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Dec 21, 2020

[FIC] Luffa: The Legendary Super Saiyan (143/?)

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Continuity Note: This story takes place about 1000 years before 66 years after the events of Dragon Ball Z.

Tonight’s Episode:

[February 24, Age 850. Toki Toki City.]

"What's your name?"

"Luffa. I'm Luffa."

"Well I'm Pulmon, Luffa. Just lie back and relax. This won't take long."

The attending physician in the Toki Toki Hospital was a green skinned alien, similar to the one Luffa had encountered during the mission Trunks had sent her on. Only this green man had a white mustache and beard, and a fin running along the top of his head. She expected him to hook her up to some sort of diagnostic equipment to read her vital signs, but instead, he simply placed his hands on her ribs and one of her arms. Then a gentle glow appeared from his hands, and Luffa found that her body didn't hurt as much. Then she realized that it was more than just an anasthetic. Her injuries were actually healing as the man worked.

"Where are you from?" Luffa asked. "I've never seen your species before today."

"Well that's not too surprising," Pulmon said with a chuckle. "We Namekians don't get around much. And our home planet was destroyed some time ago."

"Do you all have this kind of power?" Luffa asked.

"Some of us do," he said. "We Dragon Types specializes in techniques like these. But those of the Warrior Type focus on martial arts. A bit like you Saiyans, I suppose."

"I don't know about that," Luffa said. Her thoughts kept drifting back to her recent mission, and to Raditz, the Saiyan who invaded Earth to recruit his own brother. According to Trunks, Raditz was supposed to die in that encounter, but some mysterious enemy had tried to alter that moment in history. Somehow, by defeating Raditz in combat, Luffa had restored the timeline to normal. She neither knew nor cared about the mechanics of time anomalies. What bothered her was the pitiful state of Raditz' character. She knew almost nothing of the Namekian people, but she suspected that any comparison to Saiyans would be an insult. Once, she had been proud to call herself a Saiyan, but recent events had forced her to rethink that pride.

"There we are. All finished," Pulmon said, rousing Luffa from her brooding.

"That was... fast," she said. "Are you sure you're done?"

"Positive," Pulmon said. "But if you find you still aren't feeling well, we can run some tests to make sure you're all right. Have you been assigned quarters yet?"

"Huh?"

"I figured you must be new in Toki Toki City if you haven't seen a Namekian before," Pulmon explained. "I know you Saiyans enjoy a good brawl, but you really ought to get your living arrangements squared away before you jump right into your duties. Not to mention some clothes."

She looked down at the black bandeau and shorts she was wearing. "The purple-haired guy... Trunks. He said he would get me some clothes later. I... sort of ruined my last outfit."

"Well, it's pretty late in the day for that," Pulmon said. "Why don't you spend the night here? I'll let Trunks know and he can pick you up in the morning and show you around town."

"Uh, sure, that sounds fine."

He took her by the hand and led her to a room at the end of a hallway. Another alien, this one more like Trunks' species, brought in a set of linens and pillows, and after a few minutes they shut off the lights and left, closing the door behind them. Luffa couldn't remember the last time she had been so tired, and as she drifted off to sleep, she imagined that she would be out cold for the better part of a day.

Instead, she woke up after about four hours. Less tired, but unable to fall asleep again. It seemed that there was no escaping the troubles that weighed on her mind.

She had no idea where she was. A short time ago, Luffa had been destroying the planet Nagaoka, and most of the Saiyan race along with it. She had been fully prepared to die along with her enemies on that shattered world, but instead she found herself magically transported here, to a place called Toki Toki City. A man called Trunks had wished for this to happen, and a mystic wish-granting creature had made it all come true. What confused Luffa was that Trunks hadn't even wished for anyone specific. He just wanted a strong ally to help him with his mission.

And Luffa had certainly been strong. She was the Legendary Super Saiyan after all. But Trunks didn't even know her, and then on her very first assignment, she found herself badly outclassed by Raditz, a Saiyan with an utterly pathetic power level. She had tried to transform, to overwhelm him with her full strength, but the change just... didn't happen. She couldn't raise her ki very much at all. Luffa estimated that she was roughly as strong as she had been when she was a child.

She had no idea how this had happened. Perhaps it was a side-effect of the wish Trunks had made. She had no idea how far the magic dragon had teleported her, or what that kind of trip might do to a person's body. She had taken a lot of damage during the destruction of Nagaoka. Luffa's plan had been to blow herself up, along with the entire planet, but somehow she had survived. Even so, the release of so much raw energy must have taken a toll on her body. But Pulmon had healed her body, and she had gotten a little sleep, and yet she didn't feel her old strength returning.

