did with it, always wondered about that, either way if this planet is to end tonight, I'll fight it." She retorted with a hint of seriousness, but he only chortled joylessly in response.

"You won't be able to do it." He said that in a sullen way. This shocked her. He always did have a way to see right through people, despite his silent ways. "It's been an honour, Ven. I'm sorry about what will happen."

She nodded, not knowing what to think. It's one thing to occasionally hear about his visions, but one such as this one, was too unbelievable for her. He was always intrigued by this one fellow from earth. She was also curious about him, whatever little he spoke of his visions. Usually when he drank a few too many. (And good luck with that. He had one of the top 3 constitutions when drunk).

"Can you send for Callion, please?" The awkward silence took over them, as she left, only for fifteen minutes later, the little girl to hurry on out after being cautioned that he was in a delicate state of mind. Something which she instantly brushed off with her usual, rambunctious inattention.

"Ban! Ban! Ban! I finally found you! Why were you hiding here?" The energetic child clung to her role model, whom though she had succeeded in beating the year prior in an arena-match still retained a god-like position in her mind.

Her innocence was enough to make even the greatest of warriors gush, her savagery and passion for violence, enough to make other children quail. These were facts that Ban had witnessed with his own two eyes and heard with his own two ears, as surely as he had already foreseen the end, for himself and Battle-World. And her own distant end.

He studied her long and hard, before he answered, with his silent observation an old habit of his that Callion had once squirmed endlessly under and found disconcerting. Yet now, she was as at ease with it, as she was with Ven's loudness or drunken lechery when the mood over-took the female gladiator.

"Sit down by my side, Callion." Ban instructed as he signaled to the seat next to his own, with the girl rushing to obey. Excited by the prospect of being so close to him, where others would have quailed or feared to so much as touch him, she immediately pressed her head against his side. "Callion, the time has come."

"Huh? What do you mean, Ban?" She asked quirking her head to the side, as she stared up at him in confusion, not understanding his words or the finality in them. To her childish mind this was a day like any other, an evening that was hardly auspicious.

Soon that would change. Soon this would be marked in her memory, as the worst night of her life, when one life ended and a lifetime of slavery would begin. Ban didn't say a word though. Such talk was beneath them. Instead, it was important to inform her of what she needed to now.

"Callion, remember this; For a man can lose neither the past nor the future; for how can one take from him that which is not his? So, remember these two points: first, that each thing is of like form from everlasting and comes round again in its cycle, and that it signifies not whether a man shall look upon the same things for a hundred years or two hundred, or for an infinity of time; second, that the longest liver and he who will die soonest lose just the same. For the present is the only thing of which a man can be deprived, if it is true that this is the only thing which he has, and that a man cannot lose a thing if he has it not." Ban said at some length, speaking almost more in that moment than he had ever said to the child in all her life, his eyes on hers as she stared up at him in awe.

"That's beautiful, is it poetry Ban?"

"No, philosophy. You must bear it in mind, for the future. For the dark road that awaits you, because all things come around in a circle; and therefore, my dark deeds have come back unto me. You shall gather like gems your own, and thus in time you will have to pay for them. This is absolute, and truly the only great law of the universe. It is why honour is the single-most important virtue in the universe, and the one thing that must never be thrown away, else you will become as a beast. Mindless and living only for the slaughter." Ban instructed her carefully, the passion in his words such that Callion stared at him with as much adoration, as she did amazement, unable to figure out why he was telling her these things. "Do you understand Callion?"

"I think so, you're saying I have to be honourable and be smart else, I'll be little more than an animal, right?" She asked carefully, not fully comprehending all that he murmured to her, with Ban giving a solemn nod, one that she was familiar with and hungered after as another child might hunger after a parent's smile or candy. "But Ban? What do you mean, I'll do some horrid things? I'd never do something you don't want me to."

"It won't matter by then, what I want or think, Callion." Ban replied as he placed a heavy hand upon her dark-haired head, his gaze heavy with solemnness and consternation for the future.

"Why?" Callion asked feeling tears well-up in her eyes at the thought of a life without Ban, it was just too horrible to be true, especially since to live without him would mean living without his wisdom, his cautious yet undeniable intelligence, his careful ministrations and his pats on her head. All of which she lived for.

"Never you mind Callion, know only that when the dusk comes, when twilight reigns over your life and the years grow long. When you have but pain, but savagery and hatred in your heart, know that it wasn't by my own choosing, or yours that that life was thrust upon you. It was the choosing of a monster, and because of the circular nature of the universe. My sins have been grafted unto thy soul, unto the scales that govern your life. Thus, if you must blame someone, blame me for my greed, for my cowardice and for my people's accursed vision." Ban told her sternly, speaking with a plainness, a staunch courage that inspired and frightened her even as he spoke with a finality, she had never heard him or anyone else use before.

"But why would I be angry with you?" She asked unable to follow his logic, or his line of thoughts.

"Because, of what the circle means to people such as yourself and myself, it will come around back unto you Callion. Mark this into your soul, as much as you mark these next few hours into it." Ban told her, turning his gaze to the descending sun, as the moon began to rise for the first time in almost a decade on Battle-World.

It would be some time before another word would be uttered between them, with Callion eager to say more, yet reluctant to break the silence and even more reluctant to upset or annoy Ban. But the old pirate simply sat there, aware of what her thoughts were, and yet he paid them no mind.

He knew Yama awaited him, knew that he had always imagined he'd feel panicked or frightened of what was to come. And yet he simply felt calm. Hell may await him, but it was alright; he had done his part and now it was time for the universe to continue along without him. Honour had been his guide, and there was nothing more to be done.

"Callion remember this also; that at this moment, when fear should have overwhelmed me, calmness came and take comfort in it. You will feel this way too, and know that my end was at least swifter than yours, will be." Ban informed her calmly, as steadfast as ever, as the moon made its final rise and the sun its final descent upon this wretched world.

As Callion began her monstrous transformation. One that would result in the deaths of Ven, of all those who loved her and all those she loved on Battle-World, Ban did not move. He did not fight her, when she crushed him beneath her. Nor did he curse her, or try to save himself or regret. All was as it was meant to be.

His destiny had arrived, and his life-cord had been cut by fate. His last thoughts as he ignored the transformation into the Giant Ape, was to wonder about just how beautiful the orange of this last sunset had been. And how, he hoped there was such orangeness in the after-life that awaited him. His other thought, was that he was glad that that monkey-prince and Frieza would suffer slow and horrible deaths for all that they had taken from him, and from the universe.

The next day, when Callion awoke, her last memories being of her and Ban staring at the full-moon, she would awaken next to his broken, lifeless body surrounded by the torn remains of Ven, and all those who had just a few days before loved and cheered her on. As she stared incomprehensibly, a loud wail would burst from her chest and consume her.

It would break and shatter her into a thousand pieces, pieces that would never fully be reknitted back together. For hours, she wailed and wept, crying out her hero's name to the heavens all to no avail, until exhaustion overtook her tiny frame.

When her space-pod soon calling out to her, and lulling her towards it with its gentle voice, she would pass out inside of it.

That gentle voice, that soft call to her, would become the forerunner for all the misery that was to come, for this horrid, wretched day was but the dawn for the night that befell and would for a long time, taint her life.

As the pod took off, with its sleeping passenger, next to none would recall in time Battle-World, and those few who did, would be frightened and forever avoid the planet that was believed to be haunted. Ghosts and bogeyman stories would begin to surround the planet, with none able to figure out what exactly happened upon this planet. At least, not for another two decades, by which time it hardly mattered to many.

The only one who would carry full memories of Battle-World, would be the traumatized seven-years old Callion, who was soon carried off to a Chillian battleship where she would be received with unmitigated shock and alarm.

Zarbon dashed through the ship with the incredulous news. A matter that was forgotten in the files, came to light with the return of a pod. He was rather anxious about this matter, having triple and quadruple checked the files aboard the pod, and confirmed that which was a concern to his lord and master Frieza.

The green narcissist gulped, as he stepped towards the doors that slid open. Frieza was in his floating chair, looking at space. Approaching the powerful leader, the green administrator went to his knee, bowing to him.

"Lord Frieza, I have just finished looking over the pod's records, and confirmed that it was a Saiyan survivor aboard that ship. She came from Battle-World. It has been cleared."

Frieza froze for a second, staring at the endless void with a different face. That day was so good and relaxing. He cleared a planet and made a very good price on it. But this had him worried. He had a fearful prophecy over his head. After a moment of heavy silence, that felt like an eternity to the Frieza-force administrator, Frieza responded. "A Saiyan? How did such a monkey survive? And you better have a good excuse prepared, otherwise it'll cost you, your head Zarbon."

The lord looked like he was debating the entire issue. He had a pensive look in the reflection of the window. Zarbon took a deep breath, and decided the blunt response would be best. "The child was sent as an infant the same morning of the destruction of planet Vegeta. Hence why we didn't have the paperwork, for it."

Frieza's frown was quite off putting. There are times when Frieza is in such a mood that he'd kill an officer simply for bringing the wrong news and the incompetent way of wording things. Zarbon may have been a good fighter, but he was more of a bureaucrat and politician, than a fighter. Yes, he was vain, but he wasn't stupid.

"And why has she returned now, instead of all the way back when she was first sent?"

"According to the files aboard the vessel, it's because the full moon only shows up once every seven years. According to the record log, she landed on Battle-World three days after the previous full moon." Zarbon fidgeted with his fingers nervously, terrified of what his leader would do next.

Frieza was quiet for another minute, then spoke up. "That makes sense. There were bound to be a few stragglers. Bring her up. Let's meet with this monkey. I hope this breaks the monotony of the past couple months."

It would be twenty minutes, before the girl was brought in. Frieza looked her over with a scowl on his face, and the girl looked around. She looked at the beautiful green man, at the giant, ugly pink thing, and at the floating alien in between them. She lifted her hand, pointing at the creature in the floating chair.

"What's that?" She asked casually, which shocked many in the room. Frieza himself kept his cool demeanor, but he blinked a couple of times. Never has he been asked that by a weaker creature. Not one that lived anyways.

Zarbon responded incredulously. "That's Lord Frieza, and you will obey and treat him with all due respect!"

