"…regret to inform you of your husband's death, my Queen."

"His last voyage…the planet exploded…no survivors…"

"…Prince Vegeta…"

"…stolen escape pod…unrecognized male was on his ship…"

"…another Saiyan…fought with Frieza…no body was recovered…"

Kirsi slowly swirled the wine in her glass, watching the dark liquid slosh up the sides and dance within the confines of the glass. How she hated this day. She woke up in a sour mood every year on this day, alone, cold, and angry. The anniversary of today always made her angry. She was reminded of how she lost everything eleven years ago today.

Eleven years ago, Kirsi received the news that her husband had died, felled on a planet she neither remembered nor cared about. What should've been a simple retrieval mission ended in the death of Frieza and grief throughout the Planet Trade Organization. Eleven years went by with her in constant grief, getting hit with blow after blow of bad news. First her husband, then her son, and finally her grandfather. She had to deal with the death of nearly her entire family, coupled with trying to run a galactic empire, and trying to make up for a collapse that would've cost them everything for eleven years.

All because of a Saiyan.

She hated Saiyans from the very moment they appeared before Frieza. She had begged him to eliminate the race a long time ago, but he decided to keep them around for reasons he never once disclosed; he always told her that she wouldn't have understood anyways. What was the use of a filthy, barbaric race only good for grunt work? She told Frieza countless times to finally eradicate them like he had so many other races, but whatever it was that changed his mind and led him to destroy Planet Vegeta, she was glad they were gone.

And yet, they weren't. There were survivors. And instead of Frieza tracking them down and killing them, like he had the power to do so and as she suggested, he allowed them to live. When you eradicate a race, every single one of them had to die. Yet Frieza once again didn't disclose his reasons for allowing those stragglers to survive. She would've left him right then and there, but he assured her that everything would be okay. What a lie that had been.

That race had been nothing but trouble; she never trusted them, no matter what missions they did nor what planets they brought under his foot. A pit settled in her stomach whenever they were mentioned, and her skin crawled every time she was in their presence. She knew from their greedy eyes and those ugly smirks that they were plotting something. She hadn't thought they would actually manage to overthrow Frieza, but she knew they were plotting to try. Frieza hadn't believed her, and he paid for it with his life. Somehow, Saiyans managed to take him down.

Eleven years ago, a Saiyan of all creature murdered her husband, then went on to murder the rest of her family. Because of them, she was stripped of everything she held dear.

That's why today always made her angry. First, there was grief, cold gripping grief that made her want to curl into a ball and die. And then there was anger. She would never, ever forgive the Saiyans for taking everything from her. They had to pay for everything they did, and they would pay with their lives.

She hadn't realized she was clutching her wine glass so hard until it shattered between her fingers, sending wine dripping down her arm. Tiny shards of glass nicked her palm, the dark red liquid staining the fabric of her dress, but she hadn't noticed that either. Only when she heard a soft voice speaking to her did everything register to her.

"Mother!"

Kirsi turned to the one thing her Saiyans had yet to take from her and would not take from her: her and Frieza's only daughter.

"Mother, you're hurt." Gentle fingers grasped her palm and brushed away the tiny pieces of glass, taking care to pick the tinier pieces out from where they were embed in her palm. "What happened?"

She didn't know what she would do if she lost her daughter. She was the last remaining thread that helped her to hang on. The only thing that helped her through those painful eleven years. It brought a smile to her face whenever her daughter entered the room; if the Saiyans took her away, she'd absolutely lose it.

"The wound looks a lot worse than it really is," Ivory said softly. "I've picked out most of the glass, but I should still fetch a bandage."

"Wait." Kirsi took Ivory's hand before she could leave and kept her in place. "No need to leave my dear. It was only a scratch."

Ivory was a well-hidden secret among the PTO. Only the most elite members and higher ups even knew she existed. Those below that elite rank heard rumor that there might've been a child running around with Frieza, but they didn't know exactly who she was or where she came from. Frieza loved her, but he treated her as an object only those worthy enough could see. Maybe it was because of the pedestal he put her on that Ivory evaded being killed by those Saiyans as well; Frieza refused to let her go on that mission with him no matter how much she pleaded, and because of that decision Ivory survived. And Ivory's survival would play a key role in the revenge plan.

"But, you've been hurt."

"All wounds heal with time. Now, shouldn't you be resting?"