Did it have something to do with the Oozaru form? She had used the light of Nagaoka's full moon to turn the tables on her enemies, but the transformation had carried a tremendous risk. Any Saiyan could become a giant ape, and Luffa knew the Super Saiyan form very well, but before Nagaoka, she had never attempted to use both forms at once. She had assumed that the strain would kill her, but perhaps it had simply damaged her powers.

All Luffa knew for certain was that ever since the battle on Nagaoka, she had been unable to summon her full power, no matter how hard she tried. Her Super Saiyan form might as well have been in another universe. Perhaps it was lost to her forever. She wasn't sure how to react to that. When she first became a Super Saiyan, she was horrified by the form, and desperate to be rid of it. Eventually, Luffa had learned to accept it as part of herself, though she still struggled with that.

But for all she knew, the Super Saiyan power was only a temporary condition. She knew that the ancient Saiyan hero Chanisp had the same ability, but there was no way to know if he had it for his entire life. Maybe there was only a set period of time that one could access the form. Once it was gone, it was gone, and you had to go back to being normal.

What made the whole thing so frustrating was that she had no idea what the answer was, and there was no one who could help her. Trunks and Pulmon had been kind enough to her, but neither of them knew anything about this problem. She was the only Super Saiyan of this era, and Dr. Topsas was the only one with anything close to expertise in her unique physiology.

It suddenly occurred to her that she wasn't so unique after all. Maybe she never had been.

*******

[February 25, Age 850. Toki Toki City.]

Hours later, Luffa left the hospital and met Trunks in the waiting room. He then led her to a an outdoor bazaar that served as the "industrial sector" of Toki-Toki City. Nearly every structure in this place shared the same architecture: chalk-white domes or tubes, with windows around the circumference. A few buildings looked like giant robot mushrooms, and some had additions built on with wood or brick. She followed Trunks to one particular dome, where a robot was selling clothes.

"Here we are. Good ol' No. 29," Trunks said, pointing at the large black glyphs on the surface of the shop.

"If you say so," Luffa grumbled, unable to read any of the writing in this place.

"They should have just about any style you could ask for." Trunks said. He then turned his attention to the robot. "My friend here needs something to wear in the field. Do you have a Saiyan battle jacket in her size?"

"One moment please," the robot said, before spinning around and scanning Luffa. "Acquiring measurements. Query: Is there something wrong with the clothing you already have?"

Luffa had borrowed a set of scrubs from the hospital, but she hadn't taken the time to get a proper fitting. The outfit was so loose and baggy that she had been forced to use her tail as a belt. "I don't think this getup would hold up very long in a fight," she said.

"Unfortunate," the robot said. "According to my databanks, this would be quite fashionable in South City. Scan complete, cross-referencing inventory. Here we are."

The robot reached into a storage drawer and selected a small capsule from an assortment. At first, Luffa thought they were pharmaceuticals, but the robot pressed a button on the capsule and tossed it over the storefront at her feet. The capsule suddenly exploded with a puff of smoke, and when it cleared, there lay an open box filled with neatly folded clothes.

They were blue.

Luffa knelt down to examine the fabric, but made no effort to hide her disgust. "Well the color's a non-starter, but besides that... You said this was Saiyan gear? I've never seen anything like this before."

"It's a special material," Trunks said. "It'll stretch and adjust to fit perfectly. Even the armored jacket stretches. You just slide it over your head."

Luffa looked at one of the white boots like it was made of bird droppings. "Yeah, this isn't going to work," she said. "I like something a little roomier in the legs. And this!" She put her hand inside the blue shirt and pulled it tight, causing the fabric to mold around her fingers until it looked like a glove. "I think I need something with a little more support. Black, if you've got it."

"I always thought the Saiyan armor was pretty cool..." Trunks muttered to himself.

After half an hour of browsing the store's inventory, Luffa finally emerged from the dressing room in something resembling her usual dress. Her pants were baggy yellow trousers tucked into black boots, but her top was a black compression shirt with short sleeves and yellow piping on the shoulders and ribs. Normally, she wore fingerless gloves, but the store had run out of this style, so she settled for full gloves instead.

"It'll take some getting used to, but I think this will work," Luffa said as she swung her arms around, testing the feel of the sleeve cuffs on her shoulders. Now, how about we get something to eat? I thought I saw a shop with a brazier back this way, so it's as good a place to start as any. Come on."

