A/N HIYA GUYS I'M STARTING A NEW STORY SO ENJOY :)
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Prologue
Third person
"Please don't cry my children, mummy is here," whispered a young Saiyan mother in a desperate attempt to shush her two newborn twins. She cradled both of them in her arms in an attempt to shield them from the chaos around them.
Screaming and yelling could be heard in the background as Saiyans of different ages and genders tried to escape the massacre which was going on.
Frieza the one who had ordered the annihilation of the Saiyan race was nowhere to be seen, but his strongest fighters roamed the streets of planet Vegeta murdering all Saiyans they came across. Despite being a race of warriors they stood no chance against Frieza any resistance or retaliation would result in him blowing up the planet thus destroying any chance of escape... not like there was any. Before the massacre, all escape pods had conveniently been destroyed, all except one.
One which was owned by the daughter of a recently deceased Saiyan engineer, the new mother.
She rushed around her father's lab triple checking everything was ok whilst holding on tight to her daughters.
"Just a few more minutes until we're safe" whispered the Saiyan mother to her two baby girls, a red-haired girl and a black haired girl.
The sound of a high pitch beep suddenly echoed around the lap causing the new mother to rush to the escape pod her father had created. It was finally ready, their escape route to survival. The Saiyan mothers gently placed each Saiyan baby in the pod then proceeded to enter with them but before she could place even her foot inside the door to the lab suddenly burst open.
Thinking fast the young mother typed in a set of coordinates on the screen of the pod before smiling gently.
"Seems like mummy won't be joining you. I know our time together was short but I want you both to know that mum loves you and always will," whispered the young mother gently kissing each child on the forehead. The pod door then snapped shut before beginning a 5-second countdown.
The sound of footsteps alerted the mother to the unwanted warriors in her father's lap.
5...
She rushed at the warriors in an attempt to stall some time whilst the countdown was occurring but before she could evenly lay a finger on at least one of them she was shot down... dead
4...
Both Saiyan babies by now had stopped crying and were watching, watching everything that had occurred including the death of their mother.
3...
The sick grin of the warrior who had shot down their mother caused the red haired baby to start crying again.
2...
The black haired baby also began to sniffle as if understanding what was going on.
1...
The sound of Ki blast could be heard as Frieza's warriors shot Ki blast at the pod in an attempt to destroy it. The only thing that was destroyed was the control panel.
0...
The Pod blasted off into the night's sky leaving all but one of Frieza's men behind.
The warrior with the sick grin was nowhere to be seen.
. . .
6 months later
"Takeo what was that noise?" asked an elderly lady to her husband. Just a few seconds earlier a loud bang had been heard effectively gaining the attention of an elderly couple.
"I'll go and check," replied a low voice, a lot of shuffling and a gasp was heard a few minutes after he left
"Megumi you might want to come and see this," came the same voice. Crushing the recently planted daisy on the porch of the elderly couples small house was huge sphere shaped pod. The outside of the pod was scratched and dirty like it had been on countless amounts of journeys across space. What stood out to Takeo, the old man was two hands like dents on the pod.
Cautiously the old man approached the pod. If his prior experience of being a shinobi had taught him anything it was that you could never be too careful.
"What is it?" asked the voice of his wife as she approached the front door. The old man shrugged his shoulders.
"It seems like a container of some sort, I'm going to see what's inside".
Before he could take another step forward the lid of the pod flung open to reveal two babies. A baby with red hair who was peacefully sleeping and a baby with black hair who seemed to be in a huge amount of discomfort, on her stomach a black seal could be seen forming, it flashed and moved around until it eventually took the shape of a wolf.
"Babies" came the voice of Takeo
"Babies? Are you sure?"
"Yes I know what a baby looks like," said the old man. His wife Megumi made her way towards her husband to inspect the pod for herself
"You're right but why do they each have a tail," asked the woman. Her husband shrugged again.
"I have no idea and this one also has some type of marking on her"
"Come on let's bring them in"
. . .
3 and half years later
"Emi wait up" called a small voice as she desperately tried to catch up to a red-haired girl in front.
"Hurry up then Oni" replied the redhead. Both girls were on their way back to their small house in the forest after a day of exploring.
"Emi? Do you have the ink mark on your tummy too?" asked the younger twin with dark hair. The older red-haired twin sent her sister a funny look.
"Why do you always ask me that, I've already said no before," she said as she crossed her hands over her chest.
"I thought it would have grown by now," said the younger twin as tears began to form in the corner of her eyes.
