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Chapter 3 - Reawakening

Golden hair. Dreams. Anger. Frieza...

So many dead. Innocent Saiyans. They fought so hard for him... That backstabbing son of a-

"HAAA!" I came to in a fit of yelling. I stood up and looked around, wondering what was going on. As I turned, I began to acknowledge that this was the debris of a leftover planet, and I was standing on a huge chunck of it, drifting through empty space. For some reason, I seemed capable of breathing. I watched as my father's body... or what was left od the burnt head, torso, and single handless arm, glided slowly by...

Suddenly, I realized where I was.

This couldn't be possible... No... Not dad... He was... He couldn't be... I looked up, and sure enough, there was that dartardly ship...

Frieza, that bastard! I was going to show that piece of shit to mess with our race. I increased my rage, my powers now fully in use. That monster was going to get what was coming to him. I charged up my energy, and suddenly, it seemed I hit a limit within myself. I tried to pull out more, but nothing happened. I wasn't powerful enough. I was weak! Too weak! Frieza was flying away, into the void of space.

I couldn't let him get away... Not unpunished. Not with my father's blood in his hands.

He was going to pay. I was going to avenge my father... I was going to avenge my race.

"FRIEZA!" I shouted, letting out all my anger and leaving my fear behind. Rage seemed to fuel my power, and suddenly, my limits were shattered, and I rose to whole new power level. My power became golden, pure. I was going to purify Frieza's hands. Frieza's body. I was going to purify his every fiber.

I looked up at Frieza's spaceship, slowly raising a fist. Inside my fist, I began to concentrate every single bit of power I contained, along with my anger and rage, and the pride of my race. They would live withing this blast, and this blast would have their revenge.

I opened the fist, compressing what seemed like an impossible amount of energy into a ball of golden energy the size of a basketball. Red lightning violently zapped around it, spontaneously sparking.

"Avenging Devastation!" The words seemed to leave my lips on their own accord as I dismissed the energey ball. The ground around me shattered and flew up. The ball was followed by a thin yellow streak, which also randomly sparked with red flashes. The ball seemed to randomly disperse matter in space, causing energy waves to appear.

I watched as the energy blast made it's way towards Frieza. Somewhere faraway, I heard someone calling.

"Kirko!" I heard. It was a female. Deep...

Something about it seemed familiar as she called again. "Kirko! Wake up!"

It was my sister.

I looked around, wondering where she was.

"Kirko! Wake up! You're going to kill us both! What is this power!?"

I frowned, wondering what was going on. Suddenly, I felt as if I was being scooped up, and the whole scene shifted to black. No Frieza. No Spaceship. No planet debris. Just black.

"Come on. Get up." I was squeezed into someone's breasts. They felt like mother's, but slightly smaller.

"Wha-"

Light flooded into my vision, and I squinted as my eyes began to adjust. I struggled to move a bit and see better, beginning to realize the boobs I was being squeezed against were my sister's. She had my back on her lap, holding me to her chest as she cried.

"Gizabelia?" I mumbled, unable to push away.

"Kirko?" She said, holding me out. Her eyes were red, watery. "What the hell, you retard!" She frowned, hugging me to herself again. "You almost killed us both!"

What was she talking about? Had I been dreaming?

"You were sleeping peacefully, as you have been for the past three days! Then suddenly, you decide to turn into some yellow haired superpowered freak and blast a ball of energy that caused a massive dent in our wall!"

I frowned, then pushed away from her. Yellow haired? Standing up, I confirmed what she was talking about. The ceiling was dented horribly. I looked around, and everything else, thankfully, seemed ok, although a little ruffled up. I looked down at my sister, who just couldn't seem to stop crying.

What had I done in my sleep?

What was this power I had harnessed in my sleep?