AN: I own nothing besides the character Gula.
The thought of dying is scary. Especially the possible pain and gore that comes with it. Getting hit by a moving vehicle and tumbling onto the ground as a broken mass of bones and flesh sounds very gruesome.
Then, there's my death. I just upped and died during my sleep. At least that's what I believe since the last thing I remember doing was laying upon my bed for a good night's sleep. There was no sudden pain or seizure. Through some mysterious fate, my supposedly 8-hour sleep became eternal. Though eternal couldn't accurately describe my current predicament.
"Dodge!" A man, my father in this new life, called out. His sudden exclamation didn't do me any favors as his fist met my face. I was sent flying and rolled on the ground.
"Damn it Gula." My father walked towards my downed body. "Stoping spacing out and concentrate on your training. As things are now, you are a disgrace to your Saiyan heritage and our family bloodline."
Somehow, I was reborn as a female Saiyan and daughter to an elite general in King Vegeta's army. The sad fact was that I had no cheats from my reincarnation nor privileges from my father's high social standing. Apparently, my power level at birth was lower than average; a measly 1. My father considered me a failure that may be able to grow through training, but a failure nonetheless. As a failure, I was perceived as undeserving of the privileges that came from being the second child of an elite general.
"Even your younger brother in his birthing pod is stronger than you. Get yourself back on your feet and stop wasting my precious time. " He further demanded.
"Yes, Otou-san." I caught my breath and readied myself. My daily activities were vastly different between my two lives. I wasn't particularly active in my old life, but forcing a 3-year-old to routinely fight for her life and run marathons was anything but normal. Every day, I could see others my age flying and playing. Here I was breaking my literal bones, while others are enjoying a proper childhood. I guess it was because I was born weak. In a way, the thrill of battle felt pretty good with all the adrenaline but the pain was unbearable. My life in this new world ain't getting easier if I stay like this. Might as well make the most out of it. Not like I had anything else to do. My siblings and peers laughed at my misfortune and the rest ignored my existence. I'm just glad my biological father still tried to help me in his own way.
"Good my daughter." My father took a stance, inviting me to attack and I responded with a frontal charge.
This seen had repeated and would repeat for many months until my father deemed my growth satisfactory and allowed me to act on my own devices. That took 4 years at my prime age of 7 to happen. The main contributor to my growth was definitely my rigorous routine set by my father and my Saiyan biology. I also accidentally learned how to suppress my power level, where one day my father began doubling down on my training when my numbers suddenly dropped back to 1. The sad part was that I didn't know to turn it off. The fact that I got stronger through near-death experiences was a huge benefactor. On the downside, constant brushes with death on a daily basis could make most people go crazy. I didn't believe I was crazy, but everyone kept saying it. They gave me these looks of discomfort every time we talked or sparred. Even my father gave strange glances my way when he spectated my battles. It had reached a point, where my nickname, Verrückt (AN: german for crazy), was used more than my actual name, Gula. When words spread about my supposed insanity, strangers of all ages began avoiding me. On the upside, the bullying stopped and evolved to neglecting my existence. My family did so as well though they still provided the basic forms of affection and support, like teaching me life lessons, cooking my meals, and almost killing me. Did I say almost killing me?... I wonder where that came from. I meant to say nearly killing me…That feels wrong too.
"I know I'm not crazy. What do you think Nappa senpai?!" I turned my head to my side, only to realize I was speaking to myself. My senpai by a few years and only conversation partner who wouldn't treat me like a freak of nature was sent off a few days ago on a mission to conquer a planet. It seems I completely forgot about that.
His absence was dearly missed, but I could handle a few weeks of isolation-been doing it for years. The best way to suppress my desire for relationships that could never exist is to eat. This is by no means stress eating or depression. I am happy…Very happy…Not crazy happy. Just normal happy.
"If it isn't Verrückt. What brings your lonesome self here?" A group of three peers blocked my path to the cafeteria. I ignored their greeting and tried to walk past them. The leading male Saiyan took offense to it and stood his ground.
"I'm talking to you, low-life freak." He snared, while his lackeys snickered beside him.
