Sumera
Paleema Z: Chronicles of Carrotta
Preface
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King Vegeta proudly
strode down the center of the vast birthing chamber not too far from the
palace. Scientists, engineers, and caretakers, all wearing white robes, paced
back and forth in front of the rows of giant test tubes. Some took notes on
clipboards, while others checked for vitals from the floating Saiyan infants
inside the tubes. The majority of the tubes glowed with a faint beige light.
Among the area, somewhere
in the birthing chamber, several of the Saiyan’s names were already listed in
the shape format of the Saiyan language. On a computer screen and a list on the
wall, was a list of all the known Saiyans, in Saiyajin, Japanese and English:
Total: 25 +
King
Vegeta III
Queen
Cassava III
Prince
Vegeta IV
Tarble
IV
Bardock:
Low class Status: Warrior
Beets
– Status: Mid class. Occupation: Pilot
Borgos
– Occupation: Bardock’s Planet Elite Force
Broly
– Status: Saiyan with abnormally high power level of 10,000
Fasha
– Bardock’s Planet Elite Force
Gine
– Status: Low class. Mother of Raditz and Kakarot.
Kakarot
– Status: Low class, son of Bardock and Gine
Leek
– Occupation: Bardock’s Planet Elite Force
Majordomo
– Serves the House of Vegeta
Moroko
– Status: Mid class. Occupation: Scientist.
Nappa:
Status: Mid class. Occupation: General
Nion
- Status: Mid class. Occupation: Scientist
Onio
–
Paragus
– Status: Mid class. Occupation: Soldier, father of Broly
Raditz
– Status: Low class. Occupation: Soldier, brother of Kakarot
Scarface
Panupkin -
Shorty
Brocco -
Shugesh
Panbukin – Occupation: Bardock’s Elite Force
Tarble
– Status: Royalty. Occupation: Warrior and brother of Prince Vegeta. Sent away.
Taro
– Status: Working class. Occupation: Soldier
Tora
Toma – Occupation: Bardock’s Elite Force
Turles
- Status: Low Class. Occupation: space pirate, outcast
Zorn
- Status: Elite. Occupation: subject of King Vegeta and guard
Historical Saiyans:
Cunber:
Yamoshi’s rival
Giblet:
evil Saiyan in red
Shallot:
Time traveling Saiyan
Skwash:
Leader of an ancient tournament
Yamoshi:
First Super Saiyan God and individual capable of reaching Super Saiyan
Kakarot’s pod was safely
in Bardock’s home with Gine, while Raditz was old enough to be out of his. King
Vegeta, however, wasn’t interested in the likes of the non-elite. Beaming with
pride, he walked up the steps and gazed into the red test tube that contained
his infant son, Vegeta.
The young Vegeta had
black spiky hair, just like his father. King Vegeta’s wife, Cassava, walked
over and also stared lovingly at their child. Vegeta’s brown tail swished back
and forth in the water, and though his eyes were currently closed, it was like
he was already itching to fight.
“Look how big he’s
grown!” King Vegeta exclaimed, a smile forming under a dark beard and mustache.
King Vegeta was dressed in Saiyan armor, wore a gold crow on his head and a
long red cape attached to his back. Cassava also wore a crown, though it was
silver with a row of pearls at the top. She wore a brilliant blue dress and
gold rings on her fingers. Like her husband, her eyes were dark, hair was thick
and black and the red trident symbol of the royal family was etched onto her
clothing.
King Vegeta walked up to
the incubator and spread out his arms. “My son, you are my pride and joy! You
are truly gifted! That monster Frieza won’t be the one to rule the universe…it
shall be you!”
He placed his hand on the
glass near Vegeta’s face.
“I can’t wait to see you
grow up!” he said.
“Sleep well, my son,”
added Cassava.
King Vegeta and his wife
walked down the stairs, scientists following behind them. The ruler walked past
the other pods, these ones bathed in green light. He glanced at another Saiyan
in a pod tinted with green light with an oxygen mask over his mouth.
“Who is this?”
Queen Cassava crossed her
arms and stared curiously at the Saiyan infant. King Vegeta turned to his men.
“What is he doing inside a special capsule?”
One of the scientists
held up a green scouter up toward the glass. “This is Broly, the son of Colonel
Paragus,” he said.
“What is the meaning of
this?!” the king demanded. “The incubation chamber is supposed to be for the
future Saiyan elite!”
“Yes well,” began one of
the men. “They say Broly has extraordinary potential.”
“You mean he’s as gifted
as my son?!”
“Y-yes sir,” stuttered
the man. “The researchers said that his power level is higher than even the
prince.”
“That is impossible!”
“Broly’s potential is
quite substantial,” stated a woman scientist, holding a white device in front
of her.
One of the men added,
“With training, he can grow into a magnificent warrior and become a major asset
for our army. He could even become a legendary Super Saiyan!”
“ENOUGH!” King Vegeta
bellowed, stunning his subjects into silence. “The so called Super Saiyan is
nothing but a myth! I cannot allow anyone to become a threat to the Vegeta
bloodline. If he can’t control his power, he could become a danger to us all.
That is a risk that must not be taken.”
“But sire…”
“I say no more,” King Vegeta
stated. He turned to his guards. “Send the infant Broly to the dissolute planet
Vampa.”
“At once, sire,” said the
guard, leaning his fist lightly against his heart in salute. Three guards
carefully detached Broly’s incubation tube, dried the baby off and put him in a
white space pod to be sent away.
Part 1: Carrotta’s Beginning
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Zuini, was a Saiyan woman
similar to many others. She was proficient in fighting (though her power level
was not that high) and she had an enormous appetite like her fellow friends.
Though she had divorced her former partner, who was a self-centered man and
hardly took a bath, she bore an only daughter, Carrotta Hikana. Before
divorcing her partner, Lettus (who wasn’t really married to her and only wanted
to raise a son), decided to take Carrotta to the birthing chamber to help her
heal and grow. Zuini had a nagging suspicion that something wasn’t right.
“Lettus, let’s keep her
here and raise her naturally,” she said.
Lettus shook his head.
“This future warrior needs to grow in a tube like lots of other Saiyan babies.”
“We both know that the
birthing chamber is reserved for the elite Saiyans,” she argued. “So many
people have tried to smuggle their babies in there, but King Vegeta doesn’t
approve of it. If you want to use a birthing tube, I suggest we use our own.”
Lettus scoffed. “We can’t
use ours. It hasn’t been fixed since I finished my last mission on Cooler’s
orders.” He pointed to a cracked machine, coated with dust.
“So?” she asked. “If it
still works…”
“It doesn’t! That’s why
I’m going to take her to the underground chamber at night. There are plenty of
birthing capsules there.”
“And plenty of guards,”
she chided.
“A couple nosy guards
aren’t gonna get in my way,” he said with arrogance.
“I’m divorcing you,” she
said.
“We were never married to
begin with. We both just wanted to raise a child into a great fighter.
Instead…we got…a girl…with no big muscles…”
“She’s only a baby, you
moron,” Zuini spat. “How much did you drink at the bar last night?”
“I can’t remember.”
“Of course you can’t.”
“Look, either our child
goes into the birthing chamber or we leave her to fend for herself.”
“Fine. But I’m coming
with you. And I’m naming her Carrotta.”
“A fine Saiyan name…very
fitting,” nodded Lettus, impressed.
Later that night, the two
young parents flew silently toward a small dark cave, the entrance to the
birthing chamber. The entrance was flanked by two guards with laser guns.
Zuini held her baby close
to her chest. She had black hair and a brown Saiyan tail.
“Okay,” she said. “On my
count, we will sneak around to the top of the cave and then…”
“HYAAH!” Lettus yelled
and charged full speed at the guards. The guards gasped and fired their
weapons, but Lettus expertly dodged the blasts. He kicked one guard to the side
and punched the other guard in the head. Both soon slumped to the ground.
Lettus beamed until Zuini
stomped hard on his foot.
“Ouch! What was that
for?!”
“From now on, let’s be
quiet and keep the noise down,” she seethed in a rushed whisper.
Together, the two of them
flew into the cave and soon arrived inside the chamber. They ducked behind
nearby crates, avoiding the wondering scientists in the room.
“Bad idea, bad idea,” she
whispered to him. Carrotta sneezed and the sound echoed.
“What was that?” asked
one of the scientists.
Now both Lettus and Zuini
stood still and shocked, not daring to breathe.
“You don’t think it was
the monitor?”
“No, it sounded like it
came from a person? No, more like a baby?”
“Go check on the Broly
kid,” said one of them. “Perhaps his power is fluctuating. It could prove
interesting for our data collection.”
Their footsteps faded as
they walked in the other direction. “Look,” whispered Lettus, when the coast
was clear.
Zuini followed his finger
and saw an unused capsule. It was placed next to another one with a baby named
Sumera in it. They carefully walked over to it. Lettus pressed a series of
buttons and the water drained out through a tube.
“How do you know how…?”
she began.
“I used to work in the
army, remember?” asked Lettus. “Working this is not too different from our
broken one at home. Besides, I’m just glad I was able to retire before Frieza
was reinstated as the one in charge.”
“Don’t let him hear you
say that!” she whispered. “He can kill anyone who even has one hair out of
place.”
A slot opened and Zuini
gently placed Carrotta inside. She looked at her mother with big black eyes. Zuini
gently placed an oxygen mask over the baby’s mouth.
“Don’t worry, Carrotta,
we’ll be back in a couple of days.” Zuini’s eyes started to water.
“Grow fast and be strong
for us,” said Lettus.
Carrotta began to cry
loudly as the slot closed once more.
“Hey, you two!” called a
passing guard. The parents turned around and went into offensive position.
“What are you doing here?
You are unauthorized to be here.”
