Prologue

(Author's note: Dragon Ball Super is owned by Akira Toriyama.

The only things I own of this fanfiction are my OC and story.)

A young teen sat in the corner of a dimly lit room, the sterile white walls still gave off a blinding glow, accosting her tired eyes. Resting her forehead against her knees, the girl prayed that rest would soon take her. God knows, she needed it. Wrapping her arms around her legs, she winced at the pain, taking in the broken state she now found herself.

Dressed in a plain white gown, she grimaced at the bloodied and scuffed attire, her arms and legs regretfully matching it. Stained bandages were bound around her inner elbow where countless needles had been inserted. Her long blue hair fell lifeless around her delicate frame like streams of water, flowing haphazardly onto the floor.

Having enough, she glanced up, peering through the window, looking for anything to take her mind off the hell she was in. Endless stars and foreign galaxies met her eyes, blank eyes unreactive to a star that shot past her, knowing it was useless to pray upon them.

Sighing, the girl gave up her star gazing, returning her head to her knees. The teen had been waiting what felt like an eternity on a response to her prayers. She wanted to escape this infernal place more than anything, even at the cost of her own life. Those prayers had been made some time ago, before she lost the will to care, eyes glazed over to a steel grey, cold and unreactive to all the experiments that she went through. All that truly mattered was for this research facility to go up in flames, to be destroyed. Destruction. Oh, how she wanted it, the desire burning into the very depths of her being.

Just as she was about to doze off, her seething rage becoming a lonely lullaby, an irritated voice resounded in her mind.

"What do you want?! Can a god get any sleep around here?!"

Her head shot up, whipping around to search for the source of the voice. Finding none, the teen offered an awkward greeting, her voice cracking at the dryness in her throat.

"He-hello?"

Hearing nothing, the girl let out a defeated sigh, wondering if she was finally starting to lose her mind. The agitated voice spoke again, jolting her upright.

"If you don't start talking, I'm going back to sleep. Damn mortal, quit wasting my time!"

"I'll be damned, so you are real," the young woman said, resting her fatigued head against the cold, tiled wall behind her.

"I thought they were just stories," she confessed, never being one for spiritual inclinations. The god wasn't having it. He had been woken a full decade early, and he did not appreciate being roused ahead of schedule.

"Get to the point, girl. You were praying so loud you hurt my ears."

Raising her head up, the girl stared a hole into the ceiling, her tired mind still trying to wrap her brain around the fact she was actually talking to a deity.

"So you're a destroyer god?" she asked.

"Thee one, yes. Now get to it or I'm hanging up."

Straightening up, the teen winced at the soreness in her back, sharply exhaling as she collected her thoughts. The god rolled his eyes impatiently as he listened to the child's plight, stifling a yawn as sleep slowly beckoned to him. His elbow duf into the mattress as he groggily held his head up.

"This place I'm being held prisoner has been experimenting on many children. I've tried to fight my way out, but they managed to confine me in this room. None of us have much time left, that's why I reached out to you."

The god of destruction yawned loudly. He had heard many pleas like this before. Granted, it had been a couple thousand years since anyone dared prayed for his assistance.

Bored, he replied, "And I'm supposed to care because….?"

The teen grimaced, hearing the disinterest in the deity's voice. Leaning forward, she maintained her gaze upon the ceiling as she spoke with as much sternness as she could muster.

"I want it destroyed. Gone. Wiped out of existence."

The god chuckled at the request. Something so simple wasn't worth his time.

"If you're so strong, figure it out yourself."

"I can't," she confessed.

"Huh, sounds like you're screwed then. I'm going back to sleep. Good luck, mortal."

"Wait, please help me!" she pleaded, desperation causing a lump to well up in her throat. Her dry eyes welled up, wincing as the moisture stung them.

"And what do I get out of this?" he questioned, looking to make this interaction more interesting.

"No offense, but you're in no position to offer anything."

The girl thought for a moment. It wasn't like she expected to survive the ordeal.

"Well, I don't care if I die, how about my life?"

The destroyer scoffed at the offer, laying his head back onto the bed as he stated, "Eh, that's cliché' and boring. No thanks."

The teen closed her eyes, slamming her head against the wall in frustration. She barely had the strength to stand, let alone bargain with a god. A disturbing thought came to mind, voicing it before she had a chance to stop herself.

