Fire.

Fire and utter decimation.

These were the things that lingered fresh in her mind. The feeling of heat on her skin from the pure heat radiating from the burning remnants of civilization.

It was the last thing she could remember before she awakened in a completely different state. Rather than the scorching feeling of burning, everything was cold and hard. She was weak and barely conscious, dully lit rooms being all that she could distinguish through her blurring vision.

That was all that she could remember then.

In the moments before her life became what it was now.

Like a beacon of bitter karma raining down these hellfires upon those that stole her as revenge, it seemed like justice was finally coming full circle. Those same fires she experienced, that these people kindled with their own hands were now being fire down upon them in the same way.

From her perch within a cage-like containment unit, she watched as one by one, each of them faced the same fate: complete obliteration on the spot.

These people suddenly seemed so weak that there were hardly even remnants of their person after being blasted.

She sat up to the edge of the cage, peering through the spaces in the jagged 'bars' that kept her contained. The piercing yellow rings of her eyes amidst the black of her sclera scanned the carnage with little expression outside of a twinge of disbelief. Her hand, dyed a peachy orange reached up over the bars of the cage, resting there as she lied in wait.

She could escape..., She could have escaped at any time, but that was only escaping from the containment. Her usual problem was that she could get out of there, but the numerous people could overpower her if they caught wind of her escape.

With this attack going on...

"I finally have a chance..." Her hoarse, weak voice barely managed to reach her own ears over the sound of the ground splitting apart or the deafening cries just outside.

Outstretching her palm over the jagged bar, she pushed, attempting to carefully inhibit her strength as not to draw attention to her. With a solid grip and careful wriggle, the bar was dislodged form its place, breaking like crystal. With only a couple more out of the way and placed in the cage behind her, she was able to clear a suitable space.

Carefully bringing out her leg, she weaved her tattered clothing through the space with her, avoiding every chance to snag on anything.

Her eyes scanned the area, and once done, she bent, aiming to jump to a higher ledge. She had tried this escape routes a few time and got decently far. There was a place on the other side with a dividend capable of squeezing into. If she could just make it there, she could possibly go undetected.

As soon as she leaped, she felt the top portion of her collar being snatched up, and her immediate reaction came into play. From her mouth shot beams of ki, her body flailing viciously against this unseen figure. Her tail whipped from her back, smacking into the figure at her rear. Once feeling it was there with her tail, her body tucked in,, as if ready to attempt struggling free once more, but was supplemented by the outward stretch of her leg to kick out with momentum against the figure.

"Ghk!"

As the cry of pain sounded, she squirmed, able to free herself from the grip. Her foot touched down on the ledge, head shifting to try getting a look at what exactly she was dealing with.

They were intergalactic species of all shapes, sizes, and colors. The only thing she could distinguish that unified them was that they were all wearing the same armor. Her eyes took each of them in with swiftness and precision, resembling the predatory look of a feral animal. There were about four or five of them around.

'My kick hurt him...' She thought momentarily, 'These guys aren't so tough. They're stronger than the ones that captured me first... but there aren't nearly as many of them.'

Her lips upturned into a strong pout, fists clenching at her sides, 'I can take them...'

As the first rushed forward, she was already in the midst of making her move, stepping back once as he started with a hook, and ducking under the punch of the one that acted behind her. As the circle closed in slightly, she swept her leg clockwise, knocking down two that recovered with flight.

'I expected that.' She didn't want to knock them down, just make them back up. They were toying with her right now, so most normal threats like ki, she wasn't too concerned about.

As the two flew back to escape, she ran out towards them, causing the other to fly in order to follow, as they fired ki, she leaped, effectively leading their aim to follow her.

Once she took to the air, their stream of ki coming out to trail her, she really let them get a taste. The flurry of ki approaching her from behind, were suddenly long out of her range, her speed picking up massively as she took an abrupt nose dive to allow the ki to suddenly crash into each other, from the three or so behind her, and the two in front. There wouldn't be nearly enough ki from the two to clash with the three, leading to them taking the brunt of the hit, blinded by the smoke of the collision they caused.

"Hmn!" She huffed, turning whilst floating not far above the ground and opening her mouth, a thin, but rapidly coning ray of orangey ki blasting out at them. From here, she touched down on the ground amidst the debris. She would doubt it would kill them, but this way, they would have to look for her if they wanted her.

