CHAPTER SEVEN

A spark of Hope

As she approached, Zukanna felt the energy levels intensifying. The area below seemed alive with activity, structures dotted the landscape, and the concentration of power levels indicated a significant presence. She landed gracefully; her senses heightened as she took in her surroundings.

The landscape was lush, with towering trees and vibrant flora. In the distance, she could see what appeared to be a settlement. Zukanna focused her energy, blending into the environment, and began to make her way toward the source of the power levels.

As she moved closer, she noticed groups of individuals gathered, their energy signatures resonating with a mix of tension and urgency. Curiosity sparked within her. Who were these beings? What was the cause of the energy concentration?

She crept closer, keeping to the shadows, eager to learn more about this new world and its inhabitants. The thrill of discovery coursed through her veins, driving her forward as she prepared to uncover the secrets of the planet.

As Zukanna approached the small aliens, she noticed their peculiar features: short stature, round bald heads, and completely black eyes, lacking noses. They seemed skittish as she greeted them, their voices urgent as they warned her to hide.

Before she could react, she sensed two high power levels approaching rapidly. They landed not far from her, revealing themselves to be blue aliens with long heads adorned with yellow spots, their bodies clad in the old Frieza Force armor. They laughed menacingly upon seeing her.

"Another Saiyan has fallen into our trap!" one of them taunted, his voice dripping with mockery.

Zukanna's curiosity piqued at the mention of another Saiyan. She had to tread carefully. Maintaining her ki suppression, she played along, adopting a casual demeanor. "Trap? What do you mean?" she asked, feigning ignorance.

The blue aliens exchanged glances, their confidence growing. "You'll find out soon enough," the second one sneered. "But don't worry, you'll have company. The others are just waiting to meet you."

Zukanna's mind raced. Others? She needed to know more about this so-called trap and the fate of any potential Saiyan allies. As the blue aliens gestured for her to follow, she complied, keeping her ki tightly under wraps while observing their movements.

They led her toward what appeared to be the capital of the small alien race. The structures were strangely beautiful, made of shimmering materials that reflected the light, casting an ethereal glow. Despite their fearsome demeanor, the little aliens scattered as they passed, glancing at her with a mix of awe and apprehension.

Inside the capital, Zukanna noticed a large gathering of the blue aliens, their laughter and chatter echoing through the halls. It seemed they were preparing for something. She scanned the area for any signs of danger or allies. The air was thick with tension, and she could sense that something significant was about to unfold.

As they approached a central chamber, Zukanna steeled herself, ready to uncover the truth behind their trap and the fate of any other Saiyans they might have captured.

As Zukanna entered the capital city, her heart sank at the sight before her. The once vibrant streets were now darkened by the shadow of oppression, filled with makeshift stalls and the sounds of alien cries. The city had been conquered and repurposed into a market for slaves, where various species were caged and displayed for sale. The realization ignited a fury within her; Guru had instilled in her a deep-seated hatred for slavery.

She was led through the throngs of alien beings, their eyes filled with fear and despair. The blue aliens pushed her forward, clearly reveling in her discomfort. Finally, they brought her to the city center, into a makeshift throne room where two imposing figures lounged on extravagant seats. One was a grotesque red alien, the other a bulbous blue creature, both bald and adorned with gaudy jewelry.

As they approached her, their leering grins only intensified her anger. They examined her appearance and Zukanna knew they could tell she was royalty from her choice of attire. "Well, well, what do we have here?" the red one taunted, his voice dripping with contempt. "The pretty Saiyan princess caught in our little trap. Lord Frieza would have loved to have you as a pet."

Zukanna held her ground, choosing silence over their taunts. She felt their power radiating around her, strong but unfocused, and she couldn't tell if they were suppressing it or if this was their full strength. Either way, she was not afraid. The knowledge of her own power surged within her, mingling with the righteous fury at the sight of enslaved beings around her.

The blue alien leaned closer, a sinister smile spreading across his face. "You should be honored, little Princess. We've captured you, and now you'll serve us, or worse, be sold off to the highest bidder."

Zukanna's fists clenched at her sides, her resolve hardening. "You think you can keep me here?" she said, her voice steady despite the anger boiling within. "You're underestimating the power of a Saiyan, and the consequences of enslaving others."

Their laughter filled the chamber, echoing off the walls as the two slavers exchanged amused glances. "Another one with a loud mouth. How quaint!" the red one sneered.

As Zukanna was led through the back her heart pounded as she took in the sight of her people, a sea of Saiyans, shackled, weak, and drained of their spirit. She scanned the faces before her, some still bearing the fiery gaze of the warrior race, while others looked hollow, weighed down by the brutal conditions they'd endured. Seeing them like this was a crushing blow, but it also ignited something deep within her, a fierce determination to free them.

