The Path Of One Doesn't Always Parallel That Of Another Feb 6, 2018 1:32:01 GMT -6
Post by Sima on Feb 6, 2018 1:32:01 GMT -6
Parents Of The Future QueenTwo Saiyans find themselves on a hostile planet with a simple mission, a simple goal, but a hurdle and handicap that would end up costing more than just the two of them dearly. The two were on a remote planet in Arcosian space, assumed to be at the time cut off from the outside due to sabotaged communications on the planet. Three groups of two had been sent to gather information on behalf of a young military leader trying to prove himself after one too many recent failures. One of the three groups had in fact been caught however, before the plan to sabotage the planets communications had gone through, and our two Saiyans had no way of knowing. The two trekked along unaware of the danger that was ahead, but it was the danger behind that was turning into the bigger issue as they found themselves trying to hide from a patrol that had spotted them just moments before.
Our male Saiyan in this story stood proud, scarred, and at the moment flustered. His female counterpart was having troubles keeping up and having to stop more the further they went, seemingly equally as proud, equally as scarred, but more panicked each time she stopped. The two were in fact married, which by itself wasn't an issue as far as the two warriors or their mission was concerned, however our female Saiyan was pregnant. Her pride had been a hindrance in the past no doubt, but she was finding it harder to keep going the closer to their goal they got, finally falling to her knees, and looking pained as her partner turned to help her up as he was getting accustomed to doing. Turning away from her and looking behind them, he could hear the sounds of running footsteps and voices coming closer and knew if they didn't get up and get going immediately they wouldn't have the chance again, but no matter how hard he or his partner tried she simply couldn't stand back up.
It was getting to become a multi-tiered, panicked situation, until the female Saiyan grabbed her partner by the collar of his armor and pulled his face to hers, growling for him to go. She was convinced that at the very least, they wouldn't kill a pregnant woman and she was trying to convince him that he could come back and save her. The problem with love is that it tends to make you think and act irrationally, and when you add the pride of a Saiyan warrior on top of it you end with a stupid decision that can't ever be taken back. Standing up straight, he said nothing in response to the frustrated and angry sounds his partner now barked at him through an increasingly tear filled voice.
There was no way he could simply walk away and leave her there in hopes of some sort of mercy from these perceived monsters, so he did what any Saiyan would have done in his position and stood his ground. He had no chance to face his aggressors before a blast from his right side caught him completely off guard, sending him into what was left of an old tree. The small force that had been chasing them came up just moments after he hit the ground, and by the time they came to neutralize him, he was already motionless. The female Saiyan however was screaming, crying, and swinging her fists at anything she could or couldn't reach in her position from the ground. Her mind was a blur as was the scene, as two of the men grabbed her and tried to pull her to her feet, but dropped her back to her knees as one caught a punch to the jaw from one of the wild swings and retaliated with the back of his hand to her right cheek.
One slap was all it took to drain the fight from her, not because of the pain it caused or any damage, but her face turning with the hit caused her eyes to catch the sight of the others picking up the limp body of her husband. She managed to let out a quiet sobbing noise as she knew without having to confirm that he wasn't waking up to get them out of this situation, and she fell limp, barely moving her own feet as they caused drag marks in the dirt parallel to those causes by the body being drug just behind her now. There was an expectation in her mind of being taken to some sort of vehicle and being whisked away, but either by lack of another option or dragging out the ordeal, she was walked the entire way to a building she would become far too familiar with the rest of her days. The last she saw of her husband was his body being taken in an opposite direction by the time they reached the building's door. Inside this nondescript building, in this room that looked unfinished with bare bricks and a metal roof that shook with the mildest wind, she spent the rest of her time until she spent no more.
Tragedy Growing Impatient
A young Saiyan girl was spending time with the only family she ever knew, watching television and oblivious to the tragedies that came before or the ones that had yet to come. Two Arcosian parents, one Arcosian brother, four well built walls, and a sturdy roof over her head. It wasn't long until tragedy was growing impatient and struck swiftly and loudly, breaking up any semblance of a quiet life. Four well built walls quickly turned to three while a sturdy roof was caved in almost entirely and the parts of the home still standing looked charred from some sort of blast. This was the young girls first ever sight of another Saiyan in person, and she truly had no idea how to take in the entire situation as it was unfolding in front of her through the opening of her home made by the blast.
