"Ready?"
Niya turned to her half-saiyan friend, Trunks. "Hm? Oh, yeah, sure!" she nodded with a smile.
Trunks stared at her for a moment. "You don't have to go. I can ask about your Mom's medicine, too," he assured.
"But I want to go," Niya insisted. "I'm okay. Really!" She smiled brighter. "I'm just wondering how everyone will be. I mean, we get to see Bulma when she was young... younger!" she corrected herself when Bulma crossed her arms at her. "We get to see Gohan when he was little, you get to meet your Dad, and-- and we get to meet the Goku! I mean, how exciting, right?"
"Ah, well, sure," Trunks was a bit surprised at her response and scratched his head. "I'm glad you're not worried, then."
"Worried? Why would I be worried?" Niya asked.
Trunks gestured his head towards Capsule Corporation next to them. "And about the chance of--"
"Everything will be fine," Bulma interrupted, assuring them. "It'll be just a short visit to the Past. I'm sure the Androids won't show up, and Niko and Noemi will be just fine. Okay?"
The saiyans shared a look before nodding.
"Yeah. It will," Niya then smiled.
Bulma smiled at them before bringing them both in for a hug. "Alright, you two. Get going before the kids make their way over here," she patted their backs before pulling away.
"Right," Trunks and Niya smiled.
×××
There Trunks and Niya stood, gazing upon the mighty Frieza and what was now confirmed as his father, the giant King Cold. Trunks sparked some arrogant conversation which Niya didn't pay attention to. Instead she stared at the mostly mechanical Frieza, studying and thinking.
So, this is who tried to kill my parents and the Saiyans, Niya thought, trying to let those words sink in. It was strange to see the tyrant in person. Her parents had told her how much they endured under Frieza's rule, and Bulma had told her about what happened on Planet Namek. He was absolutely ruthless and slaughtered without the slightest hesitation.
Although she tried to contain it, she felt her anger rising.
As if sensing the fire building inside her, Frieza turned his beady, red eyes to her. He didn't seem phased, but he was when he noticed a curious, shimmering thing around her neck.
"That jewel," Frieza began, silencing everyone, "it belonged to a special kind of saiyan." The air grew thin around them, making Niya and Trunks tense up. Frieza then smirked, "Ah, yes, I remember now. The Ayatan Saiyans. And not just any, you're a member of the Royal Family."
When Niya flinched, Frieza chuckled. He continued to study her, "You're not Makona, no. You must be her brat, aren't you?"
Why was Niya's heart racing? She was strong enough to beat him. So why? Was it because he was trying to make her fear him? She then felt the Red Jewel grow warm against her neck. It remembered him. It had been afraid before.
Niya wrapped a hand over the Red Jewel, feeling it burn her palm. "Yes," she answered, then firmer, "Yes. That's who I am."
Frieza narrowed his eyes, and King Cold was surprised.
"The Ayatan Saiyans were said to have been exterminated by the Mektanians," King Cold frowned.
"Clearly, that was not the case," Frieza stared at Niya before glaring. "We'll just have to take her prisoner to find the rest of the Ayatan Saiyans and exterminate them ourselves once and for all."
"Yes. We shall," King Cold smirked.
Niya was taken aback. Before Trunks could speak up for her, she suddenly stated, "You can't beat me!"
Frieza and his father shared a look before bursting into laughter. "Of course I can!" he confidently claimed, "Even with the power of the Red Jewel, I have bested its past wielders before. I am confident you are no different, Princess."
His red eyes burned into her black ones.
Niya shook her head and reached behind her to slide out her shimmering, obsidian sword. She pointed it towards Frieza. "But you see, I am different. It will be I that beats you," she claimed.
Frieza looked amused. "If you insist," he levitated closer. Once he landed on the ground, he eyed Trunks. "This one won't be interfering, will he?"
Before Trunks could reply, Niya stepped closer to Frieza. "No," she answered for him. "He won't. This is between you and me."
Trunks nodded and jumped back a few feet, avoiding the bodies of the fallen members of the Frieza Force he had taken care of earlier.
"Very well," Frieza smirked, his metallic tail wriggling behind him. "Let us begin."
Niya went in for an overhead swing, but Frieza side stepped it, and the sword dug into the ground. As the saiyaness moved to pull out the sword, Frieza saw his opening and punched her in the gut, making her skid back. Her sword was still stuck in the ground.