Ivory eyed the small cuts on her mother's palm, but stepped back and folded her arms. Her posture spoke of her unhappiness with Kirsi just leaving the wound as is but Ivory wasn't going to argue with her. "I was resting. But I can only rest for so long. I'm beginning to get anxious. Have our scouts reported back yet?"

Kirsi didn't answer. Instead, she cupped Ivory's cheeks and examined her in her fully glory. She was still in awe that she had such a beautiful daughter, and a strong one at that. If only Frieza could see what she matured into; she was everything he would've wanted her to be. Strong, deadly, cunning, a natural born leader, and the warrior he conditioned her to be. How Kirsi wished he was still alive to see her. He'd always been so proud his daughter, and he'd be prouder if he saw her now.

"Mother? Is there something on my face?"

Kirsi smiled. "No, nothing. I was just admiring you again. And you shouldn't worry about the scouts. You still need to rest."

"I don't think I can rest another moment. I have too much weighing on my mind."

"Oh? Like what?"

Ivory didn't answer, not at first. She was staring at something Kirsi couldn't see. But she knew what she was staring at: her viewing spot. The spot she always sat in to watch the stars and the planets go by with her father and listen to him describe the different systems and planets they were flying past. It was their favorite past time together; Frieza would always take time away from what he was doing to indulge his daughter in stories or to tell her about where they were and what the stars meant. It was something that Ivory looked forward to, more than anything else. She hadn't sat in her viewing spot for years after his death. No one dared go over there; last time someone did, Ivory killed them. Just because she wasn't sitting there didn't mean her spot had to be disrespected.

"Ivory?"

Ivory shook her head. She was getting lost in memories and there was no time for that. "Sorry. I was thinking about Father. I just want those Saiyans gone for what they did to Father. To our family."

Kirsi smirked. Ivory had disliked the Saiyans long before Frieza had been killed; his death had only been a catalyst for full-blown hatred. Frieza had constantly expressed his disdain for the Saiyans all the time when Ivory was a child, so it was only natural that she developed the same feelings towards them. But it was only when Frieza died that Ivory truly grew to hate them. See, Ivory was a child when Frieza died, and while she was incredibly intelligent, there were still concepts that she didn't understand. Death was one of them. Because while she saw it frequently and on a daily basis, with Frieza having a bad habit of killing his minions due to slight mistakes, the deaths were never close to home. She had never lost a family member until she heard of her father's death, and at a fragile young age where she was still learning, it broke her. Next came the death of her brother, her uncle, and her grandfather, and she just snapped; it happened in such quick succession she went from having a family one day to being alone the next. The worst part was that it was at the hands of a Saiyan. It was utter disrespect to her family name and she couldn't let that stand.

It was from that moment on that Ivory changed.

Gone was the spoiled princess who got anything she wanted just by pointing at it. What replaced her was the warrior that Frieza had always wanted her to be. It didn't take long for Ivory to realize that the Saiyans were hunting her family down, and if she wanted the slaughter to stop, she'd have to get rid of the people who had started it all. She knew why Frieza had exterminated that race beforehand and she was going to finish what he started. She had to kill the Saiyans before they tracked down the rest of her family and killed them as well. But, if they were strong enough to kill most of the men in her family, she'd have to be stronger. Much stronger.

How many time had she nearly killed herself getting stronger? How many planets had she traveled to in search of power? What kinds of atmospheres did she train in that would've killed anyone else? How long had she spent in rejuvenation chambers after collapsing? Ivory couldn't remember, but none of that mattered. She had to be at least a hundred times stronger than her father if she wanted to tackle the Saiyans that killed him. Maybe even more; all she knew was that she couldn't stop training, as long as those Saiyans were still out there.

"They will be Ivory. I'm sure you'll be able to get rid of the rest of those Saiyans without trouble." Kirsi brushed some of Ivory's hair out of her face and smiled, trying to get Ivory to smile back. "If your father could see you know, he'd be impressed." She knew how much Ivory wanted revenge. Probably even more so than Kirsi herself did. Maybe it was because Ivory had been pampered by Frieza, Cooler, and King Cold. From the moment she was born up until their deaths, Ivory got anything she wanted from the males in her family. Even if she didn't demand it, she had everyone wrapped around her finger, doing what she asked before she even said it. They rushed to make her happier faster than they rushed to do anything else. Ivory had anything she could ever imagine, always getting showered with gifts because she was the key to getting into the Cold Family's good graces. Each male of the Cold Family dropped everything in favor of caring for her, even the ever fearsome King Cold would have an honest smile on his face when it came to his granddaughter. But it wasn't just because they spoiled her, but because she was precious to them. And in turn, they were precious to her. Losing them was a devastating blow to her. "I know you'll do him proud."

