A/N: Hey guys, I'm not dead (yet), haven't really been feeling like writing lately till today, so I that's why I haven't been posting recently. I got plans for what I want to do, I just can't find the motivation, you know? Anyways, this is The Warrior Who Never Gave Up, but it's better, lol. Thanks to Light in the Dark 2.0 for helping me with this version, she has some pretty good books. I plan on deleting the original book since it't not really relevant and not that good. I'm hoping I can redo the books with Kiela next, just don't have a lot of ideas for that one whereas I've put more thought and effort into this one. I don't really have a schedule for posting rn (sorry), but I don't wanna make more promises I can't keep, and I don't know when I'll be motivated to write, I do want to keep this one going, so I'll try my best to get chapters out to you guys, I think you'll like this one. Sorry again for keeping you all waiting for so long. Now here we go!

It was a regular day on Planet Vegeta, Saiyans were coming and going to and from missions, the Saiyans who couldn't fight were working at their jobs in the city, and a young Saiyan girl was sneaking through the alleyways. She wasn't homeless or anything, she just wasn't welcome in the city. She snuck around to one of her favorite places in the city, it was higher up, so it offered an incredible view of the city. She smiled widely and sat down in the shaded part of the alley, just enjoying the view and fantasizing about how it would be if she wasn't an outcast.

"I bet I'd be a first class! I wouldn't mind being a third class like Daddy, then we could go on missions together! But, first classes are treated better. I would be respected too!" The girl thought with a small giggle. "I wanna go on missions when I grow up too, then I can see a lot more things!"

As she was thinking, she spotted a Saiyan elite flying close to where she was flying, making her scramble behind a garbage bin to hide. Luckily, she did hide in time, but she also noticed he wasn't looking in her direction, or even down, he was looking towards the palace where he was flying. She watched him in almost awe, slowly creeping out of her hiding place to watch him better.

"Wow… I wish I could be an elite like him…" She though as he disappeared from her field of view.

The elite guards were, well, almost the best out there, they were right below royalty, served the royal family, and went on the most dangerous missions. Of course, the only way to become an elite was to either be born into an elite family or have an incredibly high power level at birth, not that either of those things happened to her. She was so jealous of them, they got pretty much anything they wanted, and they were so well respected too… She did have interactions with one of the royal family member, but not the way she would've liked.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" A familiar voice said behind her. Speak of the devil…

The girl froze and gulped in fear before slowly turning around to face the young prince. "H-hello, Prince Vegeta…" She said quietly.

His response was a hard uppercut to her stomach, making her double over in pain and cough up some spittle. "Don't talk back to me, reject. You must have a death wish for coming back here, huh? Miss your friends so badly you want to join them in the afterlife?" He growled hatefully.

That's right, she and a handful of other Saiyans were called rejects. Why? Their hair and eyes weren't black like other Saiyans'. No, their hair was metallic silver and their eyes were sapphire blue. No one know why or how this happens, since most doctors and scientists refused to study them. It wasn't really considered a subspecies either since, like her, some of them were born to Saiyans with black hair and eyes. The Saiyans hated them though, said they might as well be half-breeds since their hair and eyes weren't different, or "Saiyan enough," so, they were either shunned, or beaten almost to death every day. It wasn't uncommon for them to be killed by other Saiyans, most of the time, no one cared or noticed.

"M-my name isn't r-reject…I'm Q-Quorrin!" The girl managed to say, taking several steps back from the pain, and fear he'd attack her again.

Unfortunately, that's what he did. He scoffed in irritation and approached her again to throw a side kick to her stomach. She hit the wall behind her with a thud, crying out in pain, before sliding down to the ground. Vegeta walked up next to her again and stomped on her head, forcing her down on the ground. "Like I care. No one cares about a stupid, filthy reject like you." He hissed as he glared down at her. He hated her, she was so annoying, persistent, and she had that silver hair, he hated how they were the same race.

Quorrin whimpered in pain, unable to get up because of his foot. "T-that's not true… Mommy and Daddy c-care about me..."

"Ha! Don't make me laugh! Those third classes are just acting! How could they care about something like you?" He pushed on her head harder, making her shut her eyes and cry out in pain.

"S-stop it…!" She begged him. Wrong move.

Vegeta gritted his teeth in annoyance. "How dare you give me orders!" He took his foot off her head only to kick her in the face, following up with several more kicks and punches while she was still down.

She screamed in pain and curled up in a ball to try and protect her stomach and face better. Vegeta didn't care though, continuing to wail on her relentlessly, even hearing a few cracks occasionally when he hit her. He was also stronger than her, so she couldn't properly defend herself or block his attacks. After what felt like an eternity, he finally stopped attacking her, panting heavily as he looked down at her in disgust. His fists had some blood on them, some of it was his, and some was hers, but he didn't care.

"Now lie there and die, filthy reject." He spat before turning and taking off into the sky towards the palace.

Quorrin just laid there in a small puddle of her own blood, occasionally coughing weakly as blood dripped from her mouth, in too much pain to move. She started sniffling softly after a while as tears formed in her eyes, really thinking she was going to die right there. She didn't want to die yet, she didn't want to die like so many others who looked like her.

"Why does everyone hate me…? It's not my fault I look like this…"

She didn't know how long she laid there for, but she could feel her consciousness fade away, until she heard and saw someone land nearby. At first she got scared, thinking it was some other Saiyan who was going to kill her, but then she saw his boots and heard his voice, and she felt a wave of relief wash over her.

"Dammit… What happened to you, Quorrin?" A male asked as he knelt down next to her.

She glanced up at the Saiyan standing over her from the corner of her eye, it was her father, Bardock, and he looked worried sick about her. "Hi…Daddy… I'm…I'm sorry…"

He shook his head slowly and gently picked his daughter up, cradling the poor thing in his arms. "Don't talk, just rest. Your mother is worried sick."

He then took off into the sky, heading out of the city and to their home. Quorrin watched him for a moment before taking her father's advice, closing her eyes lightly and falling asleep in his arms. Since he found her, she knew she was going to be okay. Bardock let her sleep as he flew, he honestly hated how his daughter was beaten so much from Vegeta, he was surprised she was still alive since Vegeta was much stronger than his daughter. He knew she got stronger each time she healed, but still, he couldn't bare seeing her like this.

"Maybe Gine's right… It's too risky to keep her here, we should send her someplace safer."