"Ah, yes. I remember this sword," Frieza observed it. "A useless relic."
Niya wasn't very phased by the blow. "I don't need it to beat you," she said. "I know exactly what will."
"Oh? Is that so?" Frieza questioned.
Niya nodded. "This!" She widened her stance and began powering up, "Ahhhhh!" The typical white energy aura transformed to a bright, golden yellow, disrupting the surrounding debris. Her black locks flashed between that and gold, until finally settling upon the glorious, foreign color. Finally, her eyes flickered shades before remaining a bright, aluminate, green cyan.
Frieza was taken aback. "No," he clenched his fists. "No," he grit his teeth. "This isn't possible!"
The Red Jewel then glowed, and around the golden aura of Super Saiyan, a crimson aura wrapped itself around it. "Do you see now?" Niya asked. "I can beat you."
Frieza was livid, but there was also a spark of fear in his eyes. The golden and crimson energy radiated in immense power and heat. But most of all, the glow of the Red Jewel seemed to pierce into his soul. He felt heat all around him as his ears were pierced with the cries and pleas of people long passed. He felt a lump in his throat, eyes wide. He swore, from behind Niya, he could see someone else, her crimson eyes burning into his with a sinister smile.
Niya then took off towards him, fist raised.
In a fluster, the evil tyrant threw as many blasts as he could at the dreaded, newly transformed Super Saiyan. He stopped, slightly out of breath, and waited for the debris to clear out.
Trunks waited patiently, crouched on the sidelines. As the debris cleared, he flashed a smirk.
Niya appeared, unharmed. She simply dusted herself off. "That won't beat me," she told him.
In a flash, she used a dashing-teleporting technique to close in on Frieza. However, he was able to read some of her movements, so they locked in a punch-and-dodge cycle. Niya grew tired of the lame cycle and managed to strike him down with an elbow hit to the back. He flew down to crash into the earth.
To continue her combo, Niya dashed down, raised her fist, and struck. She missed. Frieza had made a quick escape. She sensed an oncoming back blow, so she swiftly dodged, and kicked him back.
As Niya flew back, Frieza recovered and flew after her. He caught up and attempted many punches, but they all missed.
Niya then landed and ducked to avoid one of Frieza's blows. He almost fell forwards, but Niya pressed a hand on his chest to push him back. He pressed the heel of his foot in the ground, steadying himself.
Frieza was livid. He raised a finger up, a ball of rapidly growing energy forming at the tip. His eyes were wild, desperate to win, "Die, Saiy--!"
Niya reached back, pulled the sword from the ground, and in a swift motion, shoved it with both hands in Frieza's gut.
"Ggh...hh...!" he gasped, looking down at the sword. The energy from his finger was fading. "H-H...?" Her green cyan eyes bore into his, just like Goku's had.
Niya didn't let him finish. In a swift motion, she pulled her sword up, slicing his upper body in half. She saw his legs still functioning, so she decided to finish off the slice. His body split and fell to opposite sides. It was the end of Frieza, but to make sure, she charged up a rouge, sphered energy ball, and blasted his remains to ashes.
All the while, King Cold gasped in fear and began begging for his life. Niya nodded to Trunks, who quickly disposed of the coward ruler with a final blow to the chest in his own Super Saiyan form. Meanwhile, Niya slid her sword back in its sheath behind her as Trunks blew up the foreign ship the two evildoers had arrived in.
And like that, the two saiyans had successfully vanquished the current distress.
Trunks landed beside her, and they both dropped their Super Saiyan forms. "Are you alright?" he asked her.
Niya tightened her hair behind her. "Yeah," she nodded, "I'm okay."
Trunks stared at her for a moment.
"Really," Niya turned to him and smiled, "That was no big deal. We took them out no problem." She held her fist out, "'Cause we're the ultimate team, right?"
After a moment, Trunks smiled and fist-bumped her. "Yeah. That's right."
They smiled at each other for a moment before realizing and turned away. Niya tucked some hair behind her ear, while Trunks turned to their shocked audience, "We better go talk to them now."
Niya nodded and turned to the onlookers as well, "Right."
The two flew off to them.
The group was quite baffled and large. Trunks and Niya knew who was who from Bulma's old pictures. They were mainly from birthday parties and random hang outs. They also had pictures that Chi-Chi showed them, mainly about Gohan, but Goku was in them too.