Ivory sighed silently and turned, looking at the screen in front of her. The countdown to their arrival on Earth was slowly running down, getting them closer and closer to their destination. She wanted to get there as soon as possible, but she knew that she would have to be patient. Rushing into something always ended badly. "Mother, have our scouts reported back yet?" She wanted to know immediately what they had found. That would determine how they approached the planet.

"No Ivory. Not yet. But you shouldn't worry about them. Rest. You need your strength."

Ivory nodded. "Of course mother." She gave her mother a small smile before turning on her heel and heading to her room. Once she was out of her mother's field of vision, her smile morphed into a full-blown smirk. She knew the scouts hadn't reported in yet, but she liked to let her mother pretend that she was still in charge.


Once Ivory was in her room, she sighed and sat on her bed, mind wandering as it often did when she was alone. Eleven years and she still couldn't believe that her father had been killed. It seemed light a nightmare she could never wake up from. Sometimes, she hoped that her father would shake her awake and tell her that she was having a nightmare. That everything was okay and that it was all a dream and that if she wanted, he would tell her a story until she fell asleep again. But she had to face the facts: her father was really dead and he wasn't coming back.

She hadn't even found out that he died until days after the event occurred. She'd been blissfully unaware that something had happened to him, thinking that he was just delayed, like what happened with missions sometimes. She didn't know that he had actually been killed. When the last bits of data came from Planet Namek, it was easy to figure out that the planet had been destroyed. But since it was common for him to destroy planets, Ivory assumed her father had made it out of the wreckage because that was just what he did. She just assumed her father would make it back to her and tell her what he'd left to do.

She'd been sorely mistaken.

Her father hadn't made it out alive. He'd been killed on an exploding planet by a Saiyan, the very creatures her father had set out to destroy so long ago. All of the ships sent to Namek that day were programmed to transmit data back to their main base of operations, where Ivory had been waiting at the time. Most of the data that came back had been corrupted, too scrambled to make heads or tails of it. The audio files weren't any better, a bunch of garbled static that no one could decrypt. It took a squad of their best men to make any of the data into anything worth watching. The audio was choppy, but Ivory was able to hear the name 'Goku' and realized that the man was either a Namekian or some other species. When the name was referenced along with Prince Vegeta, Ivory was quick to put the pieces together: Goku had to be a Saiyan. Video data was useless at first, but surveillance feed came in that showed a very fuzzy video of a blonde haired man sprinting through the halls to find something. He made it into the main control room, where he mashed button after button until the screen faded to black.

A man with golden hair, unlike any alien species she'd ever encountered, had been on her father's ship. If that wasn't a Super Saiyan, like the stories her father had told her about, then Ivory didn't know who it could've been. What she did know was that this 'Goku' had been the one to kill her family, and the one that she was going to bring to his knees. But if he could take down her father, she had to be stronger than him. She didn't know how much stronger, but she guessed that only someone 100 times stronger than her father could beat him, so that's what she had to be: 100 times stronger than her father at his fullest.

She did everything in her power to attain that strength. Training was one thing, but she recalled old tales of where to find power and followed those leads. Some of her searches led nowhere, some led her to strange planets with very harsh atmospheres, to strange creatures with elixirs she took without hesitation, and some led her to odd rituals that may have had a chance to kill her. There were costs of course, costs that most people would've turned away from in fear of being overwhelmed, but none of that mattered when it came to avenging her father. Even if it meant she lost her sanity, she'd do anything to bring her father back. And she suffered the past eleven years, but it would all be worth it when Goku was dead.

"No one messes with the Cold Family," she said aloud. "Especially not filthy Saiyans."

A console began flashing from the far side of the room. That was either a distress call from their scouts, or a progress report from her agents. Hopefully they found something substantial this time; the last report yielded nothing of worth and if she didn't have the information they needed, she'd be highly upset.

A strange face greeted her when she answered the call. A small part of Ivory tensed with fear, scared that someone had somehow intercepted the call or killed her agent, and her fear was a bit warranted. His garments looked like they were made of cheap material, his hair styled in a swept fashion and strangely colored and…he just looked wrong. The only thing that assured her that this was one of her agents was the familiar salute. A salute all agents of the army gave to the royal family.

