AGE: 737

She was a Princess. A true Saiyan warrior among the elites. She was the incarnation of carnage and destruction. The epitome of wrath and savagery. A true Saiyan with an unbreakable spirit. A force to be reckoned with.

Her name was Rhuma.

Rhuma's lips widened to an evil grin as she outstretched her hand, palm charging with violent red energy. The cyan slugs before her cowered. They'd seen what had happened to their comrades; their remains were painted on the ground around them. They knew what she was capable of. What she was going to do to them.

The power fled her hands. It consumed the beings, and their screams filled his ears. Their bodies fell limp. One landed face down in the sand. The other was already decomposing, turning to ash before Rhuma's eyes as she watched.

The screams ended and all that remained was the smell of death and destruction, suffocating Rhuma's nostrils and mouth in an instant. Rhuma smirked as she rolled around and strode towards Vegeta, Nappa, and Raditz. Her caretaker grinned over at him, crossing his massive arms, a laugh bursting from his chest.

"Nice job Rhuma. You sure showed those slugs what you can do." Nappa said.

Rhuma placed her hands on her hips, casting a smirk at her twin brother sitting on a rock while eating a purple fruit. "Well, it's to be expected, Nappa. My skills are hard to compete with."

Vegeta paused and glanced up at his caretaker.

"What did I tell you, Nappa? Stop kissing up." Vegeta snapped, shifting his gaze towards Rhuma with a glare and a smirk. "Gloat while you can, Rhuma, but all it will take is for me to jump to another planet and your score will look pitiful."

Nappa chuckled, glancing at the ground where the remains of slugs laid dead. "Only eight years old, and the two of you can get better time than most of our warriors."

"What did you expect?" Vegeta scoffed, taking another bite of his food before swallowing and grinning wickedly, his tail twisting behind him. "We're of royal blood. Really, you shouldn't even be surprised, Nappa."

Raditz approached the trio while bringing his hands over his head, looking up at the sun in the sky.

"So our jobs are done right? What should we do now?" Raditz asked, looking between the trio. Nappa hummed thoughtfully.

"Well, we should—"

"Guys!"

Rhuma, Vegeta, Nappa, and Raditz froze. The four turned their heads to see who had called them. Running to them were a group of Saiyan elites. All of them wearing similar armor with different color variations of their Scouters.

"We got a message from the Frieza Force," one in the middle explained. "A meteor collided with Planet Vegeta. Our whole world has been obliterated!"

Nappa and Raditz gasped. Vegeta and Rhuma's eyes narrowed, but remained silent.

"Our whole world was obliterated!" Nappa repeated. "Impossible!"

"That means most of the Saiyan race was completely wiped out." One elite Saiyan added.

"But how? They should have detected the approaching meteor." Nappa wondered aloud, shaking his head in wonder. "We would've noticed something like that. They must have missed the signal, somehow."

Raditz frowns at the ground.

"Well, I guess we're pretty lucky, aren't we?" He glanced at Vegeta and Rhuma. "It's a good thing we decided to ignore Frieza's order to head home."

Vegeta clicked his tongue.

"Now I'll never get to be King Vegeta." He growled bitterly.

Rhuma folded her arms and glanced at Vegeta.

"You think you're upset? How do you think I feel?"

Nappa steps up to Vegeta and Rhuma with the elites following behind. "Vegeta, Rhuma, you two have a brother, don't you?"

Vegeta pauses for a moment. He glances back.

"Oh, yeah, I wonder if he got blown up too? Huh, not that it matters." Vegeta replied, redirecting his gaze back to his food before taking a bite.

Rhuma glanced at the ground and frowned briefly. Though Tarble was a weak Saiyan by birth, she was the only one among the royal family that secretly cared about him. The last time she and Tarble ever spoke to one another was before she and Vegeta went off to their next assignment. That was yesterday and she hadn't heard from him since.

The elites all share a look with each other.

"And you had a brother as well?" One Saiyan elite on the left asks, turning to Raditz.

"Hmm... Yeah, but he was just gonna be a lower-class warrior." Raditz explains. "He was still at home sleeping in a nursing capsule; the disgrace. Wait... I think Mum said she sent Kakarot off the planet in a pod though. Oh well, I couldn't care any less." Raditz waves off.

Rhuma turned away from the group and walked forward down the hill. Vegeta notices this, then swallows down the last piece of fruit, and stands up. He fastens his red cape on his back over his armor before trailing after his sister.

