Chapter 1/2 - Dream or Reality?




The rain pelted a corrugated iron roof and the only lamp in the backyard gave only sparse light.


Darken lay on the wet, smeared floor of the gutter and screwed up her eyes as she ran a hand over her head, where a bump was already beginning to form.


Not just that the restaurant owner almost tore her braid off. No! He had "thrown her out" with such force that she hadn't found a way to stop her fall. So she hit the wall across from the back entrance with full force. And now her skull was buzzing like it hadn't been for a long time in her life.


"Ouch," she hissed and tried to straighten up. "That hurts again!"


Darken pulled herself up against the wall and looked again at the door. "Stupid fat man", she grumbled and stuck out her tongue again demonstratively. "Blllllbblblblb!"

Shaky legs, she staggered toward the main street, while she continued to rub her new bump with one hand and her aching tailbone with the other. "And another job going on," she growled in frustration and shuffled around the corner.


She stopped there as if rooted to the spot.


She saw two boys, about her age, tinker with a bicycle. On YOUR bike !!


"Hey! Get your paws off my bike," Darken yelled and started moving towards the other two teenagers. They looked up, startled, but when they saw the girl, they began to grin maliciously and one of them just teased cockily, "Try to stop us, honey!"


"You idiots," the girl snapped angrily and started to sprint at the thieves. They had cracked the lock in the meantime and quickly pushed the bike away while they laughed disgustingly.


Darken ran after them and almost managed to catch up with the boy pushing her bike.But suddenly she tripped over her own feet and landed with a "RUMS" on the pavement of the street.


The boys' laughter faded into the general commotion on the main street, but the one boy's last malicious remark echoed in the girl's head for minutes later. "First learn to walk before you get on a bike!"










1129-06-09 / 358 years in the future


"Stop, stop, my little darling," the woman called tenderly and pulled the little child away from the man's leg, who was looking down at the little creature in front of him with amusement.


“You mustn't crawl in front of your dad's feet when he is training!” The black, full hair curled around the slim face of the woman, whose features nevertheless seemed to exude a certain harshness, just like that of her husband, who rightly wore his combat suit plucked before starting his daily workout.


"My little moon," whispered Tayron and took that little girl from his wife's arms, who cheered joyfully as her father's strong hands closed tightly around his waist.

“You should learn to walk first before you can fight!” With these words, the black-haired, muscular man gently stroked his daughter's black hair, who looked at him thoughtfully with large dark eyes, as if it had to reconsider the adult's words .


"Tayron," smiled Vegara and stroked her husband's cheek. "She's only just six months old and you're already talking about fighting!"


The man made a face and looked first at the child in his arms and then at its mother. "Do you hear that, my little moon? Just those words from your own mother who, from childhood, did nothing but struggle!"


Vegara shook her head so that her long black hair curled up. "You are exaggerating excessively again!" and with these words she took her daughter to her while her partner opened the door to the gravity room and disappeared into it.





1144-08-19 / 273 years in the future


There was only one light on in the house. Darken knew that her uncle and aunt were sitting there in the living room and watching TV.


She huffed in frustration. "That'll cause trouble again," she whispered to herself and a shear ran from the head down the neck over the back down to the tip of the tail. She felt how she instinctively wrapped her tail tighter around her waist and through the red sweater she could feel how the fine hair of her "appendage" stood on end. Yes! Darken had a tail and one since she was born. As the first Saiyan in three generations. Nobody knew exactly why the Saiyan children were born without tails at some point. It was assumed that the weakening of the genes was responsible for this. But the real reason for it and why Darken of all people was suddenly born with this Saiyan trait again, nobody could say.The great legacy of the Saiyan - the most powerful warrior people in the universe.


If someone were to make such a comment to their uncle, their reaction would surely be to laugh weakly and refer to Darken as anything but not a Saiyan.


The sixteen-year-old girl might have the look of a typical Saiyan - she was sturdy and powerful, her eyes large and almost black, and the long black hair, which she had mostly braided in a messy pigtail, was just as boisterous and wild, as the warrior people were said to be.


And if you looked at the family tree of the teenager, you really couldn't deny her origins - she, as great, great, great, great, great, great-granddaughter of the famous royal Vegeta, the prince of the Saiyajin.


But that was just superficialities and data on paper.


Unfortunately, the reality was not so optimistic.

Darken was, as her uncle used to call her, a fool and unworthy to think at all that she was descended from this mighty warrior people.


The teenager had two left hands and two left feet. And if she did manage to put one foot in front of the other without incident, her own tail usually got in the way, over which she then stumbled.


Even with the so highly praised courage of the warriors, Darken was not in a good position. Even as a baby she had always hid with her mother or father, if someone tried to touch her or if she was frightened, it took almost an infinite amount of time before she stopped crying out loud.


Darken really was everything! Just no Saiyan! And that was their real problem. Ever since her parents passed away when she was 3 years old, she had been expected to follow her legacy. However, both her physical and her psychological constitution did not agree with this wish of her uncle and society.

In the end, the effect was that those who knew what she was, didn't want anything to do with her. And those who didn't know what she was avoided her because the others didn't want to know about her.


Darken, the outsider! The loser! The idiot! The shame of the family! And much more!


Sometimes the girl really had trouble defining what hurt her more. The blows she had to take or the rejection of herself.


But now she was faced with another problem for which she needed a solution!


When the teenager looked more closely, there were actually three problems!


1. She had lost another job. Your uncle would certainly be very sour, but leave it at that after a snappy comment.


2. Her bike was stolen. It was only six months old and it wasn't exactly cheap either, but she could already guess what her uncle would answer.“Next time, park the bike in a safer place!” But this next time, anyway, it would be quite a while before Darken earned enough again to get a new one.


But these two points were only small fish for comparison with her third problem: she allowed herself to be beaten up by a restaurant owner without any defense whatsoever and the thieves of her bike got away with it.


You are a real shame! If you were a true Saiyan, you would have beaten her up and not just ducked. You are nothing more than despicable!


Her uncle's wording could go something like this.


"Phew," the girl huffed again and quietly opened the iron gate that separated the small property on the outskirts of the big city from the rarely used side street. The gate creaked softly and snapped back into the lock as the girl slipped through.

Darken stopped on the dirt road and looked at the lighted living room window, where she could make out movement. Someone had got up and appeared to have gone into the kitchen. "Definitely Aunt Minaro," she thought to herself. Her gaze slipped from the window to another on the first floor of the two-story family house. The curtains were drawn, but Darken knew that her window was ajar. She hated having to be in a room when there wasn't even a window open or the doors locked tightly. Somehow she always had a feeling of being trapped.






She pondered for a moment and scratched her head with one hand. However, she immediately pulled it back with a hissing sound when she came to the large bump.


Should she just go in? Your aunt would surely want to know why she was coming home so early in the evening and then the truth would emerge very quickly.She shook her head. There was also nothing to be done with sneaking past. Your aunt had ears like a lynx! The girl eyed the tendrils that grew past her window on the facade of the house. You're crazy if you want to climb up there, called a voice deep inside her. You then essentially break more than just your tail. And besides, you mustn't forget that you are afraid of heights !!!


She shook her head. Even if it were about my life, I probably wouldn't climb up there!


Darken began to move slowly. What use is it to her? Even if she did the impossible and landed safely in her room, her aunt and uncle would climb onto her roof by the next morning at the latest. And then one would certainly also blame her for having fled from this confrontation.


She opened the large wooden front door, stepped into the unlit hallway and headed straight for the living room, from which soft light flooded the