"My body?"

The god sat up with a start, cringing at the notion.

"Don't be disgusting! You're a child."

"I'll grow up eventually," she pointed out. 'Whatever,' she thought. The way her life was going, she probably wouldn't live to see twenty.

The deity groaned. This kid must think he's an idiot. He wasn't very fond of the thought of a sacrificial lamb.

"Not if you're dead, genius," he countered. He was beginning to grow weary of this.

Grasping her head, the teen's hands disappeared into her voluminous tresses. She needed to think of something, a difficult task when her life was on the line.

"Fine. What about this planet? Isn't that your thing? Destroying planets and what not?"

The destroyer placed a hand under his chin, debating it over.

"Hmph. The planet would have to serve no purpose for the universe. And that's for me to judge, not you."

"Trust me, aside from this hell hole of a facility, there's nothing here. It's completely barren." She hoped her assurance would peak his interest. It was true, after all.

He mulled it over. The god had been sleeping quite a while. Maybe taking care of one planet wouldn't hurt anything. Besides, it would get the child off his back.

"Hmm….very well, I'll help you."

"Thank you!"

"And in return-"

"Yes?" she asked, willing to comply with anything her savior wanted.

"If you survive, and its doubtful you will, how about you change up your life up a bit?"

"Huh? My life?" she questioned.

The god groaned as he sat up, scratching the inside of his ear as he spoke.

"I doubt you got yourself in this position by living a good life, am I wrong?"

The teen bowed her head, unsurprised that even a god could see what a mess she'd made of herself.

"No, I've abused my powers to gain whatever I wanted. No one could stop me, up to this point, anyway. This world has been pretty much at my feet since I was ten," she confessed, knowing she had no one to blame but herself. The girl had been a shitty person, feeling pathetic for begging for mercy when she had shown none to anyone in her path. Humility washed over her as she waited for a reply.

The god was unamused, hearing this same statement many times before.

"Thanks for proving my point," he muttered, adding, "So, if you survive, carve out a better path for yourself."

"And if I don't?"

The teen didn't understand why she asked such a question. He was already going to help her, why tempt fate by irritating him? Her notion was validated by his response.

"I'll hunt you down when I wake again and destroy you. Simple as that."

She flinched at the statement, waving her hands in the air as she hastily agreed.

"Okay, okay! Deal!"

"Good. Now that's out of the way, stand up and close your eyes."

The girl complied, her legs buckling in protest.

"Alright, now what?"

Giving a stretch, the god jumped down from his bed, landing on the hard granite of the bedchamber. He'd need a little room for this, not having to utilize such an ability for a while. The god didn't want to risk losing his precious bed if he went a little overboard.

"I'm going to possess your body and fulfill your wish. But first, you need to say a specific phrase the same time as I do."

Knees wobbling, the girl caught herself, straightening up as she took a deep breath.

"Okay, what is it?"

"Amnius dufreya."

The teen crinkled her nose, stating, "Huh, sounds weird."

The god's eye twitched, replying in a stern tone.

"It's the divine language, mortal. Watch it, or I won't help you."

"Sorry."

"Alright, you ready? On the count of three. One…Two….Three!"

"AMNIUS DUFREYA!"

With that, everything went black. When she came to, she found herself kneeling in the midst of a demolished landscape, the facility burning all around her. Attempting to stand, the girl collapsed to the ground. Her body felt like a thousand knives stabbing her, worsening as she drew breath.

Looking down, the girl realized she was covered in cuts, blood freely flowing from her wounds. Raising a shaky hand, she attempted to heal herself. Her energy backfired, harsh shocks electrocuting its own master, crumpling the child into the dirt. Blood began to stream from her ears and eyes, her head feeling like someone split it with an axe, gasping for air. The god was right, it would be a miracle if she did manage to live through this, the searing pain nearly unbearable.

Just as she was about to give in and pass out, a familiar spaceship came down from the stars, landing several yards away from her. A galactic patrolman, who she recognizes as an old family friend, jumped out of the craft, sprinting towards her. It took all of her remaining strength to bring her head up, relief filling her voice.

"Jaco…"

"Corsa? Corsa! You're hurt! Are there any others?" he asked, surprised to finally find the person he had been seeking.