Dodoria gritted his teeth and turned to the child. "Sounds like someone needs to learn some respect!" the large pink alien clenched his fist to punch the child.

Not bothering to power up, thinking the child was a weakling, due to her low power level, he threw his fist forward, only for her to dodge and thrust a kick forward, only for the foot to be caught in his huge hand.

Dodoria rose with his hand raised to slam the child, to the ground. But what he didn't expect was a small blast that crashed into his inner elbow where he was unprotected, which caused his hand to release his would-be victim. She climbed upon his other arm, as he reached over with his right arm towards her, losing his cool and temper towards the child, he failed to take notice of what the girl was doing.

Seeing an opening, Callion summoned her energy knife, and had a clear window to her target. Jumping towards it, Dodoria, saw no need to bring up his energy at someone so weak. She barely measured a hundred. What could she possibly do to him? He went to go on the offensive, to strike at her, without regard for defense. Seeing her opening, she thrusted her small blade into the open target.

"DODORIA! POWER UP NOW!" The booming voice was heard, as Dodoria responded with his energy aura overwhelming the little girl, that threw her off of him, causing her to crash into a wall. Dodoria, Zarbon and the rest of the crew were scared stiff. Frieza looked angry at the giant pink goliath. "Dodoria. How many times do I say, not to underestimate a foe? Had you not put up your defenses, you would have been dead. And she hardly has a power level over two hundred."

"What? That's not…" Before Dodoria could go on, he was silenced with a look. Zarbon having rediscovered his voice, took the opportunity in hand to demean his rival by continuing the lecture.

"That energy blade was aimed for your eye. She would have pierced through your eye, and struck your brain! How stupid can you you be, Dodoria?" Zarbon followed suit with the glare from his leader.

Turning to the window, thinking deeply, Frieza then came to a realisation. "The monkeys were about to bore me. Now they've gotten interesting again. She may live. I need a new pet. It seems this one's more entertaining than the other four."

Callion grinded her teeth. she didn't like being talked down to, and this Frieza was doing just that, treating her like she's just a flea. Even the slave pens treated her with far more respect.

"What's her power level?" Frieza demanded, coldly looking at the window. One of the secretaries looked at his personal computer.

"According to the pod, her power level is close to 200."

The wicked tyrant grinned. "Good. send her to Romulus." This shocked everyone there. Zarbon spoke up.

"But that planet has an average power level of 500. Why?" The green skinned man wondered why he would send this new 'toy' of his, to her death like this. The reply was curt, cold, and threatening.

"Are you questioning my judgment Zarbon?" Put on the spot, the administrator of Frieza's organisation stammered.

"N...no sire. We w-w-will get on with it right away!"

The staff hurried as their master smiled about possibilities for his machinations. Machinations that served no other purpose than to entertain him, as well as control a certain number of people that could open up possibilities. The girl on the other hand was forced into a new suit, and put in a new pod, and fired off into the expanse of space regardless of her complaints.

Many imagine royalty in many different ways. Many tend to portray them as a very romantic figure of idealism, seeing themselves become a prince or princess in a storybook dream. Others see a romantic partner on a white steed coming to sweep down, to save them from a dragon. But there are some who think of royalty, in a darker manner. Cruel, calculating, downright abusive to the helpless peasants under their heel.

This one, may be closer to the last, with some differences. Vegeta was not a very tall man, even after he had long since left the later years of puberty behind him. But he had attitude to make up for his lack of height. A summon by Frieza was not something many would treat as a good thing. Expecting the worst was smart, and many would be muttering last prayers to walk out alive. Not everyone was as powerful and talented as Ginyu, as analytical and intelligent as Zarbon or loyal and brutal as Dodoria. And even they risked death when facing an angry Chillian.

Vegeta was short, and angry, enough so that the rest of his crew were all as anxious as those who encountered them in the halls. His three companions were not in possession of his self-assured anger. To his right, Nappa was deep in thought, thinking about possible emergency ways to escape if it came to it. He also pondered why the sudden call. They hadn't broken rules recently, at least to his knowledge.

Behind Vegeta was a tall young man about Vegeta's age, with the longest mane known to Saiyans, Raditz. He on the other hand, looked like he was going to die of fright. He was absolutely terrified of his own master, and even more so of his master's master. And to Vegeta's left was the crazed Turles, Vegeta's best friend. This man may have enjoyed his share of savagery, but confronting Frieza? he was busy cursing Frieza's name, and muttering about vengeance for what humiliation he was going to feel next. As he was by no means, Frieza's favourite Saiyan.

The guards in the hall were standing at attention, when the four Saiyans arrived in front of the doors. Vegeta for his part just stomped past them, as they slid open automatically as he barked out, this was a mistake by anyone's standards. As one was supposed to wait to be told that Frieza was ready, to see them. This generated an irritated sigh from the pirate-king, and a grumble from Zarbon.

"Well, Freiza. what did you call me for? I've got places I to be, and this is getting in my way. What gives?"

Some of the soldiers rolled their eyes. They were accustomed to the spoiled tantrums of this prince of a dead world. They had borne witness to more than one scolding, and hurried supplications for mercy on the part, of the foolish royal.

"Pay your respects to Lord Frieza, Vegeta! How dare you address him in such a way!" Dodoria responded, barking back with thrice as much fury, turning from pink to red in an instant.

"Dodoria, calm yourself. Don't let Prince Vegeta bother you." Frieza was in his usual seat, which was turned around, in order for him to face his 'pet'. "Vegeta, we can put aside the usual introductions and pleasantries this time, but in the future… Be mindful of who, you are speaking to!" The Chillian pirate commanded coldly.

The three serving Saiyans knelt even lower from their positions around and behind Vegeta, who followed suit, fearful of Frieza's power. "Apologies Frieza. It won't happen again." The prince didn't dare look his master in the eye. Although he growled silently through gritted teeth, part of him admired the villain. To be feared and admired by many… To control so much... The prince of the dead planet truthfully coveted everything Frieza had.

Frieza's grin was enough to send doubt and emotions of pure dread in the most stalwart of warriors. Observing the mighty Saiyans on their knees in front of the Pirate Lord of space. That's when he looked to the side and gave a look to whomever was there.

"Oh Vegeta… I have quite the treat for you today, one which you'll likely never cease to thank me for. Hehehehe, or to be more exact; someone I'd like you to meet. Callion, come over here." From the right, the twelve-year-old Callion approached Frieza's side, and did something the other Saiyans rarely did. Even Zarbon and Ginyu never truly looked their lord in the eye. She met his gaze, and turned to look at the other Saiyans, who suddenly responded to the young female Saiyan, in utter and open shock.

Nappa was unable to formulate a word with nary a thought coming to his normally competent mind, for several seconds. 'Another Saiyan? How could this be? Why didn't we hear of this sooner?' The large man looked at the little girl, and his eyes navigated their way to the space tyrant. The amusement in Frieza's eyes made a chill run up the Prince's tutor's back. 'This is not good.'

The weakest of the Saiyans, Radditz observed her with very different thoughts in mind; so young, and her eyes; so passionate. So young… his hand slipping to his visor, checking her power level. He sighed in relief. 'Finally, not the weakest one in this group anymore… But this has opportunities. If Frieza doesn't toy around.'

Next the sociopathic Turles was silenced by this news. 'Another one? But a girl? Frieza pulled an ace out of his ass.' Once he calmed his nerves after another moment, the prince's best friend looked at her in another light. 'At least when she grows a little older, she can be of some use.'

The prince of Saiyans tried to hide his surprise, but failed miserably. He was shocked at first at this news. 'A new Saiyan? A female at that… Frieza had this little girl all this time and didn't tell me?' Upset didn't do his feelings justice, as he was livid. But his gears were soon turning. 'This could have possibilities…' As he turned his cold fury upon the girl, and as his typically sadistic heart clenched with excitement.

"What are you smiling about, Vegeta?" The leader of the space army asked, knowing what the answer would be.

"I thank you for giving me this new underling, Frieza. Hopefully she won't bore me." The haughty prince uttered with all the smoothness of a snake-oil salesman.

"Oh?" Frieza smiled with his mouth, but his eyes weren't. They had a mixture of boredom and irritation. "She won't be in your unit just yet. Until she's ready, Callion will be in my sweet, tender care.

The girl wrinkled her nose at both royal princes. Crossing her arms, she was not impressed with this recent turn of events. 'That's my future unit commander? I'm not impressed. He doesn't measure up to others like Ban.' Callion thought to herself, rather annoyed. Catching her thoughts, she snorted at her clever wit, without laughing out loud.

Her snort was heard by Frieza, and he smiled, amused at the turn of events. The Chillian prince expected her to look down upon Vegeta, and this made things more interesting for the third most powerful being in the universe.

---

Growing up under the thumb of Frieza was a harsh world. Even the luxuries of Battle-World, despite being a slave, was full of rising opportunity, for the strong and talented. But here… Honour was no longer a virtue. The days Callion had trailed after Ban, seemed like a distant past. But to survive, one must forego honour. Thus, in order to survive, she had to become a beast.

Callion learned to complete her missions, but the virtue instilled by her father, yet remained. Patience, and respect for her foes, stayed. She was sometimes slow in her missions, but she was known to be thorough. Her missions also involved learning about her victims, and if they had skills worth learning.

This was to some of Frieza's staff liking, and to others, it was irritating. Frieza himself was sometimes pleased and amused at the competent thinking, and a little irritated at the detail that she would sometimes deliver, at an overdue date. But she was noted to be thorough, and some quirks could be forgiven. Zarbon was not pleased by the lack of punctuality, but he didn't mind her intelligent approach. If something was to be done, it does need to be done correctly. His perfectionism made him respect her, and he did like a well-oiled ship. Ginyu also appreciated the proper track record. He also wanted to insist she learn poses, which she shot him down to his great dismay over the years.

Dodoria on the other hand, was hardly pleased by her, and grew steadily less impressed as time passed. "Just go there and blast them!" Was his opinion on the matter, and Callion always did rub him the wrong way. He did like beating on some of the underlings, so there was that issue between them.

