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Chapter 1 The Lost Heir


In the heart of the Saiyan Empire, secrets simmered beneath the veneer of power and conquest. The ruling Vegeta family, revered for their strength and cunning, held sway over a vast galactic domain. Yet, behind their glory lay a shrouded truth—a truth buried deep within the annals of Saiyan history.

Five centuries prior, treachery had stained the royal lineage. The main branch of the Royal Saiyan family, custodians of ancient wisdom and revered guardians of the empire's sacred knowledge, had been ruthlessly betrayed. In a night of shadows and whispers, they were slaughtered as they slept, their legacy poised on the brink of oblivion.

Unknown to the usurpers, however, the heir of the main family had been a child of ten winters. Amidst the chaos and bloodshed, this child—the last hope of a vanquished legacy—survived. With wisdom beyond his years, he safeguarded the most prized possession of his lineage—the sacred library of the Royal Saiyans. Using ancient rites known only to the heirs, he sealed the library with blood locks, ensuring that its secrets would endure through the ages, awaiting the rightful heir's return.

Now, five centuries later, fate wove its tapestry anew. In a distant corner of the galaxy, amidst the swirling nebulae and stars, a young girl named Kushina found herself at the threshold of destiny. Her life had been one of shadows, shaped by tragedy from an early age. Her parents, respected Saiyan warriors, perished when she was but five standard years old. Alone yet undaunted, she clung to the faint echoes of her father's last words, etched in a letter that guided her to a mysterious location—a location whispered to harbor truths long buried.

Kushina, with her raven-black hair cascading like silken night, stood before the hidden entrance to the ancient Saiyan library. The air crackled with anticipation as she hesitated only briefly before placing her hand upon the sealed door. The blood locks recognized her lineage, responding to the dormant Saiyan blood that flowed through her veins. With a soft hum and a subtle shift of stone, the entrance yielded to her touch, revealing a realm frozen in time.

Stepping into the forgotten sanctuary, Kushina beheld the vast expanse of knowledge preserved within. Scrolls and tomes, artifacts and relics—testaments to a civilization that had once stretched across galaxies. Her heart raced with a mixture of awe and apprehension, for she knew that within these hallowed halls lay the answers to questions that had haunted her since childhood.

Yet, her discovery was not without peril. The shadows of history whispered warnings of a legacy steeped in betrayal and bloodshed. The tale of her ancestors, their triumphs and their ultimate betrayal, echoed in the stillness of the library. As Kushina traced her fingers over the dusty spines of ancient texts, she understood the weight of her legacy—the responsibility that had been passed down through generations, waiting for her to reclaim.

In the quiet of the library, amidst the scent of aged parchment and the faint hum of ancient knowledge, Kushina made a vow. She would unearth the truth buried within these walls. She would honor the memory of those who had been lost, and she would reclaim the rightful place of the main branch of the Royal Saiyans. For she was Kushina, heir to a legacy forged in secrets and bound by destiny's unyielding hand.

Twenty years had passed since Kushina first discovered the ancient Saiyan library, nestled in the depths of a forgotten corner of the galaxy. She had grown from a curious and determined girl into a young woman of remarkable strength and beauty, her long black hair flowing like a river of midnight silk. The knowledge she had unearthed in the library had become both her burden and her purpose, guiding her steps in ways she had never imagined.

On a fateful day, Kushina stood before the towering spires of Planet Vegeta, the heart of the Saiyan Empire. Her hands clasped a small, unassuming capsule—yet within it lay the entirety of the ancient library, condensed to the size of atoms through her ingenuity and the power of her Saiyan technology. It was a testament to her skill and determination, a treasure she vowed to safeguard and, if fate willed it, to share with the universe.

As she prepared to depart, her spacepod shimmering with the faint glow of Saiyan technology, fate intervened once more in the form of an unexpected catastrophe. An asteroid, hurtling through the void with deadly intent, collided with her fragile vessel. The impact was sudden and violent, sending shockwaves through space and tearing at the fabric of her ship.

