Planet Vegeta was a ruby that dominated the sea of stars. In among the white of its moons and the stars beyond, it sat as an immovable giant. From the upper reaches of its atmosphere, to the depths of its deserts, to the people that inhabited it, it was a testament to endurance, presence, and pride. It was graceful even as a diminutive white ship appeared in the space around it, either ignorant of its fate or choosing not to waver even in its last moments.

On one of the moons orbiting Vegeta, two people sat cross-legged and watched the stalwart titan.

"Thanks for coming." Isala said to Trunks, though she didn't take her eyes away from Planet Vegeta for even a second. She hadn't stopped staring since they arrived.

"No problem." Trunks said, glancing over at the Saiyan woman with a familiar sadness in his eyes. "The Supreme Kai of Time wouldn't have let me not come, but I'd here anyway. I know this can't be easy for you."

"It isn't." Isala inhaled and let the silence stretch on for a few more moments. "I didn't get to see it from this angle often, and not at all like this. Knowing that I couldn't just see it again in a few weeks." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "But I'd watch it when I left, and when I came back, and I don't know if I realized how much I loved it then."

"It's nice." Trunks agreed with a nod of his head. "I'd have liked to visit there some day."

"There are a lot of planets that would have been nice to visit." Isala said. "And there still are, out there, probably. As long as somebody hasn't come along and decided to trash it for...whatever." She watched a few figures flying out of the newly-arrived spaceships, far in the distance and nothing but specks compared to the sheer size of Vegeta. "Do you know how many Saiyans are on that planet right now?"

Trunks shook his head and realized Isala wasn't paying him the slightest mind. "No, I don't."

"Three hundred, twenty one thousand, three hundred and five." Isala said. "I didn't know that until I looked it up. I felt like I had to, y'know? It made sense to find out how many of my people were wiped out. I thought knowing would make me angry, and it did, kind of, but...isn't it sad?" She asked, as the moisture in her eyes became that much heavier to bear. "That many lives. That many people. That many children. Who do you think they'd have grown up to be?"

"I...can't say." Trunks said. "But probably people better than Frieza."

"You'd hope so. It didn't seem fair when I first heard it. It's not fair, really, to anyone. To go about your life existing, following orders, doing what you can for the people you trust and then one day..." Isala sighed deeply. "It's all gone. Taken as easily as a coin from your pocket. All that effort, all that training, years and years of...not love, but care, at least. I'd like to think it was love, in our way. Maybe not done the same way as everyone else, but...it can't all have been bad people. We can't all have been villains."

"I don't think you were." Trunks concurred. "People aren't what they were born as. I don't think it's possible to be born as somebody bad. I know three Saiyans who turned out to be good people, and I've only known three Saiyans."

Isala hesitated. "Am I one of them?"

"Yeah."

"Right, okay, good. I'd hate to have to kick your ass right now." Isala laughed softly, though it was a bitter life that came with having to blink away a tear. "I think I can sense the life down there. It's hard to make out every one, but...I'm not crazy, am I? They're down there?"

"Yeah, they are." Trunks agreed. "You could probably sense yourself, if you wanted to."

"And that means I'll be able to feel it when they go..." Isala forced her eyes shut in an attempt to drown out some of the moisture. "I wonder if that will make it worse. It's hard to imagine it being any worse than it already is. If I could have sensed them when this first happened, I might have just died along with them. That might have been be-"

"It wouldn't have been better." Trunks said firmly. "You're doing good things now, and there's nobody who could have done them better than you. A lot of people say it, and they mean it, but for you, it's true. You were chosen to defend all of time and space. You're what the Multiverse needs."

"And all it cost was the rest of the Saiyans." Isala said. There was no bitterness to her voice, just an ever deeper sadness. "Millions of years of life on that planet, right now, and so many people that were happy, or could have been happy, but at least they would have been alive. Now I've got to carry all of that pain with me, for the sake of people that won't even know what it cost. If I'm needed so badly, maybe they weren't even meant to die. Maybe this only happened because...because it had to, to make me."

"That...look, that's not how the Dragon Balls work." Trunks insisted, but softly. "They didn't make Freiza destroy Planet Vegeta. That was all on him."

"Right...right." Isala breathed. "And even if they did, he would have done it eventually. The kind of scum that he is wouldn't have spared us. He didn't spare anyone else."

"That's right." Trunks nodded. "All the Dragon Balls did was save you at the last moment. "

"Yeah." Isala sniffled, as a scuffle started in the upper atmosphere of Vegeta. She could sense power flaring, the presence of Frieza, and something distinctly Saiyan. "Go me. Last of the Saiyans. I don't think any of them would have wished for that. They'd probably have wished it was them. Or King Vegeta. The bastard."