It was a year since her first meeting with the other Saiyans. Callion had grown in power, but subtlety kept her abilities in check, in order to hide her full potential. Training under the thumb of the space tyrant was harsh, if one could even call what he did to her training. With the slave-girl long since accustomed to ignoring the comments about monkeys, she was likewise accustomed to slavery in one shape or another. After-all she had had chains on her wrists since long before, she even knew what they signified.

It had been almost two years, with it being her fourteenth birthday something which meant that Frieza had 'big' plans for such an 'important' day. Calling her to his public chambers, the same one where she had met her Saiyan brothers two years prior. She soon found herself face to face with the four, as she knelt by Frieza's side.

"I want her returned alive, and unscathed." Was the initial order, Frieza then brought out his sarcasm. "I want you children to learn to play nice. Is that understood?"

"Of course, lord Frieza. I swear she'll be brought back alive." The Saiyan prince bowed, but was eager for this mission, he had waited two years for just such a moment. It had been a long two years, which had involved months of rage, of biding his time and of venting his fury upon Radditz who wasn't, anywhere near as much fun a toy as he once had been.

The five Saiyans, Vegeta, Nappa, Radditz, Turles and Callion soon left together on their first mission together. To recount all that took place between them would be impossible, especially in so short a time, yet much of what followed could be considered a good summary of what occurred on Mar Sara.

Arriving on the planet, and breathing the first breath of planet air in a while, Callion looked on, calculating the scenery. The young girl turned to look to the young adult leader, for her orders, Vegeta taking front and center.

"Time to wipe out these weaklings. I won't even have to try." He commented, raising his right hand to open fire, he was brought to a halt by a hand on his shoulder. It was Turles.
Such an offense would have likely cost, any other man his life or his limb, but this was the one man that the prince had always considered something almost approaching an equal.

"My Prince, this is the perfect opportunity to test our newcomer. Why dirty our hands, when she could do it for us." His smile and tone was that of a silver tongued serpent. A look soon passed between them like there was something else spoke between them, unheard by those around them, with the other three Saiyans exchanging their own look.

Nappa and Callion shared a confused glance, neither one entirely certain what this meant, while Radditz kept his silence. A little more experienced when it came to Vegeta and Turles's cruelties and passions, he soon bore a look of unfettered relief, mixed with nervousness. It seemed he was no longer, the principal 'chew-toy' of the two most evil Saiyans in the universe.

"Very well. Wench. You will wipe out the aliens on this dust ball. I want to see what you're capable of doing. And make sure we finish, by the end of today. I don't want to waste any more time than is absolutely necessary."

"Go ahead and take all the fun out of it." Callion muttered, irritated already at the prospect of having the dubious honour of serving under Vegeta. Already she had a sense, of what the real power-structure of the unit was like, and where her position in the unspoken pecking order was to be.

Cities would be ravaged that day, as Callion blasted and blasted, irritated at the males for just sitting back and viewing the infernal chaos occurring around them.

The young adolescent woman eyed them with a brow furrowed with frustration, as she sighed. She abhorred how she was getting comments from Vegeta, Turles and occasionally, Radditz on how to kill, but she would ignore them, which would irritate Vegeta, anger Radditz, and amuse Turles. The former two weren't used to be ignored, or treated as though they were fools. They were also ill-experienced with women, and had no means to properly gauge or understand the odd temperaments of one, even a still-growing one.

They were nonetheless content on some level. No different than lions who observe the females on the hunt, knowing that the choicest meat and luxuries are theirs for the picking. All this though, would change shortly after they had been there, for three hours.

She was in the midst of levelling a city, when it soon became clear to those around her, what it was she was doing. She was slaughtering the people of this world quickly, and painlessly, not liking to extend the torture. Observing one young man, who was on the ground and alive, he would get up to his feet, defiant, with her response being rather un-Saiyan-like, with this being the incident that gave away her true character.

"Get up, and fight." She ordered him. He got to his feet, but he froze. She sighed irritably only to pick up a nearby sword with her tail, only to press it into her hand and, then it towards him. Before he could pick it up, a blast, came from behind the honour bound warrior, shooting through the man's left side, piercing his intestines and causing them to flop out of the hole, in what soon proved to be a slow and painful death.

"Woops. My finger slipped." Vegeta snorted out, almost laughing.

"Vegeta! I was going to finish him!" Callion roared at the self indulgent royal, as he sneered at her.

"You were going too slow." He sneered back, from the large remain of one building, where he had seated himself with his knee propped up near his face and with his arm over it.

This angered her, and she responded by blasting the man who was in pain, to grant him a quicker death.

"If they are going to die, they deserve to die fighting, and with honour. And they need to be killed quickly, and painless. This is how I do things!" Callion lectured stubbornly, if foolishly, unaware of the line she had just crossed as such things were forbidden and considered an undesirable amongst the 'monkeys'.

Radditz chuckled, Turles sneered, and Nappa's eyes bulged, as he then had a worried look in his eyes. An honourable man by nature, Nappa had however resisted discussing such things since his earliest years, as he had rapidly learnt the folly of such talk. Especially, with his peers, and one in particular who had less than positive sentiments towards the concept of honour.

Vegeta lost his smile at the word he hated, for he had no use for it. He then shot a blast at her that hit the young woman square in the chest, sending her flying. "Honour? What a useless thing. Only weaklings believe in that pathetic concept. Why not enjoy yourself as you kill them? Like a true Saiyan!" This didn't impress her. She gritted her teeth, as he made one last comment. "But what can you expect from a woman? She should be on her knees, serving us, like the whore she is!"

This got her seeing black. "A world without honour, is a world not worth living!" The girl shouted, as she blasted another weaker warrior that blasted at her, using the argument as a distraction.

Turles decided to chime in, from where he was leaning against the wall of the building his leader was seated upon, his arms crossed across his broad muscled chest. Having been ruminating how best to turn the situation away from a dull one, involving a concept he could no more understand than he cared to speak of. "I've got another idea for what we can use her for. Frieza said not to have our way with her, in one particular way, but there are other ways to have fun."

Whispering his plan to the prince, it soon had the desired effect, as the sociopath waited until she had turned away from them, to resume her burdensome massacre.

This brought a smile to Vegeta's lips. They waited a beat, before they both launched small if less than fatal ki-attacks at the girl, weak enough that they wouldn't kill her, but strong enough to cause grievous injury. Before she could respond properly, she felt a series of blasts sear into the flesh of her back, dishonouring the warrior that she was, in a way she could never forgive. For to her mind, as it was to all true warriors' minds and hearts there was no greater insult than to have one's back marred, rather than the front.

---

Every single one of Frieza's crew was nervous and walking on eggshells. The medical staff was focusing all their efforts on the Rejuvenation tank. Within this particular tank lay the young female Saiyan, with the staff doing their utmost to heal her via their advanced technology. But the trouble was that, she hadn't been rushed in immediately after being injured, and that worried the staff. They knew all too well the price of failure, with more than one of them having been turned into cyborgs, or had lost a peer due to one of Frieza's fits.

This likely would have worried the other Saiyans, had they known yet they weren't present. They had all but rushed off from the landing-bay, where she had been taken from, to the medical-wing. With the four of them, having tucked tail for their shared quarters, in the hopes of finding some privacy from the rest of the crew aboard the ship.

The only one who looked at all worried was Nappa, as he knew they had disobeyed orders, and he was also more than a little familiar with the penalty for doing so. Vegeta and Turles were deep in conversation, with Radditz chiming in a couple times, wanting to agree with them. It was hours before the door opened, revealing a Dodoria, who wasn't as pleased as they were, with two of them tensing at the sight of him, whilst the others appeared vaguely startled.

"Lord Frieza is calling for you. Let's go." The large pink powerhouse commanded something that didn't sit well, with their unit-commander, as Vegeta had never taken well to being told what to do, not unlike a petulant child.

"What for? Does he have another mission for us?" The short prince taunted. This didn't please the third-in-command aboard the ship as he turned to lead them out.

"What for? Frieza wants to talk to you, you stupid monkey! Get your ass out there, and do as you're told!" Dodoria snapped as he all but blew his top, having learnt over the course of several decades of service; that when Frieza was angry, he was angry also.

There was a moment of silence, as the four were rounded up in the main hall where Frieza held all his vital meetings. He was not in his chair, but was standing, looking out into the great vacuum of space. The reflection in the glass showed a rather angry scowl. Zarbon stood there, sweating a little, not liking his master in this mood as he averted his gaze and kept his back to the door. Too intelligent to turn his back to his master, as that was not just against protocol but, would likely be tempting fate far, far too much.

Radditz was the first to his knees. Messing with Frieza was not his idea of fun. He was the most intelligent of the four, but the most cowardly of this posse. Turles soon got to his knees as well, fearing the worst also. An angry Frieza meant someone might get killed. Although what for, the crazed Saiyan didn't care. Turles was too self serving and selfish to truly think of himself as capable of screwing up.

Nappa meanwhile was a nervous wreck, and already on his knees, as he whispered to Vegeta a quiet warning. "On your knees. He might just kill you, my prince."

"I don't need to kneel like a-" Vegeta didn't see the reflection, and silenced himself when Frieza turned around to give him a horrifyingly murderous glare. Vegeta fell to his knees, not another word coming out of his lips, and unable to talk back, feeling the heavy pressure of the powerful Chillian's almost visibly glowing pink-coloured rage.

The self-proclaimed king of the universe soon spoke up, and when he did it was in a sharp voice that could have cut through adamantium itself. "Vegeta, do you know why I called you here?"

The Saiyan Prince was unable to utter a sound. He was sweating profusely, unable to even think out of mortal terror that Frieza, would overhear his thoughts. A superstitious notion, and one that was fairly reasonable in that moment, considering all that Frieza was capable of, when angered.

"Vegeta, Answer the question." The order froze the entire room. Everyone in the room was silent.

Dodoria meanwhile considered just running out of the room. Zarbon in turn gulped nervously, and avoided saying anything, even the messenger from the medical wing, who had just to say arrived, came to a sudden halt. Far wiser than almost anyone else in the room, the moment he stepped inside, he almost immediately stepped back out, having only needed a split-second to properly read the atmosphere, in the room. The guards maintained their professional position, but a closer inspection revealed that they were shaking like leaves in the wind. At the heart of the storm, the Saiyans remained where they were, frozen and on the verge of pissing themselves.