Rhuma already had donned her own cape, which was flowing out behind her as she stood with her arms to her sides. She stared at her clenched gloved hands. They itched to fight again, despite having destroyed so many of the planet's inhabitants mere moments before. Vegeta stepped by her side and glanced back at her, his eyes narrowed.

"That tyrant won't be around forever, Rhuma," he muttered. "He knows we're powerful, that's why he wiped out almost our entire race because of a single overriding fear."

"The legendary super saiyan," Rhuma assumed, glancing at Vegeta. Vegeta nodded.

Vegeta went to her side and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"We're the Prince and Princess of all Saiyans," he said to her, his tone laced with both fury and determination. "We're warriors, and with the royal blood of the fiercest race in the universe! We will not be under his boot for long. But until then…" He looked away by glancing up at the sky. "We have to play along. Indeed, we're strong, you and I. But we're no match for Frieza."

Rhuma also glanced up at the sky with Vegeta.

"Not yet…" Rhuma muttered.

Vegeta nodded and both he and his sister had a smirk gracing their lips.

"One day, Rhuma, we will kill him."

AGE: 740

"Rhuma?"

The nine-year-old Saiyan who had grown much destroying Saiybamen. Though she was the smallest of the remaining members of her race, her limbs were still toned with muscle, her aura still flexed with power. She kept her tail wrapped about her waist now, and she wore a Scouter with a crimson screen.

Rhuma was in her armor, the shoulder pads out to the sides, and with a blue body suit beneath. No longer did she bear the red cape she did when she was seven. After all, Lord Frieza didn't see a need for a royalty line when there were only five Saiyans left alive since the meteor destroyed their planet and everyone on it. Including King Vegeta.

Addressing her was Frieza's mid ranking soldier, Appule. He was loyal and obedient, obeying orders from both Zarbon and Frieza with immediate effect. He seems somewhat competent and intelligent. At least compared to some of the other soldiers. Rhuma opened her eyes and turned her gaze towards Appule.

"What is it?" Rhuma returned, narrowing her eyes.

Appule gulped nervously, knowing that if he offended the princess somehow, he wouldn't live to see tomorrow. He was a purple alien, with some yellow spots on his body and also has yellow spots on his large long head while he doesn't seem to possess a nose. He wears the traditional battle armor but has never been seen wearing a scouter.

"Um, you're needed on deck." Appule stated, glancing at the floor out of fear.

"For what?" Rhuma demanded.

"F-Forgive me. I wasn't given the details," Appule said, folding his hands behind his back. A Frieza soldier next to Appule spoke up.

"Just that you were needed. That's all, Princess." His tone was wary.

"Tch, fine," Rhuma muttered.

Rhuma left the lounge quarters she had been in and into the hall, heading along the curved path to the main deck. She hated being on special missions with the emperor himself. She wished she could just be with Vegeta and Nappa right now. Being anywhere near that tyrant of an emperor made her skin crawl and anger swim in her veins.

Considering the fact that he's treating her, her brother, and Nappa like slaves. But Vegeta had encouraged her to keep up the act a while longer. Just until they were strong enough, or an opportunity presented itself to overthrow the tyrant.

Upon entering the deck, Rhuma spotted Zarbon and Dodoria on either side of Frieza himself, loyal dogs as ever. Zarbon with his pale green skin, pretty face and long braided blue hair, bearing jewelry fit for a mistress. And Dodoria, a blob of pink with spikes along his hairless head and arms.

And finally Frieza. He was a small creature, sitting in a floating throne like a child playing at King. Two horns jutted from his head and a long tail lolled out the side. His sneering, purple face did nothing but infuriate Rhuma.

But she dropped to one knee anyway, bowing her head, narrowing at the ground.

"You've summoned me?" Rhuma asked, looking up.

"Indeed, Rhuma," Frieza said, smirking at her as she stood. "Vegeta and Nappa are busy heading off to emptying another planet, and I got news of something a bit interesting."

Rhuma perked a brow. "That being?"

"It's just a simple thing," Frieza drawled. "My men have reported an apparently inhabited planet on the north end of the galaxy, one with advanced technology that could be quite useful for the Frieza Force. While I could just send a small troop to claim it." Frieza smirked at her. "I thought, well, that you could take care of this for me."

It took every fiber in Rhuma's being not to growl but she bowed her head. "Of course, Lord Frieza. I'll leave at once."

"Excellent," Frieza said. "There's a pod waiting for you with the coordinates already placed."

Rhuma nodded and left the room. As soon as the door closed behind her, a surge of anger coursed through her. She began striding down the lengthy corridors.

