Prologue

Asylum

Decades ago, sixteen years before I was born, a planet named Vegeta was blown to smithereens by an alien dictator named Frieza. The Saiyans were wiped from existence save for four men: a General, Nappa; a child warrior who clawed his way onto an elite team, Raditz; a Saiyan Prince, Vegeta; and a toddler whose loving parents smuggled him off planet, Kakarrot. The rest of the race was blown to pieces along with the planet after a direct order for every saiyan warrior to return home. That is what the timeline should be, I'm told. But one minor tweak in history has changed everything.

It all started when two time patrollers paid a visit to deal with a simple villain only to find everything wrong. The vestiges of the Saiyan race of a couple thousand who shouldn't be alive according to the time scrolls were on Earth, living and thriving. But I get ahead of myself. I should start from the beginning, my beginning.

My name is Mia Jicama. I am a Saiyan born and raised on Earth. And according to the time scrolls, I never should have existed.

Siyaka sat in her room, her heart pounding with worry. Thirty seconds was too long. The anticipation was killing her. A death sentence waiting for her on the simple answer of a stick. She had smuggled one out of the medic bay after a mandatory check-up this morning. Now all she could do was pray. Pray that a negative symbol popped up. It had been almost a month since she and Vegeta had done anything, but it would still only give her a couple weeks before any changes would be visible. If there were any changes to be visible. If. She really hoped on that "if."

The timer on her scouter went off, and she rushed forward, her breath caught in her throat. Her heart dropped with horror seeing that dreaded positive symbol laughing back up at her. Her hand went to her stomach and cursed what grew inside.

She stood at the attack pod thinking about exactly what she was planning. Vegeta stood behind her shaking his head. "I still don't understand why you'd volunteer for this. I mean what happened to you? All of a sudden, you're digging through records until you find a missing Saiyan who's been gone since he was a babe. If he is alive, why would you bring him here?"

She gave him a pout. "Don't say that."

"Seriously," he growled, "You know how the Saiyans have been treated ever since we lost the planet. Why would you willingly bring one back who was saved from that fate?"

Siyaka knew what he was talking about, and it made her heart ache. His little brother, born and sent off just before the planet was blown up. He was worried about him, and if his love … his fiancé would actually betray him like that. But there was more going on than her prince even knew. More of his race was alive than he dreamed. This was her best option without revealing the Saiyan secret. "That's not why I'm doing this."

Vegeta gaped at her as if she wasn't making any sense. "Why won't you tell me? Why are you doing this? Why are you leaving to find Kakarrot? Why aren't you taking a team with you?"

She shook her head. "Frieza wanted it to be a one man mission." That was all she could really answer. If she told him what was really going on, why she was really doing this, Frieza could figure it out. And if he knew, she was definitely going to be killed. This was her only chance to keep herself alive, to keep them both alive.

"You still aren't telling me anything," Vegeta stated disappointedly, his mouth contorted in a sneering frown.

Her expression softened. He knew she was lying to him. His coal black eyes betrayed his hurt he was too proud to voice or show in any other way. She reached for his hand, even though they were being watched by Frieza's agents on all sides. This was the most affection they could ever show each other off mission without worry of Frieza doing something about it. She gave his hand a squeeze hoping everything she felt, all her worry for their lives, all her love, passed through that one squeeze, like so many other touches before. But the gloves prevented the physical contact necessary to connect her mind to his. "I'm doing this for us. I'm sorry, but that's all I can tell you."

He shook his head, done arguing and risking revealing to Frieza's agents that there was something more between them than the relationship of a Prince and his subject. She gave his hand another squeeze before hitting the button to open the pod. She let go of him and took her seat in the pod. She looked back at him, seeing his worry and disappointment on his face. It was a rare expression seen on the Prince of all Saiyans, but there it was. She tried to send him a comforting smile, but she knew in her eyes, her sad eyes, he could tell they were never going to see each other again.

The pod door slammed shut with a hiss, and within a second shot into the sky, hurtling her towards Earth.

