"Almost done."

A girl with short, thick black hair that stood up in the back wiped her hands on her tattered clothes. Her untrimmed claws caught on the fabric and tore it even worse. She frowned at it before shrugging, it didn't matter much to her.

The environment on this planet was finally beginning to get to her. Or maybe it was just the waiting.

This planet couldn't be more different from her home planet with its freezing winds and the impossibility of actually seeing the ground under the deep, packed snow. Not saying that her home planet was picture perfect, but at least it wasn't fucking cold.

Looking up at the dark sky she breathed a jet of steam through her nose. Soon, soon, this whole thing will be over.

DBZ

"Mom!" Trunks called, running to his mother's workshop, "MOM, YOU'VE GOTTA SEE THIS."

"Trunks?" The blue haired woman shouted, peaking from under the hover car she had been "fixing". "Trunks, whats going on?"

Nearly toppling over a table of tools, Trunks took his mother's hand and tugged it gently, "The news! Gramps says you've got to come see!"

"Okay, okay!" Bulma mumbled, pushing herself up and began to follow Trunks out of the workshop.

"Come ON, MOM." Trunks bellowed.

"Sheesh, alright!" Bulma huffed, breaking into a jog.

Trunks zipped into the living room where the T.V was turned on and Mr. and Mrs. Briefs were watching it with evident shock.

Bulma stood near her father as Trunks plopped on the couch. "What's going on?"

"Just watch." He murmured.

"- again, there has been what seems to be a piece of space junk coming towards Earth. Geologists suspect that it should land in the prairies west of Satan City - which are uninhabited as far as we know. If anyone is in the prairies authorities advise to evacuate the area immediately. " said the reporter on the T.V.

"The junk is expected to crash land in about an hour, we advise everyone to stay in their homes around that time. There will be a watch every ten minutes…"

"So?" Bulma shrugged, "space junk falling from the sky?"

"Except Gramps and I don't think it's just space junk." Trunks explained, looking excited.

Mr. Briefs nodded, "They had put live footage on. Thank goodness I've recorded it." He picked up the remote control and pressed the rewind button. "There." He used his other hand to point at the fuzzy picture on the T.V. "They couldn't get a good picture, unfortunately, but I think we can both tell what that looks like."

Bulma squinted at it for a second before gasping, "But it can't be!" she shrieked, "There's absolutely no way that can be what I think it is!"

Mr. Briefs frowned, shrugging, "With this quality of picture we can't know for sure…" he turned to talk to Bulma again but she was already heading for the door, "Trunks, you want to come see a space ship crash land live?"

"Oh, yeah!" Trunks whooped, "I mean, yeah, why not?"

"Alright then." Bulma smiled.

DBZ

When Bulma and Trunks arrived at the prairies where the "space junk" was supposedly going to crash land they found that Vegeta, Gohan, Piccolo, and Goten had already beaten them there.

"Hey, you guys." Bulma called, climbing out of her hovercraft. "Come to see the spaceship too?"

"Hi, Bulma, Trunks." Gohan greeted, looking around at her and grinning in greeting. "As for the spaceship, I think its more whats inside of it that brought us here."

"Is it something strong?" asked Trunks, rushing towards Goten.

Gohan shrugged, "We think so."

"It won't be a problem." Vegeta huffed, "Perhaps for the Kakarot spawn it will be a challenge."

Bulma rolled her eyes as she stood by her lover.

"Either way its not coming for a while." Gohan muttered, peering at the sky. "We might as well sit back for now. What do you think Piccolo?" he asked, looking over at his green mentor.

"Might as well." He commented, folding his arms.

"Wanna spare, Goten?" Trunks asked, raising his fists.

"Yeah!" agreed Goten, getting in a stance of his own.

"Well, at least we'll have entertainment." Bulma sighed, taking a seat on the dry grass.

DBZ

All at once Gohan, Piccolo, and Vegeta stiffened. Bulma, Trunks and Goten immediately noticed that there was something wrong and they stopped in their acts and looked at the sky warily.

"Its coming?" Bulma asked.

"Yeah, see?" Piccolo said, pointing to the sky where a fiery object had appeared, coming down to Earth.

Gohan squinted at the object, "Looks like its going to land somewhere over there." He noted, indicating to the distance.

They all watched the spherical object coming closer to Earth until it finally landed, making the Earth quake as it did so.