The man looked at the
parents and then at the capsule where baby Carrotta was crying in. “Guards!”
A punch to the face by
Lettus led to the guard meeting the ground, hard. Around them, scientists
looked to see what the commotion was about.
“Let’s get out of here!”
Lettus urged. He pushed one more button and the capsule filled with fresh clean
water. “Carrotta” appeared in Saiyan letters as her physical information as
entered into the system.
Zuini and Lettus fought
off more guards and were almost to the exit. Two deadly purple blasts hit both
of them in the chests. King Vegeta lowered his hands and walked down the
stairs, flanked by two guards and several other individuals behind him. Horror
filled the eyes of the parents, until death overtook them.
From inside the tube,
Carrotta wailed and pounded on the glass. She knew that something was wrong,
though she couldn’t quite comprehend it. Her writhing movements got the
attention of several scientists nearby. Her cries were further muffled due to
the rising water and the mask over her mouth.
“Where did this infant
come from?” asked one of them.
The remaining guards
brushed themselves off and stood at attention as King Vegeta faced them.
“Explain.”
That one word, used in a
cold tone by the king, was enough to make the guard’s legs shake and the
scientists scratch their necks with worry.
“Your Majesty, t-two
intruders barged into the chamber without authorization from you. It appears,
they put a baby in one of the special capsules.”
“I can see that. And why
weren’t more secure methods put in place to prevent more commoners from doing
the same?”
The guards had no answer
to that.
King Vegeta pushed aside
on of the scientists and marched over to the capsule Carrotta was in. The king
glared at the other ones labeled “Sumera” and “Broccolia.”
“What is the meaning of
all this? These random common infants weren’t here several days ago.”
“Allow us to explain,
sire,” said one of the scientists. “These babies were separated from their
parents soon after the war. With no one else to care for them, we decided to
place them here so they could grow…”
King Vegeta waved his
hand dismissively. “I do not care how they arrived here. This chamber is not to
be used for refugee infants. Apparently, no one seems to understand the rules.”
The scientists looked at
each other nervously.
“Send those two off planet
and out of my sight,” he ordered. “They’ve been here for who knows how long and
are of no use to us. And for goodness sake, send that capsule with the other
unnamed Saiyan in it away. That baby’s glowing green eyes gives me the creeps.”
The guards and engineers
got to work.
Out of the corner of his
eye, King Vegeta finally noticed the squirming upset Carrotta. He stared at her
with a glare.
He noticed on the screen
that showed her data that she had been born the same day as Vegeta in Age 732.
“As for you…”
He raised his hand and a
purple ball of deadly energy emerged from his hand. “I’m not going to allow you
to replace my son. He is the one with the highest power level.”
“Wait!”
King Vegeta turned and
noticed Frieza walking down the hall, flanked by his lackeys Zarbon and
Dodaria. He diminished the blast and bowed when he faced the galactic emperor.
“Lord Frieza,” he said.
“Pardon my intrusions. I got alerted by my subjects that lower class infants
had been smuggled into the chamber without my permission. This chamber is for
the elite ones after all.”
“Is that so?” asked
Frieza.
The white metallic lizard
walked over to the computer screen and observed the list and data of the Saiyan
infants.
“Hmm. Many of these
little monkeys don’t seem very impressive. Though your son would be of great
use very soon. It seems that he has the potential to be even more powerful than
his own father.”
King Vegeta went silent.
A mixture of pride and jealousy raged through his head. “You honestly think you
can just take my son away and do with him as you please? It is my and Cassava’s
responsibility to raise him to be a proper prince and warrior.”
“I’ll have you know that
though the young prince is part of the royal family, he is just as much of a
worker as the rest of the Galactic Army members. Due to his high level of
power, he will be a great asset when it comes to conjuring other worlds in my
name.”
He stared into Frieza’s
demonic red eyes. King Vegeta turned red in the face. “If you harm my son, I
swear, Lord Frieza I’ll…”
“You’ll do what,
exactly?” He crossed his arms. “Remember, I am your boss and though you may be
king, my power level is far superior to yours. You won’t want me to test out my
abilities on more of your elite soldiers, would you?”
King Vegeta seethed as
Frieza smirked in victory. “No, my Lord.”
“Well, in that case, this
conversation is finished.”
Frieza glanced at the
screen once more. He noticed one of the
names and narrowed his eyes. “Who’s the new infant that just arrived?”
“That one goes by the
name of Carrotta Hikana,” said King Vegeta. “Apparently, she was born on the
same day as my son.
Frieza calmly walked over and observed
Carrotta, who was now sleeping and floating in the water.
“My, how intriguing.”
“She needs to be disposed
of, as to not overshadow Vegeta,” said the king. “There’s nothing special about
her…”
“I believe you’re
mistaken,” Frieza replied coldly.
“W-what?” King Vegeta was
taken aback at Frieza’s harsh tone.
“You will not harm the
child,” Frieza said. “In fact, though she doesn’t possess Broly’s magnitude of
power, the data says she already has a power level that’s nearly the same as
Vegeta’s. With some training and proper molding, she could even surpass him.”
“I was afraid of that…”
muttered the king.
“What’s done is done,” he
replied, then turned around. “Banan, Canta, Cranbury!”
Three alien scientists
came rushing over and stood at attention before their leader. Each of them wore
white lab coats with two purple F’s on the front, indicating them to be members
of the Frieza Force. Banan had the appearance of a yellow troll with white
hair, Canta had teal green hair and blue skin, while Cranbury had the
appearance of a marron colored ox.
“Take that Carrotta child
down to the lab at once.”
“Yes sir,” said Banan.
Together, the three
individuals carefully detached the birthing capsule that Carrotta was in, and
picked her up when the glass cover was removed. Carrotta’s mask was removed and
the baby coughed in Canta’s arms.
Frieza led the way down
the hall and the scientists followed.
“Wait!” bellowed King
Vegeta. “What do you plan on doing with her?”
Frieza turned his head.
“That is not your concern. I thought you wanted nothing to do with her.”
King Vegeta clenched his
fist in anger, but could do nothing else in front of his boss.
“She’ll be in good hands,
and certainly not killed…for now. Go back to your throne and gabble in your
pathetic meetings.”
Frieza and his subjects
disappeared into the shadows, while King Vegeta stood and watched. Sighing, he
took one last look at his son in the red tinted capsule and left the chamber.
The young Carrotta was
taken to an underground lab, where other alien scientists were busy typing data
into computers and measuring liquids in glass beakers. Canta and Banan put
Carrotta on a metal examination table. Carrotta shivered at the cold feel of
the metal against her skin and the mechanical smell in the room. A doctor who
looked like a pink octopus with two tentacles for hands, began to check her
heartbeat, wright, height and power levels.
“Looks like she has no
physical nor mental deformities,” the doctor stated. “She’s in good condition
like any other Saiyan. And of course, her power level is higher than average.”
Canta further observed
Carrotta and typed in notes on her device in front of her.
Frieza ignored the
doctor’s work and strode over to one of his scientists, Raspbury. Unlike the
other scientists, Raspbury looked more human-like in appearance, with graying
hair, a white mustache, and thin square glasses over his face. He bowed when he
saw Frieza.
“Greetings, my Lord,” he
said.
“Raspbury,” Frieza nodded
in response. “You requested to see the child?”
“Yes,” he replied. “With
her level of power already strong, she could grow up to be very useful, not
only in society, but also as part of your army.”
“Of course, of course,”
Frieza sighed. “Tell me something I haven’t heard before. Why did you want her
brought here in the first place? What other use could a Saiyan have for me?”
Raspbury grinned. “Ah,
here’s where my theory comes in. We all know that you have been after
immortality for quite some time.”
“If I want to rule the
entire galaxy, then surely you must understand why I must not be able to die.”
“Completely understood,
Lord Frieza. Which is why I’m thinking…immortality can be near impossible to
achieve, even for an intelligent formidable leader such as yourself. If you
were to die soon, wouldn't you want to be reincarnated?”
Frieza, formerly bored
with the scientist’s lecture, leaned in closer. “Go on.”
“If we were to put some
of your genes into the Saiyan child, then there’s a greater possibility that
you could be reborn into her.”
Now, regular individuals
who neither understood reincarnation nor believed it existed, would have
laughed it off and dismissed the man as an odd lunatic. But not Frieza. For in
the universe of Dragon Ball, reincarnation, Heaven and Hell, were all
intertwined, and very much real. In fact, being brought back to life, or
becoming immortal was not impossible like it was in the real world.
“My goodness,” said Frieza, impressed. “I actually never thought of that. I figured she would serve as another pawn in my forces. It would be beneficial for me to have…the ultimate backup plan, as it were.”
“Thank you, for your
consideration, Lord Frieza,” said Raspbury. “When shall I start the
procedures?”
“As soon as possible, of
course,” Frieza replied. “You and your group of scientists and surgeons are
known as the most professional and precise. Due to your efficiency, I conclude
that you are to be trustworthy.” He then narrowed his eyes. “Make no mistake
though…you know how intolerable I am of errors…”
Raspbury gulped quietly.
“Understood, my Lord.”
Frieza grinned. “Take me
and Carrotta to the back chamber. You’ll know what to do from there.”
Raspbury nodded and began
instructing the other officials around him.
Soon, Frieza was lying
down on an examination table surrounded by the alien scientists. After placing
a mask over his mouth, Frieza drifted into unconsciousness. The octopus doctor
rubbed alcohol on Frieza’s tail, legs, and feet. Needles were injected into his
thick skin, and blackish blood flowed up into the syringes. Once it was all
collected, the needles were removed and bandages were carefully placed over the
wounds.
Frieza’s blood was then
poured into separate vials and placed under a machine. The large microscopes
revealed chromosomes and DNA which also appeared on the large computer screens
near the front of the lab.