"Um, sure," Trunks said, but Luffa had already marched off to follow the scent. Just as he moved to follow her, he felt a tug on the sleeve of his black coat. He turned to find the robot tailor holding him by one of its wiry arms, and it made a noise that sounded like someone clearing their throat.

"Query: Who shall be paying the bill for this order?" the robot asked.

"Oh," Trunks said. "Well, um... you see..."

"Let's go, Trunks!" Luffa called from further away.

With a heavy sigh, Trunks rubbed the back of his scalp with his hand.

*******

[February 25, Age 850. Toki Toki City.]

After their meal, they returned to the Time Vault, where Trunks briefed her on the next mission. Eleven months after Raditz's invasion of Earth, his two comrades arrived to finish what he had started. The Earth's defenders had taken Raditz's warnings seriously, and they had done everything possible to prepare, but there were two major miscalculations.

"Let me get this straight," Luffa asked as she watched the mystic image on the Scroll of Eternity. "They were counting on Kakarot to take the lead in this battle? He's the one who got himself killed fighting Raditz, wasn't he?"

"Yes, but his friends wished him back to life," Trunks explained. "You see, my mother invented a device that makes it pretty easy to find the Dragon Balls, and--"

"Wait, why didn't they just ask this dragon to kill the invaders for them?" Luffa asked. "If it's that powerful--"

"He isn't," Trunks said. "In the time I come from, Shenron no longer exists, because his creator was killed, causing the Dragon Balls to transform into ordinary stones. Shenron can do miraculous things, but he still has limits. Once he grants a wish, it takes months before the Dragon Balls can be used again. And he can only grant wishes that are within the power given to him by his creator. He can't resurrect someone more than once, for example."

"And he can't kill a Saiyan," Luffa surmised. "At least not the ones we're dealing with right now. But he can revive Kakarot, so that gives Earth another defender, except why would he do any better than the last time? He was a wimp the last time I saw him, and being dead isn't exactly a great training regimen."

"It is, actually," Trunks said. "In the afterlife, Goku was given special permission to keep his mortal body and train with King Kai. My mother always told me that when Goku returned, his power was extraordinary. She tried to measure his ki using Raditz's scouter, and it exploded."

"So until he could get back to Earth, his allies had to hold the line," Luffa said, pointing at the scroll. "Except it looks like they didn't make it in time, and now Kakarot's stuck in a two-on-one situation, except he doesn't have a tail like the others."

The scroll showed Goku, now suffused with a crimson aura, desperately fleeing two giant apes. Luffa didn't understand how the invaders could turn into Oozaru in broad daylight, but the odds were clearly in their favor. The purple smoke wafting up from their bodies indicated that they had gotten the same power boost as Raditz, but she doubted that it made much of a difference.

"That's where the enemy altered history," Trunks said. "In the original sequence of events, Goku was late getting to the battlefield, and the others were overwhelmed by Nappa's power, but everything still worked out in the end. It was a terrible battle, but they still won. Right now, my best guess is that this dark energy must have affected their judgment somehow. Instead of toying with their opponents and waiting for Goku to arrive, they just went all out. Nappa alone was too much for them, but if my father decided to fight alongside him, then the others wouldn't have stood a chance."

"Your father?" Luffa asked. "Wait, back this thing up."

Trunks touched the scroll with his fingertips, and somehow this caused the image on the parchment to rewind itself to earlier in the battle, to when the Saiyans first arrived on Earth. Luffa had watched this part earlier in the mission briefing, but now she paid closer attention to the two invaders. Nappa was one of the largest Saiyans she had ever seen. He looked like an even bigger version of Raditz, only older and bald, and with a sadistic sneer on his face that was framed by a thin mustache. Beside him was Vegeta, who looked to be taller than Luffa, but only by a few centimeters. The scouter on his face had obscured it somewhat, but now that Luffa knew what to look for, the resemblance was obvious. She looked at Trunks and smiled.

"I'll be damned," she said. "I didn't even notice you had Saiyan blood. The hair must have thrown me off, and it's tough to pick up a scent in this place."

"Er, right," Trunks said. "I guess I should have told you, but it's not that unusual around here. A lot of Time Patrollers are Saiyans. Mostly descendants of Goku and my father, but there's others from outer space."

