The saiyan race. A highly aggressive race that strives to be the strongest in the universe. They have an insatiable hunger for battle that drove them to other planets. Other planets that they dominated. Enslaving or either killing the inhabitants and taking the planet for themselves. They would make money selling it to the highest bidder. To describe these creatures in short words, they are space pirates. Taking whatever they want, when they want it because they had the power to. Until they didn't. They were soon under the command of someone much stronger than them. Someone who could easily tear them apart. Someone who could wipe out their entire species. The frost demon  race. 

Lets get a bit more into the saiyans themselves shall we. 

A baby Saiyan's power level is measured as soon as they are born, if their power level is up to standard they are raised as upper-level warriors and become combatant candidates. If their power level remains low even after a certain amount of time has passed they are classed as low-level warriors and become either engineers or infiltration babies. Infiltration babies are sent off to a planet the Saiyans have selected for take over, and if the baby grows up into a warrior capable of taking over the planet they are allowed to return as a full-fledged combatant. Infiltration babies have a low survival rate. 

The highest known power level an infant was born with was 1000. This power level belonged to the King's very own son who's named after him. What others don't know is that there was a saiyan born with a power level  that far outclassed that of the prince. The child's power level was at 10.000. The king felt threatened by the child and exiled him soon upon discovery. No one was to be stronger than him or his son. If a child with such power was to grow stronger, it could be a dangerous to his entire legacy. He would not allow such a thing to happen. Not while he still reigns.  

Six years passed and no child was ever born to posses such a high power level again. They never even passed let alone touched the prince's 1000. The throne was safe. The king was safe. His legacy was safe. 

But one day a child was born. This child was born to lower class saiyans. Their power level was expected to be very low. It would be no surprise if it were below 50. It would be a wonder if they reached higher than that. Even if it did it was not expected to be by much. Even though the child's father had an impressive power level himself. 

You could imagine their shock when the child's power level far exceeded their expectations. This child's power level was above 50,yes. It was higher than the hundred. It was higher than the five hundred. This child's power level was in the 5000. The doctors were so shocked that they had to double check. 5000. The power was unwavering. This child completely dwarfed all of their powers. 

That news of the child soon spread to the king. He was shocked and infuriated. How could a low-level saiyan be birth with a power level five times greater than his own son? Why was this happening again? 

The king planned on dealing the infant the same fate he had dealt the last. 

The parents of the child protested strongly against his rule. They pleaded with him. They promised him that their child would be a great asset to him in the future. They promised their childs loyalty. They promised that if the child were to ever stray from their duty that he was free to do as he wishes. The king was having none of it. He didn't care about what they thought. He would not take a risk like this. 

"She would make a great future ally."

All attention was turned to the four year old prince. He stood proud and tall with folded arms and tail around his waist. His eyes were filled with the saiyan lust for battle as he eyed the incubation chamber containing the child. A smirk spread across his face as he thought of the possibilities. 

"There's no need to get rid of someone so strong"

"But son.. "

"One might think that you are afraid father" He shot his father a cold stare. He had no respect for saiyans that showed any signs of fear. "What is there to be afraid of? She doesn't rival your power and I doubt she ever will. As for me. With enough training I should be far stronger than her by the time she reaches my age"

It took some time, but the king was convinced. He would allow the child to live. His son had a point. This child could prove useful to him. Especially if he planned on overthrowing Frieza. He would need all the power he could get. As he sat on his throne thinking of his decision he wondered if he had made a mistake four years ago. Should he have kept Paragus child? 

All of this happened four years back. The child, our lucky main character is now four years of age and going against her father as training. Her father is one of the only people she could train against. His power level is way higher than hers making it far more interesting for her. He brother was no good for he was too weak. The prince was stronger than her, but not by much. She needed more of a challenge and her father was the right person for it. 

Sarada, as she is called, at the young age of two showed enough fighting potential to qualify her going on a mission. This was made even more so when she easily defeated her oldest brother with little to no exertion. This intrigued her father and he tried to fight her as well. She had no experience with fighting. She was let out of her incubation chamber but hours ago. But as soon as she fought her father she rapidly adapted until she could read her father's moves and Dodge accordingly. None of his attacks hit her. While he may be stronger the two year old was using her size to her advantage. 

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The child was a fighting genius. 

At the age of three she was tasked on missions with the young prince. She was one of their best assets. She excelled in the field of battle. Learning from every encounter. Getting stronger from every fight. Adapting to any gravity. She was always out on missions having little time to spend with her family. It didn't matter. Whatever time she did get with her parents she appreciated and used. Unlike most saiyan children she spent a lot of time with her family. Training with her older brother. Helping her mother around the house. Going on Missions with her father. She actually loved her family because she knew it was because of them that she was still alive. She was grateful. 

"Hey, Bardock! You and your kid are hogging the training room"

The both of them abruptly stopped.  Sarada's fist was inches from her father's face while his own was about to make contact with her stomach. Upon hearing that voice they realized the amount of time they had been spending in the room. 