"Agent Biamuh reporting in."

Biamuh was part of a…secret faction of her father's army and had been her personal bodyguard ever since she was a child. His specialty wasn't on the battlefield, but rather behind the scenes. When Frieza was conducting trade and being a diplomat, there were certain assignments that…required some finesse. That's what kind of person Biamuh was and where he came in. Biamuh's ability involved assuming the shape/form of whatever species he made contact with, much like the late Captain Ginyu. However, Biamuh was special in the fact that he only needed to assume an identity once before he could call on it as many times as he deemed necessary. He had hundreds of identities to pick from (at least, Ivory had only seen about a hundred) and taught himself to imitate voices. It was because of this ability that made him a valuable asset to her father and the fact that Biamuh didn't show off his ability or brag about it; he only used it when absolutely necessary. There were times when brute force wasn't necessary and strings needed to be pulled that Frieza couldn't pull at the moment, and Biamuh was the person to do it. Biamuh was extremely intelligent, loyal, and had been taking care of Ivory since she was a child. He was the only one who she could trust with this sort of mission.

"Biamuh. I've been waiting for your report. Have you discovered anything new about the planet?"

"It's very…for the lack of a better word Princess, it's primitive. Lack of resources that make the planet worth very little if you were to sell it, the technology is interesting but unlike anything you've been exposed to, the gravity is almost nonexistent, and the planet is mostly composed of water."

"So, it's a useless mudball?" No wonder she had never heard of the planet until her grandfather died. Who would put that on a radar if there's nothing of value there? "What makes it so special then? Is it the species?"

"They're mammalian creatures Princess. You could easily pass as one of them, with how little you look like your late father."

Ivory clenched her fist. That was one of the things she hated. She looked nothing like her father, in any regard. She lacked gems, a tail, her skin was too soft, her eyes were too wide…she got of her genes from her mother and she hated when her looks were brought up. She knew she looked strange, like a mammal, and she cursed it every day. But, Biamuh meant well; she couldn't punish him for a mere observation.

"Power levels all remain in the single digits, with only a few hitting the doubles. There are beings scattered around who hit three-digit, but they shouldn't be a problem for you."

That meant that the Saiyans were either hiding their power, or they didn't reside on Earth. Considering her Grandfather traveled to the planet because there were rumors that the Saiyans were there, she was willing to be that they were suppressing their actual power in order to blend in better and avoid detection. They'd be harder to find because of it, especially since scouters were effectively useless. Ivory would have to comb through the entire planet to try and catch a glimpse of the Saiyan. Tracking them from there would take even more time.

"What of their language?"

"The written system is…strange and the combination of symbols doesn't make sense at times, but conversing is as easy as we're communicating now. The number system is fairly similar as well; as I said Princess, they are very primitive."

A trip to a mudball with primitive a technology and species. It sounded like a hassle, and the idea of simply destroying the planet from space sounded much more appealing now. Her father wasn't a man of much patience and he'd probably do the same in her situation. 'It's all for father,' Ivory reminded herself.

"Is there anything else substantial to report?"

"Yes Princess. During our combing of the planet, we managed to locate Prince Vegeta."

Ivory nearly choked. Prince Vegeta? They found him? She knew Biamuh was efficient, but having located Prince Vegeta already? There were so many questions she wanted to ask, but she didn't have all the information she needed at the moment and there was a lot more to discuss. "And the Goku person?"

"Unfortunately not Princess."

Well, that was a bit disappointing, but having Prince Vegeta's location was useful to her. She knew she could bring at least one of the Saiyans that hurt her father to their knees, but the other? What was she to do knowing that he remained hidden? The more information she got, the more situations came up and she had to find ways to resolve them.

…she had two options from here. They could continue with their original plan to find anything valuable on the planet, challenge Vegeta and kill him, then destroy the planet and hope Goku died along with it. Or, she could use the knowledge she gained to her advantage and make her revenge all the more sweeter. Option one was quick, but option two sounded like a lot more fun.

"Biamuh, have you checked in with my mother yet?"

"No ma'am. I contacted you first."

Good. "Leave out all of the information you just told me regarding Prince Vegeta and the species. Tell her about the planet itself, but nothing more. I have an idea, but to execute it, I need time to perfect it. I don't need to explain the consequences of what will happen if to you if you let anything slip to my mother."