"Well that would explain it," Luffa said. "Raditz called himself an 'elite', but he wasn't all that special. I guess in this part of the universe, there weren't too many powerful Saiyans around, so the bar's a lot lower. No wonder Shenron brought me here. You guys needed a full-blooded Saiyan, and most of the best of them died on Nagaoka. I'm still not quite myself, but I guess I'm all you've got."

"Uh..." was all Trunks could say.

"No offense," Luffa said. "Your old man looks like he could handle himself okay, but I can tell he's just another royalist flunky. I guess he was smart enough to leave Planet Saiya, but without the Rehval Dynasty to tell him what to do, he's just a two-bit punk."

"Are you sure you don't want to rest for a while longer?" Trunks suggested. "Maybe we need to talk a little more before--"

"Nah, it's fine," Luffa said. "You said this was a big problem, and I feel a lot better this morning. And now that I know you're one of us, I'd like to show off a little. Give you a taste of what the Saiyan race can really do."

"You've... never even heard of...?" Trunks started to ask, but before he could finish the question, Luffa had impulsively grabbed the scroll and vanished into the timestream.

*******

[3 November, Age 762. Earth.]

Five minutes after Luffa arrived, she found herself surrounded by plant monsters. From the sidelines, the Earth's defenders watched her fight, unsure of how to proceed.

"I thought there were only two Saiyans," asked Tien Shinhan. He was an Earthling, though his three eyes seemed to imply otherwise.

"Well, this new one's different from the others, that's for sure," said one of the others. Yamcha was dressed in orange, and had long black hair, which stood out compared to his mostly bald allies. Despite the high stakes of the battle, he seemed almost at ease as he observed Luffa in action. "I mean, she lets her tail hang out, like Goku did when he was a boy. And she's not wearing one of their uniforms. But there's more, you guys... It's hard to tell when she's moving so fast, but unless I miss my guess, I'm pretty sure..."

"What is it, Yamcha?" asked Chiaotzu. He was another Earthling, though his skin was chalk-white, and he was roughly the size of the half-Saiyan child in their group.

"Come on, fill us in," added Krillin. He was taller than Chiaotzu, but not by much. His bald head was adorned with six dots above his brow, which Luffa assumed was a local martial arts custom. She had an interest in such things, and would have liked to ask about it, except she was too busy dodging plant-monster acid.

"It's just... well, she's kinda cute," Yamcha said, his face now turning red with embarrassment. "For a Saiyan, I mean. You know, maybe this invasion won't be so bad after all, right?"

Luffa was too far away to hear the compliment. Coincidentally, she had just locked her jaw onto one of the creatures' legs, and tore off a chunk of its flesh. A green liquid ran down her chin as she spun around to drive her elbow into the back of one of the other monsters.

"Uh, never mind, guys," Yamcha said, now looking very pale.

"This is ridiculous!" growled Piccolo. "We should be fighting the Saiyans, not standing around watching them battle each other!" Of the Earthling camp, he was the tallest and most powerful, though he was clearly not native to their world. Luffa now understood him to be a Namekian, although Piccolo himself had been unaware of this truth until minutes before this battle began.

"Normally, I'd agree," Tien said, "but if it buys time for Goku to get here, then we ought to take advantage of it. Those Saibamen creatures were giving us a tough time before she showed up."

On the opposite side, the two Saiyans were similarly confused.

"Hey, Vegeta," Nappa said. "Raditz never mentioned a sister, did he?"

"No, he didn't," Vegeta replied. "Curious. From the way she's dressed, I'd say she's a renegade. Maybe she heard about the Dragon Balls, and she's here to jump our claim."

"Nuts to that!" Nappa snarled. "I didn't wait a year in that space pod to come here and watch her screw up our wish for immortality! How about it, Vegeta? I know you wanted to let the Saibamen play with these Earthlings for a while, but that was before she showed up to spoil the show. I think it's time I step in and find out what her game is!"

Vegeta made a derisive snort. "Fine. Do as you like. Just make sure nothing happens to the Namekian. Remember, he's going to tell us how to find the Dragon Balls."

"Ha ha! I like that!" Nappa cheered. "Immortality, here we come!"

"Oh? Is the big dumb one finally going to get his hands dirty?" Luffa had killed all but two of the Saibamen, but once she spotted Nappa walking towards her, she raised her hand, extending two fingers, and the creatures suddenly exploded where they stood. Vegeta didn't move, but his eyes widened with surprise.

"You've got a smart mouth on you, little girl, but you won't talk so tough once I'm done with you!" Nappa shouted. As he approached, he began punching his right palm with his left fist.