"Vegeta, I don't like it when people disobey me. That's twice you ignored an order just now. I WON'T TOLERATE ANOTHER FAILURE!" Frieza shouted. This was like a blast that disintegrates everyone around him behind him, his tail rose and fell as it slammed into the floor leaving a large crack in it behind him.

Vegeta who had just to say realized his error, started to stammer. "B-b-because w-we diso-o-obeyed an o-o-order…"

"And which order was that?" The icy question froze the mighty Prince of Saiyans' blood.

"T-t-to r-r-return C-c-callion alive…" Vegeta obeyed, his mouth and brain obeying the order automatically, as his brain short-circuited on him and refused to work properly for the rest of the meeting.

"And what else, you stupid monkey? Hurry and answer before I just kill you right here and now!"

"To return her… u-unsc-c-cathed…" Vegeta looked to the floor in terror. He just wanted to go curl up in a corner, and cry but that was not to be.

"And where is she right now?" Frieza spat out in a patronizing voice.

"I-in the recuperation t-t-tank…"

"And whose fault is that?" Frieza stated silently.

"T-turles…" This got a bit of a fearful look from the psychopathic Saiyan.

"And?" Vegeta's attempt to throw his best friend under the proverbial bus was not well received by his liege lord (not that it was well-received by the stronger Saiyan either).

"M-m-mine, lord Frieza…" With this admission, Frieza's tail slapped Vegeta's face into the wall.

"I gave one order, and the moment I turned around, you decide it's a good idea to disobey my orders!" Vegeta, stayed down on the floor where he landed, his brain unable to tell his body to get back to his knees. "Get up, you useless spoiled brat."

Trying to obey his angry lord, Vegeta struggled in getting to his knees. Only a few times had he in the past seen Frieza this angry. Angry wasn't even the word for it. He was murderous. Moving faster than the Saiyan could respond, Frieza, spoke with increased savagery.

"If you won't get up, then I'll make you get up." Going to pick him up by the throat, he noticed something. "If you're going to dirty my hall like that, then do that in your bedchambers, you useless monkey!"

Picking Vegeta up by the throat, he then launched him at the wall, breaking through the wall. That's when the three other Saiyans had noticed that Vegeta was unable to even control his own bladder when Frieza stood over him. Frieza finished with an ultimatum that would go down in Vegeta's memories, even long after the old tyrant was dead.

"If any of you decide to torture or attempt to murder her, I won't kill you immediately." This caused some confusion amongst the Saiyans. "I will make sure that you will be broken so utterly, that you will wish that I would let you die. Then when I refuse, I will break you completely, until you are crushed under my heel. Then, and only then will I kill you. AM I CLEAR!?" Frieza spoke to the three Saiyans.

"Yes, Lord Frieza!" The three kneeling men all responded in unison, not a single one of them rising to assist their lord though the largest of the trio would have liked to.

"Nappa. Radditz. The two of you are excused. Turles, I have words to share with you. Oh, and Dodoria?" The tyrant turned to his large, pink minion who immediately quailed at having his boss's attention turned upon him at such a time.

"Y-yes Lord Frieza?" Dodoria was nervous, dealing with this side of his lord was always a scary experience even for one such as he.

"Make sure to rub the monkey's nose in his mess, have him clean it up thoroughly afterwards. Then make sure he cleans the entire hall. I want these floors so spotless, I can see my own reflection in the floors." Dodoria moved to the slave prince. "One last thing Dodoria…" The tyrant floated up and into his until then ignored chair, which had sat uselessly in the left-hand corner of the small room. Dodoria turned and looked at Frieza, who didn't look back. "You may use any means to motivate him, as you see fit."

---

The young woman was in the midst of walking amongst the huge colosseum of Battle-World, wondering how she got there. Deciding to choose flight, she rose, and saw a man sitting over a hilltop. One she recognized from long ago, as it had been burnt into her memory long ago. Without a second thought, she approached it and landed. Laying her feet on the ground, she immediately recognized the back of the man who sat in a meditative pose, she would have remembered him anywhere. It was her mentor and the man who raised her. Ban.

"Ban? Is that you?" He kept to his meditative stance. Unmoving. "Ban?" Callion moved around him, keen to look into his eyes despite the frustration that rose in her.

He was still, for several long moments, that is until his eyes opened to regard her with a graveness, and severity that he had never looked upon her with, when he was amongst the living.

The female Saiyan then felt something tug her hard from behind. As she felt herself stumble back, she found that the ground had soon collapsed with flight quite beyond her. Leaving her to fall, he stared down upon her with that same damnable hardness in his eyes, as darkness moved to lay claim to her.

"Callion, remember this; For a man can lose neither the past nor the future; for how can one take from him that which is not his? So, remember these two points: first, that each thing is of like form from everlasting and comes round again in its cycle, and that it signifies not whether a man shall look upon the same things for a hundred years or two hundred, or for an infinity of time; second, that the longest liver and he who will die soonest lose just the same. For the present is the only thing of which a man can be deprived, if it is true that this is the only thing which he has, and that a man cannot lose a thing if he has it not."

The young woman then saw blue liquid fall from the sky and engulf the world, as she felt it envelop her, she closed her eyes and held her breath to instinctively protect herself. After a few minutes when she couldn't help herself, she let out an unwilling breath, only to feel air pump into her lungs. Opening her eyes slowly, to see a familiar liquid and an enclosed area, she almost felt disappointed to find herself back aboard Frieza's ship. The liquid then drained, as the door in front of her opened.

Observing her surroundings, she removed the breath mask, before stepping out of the rejuvenation tank, recollecting her thoughts. A short lizard-like doctor approached her, "Good day Callion, you came back quite injured. How are you doing?"

Running a hand through her short hair, she muttered to herself "What the hell happened?" It took her a few minutes to recall what had happened to her last she was conscious. The last thing she remembered was being blasted from behind by-"Oh yeah. His royal asshat shot me from behind. Ttch." She clicked her tongue, pissed at the situation, and having to be brought back on death's door.

"It's a good thing you Saiyans, have your healing factor. That part of your growth hormone is particularly fascinating if you ask me. Probably the main reason why you monkeys are so effective; Getting stronger with every fight, even should you lose against more powerful enemies." The doctor commented to her in a discrete voice, partially to her, and partially thinking out loud.

This came as a surprise to her. "Wait… Saiyans have a growth hormone that increases their power levels when they lose against someone stronger than them?" Callion replied with surprise, not having previously had access to this information. She gripped her doctor by the shirt, harshly and passionately, lifting him off the ground.

"Y-Yes! Of course! Didn't you know? It's the primary reason Saiyans were once considered so valuable to Lord Frieza. The more powerful the enemy, the more power they get. Why do you ask?" The doctor replied nervously, before he was dropped by the young woman.

'Why wasn't I told about this? Clearly someone didn't want me to know about this. I could name the person who ordered. In that case, that would explain why I keep getting the better of planets often stronger than me. Vegeta and Turles were probably stupid enough when they blasted me, to forget I'd get a boost. I probably got a huge power boost from them. So the closer I get to death by a stronger enemy, the more power I'll get. Now who can I… I won't bother with Vegeta and Turles. Ginyu? Tempting, but I don't want to lose to that buffoon. Zarbon's too smart, and we can forget about Frieza. That leaves…' The woman chuckled a chilling laugh, that ran a shiver up the doctor's spine. "I'm going to enjoy this."

She soon left in search of her prey, hunting him across the ship with all the eagerness of a wolf hunting down a lamb. Though, this particular lamb was far more of a wolf in some ways than she was.

It was three days after Callion came in with the other Saiyans. Since she was on the verge of death, and Dodoria enjoyed tormenting the Saiyan Prince. Putting him on a cleaning job was euphoric for the large pink officer. Walking through the halls, he was humming a tune, with such terrible melody, it would make any canine flee in terror. This relaxing, yet rare silence was interrupted by a loud obnoxious voice.

"Hey Dodoria! Get your useless pink ass over here!"

The large alien turned around to see the young female Saiyan standing right there, locking eyes with him, defiantly. Never a particularly patient or calm man by nature, the heavy-figured pink alien growled back. "Excuse me! How dare you speak to me like that!"

The response was a snort from the petite woman. "What's wrong, you fat tub of lard! Too much of a bitch?" Callion shouted, flipping the bird at him.

"That's it! You need a reminder of who's in charge!" Dodoria roared as he held up an open palm in her direction, while Callion charged the large, powerful superior officer, as he released the energy he had gathered inside of his fist sending her back into a near-death state from which, she had just to say recovered from.

---

Dodoria was sweating profusely. They were in another room, as the main hall was being cleaned, by none other than Vegeta, prince of Saiyans. he dared not raise his eyes, knowing he was in trouble. It had been a day since he had blasted a hole in the Saiyan female, with the exasperated Frieza having returned from a short visit with his father.

Frieza once more in his hoverchair, glared at the window. "Dodoria, what was the one thing I told Vegeta about Callion?"

"Not to beat her down…" The large pink alien replied only to mumble under his breath. "She has a habit of picking fights and insulting me-" Before the whimpering behemoth could finish his sentence, Zarbon finished it for him.

"Because of her defiant spirit, and therefore, she has a distaste for you. We know, you giant imbecile." Zarbon finished, keeping an eye on Frieza's actions, while scolding Dodoria. It was a way of gaining favour with Frieza. From behind the green skinned administrator, a guard came out, and whispered in his ear, as the truth was revealed to him, he all but shouted. "Get that incompetent doctor in here! Right this minute before I kill you!"

The guard scrambled, as his new had won him a prize, no one ever truly wanted; Frieza's attention. He was annoyed by Zarbon's outburst, and asked the important question. "Zarbon, I don't like being interrupted when a matter is at hand. What was so important that would test my patience with you?"

Zarbon gulped, and thought for a moment, that passed as an eternity. He stammered. "I-i-it appears th-th-that one of the doctors… slipped t-t-t-to C-C-C-Callion about…"

Before he could finish, Frieza's eyes shot open, with such fury, that everyone one the ship felt the shift of the mood. He ordered in a cold, low voice. "Finish the report, Zarbon. What did she find out?" The space pirate knew what the end of the report would be, and it would not be a favourable one.