"I wouldn't dream of it Princess. When will you touch down on the planet?"

"In a week's time. I expect you to gather more information in that time and meet us at the site of my grandfather's last coordinates. I also expect you and your team to meet with us on arrival."

"Of course Princess."

Ivory ended the call, trying to think of what she could do from this point. Their original plan would be much easier; she could kill everyone in the planet, including the people who wronged her, in one swoop and erase the planet from existence. She could be done with the rest of the Saiyans in a single move. But…

She wanted revenge for her father, a man who never just let wrongdoings against him resolve themselves. Nor was he a man to take the easy way out. He got his hands dirty when he needed to, and Ivory was going to do the same. Would their original plan be easier? Yes, it would. But it wouldn't get the revenge she wanted. What she had in mind would guarantee the type of revenge she wanted.


Ivory remained in her room for the last leg of their trip. The main reason was because she wanted to savor the little time she had left alone. Since her father's death, she'd been coddled and suffocated by her mother and minions alike, like they were trying to prevent her from doing something drastic (maybe she killed a minion or two out of anger, but it was justifiable). The only time she was alone was when she was training, and that was mostly because every time someone interrupted her, they'd become her newest partner and likely not survive the encounter with her. But she was never alone, with someone always checking on her for years. She didn't need anyone trying to keep her company; what she needed was time for grieve. But she was done grieving, and this time was used in a better way.

With all the information she gathered, she had to do something with it. She'd made frequent calls to Biamuh, where he discussed more of the information he found out about the planet. All of it pointed to the planet being habitable, thriving, and easy to conquer if she wanted to. The location of Prince Vegeta wasn't precise, but it was narrowed down to a general location, and it was likely he knew where the other Saiyans were since they his subordinates. Since she could blend in with the species, she could hide among them for a while until she could face Son Goku and Prince Vegeta and kill them once and for all. Time-consuming and drawn out as it made be, the plan she created would make her father proud.


'Goodness this planet is bland.' Maybe it was just the area they landed in, but Ivory had traveled to a myriad of more interesting planets in her time and Earth…was disappointing. Biamuh did say their technology was primitive, and now she realized that it might be due to their lack of resources. The only thing significant about the planet was the amount of water it had, but it made her wonder why they didn't use the water as an energy source. With the abundance of water, it'd be easy to make energy and advance their technology; it could likely power the entire planet with the mass of water.

Dwelling on the planet's water supply wasn't helping. She needed to focus on right now.

Ivory had to refrain from rolling her eyes when her a procession of soldiers exited the ship, her mother following in her full glory. She had explicitly told her mother to try and be subtle, and apparently ten soldiers was as subtle as she could get. Part of Ivory wanted to kill the soldiers since they'd only be a nuisance, but a bigger part of her wanted to let her mother enjoy the luxury while she could; her plan would require them to lay low and the soldiers weren't going to help them do that. Also, she did finalize the new plan two days ago and hadn't informed her mother of it yet. She definitely could've said something but what's done is done.

Waiting for them were two familiar faces and one she didn't recognize, meaning that Biamuh must've assumed a new identity since the last time they spoke. Heck, he probably had new ones that Ivory still hadn't seen yet. This one wasn't much of an improvement, but she would take what she could get.

"Princess." The trio dropped into a low bow in front of her and didn't rise until she told them to.

"Biamuh." Ivory nodded at him, then looked past to the other two agents that had been on his team. "Soya. Yihnans." Soya and Yihnans were part of Biamuh's squad, and while Ivory wasn't as acquainted with them as much as she was Biamuh, they were still a part of the highest order in her father's army and Biamuh trusted them with his life. She also didn't know much about how they worked, but she had to put her trust in him and his team. "Is there anything of value on the planet?"

"Unfortunately not Princess."

Nothing? Then the initial trip would've been a waste anyways. There was a part of her hoping there would be something that would make the planet the least bit interesting but now she knew there wasn't anything that made this planet stand out, meaning it was worth nothing in the Planet Trade. She would've liked to maybe sell it, but there was no reason to now.

Ivory felt her mother place her hands on her shoulders. "Well my dear, since the planet yields nothing, you can begin the carnage."

"Actually mother," Ivory stepped away from her and joined Biamuh and his team, trying to keep a smirk off her face. "There's been a slight change in plans."