"You remind me of my father," Luffa said. She scooped up a piece of a Saibaman and took a bite as she walked closer to Nappa.

"Is that right?" Nappa said with a laugh. "Well I doubt we're related! I'm from one of the noblest families on Planet Vegeta!"

"No, I don't mean you look like my father," Luffa said. She waited until they were close together before finally looking him in the eye. "I meant you remind me of how I killed him."

Something about her cold expression startled Nappa, and he took a half step back without really thinking. "Wh-why you little--! I think it's time I taught you some respect!"

"Sure, old man," Luffa said. She raised her hand and curled in her fingers to egg him on. "Teach me something. While you still can."

Nappa made a frustrated roar and threw a punch at her, which she dodged easily. His follow-up, however, was more successful. He swung his leg around in a spin-kick, and caught her off-guard, sending her crashing into one of the buttes that littered the wasteland.

Nappa laughed at his quick victory, and the Earth's defenders prepared themselves for a fight. Under the rubble of the butte, Luffa cursed her body for being so pathetic.

The Saibamen creatures had taken more out of her than she had realized. Each of them was about as strong as Raditz had been, so she felt a surge of confidence when she was able to fight five of them at once, but it wasn't enough. Nappa was even stronger, and she was certain that Vegeta was even stronger still.

She couldn't stand this! To reach the heights of Saiyan potential, only to degenerate to this pitiful level. There had been times when she had longed to return to her old life, a low-level Saiyan housewife, instead of the Legendary Super Saiyan. But she hadn't counted on how accustomed she had gotten to being invincible. Right now, all she wanted was to take Nappa's smug superiority and make him choke on it. She wanted to blast her way out of all these rocks she was buried under, and tell him that his attack hadn't hurt at all.

Instead, she shoved just enough of them aside to climb out of the debris. And the pain in her back was enough to curb any show of bravado.

"I'm not finished yet!" she snarled. But as she surveyed the battlefield, she was shocked by how much had happened while she was down.

The dark energy wafted from Nappa's body like purple steam. His eyes glowed red, and he seemed completely unconcerned with Luffa's comeback. In short order, he had already killed Chiaotzu, Yamcha, Tien, and Piccolo. Only Gohan and Krillin remained alive, and neither looked like they were in much shape to continue fighting.

"Well well, look who's still alive!" Nappa said with a grin. "I guess you really are a Saiyan after all! I was starting to think one of these Earth punks made a fake tail and glued it onto your butt!"

"I'm more of a Saiyan... than you'll ever be, old man!" Luffa seethed. "I'll tear you apart!"

"That's the spirit!" Nappa cheered. "You're gonna die no matter what, so you might as well go down fighting, right?"

"Nappa!" Vegeta shouted. "Hurry up and finish her off! Kakarot will be here any moment!"

"Right!" Nappa said. "No sense wasting time playing around with small fry like you!"

Faster than she could follow with her eyes, he rushed towards her, and raised his fist to deliver a finishing blow. Luffa raised her arms, uncertain whether she could stop him...

...and somehow, she did. Without being consciously aware of it, she managed to not only catch Nappa's fist, but stopped it just centimeters from her face.

"Nappa, what is the matter over there?!" Vegeta growled. "Stop fooling around!"

Nappa snarled as he tried to force his way through Luffa's defense. She pushed back, unsure of her own strength.

"What is this?" he asked. "You can't be strong enough to do this! Y-you can't!"

"You know what?" Luffa sneered. "You're probably right! I'd better try something else."

Before he could react, she shifted her balance, and wrapped her limbs around his arm to catch him in a joint lock. Nappa howled in pain as she seized his fingers and torqued back his wrist.

"You little--! Arrrgghhh!" Nappa howled.

"Come on!" Luffa shouted. "Show me what you've got! You were gonna teach me some respect, right! Or maybe you want to call your buddy over to help!"

"Nappa, what are you doing?" Vegeta scolded.

"He's dying, that's what," Luffa shouted back. "One piece at a time, and then you're next, you royalist fool!"

Nappa could only swing his arm wildly, in a desperate attempt to break Luffa's grip. Instead, Luffa held on tighter, and then finally twisted Nappa's arm enough to break his wrist. She leaped clear of him and gasped for breath. The effort had left her winded, but the sight of Nappa's arm dangling uselessly at his side was like a balm for her spirit.

"Come on!" Luffa shouted. She slapped her chest and shoulders, daring him to take his best shot. "Come on! Hit me!"