Not far from their charred home and the living room she still sat in , ears ringing from the blast, two warriors faced off with each other. It seemed an alien of some type she had never seen before was squaring off with a black-haired Saiyan male who had just blasted a hole in her home inadvertently as he attempted to attack the alien. He was prattling on about things most Saiyans stereotypically did, but she could only hear muffled words so it was of no consequence to her. The alien, clearly a part of the Arcosian army in some capacity based on their armor, looked back at the house and back to the Saiyan before the two ran into each other loudly and began to essentially fist fight at a hard to track pace based on the speed of their movements.
On any normal day this display might have been an interesting sight to see, but the girl began to cry loudly as she realized no one else was next to her, but a moment later two strong arms picked her up and started to move away from the scene. Her mother was running for the door with the girl in her arms and her father was screaming and clearly panicked as he looked around for the fourth of their family. The room that was now missing from the home as if it had never existed happened to have been where the brother was napping, and neither him or the room were anywhere in sight.
Tragedy Has A Terrible Sense Of Humor
Three years later the young Saiyan girl once again had four strong walls and a sturdy roof around her, but the family was finally moving from their long grieving process. Still a young Saiyan girl with two Arcosian parents, she was a bit older and despite her upbringing was starting to show more of her Saiyan side and not simply her Arcosian upbringing. There was a sense of entitlement in her attitude and a rage and anger in her mannerisms. This was partially brushed off by her parents as growing up in the hostile world they lived in and a partial change in attitude due to the tragedies that had fallen at her feet even before she was born.
Despite her attitude issues, her life was going in a positive direction with a happy family, a few friends despite a lot more bullies, and she was even allowed to start a ki based training regimen. Her story had finally started to take a turn for the better, but tragedy it seemed hadn't forgotten her even if she was trying her best to put it behind her. The only saving grace for the young Saiyan this day was that unlike the last time she lost a family member, she wasn't home to witness what had happened and at least had one less vivid memory to burn into her mind. Leaving her training class, she was stopped right outside the door by two unfamiliar men who she tried to run from at first, but one moved to stop her as the other tried grabbing her arm. The spitfire of a Saiyan kicked the one in front of her in the shin and tried doing some sort of back elbow attack to the other as she had seen on television, but her arm was caught and the one in front put his hands on her shoulders with a heavy sigh.
She was in the mood for a fight, and she had the intention to turn back around and kick him a second time, until she saw he had started to kneel down to look her in the eye and had a somber look on his face. It clicked before he spoke that something was wrong and her mind flashed back to three years ago, causing the tears to instantly start streaming down her face. All she could muster was a quiet, "What happened...", looking down at the ground now, as the two men fumbled their words, obviously not something they were used to having to deliver to a child. She had already tuned both men out long before they finished explaining what had happened, hearing enough to increase the flow of tears but her demeanor turned to a stone-faced veteran of bad news and sadness. It took some time for either of the men to realize she was in a bit of a trance and wasn't listening to them, so when they tried telling her where they were going and had no response, they nodded to each other, and the man in front of her gently took her hand. With a slight tug he started to walk beside her and by the time her arm extended from being pulled along, both her feet began to move as if on their own. First to a car, then to an orphanage, and before long standing in a large room with deafening silence with a stranger standing in front of her.
Sometimes Opportunities Literally Come Knocking
When you are fifteen, angry to the point of scaring most adults, and you are not even the same species as anyone you share a planet with, your chances are slim to get adopted. The now teenage Saiyan girl had taken out her anger and angst on many of the others in the orphanage for years, not even managing to bounce around foster homes, but living the last few years exclusively at the orphanage. She was put in her own room as she had trouble dealing with the others, and more curiously to her she was moved to a completely different orphanage around her twelfth birthday. She was kept inside a lot even as a child, but never so strictly as since she came to the first orphanage, let alone her current one. Her window was blacked out and a large lamp post was installed in front of it, blocking out any way of seeing the sun or moon regardless of the time of day, and she was forbidden from going out on certain cycles of the moon for reasons no one ever bothered to explain to her.
