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Scarlet and Hemoro!


Planet Yardrat. A peaceful planet inhabited by the Yardrat race, physically weak, but with an ability beyond useful.
Power to travel anywhere in an instant, and can be taught easily. Instant Transmission, they called it.

I had arrived on this planet, in Age 764, in search of Kakarot, son of Bardock.
I had hoped this would be the Planet Earth I'd been searching for, but I was unfortunately wrong. And though I've gotten no information of Earth itself...

The inhabitants informed me Kakarot had indeed been here.
From what they said, he showed up in a spaceship, beaten beyond belief and missing the entire upper portion of his clothes.
And from how they described the ship...it sounded exactly like the ones Mother told me to avoid if I ever saw one. Ones belonging to Frieza's army.
...I feared the possibilities of what it meant, him using one of those ships.

However, the scales tipped in the other direction as well.
Their description of him was uncanny. I asked for the SPECIFIC shape of his hair, and it matches. But...they also said he was going by the name...

Son Goku.
That could mean good things. He knew his name, he had to. Perhaps he has been under an alias, using a non-Saiyan name, to hide from Frieza.
Maybe Bardock, Gine, left him information to do so. Smart. And it helped ease my worries about the ship. Maybe he had stolen it. Saiyans can't survive in space, after all. And he no doubt would outgrow his pod by now. How he obtained it...THAT'S scary to think.

...Me and my partner arrived here a while ago. Conversed with the locals, found out this information...and they offered to teach us the Instant Transmission tecnique. For you see, humiliating as it is to say...my partner and I have also long outgrown our pod.

The average pod is built for one person and one person only, big enough for only one seat. So...trips were uncomfortable, say the least.
While the ability cannot be used to reach locations we don't know the...location, of, it would be immensely useful if we ever need to return somewhere previous. It was incredibly generous of them to offer, and so we accepted. Though my partner had yet to master, I knew enough to continue her training.
All in all, not a useless planet. Aliens helped us, gave us information, now we know to ask for a "Son Goku", and gave us a new ability.

And then I slaughtered the damn things like animals.

Every one of them, I killed. They put up hardly a fight, all of them, and all they could do was use Instant Transmission to get away. But seeing as they don't know anywhere outside the planet...heh. I would find them soon enough. Took a while, but there seemed to be nothing left.

Smoke. Fire. Destruction. Carnage, everywhere. The screams had ceased long ago.
There was no sound but the crackling of flames, the howling of the wind.

And the crunching of dirt as the one responsible walked calmly through. The person that had slain the disgusting aliens.
Spikey black hair fell pretty far down her back, but some of it spiked up atop her head. Tanned skin, seemingly natural rather than from an actual tan. They wore a black leotard, over which black and red armor, black everywhere but the chest and back area, and the sharp shoulder guards that stuck out to the sides, those being a vibrant red. Pure black gloves, standard. Black boots, the tips of which red, as well as a dark grey long stocking on one leg, with two knee-pads for protection, and extra damage output when she attacked. And of course, a brown tail wrapped around her waist like a belt.

She had the face of a warrior, no doubt. A scar on one cheek, etched into her forever. A blank, determined look in her flaring red eyes.
Yes...red. Not black, like other Saiyans. She knew not why, though her Mother shared him, as well as her Mother before that.

That Saiyan...is me. Scarlet. It's...an odd name for a Saiyan, I know. My Mother said she considered a Saiyan name, but...well, she found I had a large affinity for the color, scarlet. My eyes...and how as a baby, I clung to my Saiyan armor like my life depended on it. It was far too big back then, but...I enjoyed crawling into it like a shell. She even tested it. She offered an alternate set of armor, but I only wanted the red one. So...

Scarlet it is. I'd never question my Mother's judgement. Though I-

"Please..." A voice wheezed.

I stopped. My lips parted slightly, as I turned and looked down.
A Yardrat, beaten to near death, had clutched my ankle. One eye was shut, likely shot out, it's other arm straight missing.
It's chest was heaving, clearly struggling to breath.

"Wh...why...?" It asked hoarsely. "Why are you doing this...? Why...?" It repeated.
...Indeed, why.

I kneeled down before the creature, and slowly placed my gloved hand over it's face.
It gave muffled protests, trying to shake it off weakly as energy channeled into my palm...and I fired.

The blast broke the silence, and obliterated the creature's head as soon as it came into contact, splattering a strange liquid everywhere, likely blood.
I stood, my face remaining the same the whole time...stone cold. Safety.

That's why I did it.
They were physically weak, that much was obvious, ESPECIALLY compared to my power level. And by extension I knew what would happen should anyone from Frieza's army come here. They'd spill. They'd be tortured for information, and they'd tell them they saw us, and where to look.

The adults, the children, one would spill. They were noble, caring, but a whole species isn't perfect. Eventually, ONE would spill.
It was all a matter of no witnesses. I've done it many times, it was no moral issue. Really, an issue in general. They were kind, but also a threat.

And I'd be DAMNED if I was gonna risk my families' safety for a bunch of gross aliens. 'Sides...their meat would be good for supper.
I tasked my partner with doing so. She was uncomfortable with it, but I insisted. I had to clean up the survivors, after all.
Speaking of...here she comes.

I turned at the sound of the wind, wiping the blood from my armor. That would be a bitch to get out...
And there she was, flying towards me with a great big smile on her face, a large bag slung over her shoulder, the bottom soaking through with blood.
That was my partner.