"I-I don't know…" she uttered, wincing as she relaxed against the cold, hard ground, taking in a shaky breath.

Taking a minute to survey the damage, the patrolman determined that the child before him was the only survivor.Hearing a distant rumble, Jaco flinched, rushing back to the injured girl.

"We need to get out of here! This place is gonna blow any minute!"

"Heh, won't hear me argue."

Corsa let out a scream as the patrolman picked her up, the motion overwhelming her broken body. He had no choice, sprinting hastily back to his spaceship as the teen continued to wail at the motion.

"Sorry…sorry….man, you're in really bad shape! What the hell happened here?!"

Looking down, he noticed the child had passed out, securing her quickly as the pair careened across the stars, the planet exploding unnoticed.

Everything was a blur when she awoke next, Jaco coming slowly coming into focus as her eyes strained to see. The space cop was reading a magazine next to her bedside, taking a glance around the room. Assuming they were in a hospital, Corsa relaxed, letting out a heavy sigh as Jaco noticed the roused teen, glancing up from the article he'd previously been engrossed.

"Was wondering when you'd come to. You've been out for quite a while."

"Where….where are we?" she asked, mind reeling from the sedative's effects, trying her best to stay awake.

"Galactic headquarters," he replied, adding, "You're in the infirmary. Been here a couple weeks now. It's a miracle you're alive."

Corsa's attention wasn't on him, preferring to survey the bandages covering her body, turning her forearms back and forth. The gauze wrapped around her hands annoyed her the most, the binding tight and unyielding. The patrolman lightly protested as she took them off, finding her injuries underneath fully healed. No scars, no evidence of the hell she went through. Jaco glanced up, noticing her blank lavender eyes staring at them contemplatively.

Clearing his throat, Jaco reclined back into his chair, apprehensive at asking for her testimony. He had a job to do, a missing person's case gaining particular attention from his superiors. Being a close family friend, he had insisted on being the one to locate her. An unusual request, considering his penchant for avoiding work.

"Mind telling me what happened? I've been looking for you for months. Tights threatened to kill me if I didn't find you! Your mom can be really scary….not that I blame her in this instance…"

The teen ignored him, continuing to stare at her hands, thinking back to the last thing she remembered.

"Amnius dufreya…"

"What?" he questioned, her voice barely audible to the alien cop.

"It's nothing." She replied as she placed her hand back down.

"From what I could gather, the place was a research facility. They were experimenting on a lot of people with healing and regenerative abilities. Many of them were kids, like me. My guess is that they figured we were weaker and less likely to fight back."

Corsa watched as the patrolman nodded along to her words, taking notes on a small note pad. She grimaced at the action, never liking the passivity that came when giving witness testimony.

Never bothering to look up from his pad, he asked, "Do you know what caused the facility to explode?"

Corsa hesitated, unsure if her tale of making a pact with a god would go over well. Noting the expectant look on the patrolman's face, she swiftly decided against it. Even if he was a family friend, she doubted that Jaco, or anyone else for that matter, would believe such a thing.

The girl yawned as she reclined back. The starched, stiffened fabric of the pillow crinkled under the weight of her head.

"No, I don't," she admitted, adding, "I had fallen asleep before the explosion. You were there when I came to."

She wasn't lying; she honestly had no clue what happened after she was possessed.

Jaco exhaled sharply as he shut his notepad, satisfied with her explanation.

"Oh well. Guess none of that matters now. When you're feeling good enough to move, I'll take you back to Earth. Your mom has been worried sick."

The teen looked perplexed at the statement. Go back to Earth?

"What about the singing tour?" she asked.

Before she was abducted, Corsa had been an up and coming galactic pop singer. She gained the researchers' attention when she healed her wounds after a bar fight.

The patrolman stood as he replied.

"Cancelled. You can talk to your agent later about rescheduling the tour."

Staring up at the ceiling, the girl mulled over her conversation with the anonymous god, recalling a particular vow she had made.

"No thanks. I'm done. I'm going to stay on Earth." Corsa stated flatly.

Jaco stepped forward, surprised at the sudden change of heart.

"Corsa, I know you've been through hell, but there's no need to give up on your dreams."