After enough incidents that her file was become too big to add to, the orphanage was getting fed up with her to the point of trying to find a way to simply get rid of her permanently. Their wish was granted in a manner of speaking, and for once a major change in her life wasn't triggered by tragedy, as a man with no name showed up with a suggestion to help them both. The no named man proposed to take her off of the orphanages hands for good, and before he could explain to them he was from the military, the house matron was off to gather her things faster than anyone had ever seen her move. The young girl wasn't given a choice in the matter given her situation, but the man still felt it appropriate to explain the offer to the girl, telling her of a chance to train and focus her anger and if she so pleased to serve and repay a government that made her one of their own. There was a mutual feeling between those in charge of the orphanage and the Saiyan girl, so when she was being ushered out, there were smiles on every moving body in sight for the first time in a long time.
New Opportunities And New Consequences
While not allowed to officially join military service until the age of eighteen, there was nothing stopping military style training. The young Saiyan was starting to move into a world similar to what she would have had in another life on Planet Vegeta, just a different flavor. Three years before she would become a soldier she was already living on base due to the man that adopted her being a high ranking official in the military and living there himself. When he trained, she trained, which ended up meaning she was training often. As she got older she continued to show signs of aggression, however this was far from the first aggressive youth the man had come across and knew that if she spent her time training that she would be far too tired to get herself or anyone else into any trouble.
By the time she had come of age, our Saiyan had become a warrior with her own scars from her sparring and training, but the hard part hadn't started in her training yet. Up to this point she was mostly sparring the older recruits who wanted their chance to beat up a flesh and blood Saiyan, so she was trotted out to fight, not always winning, but winning enough to gain a respectable name for herself before stepping into line during her first official military training day. On her first day, just weeks after her birthday she was finding herself puking, passing out, bruised, and realizing a bit of rough sparring was quite literally child's play compared to what she was going through.
The first day of training for the Arcosian military was always the hardest on most, seeing nearly half drop out or pulled out, and it wasn't unheard of for the weakest to be gravely wounded. This year's batch however only dropped from twelve to ten, making it not only the largest to join but the smallest to drop out, and not a single one with a scratch on them aside from what they showed up with after the first day. Not all of the new recruits were Arcosian, but most usually were, and at least half of them in this batch were the strongest of the group with minimal exceptions. One of these non-Arcosians in particular was showing a real aptitude for ki training and scoring at the top of the charts of every training course they were put through, putting a target on her near instantly for those below her. The longer time went on the more resentful the others had become, to an openly hostile extent, however one of the Arcosians by the name of Flurry seemed to be acting differently than the others. He was brash and loud but he was truly kind to this particular recruit, even helping her and standing up for her when the others mocked and threatened her out of sheer frustration and jealousy.
The way the others looked at her and treated her didn't seem to impact her work or the way she approached most situations for better or worse. To her she was the best of two worlds despite most others looking at her as the worst of both and being more than accommodating in telling her any chance they had. Time moved on as it did and the two seemed to bond to the point that both Arcosian and Saiyan began to room together, train together, eat together, and the two were outwardly the closest any of their species ever became with one another. It wasn't as if they all looked to stab one another, but their races were well known for being power hungry and hostile towards each other in the past.
A year passed and the time had come to weed out the weakest of the recruits once more, but of course everyone had assumed these two would be a shoe in to make it. The final trial was explained like a simple obstacle course with multiple dangerous traps and mental tests. The two were as usual helping one another, allowing them to become so far ahead of the rest of the group that the instructor at the finish had already penciled their names in as having passed. Coming to the last leg of the trial, the two were less rushing to beat everyone else and seemingly trying to see which of the two could complete the trial fastest, as they were both set to complete the course in record time separately. Near enough to see the instructor and the finish, the Saiyan slowed down some and nodded to the other as if telling him to get the first spot, trailing a few feet back, then slowing down just a bit more. Fifteen feet to go and a blast audibly rang out and then a loud pain stricken scream and a thud of a body hitting the ground. Our Saiyan female calmly crossed the finish line with a modest walk the last five feet or so not even looking back and simply walking away as if headed to grab dinner. Her friend lay not far from the finish clutching his knee with one hand and the other arm outstretched towards the finish. One by one, the others started to catch up, most passing by without a look and others throwing mocking comments at someone they had grown envious of all this time, none of them were willing to help him.