"Freak." I stared at him and pointed to myself. "Me, a freak? I am not crazy. You're crazy."
I pointed my finger at them, agitated by their accusation. "I am a functional and normal Saiyan. Nappa senpai, you believe me r-"
"Oh, he's still on his mission." Once again, I forgot he's not here. "This still doesn't prove I am crazy. Anyone can get broken ribs and dislocated arms during spars. I still got this swollen shoulder from my last fight after it was dislocated. It may look painful, but I feel nothing. Nothing I say!" I showed them my newest wound in my collection of scars and healing body parts.
I kept ranting on and on while making postures to dramatize my experiences and thoughts. When I looked back at the trio, they were gone from their usual spot. In fact, the once-bustling hallway of the public cafeteria was devoided of life besides my own. It was strange that everyone disappeared.
"Oh well, that means a shorter line for my meal." I grinned and skipped to the main cafeteria.
POV Gula's Father
I have served King Vegeta to my utmost ability for the benefit of our race and planet. My loyalty was rewarded with a position as an elite general to our great society and trust from my king. My years of servitude were truly wondrous and led me to my fateful encounter with my beloved wife. In just 6 years of our marriage, I was blessed by my beloved with two sons who I speak fondly of towards my relatives, subordinates, and friends. They were strong, dignified, and loyal to our king to the fault. Truly, I could not ask for any else when it came to my lover and my sons.
However, the same could not be said about my only daughter. Her existence was riddled with imperfections. When my eyes first laid upon her power level, I fell into despair. Unlike my eldest son who was born with a power level of 20, Gula held a miserable 1. My rivals began questioning my authority and strength when they found out.
What's more, I was going to have a third child. I feared the horrors I must face if my third child was of a similar predicament. I dreaded his birth and power level readings. However, those worries and sleepless nights were for naught. My beautiful youngest son held an impressive power level of 23. He was truly a gift to my family.
My daughter was still a burden; a burden I must resolve with my own hands. It was this goal, that I ruthlessly trained her. Her growth in 4 years was unsatisfactory and still quite behind her siblings. Something must be done or my family would fall into ruin because of her existence.
"Sir, King Vegeta has announced an emergency meeting and asked for your presence as soon as possible." A soldier announced inside my office. I glanced at the soldier and nodded to acknowledge his presence. I attached my cape to my armor and preceded to walk towards the throne room. Whatever the meeting was for, perhaps I could use it to get rid of her.
The walk was quite short as my office was close to the throne room. Upon my arrival into the throne room, King Vegeta situated himself on his throne between his elite guards. I took my place with my colleagues and kept my silence. In a few minutes, the large doors to the throne room were closed and the meeting officially began.
"Now that you have all arrived, we have an unprecedented event happening in 1 week's time." King Vegeta spoke to get everyone's attention. Once he felt the time was right, he forwarded the rest of the report towards his aid with a wave of his hand.
"As King Vegeta has stated, in 7 days, King Cold and his forces will arrive onto our planet. The reason for his sudden visit is unknown, but the implications aren't very appealing." The speaker paused to allow everyone to process the information.
"As such, King Vegeta has agreed to set up defenses around the parameter in case things get difficult." The Saiyan aid finished and redirected everyone's attention to the king.
"The issue at hand is how and who to set up these defenses." King Vegeta stood up and clenched his fist. "I will not be humiliated any further by these inferior low lives. We will show them who is superior. And when the time comes, we will be the rightful rulers of this universe."
The task presented to the elites was impossible to accomplish. We all knew the big gap in power between our race and these tyrants. However, it can prove very useful in getting rid of my troublesome daughter. Very useful indeed.
"Any volunteers?" King Vegeta questioned, scanning the room. Immediately, I stepped forward and knelt before him.
"King Vegeta, I wish to be given the test of protecting both you and our race during their arrival."
"Interesting… I never thought you to be the person to accept this lucrative task." King Vegeta's eyes widen in surprise. "Very well, you shall spearhead the operation. Use whomever you see fit."
"Thank you, my king." I must have the biggest smile plastered on my face. Everything was coming together wonderfully. "I shall make it perfect."
And Gula will be on the list.