"You will be descending into Earth's atmosphere in 30 seconds," her scouter read off. She took a deep breath. It was almost go time. As soon as she hit the Earth's atmosphere, she'd have to act. She rubbed her swollen belly as she breathed calmly. She had been in the pod for three months, leaving her at four months, almost full-term pregnant saiyan, and she was cramped. These pods were too small for anyone pregnant, even if their species pregnancies didn't develop as fast as the Saiyans' usual four and a half months. She was thankful the IV the pods used for sustenance during that time was there. But at the first chance she got, she was eating her fill.

She began counting down calmly to her entering the atmosphere. "Ten … nine … eight … seven … six …" she undid her IV, unbuckled her seat belt, and prepped the radio for an emergency report. "Five … four … three … two … Base! Base! This is Siyaka! The ship has malfunctioned. The cool down into the atmosphere has faulted!"

"Siyaka, this is Base. What is going on?"

She started screaming, as if in pain. She had to sell it. "The ship, it's burning inside and out. It's coming in too hot! OH GOD! HELP!" She grabbed the files and things she'd prepared to keep, and prepped a leg to kick open the pod's door.

"Siyaka, what happened?! What's going on!?" She heard Vegeta on the other side of the radio. She frowned as she kicked open the door. The massive force of air rushed over the radio. This was her goodbye.

She let out one last blood curdling scream before diving out of the pod. The air was thin up where she was, but still a little breathable, just barely. She aimed a hand down to her pod and shot an energy blast, causing the round ship to explode. She turned off her scouter, crushing it to make sure they couldn't use it to find her.

She began to ease herself down onto earth, holding her huge belly as she prayed that it worked. That she and her child would be safe from Frieza's clutches. It was almost an hour before she actually touched ground. The air was easy to breath, and the gravity lighter than planet Vegeta. She rubbed her belly. She looked down at it, feeling the baby move. "Welcome home," she whispered breathily. She looked around, hoping to find some semblance of civilization, and felt relief when she saw smoke in the distance in the middle of a small forest. Slowly, she began walking over there, stretching out her cramped limbs from the flight over.

She shrieked out as another contraction went through her. "Remember your breathing," the old lady they called a midwife reminded. Siyaka adopted the human trick of lamaz breathing as the next contraction came. She had been lucky when she found the home in the woods. An old couple lived there who were eager to help her seeing she was about to give birth. They were really sweet, and had a midwife brought over immediately to check on her and the baby's health. It had been two weeks since Siyaka had landed that she woke up in the middle of the night in the worst pain she had ever been in. The old man acted quickly, running out to his transport, what they called a car, to get the midwife. And now they were here, the old woman applying a cold rag to her head, and the old man occasionally running in with ice chips.

"Alright, Siyaka, I see the head," the midwife called from between her spread legs. "Just one more big push." Siyaka caught her breath and complied, letting out another cry. She felt relief as the baby came out of her with a loud cry. The midwife cradled the baby in her arms. "It's a girl," she announced with a smile. "Let me go wash her up, and then I'll give her to you." Siyaka nodded, watching the midwife take her into the bathroom.

The old lady that took her in, Mia, smiled at Siyaka and asked, "Have you picked a name for her yet?"

Siyaka shook her head. "I actually thought it was a boy. But a girl, I'll have to think." She frowned as she thought. Maybe after her mother, or Vegeta's mother. Then she realized, her daughter, even though pure Saiyan blood ran through her veins, was born earthling. Maybe she should choose an earthling name. Siyaka turned to Mia and asked, "What does your name mean?"

Her lively green eyes went wide, and she replied, "Well, it's Latin for rebellion or bitter. But it can also mean 'wished for child.' But my mother chose the name because I was born just after my father died at war. The term 'Missing in action' or 'MIA' was what they told my mother. So in a way, she named me for him."

"Mia," Siyaka sighed, a small smile tugging on the edge of her mouth. It fit. Her life was a rebellion against Frieza, and as much as Siyaka had worried in the beginning, she knew she always wanted children. And she was technically missing in action. It was ironic that she fell into the caring arms of such a woman, or maybe it was fate. "You don't mind, do you?"

The older lady beamed at her. "It would be my honor," she replied.