Meanwhile, Carrotta was
busy fighting for her life. She screamed and kicked hard as the scientists
trued to restrain her. Though she couldn’t go Super Saiyan, she was able to fly
around the room, avoiding the hands and claws trying to grab her. She looked
around the room, desperately searching for a way out. The door was locked and
guarded by the octopus doctor. The overhead window was too small, even for her,
to get through. The window was glass and revealed the front part of the lab.
The
window…
With an earsplitting
scream, Carrotta wailed at the top of her lungs, all her fear and emotions
flooding to the surface. The window pane shattered and glass plunked against
the floor. Several of the scientists were stunned, but quickly recovered as
they glared at Carrotta. The naked baby flew through the hole in the window,
dodging violet blasts from the ray guns the outside guards held.
Dodoria and Zarbon
arrived at the scene, already aware of the plan in progress. They saw the
scientists scurrying around, picking up books and putting vials safely on
higher shelves.
“What is the meaning of
this vulgar situation?” scoffed Zarbon. His light blue face scrunched in
disgust.
Dodoria flexed her thick
pink arms and moved her round head from side to side. “It’s a battle, that’s
for sure,” replied Dodoria. “Frieza’s already inside, getting his genes
transferred. That Rasbury moron thinks a mere Saiyan will be the perfect
reincarnation for him. Hmph! He should know I’m a much better candidate.”
“You?” asked Zarbon
crossing his arms. He brushed his green hair out of his eyes. “You’re nothing
but a spiny pink toad in comparison to me. I am the epitome of grace and
beauty! My body would be much more suitable for Lord Frieza.”
“You call me a toad, you
self-centered punk?” growled Dodoria, leaning in toward him.
“What are you going to do
about it?” Zarbon asked. “Frieza wouldn’t be pleased to find out that you beat me
up. Plus it would bruise my wonderful face for days!”
Zarbon then scanned the
room and pointed upward. “Besides, we have a more pressing matter on our
hands.”
Carrotta zoomed in the
air, dodging more blasts and hands coming her way. She rammed her fist at the
rocky ceiling and bits of rock started to fall down to the ground.
“Somebody do something!”
shouted Canta, losing her professional demeanor. “The cave will collapse if she
keeps at it!”
“Besides, Frieza would
kill us all and my reputation would be ruined,” added Raspbury.
Dodoria sighed. “I’ll
handle this.” She flew up toward the ceiling, Zarbon following behind her.
Boom,
Crumble, Boom! Boom!
The sound of Carrotta’s
pounding fists echoed throughout the chamber. Carrotta could sense she was
almost through. She could now fit through the hole she had made in the rock.
Adrenaline and the will to survive pulsed through her veins. Screaming seemed
to help.
Just a little
further…just a little further…
Something rough and sharp
suddenly gripped around her left leg tightly. Carrotta looked down and could
see a bumpy thick hand curled around completely around her leg. In an instant,
she was forcefully pulled back.
Carrotta whirled around
and punched Dodoria repeatedly in the face, which didn’t seem to have much
effect other than annoyance.
“You puny little brat!”
spat Dodoria, showing her sharp teeth.
Carrotta blew her tongue
at her and wrestled herself free. Both of Dodoria’s hands clamped tightly
around her chest. Carrotta screamed again, her skin burning the lackey’s hands.
“Argh! Why you…”
Zarbon suddenly
teleported in front of the duo and stared down at Carrotta’s furry brown tail,
which was moving frantically from underneath. With one last burst of strength,
Carrotta broke free from Dodoria’s hands.
Carrotta found herself
being yanked back toward Zarbon. It felt like she was being pulled back by a
large string attached to her. She looked and saw Zarbon’s hands gripping her
tail tightly.
Black spots started
forming across her vision, her power suddenly dropping.
Zarbon grinned. “So this
is a Saiyan’s weakness. A good thing to keep in mind for the future.”
Carrotta struggled to
free herself, but became completely helpless once Dodoria held her firmly once
more.
Zarbon raised his teal
hand and closed his fingers together. A blade of green energy emerged in a
blade shape. His other hand held her tail in place.
Sheer terror flashed in
Carrotta’s black eyes as she figured out what he was about to do. He quickly
lowered his hand in a karate chop and the brown appendage fell to the floor
with a soft messy thump. Raspbury looked at it in disgust and blasted it to ash
with his hand.
Carrotta has never felt
so powerless, so vulnerable in her life. First, her parents were nowhere to be
seen. And now, she has lost her opportunity to escape from these monsters.
Dodoria carried the helpless Saiyan to the back room, where a group of surgeons
awaited.
“You put up quite the
fight,” said Banan.
“But no more games this
time,” added Cranbury. Raspbury came back into the room, sighing in relief.
The surgeons briefly
discussed cutting off Carrotta’s legs and feet. Already, new biological replacements
had already been made and perfected once the DNA was transferred into them.
Carrotta was placed on
the cold examination table once more. Raspbury held a breathing mask and inched
it toward her face. The mask was soon over her nose and mouth and fresh oxygen
poured in. Then, there was the strong smell of anesthesia that not even a
Saiyan could fight off.
“Nighty night,” mused
Raspbury before Carrotta’s world immersed in silent darkness.
The first thing Carrotta
saw when she came back into the world, was Frieza’s red eyes staring into her
own. They appeared to have even more wickedness in them than usual.
“You’re awake,” he said.
Through drowsy,
Carrotta’s senses slowly came back to her. All in all, she appeared fine. She
moved her fingers, her eyes, her thick tail…
Something wasn’t right.
Carrotta looked down and stared wide eyed. What had been cream colored human
feet was now replaced by what looked like Freiza’s feet. She wiggled her strange
new toes, three large ones extending from each pale foot. The lower and upper
parts of her legs were also in the white metallic form of Frieza’s. She stared
down at her new tail, a similar one to Frieza’s.
Frieza moved his tail in
synchrony with her own. “Well? How do you like your new look, Saiyan?”
Carrotta could only
respond with panic and heavy breathing.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get
used to it…and fast.”
The octopus doctor
brought in a tray of food and a bottle of water for Carrotta. The tray
consisted of lettuce pieces, bits of tuna, uncooked carrots, and pieces of
chicken. There was even something mushy and green that looked like baby food in
a separate cup.
Carrotta dipped her
finger in the goop, smelled it, and instantly flinched.
“Eat up,” said Frieza.
“Or someone else will force you too.”
Sure enough, the octopus
opened up her mouth and dumped several handfuls of the gross material down her
throat. Fortunately, her teeth were already strong enough to chew up the
carrots.
Carrotta was finally
finished, the strange tastes still lingering in her mouth.
“Very good,” said Frieza.
“Get some more rest. You have a long day of physical therapy tomorrow.”
Physical therapy lasted
for a week. Through Carrotta healed fast, it was still a grueling process. Her
legs felt sore and weak as she was forced to do more and more push-ups,
sit-ups, and weight lifting for hours on end.
Carrotta soon grew up and
got stronger with every passing day. She was isolated from the outside world,
the only thing to keep track of was her schedule. Day after day of training,
eating, sleeping in an endless cycle. She was frequently mocked for her smaller
size and hybrid body by the burly men who were also recruits for Frieza’s Army.
“Mixed Monkey” was a common insult she heard. A few good punches to their
groans made them quiet.
From running miles, to
lifting grown men holding weights themselves, to getting up early at the sound
of the bell at 5:30am…the torture never seemed to end.
“Where’s my mom?” she
asked Zarbon, as he fired blast after blast for her to dodge.
“Dead,” he replied. “Killed
by King Vegeta.”
“And my Dad?”
“Escaped to whereabouts
unknown.”
“Please, can I go see the
rest of the Saiyans outside?”
“What would be the point
of that?” asked Zarbon, turning up his nose. “Even filthy primal brutes like
them wouldn’t want to witness a hybrid freak like you.”
Carrotta stared at her
lower parts in disgust, giving Zarbon the opportunity to hit her point blank in
the chest. She groaned and gasped in pain.
“Better luck, next time,”
he said.
“I’m not a freak!” she
spat, but Zarbon had already left her behind.
In another instance,
several years later, she was locked into a small dark room, surrounded by green
creepy Saibamen. Nappa had told her that Prince Vegeta went through a similar
fighting simulation.
As the green aliens
launched themselves at her, Carrotta wacked several of them to the side with
her long white tail. Though the training was hard, Carrotta couldn’t deny the
pleasurable “in the zone” feeling provided by her normal Saiyan genes. She
landed a series of punches at them, knocking each one to the ground.
“Finish them off,” said
Nappa through the overhead speaker in the corner.
Up until this point,
Carrotta had never learned how to kill another living being.
“Stop standing there like
a dud!” shouted Nappa. “Kill them or be killed. It’s how it works.”
Carrotta glared at the
green seedling creature on the floor in front of her feet. The Saibamen growled
at her, but was also wheezing in pain. Another Saibamen looked at her with
fearful eyes.
Flinching after Nappa
yelled again, she turned away and fired a blast, consuming the creature in
front of her. One by one, she blew apart the other Saibamen lodged in the wall.
She wiped away tears as
the lights came back on. She stretched and waited until the metal door rose up
and opened. Nappa stood with his arms crossed.
“You were 15 seconds
slower than last time. You cannot wait that long, or their blow themselves up
on you!”
Carrotta nodded.
“Do it better next time,
kid. I’m off to check on the prince’s progress. Nappa stomped off, while
Carrotta wandered off to her small room with a bunk bed inside. Every day, she
wore the same dark red training uniform with Frieza’s logo on the front. She
was expected to keep her uniforms clean and ready to use each day. The food at
the dining hall was at mediocre standard, even for a food-loving Saiyan such as
herself.