She was a more...enthusiastic, Saiyan. Enough was obvious by just her looks.
Her black spikey hair was tied into two pigtails, though it still looked spikey enough. She wore a bodysuit/leotard like mine, only bright pink in color. Her armor was a dark blue, with yellow chest and back. She didn't have shoulders like mine, instead just yellow straps. She had one lock stocking like mine, in yellow, and her knee-pads white and dark blue. She also wore red leg warmers, paired with dark navy boots with green tips.
Along with that, dark red wrist warmers. They apparently were spares for Bardock. Makes sense, Mother got them from Gine...

She had a young face, bright and cheery. Bright eyes, similarly tanned skin to mine, and shared my face as a whole, really. Just a little more chubby.
All in all, a young face, bright and upbeat attitude, and a dependable partner and ally...

"Hey, Scarleeeeeeewuaaaaaaugh!" She called, losing her balance in the air as she waved her arm pretty hard, giving a yell as she fell, faceplanting on the ground with a grunt.

...She was also my little sister.

I sighed, walking over. "So? You get lotsa' meat?" I asked, folding my arms.

She pulled her face off of the ground, a dizzy look on her face before she shook it off, hopping to her feet, showing herself to be half my height.
"Yeah, a TON!" She said, offering the bag. "Cleaned off the dirt, chopped them up...it's a good thing they were planning to kill us, or I'd feel pretty bad about this."

...A tiny white lie. It was better she thought otherwise.
"...Good job, Hemoro." I placed a hand on her head, ruffling her hair. "Why don't I make a fire and we eat? Bet you're famished."

She put a hand on my wrist, smiling. "Dunno about that...but I sure am hungry!" She giggled. "I feel a lot better eating evil aliens than good ones."
I nodded, before turning to the corpse of the Yardrat I had just slain. Good thing Hemoro was behind me and couldn't see, because I prefer she didn't.
A ball of energy charged in my hand, and I fired, hitting the corpse.

It exploded in a firey spectacle, parts flying everywhere, destroying the building rubble around it, and leaving a hefty fire in it's place.
With that, me and Hemoro settled in. Within about a half hour, we had cooked a lot of the meat and were chowing down like...well, two Saiyans on a dead, empty planet.

I ate slower, watching as she scarfed down meat like a little grinder.
...Yes, she was my baby sister. And the last remaining member of my family after...the accident.
I never told her about it. Just that Mom was gone, and wasn't coming back. She knew death, of course. I just...did not want her scared she would be next. God forbid that ever happened. As long as we avoided Frieza...

...She was all I had left. And until we found Kakarot, the only other Saiyan I knew. ...Suffice to say, I needed her. She was definitely the only thing keeping me sane in the confines of space.

"...Sis, are we ever gonna find Kakarot?" She suddenly asked. It turns out she stopped eating a while ago.

I looked at her, confused.
"Uh...what? What do you men, Hem?" I asked.

She looked...conflicted. A little worried, even.
"...Kakarot. Are we ever gonna find him?" She asked. "...It's been a long time, Sis. And we haven't even found Earth yet!" She looked down, fiddling with her meat. "...I'm worried. Worried we might not find him. And-"

"Hey." I interrupted her, and she jumped a little, looking up. I was looking at her with determined eyes.
"...We will, ok?" I told her. "We'll find him, we'll train together, we'll be all buddy-buddy, and I PROMISE you, we'll eat alls kinds of crap together, we'll train...and we'll take down Frieza together. I promise."

She was silent for a bit before speaking again.
"...You promise?" She tilted her head slightly.

I nodded.
"...We promised Mom, didn't we?" I added. "We'd never break a promise to her, yeah?"

She knew. I knew. It was a little oath we swore, that we'd do it for her.
I'd NEVER give that up until I found him, alive or dead. I couldn't bring myself to leave him. Especially if he was still wandering the Earth alone.
I can barely handle it. But a lower class like him...?

Hemoro sighed, looking down.
"...You say that a lot. Ever since I was little, you've said that. I wanna believe you, sis, but...it's been so long. We've gone to so many planets, been betrayed by so many aliens...what if Kakarot was turned on when he got to Earth? What if he was-was attacked by an army? Or the aliens on Earth?
Or a demon king?! Or a demon king's SON? Demons are bad news!"

"Oh Hem, knock it off." I waved a hand. "That's ridiculous, a lower class can't fight an army or demons, they wouldn't send him to such a planet.
Lower class, he'd probably grab a stick to fight them off with. Bardock and Gine would make sure they know what's on the planet before they send a baby there. C'mon, have we ever fought a demon?"

She paused, looking down...and then smiled, looking back up.
"No. And if we ever did, you'd kick their butt, right?"

I smirked, putting an arm around her and pulling her close.
"Course I would. All the way to the damn sun." I replied as I rubbed her head.

She giggled.
"...I love you, Sis." She said quietly as she closed her eyes.

I...was silent for a bit.
"...I love you too, Hem." I replied softly.

We just stayed there for a bit. Neither of us talked, just letting the peace set in. The moment seemed perfect.
Eventually she slumped, and soon enough I heard her snoring. She had fallen asleep.

I smiled, continuing to rub her head and kept my eyes closed.
Eventually though, I decided it was time to go. The smell of rotting corpses had begun to set in, and it was getting to me.
I slipped away from Hemoro, gently setting her down and gathering the meat we didn't eat, placing it back in the bag and tying it closed.

Once I got that set inside our pod, I picked Hemoro up gently in my arms, climbing inside and settling down in it, my younger sister sleeping soundly in my lap. I set the coordinates for the next planet, and then laid back, closing my eyes, deciding to get some shut-eye myself.
As the pod took off into the air, shooting away from the dead planet, I drifted off with thoughts of Kakarot and Earth...

And wondering just what the hell I'd find there...