1 Chapter 1: The Prayer -Part 1
The piercing wail of the alert sliced through the silence like a blade, rebounding off the cold, metallic walls of the command center. "ALERT: WARP SIGNATURE DETECTED." The cold, automated voice of SAGE, the advanced artificial intelligence system, reverberated ominously throughout the war room, instilling an indescribable sense of dread that hung in the air like a shroud.
Frisee, the Vice-Captain of the Strategic Division, stationed in the heart of their galactic empire's strategic division headquarters, felt her heart skip a beat. She sprang up from her chair like a spring uncoiled, her eyes wide with a mix of disbelief and apprehension. "Impossible!" she exclaimed, her voice echoing throughout the room, adding to the cacophony of escalating tension.
The room, located in the heart of the royal capital of the mighty Saiyan God race on Planet Sadala, was ordinarily a sanctuary of calm and strategic brilliance. But now, it was pulsating with a tension that was tangible, a tension that saturated the air they breathed, making it heavy and stifling.
"ALERT: WARP SIGNATURE DETECTED AT THE PERIMETER OF THE SADALA SYSTEM," SAGE continued, its voice bereft of any emotion, a stark contrast to the escalating tension in the room.
"Working on identifying the signatures now!" a voice responded, emanating from the AI. The system, revered as the their backbone in the galactic empire, was already sifting through the incoming data at a staggering speed.
Frisee, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and potential scenarios, didn't falter. "Val, connect me with the Delta squad on the eastern battle front, NOW!" she commanded, her voice resonating with authority.
"Understood, Ma'am!" Val responded, his voice steady despite the gravity of the situation.
Without wasting a moment, Frisee turned to another member of her team, "Tris, get a sit rep of the battle on all fronts. Bring the positions of all fleets on the display." The words spilled out in a rush, her mind already calculating strategies and potential outcomes.
"ALERT: SIGNATURES IDENTIFIED AS 1 STAR DESTROYER CLASS and 2 ENDIVE CLASS WARSHIPS. Analyzing trajectory now," SAGE's voice echoed ominously through the room, casting an eerie silence in its wake.
A chill coursed through Frisee's veins, making her shudder involuntarily. "Star Destroyer class!" she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. The Star Destroyer class was a name that carried a weight of dread and trepidation. These were warships of unimaginable destruction, equipped with a singularity cannon - a weapon of annihilation that could birth a controlled singularity capable of devouring an entire star.
Introduced during the last great intergalactic war, this weapon led to the eradication of an entire race from existence roughly 10 millennia ago. The memory of that war, the horrifying scene of destruction, had been passed down through generations, serving as a chilling reminder of the destructive power they were now facing. Stories of soldiers exiting their battle mechas, bodies trembling with shock, generals standing in stunned silence, unable to comprehend the magnitude of the destruction, were all too familiar to every Saiyan.
Planetary rulers slumping on their thrones, their faces etched with stark terror as they watched the live feed of the unfolding tragedy, were also a part of the tales. But amidst the chaos, there was one figure who stood as a beacon of hope - the Saiyan God. His power, as described in the tales, was beyond comprehension, his aura radiating an intense energy that was both terrifying and awe-inspiring. He had the power to reshape space and time, to alter the very fabric of reality. His wrath could shatter worlds, but his kindness could nurture life.
A moment of deafening silence had followed, the quiet so profound that it seemed to swallow all sound. Then, a loud, thunderous roar echoed across the cosmos, "ENOUGH!" "THIS WAR ENDS NOW!" "FROM THIS POINT ONWARDS LET ALL WORLDS COME TOGETHER AS ONE ALL JOINED IN AN ALLIANCE." "ANYONE WHO OPPOSES, SHALL FACE THIS GOD'S WRATH!" Every being had kneeled towards the direction of the roar, responding in agreement, understanding the dangerous line they had crossed.
Now, Frisee was facing the chilling reality that a Star Destroyer had made its way to the Sadala system. With every fiber of her being, she steeled herself for the impending confrontation, knowing that history was on the cusp of repeating itself. The room was filled with a tense silence, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on everyone present. Each passing second felt like an eternity as they braced themselves for the impending confrontation. The echoes of the past were resounding in their ears, a chilling reminder of the price of war. But they were Saiyans, they were fighters, and they would face whatever came their way with courage and determination.
"The estimated time of arrival for the enemy ships is 5 hours," SAGE, the artificial intelligence system, announced. The ominous echo of its voice filled the war room.