Several hours later, she
got a message on her green scouter she wore over her left eye. Frieza was
requesting her presence in the palace atrium. She was also told, for some
reason, not to bring her scouter with her. Carrotta stood straight and took
several deep breaths as she entered the hallway with the high roof and stained
glass windows jutting out in the side walls. Frieza stood in the center of the
room, his feet blending in with the white marble floor. In front of him were
two snake-like guards who stood between a figure on their knees.
Frieza spread out his
arms and walked over. “Ah, Carrotta, what a pleasure it is to see you.”
The young Saiyan child
remembered to respectfully kneel before him. The last time she had met with
Frieza, she later got whipped by Dodoria for not bowing. “Same here, Lord
Frieza. You called me here?”
“Yes, indeed. I recently
got a report from Nappa that you were fighting Saibamen for the first time?”
“Y-yes my Lord. Though
the first time, they were robotic versions of them.”
“It is my understanding
that your previous exercise was your first time executing living things?”
Carrotta nodded solemnly,
staring at the ground.
“Answer me, Saiyan.”
She looked back up. “Yes,
my Lord,” Carrotta quickly said. “My very first time.”
“Nappa said that you
hesitated after fighting them…and he also said that…you were crying?”
Carrotta stood
straighter, clenching her fists. “With all due respect, I did not cry. It was
simple a new situation for me to adjust to.”
“In battle, there is no
time for hesitation,” explained Frieza. “When there’s an enemy in front of you,
you kill them. Without mercy. End of story. You will have to have thicker skin
if you want to be prepared for your mission to invade other planets. Which I
guarantee, will come sooner rather than later.”
“I understand sir.”
“Do you now?” asked
Frieza, a slow grin forming on his face. “Let’s see how loyal and comprehensive
you really are.”
Frieza nodded to the
guards who then grabbed the figure and held them in place. The cloth obscuring
their head was removed, revealing the face of…
“Carrotta?” he asked.
“How do you know me?” she
asked, surprised to see the face of a Saiyan.
“I’m Lettus, your
father.”
“What?” she asked,
surprised.
Based on his thick black
hair and kind-hearted eyes, the man did, indeed, look like him. Carrotta rushed
into his arms, despite him being a stranger to her. His embrace felt a bit
awkward, but it was what it was. They soon separated.
Carrotta didn’t know what
to say. “Is mom around?”
“No. King Vegeta killed
her.”
“How did you escape?
Frieza told me that my mom was killed by King Vegeta. But he never mentioned
anything about my dad.”
Lettus went silent for a
long while, unable to answer.
“Dad, please, I need to
know…”
“Enough talk for now,”
said Frieza. Carrotta it’s time that you’ve proven your loyalty as a warrior in
my army. Now kill your traitorous father.”
Carrotta was taken
aback. “N-no. Why would I…”
“You need to learn who’s
on your side and who’s not,” said Frieza. “Apparently, your father and mother
brought you into the birthing chamber because…well…they didn’t want you.”
Carrotta shook her head.
“Enough with the brutal jokes, Lord Frieza. Now let my father go and I’ll do
whatever else you want.”
“What I want from you, is
a demonstration of your loyalty to me. Now how long are you going to test my
patience?”
Panic appeared in
Lettus’s eyes. “Don’t listen to him. He made me do it. He made me come here…his
men just dragged me and kept me in a cell for days.”
“Why…did you abandon me?”
“I didn’t abandon you. I
don’t know. I don’t even know…”
“KILL HIM NOW!” Frieza
bellowed.
Tears fell from
Carrotta’s eyes as she stood defiantly still. “Not happening.”
“I love you, Carrotta!”
called Lettus. “Always remember that!”
Frieza growled and
conjured a purple death beam from his finger. Before Carrotta could react, the
beam shot straight through the Saiyan man. He gasped and collapsed dead on the
ground.
“AUGH!”
Carrotta stared at the
dead Saiyan in front of her. Unable to contain herself any longer, she swipe
kicked the two guards and bashed their faces with her fists. Both guards fell
to the ground, unconscious. Carrotta stood over one, a sphere forming from her
hand. She panted heavily as her hand shook. “What h-have you done? M-my dad…how
could you?!”
Though tempted to blast
the guard into oblivion, she, instead smashed a giant hole into the floor next
to her. The orb faded from her hand.
Frieza appeared in front
of her and flicked his fingers at her face. The Saiyan hybrid was thrown back
against a marble column by his power.
She briefly yelped in
pain before landing hard on the ground. Frieza’s shadow hovered over her from
as he walked closer. She glanced up at her displeased master. He grabbed hold
of her red shirt and lifted her up. From the looks of his red eyes, she knew
she was about to face an unpleasant punishment.
However, “unpleasant”
would later be an understatement.
Carrotta was forced to
run five miles across rocky terrain in the heat of the day without stopping. It
was much harder than simply flying in the air. Whenever she started to use her
powers, or if she stopped, electric shocks ran through her body from the wires
that dug into her skin. She desperately wished she could rip them out, though
she was warned that the volts would be stronger if she did so.
After a five minute
session of painful back whipping, Carrotta also had to endure the worst and
final punishment: no food for two days. Despite the food tasting bland, it was
still better than none at all. The only thing that was worse than a brutal beat
down, was starvation for a Saiyan.
When her punishment was
finally over, she inhaled the rest of her food down, ignoring the laughs and catcalls
from her male comrades nearby. In her single room on her bunk bed was the only
appropriate place that she could cry…
“They’re turning me into
a monster,” she thought. “All because King Vegeta was worried that I’d surpass
his son! Why does this have to happen to me? My mom is gone…and now…my dad. I
have no family…”
The only thing that
soothed her was the dreams she had of chocking the lives out of Frieza and King
Vegeta, her hair golden like the legendary Super Saiyan she had heard in myths.
She figured it would be impossible to attain such a form, though fantasizing
about it kept her sane and motivated for the time being.
Five years of endless
cruel training…when would it ever end?
‘You
may be enslaving me, Frieza…but I’m getting stronger each day because of you.
And King Vegeta, you may have tried to kill me, but I’m still alive, right
under your royal nose. You will rue the day you killed my mother.’
“That should teach her
some proper respect,” said Frieza, the next day as he watched Carrotta during
her usual weight lifting from a screen.
“May I ask, my Lord,”
asked Raspbury. “Why lie about her father anyway?”
Frieza smirked. “Oh you
mean when I ordered Carrotta to kill the Saiyan and she didn’t? Well, we know
that her real father died from King Vegeta’s blast. It is safe to assume that
both her parents would’ve retrieved her, eventually, were they still alive.
They probably waned what was best for her. Saiyan birthing capsules contain
special nutrients and other substances that help with healing and development,
similar to the rejuvenation chambers. The brute I killed was a random Saiyan
called Burcol that my men captured. Carrotta was only an infant when her
parents died, thus she wouldn’t remember what her father looked like. We
ordered Burcol to pretend to be Carrotta’s father. How else would she properly
be toughened up and learn to follow my orders?”
“Very harsh, even for
you,” the scientist muttered.
“What was that?”
“N-Nothing, sir,” said
Raspbury.
“There was a reason why I
ordered Carrotta not to bring her scouter with her. Had she worn it, the data
on the device would’ve told her that the man, was not, in fact, her late
father.”
“Indeed,” Raspbury
nodded, shortly going back to work afterwards.
It wasn’t long before
Carrotta was assigned to her first mission by Frieza. Carrotta entered into the
hall and bowed on one knee. A Saiyan male and two other green aliens bowed with
her. The group of four was ordered to “clear Planet Ryce of all civilization”
to make it more profitable for the Acrosian descendants.
This wasn’t the first
time that Carrotta had to work together with other individuals. Carrotta had
learned how to work with her fellow teammates, (though they disliked working
with the “freak.”) It was during a duel against Nappa and Vegeta in a protected
area not too far from the palace. Vegeta and Nappa won, of course, but Carrotta
did get some brief satisfaction by punching him in the face.
However, this was her very first mission.
Surprisingly, she felt excited, exhilarated even. Now she was finally free to
explore the outside world after years behind steel walls. She climbed into a
space pod, along with her comrades, and lifted off into space. Seeing the dark
reaches of space with stars all around filled her with both fear and wonder.
The aliens on Ryce were
easy to take care of. They were little thin white aliens who specialized in
water technology and growing beautiful gardens. However, once Carrotta and
Grass fired ki blasts at them, their gardens soon resembled black crumbling material.
They didn’t need to go Great Ape that time, mostly because the planet’s three
moons were all crescent shaped. Carrotta sighed and stretched as she and the
others stared down at a pile of white bodies.
“That was pathetically
easy,” she stated.
“Since when were you so
eager to kill innocent beings?” asked Grass.
“Let’s just say…I’ve been
having problems with our self-proclaimed lord of the universe.”
The green alien twins
hurried over to them, with fear on their faces. Both their green scouters beeped
with a message.
“Planet Vegeta has been
hit by a meteor!”
“We just received this
message now.”
“How could that be?”
“Where will we live?”
Grass looked downcast,
disbelief on his face.
“Are…you sure this isn’t
some kind of joke?” asked Carrotta.
Grass shook his head. “Well,
looks like we’ll have to make due on this planet, I guess.”
“We burned up all the
food and the people here, idiot,” said one of the twins.
“We wouldn’t want to
disappoint Lord Frieza, would we?” asked the other twin.
Carrotta had a gut
feeling that there was more to this random message then at first glance. In the
distance, she could see one of Frieza’s soldier hovering around in the air.
Carrotta suddenly took the scouter off her face and smashed it against the
ground.
“What are you doing?”
asked Grass in disbelief.
“All of you, stay here,”
she ordered.
“We’re supposed to be
working together,” he replied. “You’re not in charge.”