The guards, distracted by her sudden stillness, didn't react in time when she smirked and clenched her fists. In a swift motion, she broke her shackles, sending the broken pieces clattering to the ground. Before the guards could comprehend what had happened, she moved like a blur, disarming them and knocking them out with precise, bone-crushing hits. They didn't stand a chance; within seconds, all four were lying unconscious at her feet.

With the guards down, she turned to the Saiyans and spoke in a commanding tone that rang through the chamber. "Saiyans! I am Zukanna, daughter of King Vegeta! We are leaving this place, and no one will stop us!"

Some looked at her with wide, disbelieving eyes, others murmured her name in awe. As she stepped forward, she saw one Saiyan boy who couldn't have been more than ten, shackled beside an older man with faded scars.

"Princess Zukanna," he whispered, barely audible. "They said we were the last… That we'd been forgotten."

Zukanna's face softened as she looked at him, then at the others. "You haven't been forgotten. I came to find you all, and I swear, no one will chain us again." She motioned to the nearest shackles, bending down to rip them apart.

The Saiyans watched, hope rekindling in their eyes as they rose slowly, reclaiming their dignity. This was their chance, and with Zukanna leading the way, they were ready to take it.

As Zukanna walked through the Saiyans, a weak hand stopped her and she turned, coming face to face with a familiar Saiyan, she then recognized him as her little brother, she embraced him, a wave of relief washing over her. "Tarble! I can't believe it's you!" She pulled back, studying his face. "How did you end up here?"

Tarble's expression darkened. "We were tricked. Frieza's men promised us safety and a chance to prove ourselves. They lured us out of hiding, claiming we'd be welcomed back into the fold. Instead, we were captured and brought here, labeled as 'weak' and 'unworthy.'"

Zukanna clenched her fists, anger boiling within her. "This is unforgivable! We need to get everyone out. Frieza is dead and won't be a problem."

"Most of the Saiyans here are those who were sent to distant planets for being deemed weak," Tarble continued, his voice low. "They're strong in their own right, but after years of hardship, they've lost hope. They were waiting for Frieza to return, thinking they'd be executed or worse."

Zukanna glanced around the room, taking in the weary faces of her fellow Saiyans. "Then we'll show them they have nothing to fear! I came looking for any Saiyan survivors, I found you and I will get you out of here alive." Tarble nodded, a spark of determination igniting in his eyes. "But we need a plan. If we charge in recklessly, we'll just be captured again. There are guards everywhere."

"Then we need to create a distraction," Zukanna proposed, her mind racing. "I will draw out their attention and you will escape and signal my ship to come pick you up."

Tarble's brow furrowed. "I can help coordinate. I know the layout of this place. We can use the old tunnels to escape unnoticed."

Zukanna smiled at her brother, feeling a renewed sense of hope. "Alright, let's gather the others and explain the plan. We're getting everyone out of here."

Zukanna gathered the Saiyans around her, her voice steady and commanding as she laid out the escape plan. She explained that she would create a diversion, giving them the chance to escape. Tarble, looking both determined and somewhat overwhelmed, stood beside her as she handed him the scouter she'd managed to hide from her captors.

"Tarble," she said firmly, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder, "take them through the tunnels I saw when they brought me here. Stay low, keep moving, and don't stop until you're well beyond the city. Blueberry is waiting to pick you up as soon as you're clear."

The Saiyans murmured amongst themselves, nerves tinged with newfound hope. Tarble nodded, clutching the scouter as he began rallying the Saiyans and leading them toward the hidden escape route. Zukanna's heart swelled with pride as she watched them disappear into the shadows, even as she prepared herself for the danger ahead.

With a final, determined glance, she turned and headed toward the throne room, her footsteps silent and her resolve unshakable. She had a message for Abo and Cado—the Saiyans would be slaves no more.

Zukanna stormed into the throne room, her aura crackling with energy, illuminating her fierce expression as her eyes locked onto Abo and Cado. The two alien slave masters flinched at her appearance, their smug expressions briefly giving way to surprise. But they quickly sneered, waving their hands dismissively.

"Do you really think someone like you could ever challenge us?" Abo jeered. "You're nothing but a stray," Cado added with a smirk. "Prove yourself if you think you're worth the trouble."

But before Zukanna could respond, fifteen elite guards sprang forward, surrounding her in an instant. She wasted no time, darting between them with incredible speed and precision. She twisted and spun, her fists and feet meeting their marks with deadly accuracy, each strike a burst of raw power. Energy blasts zipped past her, but she expertly dodged each one, retaliating with blasts of her own that sent several guards flying across the room.

One by one, the elite guards fell, outmatched by her unrelenting skill and strength. Despite their high training and equipment, they were no match for a true Saiyan warrior in her element. Within minutes, the floor was littered with the groaning forms of guards as Zukanna straightened, her gaze never wavering from Abo and Cado.

