AN: I continue to thank my readers for all the reviews. This next one is a completely original character. Enjoy.
Holy Light
You don't like it when I follow you, anyone can tell. My distant presence makes the hairs on the back of your neck rise, doesn't it, Vegeta? I'm sorry, it can't be helped, it's just the aura my kind projects, even Frieza is unnerved by me. I'm sorry, but I need to be here, trailing after you as often as I can. You hasten your pace when you know I'm there, probably thinking that I am here on orders. But this is of my own volition, young Saiyan, though I doubt it will ever make a difference to you.
You know about me, everyone on the ship knows about me, the Umbraran assassin Frieza picked up from a derelict ship on some random planet whose name holds no meaning to anybody. My kind is rare in these parts of the galaxy, and finding one desperate enough to swear allegiance to Frieza is even rarer. And I was desperate then, so very desperate. I had needed means to get out of my current situation, though now I feel that is was a leap from the proverbial frying pan to the fire.
But I'm not sure you care about that, considering everyone but your two squad-mates enemies. I understand you perfectly, Vegeta, being even more alone than you. But that's not why I spend our free time spying on you. No it was something I heard, something that has Frieza so paranoid that he forbids any of his men from speaking of it in his presence. It is a paranoia that centers on you, Vegeta, a fear of what you could become.
The rumors speak of a legend, a legend that had a very firm grounding in reality. Your planet may be long gone, but plenty of your people's records still survive. The whispers speak of a Super Saiyan; the records speak of a Saiyan who at the time of his death was more powerful than Frieza could ever dream of being. A Saiyan who's life closely resembled that of a giant star; brief, destructive, and with an abrupt, explosive end. He's in your pedigree, Vegeta, but I'm sure you already knew that. Goldentail, they called him.
And now comes the funny, ironic part of my tale, Vegeta: it was known that the first Super Saiyan was a being of golden light, his aura alone enough to scorch the eyes of his enemies. There were even some accounts of him vaporizing whole armies with that divine power of his alone. And if you, too, find that golden aura some day, it will do more than blind me; odds are it will kill me. My kind is extremely sensitive to bright lights, you see.
Now a wiser Umbraran who believed in you would stay away, avoid your presence like a plague. But I am not a wise Umbraran, I am a desperate one with little else left to live for. I want to be there, Vegeta, I want to be there when you finally become the golden god you so greatly desire to be. I want to die knowing that Frieza is doomed and his crimes avenged.
So here I am, stalking your heels as often as I can, ignoring your paranoia and backward glares. Don't worry, I don't take it personally; it's just the way you are. I accept it, Vegeta, just like you will no doubt one day accept my presence in your shadow. I await your ascension, little Super Saiyan. And knowing you, you would not dream of disappointing me.
She would eventually live to see Vegeta's ascension, and experience her death at his hands, but not in the way she originally expected. It was long after Frieza's death, when the Saiyan prince finally found and killed his former shadow.