"A-a-about, the growth h-h-hormone." Zarbon, finished, considering just running at the moment, but his feet couldn't move. He proceeded to fall to his knees, and pleading for mercy. "Please, lord Frieza, I don't mean any ill. Spare this lowly, loyal servant. A recording revealed the conversation."

"Stop your pathetic begging, Zarbon." The hateful reply sent a shiver up both Zarbon's and Dodoria's spines. The return of the guard was prompt, but he knew enough to sink to his own knees, sweating, nearly crying. "Is this the good doctor that took care of Callion when she woke up?"

The doctor that was behind the guard gulped, his legs frozen, as he couldn't get up from his knees. Unable to answer, this angered Frieza who was now shouting.

"Are you, or are you not?" The resounding yell left Dodoria sweating buckets, while Zarbon, turned around to face the doctor, trying to motion to him to advance, while the forgotten guard hugged the wall.

Silence took hold, and Zarbon moved over to stand near the medical staff member, only to grab him by the back of the neck, and toss him in front of the space pirate, next to Dodoria.

"Answer the damn question." The pink alien ordered.

"Y-yes I am." The doctor answered, only to get a blast engulfing him, with nothing left of the staff member. The rest of the staff present were terrified of being on the receiving end of yet more of the tyrant's fury.

Turning his hoverchair towards the window, he stated coldly. "Dodoria, I'll spare you this time, but if you mess up one more time, I won't just obliterate you… I'll use your skull as a dinner cup. And that's after I slowly torture you to death. Am I clear?"

"Yes, Lord Frieza. I will not interact with Callion at all from now on." Dodoria quickly replied, making a mental note to memorize Callion's jobs, and to avoid being on the same capital ship as her to avoid another event such as this one. After a silent moment, Frieza spoke up again. "Get out."

This was all Frieza said, and everyone scrambled to leave, including the head administrator of the organisation, Zarbon. They all knew if he was in such a mood, that it was time to make yourself scarce. Frieza looked out the window, pondering about what this meant. Of all the Saiyans, he didn't want her to know about the growth hormone. She may have been the weakest Saiyan as a baby, but that didn't mean that one cannot improve to be powerful.

But that wasn't all that was he was worried about. He knew it was a matter of time before she found out about her Saiyan growth hormone. What worried him, was that she was still young, and that meant she could still grow. And there was her intellect, cunning, and thoroughness. She was extremely competent at her job. Yes, she learned the species abilities when she wiped out a planet and that worried him most of all.

The prophecy loomed over him, and he was concerned over one primary thought: 'Will I meet my end, by an enemy that I helped to create and mould?'

---

A little bit over two year later, and the young 'lady' known as Callion had recently turned sixteen. She was now permitted to leave on more missions, and had soon learned to hide her abilities. Since the incident of her torture, after she had first caught sight of the scars on her back, she had started to push away everything she had learnt of honour as a child.

Ruthlessness was part of this collar. She may have worn a collar on Battle-World, but this slavery didn't have a physical collar. It was choking her sense of identity that she had, when she was first chosen by the space tyrant, Frieza. So tightly did it choke her that, she had within the past year begun to repress what she could. Honour was now a forgotten memory, and she learned to be savage, having learnt well to never turn her back to Vegeta and Turles again, or to give her victims a chance at surviving or fighting back.

Sending energy blasts at her victims who were in the midst of running away, where once she would have been willing to give her enemy the chance to die, with dignity and honour. With their heads held high. That woman-warrior was no more, she had learnt the lesson of brutality well, from the worst scum in the universe.

Now, Callion, the She-Wolf simply killed all those before her. Fast and efficient, as well as ruthless. In fact, she was coming to enjoy her missions. No longer hesitant, if she had something to say, she would say it, regardless of hurt feelings or wounded pride.

The young woman was walking down the hallways, entering the hangar, approaching her pod, and a mission organiser. He was panicking as he shouted at the female Saiyan.

"Is the pod ready? Forget it. I'm entering anyways." She bluntly stated. However, the officer panicked.

"But Callion, your power level barely registers at three thousand! The planet Athas has an average power level of five thousand! You'll be marching to your death!" He squawked at the warrior. "Please reconsider!"

"I'm well aware of the power difference. It's why I chose it. Just prepare some tea for my return." She mocked the officer, treating him as a servant. The space pod launched off in the direction of the planet.

"Oh, boy. Lord Frieza's not gonna like this!" the reptilian bird alien groaned.

---

Frieza didn't seem pleased. When Zarbon arrived in the room, as always when there was an air of fury in there, he found his knee. It wasn't always like this, yet it seemed to be growing more frequent with each passing year so that at times, he wondered if it was like this when serving Cooler as well. "Greetings lord Frieza. Why have you called for me?"

The only question that remained unasked was whether it was a mistake he had made, or one that someone else had. Having survived for well over a century in Frieza's service, he could count his own mistakes on almost one hand, and each time he had made a point to learn from it. He soon had his answer, and it was one that even he hadn't seen coming.

"Shut up Zarbon. If you know the answer, why ask it. Especially in my current mood. I'd like to know what happened." He ordered in a cold manner. "It had better be good, or I'll kill you on the spot!"

"Well, umm, Lord Frieza, it appears that Callion chose to go to a planet that was higher than her power level again, and came back battered and almost dead." Zarbon spoke in a clear voice, his uncertainty evident in his voice, as he still did not know if this was a mistake or not. Should the monkey die, all the better right? One would think this was the case, especially when one thought about how the female was more valuable, than the rest given the Saiyans' need for her, in order to repopulate.

"I already know that Zarbon. I read all the files, so how is it that my pet was allowed to choose such missions? And why didn't you notify the staff NOT to allow her to take such missions?" Frieza barked as he all but trembled with fury, and a tinge of fear something that alerted his subordinate to just how thin the proverbial ice beneath his feet was.

Zarbon bit his tongue. It was on the tip of it, to state that he had assumed Frieza had given his sign-off, or that he had been quite frankly indifferent. If Callion wished to kill herself, by running off on impossible to complete missions, it was her problem. So long as she didn't interact with the other Saiyans in private, all was well as far as he knew. Or as well, as anything involving the troublesome Saiyan female could ever be.

As far as he knew, the only one she had interacted with over the years, had been Nappa but there had been nothing sexual or romantic there. Rather, it seemed that the two had developed a convivial relationship, that was comradely in nature with Callion disinterested in even working with him, which was good enough for Zarbon.

"You failed to inform them, because you were stupid enough to let this slip by, Zarbon. Next time you make such a blunder, it will be your life on the line." The tyrant threatened in a sharp tone.

"Yes, Lord Frieza."

Frieza was silent for a moment, evidently pondering his options, of a far greater intellect and age than his silent flunky, he was clearly reanalyzing and redeciding what to do with her. If it was the green-haired administrator's choice she would already be dead. "Zarbon, call back the Saiyans. I've decided what to do with Callion."

"What's that, lord Frieza?" Zarbon asked, quizzically, wondering what the pirate ruler was thinking.

"I'll put her on the Saiyan team. That way, she won't be going on these missions that leave her half dead, and raising her power level exponentially. Understood? She is to be put on Vegeta's unit, from now on!"

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Blasting her foes in the ruins of what was once was a great city, the Saiyans had separated to eliminate the planet's different hemispheres. It was Nappa's idea to keep Vegeta and Callion from fighting each other. Destroying the last of the inhabitants, who dared to plead for their lives, she felt someone's eyes on her. She advanced further for another ten minutes, only to be brought to a halt by her Scouter.

From the shadows, a mysterious stranger had been caught up in observing her, for some time before he cackled. He was ready to pounce on his prey, had been ready for some time. It had simply taken years of waiting, of hiding and of slithering. Little did he realise she was ready for his attack. The man pounced out of the shadows, and as he flew towards her at full speed, he shouted in a loud voice. "I've got you, Callion! Time to show who's on top!"

Radditz was less than a meter away, yet he didn't see Callion turn around, in order to wrap her hand around his throat. He didn't realize what had happened, until it was too late, when he felt pressure on his neck. He looked down to see her, holding him up.

"What do you think you're doing, Radditz? Sneaking up and attacking a poor defenseless maiden… How strong and brave of you, dear warrior." The patronising mockery in her voice, at his his ambush left him shocked.

He managed to croak out one word. "How… Ack!" He felt her tighten her grip around his neck, causing him to choke on his spittle.

But she had miscalculated. Or so he thought, for he was aware that he was taller than her. His feet could still touch the ground, with this advantage in mind, he tried to forcefully step back, but the petite femme fatale saw what he was up to, and reacted accordingly before he could successfully get out of her grip.

Keeping her grip on his neck, she loosened for a second, only to punch him once in his stomach, which caused the air to leave his lungs. In the next second, she renewed the squeeze on his throat again, as soon as his lungs were empty. She finished this combo by floating a good meter off the ground, lifting him along with her.

His chest was flaming, and in agony. He couldn't breathe, was gasping for air. He tried to power up, his power didn't come to him again. But he would not let up, he would not give up here. He wouldn't let himself die like this, he was the son of Bardock. The greatest of all the third-class Saiyans, and while that wasn't much to brag about, as far as he knew, in comparison, to his compatriots, it was all he had.

In order to break her grip, he reached out with all that he had to the power he had gathered over the course of almost three decades of life. Powering up to his max, he extended his open palm towards her. Extending his open palm towards her stomach, he launched a Sunday blast, that would have left even a Saibaman, with few hopes of survival. At first it seemed as though, his blast had had the desired effect, with his hopes soon dashed when he felt her vice-like grip tighten around his throat.

Alas, such valiant efforts to overpower the even low-class wench was all in vain. She hadn't even powered up, in order to survive through his pathetic attack, when the smoke had cleared, it revealed to his utter horror, that the expression upon her face was one of utter mockery and scorn. Radditz was by now just about ready to resign himself to his death.

"I'm going to tell you something, Radditz. I knew what you were up to, since the beginning. You don't think I didn't notice your disgusting little glances, your sly side-long looks? You can't sneak up on me. You can't outsmart me, and you can't overpower me." She then threw him against a brick wall, cracking it through the middle and into two pieces.

As he gasped for the precious air, to return to his lungs. The man hacked and coughed, even vomiting on the ground, as his realization finally dawned on him.