Five years had passed since Siyaka had found her and her daughter's asylum on Earth. Since Mia's birth, things had changed. Siyaka had immersed themselves into Earth's culture, while still teaching Mia what little she remembered of their Saiyan heritage. Saiyan lullabies she remembered from the nursery, and old legends passed down through the generations. She had been able to hold onto the files and trinkets from her time with Frieza. The files were mostly for Kakarrot, in case she finally found him, but she never did.

After Siyaka got what was referred to as a GED, she went through some school, which bored her to death, but now she worked as human law enforcement, or a cop, in a city called Orange Star City. It wasn't overtly huge, but it was big enough for Siyaka and Mia to get an apartment in town and start living on their own. Siyaka didn't like feeling like she had imposed on the older couple, even though they had shown her so much kindness. So, before Mia had turned a year old, Siyaka had moved out, but kept in occasional contact with them.

Siyaka came home, holding little Mia's hand as they got to their apartment. She searched for her keys in this satchel called a purse, which she found handy occasionally. It wasn't pretty, just small and made of leather. Mia swung their conjoined arms back and forth as she hummed a song she just heard on the radio. Siyaka had tried to use the car as much as possible to blend in, but Siyaka had taught Mia a few things, like how to fly and throw a punch. And to never look at the full moon. She had bought them sleeping masks for those nights, and under no circumstances was Mia allowed out after dark on those days.

With a click of the key, they were inside and Mia was running over to her toys. Mia's hair was somewhat a silky wild mess, but gracefully long, similar to Vegeta's mother, the Queen. And jet black like Vegeta's. Each morning, Siyaka would take time braiding her daughter's hair in an attempt to bring it under control.

Siyaka smiled, watching her daughter, setting her purse and keys on the counter in the apartment's small kitchen. "So, Mia, how was school?" she asked, unbuttoning her uniform shirt and taking it off, leaving herself in her white tank top she wore underneath. She walked into the living room and sat on their old couch they bought at a thrift shop when they moved in. Mia continued to play with her dolls, her tail twitching in the air. "Did you make any new friends?"

Mia dropped the dolls, and with a pout said, "No."

Siyaka tilted her head to the side with a frown. "Aw, Mia, did something happen?"

Mia kept pouting but turned to her mother, her gaze focused on the Barbie doll's blond hair that she rubbed between her fingers. "Videl pulled on my tail during recess, and I got in trouble for punching her."

"Another fight, Mia?" Siyaka asked, disappointment in her voice. "You have to be better than that. We can't blow our cover here."

Mia pouted more at her mother. "But Momma, she's so mean. And she wouldn't let go when I asked her. A-and," Mia began to cry, her hiccups setting in early this time, "she got the whole class to call me 'Monkey Mia.' The whole class."

Siyaka frowned. Since Mia started going to school earlier that year, Siyaka had begun to witness the darker side to humanity. The children were ruthless to any other kid they deemed different, and Mia didn't have enough control of her tail yet to hide it like Siyaka did. It made Siyaka's heart ache knowing her daughter was stuck with merciless kids.

Siyaka let out a sigh, and patted the spot on the couch next to her. "Come here."

Mia clambered up and curled up in her mother's lap, crying into her legs. Her shoulders shaking from her erratic breathing. Siyaka ran her hands over Mia's head and gently rubbed her back, whispering, "Ok, calm down. You don't want to get sick." Mia tried her hardest to control her breathing, but every time she would come close, she'd start to blubber again. Siyaka let out a sigh and reached for the tv remote. "Here, let's see if your favorite show can calm you down. What do you think about some Powerpuff Girls?" Mia nodded, still crying, but trying to dry her tears. Her onyx eyes were puffy and red-ringed from tears. Siyaka nodded with a smile. "You're ok, hon." She flipped on the tv, but froze when she saw what was on the news.

"Momma?" Mia sniffled looking between the tv and Siyaka. "Momma, what is it?"