This cause the older twin to sigh.
"Oni you're such a crybaby"
"N-no... No, I'm not" the crying girl said in between sniffles as she furiously rubbed at her eyes.
"See! I'm not crying!" she declared
"Yes, you was!"
"No, I wasn't"
Both Saiyans stubbornly stomped their foot on the ground trying to out do the other
"Fine, I'll race you back to the house, If I win I'm right, If I lose you're right" stated the Saiyan with red hair.
The other Saiyan nodded her head in agreement before rushing off ahead of her sister. Rushing towards the danger that awaited.
Both girls ran through the forest, trying to outrun the other. Their little legs moving as fast as they could and their long tails dancing behind them.
It was quiet when they both finally arrived at the cottage, too quiet, nevertheless, they both removed their shoes before stepping in, too young to notice that anything was wrong.
"I win Oni. You lose," yelled the oldest Saiyan in joy… No reply.
"Didn't you hear me I said I wi-" The little Saiyan stopped half way through her sentence, frozen in fear just like her sister. Before them lay the elderly couple that had taken them in a couple of years ago in a puddle of blood. Neither of them said a thing. Both paralysed.
"I found them," said a rough voice.
"Good, now let's get this over and done with," answered another voice.
"Let go of me," demanded the red hair Saiyan as she was suddenly grabbed by the arm by one of the intruders. She attempted to rip her arm out of his grip but that proved to be futile. "Please I'm begging you let go of me" she pleaded. Her pleas went ignored as her oversized top was lifted up above her stomach.
"She doesn't have the mark, what do we do?" asked the man who was holding her
"Kill her"
"No please no," yelled the dark haired Saiyan as she looked at the man who had given the order. He wore a sickening smirk on his face as he stared at the red-haired Saiyan. The sister of the said Saiyan desperately tried to move towards her sister but it was too late. She watched helplessly as her twin, her other half, fell to the ground with a kunai knife plunged into her chest. A pool of blood, the same colour of her red hair began to form around her as she lay still and lifeless.
"Emi... no," the whisper of a small Saiyan girl could be heard as she stared at her sister's lifeless body. Tears poured down her face as she silently wept.
"you're coming with us" was the last thing she heard before she was knocked out.
. . .
The dark haired Saiyan girl slowly opened her eyes as she tried to sit up.
"Good your awake" boomed a loud voice. Slowly the Saiyan titled her head up in the direction she had heard the voice. She didn't recognise it as the only male voice she knew was her granddads. She almost screamed as she came face to face with a colossal wolf with jet black skin, jet black fur, deadly red eyes and 12 massive tails.
"Who are you?" asked the young girl
"My name is Inugami or Ookami." stated the wolf. It's razor sharp teeth caught the Saiyans attention.
"Where are we?" She eventually asked.
"We're in your mind"
"My mind?" asked the little girl
"Yes, your mind. You are currently in Watashi no Sekai," said the wolf
"Watashi no Sekai? What's that?"
"My own world inside of you. You can come here whenever you want. I control everything here."
"That is really cool!" exclaimed the little girl as she quickly got up and looked around. Everything was grey, the trees, the grass and even the animals. The only thing that wasn't black was a red moon which shone brightly in the dark grey night sky.
"But what I'm I doing here, right now?" questioned the little girl as she cutely scratched her chin.
"To start your training" replied the wolf as it sat down in front of her.
"For what" questioned the Saiyan
"Have you forgotten about what happened not too long ago? You are going to train to become the finest shinobi ever"
The girl stared at the wolf, all cuteness and happiness suddenly were gone.
Her eyes suddenly became dark as all the nativity a girl her age should have disappeared
"When do I begin"
...
"Is she dead?" asked a male voice as he walked into a dark cell.
"That brat better not be" answered another
"hm seems like the pretty little girl is waking up," said a third voice
"Good, it's about time we begin" the other two men nodded in agreement.
Chained to the wall of a dark cell was a 4-year-old old Saiyan with dark hair and dark eyes. Both her hands and arms were bound to the wall with Chakra and Ki resistant chains making escape virtually impossible. The little girl stared up at the people who held her captive with the cold eyes.
"Who are you?" she questioned with as much confidence she could.
"Your worst nightmare" Was what they said before they got to work.
The blood curling screams of the small Saiyan girl with dark hair and dark eyes which held no naivety a child should have echoed throughout the dungeon she was held in.
That night the little girl made a vow.