While no one was willing to feel any empathy for the Arcosian writhing in pain at the finish line, they were more than happy to show their disdain for the Saiyan who had just done such a head scratching act. It was assumed these two were close friends yet she had flat out attacked him to secure victory for herself. She scoffed at those questioning her motives, even going as far as to tell most that if her "friend" was a Saiyan as well he never would have put himself in the position he was in now holding his leg, and would have crawled across the finish line before giving up. What she lacked with a proper Saiyan upbringing, she had at least partially learned through literature and what could only be called propaganda from past wars. She was proud of her Saiyan heritage even while everyone around her hated her for it, which made her want to hold it over them even more.
A year had passed since the incident she had caused, and if possible she managed to make a few more enemies and absolutely no friend. She had managed to blast off one soldier's hand after he attempted to attack her, shattered another's knee completely, and started to turn the tables from being ridiculed and bullied to bullying all the others the stronger she got. By the time she graduated and was moved into a smaller group, she had managed to at least attempt to attack everyone else outside of her superiors, coming close to being severely disciplined many times over. After graduation she was moved to a training planet where there was to be a mock battle scenario between multiple teams of four, sending them into a forested area to track one another and gather information then capture the other team with minimal violence where possible.
During the training exercise, the group our Saiyan was in bickered the majority of the time, each blaming a different person for a failure of some degree. In three different runs through the exercise their team was caught every time due to the arguing distracting others and it ended the same way every time. By the time they got back to the main camp, the other teams were overheard mocking them as the only team to not capture another, and before long they were arguing again. The Saiyan didn't waste words while telling all three they were to blame, how incompetent they were, and that she would be better off alone. One of the group members was fed up with all the arguing and frustration from the day and couldn't take anymore, stepping forward and grabbing at the Saiyan, putting her in a head lock while she was turned towards another member that was trying to dispute her claims.
Having her attention turned rather suddenly towards this attack, she instinctively placed a fist in his gut just hard enough to loosen his grip and pull her head out. One of the other Arcosians in her group took the chance and swung, landing his fist against her cheek, causing her head to bounce off the chest of the one that had her in a headlock moments before. The only saving grace for this not turning into an all out brawl was the other coming into try and pull them a part, however the Saiyan thought he was coming to join the others and took her shoot and attacked him first. As fast as she could managed she punched the three simply to gain some breathing room, and realizing the situation she might have just gotten herself into, she chose to retreat.
While she wanted to stay and fight, she knew she was likely to have some of the other groups quickly join in. Before she could get away however she felt a tug on her hair and it took all she could muster not to fall. Again one of the other Arcosian's had tried to take advantage of an opening and grabbed her by the hair, while the second was coming in to help, but by this point one of the proctors had stepped in and was trying to pull them a part. Once more however the last of the group was stepping in, and despite being the other non-Arcosian in their four man squad, they all looked like threats to her at this moment. Just like before, she took her chance and lashed out at all three while they were busy being pulled back, even shooting a blast that went right over one of their heads, mocking him and flipping him the bird. Without another word or action towards the group she flew away into the trees and out of view. Through the chaos, the three had taken their chance to chase after, even shooting blasts of their own in an attempt to knock her out of the sky even if by accident.
Smoke bellowed up past the tree tops and the sky began to darken as the forest burnt brightly. Just below in a clearing no more than ten feet in radius, a young adult Saiyan stood, the trees around her blazing and battle scarred marks all around her blackening the grass. The name she went by wasn't known by many across the planet they stood on, but she whispered it to herself "Sima...", as if someone could hear her. Her head turned as she looked around, seeing two Arcosians and an alien from off world much like herself, standing as if trying to surround her. She had ran before but she wasn't about to run again, bad odds or not, she was a Saiyan after all. The smart thing for the others however would have been for all of them to charge her at once and be done with it, but there was some awkward sense of pride among them that would have made her grin had she known what was going through their minds.