In the chaos that followed, Kushina's instincts and training took over. With swift precision, she engaged emergency protocols, attempting to stabilize her damaged craft. Yet, before she could regain control, the force of the collision propelled her unwittingly into the gravitational pull of a nearby black hole—an abyssal maw that devoured light and defied comprehension.

With nerves of steel and the resolve of her royal lineage, Kushina faced the unthinkable. As the event horizon loomed closer, threatening to consume her and everything she held dear, she summoned the essence of her Saiyan heritage—the Royal Purple Ki, a manifestation of her innate power and lineage. With a gesture borne of desperation and determination, she cast a protective shield around herself and her imperiled spacepod.

For five harrowing minutes, Kushina hurtled through the unfathomable depths of the black hole. The fabric of space-time twisted and contorted around her, a surreal ballet of cosmic forces that defied mortal understanding. Her consciousness teetered on the brink of oblivion, yet her will remained unbroken, sustained by the pulsing energy of her Ki.

And then, as swiftly as it had begun, the maelstrom subsided. The void released its grip, and Kushina drifted into a realm untouched by mortal hands—a realm known only to the divine, where gods and celestial beings held sway over the cosmos.

Whis and Lord Beerus resided in a realm beyond mortal comprehension. Whis, the ever-watchful attendant, sat serenely at the dining table while Beerus, the indomitable God of Destruction, savored his meal after five centuries of slumber.

Their tranquil existence was abruptly shattered by a seismic shockwave that rippled through the fabric of their realm, jolting them from their contemplation. Whis, attuned to the nuances of the universe, rose gracefully from his seat, his gaze scanning the celestial expanse for the source of disturbance.

Beerus, his ancient eyes narrowed with intrigue, followed Whis' lead as they both sensed the anomaly. Their divine senses honed in on a crater that marred the otherwise pristine landscape—a violent testament to a celestial impact.

Within the heart of the crater lay a Saiyan spacepod, its sleek design contrasting starkly with the rugged terrain. As Beerus moved with instinctual fury to obliterate the intruding vessel, Whis intervened with a calm authority that bespoke his millennia of wisdom.

"Lord Beerus, please hold," Whis' voice resonated with a serene authority, halting Beerus' divine wrath. "There is someone inside."

With a gesture as graceful as the dance of galaxies, Whis summoned his scepter—a conduit to the mysteries of time and space. With a gentle touch, he unraveled the threads of reality to peer into the mystery within the pod.

Moments passed, each one stretching into eternity within the divine realm. Whis' expression softened imperceptibly as he delved into the cosmic weave, his insight piercing the veil of mortal and immortal realms alike.

"Her name is Kushina," Whis murmured, his voice carrying the weight of revelation. "She is the descendant of a Saiyan royal family, once friends with you, Lord Beerus."

Beerus, intrigued by the mention of an old alliance and the sudden appearance of a descendant from a noble lineage, halted his destructive intent. The tale of betrayal and survival resonated with his own ancient memories, stirring a rare curiosity within the God of Destruction.

"Explain," Beerus commanded, his voice a low rumble that echoed through the celestial expanse.

And so, Whis began to weave the tale—a story of a Saiyan royal family, guardians of ancient wisdom and allies of Beerus in epochs past. They had been betrayed and slaughtered, their legacy all but erased from history. All but one—the youngest scion of the family—who had survived that fateful night through cunning and the legacy of his ancestors.

"As the sole survivor," Whis continued, his voice resonating with solemnity, "the young scion safeguarded the sacred knowledge of his lineage in a hidden library, protected by blood locks that could only be accessed by his descendants."

"And now," Whis concluded, his gaze shifting to the unconscious form of Kushina within the pod, "after five centuries adrift in the currents of time and space, fate has guided her to our doorstep."


The End

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