Chapter 2

She was looking at the endless reaches of space. She was utterly alone and abandoned, with only two friends and no family.

Alone in his cruel arms.

God, she wished she was at one of those planets far away from the horror and terror she was living in.

She was not afraid of him, not anymore. She didn't care for all the beatings he would give her, when he was mad, or when she would spit her hateful insults at him. Physical pain wasn't important, not anymore. Now, he was destroying her in a whole another way. Mentally.

Her name was Beya: a half-breed—half Saiyan, half human—and the only thing that was keeping her alive was her hate and need for the revenge. Today she turned fourteen, and the only present she got was one day free, and of course she knew the reason -why- she got that present.

He wanted her to spend that day alone, so she would remember once and for all that she was alone in this huge universe. There was no place for her, she didn't seem to fit anywhere, anymore.

And worst thing was that plan of his worked. By now, she was so depressed that she wanted to just drop dead. Yeah, if she could drop dead. Suicide was impossible here; if you even managed to kill yourself, they would revive you. If you committed suicide anyway, after they revived you, they would make life so painful for you that you would wish that you have never died in the first place. Ironic, huh?

But her dear master won't have his way with her. Never will she let him have his way with her.

A cold chuckle could be heard as Beya started to think about her two little secrets that her moron-of-a-master never noticed. God, he was stupid. The first secret was pretty simple: she had friends, something he would never allow. Her so called –master- always told her that she was forbidden to have so-called emotions. He would always tell her that she was born to be a cold blooded killer, and that she would became one. Well, she was a killer, but also had feelings.

She had feelings for only two girls, her best friends.

With her white-as-plaster hands, Beya lifted the one and only picture she possessed. Her aqua orbs glared at the picture. In the middle stood a twelve-year-old girl with aqua hair and eyes that matched her hair color. Her locks was pretty long and were silky and shiny. She was wearing a battle suit that looked like a new one. She was smiling, sort of; her cold and distant eyes were staring at some invisible spot. Her body was a very nice shape; she wasn't too muscular, her body looked really perfect, just as it should have. Across the girl's chest there was a small word written in black writing «elite». And that girl was Beya, two years ago.

The girl to her left side had red hair and matching colored eyes. She had on the same suit as the girl next to her. The girl's hair was cut short but still looked very feminine. She was grinning widely, but if you looked closely, you could see some blood droplets on her battle suit. It looked as if she was hurt but the expression on her face was showing the opposite. The girl's name was Teirra. Also an elite.

The girl who clung onto Beya's right side was Surreal. She had black long hair that was reached her waist. Her serious, jet black eyes contradicted the wide smile she had stretched her lips into. Just like Beya and Teirra, she too was an elite. The three girls in the picture were Saiyans; they thought that they were the only ones. Little did they know that they weren't. Not even close.

Beya glanced at her watch. 13:00. Soon they would arrive. She couldn't wait. Beya was almost going insane.

She was feeling depressed and really angry. On one side, she wanted to die, and finish her misery, and on the other she wanted to choke that master of hers. Well it wasn't that hard to decide which one of these things she was going do, or at least try.

She was woken up from her endless thoughts and plans by a knock on the door. Soon after the knock, she heard two girls chuckle. Her still lips stretched to a smile, as she opened the door.

Beya moved to the side and let Teirra and Surreal in. Now she felt much better. She knew that one day, really soon, she will kill that monster, her master, Frieza.