“Just do what I say and
gather all the food you can.”
Before Grass could reply,
Carrotta took off at full speed into the air. As she flew closer, she could
hear the blue-skinned soldier laughing under his breath.
“Frieza blew up Planet
Vegeta…serves those Saiyans right! Now to destroy this random planet…”
“WHAT DID YOU SAY?!”
The soldier gasped in
shock as Carrotta flew at him at top speed. He barely had time to process the
situation before a fist shot straight through his gut. H sputtered and spit out
blood.
“Is that true?” she
asked. “Frieza destroyed my home? But why?”
The soldier just weakly
laughed before falling still. Disgusted, Carrotta blasted his body into
smithereens with a yellow blast. Screaming in anger, she launched a golden
sphere down toward the planet, causing the entire landscape to crack apart.
Carrotta blinked back tears and flew off just before the planet exploded behind
her.
Her gut suspicions had
been confirmed. For all those years, she suspected that Frieza held some kind
of grudge against the Saiyans. Once she had learned that she was to be used as a
tool for Frieza’s reincarnation…she almost blasted apart the lower half of
herself.
Filled with newfound
rage, Carrotta flew off into space back toward the direction of her homeland.
As she got closer, emotions stopped her in her tracks. What used to be the
prominent red Saiyan planet, was now a bunch of rubble, spreading out from a
recent explosion. The orange light spread out, almost blinding her. She moved
closer, dodging the floating debris. Gasping, she saw Frieza himself, laughing
manically in his floating chair above his ship.
“Carrotta!” called one of
the soldiers.
“It’s that Saiyan freak!”
called another.
The commotion was enough
to make Frieza glance over in her direction.
Something inside Carrotta
snapped.
She flew at the soldier
who called her a freak and punched him hard in the throat. An alligator soldier
in armor charged in her direction, but she blasted him aside with energy from
her hand. A third soldier tried to sneak on her from behind, but she shot out
her hand and gripped tightly at his throat.
Carrotta saw Frieza fly
over in her direction, still in his chair-like pod.
“FRIEZA!” she bellowed.
With a swipe of her arm, a blade of golden energy slashed at several soldiers
in a row, killing them instantly. The other soldiers of Frieza had perished
from the blast.
“Well, well, Carrotta,”
said Frieza, malice in his eyes. “What brings you here? Failed in your mission,
I suppose?”
“Why…did you…do it?” she
panted.
“Do what? Whatever do you
mean?” he asked with a grin.
“YOU DESTROYED MY ENTIRE
RACE!”
“Why of course! I can’t
risk any of the Saiyans rebelling against me and trying to overtake my place.”
He narrowed his eyes. “That includes you, too.”
Carrotta blasted aside
the remaining members of the Frieza Force and took off. Frieza teleported in
front of her and held out his hand. Carrotta’s body became paralyzed as purple
wisps of energy surrounded her.
“You know I could easily
kill you right now after what you just did to my men,” he scowled.
Carrotta closed her eyes.
‘So this is it, then. I’m born a freak
and now I die a freak. So much for this crazy life.’
“But I have a better
idea.”
Frieza lowered his hand
and suddenly flew away in his white device. As he moved further away, his power
on her lessened. By the time she was able to fully move, Frieza had already
reached his ship.
“Where are you going?!”
“I have more worlds to
conquer,” he replied. “I think this will be a suitable last punishment for you.
Quite fitting, really; a broken Saiyan among the remains of her broken planet!”
He let out a loud maniacal laugh and entered into the ship. Carrotta fired
several blasts, but they were useless against the strong surface of the ship.
In the blink of an eye, Frieza and his ship sped off into the distance and disappeared.
All that was left around her were the floating debris from her planet…and
several floating bodies of former soldiers.
Carrotta raced off in the
direction of Frieza’s ship…hour after hour, after hour. At least it seemed like
hours. Or perhaps it was days. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t seem
to catch up. There was nothing but stars and pieces of debris around her.
Carrotta felt like a navy warrior who lost her ship and was lost with no
islands in sight.
The hunger…the pain…the
grief…
It overwhelmed her. She
grew weaker and weaker as time went on, and the hunger she felt was agonizing.
As she floated in space, she wished that Frieza had killed her outright during
that moment.
37 years passed…or was it
47…Carrotta had no way of keeping track of time.
She figured that the only
reason she had lasted this long in space, was due to Frieza’s genes within her.
Even his genes seemed to mock her at this very moment. Carrotta briefly
considered ending it all right then and there. Killing herself would erase the
hunger and the traumatic memories that still flashed in her head.
Yet something kept her
from doing so. Maybe it was a natural fear, fuel by the need to survive. But
Carrotta kept moving as she constantly thought of the two individuals who had
made her life a living hell: Frieza and Vegeta. Sure, death would be
satisfying, but if she could get her revenge…then perhaps staying alive longer
would eventually be worth it.
What was that faint sense
of power? Carrotta opened her eyes and could sense some energy, not too far
away. It felt…familiar somehow, but she didn’t know who it belonged to. Dread
crept into her as she thought that Frieza had already achieved his dream to
rule over the universe. Though she felt incredibly dizzy and weak, she flew
slowly toward the strange presence. She breathed heavily and tried to focus on
anything else but her agonizing hunger.
Follow
the energy, get food…follow the energy, get food….
She repeated the phrase
to herself in her head, the only thing that kept her going. She flew for what
seemed like hours until finally, she came across a blue and green planet shaped
like a sphere. The energy was now stronger and clearer. With an extra boast,
Carrotta flew straight toward the planet, briefly thinking it was solid.
Running into a colorful wall wouldn’t help anything. Faster and faster, she
descended, the land masses and oceans growing larger in her vision. Just when
she realized what was happening, she crash landed into the ground with a loud
thump. The impact hurt her body all over, and surely would’ve killed her had it
not been for her Saiyan strength and Frieza’s genetics.
Coughing up dust and
dirt, she shakily inched forward, trying not to move too fast. All she felt was
pain: sharp jabbing pain, dull pain, soreness all over…and then the hunger came
back. Cuts, bruises, and dirt caked her skin and her red battle clothes were
torn up.
Thirsty…hungry…tired…hungry
some more…
Finally, Carrotta managed
to stand up and carefully climb up the short rock ledge. She stood up and saw
the large crater she had made during her fall. Overhead, the sky was light
purple.
Out of nowhere, she
started to giggle like crazy. She spoke in a low hoarse voice, “Hey, Frieza, I
found another planet for you! Heh heh! Too bad I ruined it when I went
ker-splat!”
She giggled and panted
one more as she crawled over to a puddle of dirty water. As soon as the water
touched her lips, she remembered how wonderful water tasted, and how dry her
throat was. Before long, she gulped down several big slurps of the murky water.
It tasted warm, grainy and earthy, but it wet her dry throat well enough.
She spotted a forest that
was away from the dirt landscape she was currently on. She stumbled toward it
and then fell flat on the new soft grass. To her left was a bush with light
blue berries growing on it. She reached out her hand and plucked several of
them off the branches, popping them into her mouth. She swallowed them and
nearly choked as they moved down her throat. Soreness swelled in her throat as
she coughed some more. When it finally stopped, she breathed deeply, stood up,
and continued onward.
Berries after berries,
she gathered and ate. At one point, she ended up eating poisonous ones and felt
stick to her stomach for hours.
A bitter cold wind grew
in intensity as the sun set in the west. The Saiyan shivered as she jumped over
logs and pushed aside branches hanging in her way. She almost decided to rest
under a bush, when she spotting something dark up ahead. Could it be…yes, it
was a cave!
Carrotta jogged toward
the large opening, relieved to be out of the cold. She sighed in relief and
plopped her head against something soft and furry. A nice comfy bed, thank
goodness!
A low growl rumbled near
her ear. Peering in the dark, Carrotta could see a faint outline of a yellow
eye opening up. She stepped back as the thing stood up on its hind legs. A
sharp clawed paw slashed across her chest and knocked her to the ground. The
growl turned into a roar. Carrotta ran as fast as she could out of the cave and
heard deep footsteps pounding on the forest floor after her. She turned her
head to look and saw that she made a brown bear very pissed.
Carrotta let out a curse
word and tripped over a protruding tree stump. She stood up and proceeded to
jump…several feet into the air. Why run when you can fly. The bear opened its
mouth to reveal sharp white teeth and saliva dripping down from the maw.
“I can’t be food, I need
food,” she mumbled over and over. She clutched at her stomach as the gashes
opened up.
The bear swiped at her
again, Carrotta narrowly avoiding another hit.
How could she fight off a
bear? She could use the thick log over there as a club…but her muscles were
already weak. Could she flee? Sure, but where else would she find a cave.
In midair, she practiced
using her fists. She snapped her fingers multiple times. “Think think…”
A spark flew from her
right fingers after the fifth snap.
“Oh, right, I have
powers!”
Remembering her previous
moves, she conjured an ever growing yellow blast and hurled it at the bear’s
direction. It hit the animal square in the face and blew up. The impact knocked
Carrotta against a tree, her body sliding to the ground. She groaned and slowly
lifted herself up, using the tree for support. She wondered in the direction of
the bear, which was now dead. The face wasn’t recognizable anymore. Carrotta
turned away in disgust at the smell of burning flesh, but then her stomach
protested in a loud gurgle.
Carrotta looked at the
still bear again…and realized how fortunate she had become.
After gathering wood and
making a fire with her power, she gobbled up all the bear meat she could (which
really was, all of it). Temporarily satisfied, she wondered back into the cave
for a much needed nap. Yet…why was she still hungry? An entire bear wasn’t
enough? Well, the one thing that could temporarily stop hunger was sleep…and
that’s exactly what she did.