She was more powerful than him. The weakest Saiyan in almost a thousand years had done the impossible. Had defied genetics, had defied the fate that all had resigned her to. She had done the unimaginable for a member of the Frieza-force; she had actively increased her power-level more than ten times it's original number.

"How…" Radditz stammered, his blood freezing beneath his veins.

"By drinking milk, dumbass." She retorted, in a cocky manner. "I have reached this level, not just with the growth hormone, but with hard work and dedication." She clenched her fist. "You may be smart, Radditz. You may be clever. But deep down, you're nothing more than a coward. You refuse to fight anyone stronger than you, so you stay weak." She walked over to him, and grabbed him by the hair on the top of his head. "I'm no longer the weakest Saiyan here. I'm at least five times stronger than you, and you won't tell a soul. Not Vegeta, not Nappa, and most of all not Frieza. Is that understood?"

She shot him a look that could have rivaled Frieza's. In that moment, he feared her more than the centuries old tyrant. All he could think to do was gasp and hack, before finally nodding.

"Good. Not that anyone would care about anything you'd say or do. Just a note: Blab, and I'll kill you. And don't even think for a second that it would be fast. I'll cut your fingers and toes to start. Then move onto your arms and legs. I'll continue from there to your precious hair. Once I'm done with that, I'll tear out your eye-balls with a rusty carving knife, pulling them out slowly. After that, I will cut off what makes you a man, one slice at a time, making sure to extend the pain as long and slow as possible, with said rusted knife. Then comes the disemboweling, and we could see how many organs we could find, until you die. Now that doesn't sound too bad, does it?"

She licked her lips once she was done explaining her threat, as if she was hoping he would blab, so she could perform such horrific sadism upon him. He was now in shock, terrified by what could happen, as his thoughts raced. Now that he was the weakest of the remaining Saiyans, he knew she could do it, and observing her on several missions… what restraint she had had in the first few missions with her was but a dream of a bygone age.

The reality was now something he never thought was possible. the only breeding possibility for him had slipped through his fingers. He dared not upset her, or face her in any way.

"Vegeta pisses me off. I need a favour of you. now that Turles isn't with us, he will want to get aggressive with me. He's too stupid to kill you. Me on the other hand…" She let out a sinister cackle. "I intend to enjoy your screams of agony."

"What do you want me to do?" The 'proud' son of Bardock cried out, almost weeping.

"I want you to keep the heat of our beloved Prince, off of me. You get all the beatings and punishment now. I don't want to be reduced to his chew toy. That's the role of the weakest in the group. Am I clear?"

"Let's go see Frieza. We have a meeting. We wouldn't want to upset, our dear lord and master, would we?" She snarked in a sarcastic tone, walking a few steps away from him while he nodded dumbly in response.

Her back was turned, which gave him an opportunity to sate his curiosity, faster than thought, he raised his hand to his scouter, in order to push the button. 'She shouldn't be stronger than Turles or Vegeta… Just how powerful is she?' The numbers scanned, and they finished with a familiar number which caused his jaw to drop. 'Impossible! She shouldn't have been able to overpower me with a power level of 400! How is she…?'

His train of thought stopped, the second she turned around to offer him a sadistic smirk over her shoulder. One that made his pulse quicken with mortal terror, 'She's stronger than that… She has to be… She's more powerful than I, that's for sure. But she can't be stronger than Nappa, that's for sure. She's the weakest Saiyan baby in a thousand years! A baby born with a power level of 3!'

Trying to figure out how the young teenage girl had gotten that powerful, he followed her to the space pods. Meeting with Vegeta and Nappa, they left the planet, with Radditz in a cold sweat.

As he attempted to make sense of what had just happened, Callion was currently pondering her chances and situation with all the carefulness of a seasoned military-veteran. That was one less Saiyan to harass her; with Turles gone AWOL, and now Radditz subdued. All that was left was to figure out a way to either subdue the Prince temporarily until, she could figure out what to do with him.

A couple of weeks later, the team of Saiyans gathered to meet their leader, in order to hear their newest assignment. Frieza was pleased with their report. Of course, said incident between Callion and Radditz was neglected from the report.

Seated in the middle of the hall, Frieza lounged comfortably in his chai, leaving the debriefing and the re-briefing to Zarbon, who had always been the more eloquent man after he cleared his throat, of course. Referring to the star-map that soon lit up, the whole of the screen that had lowered on one side of the room, using his hand to point out specific planets he soon made his point clear for the upcoming year's missions.

"Let's discuss the next set of planets open for clearing. We have Sufugnoff, which is a 2000 power level threat, there's Nar Shaddaa, that has an average of 1500, and that leaves Azeroth, which would be a low grade 500, if so, then please watch the landmasses… There are a lot of resources that can be…" Zarbon was cut off when an officer approached him and cut him off to his irritation. "Don't interrupt. It can wait."

"But Lord Zarbon… It can't wait. I just got the report myself sir," The officer was shaking like a leaf.

"Well, spit it out!" The administrator of the Frieza-force was rapidly losing the patience, he was so revered for throughout the organization.

"We received a communication from L-l-l-lord Cooler!" This report froze everyone in the room, even the self-styled emperor was frozen stiff for several moments.

Frieza was the first to speak up, addressing the officer, with open fear in his eyes. His reaction was one that was fairly understandable, given who it was that was on their way. Few had ever come near the greatest Chillian in history, defied him and lived to tell the tale if at all. And given how Frieza was as one of the Saiyans in comparison to his near god-like brother, it was fairly understandable why everyone else stiffened and began to sweat. Or in Radditz's case, tried to inch out of the room as best he could, without being noticed.

The only one who didn't stiffen with fear was Callion, which was more due to ignorance. Shooting Nappa a questioning look, from where she was kneeling a bit behind and to the left of Vegeta, with the larger Saiyan directly behind the prince. She was soon given a shake of her head, by way of answer from the terrified bald man, whom she had never seen react in such a manner before. Curious despite herself, she waited with bated breath as everyone present broke into open panic, or as open panic as they were capable of.

"What did the communication say?" Frieza asked, praying that he could run away from the situation, from his ship and maybe flee to his father's palace. The only place safe from Cooler in the universe, as all knew that he had no intention of ever returning to their father's palace. Not since he had dethroned him, that is.

"L-L-ord C-C-C-C-C-Cooler requests to b-b-b-board Lord Frieza. Y-y-y-your orders?"

Silence fell in the hall. Zarbon was stunned for several moment, and took five minutes to order preparations to greet the powerful emperor, being the first to recover emotionally, whilst his liege sank back into horrified silence. Dodoria got up from his quaking knees, as he had fallen to them, but a few minutes before, only to decide that being on, his knees was where he belonged. Vegeta, Radditz and Nappa were unable to move. Their legs wouldn't let them. Frieza had a look of absolute terror on his face. He always did fear and respect his brother. The former far, far more than the latter, and with good reason.

Since despite everything, Cooler had always looked on him with a semblance of favour. Or what passed for favour with him. Meanwhile Zarbon was still gathering his thoughts in order to bark out more orders, while the soldiers gathered near the landing-pad where the Emperor's space-pod was supposed to come in for a landing.

Zarbon didn't even make it there, when he noticed the soldiers already at attention. That's when he saw him. It had been almost twenty-four years since he had last seen, the ruler of Chill and time had had no visible effect upon him, just as it hadn't Frieza's top administrator.

Cooler was walking down the hallway already, with his loyal minions at his side. Zarbon was scared, and considered death more sympathetic than this monstrous ruler, who on his best days made Frieza look like a child. Surely death, and the gods who judged the dead couldn't be any crueller than the eldest son of King Cold.

"Greetings, Zarbon, bring me to my dear brother." Cooler spoke coldly and calmly in spite of his politeness, he had a sinister smile on his face, one which chilled the blood of any who laid eyes upon it. The march to the ship hall that Frieza usually preferred was uneventful.

Which wasn't to say this was a comfort, for Frieza's favourite as he was sweating buckets, his back to the emperor of all known space, normally something no one dared to do, and just the thought of doing so, had made him think instinctively that Cooler intended to kill him. The thing was though, the old tyrant was as practical as he was evil and therefore didn't care to maintain the same forms of etiquette as his younger sibling. So that, many a man had turned their backs to the Emperor even if they did so unwilling, and without any disrespect intended towards him.

Opening the door to the room where the vast majority were still on their knees. Dodoria was on the verge of tears of sheer terror, the soldiers were tempted to run, but they would be killed by Frieza if they did so. (Not that it would have mattered, if they were killed by Cooler first!) Vegeta, Nappa and Radditz were in a similar situation as Dodoria. Nappa pulled Callion down lower on her knees, whispering to her. "Get down! That's Lord Cooler!"

"Who the hell is that?" She spoke in a quiet tone to him, having at last lost patience with his reticent silence.

Nappa gulped, before he explained it to her seconds before the doors moved to open to let the aforementioned Emperor in. "He's the most powerful being in the universe, so far that is known. he makes Frieza look like a baby as weak as you were. No offence Cal."

"I see, so he's that powerful." She said, observing the being who entered the room with open curiosity, her head barely bowed as Nappa gave her a stricken look. One that told her to behave herself, else who knew what would happen.

Frieza was out of his chair and on his own knees in an unfamiliar pose, which none of the Saiyans had ever seen him assume before (save for Nappa and Vegeta once before), if he could he would have paled, had he not already been stark white, clearing his throat he stammered. "T-t-t-to what d-d-d-do I owe the hon-n-nour, b-b-brother?"

Callion was shocked. the cold and calculating Frieza was whimpering like an animal begging for mercy. The woman observed, with some perverse if cold amusement, piecing together in the next hear-beat the reason for Frieza's refusal to mention this Cooler. It wasn't just fear. It was absolute terror. She'd seen her fair share of people in fear, but it was nothing compared to this. This almost made her own blood freeze in their veins as she had begun to think that, nothing scared her slave-master, not even death.

Zarbon fell to his knees immediately, making sure to assume a position off to the side near the galaxy-map as he did so, only to speak up without meaning to, and in the next heart-beat he cursed himself for bringing even the remotest amount of attention to himself. "W-w-would you like s-s-s-some refreshments lord Cooler?"

