Seven years passed without event and when they looked again, Ava was ready to start her learning. She had grown accustomed to being on Namek and didn't know any differently, except for the one or two Namekians who teased her because her skin was a strange colour, and her long black hair.
While Moori was out talking to the villagers one day, one man came running up to him, telling him that Ava had gotten into a fight. Moori, knowing how his daughter had felt about being teased and her uncommon strength, ran after him, already feeling sorry for the person she was fighting. He arrived to her holding up the boy by his collar, looking at him with her fist clinched.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT MY SKIN?" she ranted at the boy, who was crying.
"Avalonia!" Moori shouted at her and she looked over at him with wide eyes.
"Fa…Father…" she said sheepishly putting the boy down, who took the chance to run.
"What do you think you are doing?" he asked her grabbing her hand and pulling her back to their home.
He dragged her in and closed the door.
"He was teasing me dad. I got angry…" she said, sitting down on a chair.
"But you've never used violence to solve anything. Why now?" Moori sat down and explained to her.
"I just wanted him to stop. I got angry…" she said, looking at her feet.
He sighed. She was a Saiyan after all, these things were bound to happen, sooner or later.
"Well, if I may say something good about it, it seems you have some… skills." He smiled at her.
"Really, you think so? I watched Nail playing the other day and I wanted to play with him. So I started to move like him." she looked up at him with such admiration for her uncle.
"Really… and how did you find the moves, easy?" he asked her.
"Oh yes, very easy. After a while, Nail was watching me and when I stopped he clapped. He also told me that maybe I should go the training school instead of normal school." She said, looking at him.
She got up off her chair and ran to Moori. She put her little hands on his knees and looked at him with those big brown eyes.
"Would you let me, dad?" she begged him.
"Would you like that, learning to be a fighter?" he smiled, knowing her answer.
"Yes, father, I would. I would like that very much." She smiled as he stood up.
"Good, I was thinking about sending you there anyway. But now that you want to go, you can." He said, rubbing the top of her head.
She jumped up and hugged him.
"Thank you daddy, thank you so much." She smiled from ear to ear.
When the new school year started, Ava was right in the front row, waiting to receive her new Namek training clothes and her new training schedule. It was the best day of her little life when she got into her room and looked around, seeing the other older fighters outside. She walked to the window and stared out at them. They were moving and fighting each other like her uncle Nail was moving the other day.
"Wow, this is so cool…" she smiled and settled into her new room.