Disclaimer: Don't own it.
Suing: Don't try it.
Money: Don't have it.

A familiar girl wearing jeans, a black shirt with a bright pink rose, and a leather jacket with her long blonde hair styled in a spiky fashion sits at her computer. Her tail flicks as she turns, smiling at your presence. Not saying a word (boy, THAT'S a change!^_^), she gestures towards the screen and winks one blue eye. The screen reads:
Author's note: It's me again! For those of you who don't know me, I'm Amanda Roark, alias Saiyaness Queen, nicknamed Q, and author of Dragonball UA (Untold Alternate), a helluva long (but good!!!! [Or so I'm told]) story. Actually, it's more like a series, or maybe, in the future, a TV show!!!! MWA HAHAHAHAHA!!!! (Hey, I can dream, can't I? Geez, I'm using a lot of parentheses…)
Anyway, as you faithful readers know, my story features a Saiyaness named Siesta (others too! It's good! All the people who haven't read it yet, READ IT!!!) Her background has about as much mystery as Vegeta's. We basically just know a vague background. A few family ties, old friends, old enemies and her old name: Collifla. So guess who this story's about???
Anyways, I really enjoyed writing this; it gave me a chance to mess with Vegeta's past too. And for all you hard core Vegeta fans- Don't worry, he doesn't have any romantic feelings toward her (for those of you who haven't read my other fic); he's got more of a sibling relationship. And if he's a little out of character, so what? I'm experimenting with his soft sideJ (hehehe)
Also: Yes, I know the so-called "Saiyago" is just Japanese. Well, too bad. In my story, so it's Saiyago, DAMMIT!
So sit back, relax, and don't sue. Oh yeah, enjoy it too.

Lili and Veggie
Saga 1: The Childhood Years


The Saiyaness Queen gives you an all too familiar smile, as she fingers her necklace of black pearls with a black diamond pendant. She snaps her fingers, and the story begins……….

Chapter 1- the assignment

"Dammit you useless girl! Fight!"
"No way! You're too big!"
"I am not!"
"You're thirteen!"
"So what? What doesn't kill you makes you stronger!"
"Like hell!"
"Where did you learn that word?!"
"From you, stupid."
The four-year-old girl connected with her brother's fist, then the ground hard. Although tears streamed down her face, she managed to choke back the sobs that would have merited another walloping.
"Stupid useless bitch. Nothing but a weakling. They should've killed you the minute after they tested you. The machine must've been broken that day," the large boy muttered as he walked away to find someone else to take his adrenaline out on.
The small girl wiped the blood off her lips. She hated being small. Her mother was small when she was little, but she was tall and well built now. The little girl could only hope… She pulled the large bead out of her wiry black hair, and let it fall around her face. She brushed her long bangs out of her eyes and went over to the public well. She looked at her face in the reflection.
She was only four and already showed much promise for beauty. Teenage boys would stop to look at her during breaks in their sparring and size her up. She memorized their faces, so when she was older, she could beat the hell out of them.
She grabbed a bucket and dumped the water on her head. Her spiked hair was sopping and dirt ran down her face onto her black sleeveless unitard, but she sure felt a lot better. She was going to get her assigned job in a week. When she first found out about it, her brother pestered her to fight him.
"They'll eat you alive if you can't fight, stupid."
"No they won't!"
"Yes they will! Just watch! Don't come crying to me when you're a bloody pulp!" That's the way it went everyday. He'd offer to fight her, she'd refuse, and get knocked on her ass. Her brother would throw some insults, then walk away. The small girl knew that getting thrown on her ass wasn't as bad as what her brother could do to her, so she put up with it.

The next week, a large Saiyan handed her a sealed envelope. She opened it and stared at the letters she did not yet know how to read.
"You've been assigned to your father's base," said a voice behind her. She turned to see her mother, Patona. She was slender, yet tall with a fine feminine figure, yet enough muscle to give off an intimidating aura. She was everything the little Saiyaness wanted to look like when she grew up. Her mother was on the brink of becoming an Elite, but not a fighter. She was a very powerful fighter, but it was nothing compared to her intelligence. She was one of the heads of a military intelligence unit, and a very important figure at that. Without her, the empire might very well crumble. One more problem solved at her hands, and she was on the road to be an Elite.
Although Saiyan mothers usually detached themselves to their offspring and sent them to a planet as soon as they could fend for themselves, Patona stuck around for her children. She forced her daughter to study alien cultures and languages, and pounded information into her young skull.
"If you're going to destroy them, you might as well learn about them," was the argument she always used. Her daughter resentfully absorbed it. The only time the child never complained was when she was studying the Chikyuu-jinn culture. Her mother only gave it to her in small doses. She didn't want the young warrior to grow soft towards a race. Now, here she was, just a few days away from 5 years old. Receiving her first assignment at the base of a man Patona despised. He had been her lifemate once, but when she found him with a slave girl during her third month pregnant with his second offspring, she snapped. She did not kill him, however. No, what she had in mind was worse. Because of her influence in the upper-class world, and because this was his second offense (he cheated on her while she was pregnant with his first as well), she managed to get him demoted to a third class Saiyan. It was the greatest accomplishment and triumph of her life.
"I've never met my father," whispered the minute Saiyaness.
"And you probably never will, small one. You will merely be along the lines of a messenger until you prove yourself. I suggest you spar with your brother. It will help you build up fortitude." The little girl looked at her curiously. Patona sighed. She often had to tone down her high vocabulary around most Saiyans, and it annoyed her to no end. However, the child was four, so she settled her temper.
"Strength," she defined. The young Saiyaness blinked with understanding.
"I don't want to. He's an ass." Patona ignored the vulgarity her daughter was using. She knew her son taught it to her and her daughter was just looking for an excuse for her to not be around him. Patona grew stern.
"Unless you want all the males sniffing around your skirts, you have to build up something. Train with your brother." Her mother gave a look that told the little Saiyaness that her mother's patience was wearing paper-thin. She bowed to her mother and saw her parent nod approvingly. The older Saiyaness turned on her heel and walked towards the palace, cape flowing behind her. She stopped for a moment.
"I do wish you luck, my daughter." The little Saiyaness flicked her tail in response as her mother.
"Since you have obviously made Tomet upset, I have a feeling he will not want to train you today. So I will give you your first lesson. Come, Collifla." Patona turned again and began to walk up the path. The tiny girl ran to catch up.

"If you haven't read my other fic, I show up at the end of every chapter to check up on stuff. So just to tell ya." Saiyaness Queen-"Call me Q!"-Uh… Q, disappears.