The first of the group stepped out of the now burning tree line, looking just as battle scarred as the scenery, but the difference was he wasn't sporting the cocky stance or grin she was used to seeing. Sima stood, breathing heavily as her tail whipped against her leg as the boy's eyes narrowed at her. From behind her another Arcosian walked out of the part of the forest not quite in flames yet, with a similar hatred in his eyes as the one standing across from him. The two exchanged glances but not even so much as a nod or word to one another, both returning their glares to the one in between them. One of the off world aliens emerged, patting his clothes down as he had walked through plenty of fire obviously on his way, coughing a bit and waving his hand in front of his face. Sima turned to look at him, covering her mouth and quietly laughing to herself, but was suddenly sent to the ground as the first Arcosian to appear had taken the distraction as an opening and landed a hard right hook. Once again Sima started to laugh, but much louder this time around, spitting out blood and getting up slowly from her hands and knees. "Guess I deserved that. I suppose I should return the favor.", the look on her face was not one of anger or even that of someone ready to fight, but of pure amusement. She once more turned towards the alien on her right and once again the other Arcosian took the opportunity to take a swing, but he wasn't quite so lucky this time around. A familiar blast sound, a familiar scream of pain, then a loud crunch.
Sima had ducked under the telegraphed attack and pushed her right palm into the Arcosian's same knee she had blasted some years back and shot a ki blast from her palm point blank. There was no grazing for the sake of insult this time, but a blast that tore through bone and took the bottom half of his leg with it. Before the body could hit the ground, Sima had stood and turned, smashing her knee into his chest, then continued her rotation into a bit of a flared spin to duck and grab the leg she had just blasted before it hit the ground, then standing back up and waving it at him lying on the ground. "I think you dropped this.", feigning concern for a moment as she held back a laugh, then tossing the leg next to him.
"I'm going to assume that probably pissed at least one of you off?", turning her back to the one she had just attacked so she could see the other two clearly, but neither looked angry as much as annoyed and a bit shocked. The fact was, neither had any love loss for the one she had just amputated the leg of. Adjusting what looked like a blaster weapon of some sort on his right forearm, the humanoid alien started to casually walk towards Sima, then looked to the second Arcosian as if he was hoping to get some backup, but found none coming, and loudly sighed. "I don't want to have to do this, but it's time one of us-" Sima raised a hand and made a loud scoffing noise to cut him off. "Yes yes, I am suuuuch a bad person, and you have to stop me and all of that. I did nothing any of you wouldn't have done given the opportunity. You can't blame the strong for taking advantage of the weak. There has to be a winner and there has to be a loser. It just so happens you have to be the loser. This will be no different." Sima began to walk towards him as if intending to have some sort of face off, leaving the alien to heavily sigh.
"I don't have a lot of patience left today, and you three have tried setting me on fire, blasted me with that silly little weapon of yours, and worst of all you wasted my time. If you had just done your jobs earlier none of this would have happened. I've got an idea...you, if you don't want to have a limb missing why not just attack him and help me end this quick-" pointing her thumb to the Arcosian standing near the trees still to her right "-Then the two of us can talk like adults, and you can at least for today say you weren't a loser. How's that sound?"
"You know, you've embarrassed me more days than I can count, screwed me over more times than I can count, and took away my chance at proving myself today.", raising his arm to point the blaster at the Saiyan's face. "Funny you should word it that way, as I intend to embarrass you today as well. ", a grin slowly appearing on her face as she retorted with almost a chuckle to her voice. "Shut up!", the alien yelled, putting his left hand on the top of the blaster to steady his aim and began to shoot a barrage of blasts at Sima. He would scream at every blast the same someone might throwing a punch, putting his anger into each one, seemingly connecting and seeming to get more intense each time. Each time one of the blasts hit Sima, she would swish her tail and kick around, kicking up dust, mixing with the smoke that was drifting into the area as the fire was growing in size, and with it the smoke, concealing her more each time.
While the blasts kept coming furiously into the building cloud, the other Arcosian looked up with an amused look, just staring into the sky, although the alien was too enraged to look until his attention was pulled in the same direction by a voice. "Do you know why he is so angry?", speaking down to the other Arcosian who simply shook his head. "No? Seems you are just as...stumped as I am.", laughing loudly and holding up her right hand, wiggling her fingers at the alien with a grin. The blasts had stopped but the angry look was still plastered across the aliens face, pointing the blaster skyward. "One last chance. Point that nub with a gun on the end at your friend over there, use that blaster for something other than annoying me, and I won't take your other hand. I won't give you another chance and I doubt he's going to stop me." The other Arcosian looked to the alien as if he had expected him to turn and blast him, but he didn't move and didn't turn his attention away from the one in the sky. "My patience has run out, what is it going to be?"