Frisee, taken aback by this development, asked, "How is this possible? How did a Star Destroyer class ship manage to evade our defense line and warp directly into the Sadala system?" The gravity of the situation was not lost on her.
Her loyal subordinate, Val, added, "Vice Captain, I've detected fluctuations in the space laws where the enemy fleet breached Planet Sadala's defense perimeter." His voice was steady, showing no hint of the fear they all felt.
Before Frisee could reply, Tris, a trusted team member, delivered more distressing news. "Vice Captain, Delta Squad reported back. Nach informed us that Planet Vegeta has fallen. Our brethren from the mortal race branch have succumbed to the Evil Super Saiyan God, Sevich. The Delta Squad leader ordered a full retreat from the planet, suggesting the use of our Star Destroyer warship near Vegeta."
Frisee was devastated by the news. "How could Vegeta fall so quickly? What was the royal family doing, letting that Evil God land on Vegeta?" She vented her frustration, "Something's wrong! We alerted all leaders about the Evil God. We were supposed to be vigilant, especially given his ability to corrupt us Saiyans."
Before she could further process the information, SAGE's voice cut through the silence, "ALERT: STAR DESTROYER HAS BEEN IDENTIFIED AS THE King VEGETA'S CHARIOT."
"WHAT?" Frisee exclaimed, her heart pounding in her chest.
Tris delivered another blow. "Vice Captain, you were right. Nach just sent over more data. According to the investigation Delta Squad carried out, we were... betrayed!" Tris' voice trembled as she relayed the truth.
"WHO? Which BASTARD would align themselves with that MAD GOD?" Frisee demanded, her voice sharp with rage.
Tris swallowed hard before answering, "King Vegeta, Ma'am. It was King Vegeta who made a deal with the Evil God. He became an apostle to the Evil God to gain strength to... to..." Tris faltered, the words sticking in her throat.
"Spit it out!" Frisee commanded, her patience wearing thin.
Taking a deep breath, Tris continued, "Our Captain! He betrayed us because he felt humiliated that our captain fell in love with a low born Saiyan. He claimed that if the Goddess had to choose a mortal, she should have chosen him, not a low born wretch. He believes the Goddess humiliated him by marrying Squad leader Cress and that only he, amongst the mortal branch, would have been worthy of being her husband. He views her actions as a great slap in his face!"
Frisee collapsed into her command seat, aghast at the revelation. "This is... ridiculous," she muttered. She couldn't believe the extent of King Vegeta's stupidity and arrogance.
Both Sadala and Vegeta were homes to the Saiyan race. Sadala was the world that was home to the Saiyans who carried the blood of the Saiyan God, called the god branch. Sadala was rich in God Ki due to the influence of the Saiyan God, and was a land of infinite possibilities. The god branch, using their knowledge of laws, made progress at a faster rate and produced great scientists and warriors that served the intergalactic community with their innovations and strength. The Saiyan God created a rule that only righteous and kind hearts would prevail on Sadala, knowing that God Ki on Sadala could elevate the power levels of all without differentiating between those who are good and those who are driven by their greed and lust.
Vegeta, on the other hand, became the home of Saiyans who were driven mostly by their instincts, the mortal branch. The ruling of the mortal branch was tasked with a loyal follower and descendant of the Saiyan God. He became the first king of Planet Vegeta and created a royal line by taking wives from the populace of Vegeta. The mortal branch, though leaning towards the path of warriors, were still God-gifted Saiyans. Bright minds were also born on Vegeta, and though progress was slow, the sister planet joined Sadala on the galactic alliance council as a fellow leader. Throughout generations, the influence of the 'strength makes right' mentality influenced the royal family of Vegeta. This allowed the descendant to grow arrogant. King Vegeta, the current ruler, was a man known for his extreme pride and arrogance, traits that often clouded his judgment and led him to make questionable decisions. A man of intense power and influence, he was rumored to be capable of unspeakable acts driven by his ego. One such rumor suggested that he would even resort to murder, not hesitating to kill a child if the power level of that child threatened to overshadow his own descendant's. This was the kind of man he was, his pride dictating his actions and his arrogance blinding him to the potential consequences.