"It doesn't matter what they would have voted for." Trunks said. "What matters is who you are and what you can do." Trunks said. "I know how it feels to have everyone you know, and the people beyond that, die. Before you even really get a chance to know them. It always feels like you don't deserve to keep on living, not when you know what happened to them, or what's going to keep on happening in the future."

"But do you know what you do with those thoughts?" Trunks asked, as he placed a hand on Isala's shoulder. "You keep thinking them. You keep them deep in your heart. You think of all the hurt that you feel and you decide that you're not going to let anyone else go through what you have. You think of all the faces that you couldn't save, all the people you let down, and then you look at everyone else. The people you can save, the people you can spare, and you swear to do your best to make sure it never happens again. Not while you breathe."

A hot tear ran down Isala's cheek and onto her worn-down battlesuit. "Why me?"

"Because you're the only one who can." Trunks said. "That's not because you were chosen, it's because you're strong enough to take that pain and keep on going. It's never going to be easy, and it's never going to stop hurting, but you have it in you to be the person who stands up for all the people who can't. They might not like you, and they might not even thank you, but that doesn't matter. As long as you can give them the chance to smile."

"It won't bring them back..." Isala's first tear was followed by another, and then the next, until she couldn't hold back the tide. "My people...my planet..."

"You're right, it won't." Trunks said. "Everyone deserves a place to call home. The one you're used to isn't coming back, but that doesn't mean you've lost a home forever. There are people who care about you in Toki Toki City already. The Supreme Kai of Time, Reyki, Avada, me. And I think Toki Toki himself has taken a liking to you." He turned his gaze to Planet Vegeta, watching as a great amber orb started to form near Frieza's spaceship. "You have a new home, Isala. It's time to let go of this one."

Isala's tears turned into sobs as she hunched over, but couldn't tear her eyes away from her home planet. Her memories flashed in her mind brighter than they ever had before. The sands, the crags, the Saiyan race, Kukumba, all of them being obliterated by the supernova, and she was watching it happen all over again. Except this time, she knew she had to say goodbye.

Her fists clenched as she wept, the destruction of Planet Vegeta reflected in her eyes. The great red planet being torn asunder by the emperor's own hand. She started to tremble, feeling every life sign on Vegeta die, more and more of them with every second that passed. Her veins rose to the surface of her pale skin, while her muscles writhed like snakes under her skin and her sobs goes louder and louder.

Trunks yanked his hand back from Isala's shoulder as the moon beneath them started to shake, darting back some distance and crouching to place a palm on the moon's surface.

Flickers of golden energy ki formed around Isala, like the heralds of wind before a storm. She started to pull herself upright, never once taking her tear-filled eyes away from the destruction of Planet Vegeta while pure sorrow filled every inched of her being. There was nothing but her and her home. Nothing but the death of the latter to focus on, more and more of it dying, life being winked out moment by moment.

And then they were gone. Isala threw her head back and wailed. It was a primal wail that rippled through the void, across planets, and could be felt in the depths of even the oldest souls. The flickers of gold turned into bolts that lit her up like a sun. Her pitch black hair rose like golden flames, cresting a body defined with a warrior's muscles, Her pitch-black eyes, marred by being bloodshot, turned into a teal scowl.

Isala's cry finally ended and she stood on the planet with power still erupting out of every pore. Her chest rose and fall in heavy pants as she glared at the remnants of Planet Vegeta, now little more than space debris, and the little white ship that remained.

"No..more...kings!" Isala snarled.

Trunks darted before Isala with both of his hands held out in front of him, a reassuring smile on his face and a shine in his eyes.

"Wait up, Isala." Trunks urged, as Isala's fingers flexed. "I had to reinforce that moon just so you didn't vaporize it. If you start acting on your instincts now, you're going to pose a serious danger to time, okay? So just...calm down, think things through, and I can explain everything once we're back in the time nest."

Isala breathed deeply as Trunks instructed, and just then noticed her own form. She held her hand out in front of her, the golden ki surrounding it, and felt the sheer power flowing through her. She could pluck Frieza right out of space if she wanted to. But she didn't.

"I've made up my mind. I'm going to kill these tyrants wherever I find them." Isala said. "And I'm going to start with the Time Breakers."

Trunks nodded. "I think we all agree on that." Trunks said, as he floated up beside Isala. "But now, we'd better go back before somebody notices you…"