"Save your pointless hospitalities, I'm only here for a short inspection. At least someone knows how to make me feel welcome." Cooler snapped, half sarcastic before he turned to face the shrinking Frieza. "Dear brother, I haven't received your bi-yearly report. Is there a reason for this? Other than the usual death-wish?"

"We were busy, Lord Cooler. We are going to rush the completion of the report, and send it today!" Frieza blurted out in a fast and anxious tone, looking as though he were about to break down weeping himself.

'He sounds like Vegeta when Frieza's punishing him, I'd have never guessed someone could put this kind of fear into Frieza.' Callion mused, fascinated despite herself as she observed them, and if anyone had taken the time to glance her way, they could not have avoided noticing some of the envy in her eyes. Envy for his ability to instill fear and respect in all around him, as was as a fair amount of respect for his power and apparent intellect on their own terms.

Cooler turned around as he was lecturing his younger, and much more spoiled brother. "Frieza. I don't like tardiness, a due date is there for a reason. You aren't being supervised by father anymore; therefore, you need a lot more discipline." Turning to Zarbon, the tyrant addressed him. "Zarbon, you're usually a lot more punctual, I'm disappointed in you. To think I considered employing you as part of my staff. Next time, don't neglect your duties, if you wish to live to see tomorrow!"

His tone was sharp enough, for it to have punched through the greatest of armour, but as he faced forward, towards the door once more, he soon noticed a pair of eyes that were soon locked with his own.

It was Callion who had dared to do so, and it was but the slightest of moments. Yet the female Saiyan felt a moment of unease, like he was observing deep within her soul. She didn't much like the feeling, as it reminded her of Ban. Except a much, much darker version if one was to ask her that is. There was a long, silence that soon followed, the sort that chills the blood of all, who lived to bear witness to it.

"Frieza, I would like to ask you a question." Cooler spoke up, at last, his voice so soft that Cold's favourite son could have been excused if he hadn't heard it.

"Y-y-yes brother, what is it?" Frieza replied, sounding as though he had a lump in his throat.

"Who is that woman? She wasn't with the Saiyan unit last time I was here."

"She's a recent add-d-dition to the team. After the l-l-loss of one Saiyan, I p-p-placed her on the t-t-team!" The cowed villain, Frieza stammered, his explanation not exactly accurate yet in his fear, he could hardly formulate enough of his thoughts together, in order to answer properly while his brother spent another minute in silence before he reacted.

"Is she your former pet?" He turned back at his little brother.

"Y-yes. She is." Frieza answered unsure of the significance of the she-Saiyan, even as he was mentally preparing his will and funeral.

"You should kill her. She's too intelligent, and she's a schemer." Cooler stated at once, which made some sweat start to run down Callion's head, where she was kneeling. "She's a lot more powerful than what she lets on, as well."

His observation froze all those present in the room more than before, he then spoke in a commanding tone, yet in what seemed to double over as a philosophical one. Yes, there was more to Cold's eldest than what most assumed. Though, all business, he was also capable of philosophy, of thinking back on previous experiences enough to admit his own flaws and mistakes enough, to learn from them. This innate quality of his, had allowed him to survive thousands of battles, some of which had shaken the very fabric of entire galaxies, and others which would have left Frieza and King Cold dead in their wake.

And though he was hard-pressed to care for anyone, as apathetic and evil as he was, some distant part, in some hidden corner inside of Cooler, lay a certain feeling. A feeling of fondness of a sort for his younger sibling. It was why he was still alive, still allowed to claim half the universe, as Cooler's subordinate and was why, he had even taught him several techniques, taught him to be so cruel. And so for this reason, he gave him a piece of frank advice that was borne from his own personal experience of six hundred years of life and violence. And rule.

"I have a policy; Do not employ someone too much like oneself else they will attempt to take all that you have. Hence, why I kill them." With a sigh that was filled with as much contempt as it was impatience, he added. "But it is time I take my leave. I will not control what happens on your pitiful ship, or in your territory. I simply demand one thing. Do not endanger the realm, or fail the family more than you already have."

The alien emperor Cooler went to leave the room, stopping for a moment to look at Callion, with visible contempt, before moving on from the ship. His obnoxious, cold and impatient presence a relief to be free of, notably for the Saiyan female who was frozen stiff where she was.

It took an hour after Cooler departed for his ship for Zarbon to regain his senses, and give the staff time to recuperate from the impromptu visit. Callion managed to get up and step out after almost another hour. She knew he was powerful, and she was as an ant in comparison to him. Just as it took her that much time to recover, it took similar amount of time for Dodoria, and the male Saiyans to be able to step out of the room, because of a lack of balance from their own anxiety. Frieza was incoherent and in shock for several more hours, with only Zarbon to assist with several duties, as the lord of the ship was unable to even respond to stimuli around him.

Callion went to the Saiyan squad chambers. As the door closed, she looked at her shaking hands, that were still trembling. Never before had she encountered, something so awe-inspiring, so terrible in it its cold, dark majesty. Never before had she flown so close to the sun so to speak, and lived to tell the tale.

'This Cooler, he's powerful and dangerous to say the least. I wouldn't want to meet him in a dark alley, or anywhere for that matter, maybe for a good twenty years. He's not going to be easy to defeat. But I'll find a way. Once I'm powerful enough, I will topple this emperor. Although, that is, if I don't freeze up at the key moment.' The woman thought still shaking, she then analysed her own emotional state, in a cold and calculating way that she had forced herself to develop over the years. It was something that she had observed in Zarbon, Ban and many of the other greatest of warriors she had met over the course of her life.

She wasn't accustomed to this feeling. Even with Vegeta and Frieza looming over her, they may have beaten her and tormented her, but they never scared her. Not to this degree, never to this degree actually, as she emptied the contents of her stomach down the toilet. Gritting her teeth, as she heard the rest of the Saiyans doing the same elsewhere, she forced herself to swallow her bile.

To give in, to fear now was to give in for the rest of one's life she told herself. How could, she possibly hope to ever rise, to triumph in life if she was still shaking and vomiting an hour later? She was a warrior, a space-pirate and she would not let fear control her, not while she still had breath in her body.

---

The "She-Wolf" known as Callion has braved many a countless trials and tribulations, necessary survival, punishment and one of the harshest and cruelest rulers of space. Her life on Battle-World was but a distant memory, but the last words Ban shared with her was burned into her memory; sometimes haunting her dreams.

In the time that had passed between Cooler's visit and then, she had done what she could to increase her power, to sharpen her mind and to fight on. Frieza had kept her alive, though he did so with a much closer eye on her progress than before. It was evident that his brother's words had had an effect upon him, just as they had had one upon her.

Pushing the memory of the Emperor's words from her mind, she focused on the business at hand. Or maybe it would be better to call it the pleasure at hand, as she was in the business of exterminating life in entire solar-systems and on entire worlds. She didn't like it at first, but she had acquired a taste for cruelty, herself. Not unlike that of her slave-masters It was natural to find a coping mechanism when you live under Frieza. Zarbon was more focused and comrades in the Saiyan unit.

Her transformation into a monster, was still different from that of those around her, as she was markedly her own beast, and not them. Dodoria was more of a bully, one who took pleasure in the torment of those weaker than him. Nappa for his part, was still little more than a nursemaid, or at least those who dared to face him, tended to mock him, since he still tended to fuss over Vegeta, just as much as when the prince was an infant. Radditz, on the other hand avoided conflict altogether. Vegeta was unlike all of them, as he had become just like his overlord. Sadism ran like wildfire in his veins, just as it had in his father and grandfather's veins.

Years had passed, and she was now twenty-one years old, in that time she had gotten used to the prince of Saiyans. She didn't care for him, but she had learnt to live with him even if she still didn't know how to properly tolerate him at the best of times. Manipulation worked most of the time.

With this contempt that was as thinly veiled as it was likely to flare into open hostility, extending even to Radditz who was to her mind, and in reality little more than a sniveling mouse with a silver tongue. As to Nappa Callion didn't mind, he had loyalty to the unit and what was more to her, which had earned her loyalty in turn. Since on some level, they were kindred spirits, or so she felt.

On this mission, she was alone with Vegeta and Nappa. Radditz had gone off to a distant planet to check on another planet that was to be cleared, but for some odd reason, it wasn't ready for selling on the market. He had left whilst, also promising to bring back some brother of his, a prospect that Callion wasn't all that thrilled about.

'Just what I need, a second rat to suck up to me, and to slap into place,' she had thought when he had told them his grand plan, which would leave him no longer the lowest amongst them. The plan had appealed to Vegeta, who was always on the look-out for another victim or play-thing, while Nappa was keen simply to please the prince.

The woman didn't much care for it. It wasn't her mission, so it wasn't important. If Radditz wanted to go alone, it wasn't her concern.

On this planet, Vegeta was in the midst of laughter as he obliterated aliens by the boatloads, his mad laughter, the last memory these people would have, in the living world.

Some distance away, Nappa was focused on grounding any possible air escapees, laughing and stretching as he went. He liked good exercise, between that and his distaste for swiftly finishing his foes before they had a chance to properly exhaust themselves due to his own sense of honour, he was taking the longest to finish off his corner.

Callion was taking her time with her portion of the planet. They weren't given a deadline, so she could kill at her leisure. She opted for finger blasts, as she had no patience for the flashy blasts that Vegeta enjoyed. As for Nappa's more physical combat style, it was too much work, the woman thought to herself. Men, women, young and elderly stood no chance against her.

Take for example one family of five; a husband, wife, two young children and a baby. The man spoke in his native tongue, her scouter soon translated his panicked voice.

"Leave! I will stall this demon!" He shouted as took a gardening tool to stall, only for Callion to dispassionately send a wave that engulfed him and his family, leaving nothing in its way.

Following this attack, she heard a scream. Another man, except this one had tears, in his eyes all the while, he was powering up, beyond what the other male had been capable of doing. Her scouter detected the man, as he powered up to a total of eight-hundred, right before he charged her.

The pirate smirked in satisfaction, at how swiftly she had found herself a new plaything. He tried to attack her, only for her to fly back a little, humouring him if for a brief moment, as he dove through the air after her, but to no avail. She was simply too fast for him.