'Finally..!' She hopefully thought to herself. As instinct would have it, she peered back for a moment, seeing them right on her trail. 'What the Hell? How did they find me so fast..!?'

"She thought it would be that easy?" She heard one of them scoff.

"We're in the deeper parts of space, I'm sure they haven't seen something like a scouter a day in their lives!"

A haughty bunch, but that was besides the point. 'That must be what they're using to find me...' She thought, peering back once more at them to see if there was anything she could exploit to slow them down or if there were any incoming attacks she would need to avoid.

Much to her surprise, she instead she saw that they had stopped flying after her entirely.

'Did they just lose interest?' She thought, brows knitting suspiciously at the unusual behavior. 'No, that isn't right. At least one of them would keep it up. They wouldn't just all lose interest at once...' Her gaze turned back to face front, her eyes snapping open to the obstruction affront her, though it was too late in that moment. A tall male, with deep green hair and pale blue skin quickly snatched her up - both of her wrists firmly and accurately swiped and gripped in just one of his hands.

"Oh?" He mused, raising his arms and taking a good luck at the captive he had just taken on. "Well you don't look like a Garinian, now do you?"

Growling savagely, she attempted again, arching and kicking and trying to struggle against his grip. This time, it was much different. He was only holding her with one arm, and yet all of her body weight was hardly enough to make it even budge. Desperation running high, and will to escape encroaching on her person, she fired off more beams from her mouth, each one easily misdirected by his alternate hand merely shifting the direction of her mouth with strong fingers against her jaw. Even with all of that pent up power, he made it seem like a simple matter. a

"Now, now, no need to behave so hideously." Though his choice of words should have felt calming, they felt instead, cutting and sharp, as if he were trying to taunt her instead.

Her hardened, cold yellow eyes stared into his own, appearing so ill-intended and dark, that they nearly looked through him.

"Zarbon!" One of the other soldiers spoke up. So there were six of them total after all, "What are we to do with her?"

"I say we kill her! The little wench kicked me in the stomach!" Another, much more crude-speaking soldier spoke up in displeasure, "It was an eradication mission, anyhow, wasn't it?"

"That it was," Zarbon casually remarked, peering back down at the girls' rage-filled eyes, "But our mission was to eradicate the Garinian race. This doesn't look like one to you, now does it?" He seemed to have a perpetual smirk locked on his face, a look that pushed more malice out of the girl's eyes. "I say we take her to Lord Frieza, he may have different plans."

Her eyes widened, mouth open to reveal the slivered fangs in her mouth. "NO!" When she heard words like that, it gave her the same disgusting feeling of when she was captured. If they took interest, she would find herself in another prison.

"So you can speak," The male taunted once more, turning away despite her now much more vocal cries and pleads for freedom.

As she was shackled and placed inside the pod, she was certain her future was sealed. She had the will to escape, but not the will to die. More than anything did she want to escape the shackles of captivity, but it was not a case of 'anything goes'. Dread and lament crept into her mind, regret for attempting escape, but then, with those scouters they mentioned, they would have simply found her anyway. Freed from one cage, just to be stuffed into another.

By the time the trip had concluded, her anger was subsiding, but her hatred was just reaching its peak.

When the man known as Zarbon dragged her into the unfamiliar room by her shackles, she stared at the creature before her. The one they had informed her went by the name of Frieza.

She was resigned.

In this moment she was prepared to accept the fates that she would be greeted with: either another cage would be awaiting her to live out the rest of her days, or she would be killed on the spot, a prisoner of fate.

But her eyes.

Those clouded, scathing eyes filled with contempt and darkness...

...He could use someone with such eyes.

The tyrant raised a hand, looking down at her with the appraising eyes of a god as he spoke.

"Pache." His voice rang out, soft and relaxed despite the gravity of the situation they were currently faced with. Just as always, the current air meant nothing to him - nothing outside of his control and nothing he couldn't handle.

Filled with an internal excitement for the address she received, the peachy orange skinned girl lowered before him in a bow of the utmost respect. Her tail swayed, practically wagging to give away her enthusiasm, as she looked up from beneath her head of spiky white hair, yellow ringed eyes staring warmly and gleaming over with admiration,

"Yes, my lord?"