As the days went on, she
grew stronger, thanks to eating more predators and training by herself. She
used leaves, moss, and anything else she could find to patch up her wounds.
Thankfully, she eventually healed up, though the scars remained. She felt like
she was living the lives of her Saiyan ancestors before the Saiyan Tuffle war. The
40 year long hunger never went away, but at least she could get some food and
water. The cave floor wasn’t very comfortable, but it still made her feel
secure after floating in space for so long.
Every day, she trained
herself, vigorously to be a strong as the distant energy she had felt in space.
One quiet night, she stared up at the not so full moon. Now that she had
thought about it, the energy signature was very similar to Vegeta’s. It was
sort of like King Vegeta’s…though much more powerful.
“FRIEZA! VEGETA!” she bellowed
at the top of her lungs. “YOU’RE GONNA PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID!”
She broke down in tears
as rain poured onto the ground and drenched her thick hair. Even free from her
master, her training remained grueling as ever. Then again, she had never felt
so liberated in her life.
Carrotta forced her way
into the city, wearing her usual brown furry pelts that her ancestors wore
generations ago. The Saiyan stared at the purple sky above her and the cold
wind that brushed against her skin. ‘Is
it always this cold here?’ she wondered. Strangely, it only seemed to be
cold within the area of the city and not from the outside. She glanced and saw
a large machine toward the side that was blowing ice cold air all around the
city. “Welcome to Planet Dare-y” was posted on a sign and below it read: “City
of Cream.”
‘No
cream or food around here!’ she grumbled to herself.
Carrotta had discovered that there were, in
fact, sapient people on this planet and that they were capable of space travel.
Though, their culture and atmosphere looked vastly different from the Saiyan
society she knew. For one, these people had white skin, commonly pink hair and
seemed to have strange names: Yogur, Lecha, Provalon, to name a few. They were
known as the Hinyuseijins or Hinyuses for short. Their technology wasn’t as
advanced as the Tuffles, but their culture was still different from Earthling
society. It was true that they had a strong military, but they had no desire to
conquer other worlds. Like Saiyans and Tuffles, the beings could power up and
shoot energy with enough training. Unlike the Saiyans who valued fighting, and
the Tuffles who valued technology, the Hinyuses didn’t have a preference for
brains nor brawn.
What they did enjoy was
art…lots of it.
Carrotta wondered whether
her eyes would go blind after looking at so many colorful displays of
sculptures, paintings, and neon graffiti on the walls every which way. Anything
that could be built, presented, or showcased, the citizens loved to do. They
even had a king of their own, though he seemed oblivious to the needs of the
poor.
Ignoring the stares and
soft gasps from the aliens, Carrotta made her way through the bustling city.
She wasn’t used to seeing towering pristine buildings or vehicles every which way.
Some vehicles traveled in the air, some underground, others moving across
cobblestoned streets. She also saw some spaceships in the distance. Many of the
aliens wore traditional Chinese dresses and suits. Others wore futuristic
spacesuits in tye dye colors. Images of koi fish appeared to move on the
surface of a suit as it was displayed in a store window.
Marching toward a group
of men by the spaceships, she demanded to them: “Give me your best spaceship
and make it take me in the direction I want to go.”
The alien men stared at
her, confused. One of them stepped forward. “Ma’am, these ships aren’t to be
used by ordinary civilians. They are part of a project only by authorized…”
Carrotta cut them off by
forming a red fireball from her hands. Terrified of her powers, they let her
pass. When one of them shot her multiple times in her back with a gun, he was
stunned that they didn’t leave a mark. Carrotta slowly turned around, seeing
the man step back. She threw a volley of blasts at him and the alien fell
backwards, dead on the ground. The other aliens fled away.
She got into the ship,
finagled with the controls, and soon took off. The journey would be a long one, but
fortunately, this ship was also equipped to fly long distances and put the user
in a long term sleep. Before long, she had crash-landed in the Capsule Corp. Gardens.
She opened her eyes, shook her head and stepped out.
According to the data on
the ship, she had landed on a planet called Earth. Earthling culture and
atmosphere looked vastly different from the Saiyan society she knew. The
technology was mostly used for conventional means rather than fighting and
conquering other planets. The King Furry man who governed the city did not
appear to be as harsh as King Vegeta was. Currently, there were no fighting in
the streets nor armies marching around. Just Earthlings without tails and low
power levels wondering around without a care in the world.
And the gravity…it was
much lighter on Earth. She almost felt weightless at once point, but quickly
grew accustomed to the new atmosphere of Terra. The sky was blue, unlike the
magenta sky she briefly observed through the round circular windows of her
former cell. Birds chirped around her and trees stood green and lush. Green
grass and water were everywhere. Compared to the barren place of her home, this
felt like a foreign kind of paradise.
Or it would be paradise
if her race were still alive…it would be paradise if Frieza lay dead before
her.
She emerged from the
wrecked ship and saw two people staring with shocked expressions on their
faces. One was a woman with short blue hair and nice clothing. The other was a
man wearing a blue battle uniform and white gloves. His hair was spiky and
black. Carrotta looked longer and gasped. It was the same hairdo that King
Vegeta had possessed.
Part 2: Carrotta’s Vengeance
( * ) ( * )
Letting out a yell,
Carrotta rushed at the Saiyan prince, grabbed him and slammed him against a
nearby wall.
“Are you Vegeta?” she
asked, teeth barred.
Vegeta wasn’t the least
bit fazed. “Yes. What do you want?”
Her reply was her fists
impacting against his face. After a moment, Vegeta scowled and pushed her off
with a ki blast.
Future Trunks rushed onto
the scene, unsheathing his sword and swinging it at the Saiyan. Carrotta dodged
the blows and even managed to stop the sword’s movement with her hand.
“You dare hurt my Dad!”
Future Trunks scowled. “Who are you?”
Carrotta smirked.
“Vegeta’s worst nightmare.”
“Hey! Lady!” shouted
Bulma, marching over closer to the fight. “You’re interrupting my relaxation
time after our victory party for Universe 7. Leave!”
But of course, Carrotta
didn’t listen.
A young kid Trunks
watched the fight from afar.
“Get her, Dad!” he
called. He looked at his future self and scratched his head in confusion. “He
look just like me…why is that?”
Out of nowhere, Goku
teleported to the area, wearing the same orange gi, blue shirt, and combat
boots. He looked around in confusion. “Hey guys! Wait…where did everyone go?”
He then noticed Trunks
protecting Bulma while Vegeta and Carrotta still fought. Just as Vegeta was
knocked backward hard to the ground, Goku grabbed hold of his dark blue shirt
with one hand.
“Bulma, Trunks, grab on!”
They complied and soon,
the four characters vanished to the Lookout, where the Namekian, Dende, waited
for them.
Yelling in frustration,
Carrotta pointed at her ship and blasted it to bits with a ki blast.
‘Now
that bastard won’t get a chance to use my ship to escape,’
she thought.
“Get ready,” warned Dende
as he spoke to the Z Fighters. “That rascal Saiyan is coming up from below.”
After searching for
several hours, Carrotta pinpointed Vegeta’s signature at a white Japanese
themed building on a circular structure in midair. Just as she was flying
upward, she was blocked by Krillin, Android 18, and Yamcha, who stood waiting
for her.
“Get out of my way!” she
shrilled in anger.
“We won’t let you harm
Vegeta!” cried Krillin. “Destructo Disc!”
A sharp energy disc flew
in Carrotta’s direction, though she dodged out of the way. Yamcha conjured a
spirit ball, but Carrotta blocked it with a blast of her own. It was only when
Android 18 came in that she had an equal opponent to fight.
Both women punched in
rapid succession, in an intricate dance of dodging, hitting and blocking in the
air.
Carrotta grinned, fuel by
adrenaline and the thrill of fighting. “Fall, Android!”
Android 18 dodged more of
her attacks.
Carrotta soon blasted
Krillin and Yamcha to the side, narrowly avoiding 18’s fists. The Saiyan got
hit several times in the face and gut, reeling back. The mixture of pain and
adrenaline through her body…was something that her body had apparently missed
out in space. It felt invigorating to fight and do what her cells urged her to
do. Wrapping her tail around Yamcha’s neck, she tossed the warrior aside who
started falling to the ground with a yell. Yamcha was curled into a ball,
catching his breath before Krillin carried him up to safety on the Lookout.
“Monster,” 18 scoffed.
“You’ll pay for attacking my Krillin!” 18 flew toward her with an enraged scowl
on her face. Then she stopped short as a light rapidly grew in Carrotta’s hand.
The energy ball grew larger, until the Saiyan held it with both of her hands.
Carrotta prepared the
pink ball of deadly energy, leaving a stunned 18 in her wake. 18 had never expected her power to rise
unexpectedly. Carrotta was about to fire it when…
“ARGH!”
Carrotta yelped when a
series of forces pushed her back and toward the ground below. Tien, the
three-eyed human warrior, had come to the rescue. His hands were in a triangle
shape, aiming a Tri-Beam directly at her. She yelled, as her clothes got torn
up and the impact left her weak and bruised. She managed to slow herself down
with one hand before falling to the ground.
Having no other choice,
the Saiyan was forced to flee.
“Let her go, Tien,” said
Goku as Tien was prepared to attack again. ‘She won’t be bothering us for a
while.”
All the Z Fighters soon
left the Lookout and returned to their daily lives. The sun began to set behind
the hills. Blind and disoriented, Carrotta spotted a nearby bush and lay down
on top of it. The pricks and stabs at her back from the bush were nothing
compared to the last surprise attack by Tien. Conserving her energy, she soon
passed out. Back at the Lookout, Dende observed her actions from afar, ready to
warn the Z Fighters of her next move.
During the windy night,
Dende and the divine authority figures noticed the strangest phenomenon occur.