"That was my brother, my nephews, and my brother's wife, you-" The last part of the sentence wasn't something that the Scouter was able to translate.

"Wow. that's rude. I'm just a harmless woman after all." Callion taunted, as he proceeded to throw another couple of punches, which she sidestepped. At this point, she dove in for the kill by moving behind him faster, than he could blink only to launch a finger blast at his back, without piercing him.

Realising his attacks did nothing, he then opted to charge everything into one final blast, hoping to evidently chance everything on one last attack. In the hopes that this would finish her as surely, as it might him.

"Oh, a ki blast. What will I ever do?" She commented in a deadpan voice, even as she cackled at his futile attempts.

The man launched a blast, only for Callion to grin, and backhand it into another part of the city, which was soon little more than dust and ashes. A sure-sign of just how powerful the alien truly was.

"Impossible!" The man cried out, horrified and frozen where he stood.

Her smile said everything. "That was quite an attack. Here. Let me return the favour!"

Laughing maniacally, she sent finger blasts at him, some piercing, some melting through his flesh in order to break his bones. Knowing how to control her blasts was key, with precision allowing for more playtime, than what flashy attacks could ever hope to allow her.

"I know you loved your family to bits, but it seems you're just broken up over them!" She stated, then she started snorting and laughing. "Wow! A twofer! To bits… hahaha… Broken up…"

This wasn't a maniacal laugh, but an obnoxious snort of one that made her sound rather more akin to a horse or a pig than a monkey. She had always had a taste for puns, with her sense of humour remaining little changed since she was a child. Callion soon proceeded to finish off the screaming man with one final blast.

"Nothing like destroying people in the morning. This job seems like a vacation. I hope the beaches don't get destroyed by that idiot Vegeta." She commented, proud of her work, the female took to admiring her handiwork.

Her grumbling was interrupted when she was hit in the back of the head, by a small rock. It didn't affect her too much, but she was depowered, so it stung for a moment. Cursing as she massaged the back of her skull, all the while growling as she turned around to face a child she had missed despite all the grand explosions, dismembering and murders. He had a stick in hand, and was crying, like a rabid animal, with nothing left to lose.

The first word he said could not be translated. Callion assumed it was something insulting and crude. This pleased her, as she always did like a little spit in her victims. "I'm going to kill you! Honourless coward!"

With a smirk Callion raised her hand in front of her ready to launch a one-handed Zodiac Wave, which was her trademark technique from Battle-World, only to look the infant in the eye. That kind of spirit seemed… familiar. Like a forgotten memory.

The youth ran towards her, jumped waving his stick overhead, ready to strike her. She didn't know what came over her, as she let him hit her in the shoulder, breaking the youngling's weapon. Clicking her tongue at her own incompetency and absent-mindedness, the energy gathered soon blew through the boy's chest killing him instantly.

"I'm getting soft. Maybe I'm letting my guard down before even being on vacation. Tch!" The evil woman grunted before she flew off, going to find the next area to rid of its inhabitants.

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Hours passed, soon the three Saiyans found themselves atop a litter of corpses. Callion was in a foul mood, and eating some protein bars, pulled from the rations that each member of the space-pirates carried in their pods with them. She was about thirty meters from the men. 'Stinking idiot. The planet's still intact, but he destroyed all the beaches!'

"Rggg" Nappa growled, after having bitten into one of the inhabitant's legs, his attention focused on his Scouter rather than the reddened surrounding area. "Radditz Stinks."

"Of course, he does." Callion commented. "Figures he'd go out like a worm."

"He's a complete disgrace. Tch." The prince agreed, though steadfastly ignoring her as he focused his attention upon the other male, while he took a bite out of the arm from one of the former citizens of the planet, something which made Callion wrinkle her nose at him.

"Animal." She muttered below her breath, incapable of understanding how he could eat a sentient being. An animal okay, she liked those, heck hunting was a passion of hers, yet to eat something capable of building a society disgusted her.

"How can he let himself, be beaten by men, with such low fighting power." Vegeta growled somehow packing more snobbism into one phrase, than anyone else even Frieza could over the course of a life-time, though in this case he was speaking more to himself, than to his aide.

"Because they used their heads, you pinhead." Callion grumbled in a low voice that Nappa overheard, all the while she took a large bite of her own food.

"Come on, Cal," Nappe whispered to her, hoping to get her to settle down before she would rile herself and likely the prince up, which would leave him with the unfortunate task of restoring peace to the unit. As always, any other man would have complained but not one as patient as he was, turning to Vegeta he recommended his opinion to him, as he was the only one upset at the loss of his comrade. "I don't know. Maybe we should go teach those earthlings a lesson."

Chewing on one last piece of meat, Vegeta replied. "A waste of time." The prince soon proceeded to spit out, a part of the arm onto the ground.

"Wow. I actually agree with him for once in his miserable life." The snide comments coming from the female Saiyan was, thankfully not heard by the prince of Saiyans.

Who then smirked to himself, as he chewed, "Then again, I am curious."

There was a moment of silence. "Ah. Are you thinking about what Radditz's killer said?"

"Does he ever think?" Callion's muttering comments was more about her stubborn need to have the last word than for any sane reason, or intelligent desire to interject a valid opinion.

Getting up and laughing in a sinister tone, Vegeta soon made his decision, "Exactly. Those Dragon Balls caught my interest. Just think of the possibilities, Nappa, if we can get our hands on those seven Dragonballs, then we can wish for anything we want. Anything at all…" He gave Nappa a meaningful if greedy look. "Wouldn't you say that's worth making a little trip?"

Nappa approached his lord. "You kidding?" After a moment of thinking. "Yeah! Let's go!" The large, bald man eagerly cheered himself up with a loud laugh that was as boisterous as it was dark. "Hahahaha!"

Callion on the other hand, got up, and was the voice of pessimism. "No way can something like that exists, without some sort of catch. Besides, it's probably a wish off a monkey's paw. In other words; a fairy tale."

"Let's go! We're leaving. It's an order." Vegeta commanded with Nappa following at once, while the female sighed in exasperation. From there they proceeded to an even more deeply forested area, the one where they had landed in, which wasn't too far away from the ruins of the capital city, which had been decimated by Nappa but a few hours earlier.

Vegeta was smirking all the way there, with Nappa exuding quiet confidence, in their newly acquired knowledge. Callion for her part wasn't too keen on this plan by reason of her atheistic disbelief and nihilistic doubt in all things magical or spiritual.

"Once we force Kakarot's friends to tell us how to find these Dragonballs, we'll eliminate them along with anyone else who tries to stand, in our way." Vegeta stated as he leaned on his pod.

"And then we can wish Radditz back to life?" Nappa wondered, unsure of his prince's plan for these seemingly miraculous balls.

Callion's opinion was not heard on this matter, as she for once had the forethought not to voice it. 'Radditz is a waste of time, like this trip.'

"No. That would be a wasted wish." Vegeta spat out, this surprised the other two Saiyans. Callion for her part couldn't shake off a certain shiver as she didn't like this reply, and the disloyal comment that soon followed. "Radditz was a weakling and a fool. Any Saiyan who could be beaten so easily, doesn't deserve to live."

"Harsh, but true." Callion ground out, reluctantly of the same opinion despite her dismay towards it, approaching her pod. There was something to this side of the prince that she didn't much like, one that had been growing for some time, and was unlikely to settle down as the larger man believed it would.

Nappa murmured thoughtfully, his own uneasy thoughts not far from their fallen comrade, while a scout and a weakling Radditz was nonetheless a teammate. A comrade, and therefore someone who wasn't to be left behind. He knew that the two with him, may not have liked him, but to leave him to die struck him as utterly cold. "Hrrrm."

"Actually, Nappa I have something far more grand, in mind. Now tell me, how does the idea of eternal life sound to you?" Vegeta asked sounding not unlike a serpent in one's ears as the wheels in his head were turning, and as he urged those in his aide's own head to do so as well.

"What? Living forever? That sounds great." The former admiral of the Saiyan navy gasped, already able to see it, speaking up even as he turned around, to slam one meaty fist lightly on his vehicle which caused the door to open "Yeah! If we can't die, it means no one will ever be able to defeat us!"

"Sounds like a stupid idea." Callion retorted. "You're planning for us to waste a year of our lives, for something that may not exist, nevermind that it may not work the way we think they do. And on top of all that, regardless of how immortal you are, it won't change the fact that you'll still be little more than an insect compared to Frieza and Cooler."

"Did I ask you for your opinion, woman?" Vegeta growled as he climbed into his pod.

Nappa spoke up slowly, finally coming around to their way of thinking if reluctantly so, as he climbed into his own vehicle. "Raah, so what the heck would we need Radditz for?"

"You've got to be kidding, Nappa." Callion replied in a disappointed tone, not because she cared for Radditz or wanted him back, but because she truthfully hoped he would talk Vegeta out of wasting their time on such a trip and wild-goose chase.

"Yes. what for indeed? We'll be the greatest fighters in the universe. And we will ascend to our rightful place among the Saiyan warriors of legend! "

"Do you mean-?" Nappa started, before the others interrupted before his question was finished.

"Ugh. That ridiculous old wives' tale." The woman snorted only for Vegeta to ignore her, as he was so fond of doing of late.

"That's right, Nappa, that's exactly what I mean. We will become the strongest Super Saiyans!"

"Now I definitely like the sound of that!" Nappa stated as the pods were closing, Callion had a more practical comment to make.

"So you plan on being Frieza's pet slave forever? Just because you get immortality, doesn't mean you get ultimate power, that idiot's leaps of logic is just painful. I've got more important things to do, than flattering the inbred hick's cosmic sized ego." She wasn't too pleased on this matter, yet didn't offer any physical resistance, or any for that matter, with her pod closing with as much certainty as theirs had.

The pods glowed as their thrusters started up, they floated about a meter off the ground, then rising through the atmosphere flying at high speed into space, their destination: Earth. With Vegeta gloating, Nappa sighing in relief at another battle avoided, while Callion was busy grumbling under her breath, thus had life been between the three of them, for half a decade, and thus was it likely to continue as far as they were concerned for another half a decade.

These were their last thoughts right before their individual pods' hibernation function put them all to sleep, for the next year until they made it to earth. Where their destinies awaited them, though they had no way to know it just yet.