Hey guys. Shit, it's really been a while, hasn't it? Thank you for sticking around, eh? Sorry, I got drowned with end-of-the-year tests, finals, all of that high school crap. Anyway, So I have a little resting period between and my next final, , so I'm throwing this chapter up while I have the chance.

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Giza and I sat in bed, me picking at my fingernails, her looking through dad's notebook. I looked at her, who seemed absorbed in reading the stuff in the book, which I frankly couldn't understand: it was written in Saiyasi. Saiyansi was the Language of the Ancient Saiyans, who only the highest of the Royal Protection Squadron Elites could read for the sole purpose of passing out secret messages to other members in order to protect the King. She had learned through father, who was the strongest member of the RPSE. He wasn't supposed to teach that to any non-member, but I guessed that seeing this coming, he had made sure to pass on his teachings to her.

Dad...

Where are you...

I felt lost without him. He had always taken good care of me, despite being overly busy and favoring my sister.

I hoped he was ok. That nightmare earlier had really scared me. So much, in fact, that I felt broken.

"You ok, Kirko?" My sister looked up from her reading and closed the book, holding it tightly to her chest like a schoolgirl. I smiled at her, feeling the tight knot in my chest slightly unfurl. I still felt guilty for the whole ordeal that had happened almost 2 days ago, with me blasting the ceiling and everything. She had just yesterday night stopped crying completely any time she looked at me. She would lay there, in bed, traumatized, and any time she would look at me, she would shiver, scared, and shrivel up in fear, breaking into tears and turning her head to the wall again. The whole time I felt so bad, as if I was some sort of demon. Something evil, powerful was inside me.

`I felt as if I was like Frieza.

So I isolated myself from her, struggling to keep my mind off the topic. She finally woke up this morning, while I slept on the cold floor in the opposite corner of the room, and she hugged me, waking me up. She apologized, tears streaming, saying she felt like shit for leaving me to drown in the darkness. She said she knew it wasn't my fault.

She had then picked me up, laying me on the bed next to her, then cuddled me to sleep, like she used to after that day when mom was taken away from us.

I cried myself to sleep in her arms.

We had woken up after a small nap, eating a little bit of tankerfruit, a blue, usually sour fruit. I really liked it. Then she had sat to read a little, and I just picked up, here and there.

"Yeah, I'm fine" I responded to her earlier question.

"Why are you so quiet, then? This isn't like you."

I frowned, a little smile hitting the corner of my mouth. "WHAT ARE YOU TRYIING TO SAY!?" I spazzed at her. She just smiled.

She shifted, her hair loosely moving with her. I stood up, walking away from my sister. She was definitely fine again. I saw her backpack, and I smiled, wondering if I should grow some Saibamen to spar. I needed to stretch my legs, do something. But I was afraid they would get too wreckless. My sister was always there if needed, but still...

Gizabelia had gone back to reading.

I decided to grow the Saibamen.

My sister looked up, about to say something, when I bent over.

I picked up the backpack, smiling at her. The backpack was almost weightless in my hand, I noticed as I almost flung it by accident.

As I flipped it over my shoulder, I stuck out my tongue and began rummaging through her backpack.

"Hey!" Giza yelled form the bed, throwing daddy's notebook aside.

In an instant, she was before me, so fast my eyes, my brain couldn't comprehend.

And I thought she was scary before.

She stood before me, not understanding what had just happened either.

"Giza?" I asked. She looked up at me, speechless at her newfound speed.

So Gizabelia's powers had also been increased…

"Yeah?" She asked, finally slowly looking up at me from her hands.

"I think we've become stronger. There's something—"

It hit me pretty fucking hard.

I was almost the same height as Giza. Maybe two inches from her height? I had always thought I was going to be short forever, that I was going to look up to Giza for the rest of my life. Giza had been pretty tall for a Saiyan girl, reaching a little over 5' 11". Most girls, like our mother, tended to stop growing at about the height of 5' 5". Even males of our race seemed to be around 5' 9", so Gizabelia was a pretty tall female, often referred to as a "Towering Brunette with the legs of death." My sister held most of her height due to her long, muscular legs. She was skinny up above, slightly built, with brown hair, an oak colored 4' long tail, and long brown hair that she prided in. Saiyan women often had very wild hair, due to their tendency to fight, so they cut it short. Gizabelia, however, was good at fighting with the hair, and she had refused to cut it since she was conscious about her ability to change her hair style. She sported two bangs across her forehead, covering her left eye from view, and then another that passed slightly above her right. She had smooth hair that went all the way down to her lower back. Right now, she wore her usual garments, which consisted of a black full body suit, red gloves and boots and basic abdominal Saiyan armor, which only covered her main torso, her breasts, and hung from her shoulders. She used to be flat chested before we passed out.

I frowned.

How long had it been since the blast?

Had anyone else survived?

"Fuck…" I said, rubbing my hand through my short brown hair. I had spiky short hair, like the Prince's, and bangs that I always lifted to lay above my eyebrows. They all aimed to my right, with the exception of one short one that just served as a little sideburn to my left ear. I wore black arrows, or gages, as they are called on Earth. They were about as thin as pencil lead, and I liked them that way. Black eyes like my sister, as well as a brown tail, except for mine being a little shorter, 3' 7". I looked behind, at the tail, smiling. It waged a little, restrained. I needed to learn how to control it perfect, or otherwise, it could lead to a serious problem in battle. I was very skinny, but long and lean, slender.

I was a disappointment to my race as a child, containing less than average muscle mass and fat.

I was going to train and become stronger, gain power, muscle. I refused to be weak and venerable, I thought as I clenched my fist.

I was going to show my father what I was worth…

If he was even alive.

I stood up, clenching my fists in my purple gloves. I wore only a dark grey sleeve-less jumpsuit, purple and white boots as well as gloves, and nothing else; I wasn't in the academy, so I hadn't been awarded my cadet's armor yet.

"Give me my back!" My sister spazzed at me.

"Fine" I said, pulled back into reality.

A smile lit up my face again. "Come get it"

"Oh, so it's going to be like that, huh?!" She frowned, flipping her head to readjust her hair.