The alien once again stood unmoving, keeping the blaster pointed at Sima without a word, seething and heavily breathing. Just as quiet, the Arcosian on the ground turned fully and began to walk towards the alien, who didn't notice until he was half way towards him. "What do you want?", but not a word was said, as he kept walking with a purpose. The alien wasn't sure what to do, but it didn't take long for his paranoia to get the best of him and he moved his arm and shifted his stance, pointing the blaster now at the Arcosian. This seemed to be all that was needed, and the Arcosian moved in much faster and grabbed the blaster, pointing the arm upwards and rather unceremoniously tugged, pulling the blaster from his body. A scream rung out as he tossed the blaster aside, leaving the alien to fall to his knees, grasping at what was now a bloody stump with what looked like contact points and mechanical muscles where the weapon once attached. A pointed knee connected with his chin and before he could fall back to hit the ground a spinning kick met the side of his face, breaking his jaw with a loud crack, then the thud of him finally hitting the ground.
Sima laughed heartily as she watched the scene, seeing the look of betrayal oddly covering the alien's face along with anger and pain. The Arcosian standing above the body of the alien he had just attacked, seemed neither amused or bothered by what he had just done. It was clear he was trying to even the playing field for a battle alone with Sima, but his attention stayed too long on his prey. Turning to look for the female Saiyan, he had a bit of a startled shake as he found himself staring at a glowing light at the end of a pointed palm, and behind that the smiling and knowing face his least favorite Saiyan. "Bang", Sima said in an almost playful manner, as the blast shot point blank into the Arcosian's face, causing him to slump over instantly almost right at the feet of the alien laying there previously, a hole through where his left eye would have been.
With deliberate steps, Sima walked around the body in front of her, bending over to get closer to the alien laying there in obvious pain, then simply turned and walked away. She seemed to have a smile plastered on her face, walking over and grabbing the blaster that was torn off and tossed away, bringing it back and lightly tossing it onto the alien's chest with a smirk and exhaled with amusement through her nose. "Guess I have some mercy in me and a soft spot for you. I would say come find me when you feel all better but, that might be a while in your condition. Of course, that's assuming you make it out of this burning forest. On second thought, maybe don't come find me." Waving a hand dismissively as she turned to leave, much less worried or seemingly phased by the smoke and fire as she left through where the alien had walked from earlier.
She didn't get far before a small group met her head on, and she expected a second fight to break out, but pushing through them was the proctor, and more unfortunately for her, the Arcosian who had been housing her all these years. There was a mixture of confusion over why he was here, what he was about to do, and she felt more fear in this moment than perhaps any time in the past few years. Speaking up to try and explain herself, the man reached out and grabbed her by the face with his eyes wide and angry. "Do you have any idea what you just did? Any idea how much trouble you are likely in?". She once again started to speak but he gripped her face tighter and pulled her closer, moving his face just inches from hers, "I suggest you keep your mouth shut.", pushing her face back and grabbing her by the arm, slapping a pair of what looked like handcuffs but were strangely heavy for their size, onto her wrist. Grabbing her other arm he spun her around and slapped the other side on the other wrist, grabbing the cuffs and tugging her to make her walk in front of him.
Exile And Rebirth. A New Moon Rises
After her arrest, Sima was given the option of exile from the main planets of Arcosian space over a prison sentence, so she chose to live on one of the outer rim planets over complete exile from Arcosian space after years in prison. She ended up living on her own in the equivalent of low-income government housing on Arcose planet 14, or more mockingly referred to as Slum Planet 14. She had spent over a year and a half looking into information on her real parents, as she was barred from traditional employment or government work due to her record and military discharge, and had a large amount of free time to train and study. The information on her father was the easiest to find, but it took a lot of time and a lot of favors to find the information on her mother. The information lead her to find out the how and why of her becoming a Saiyan orphan on a hostile planet. Her digging found her the name of both parents which eventually lead to a deeper curiosity of her family as a whole.