"Is that proof enough for you?" she demanded, voice steady but cold, daring them to face her.

Abo and Cado stood frozen for a moment, disbelief clouding their expressions as they took in the aftermath of Zukanna's onslaught. Their wide eyes narrowed, and Abo let out a snarl. "How can you be this strong?" he demanded.

Zukanna smirked, crossing her arms as she tilted her head arrogantly. "Ask Frieza... oh wait, you can't—I killed him."

The revelation hit them like a blow. Their shock turned to fury, both aliens gritting their teeth as their auras flared in response.

"You're lying!" Cado hissed. "There's no way a monkey like you could defeat Frieza!"

Abo stepped forward, rage pulsing off him as he clenched his fists. "We were his left and right hands," he spat. "And if you truly took him down, then we're going to make sure you pay for it, here and now!"

Zukanna lowered herself into a fighting stance, her smirk widening. "Then come and try," she taunted, her eyes gleaming with challenge.

As Abo and Cado's power erupted around them, Zukanna's suspicions were confirmed—they had been holding back. Their strength surged to a level matching hers in base form, and without warning, they lunged toward her, fists swinging and energy radiating with each strike.

Zukanna kept her composure, her movements calculated as she observed the raw, untamed nature of their attacks. Though each hit they landed bruised and stung, the lack of precision in their technique made them predictable. With quick, fluid movements, she dodged and weaved through the onslaught, her instincts and Saiyan agility guiding her effortlessly between their clumsy swings and bursts of energy.

"You think power alone will help you beat me?" she taunted, sidestepping a punch from Abo and countering with a powerful elbow to his side, causing him to stumble.

Cado roared, swinging at her in frustration, but she ducked under his arm and pivoted around him, landing a well-placed kick to his back that sent him staggering forward. Despite their strength, Abo and Cado clearly lacked the finesse of true warriors, and she was determined to use every flaw in their form to wear them down.

Zukanna's confidence surged. "You'll have to try harder if you're going to avenge Frieza," she sneered, watching as her taunt fueled their anger even more.

With their rage ignited by Zukanna's taunts, Abo and Cado unleashed more of their power, their forms rippling with raw energy. This time, they coordinated their attacks, using their size and strength to overwhelm her. Zukanna found herself on the defensive, struggling to keep up with their relentless assault.

As they continued their barrage, Zukanna felt the sting of their blows, each one landing harder than the last. They kicked her back and forth like she was a mere toy, their laughter echoing in the throne room as they reveled in her plight.

Finally, with a synchronized effort, they delivered a powerful double kick that sent her crashing to the ground, creating a small crater beneath her. Zukanna grunted in pain, the impact knocking the wind out of her lungs.

But even as she lay there, she refused to yield. Gritting her teeth, she pushed herself up, determination burning in her eyes. "Is that all you've got?" she challenged, her voice strained but defiant. She could feel the power surging within her, her Saiyan blood refusing to let her give in.

Abo and Cado exchanged glances, surprised by her resilience. They prepared for another attack, but Zukanna had a plan. With a swift motion, she focused her energy, channeling it deep within herself as she prepared to counterattack with everything she had.

Zukanna's power surged, the green aura surrounding her like a raging storm. Her short black bangs flared dramatically, and her golden eyes glinted with fierce determination. "My turn," she growled, her voice deeper and more resonant than before.

In an instant, she blitzed towards Abo and Cado, her speed overwhelming them. They barely had time to react as she unleashed a series of devastating attacks. Her punches and kicks were fierce and calculated, each strike designed to inflict maximum damage.

Zukanna's movements were a blur as she dodged their retaliatory strikes with ease, weaving through their attacks with the fluid grace of a predator. She caught Abo off guard, landing a powerful uppercut that sent him soaring into the air. Before he could recover, she pivoted and launched a knee strike into Cado's gut, doubling him over in pain.

The battle quickly escalated, the throne room's opulence crumbling around them as they fought. With every clash, the ground shook, walls shattered, and debris rained down from above. Zukanna's savage nature in this Wrathful Saiyan form unleashed a torrent of destruction, her fury manifesting in each powerful blow.

As they fought, Zukanna used the chaos of the battle to her advantage, leading Abo and Cado through the city, away from the slaves. Her relentless assault leveled buildings, sending the frightened inhabitants running for cover as the two Frieza elites struggled to keep up with her ferocity.

She darted between buildings, using the environment to her advantage, launching off walls and executing acrobatic maneuvers to evade their attacks while simultaneously striking back. Her energy blasts ripped through the air, striking at the two leaders and causing massive explosions that further decimated the cityscape.

Realizing they were outmatched, Abo and Cado exchanged desperate glances, attempting to regroup, but Zukanna was relentless. With a powerful charge, she lunged at them once more, ready to end the fight and free her people once and for all.

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