On the tv was a very familiar pod, with the words "Alien Invasion" splayed across the screen. "A mighty battle is going on in the Gobe Wastelands, starting not long after two alien spaceships crashed into Red Rose City. There was considerable damage done in the city. A warning for people watching, the next scene we are going to show is incredibly graphic and not recommended for the faint of heart." The demolished city in flames and dead people mixed with debris littered the screen. "This is what is left of Red Rose City. The death toll is now around 10,000 people dead, and 23,000 people injured. The national guard has been sent in to help with recovering victims of this horrible tragedy." The screen went back to the reporter out on scene in the Gobe Wastelands. He had a frown on his face as he waited for the reporter back at headquarters to ask, "Do we know what the aliens want? Why are they here? Was this an accident or a planned attack?" He shook his head. "No, Marie. The aliens haven't tried to make contact with us yet; however, we found one of their spaceships abandoned a couple miles from what's left of Red Rose City." The camera started to shake heavily, then a mighty roar was heard. The camera panned up showing a Saiyan in Oozaru form in a uniform Siyaka would recognize anywhere.

"Vegeta," she breathed as she got up. She ran over to her map, locating the Gobe wastelands. She realized they weren't far. A twenty minute flight, max. She had to stop him. Maybe if he saw she was alive, he'd stop this needless bloodshed. Maybe even join her in the life she had started building for her and their daughter. "Mia, we're leaving, now!" Siyaka order, hitting the power button on the tv. Mia jumped off the couch and ran after her mom towards the door leading to their back porch. Siyaka sprung out, soaring towards the wastelands with a good speed, Mia a couple seconds behind her.

All Siyaka could think of was seeing Vegeta again for the first time in almost six years. Part of her couldn't breathe with anticipation. Her heart pounded with hope and fear. Did he still love her, miss her like she did him? How would he react to meeting Mia? Would he welcome her with open arms or reject her like so many others had recently?

After several minutes of flying, Siyaka looked behind her seeing Mia had fallen behind. She slowed down, waiting for her daughter to catch up. "You need to keep up Mia. It might be faster if you just rode on my back." Mia nodded, blinking heavily from her bangs flicking her eyes from the wind. Siyaka stopped, allowing Mia to position herself on her back, Siyaka's tail wrapping around her, securing her daughter in place before taking off again, this time as fast as possible.

"Momma, where are we going?" Mia called out over the loud winds.

"We're seeing your father," Siyaka answered, her heart giddy at the prospect of seeing her love again.

Mia was silent for a bit before asking, "I have a daddy?"

Siyaka laughed. "Everyone has a daddy, Mia."

Mia went silent again, pondering something before asking, "If I have a daddy, why don't I ever see him?"

Siyaka sighed with a frown. That was the harder question to answer. "Because he lives very far away."

Mia tilted her head in curiosity. "Doesn't he like us?"

"Yes," Siyaka replied, almost automatically. "Daddy loves us."

It was silent for a long time before Mia stated with a sort of finality, "If Daddy loves us, he should live closer." Siyaka laughed. It made sense in the mind of a child, unaltered by the truths and complexities of universe she lived in. Mia's mind was black and white like most children. Eventually she'd find the world was a lot more gray than certain.

Finally, they reached the Gobe Wastelands, but there was no mighty battle going on, no Oozarus to be found. Siyaka flew around, her heart pounding as she imagined the prospect of seeing her love again. As she looked around, she saw craters in mountains and cliffs that had crumbled. A mighty battle had been fought, but there was no sign of her Vegeta.

She dropped down once she saw something small on the ground. As she got closer, she could see it was a Saiyan tail drenched in a pool of blood. Too much blood to survive, she thought. Her heart sank as a realization hit her. M-maybe Vegeta didn't survive the battle. That seemed unlikely, but as she looked around the area, it seemed more probable. Bits of his uniform shredded littered the battle field and soaked in blood. And he never surrendered, not in all her years of knowing him. Her heart seemed to hit bottom, sucking out the air from her lungs. "Vegeta, no." She began to breathe harder, having difficulty controlling her breath as Mia had trouble sometimes when she cried. A rage had been building inside her that was finally about to burst. First, she and Vegeta couldn't be together because of Frieza, and ultimately she had to leave because they had consummated their love as a form of rebellion against the alien tyrant. And now, as soon as her hopes for happiness returned, they were dashed to the winds by his death. She wasn't just sad, but it fuelled her anger. Whoever was responsible for her love's death, for his pain would pay dearly. She could feel her body exerting more energy than usual, her aura beginning to burn around her like her anger. It almost felt like she was going Oozaru, but more powerful, and she still had control of her senses completely, except mentally, she saw red. She let out a scream of rage before collapsing on the ground pounding it with her fists, cracking the solid rock ground. Her breathing was still ragged, and her aura glowed gold around her, and her usually short curly black hair felt as if it were standing on end.