Sallot, the son of Bage and Yamma. Both parents and son low class warriors and the same for his grandparents going back as far as there was information to find access to. A proud warrior who took after his father in becoming a young super Saiyan as far as the average had become among Saiyan males. Looking over the information only lead her to a deeper understanding but a deeper confusion as there were things she had never heard of. She had no idea what a Super Saiyan was or why it was such an important milestone for a young age.
Kassava, daughter of Argule and Chayot. First in her blood line to show an aptitude at birth for becoming a warrior, and just barely considered low class by power and family . Her mother was a chef and her father a politician, as was his father. Records of her mother were scarce past this, only speaking of her becoming some sort of monster that numerous Arcosian warriors were witness to.. The only other information she found was what ended up shocking her there most, bringing her to tears. She had no idea that her parents were on an Arcosian planet and the tragedy that befell them both as no one chose to tell her when she was younger. So much of her Saiyan heritage had been hidden from her, likely out of fear she might rebel if she knew the truth.
The only family Sima had every known was her adopted family, but the older she got and the further away the memory of the military and the pains of her youth were she began to feel the pull of something calling her to her real home planet. With her favors used up, she started to have to owe some of her own, managing to get help from a few new friends here and there, and even a few new enemies after a theft or two and got parts together for what could barely count as a one person space pod that would likely only make a one-way trip. Her plan was to make her way to planet Vegeta, and one way or another find the truth about her parents and maybe even her Saiyan heritage. Her information was years old as she was purposefully hidden from her heritage during her upbringing, so where her journey would truly end up taking her was anyone's guess. The only roadblock now was she had no idea how to get off the planet let alone find Planet Vegeta. The space pod was far from state of the art, and chances were the navigation wouldn't work properly to get her down the street let alone another planet.
Her shack of an apartment sat near the bottom of a hill in the neighborhood she resided, looking only similar to other houses around because of the clear rush whoever built them was in. Almost all of the space pod had been put together almost entirely by others and awkwardly in her house, meaning most nights lately she was actually sleeping inside the pod for lack of room to fit her bed. She was finally ready to at least figure a way to get the pod out of her house, even if she had to rip off the front, but she kept getting distracted looking up at the sky.
All of her adult life and long before she was kept inside during the night more often than not, told the moon would bring her pain. She was told that Saiyans had some sort of allergy to the energy coming from their moon, so the bigger it was the worse it would become. The older she got the less she believed these stories, but she tended to be superstitious about it regardless, and had tended to head their warnings until now. Her eyes drifted at the stars and other planets she could see in the sky, until her eyes locked onto the large moon in the sky, finding it mesmerizing and beautiful. Never before had she seen it so large, let alone so full in the sky. It was as if someone had magnified it just for her and her body was fluttering with sensations she had never experienced.
At first Sima was in awe of the feelings and what she was seeing, but as her heart began to heavily beat she began to panic not knowing why she was suddenly having trouble breathing. She could remember certain similar pains when she was having a growth spurt, as if her body was trying to stretch, but this was much more painful and her mind was rushing and almost going blank as she started to look around for help. Whatever was happening started slowly, but began to accelerate rapidly, and anyone that saw her falling to her knees and screaming simply ignored her pleas for help or made a point to go inside their homes to avoid the commotion. Sima looked down at her hands as claws protruded long past her normal fingernails and hair covered her arms, then her legs, and she could feel her body painfully pushing outwards now.
It wasn't long before Sima began to feel as if she were falling asleep but could see through her eyes still in a strange sort of haze. She was no longer fully aware of what was happening on a conscious level, as her body rapidly expanded, pushing out her clothing with loud tearing sounds, and before long she wasn't just larger, she was towering over everything around her. Most of the people that had tried ignoring the Saiyan were now finding it impossible, as one of her large feet was now standing on top of what was a nearby home and she screamed out a primal roar with an unfamiliar sound from her own mouth.
Standing above the nearby building was a large ape with remnants of purple clothing hanging down and laying around them. The beast looked around for a few moments and seemed to become angry instantly as if something had triggered a sudden rage, kicking through building and swatting at anything that moved around them. Unfortunately for Sima, she wasn't in control to any degree, and while she could partially see through her own eyes what was happening, it wasn't fully registering in her mind what she was doing. This fact was punctuated as one of her large feet stomped down on her own home, crushing it and the pod she had spent all her time managing to get.