Sarada slowly drifted back to the ground and walked towards the door without a word. Bardock followed after her. Sarada ignored everyone around her. She never interacted with any other saiyans except her family and team mates. She didn't see the need to make friends with people that wont be around any longer. Since the day of her birth she had been counting down the days until her planet's destruction. She knew of the impending doom just two months away. She has a plan and she would rather die then let it fail. 

How did she know of the future destruction? Well. This wasn't her first life. Hard to believe huh? 

Sarada was a normal person like us all. A normal human on a boring planet earth. A completely different dimension. A normal teen. As normal as an orphaned outcast could be. She had a lonely life. No family. No friends. Nothing really. She didn't even want to live. She was hoping to die every day since she was ten. The only thing bringing her any comfort was anime. And guess what her favorite was? No it was not Dragon Ball. Her favorite anime was in fact Naruto. She knew everything about it. Down to every detail. Dragon ball was one of the anime she watched and understood well. She's a science person amd found the science in it totally unreal. Capsules could not be real. She knew for a fact that human would not be able to decompose molecules like in dragon ball. Not anytime soon that is.

But back on track. She was fifteen. She was heading to her apartment after one of the worst days in school. She didn't really care that day. She just wanted to go to bed and sleep for days. Not having to worry about anything. No school. No people. No depression. Just nothing. She was hardly paying attention to her surroundings. She made sure to watch how she crossed the roads though. 

About half way to her apartment she saw a little boy on the road. She stopped and watched. A car was speeding towards him. He didn't notice. He was too busy with his ball. No one noticed him on the road. Not even his mother. She got a bad feeling in her gut and slowly stepped forward. Even as she did so she questioned the action. Why was she moving toward the danger? Why was she running toward the boy? Why did she push him out of the way? Why? She didn't know the boy. She never saw him before in her life. Despite that crucial factor there was just this strong urge to save him. To make sure he was ok. To keep him alive. 

That was the death of her. She took the hit for the kid. And broke the important bones in her body ensuring that she wouldn't live. Her spine, her ribs, her skull. They were broken one way or another. For the first time in her life she felt true physical pain. It was unlike anything she had imagined. How could all those Characters in anime go through worse things than her? She knew she wouldn't be able to. 

"Sarada"

She was brought out of her memories by her mother. It seemed she had walked back to her house. Her father wasn't with her anymore. She must've lost track of him. It was nothing new. She would often get lost in her thoughts and end up anywhere. Her feet seem to move on their own. Most of her destinations were of what she was thinking. 

"You weren't focused again, huh? "

Gine knew her daughter well. She was very much aware of the way her daughter just zoned out on occasion. She would always wonder what was going on in her head. Unlike her brother and father Sarada was quiet. She kept to herself mostly and interacted with her mother more than anyone. Gine didn't need to talk to her to know what she meant. But she still didn't know why her daughter zoned out so much. What was she thinking of all the time? 

"How's Kakarot doing?" Sarada asked. Her voice was low, but with the slight pitch of a toddler. She walked passed her mother to stand in front of the incubation Chamber in the room. She stared at the small figure within it. Her little brother. He was born two years ago with a very low power level. He was also very small. He should be bigger now. He's two already. A late bloomer maybe. His hair was the mirror image of his father. 

"He's doing very well, although he's still small" Gine chuckled at the last part. None of her children before him had been as small. They grew as they should. "He'll be out soon, a couple of months or so"

Sarada nodded before turning away. Her tail twitched freely behind her as she headed to the back yard. A training ground, where she spent an amount of time. Training was one of her top priorities, but not her first. She didn't come out to train however. There was a small shed on the yard and that's where she went. She took a seat near the only table and took the object she had been working on for some days now. She was a science and engineering nerd in her last life so it was no shock that she took an interest in saiyan technology. She had fiddled with a couple of ships. Watching and learning from a couple of engineers. She was a technical genius before and that stuck with her. All she needed to do was watch and learn. 

She had managed to get a scouter to bring home. The first thing she did was disconnect it from Frieza's servers. She wanted nothing to do with the cold bastard. Sarada tore the scouter to bits. Inspecting its inner gadgets and deduced how they functioned. If you know how something works you know how to improve. The improvement she wanted was to increase the strength of the power level measure. It breaks when they power level succeeds 5000.It's a weaker one. There are others that can scan higher than 10.000.

Beside the scouter she had other small gadgets she has acquired from the different planets she visited. Some were fascinating and weird at the same time. She even snagged a seemingly insignificant device that seemed useless, but inhabitants of the planet had informed her of its use. It sparked her curiosity. She was immediately interested in it. Something such as that would've been revolutionary in her old world. She studied it every day. Learning more about it each time. She understood the workings and was working on copying it as well, but she didn't have all the needed parts. 

Most saiyans had said that if she wasn't a combatant she would make a genius technician. On missions if anything happens to the ship she would be the one to fix it. If she wasn't there her team would've been out in space for a long time. It would take an unknown amount of time to contact base and get some help. 

Her brother was out on a mission without her. He did something very stupid a while back and she hoped his ship broke.