---Chapter One---
Meanwhile, in the streets of the kingdom, an ambitious young warrior was prowling the many shops in the marketplace, searching for something easy to snatch. She had no money, therefore she relied on thievery to survive. Richi had been an orphan since nearly birth, and was left with nothing, not even a last name. She gave herself her own name, Rakiel, but later on confirmed a nickname, Richi. She had no home to speak of; sleeping on canopies or in allies at night, when she assured herself she'd be safe. It was late afternoon, and Richi hadn't eaten all day.
The young Saiya-jin female was lanky, though she moved with the agility and grace of a house cat. Her hair was a dark auburn, so dark that it appeared black. Her eyes were an unusual hazel, whereas the normal Saiya-jin eye color was onyx black. Her tail was also an abnormality; it was somewhat longer, and the fur is bushier. She was a decent strength, enough to defend herself well, but her intelligence would astound you. Richi didn't receive an education, but her brain was as fast as her reflexes, solving complex problems within seconds. It also meant that she's illiterate; she couldn't read or write.
Her clothes were raggy, but a brownish coat she had obtained a few years ago hid them well in the markets. The fabric was thin, and yet the texture kept one warm during cold weather. It also blocked out sunlight, so when Richi had her hood up her eyes were shrouded in shadows. Not knowing better, she allows her tail to hang near her ankles instead of the safety of her waist.
She browsed the stands, eying fresh fruits and harvested vegetables. Fish and mammal carcasses hung by hooks, sold raw. Just-baked goods on displays gave off an enticing aroma. Richi could feel her stomach growl hungrily. She needed food. This time of the day, the sales were low, and the attendants were taking inventory. Few people were still in the marketplace, and there weren't any crowds. Finding something to eat and taking it is gonna be hard.
The female Saiya-jin gazed around the area, looking for something without really thinking about it. She found what she saw: two of the storekeepers were talking; all of their attention held by the other. Richi made her way over to them, slowly, looking at their produce. She picked up an apple and brought it to her lips. The storekeeper from the adjacent shop noticed and shouted to the owner. He then barked at the girl. She dropped the apple back into the basket and ran off a good quarter-mile. Richi curled up in her current alley, and pulled the apple out of her sleeve. Earlier, she'd taken two, but hid the second in the same sleeve. After the first bite, the girl decided that her meal was satisfactory, and voraciously ate the rest of it. Once she had food in her stomach, Richi fell asleep, hidden deep within her temporary home.
In the morning, she heard commotion outside of the alley. Apparently, from the sounds, two males were fighting. Richi dismissed it and climbed up the side of the nearest building. The populace of the kingdom seemed to be frantic this morning. Everyone was running around, or locking their doors, or some sort of activity that was irregular. Richi sat there watching them, feeling hunger pains strike her stomach again. One apple a day was definately not enough.
After about a half an hour, the Saiya-jin female leaped off of the roof and walked casually around the mini-city. One female ran up to her and said in a drastic, raised voice: "Aren't you frightened? The God of Life and Death has murdered King Vegeta and taken his place!" The woman ran off, leaving no room for Richi's response, not that she'd utter a reply. The young female watched the woman run off to one of the smaller buildings. She walked on, ignoring the chaos around her. Richi couldn't care less who was in charge of the kingdom. She was bound by no restraints, no rules, and no one could control her. Her spirit was a wild one, which couldn't be contained. But despite all of this, she didn't suspect what would be to come.