This rampage went on for minutes before anything resembling the authorities showed up to access the situation, and immediately began firing what seemed like traditional firearms at her over energy based weaponry. The ammunition fired was supposed to have a stunning affect much like peace officers in the past using bean bag weaponry. The only reason the beast seemed to even notice the attempted pacification was from the noise they were making below her screaming to stop, which finally grabbed her attention. Taking a deep breath, she roared down at them and stomped, crushing one of their vehicles with no more effort than it took to lift her leg, then reaching down to grab the main one that was screaming at her, while kicking over a few others who were now close enough to reach as well. She simply reached back and tossed the man in her hand much like a baseball, sending him soaring out of view, turning her attention back to the others making noises, until only the sounds of screaming civilians feeling remained.
This went on for hours, stomping and wrecking a path in no specific direction, until finally the military was dispatched, having to come from off world to deal with such a threat.
Unlike the others who were unceremoniously dispatched, the military force that showed up at least knew what this creature was even if none of them had seen one in person. They knew that cutting off its tail would immediately revert the transformation, but doing so what easier said than done. The military force managed to put up more of a fight than the peace keepers, using more lethal weaponry, and even injuring the large ape enough to at least slow it down, however they were in the end no more successful in stopping it. By the time they had been dispatched of in similar violent and bloody fashion, the moon was hiding for the night and the sun was finally starting to come up, shining a fresh perspective on the carnage left by the unwilling Saiyan.
With the moon descending her form began to shrink down as she crawled in no particular direction on her hands and knees, until she was finally back to her natural state. Face down, and entirely nude, she was barely conscious but sobbing uncontrollably. Sima couldn't remember what had just happened, but she knew she had something to do with it, but couldn't explain it or even rationalize it. There was, however, no doubt she was in trouble and she knew she couldn't simply hide given she was the only Saiyan on the planet let alone the surrounding planets. Her knees were further scraped as she had to pull herself along the ground with no clothing to protect her body, until she was close enough to one of the military personnel that had been sent, and began to strip them. It took her some time, but given the carnage she had created, there was no one around to do anything about it or even witness it. Finally managing to redress herself in what was basically battle armor, she managed to pull herself to her feet against one of the peace officers vehicles, finally getting a better look at herself and the state of her in the reflection of the tinted glass window. She was a mess of cuts, scrapes, and a few burns that looked like she had just gone through a war, which wasn't too far off.
Sima stood and surveyed the area, shaking her head as she couldn't believe she could have done such a thing or even how, but paranoia quickly started to set in as she tried to think of how to get away. There was no doubt more people would come, and likely they would be stronger enough to stop her, and her in far too weak of a state to do anything about it. Her head darted around as she realized they had to have come to the planet somehow, and the first good luck she had in a long time revealed itself in the shape of a space transport not far from her. She had to resort to leaning against any and everything on her way to the open ramp of the vehicle as her left leg was in bad shape if not partially fractured, but she managed to crawl up the ramp and even shut it behind her.
Finding her way to the front seat, it took her some time to figure out what she was looking at, but she managed to start the engine and shortly after figure out how to turn off the loud siren that blared shortly after. With the engine on and her mind finally clearing some, she sighed heavily and leaned back in the seat closing her eyes, wiping both clear of the tear and dirt. This wasn't how she had planned to leave, but at least she knew there was no turning back now, and the choice had been made for her to leave now or never. She wasn't entirely sure yet how to plot a course to a specific planet, but knowing she could was good enough for now, and simply getting off the planet was step one.
The ship lifted off the ground and ascended away from the chaos below, leaving the scene the as Sima awkwardly piloted it out of the planet's atmosphere. She was surprised there was no patrol above the planet stopping her from leaving, but her assumption was simply that the ship she was in was visually sufficient as a cover for her to leave. She wasted no time heading whichever direction was the quickest way to leave Arcosian space and plot a course using the ship's navigation and auto pilot and leaned back the seat, sighing long and heavily as she closed her eyes once more and drifted off as the ship sped away from the planet and soon away from Arcosian space entirely.