“Very strange,” Dende
said to Shin, the Supreme Kai.
“It appears that gateways
have appeared all over the place,” Shin replied. The two of them observed the
event through a glass orb.
“What do we do?” asked
Dende.
“Wait until it stops,”
Shin replied. “Supreme Kais never get involved with the affairs on mortal
worlds.”
“There are exceptions,”
Dende countered, looking through the glass. “And this appears to be one of
them.”
Bubbling holes in the
fabric of reality started to randomly appear in different places. The portals
started to form against the night sky, the outlines glowing white. Then they
started to pop up in various places; on the ground, in tree trunks, in a river,
even making a hole in a village hut (which was thankfully empty).
One if these portals
happened to appear underneath the very bush that Carrotta had been sleeping on.
She woke with a start, only to find herself falling through the hole and into
the space between dimensions.
“It’s that Carrotta
Saiyan!” gasped Dende. “She just fell through one of the portals!”
“Hope she’s alright,”
Shin mentioned.
“Alright? She tried to
kill us!”
“Well, we won’t have to
worry about that anymore, huh?”
(
( ( O ) ) )
Dazzling chaotic colors
and glass surfaces flew past Carrotta in a blur. At one point, the area went
dark, and she thought she was back in space. Another moment, the entire world
went white. She could hear no sound, but at least she wasn’t hungry anymore.
‘Will
I have to stay here for another forty years? Please, no. Don’t make me starve
again!’
A small portal opened not
too far away, and she dived through it.
Carrotta was in the
stands, overlooking some kind of fighting match among the cheering crowd. The
two contestants below appeared to be two young boys holding red and white
balls. Lights shone from both of them and two creatures emerged from each one.
One was an orange salamander with a flaming tail and the other one was a
yellow-furred animal with electricity coming from its tail.
A gong sounded and the
two critters began to fight.
“Pikachu!” yelled the
yellow animal, rolling in a circle in the air and then shooting lightning from
his tail.
Charmander the salamander
stumbled back from the attack, soon covered in soot. He swiped his tail in
front of him, sending a curve of flame that raced toward Pikachu. Pikachu
ducked under the blast and proceeded to get in a fighting stance.
Carrotta stood up to look
around, and began to walk down the stairs. Not paying attention she lost her
footing and tripped…falling through another portal that had popped up.
Spotting another one, she
flew through it, this time witnessing Final Fantasy characters planning a
battle. One of them spotted her and glared in confusion. A portal appeared above
her head and Carrotta jumped through it.
‘This
is going to be a doozy,’ she thought. ‘How will I get back to my own time?’
This time, three portals
appeared in front of her. Sighing, Carrotta chose the middle one…and soon
wished she hadn’t.
She found herself in a
high school hallway where a teenager with short black hair was using his powers
to wave open a row of lockers in front of a woman. The woman had black hair
with a blue streak in it.
“My Goku, how
impressive,” said the woman. The boy flexed his muscles and winked.
What?
The scene abruptly
switched and then showed the same boy crying over his dead grandfather’s body.
Changing the scene again, the boy was turning into a monstrous creature while
facing a green alien that looked like a Namekian.
Then…
“Shenron!” called the
teenage boy to a dragon shape in the clouds. “Please bring Yamcha back to
life!”
A man with short black
hair woke up and the teen hugged him. An older man stood with them, looking
through a magazine.
‘What
the…what is this?’
Later, she witnessed the
teen boy using his powers to lit and extinguish a circle of torches.
Questions rampaged
through her mind. ‘Why didn’t he bring
his grandfather back? Is that technique supposed to work? Wait…why is his hair
glowing yellow?!’
The woman with black hair
leaned lovingly against him, and took him on her motorcycle.
“Urgh, I’m getting out of
here,” said Carrotta, racing ahead until she found another portal.
Many years later in the Dragon Ball Z
world…
The last portal opened on
a grassy field, and a weary Carrotta emerged. On the Planet of the Kais, Shin
noticed her appearance and peered through the glass orb in front of him.
“It can’t be…”
Shin closed his eyes and
spoke telepathically to Dende.
“A random Saiyan has
appeared through a portal in a field,” Shin said to Dende. “She looks similar
to the woman that the Z Fighters fought many years ago.”
Dende’s eyes widened.
“You can’t mean that wild Saiyan who tried to kill Vegeta?”
Shin sighed. “I’m afraid
so. Warn the other Z Fighters and head to the Lookout as fast as you can.”
“I’m on it, Shin-sama,”
Dende replied and broke the connection.
Nearby, Popo, the
attendant of the Lookout, was watering flowers in a nearby planter. He noticed
Dende’s concerned expression.
“What’s the matter,
Dende?”
“We have an emergency,”
he replied, in a shaky breath. “Shin-sama sent me a message and said that the
Saiyan Carrotta has returned.
“Oh, I think I’ve heard
of her,” Popo replied. “Isn’t she the one who went crazy and tried to kill
Vegeta?”
Dende nodded.
“This isn’t good. Hurry
and summon the Z Fighters.”
Dende walked off, getting
ready.
“And make sure that no
other fighters destroy the Hyberbolic Time Chamber again,” called Popo. “I’m
getting tired of fixing that thing.”
Dende sent each of the Z
Fighters a telepathic message, closing his eyes.
“Oh, you mean that Saiyan
freak who tried to kill me earlier on?” asked Vegeta.
“Oh, no, not her again,”
complained Krillin.
“I thought she was dead,”
said Android 18.
“I thought she was kinda
hot,” said Android 17.
“Really?” asked Goku.
“She was quite a strong fighter, but she looked a little on the old side.”
“Goku!” yelled Bulma.
“Quit calling women old!”
“Yeah, you tell him,
Bulma,” rooted Yamcha.
“I don’t recall you being
invited into the conversation,” Bulma remarked.
“Dende communicated with
him from the distance,” explained Piccolo. “So I guess even Yamcha can be
useful.”
“Hey!” Yamcha argued.
Piccolo continued, “If
what he said is true, if this rogue Saiyan has returned for revenge, then we’ll
need as many fighters as we can.”
“Ooohh, I’m getting
excited!” squealed Goku.
Tien sighed. “Classic
Goku for you.”
“Dad, don’t get your
hopes up,” said Gohan. ‘She looks pretty dangerous.”
Vegeta then spoke.
“Bulma, go make sure that Future Trunks and Mai get to their timeline safely.”
“I’m on it,” she said,
and soon left.
“What do we do now?”
asked Yamcha.
“What are we waiting
for?!” asked Vegeta. “Hurry to the Lookout and let’s send that Saiyan to Hell!”
It wasn’t long before the
Z Fighters arrived to the Lookout.
Part 3: Carrotta’s Transformation
( * ) ( * ) ( * )
“Carrotta has returned!”
Dende warned as he hurried over to the group. “She appeared to have been sucked
into a portal and has now returned to the regular time line.” Goku, Vegeta,
Krillin, Gohan, Yamcha, Tien, Android 18, and the others raced to the Lookout
to meet the Saiyan. Carrotta stopped short in the air when she saw that the
fighters had already been prepared to meet her.
“I don’t know why this
random Saiyan is after me,” muttered Vegeta to Trunks from a distance out of
sight.
“We saw how powerful she
was the last time I saw you guys fight,” mentioned Trunks. “I recommend hiding
until we finish her off.”
“No way!” he argued.
“Do you want to get beat
up again?”
Trunks got shoved by his
father in response, seething. Reluctantly agreeing, the Saiyan Prince took a
breath and hid behind a white wall that was part of the Lookout building.
Carrotta narrowed her
eyes when she didn’t see Vegeta anywhere.
“Where is Vegeta?” she
demanded. No one answered.
Krillin walked over to
the Saiyan and got into a defensive position. Carrotta glanced at a bag that
Krillin was holding in his hand.
“What’s that?”
Krillin hid the small
sack behind his back. “Nothing.”
In a flash, Carrotta
teleported behind him and swiped the bag from his hands. Senzu Beans tumbled
out. Carrotta grabbed a handful of them and shoved them into her mouth.
“That’s ours!” said
Krillin in anger. “Damn you!”
Vegeta stood against a
white wall, hiding his ki and peering out. His eyes widened when he noticed
Bulma march toward the Saiyan.
“Leave us alone you
brute!” she chided. “You dare mess with my husband, you also mess with me.”
Without warning, Carrotta
lifted Bulma into the air and put her in a chokehold. She gasped and struggled
to break free.
“VEGETA! GET OUT HERE AND
FACE ME, OR ELSE YOUR WIFE WILL FEEL PAIN THAT WILL MAKE HER BEG FOR MERCY!”
The Saiyan bellowed at
the top of her lungs. Piccolo, Krillin and Yamcha charged after her but she
knocked them all to the side with a burst of force.
Rage flooded Vegeta’s
head, the same feeling he had felt when facing Beerus after he had hit Bulma.
“NOT MY BULMA, YOU
BITCH!” he roared.
Vegeta charged out,
closely followed by Goku. Both men turned Super Saiyan God, their hair turning
red.
Carrotta let go of Bulma
in surprise, the blue-haired woman gasping for breath.
Carrotta was too slow to
react. Goku rammed into her in the front, Vegeta landed punches to her head
from above.
Carrotta pushed Goku away
and charged at Vegeta. Vegeta landed a hard punch to her cheek, sending her
falling down through the air with a yell. She steadied herself conveniently on
the top of Korin’s tower. She peered down and saw the same green beans that had
tasted so good earlier.
In a frenzy, she flew
inside and grabbed hold of a bunch of Senzu Beans that were huddled in a pot.
“Hey!” Korin called with
a hiss. “Those aren’t yours to take!”
Carrotta laughed out loud
and shoved the beans into her mouth.