Nappa couldn't resist her challenge, and he threw his good forearm at the side of her head. Luffa didn't even try to block him. She simply absorbed the blow, and recovered.

"What... what are you?" Nappa muttered.

"I'm just some freak who glued a tail on her butt," Luffa replied. "Right?"

She hit him back and he fell over from the force of it.

"Right?!" she screamed as she hit him again.

She put her arms behind her back and dared him to hit her. Nappa began to hyperventilate with anger and frustration. In his panic, he looked over to Vegeta, only to find that his lord was no longer paying attention to their fight.

Instead, Vegeta was glaring at the surviving Earthlings, who had been joined by Goku.

"Time's up," Luffa said with an evil smile. "Not that your idiot friend would have helped you, but now he's got his own playmate to deal with. And you won't be helping him, not with the shape you're in."

"No!" Nappa shouted, as he struck her face. Her head recoiled from the impact, but she recovered almost immediately, her eyes wide with excitement.

"You wanted to be immortal?" Luffa asked. "You? Fool! What would you do with eternal life? Throwing weak little punches like that."

He hit her again, and she began to laugh. Nearby, Goku and Vegeta had begun fighting, but she found herself unable to concentrate on that part of the battle. It almost felt like taking blows from Nappa was making her stronger, reawakening the dormant power that lay within her.

"Good, keep it up!" she screamed. "A few more like that, and Kakarot can sit out for the rest of this one! I'll just tackle your boss by myself!"

"Damn you! You'll never beat Vegeta!" Nappa insisted. She could see the fear in his eyes now. He was beginning to realize that he was no match for her, and the pain and weight of his injured arm was starting to take a toll on his fighting ability. All he had left now was his faith in his partner.

"Oh? And what makes him so special?" Luffa asked. "Another product of a 'noble family'?"

"You... you really don't have a clue, do you?" Nappa gasped. "He's no ordinary Saiyan! He's the Prince! There's a reason he shares the name of our home planet!"

This startled Luffa for a moment, but only a moment. Nappa tried to take advantage by firing beams of ki from his eyes, but she dodged these with little trouble.

"What Prince?" she demanded. "Rehval had no sons, and even if he did--!"

"Oh, then you've heard of Rehval at least," Nappa said. "Guess your parents taught you that much history. Well here's the rest of it: Prince Vegeta is the product of over a thousand years of Saiyan breeding! He's stronger than any Saiyan I've ever met! Stronger than me, stronger than you... why, he's even stronger than his own father!"

She didn't understand what he was saying. "A thousand years?" she asked. She turned and looked up to watch the prince in action.

To his credit, Goku was putting up a good fight, but Vegeta clearly had the advantage. They were both far beyond the abilities displayed by Nappa. For that matter, Luffa was unsure that she could keep up with them in her current condition. But this wasn't what troubled her.

"I've watched Prince Vegeta's power grow since he was a small boy," Nappa gloated. "He's better than special. He's downright miraculous. Who knows? He might even be stronger than the Legendary Super Saiyan."

Luffa looked back at Nappa with an astonished glare. The conviction in his eyes was what truly horrified her. She was so revolted by his glowing praise of Vegeta that she drove the butt of her palm into his nose. The precision impact fractured his nose and drove fragments of bone into his brain, killing him instantly.

Then she looked back at the battle above. No, the power of Vegeta didn't trouble her much. Nor did the prospect of her mission here. According to Trunks, she only had to get history back on track, and history had recorded a desperate, touch-and-go battle against Vegeta, which was basically how things were playing out. She just had to keep Goku and the others alive long enough to see it through.

What sent shivers down her spine was the idea that this royalist clown, this Vegeta, somehow represented the pinnacle of Saiyan achievement. He was supposed to be the best and brightest of his generation?

Eventually, she would join the battle, and keep Vegeta distracted long enough for Goku to deploy his best techniques. She would do what she could to test Vegeta's power, and see if his strength might awaken more of her own.

But throughout that battle, she knew that she would be constantly preoccupied with the question of what had happened to the Saiyan race, and just what had happened after she killed Rehval on Nagaoka. All she knew for certain was that she wouldn't like the answer.

NEXT: Fighting Blind.

#dragon ball #fanfiction #lssjluffafic #luffa #pulmon #trunks #nappa #piccolo #krillin #tien #yamcha #chiaotzu #vegeta #goku #earth #toki toki city #wow i got a crapton of actual dbz characters in this #took me 143 installments but i finally turned this into an actual dbz fanfic

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