Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ For the Saiyan Race ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

Prologue-

'Mama, what's happening?'

 

'Shh, child, everything's going to be all right.' Her mother led her quietly down to the docking bay. With all the speed she could muster, her mother had pulled her down to the nearest ship, and pushed her inside. Tears and sweat lined her mother's hard face.

 

'Mama?'

 

'There's been an attack on the planet. It's one of Frieza's relatives.' The words came quickly as she rushed to buckle her child in. She gave her child a loving look as she punched the new coordinates in on the computer's navigational system.

 

'Just remember everything we ever taught you. Never forget your heritage.' A large blast hit the docking bay doors and an army of lizard men came rushing in. Her mother stood up and fixed her scouter in place, smiled at her daughter, and shut the ship's door. The orb-like ship blasted into space undetected, rocking slightly from the wails of the small child inside.

 

That was the last time she saw her mother, standing like an amazon before Hell's gates. The tears poured out of her as she flew silently through space. Turning back to catch one last view of Kunahu, she immediately regretted it. Her last gaze of the only home she had ever known was that of an orb exploding into a million pieces.

 

'Mommmy!' The scream tore at the girl's throat as she sailed further into space. Slowly, the grief and torture tore at her little mind, forcing her into slumber. Forced into this grieving slumber, she did not awaken until after she had landed.

 

'What happened?! Everyone clear the way! Sheriff coming through!' A sheriff had barged his way through the crowd, who was gazing into an enormous crater left by her ship. It had only missed the town by a few yards.

 

The sheriff made his way down into the crater, and slowly opened the hatch door. He didn't know what he had been expecting, but a five year-old girl with a tail was definitely not it. She appeared to be sleeping, but she could have had a concussion. Without any other thought, he pulled her form the seat and drove her to the hospital in his own cruiser, leaving the rest of the authorities to clean up the mess.

 

At the hospital, the small child awoke, completely terrified. She was sitting in a small white bed, with two figures chattering some nonsense around her. Then she understood. She had landed on a planet whose language she had never heard before.

 

'Yes sir, sheriff, I'm afraid the tail is real, although she doesn't appear to have suffered a concussion.'

 

'Good,' he sighed, 'I'll see if I can get anything out of her, and see what this mess really is.' The nurse nodded and left the room, and the man turned to see the child finally awake. She had her head tilted and was looking at him strangely.

 

'Can you tell me who you are? Where are your parents? What's your name?' Nothing he said got a response out of her. Then he figured it out. She didn't speak his language. Slowly, he pointed to himself and said his name over and over, and finally she understood, and said her own. But that was all he could get out of her. He gave up after that, leaving her to the orphanages. He had his own family and life to deal with, and he didn't need the pressure of some foreign girl with a tail.

Tifa shook her head as she recalled her memories. She looked up at Dr. Roshman, her therapist. It had taken her months to catch up to speed in those orphanages. Months to settle her grief and learn the language of the planet.

 

And then, when the earthlings hadn't been able to figure out what happened, and she wouldn't tell them, they had forced her to go to a therapist. In fact, she had known Dr. Roshman almost her entire earth life.

 

That wasn't to say she was troubled; she wasn't. She knew who she was, she remembered all her memories, and she certainly wasn't a problem child.

 

Well, actually, that last part wasn't so true. She was a straight A student, but she didn't like her foster family. So, more often than not, she would sneak off and train. She was, after all, a saiyan.

 

But she hadn't been recalling the memories to the Doctor. No, she would never share these memories, not even with the rest of the saiyans on this planet.

 

She knew about the rest of them all right. Trunks and Goten went to her school. They just didn't know she was a saiyan. No one on this planet did.

 

Dr. Roshman could know, if she was open-minded enough to figure it out. But she wasn't. She didn't even try to tell the Doctor anything anymore. Now she just preferred to sit and think.

 

It didn't matter. The courts thought she was nuts, so all her sessions were free. Every so often she would sit and write in her home language about what had happened. She would always smirk evilly when the Doctor tried to decipher it and couldn't.

 

Sometimes, like today, she would just sit and remember.

 

"Are you remembering something?" Dr. Roshman asked.

 

"No." They always did this. The Doctor would ask a question and she would say no, or yes, depending on which would tick her off more. But the lady never said anything, just wrote it down and went on with her life like everyone else did.

 

Tifa sat and waited for the session to end, stood up, and walked out like she did every time. Then she would fly home and waste time, usually by doing her homework or training.

 

Sometimes she wished things weren't so monotonous.