More…more…just
a few more…
Yajirobe tried to block
her way, but the Saiyan shoved the fat young man aside, sending him flying into
the dirt.
Digging through the dirt,
Carrotta grabbed the remaining Senzu Beans. Korin and Yajirobe rushed to stop
her…but Carrotta had already gulped the beans down. For a moment, she didn’t
feel any different as she caught her breath. The Z Fighters moved in to attack,
surrounding the delinquent.
Then…
The hunger…the pain…all
the agony she had felt for 40 years…was gone. She didn’t expect that her hunger
would be satiated like that. She had previously thought that she would only
feel satisfied for a short time, like when she had eaten other food.
But this…
This warmth…
This energy…
THIS NEW POWER!
The Z Fighters watched,
stunned, as Carrotta’s ki rose at an exponential rate.
Her hair flickered from
black to golden, electricity sizzling around her. The newfound strength and
transformation process made her scream louder than ever.
Carrotta had turned Super
Saiyan.
Memories flashed through
her head, memories of fear, pain and hatred. She finally remembered why she had
hated Frieza, Vegeta, and his father.
Fueled by pure emotion,
Carrotta charged at the two Saiyans. The next moments were filled with yelling,
teleporting, and rapid punching. Carrotta’s yellow aura clashed with the red
auras of Goku and Vegeta. A burst of force from her knocked Trunks, Tien,
Krillin, Piccolo, and the Androids back.
Despite her new power and
rage, Carrotta was no match for the two Saiyans. Goku and Vegeta fired a Final
Kamehameha at her, and she was unable to avoid it. Carrotta screamed as black
spots danced across her vision.
Carrotta powered up even
further, ignoring the burning pains in her body. In a last attempt, she
pummeled her fist into Vegeta’s gut, holding nothing back. The prince gasped in
pain and shock, his hair turning black.
“Vegeta!” Goku cried as
he fell down to the Lookout floor in a heap.
“Yes, YES! I finally have
you now!” Carrotta shrieked in triumph. She rushed downward toward Vegeta, who
was crawling away, trying to avoid her.
A sudden strong tug
caused Carrotta to stop short. The pain quickly increased to the point of
becoming unbearable. She glanced and saw a green hand gripping her brown tail
firmly. Piccolo. He had used the same technique that Goku had used to defeat
his older brother long ago.
Letting out a pained
groan, Carrotta’s hair changed to black and she soon passed out.
Piccolo carried her to
the Lookout and proceeded to drip her on the floor.
“That was too close,” mentioned Goku, who had
landed back on the Lookout.
“Let’s kill her now,”
added Vegeta as he stood up.
“No, wait,” said Bulma,
who walked over to the Saiyans. “There’s something peculiar about this woman. Not
just her personality, but her appearance as well. Let’s take her back to my
place so we can get some answers from her.”
Trunks came over and
observed Carrotta’s white tail and legs in disgust. “Looks like a female version
of Mecha Frieza,” he said. “I’m guessing her rage and genes from Frieza’s race
gave her extra strength.”
“But why would she eat
all the Senzu Beans?” asked Gohan.
“Good idea,” said
Piccolo. “Though I don’t know how soon Korin will be able to plant new Senzu
Beans.”
“Ah, he’ll figure it
out,” said Goku. “We still have plenty of time to train before then.”
“Yeah, and when she wakes
up?” asked Vegeta, glaring at Goku.
“She won’t be going
anywhere for a while,” replied Bulma.
“She’s right,” said
Krillin. “That blast must have done a lot of damage. I can still sense her ki,
but it’s pretty weak.”
“She’ll wake up
eventually,” said Tien. “We better get her to Capsule Corporations.”
The group, save for
Dende, followed Goku downward back to the city below.
The black world slowly
turned into a world of gray. Opening her eyes, Carrotta observed her new
surroundings. Metal walls. A small bathroom in a corner. A dark green bunk bed,
that which was currently restrained to. The metal braces on her wrists and
ankles surged with electricity, no doubt made by Bulma to withstand Saiyan
strength for a time. Carrotta could tell that she didn’t have enough strength
as of yet, to break free.
The door to the far left
clicked open and in stepped Bulma. Goku and Trunks stood guard outside. Bulma
wore a casual white lab coat, tight blue jeans, and a shirt with the Capsule
Corp. logo on it. A nearby soft chair was positioned to face the Saiyan, and
Bulma took a seat. Pulling out a clipboard and pencil, she prepared to take notes.
“Where the heck am I?”
asked the Saiyan.
Bulma didn’t yell at her
this time. Instead, she regarded her in a calm manner, hiding her feeling of
anger underneath.
“You’re in a containment
area underneath Capsule Corporation.”
“Let me go. What do you
want?”
“I want you to answer
some questions for me.”
Carrotta glared
defiantly.
“You said your name was
Carratta, right?”
Carrotta nodded.
“Why did you come to
Earth?”
“Circumstances.”
“You’ll have to be more
specific.”
“I came from Planet
Vegeta, and landed here to survive.”
The scribbling of a
pencil could be heard.
“Alright, that’s good
enough,” said Bulma. “Now, then, why do you hate my husband so much?”
“That doesn’t concern
you,” Carrotta spat.
“Yes, it certainly does,”
Bulma retorted. “You’re lucky that Goku and Vegeta decided to let you live.”
Carrotta remained silent.
“I’ll ask again,” said
Bulma. “Why do you hate Vegeta?”
“Vegeta and his scumbag
father,” said Carrotta. “They made my life miserable back home.”
“How so?”
“Enough to make me want
to end that Saiyan Prince.”
Bulma sighed. ‘This is getting us nowhere.’
“Look, I get that Vegeta
can be selfish sometimes, but he’s a good person at heart.”
“Tch. Good person?”
Carrotta scoffed. “More like an asshole thanks to his father wanting to kill
me.”
“Why do you look
partially like Frieza?”
“None of your damn
business!”
Bulma proceeded to slap
her in the face. “Quit being rude and I might just let you go.”
Both of them knew Bulma
was lying.
“Did someone experiment
on you? What for?”
“How should I know? I was
too young to remember.”
Oh did she remember it,
though. The moment when she was forced to the metal bed and restrained until
she was put under. The horrifying moment when she woke up to find the devious
Frieza staring at her like she was an upgraded tool. Never knowing her parents
or any real family. And, of course, the vile man who started it all: King
Vegeta. Those horrible memories always came back to her whenever she saw
Vegeta’s arrogant face.
“Well then,” said Bulma,
standing up. “Looks like we can stop for now. You’re not going anywhere until I
get more answers. I’ll be back later on.”
Bulma left the room,
double-locking the door behind her. Carrotta tried in vain to free herself, but
then decided to reserve her strength. Fortunately, she was served food (albeit
gross prison food and lukewarm water) and did have bathroom breaks under
observation.
Days went by.
Even if she could use her
powers, she could get past the Z Fighters from the outside, who took turns keeping
watch.
One quiet afternoon,
Vegeta and Bulma left to go shopping. Goku was due to arrive any moment to keep
watch, but he was currently taking his sweet time training. Sure there were
security cameras perched in every corner, but Carrotta could be long gone if she
moved fast enough.
Carrotta took a deep
breath and clenched her fists, yelling as she tried to power up. She channeled
all the anger and hurt she had felt during her imprisonment…which was enough
for her to break free.
SNAP!
SNAP!
The braces broke free from
her wrists and ankles. She got into a running position, and then, with a
“YAAAH!” kicked down the metal door.
Before making her
getaway, she stumbled up some metal stairs, the air getting warmer as she
ascended. She wondered into a nearby kitchen, one of many in the large house.
She opened the door to a fridge and grabbed all the food she could find; frozen
vegetables, cheese sticks, sushi rolls, and even leftover vanilla ice cream.
Soon, she was full and satisfied, but she couldn’t stall any longer. She looked
to her left and spotted a large window leading to the outside world.
Flying into the window,
the glass shattered as she broke through. She had just flown into the air out
of sight when Goku landed down in front of Capsule Corps.
“Huh?” he asked
scratching his head. “Who broke this window?” He walked into the kitchen and
let out a cry of despair. “Somebody stole all our food! Bulma’s not gonna be
happy.”
Carrotta flew over the
city, searching for her mortal enemy. She gazed at the crowd, some of them
bipedal animals. A bush of black spiky hair caught her attention. And right
next to the moving black hair in the crowd was a tuff of light blue hair. She
had found them!
Fighting the urge to
charge, Carrotta slowly lowered herself to the ground further behind them, to
blend in with the crowd. She could see Bulma talking to Vegeta while both of
them help shopping bags. From the looks of it, Vegeta was already getting
bored.
‘This time, I will finish you off once and for
all.’
She was about to land a hit
on him when suddenly, the wind howled at high speeds. Carrotta shielded her
eyes from the blowing dust and debris. The citizens noticed as well, and began
to scatter away from the strange source. The source was a dark swirling tornado
that had appeared in the middle of the street. Strangely enough, it didn’t seem
to be naturally made. In fact, the tornado wasn’t causing any destruction; it
was only staying in place. Carrotta was the only one left to witness the sight.
Everyone else had fled, including Vegeta, to Carrotta’s disappointment.
Carrotta wondered if her eyes were playing tricks on her, because the tornado
started to morph into a human-like shape. The wind died down, leaving only the
standing figure.
A figure that was clearly
not human.
It appeared to be a
beast…or rather a combination of beasts molded into one animal. The first thing
Carrotta noticed was the featherless wings sticking out from the creature’s
back. It was like someone had attached naked chicken wings onto this thing. The
creature’s body was covered in fur, scales, and feathers all at once. Black
energy surged from the creature as if trying to separate the different parts of
the creature. There was a great possibility that this beast could survive in
air, on land, and underwater.
What was this creature
doing here?
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