The girl closed her eyes as she squirmed in an attempt to get comfortable.

"I'm done with those dreams. After all, as my agent says, 'galactic pop stars are born every minute'…"

With those words, she trailed off, the sedative's doing their job as the teen was lulled to sleep. The patrolman left the room, heading to his nearby office to conclude his report.

Corsa and Jaco returned to Earth a few weeks later, the patrolman unable to talk the girl into returning to space. Crossing her arms, the child remained silent, confident in her decision. Dr. Omori and Tights were standing on the dock on their home island when they landed. The parent and family friend were met by the typically rambunctious space cop, and the exhausted, expressionless teen at his side.

Running up to her, Tights caught her child in a tight embrace, the girl feeling awkward at the contact.

"Corsa! We heard what happened! Are you okay?!"

"I'm fine, mom." She replied, not too keen on playing a game of 'twenty questions.'

"Don't need to act tough around us kid. Come on now, we have dinner ready." Dr. Omori stated, turning his attention to the patrolman.

"Jaco, we have some milk and cheese for you."

Jaco perked up at the offer, proclaiming, "Yes please!"

The blonde writer trailed behind the two men with her daughter, afraid to leave the child's side. She hadn't seen her in three years, scarcely believing that it was the same person. Corsa's lively eyes had dulled, dark circles etched into the teen's face. Her long, flowing blue tresses hung lifelessly around her, barely swaying in the light evening breeze.

"I'm so thankful you're alive…" she trailed off, unsure of the reaction she would receive from the child. They weren't on good terms last they saw each other, her child stubbornly rushing to board Jaco's ship, insistent to venture the star system.

Corsa stopped, causing her mother to halt beside her. Glancing up, the girl locked eyes with Tights, the writer sensing strong determination in that gaze.

"You don't have to worry anymore mom. I'm staying on Earth."

"If that's what you want, dear….Are you going to try to be a singer here?" she asked, curious what her child had in mind.

"No…."

Corsa thought back once again to the conversation she had with the destroyer god.

If you survive, carve out a better path for yourself….

"A doctor."

"What, sweetie?" Tights asked, unsure if she heard correctly.

"I'm going to be a doctor." The teen stated, her tone implying how obvious the choice seemed.

"Now honey, I know you're young, but that's awfully ambitious." Her mother said.

"Why not? I'm thirteen, I've already graduated with my associates, should be a piece of cake."

"Oh, Corsa…" the writer said, sighing at the insistence of her child. She was well aware if her kid put her mind to something, that was it. There'd be no changing her mind.

'I've been such a selfish child…' Corsa thought, watching as her mother absorbed yet another one of her daughter's grand ideas. The teen felt a lump well up in her throat, guilt filling her being as she realized how much time had past since the last she saw her parent.

"Mom, I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused you. I haven't been the best daughter."

"Oh honey, you don't have to-"

Tights was caught off as the girl put up her hand, silently insisting she let her finish.

"I know you don't want to hear it, but I've done some things I'm not proud of. I abused my power over others, using my abilities to get my way when my status couldn't. But not anymore. I've lost a lot of my powers, including flying. The only one left is healing. So why not use it to do some good for a change?"

Tights pulled her daughter close, holding her in a long embrace. Her emotions betrayed her as tears began to stream down her face.

"Oh honey, you could never do anything that would make me ashamed of you. I love you no matter what. If you want to be a doctor, then go for it. I'll support you."

Putting her hands on either side of Corsa's face, she said, "Your father would be so proud if he was here…"

The teen's eyes began to well up with tears.

"I hope he'd be mom…"

(-Ten years later-)

Corsa accomplished her goal of graduating from medical school at eighteen, throwing herself headlong into both her education and profession. At twenty-three, she had gained notoriety as one of the best surgeons in the region, giving free aid to distant villages where medical care was few and far between. Attending a conference in West City, the young physician came across her aunt, Bulma, who was accepting an award for a new jet engine Capsule Corp. had patented. Thrilled to see her long lost niece, she invited her to an after party at Capsule Corp. Little does the doctor know, fate has a twisted sense of humor….

Author's note:

Hope you enjoyed the prologue!

(This is a re-edited version of the original. I'll be conducting re-edits of the first ten or so chapters, some will be more apparent than others.)

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