"M-Momma?" Mia cried. "What's going on?" Siyaka's glare turned to her daughter, about to snap at her only to see shock and fear returned in Mia's eyes. "Momma, your hair," she whimpered, "how did you do that?"

Siyaka didn't answer her, instead looking around hoping to find one of the fighters that fought her Vegeta. There was no way Vegeta could suffer such a fate from one person alone, of that she was sure. And she was going to make each one of them pay. "Stay here, Mia," Siyaka growled, flying up to search the battlefield.

Mia flew up to her mom, her arms splayed out and her face serious. "Momma, Stop!" she yelled.

"Mia, move!" Siyaka growled, lifting a hand to blast her away. Not to hurt her, but to move her.

"No, Momma. Remember, we can't blow our cover," Mia reminded her, saying the same words Siyaka had told her not even an hour ago.

Siyaka's eyes flinched as she felt her heartbeat slow from its erratic pace. What was she doing? Mia was trying to protect them both. She didn't deserve to be blasted away. Siyaka felt her breathing still ragged as she felt her power draining. She didn't want to do this. She didn't want to destroy their home. They had nowhere else to go. Her eyes stung with tears as the fiery aura around her began to dissipate, and her hair fell back into its normal place. "I'm sorry, Mia. I'm so sorry," Siyaka cried, flying over to Mia before pulling her into a hug, her hand running over Mia's hair. "L-let's go home," she sighed, her tone defeated. Mia nodded against her mother's waist in agreement.

Five years passed by, and things had pretty much stayed the same. After an incident at Mia's school, Siyaka had been forced to move her to another. Mia seemed happier, especially since Siyaka had been able to teach her how to control and hide her tail away from the judgmental eyes of the other kids. Mia had gained a new class full of nicer, more welcoming kids. Mia hadn't made any close friends per say, as her first time around in school had made her a little shy and wary of the other kids' intentions. She was still guarded, but she was becoming stronger for it, which made Siyaka happy for her. Mia no longer craved the acceptance of her peers because she had her own, and that was more than any mother could ask for.

The schools in the district had called for a Spring Break during the tumultuous times going on. The current Martial Arts champion was about to go up against Cell, a being reporters had said was hell-bent on destroying the world. Siyaka had been tempted to fight when they announced the fight, but she knew there was no point. She was definitely no match for a bug creature that sucked its victims whole through its tail. She'd fight him if he came to her, but she wasn't about to risk her life with Mia counting on her completely. And Mia definitely wasn't strong enough to fight by her. Even though Siyaka had gotten control of her Super Saiyan form, she had refused to teach Mia how to become a Super Saiyan in case of Mia having another incident at school.

Mia had grown a lot in those five years. Her form was already turning into that of a young lady as her chest and hips had already begun to develop. She wasn't tall though, but she only had one more growth spurt until she caught up with Siyaka's height. Her hair was still silky and wild, but she had begun to handle it herself by braiding it daily in a single silky black rope.

Siyaka stood in the kitchen, mixing up dinner. "Mia, time to eat!" she called to her daughter. When her daughter didn't answer, she called out again. "Mia!?"

"In here, Mom. You should see this," Mia replied from the living room, turning up the tv. Siyaka walked in with a frown seeing her daughter watching the Cell games. The cameraman was panning the fighters who went to fight against Cell, and one of them caused Siyaka to drop the bowl she held in her hands. "Mom, those are Super Saiyans. I-I thought we were the last," Mia stated, pointing at the screen.

Siyaka gaped at the screen, as it showed Vegeta, his hair turned blond and his eyes green. He'd definitely figured out how to transform into a Super Saiyan. But he was dead. She had been sure of it. And after all her searching for Kakarrot, she had been certain he too was dead. That she and her Mia were the last of their kind. But there stood four Super Saiyans, two of which she did not recognize. "I thought we were, too."