Rhuma glared ahead, clenching her teeth. She eagerly anticipated the day when she would crush his head beneath her boot. Every action he had taken, every belittling remark that had escaped his thin lips, would be a source of deep regret for him.

She pressed a hand to her Scouter.

"Vegeta."

Her brother responded in a moment. Since the destruction of their home planet years ago, they had endured numerous hardships, resulting in only four of their people remaining. Now, they were compelled to work under a despicable creature who treated them as mere tools for his own purposes.

"Rhuma."

"I'm being sent on a mission," Rhuma said briskly, careful of her words. She knew this com channel was heard by Frieza. "It should not take me long."

She heard the sounds of destruction on Vegeta's end, and Nappa's laugh in the background. Vegeta grunted and responded. "Very well. Good hunting."

"The planet I'm scouting supposedly has advanced technology that will benefit Frieza," Rhuma replied. "Definitely will be a good hunt."

"Contact me when you return," Vegeta said, and the com cut.

Rhuma nodded thoughtfully. Vegeta had been all business ever since that day two years ago. But she could read subtle hints in his words easily. The two of them had always been able to tell what the other was thinking. The bond they shared was strong, and it was the one thing that Frieza could not take from them.

Rhuma let out a sigh and proceeded forward.

The first station erupted into a brilliant fireball that was swiftly compressed on itself. Rhuma had made the first attack, quickly arcing through space to fire another yellow blast and create another detonation above the planet's atmosphere. Easily annihilated what looked like heavily fortified bases in three swift blows. Her next attack seemed to scatter into a thousand sparks, as every single explosion was accompanied with blinding light.

The bright light suddenly faded to reveal dozens upon dozens of ships scattered throughout the desert area around the destroyed base. Some were intact while others were damaged beyond recognition. As she landed, she immediately noticed an army of six-thousand troops in front of her. They stood their ground firmly even as Rhuma approached the army slowly. These desert warriors wore armor adorned with different colors and patterns that were mostly covered by cloaks.

Rhuma chuckled with a widened grin. Her Saiyan instincts told her to fight and test their mettle. Her blood practically screamed to cut loose against the enemy. Every warrior that stood before her were genuinely shaking out of fear of her power.

"Color me disappointed," Rhuma began to speak, a smile present which made the scene of her all the more unnerving. "I expected a good fight. But you're all nothing more than common trash."

All the warriors stared in horror at her aura and the expression on her face. It was a look they've never seen before. The look of unabated lust for battle and violence. Of all the Saiyans they've seen, they all could only compare this figure to that of a monster. A true Saiyan, embodying their best and their worst attributes.

"HA!" Rhuma cried out, unleashing a bodily wide Ki that sent the armored warriors reeling. There were still thousands of them but she knew her abilities, her skills and her training. She could handle this kind of threat.

When one warrior unleashed a wide blaze of blue flames from one hand, instinctively causing Rhuma to create a barrier to mitigate it. She then proceeded to use this opening to charge towards him, slicing through the warrior's left arm with her own Ki blade. When he fell, Rhuma then grabbed him by his right arm and yanked him over. Flicking him onto his back, she then brought her blade down on his torso, severing the warrior's throat.

Another warrior raised an energy weapon and blasted her with red ki projectiles. She blocked each shot by deflecting it with her own blade. After blocking and evading the blasts, she then kicked him away. Sending said warrior flying. Right raised, aiming at the flying warrior. An emerald ball of energy built up from Rhuma's palm and launched toward the warrior's heart. It struck, sending the warrior farther to the air before the emerald ball of energy exploded into a flash of green.

She turned to face the rest of the army. Her lips widening into a devilish smirk. The enemy warriors cowered slightly at the sight of such a terrifying being, not wanting to confront such a powerful opponent.

Rhuma grinned and shot a huge yellow wave of energy.

A/N: And that's chapter five my little shimmerings! As you all have read from this chapter, I'd like to introduce everyone to another little female Saiyan who assumes is the last female of her race: Rhuma - Vegeta's twin sister. On the day she was born alongside her brother, she was born with a power-level of 586. Yeah, she's as strong as her brother.

If you thought Vegeta's power was intimidating when he and Nappa arrived on earth, imagine how powerful Rhuma will be when she gets older. Next chapter will feature Goku and others proceeding their journey to find the dragon balls, and I'll be stating how strong he and the girls have gotten through their training. I'll be taking my leave now. Hope you all have a good day or night wherever you are.

See you all in the next chapter my little shimmerings!