Bulma hurried to her shuttle to take off as the rest quickly flew towards the crash sight.

For a second all was quiet when everyone arrived, staring at the smoking machine cautiously. Gohan and Trunks stood nearest to it with Vegeta, Gohan, and Piccolo closely behind. Bulma was coming closer to it, peaking at it curiously.

Then the door of the shuttle opened and a cloud of smoke erupted from within like a miniature volcano. Everyone stared as a dark figure could be barely seen coming out of the shuttle.

The mystery person released a quick wave of ki to blow away the smoke.

A young woman was standing aloft. She had black hair that stuck up in weird places and ears that folded over on themselves as well as a tail that reminded most of a feathery dog tail. She had the harsh look of someone who hadn't eaten and slept properly in a long time, although she was holding herself upright with her shoulders back. She was turned, looking to the west of them and hadn't seemed to notice them yet. She slowly rotated until she was finally facing them.

Her eyes immediately zeroed in on Vegeta.

She bared her teeth in hate and snarled, "You."

She pounced off of the shuttle and stalked towards Vegeta, who's eyes seemed to have widened comically. She continued forward until there was barely a foot in distance between the two. Vegeta screwed his face up, trying to pass as nonplussed, but didn't budge.

The girl glared down at him, "Saiyan." She spat, "Where's your partner?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Vegeta mused.

The rest watched warily, but Piccolo looked like he was confused, as well as Gohan. Trunks and Bulma immediately realized something was off, other than the fact that the alien was talking to Vegeta like she knew him before.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about!" she barked. "Big guy, bald, mustache, ring any bells?"

"She means the Saiyan that came with you to Earth." Piccolo stated.

"Oh, yeah," Gohan, "Something like Nappa, right?"

The girl's eyes flicked to the rest of the group, her eyes fell on the two boys, Piccolo, Gohan, Bulma, and back to Vegeta.

"Where is he?" she growled.

"Why do I have to answer to you?" the black hair alien huffed.

The alien girl studied the man before backing off of him and turning to the group. "This Saiyan, what happened to him?" she asked, her voice was becoming softer as she regained control of herself, but her brown eyes still looked feral.

"He's dead." Piccolo answered, gruffly, narrowing his eyes at the girl.

The alien stared, her face looked like it had been carved out of wood. She slowly turned back to Vegeta.

"It's true?" she asked in a monotone.

Vegeta glared at her before nodding once.

The girl looked like all of the air was coming out of her although she was still standing.

"Alright then." She sighed, she went to her shuttle and kicked it hard. The machine flew away from her and into the distance the moment her foot touched it. The group could hear its muffled crash a few moments later. She continued to stare far off into the distance, more like she was staring into another world.

Bulma came forward, a little slowly, but not in anyway scared or nervous. "How do you know about Saiyans?" she asked loudly.

The group could see the alien girl's ears fold backward a little towards Bulma but didn't answer.

"Hey!" Bulma shouted, "I'm talking to you! How do you know about Saiyans! What kind of alien are you?"

The girl slowly turned toward the group, her warm yet cold eyes on the blue haired woman.

"Why don't you ask him?" she jerked her head towards Vegeta, whom was still staring at her shrewdly.

"She asked you the question." Vegeta growled.

The girl merely glared at him coldly.

Gohan was the one to step forward this time. "We're not here to pick fights. Tell us your name and where you came from."

The alien blinked quizzically at him.

"You're not a Saiyan." She stated, "You don't have a tail." She gestured to Bulma, Goten, and Trunks. "Neither do you." Her fury ears moved forward as she studied the group and her forehead creased as her eyes darted to Vegeta, noticing that his tail was gone as well.

"What happened to your tail?" she inquired. "The source of your power? You didn't take it off, of course?"

Vegeta's eyes narrowed visibly, "And what if I did, Morak?"

"Morak?" Bulma blinked.

"Is that what you are?" Gohan asked, "Your species?"

The girl sighed heavily, still glaring at Vegeta with dislike. "Yes, that is my species. Morakian, or Morak for short." She answered turning her head to survey the group again.

"I've certainly never heard of it." Piccolo muttered darkly.

"And what species are you?" she asked, her voice icy.

"Namekian." He answered simply.

The girl's mood did a 180 as she gawked at the green alien. "Namekian? A Namek?" she asked in awe.

Piccolo grunted, "Yeah, what of it?"