"Oh?" Kirsi's beautiful features twisted into something of displeasure. "What kind of slight change?"

"I've decided that my revenge would be much sweeter if we didn't just destroy the planet. Yes, we'd take out the Saiyan along with the planet, but I'd rather find him on my own and slowly take away everything he loves. Because if father has taught me anything, it's exactly how to break someone. This is how we break Son Goku: take away the things he loves and then destroy him."

How Kirsi wanted to protest. There was nothing wrong with her plan. Earth was an unknown mudball that didn't deserve to exist! It would've been easier to just do away with the planet! But, there wasn't much she could say in protest. She may have been Ivory's mother, but the girl had the tendency to lash out and it didn't matter who it was. Kirsi had once been on the receiving end of Ivory's rage and nearly lost her life. While she wanted to say something and force Ivory to change her mind, she would rather live to see another day. "Fine Ivory. I hope you're ready to deal with the consequences of your decision."

"There won't be consequences Mother. This will work out for us in the end." With that, she turned back to Biamuh and his team, noting a large object behind them that looked like a small space pod. "What is this strange vehicle Biamuh?"

"This is a mode of transportation commonly used by the Earthlings. It functions very much like the ship, only it can't reach the same speeds. It will make travel much easier as Earthlings can only fly when assisted by a vehicle like this or one of a similar build." He opened one of the doors and gestured for Ivory to get in. "I will explain what I can on the way Princess. For now, we should make our way to the residence I've acquired for you. There's much to explain and you'll be more comfortable after the long trip here."

Ivory didn't hesitate as she climbed into the strange vehicle, surveying the interior and controls. It was vastly different from the ship, not just in terms of size. There weren't nearly as many control in this thing as the ship, and it was very simplistic in design. There was a mechanism that looked like it was to steer and a myriad of other buttons, but she would have to ask Biamuh what the other buttons did. The material she was sitting on was felt a bit firmer than what she was used to and it couldn't sit nearly as many people as the ship could. The vehicle, and many other things on Earth, would take a bit of time for Ivory to familiarize herself with, but she could stomach it if I meant getting closer to her goal.

She waited for her mother to climb into the vehicle and frowned when she made no move to do so. "Mother? Are you getting in?"

"I don't like this Ivory," Kirsi said, eyeing the vehicle with disdain. "This plan seems needlessly risky. What if you get caught?"

"Mother, don't think that all that time I spent alone was spent just solitude. I was thinking of a plan and I had Biamuh help me. There's no risk of being caught."

"But Ivory, do you really want to spend all this time on this mudball? What would your father think?"

Ivory clenched her fist tightly. Maybe when she was younger, that statement would've made her feel guilty and fooled her into complying with her mother's wishes. Now it only made her angry. She wasn't a fool; she was old enough to make her own decisions and knew better than anyone how her father thought. She once again understood that her father might've chosen the easy route, but he did things for himself sometimes as well. The one thing she didn't inherit from him was his tendency to just destroy and conquer without much thought; Ivory wanted revenge and she was going to get it her way.

Kirsi held her ground for only a moment or two more before relenting. "I still don't agree with this." With assistance, she climbed into the vehicle beside Ivory and looked around the interior as if it was going to start shrinking on her. Ivory couldn't hold back an eye roll, thinking of all the time they were wasting. "Maybe we should-"

"You could always leave mother. Nothing is stopping you from going home. If you don't agree, I'll be fine alone." If her mother was going to complain the whole time, Ivory would much rather be alone to do this rather than hear her mother's backseat talk.

Kirsi cut her eyes at her daughter, almost lashing out harshly, but calmed when she realized who she was about to speak to. Ivory had grown a bit rash and impulsive in the last few years, and like her father, often killed someone when they spoke out of line to her. Even if she was family, Ivory might strike out against her. "Fine. I'll remain here with you. But I'm only giving you four months. After that, we're leaving."

'More like you're leaving,' Ivory thought. Even if her mother tried to force her, she had no power over Ivory. Four months might've seemed like too little, but Ivory had as much time as she wanted here. Besides, her mother had no real power in the empire either. But if she wanted to find that out the hard way, Ivory wouldn't stop her.


