AN: This is what would have happened had Annya died when Frieza's men initially attacked Leta. The majority of this story will involve BLEACH, and is filled with headcanon's. You have been warned.
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Prologue
'Why…'
Her fingers clenched her hair tighter as she curled into a smaller ball. She buried her face deeper into her bent knees, tail wrapped tightly around her waist, as she tried to keep the tears at bay.
'Why?! What went wrong? I never meant for this to happen…'
She bit her tongue to stop the frightened whimpers from escaping, they'd give away her location.
'I just wanted some time to think, I was going to go back… I hadn't run away for good!'
She locked her muscles in place in hopes of stopping her shaking.
'I'm not a traitor! I didn't abandon my station! I just… Why did the king send her to get me? I've done nothing wrong!'
She chanced a glance at the still smoldering corpse just in her line of sight, the singed red hair and armor giving away the body's identity. The breeze changed, causing the scent of burned flesh to smack her in the face.
'Why did Lord Frieza send them?! Why did they kill Annya?!'
Out in the open, away from her line of sight were a troop of Frieza's elite soldiers. They'd come out of nowhere when Annya had tried to take her home. She hadn't had much time to think before Annya had shoved her into the crevice in the rock and ordered her to stay put. –Don't move until I come to retrieve you - she'd said. She'd thought to disobey at first, until the sounds of combat reached her ears and Annya's corpse crashed into the ground.
She sat in her hiding spot, the voices of the soldiers the only sign they were still there. Her eyes still locked on Annya. Whatever reason they were there, they were there to kill her, she just knew it in her gut. They'd dispatched Annya easily; there was no way she'd get out of that alive. But, she couldn't stay in her spot forever, what if they found her?
She took slow, deep breaths, eyes tightly shut in an attempt to calm herself down. The queen said –one must keep a clear head in the face of fear-, she couldn't think if she was scared. Her options were simple, leave her spot and die or stay and die. Either fight and die like a true Saiyan, or die like a coward…
She clenched her fists, eyes now clear of tears, as she unraveled herself from her ball. The outcome was clear; she was Leta, the chosen princess of Planet Vegeta. Chanting that like a mantra in her mind, she erupted from her hiding place and faced them head on.