The alien girl swallowed thickly, shaking her head slowly, "Nothing." She said quietly. "I wasn't expecting a Namek to be here is all."

She slowly looked again at the rest. "What species are you? Human?"

"I am." Bulma answered, "But these guys are half Saiyan."

The girl turned her attention to Gohan, Trunks, and Goten. "Hybrids?" she asked, then turned to Vegeta, "Yours?"

"Just the purple one." He grunted.

The alien than looked at Gohan and Goten, "There's another Saiyan here?"

Both Sons shook their heads solemnly, "No, he died."

The girl's eyes softened a fraction and inclined her head, "I'm sorry for your loss." Then her eyes became chilly again. "Thank you for your time. I have to go now."

"Hold up." Gohan cried, flying to block her path. She nearly dodged him if he hadn't grabbed her arm. She didn't try to run away, but she glared daggers at his arm.

"What?" she growled.

"You still haven't answered all of our questions. Now, I don't want to hurt you but if you don't start cooperating I will!" he said, fire in his eyes.

The girl inclined her, studying the hybrid intently before nodding, "Fine, but you have to let me go."

Gohan's brow furrowed even more, "Promise you won't run the moment I let you go."

"Why?" Vegeta shouted, "We'll just catch her anyway."

Gohan ignored him, "Say it." He ordered the girl.

There was a pause before she nodded slowly, "I promise not to run away the moment you let me go." She stated clearly.

"Good." Said Gohan as he released her arm.

The girl took a few steps back from the young man and gazed around at the group. "What do you want to know?"

"Everything." Gohan said, keeping his gaze even.

"Starting on why you're here." Piccolo piped in.

The girl twisted her hair nervously, her eyes kept flicking to each member, her tail was swishing back and forth slowly.

"I came here because I had heard that the Saiyan, Nappa, was here." She stated, "The same Saiyan that killed my brothers. I came here to kill him."

When all was silent she continued, "Anything else in particular?"

"I said everything." Gohan said, his eyes were still wary but it had softened a fraction. "Your race, where you came from, your name, how you got here."

"In that order?" The girl asked, a ghost of a smile on her face. "I'm a Morakian. My race was created by Freiza while he was still powerful. He created us using the DNA of a Saiyan, which is 63% of our DNA, and the DNA of a Namekian, approximately 47%. I don't know all of the details so there could have been more thrown in but Namekian and Saiyan are the two main ones."

"Why would he create a species?" Bulma wondered.

"He wanted a race that could destroy planets as easily as a Saiyan, but are more loyal and easier to control. From what I remember of my elders they said that he was planning on wiping out the rest of the Saiyan race and rely on my species alone," She explained, "but he didn't get the chance to do that before my people rebelled."

"And you survived?" Piccolo asked.

The alien frowned deeper, "He set the Saiyans on us. Wiped most of my people out before deciding that we weren't worth the time." She reached for her hair and began tugging it.

"Why?" Trunks asked, "Why wouldn't they just wipe you all out?"

This was the first time the alien had heard the boy speak, she stared at him for a moment before taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly.

"Because my people didn't like fighting to kill." She answered, "That was the reason the originals rebelled in the first place. My people didn't want to kill, not that we didn't fight." A sad grin appeared on her face, it was just a tilt of the lips but it softened her eyes nonetheless. "We fought for sport, to grow stronger. It was something to enjoy for us. Not something to kill each other with."

She took another breath and continued, "The Saiyans and Frieza deserted the last of the originals on a desert planet, thinking that we'd starve to death probably, but they didn't count on our Namekian genes." She smirked at Piccolo. "They were able to find a source of water and that's how we lived. Although the hunger hurt, it was better than starving."

Vegeta grunted.

"And that's how we lived for many generations." The alien went on, "We created our own civilization and lived in piece, until our elder had a vision." Her voice became wooden, "That's a power some of us had. The ability to see into the future, though, it was very rare.

The elder saw that Frieza was going to destroy planet Vegeta, the Saiyans home world, and then come for us. The people had been working on a way of space travel so we could trade and had somewhat finished a small shuttle," she shrugged in the direction of the pod that she kicked over yonder. "But it was very small. Only two fully - grown Moraks could fit in it. " Her eyes became glazed over, "We were only just able to fit in three children. I included. The other two were my younger brothers. I was only five. We got out just in time, I saw my planet explode.

I am the last Morakian. My name is Nira."