The planet was…fascinating, to say the least. Ivory might've been wrong in her assumption that the planet would be boring. The people all wore fashion Ivory had never seen before, but it looked nicer than she realized. The architecture wasn't as impressive, but it's style was the most charming to her. Vehicles like the one she was in passed by every second, some filled to the brim with people while others contained only a single passenger. Ivory felt like a child again just watching the people go by.

"I've taken the liberty of acquiring a place almost as grand as the palace. Unfortunately, it isn't the best, but getting something fit for a princess would've caused an uproar. This was the better option."

"I trust that every decision that you've made is one for the best Biamuh," Ivory replied. "I assume the rest of your team is on guard?"

"Yes Princess. They're watching us from the sky, just as a precaution. We wouldn't want anything happening to your or the Queen."

Ivory nodded. She would always be impressed by how dedicated Biamuh was. Not many people would go as far as he had, nor get the same results. She would be sure to reward him, maybe even promote him, when she was finished here.

Biamuh soon pulled up to a place that wasn't quite a palace, but was much larger than the places they passed. It looked like it would hold a good portion of their army without much trouble. It was significantly larger than their ship, each floor lined with large arched windows. The outside was painted in a nice cream color with brown accents here and there. There was a pathway leading from where the car was parked to the front door, the sides lined with bright flowers. "This is where we'll be staying?"

"Yes Princess. It has been cleaned of all pests and stocked with the necessary provisions. You may choose to rest, or I can relay all the knowledge I have acquired. It is all up to you." He opened the door on her side and gestured for her to get out, letting Ivory get out and survey the area. The garden was spectacular for one; Ivory was often brought flowers from planets as gifts, but they always withered and die because she couldn't properly care for them. She never had a garden before, and she loved the one presented to her. She could spend hours out here if she wanted.

"This is where we'll be staying?" Kirsi narrowed her eyes in disgust. "It's…rather small."

"I like it. We'll fit in better." And considering the houses they passed on the way here, it was large enough for what they needed.

"We wouldn't have needed to "fit in" if we went with the original plan, but you had to go and change it."

"If this is going to be your attitude the entire time, then leave mother. Because if you continue this griping, I'll send you home myself or silence you forever." She wasn't going to tolerate being doubted the entire time.

Kirsi once again went silent. "Biamuh, show me to my quarters. I'd like to rest."

Biamuh glanced at Ivory to see if he was allowed, and when she gave a tiny nod, he began to lead her away. Ivory saw the tension in her mother's shoulders and she walked away but she was looking forward to stretching her legs and acquainting herself with her new home.


Ivory explored what she could while Biamuh was away, finding a large library with shelves so high she couldn't see the top of them; she could probably see them if she flew up to the top. She may end up spending time in here or out in the garden when she wasn't out exploring the earth. Biamuh said the place was large and probably filled with other rooms like this.

"I'm back Princess. Your mother is resting and the others are securing the perimeter. Would you like me to show you to your room or would you rather talk?"

"Let's talk." Ivory physically couldn't rest anymore; she'd go crazy. "I want to know all I can about this planet."

"Very well." He gestured to a table and comfy looking chairs around it. "Please, sit."

Ivory sat down in one of the chairs and couldn't help but open the heavy book that was sitting on the table. There was a black and white picture on the first page that depicted a man hanging off of some vines holding trying to hold onto a woman's hand. The next page had a bunch of symbols that made no sense to her, jumbled together in a paragraph that could've been about anything. She knew it had something to do with the man and woman but she didn't know what their story could possibly be.

"Biamuh, what is this book?"

"Ah." Biamuh pulled the book closer to himself. "It is a simple story about forbidden love. I haven't finished it myself, but people seem to enjoy it. I don't see the appeal, but you could see for yourself once I teach you the language. That is, if you'd like to." He placed in an empty space on the shelf beside him, straightening his back and folding his hands on the table. "For now, let me relay all the information I've learned."

Ivory sat back and listened intently. All the information was helpful, but she couldn't help her thoughts from wandering back to her father. She couldn't imagine how the Saiyans managed to kill her father, but she wasn't going to let them get away with it. Not for much longer. They were going to pay for what they've done.

'Don't worry father. I will avenge you.'

A/N: So as you can see, I changed a lot. I wanted to highlight the relationship between Ivory and her mother (whose name I changed because the last one annoyed me), took away a character, and added a couple of characters for later. I changed a bunch of names of characters and changed a lot of the plot. This entire thing is going to be a bit of a slow burn. I really hope you guys like this newer version as much as I do.