Niya smiled at how young Gohan was in front of them and how weird he looked in a saiyan uniform. There was Krillin in an orange gi, Tien and Chiatzu in their usual green and black, Piccolo who was quite intimidating, the scarred man named Yamcha trying to stand cool next to... Bulma? She looked bizarre in her giant blue afro. Lastly, there was a man about her height with tall, pointy hair and a fierce glare. It was Vegeta, Trunks' father. She nervously stood somewhat behind Trunks, intimidated.
Trunks smiled at the gang. "I know you don't know us so you can't possibly trust us, but we know where Goku will be landing. It's just this way," he pointed to the left, "We'll show you." He blasted off and Niya quickly scrambled after him.
"Do you think they'll follow us?" Niya asked, concerned.
"Well," Trunks began, "they really have no lead on Goku's arrival. Even if they think we're lying, wouldn't they still follow if it was their only choice?"
Niya pondered. "I guess so."
And soon enough, they sensed the gang trail behind them. The duo landed, shortly followed by the group. They were given suspicious glares from everyone. It made Niya nervous, but she put on a smile.
"So," Trunks began, "I can't say exactly how I know, but Goku is going to arrive in about 3 hours. And I know there's no reason to believe anything I say, however, I'm asking you to trust us." He gestured to Niya and himself.
Niya felt the tension emanating from everyone, but she held her smile. To show respect, she bowed and said, "Please believe us. We mean you no harm." Her face reddened a bit from stress.
"If they know where my dad is gonna land, shouldn't we give them a chance?" Gohan pondered.
The duo gazed in curiosity at the much younger Gohan. It was strange, but also heart aching.
"That may be true, Gohan, but we can't just trust strangers so easily," Krillin retorted.
Bulma grinned at the duo, "Come on guys, these two defeated Frieza! They saved us! And besides, they're just kids. It wouldn't hurt to wait."
No one refused.
The duo smiled. "Thank you," Trunks smiled in relief. He pulled out a capsule from his jacket and threw it. Out popped a mini fridge. "While we wait, you're welcome to some drinks."
He opened the fridge and pulled out a drink for him and Niya. She cheerfully accepted it, eyes twinkling, "Oh wow, you brought my favorite!" She happily slurped her beverage. The mood around them shifted.
Gohan was the first to race to the fridge, then Krillin, then Bulma. The group relaxed and waited three hours.
Meanwhile, Bulma chatted with Niya. She seemed excited about having another female in the group. "So," she smirked, "are you two... you know..."
Niya blushed and shook her head with a sheepish smile. "Ah, n-no, we're just best friends," she replied.
"Aw, that's too bad," Bulma took a sip. "So, how long have you two known each other?"
"Since we were kids," Niya smiled.
Bulma clasped her hands together. "Oh wow, you two must be super close then! How old are you?"
"Almost seventeen," she replied. "Tr... Um, I mean, he's already seventeen, in case you were curious."
"So young and so strong! How cool!" Bulma gushed.
Niya readied herself. "Um, Bulma? May I ask you a favor?"
Bulma gave her a curious look, "Sure. What is it?"
She took out a medicine bottle and handed it to Bulma. "I would like for you to deliver this to a family, a woman specifically, who gets terribly ill often. This medication should cure her illness. I can't deliver it myself so I'm asking this of you." She also pulled out a piece of paper. "This is her name as well as her home address. And please don't mention my name."
Bulma curiously accepted the medicine. "Oh sure, no problem. This is the least I can do for you saving our lives."
"Thank you very much," Niya smiled in relief.
It seemed Vegeta could no longer bottle up his questions. "There's no way you two are Saiyans! Especially Super Saiyans! And you, girl," he snapped, standing, "where did you get that Jewel?"
Around Niya's neck was a collar which held the mysterious, Red Jewel. She gasped, hiding it with her hand. "U-Um, it's a family heirloom," she replied a bit nervously.
"I know it is. I only knew one person who wore that, so you better spit out just who you are!" Vegeta demanded.
Niya had completely forgotten Vegeta knew her mother. "... I can't say. I'm really sorry."
A timer set off. Trunks looked down at his watch, grateful for the timing. "Alright. Goku is about to land."
They all stood and gazed impatiently at the sky for Goku to arrive. However, Vegeta would not forget his concerns. Something was not right.
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Edited 05-05-2020.
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