The day King Vegeta first met her division captain was etched vividly in Frisee's memory. The scene played out in her mind as if it had happened just yesterday. King Vegeta's reaction to her captain's beauty was unmistakable. His eyes widened in shock before morphing into a look of lust and greed. With a booming voice that filled the room, he declared his love at first sight and announced his desire to make her his queen. His words echoed in the vast hall, "Beauty, you have taken this King's breath away and won my noble and royal heart. Rejoice, for I have decided to make you my Queen. What say you, fair maiden?"
The atmosphere instantly became tense. The bystanders who recognized her captain found themselves enveloped in fear. The captain was none other than Empress Gula, a goddess hailing from the direct royal God bloodline. She was revered for her proud, dominant personality and her ruthless disdain for arrogant men was well-known. No man had ever dared to approach her with ill intentions, let alone propose marriage.
As if confirming the fears of everyone present, the Empress reacted with unrestrained fury to King Vegeta's audacious proposal. She did not resort to mere words of reprimand, but instead physically thrashed him. She beat him so severely that he lost consciousness from the immense pain and had to be rushed to the medical center of Sadala. The intervention of other division captains was the only thing that managed to calm her wrath and prevent further harm to the King.
The aftermath of this incident created a ripple effect throughout the kingdom. Many were shocked by King Vegeta's audacity, and others were in awe of Empress Gula's power. Some feared the potential conflict this event could spark between the royal God bloodline and the royal family of Vegeta, while others were simply grateful that the situation did not escalate further.
Despite the tension and unease that filled the air in the subsequent days, life in the kingdom gradually returned to normal. However, the memory of that fateful day remained fresh in Frisee's mind, a stark reminder of the immense reverence and fear the Empress commanded and the chaos that could ensue when someone dared to challenge her.
Upon regaining consciousness in the sterile cocoon of his recovery pod, the king was met with the terrifying reality of the woman he had arrogantly proposed to. His heart pounded in his chest as he grappled with the enormity of his blunder. She was not just any woman; she was a divine being, beyond the reach of ordinary mortals. His kingly arrogance, however, held him back from bowing down and pleading for forgiveness. His yearning for her was intense, yet he decided to maintain a strategic distance, silently hoping this would serve as a testament of his remorse over his audacious actions.
The widespread belief was that only a deity among deities could win the heart of such an extraordinary woman. Yet, when the news broke out thirty years later that she had given her heart to Cress from Planet Vegeta and was planning to wed him, King Vegeta became one of the fiercest critics. He was like a tempest, his voice echoing with the bitterness of a scorned lover as he accused Cress of bewitching the Goddess. His words were initially disregarded, but his subsequent actions of exiling the delta squad and imposing sanctions on some of their families instigated a deep rift between the delta squad and Planet Vegeta.
In response to the trials and tribulations they faced, Leader Cress made the audacious decision to guide his squad through the demanding Saiyan God trials on Sadala. It was a decision not made lightly, considering the fact that many in his squad held neutral or even neutral evil alignments. Yet, they demonstrated an unexpected depth of character that was far from devoid of kindness. The members of the Delta squad showcased unwavering loyalty, camaraderie, courage, and most importantly, a strong inclination for self-sacrifice. These qualities were the driving force that led the soul shard of the Saiyan God to deem them worthy, a recognition that was not given lightly.
This noteworthy moment marked the beginning of the Delta squad's complete integration into the God branch. It was a journey filled with challenges and hardships, but they persevered, driven by their loyalty and dedication to their captain. They were warmly welcomed into the God branch, their new comrades embracing them with open arms. These warriors stood tall and proud, ready to serve loyally under the command of their captain. This captain was not just their leader; he was also the loving husband of the woman they all deeply respected. This development further solidified their bond, making them more than just a squad, but a family united by a shared purpose and mutual respect.
However, the situation took a drastic turn when King Vegeta labeled Cress as a traitor and declared that his lineage would forever bear the disgraceful title of "Sinners". By doing so, the king had effectively proclaimed that any offspring of her captain and Lord Cress would be forever stigmatized as a sinner by the populace of Vegeta. This ignited a fury in not just Lord Cress and her captain, but also in her captain's entire family. The subsequent day, ten formidable Emperor-level Super Saiyan Gods took to the sky, setting course for Planet Vegeta in a Dauntless class royal warship.
After a grueling ten hours, they returned, and the royal family of Vegeta made an unexpected announcement: the king had fallen ill, but he had withdrawn his previous declaration and instead extended his heartfelt congratulations to the newly wedded couple. It was evident to everyone that the king had been taught a lesson he would never forget. The departure of the ten Elite Super Saiyan Gods from the royal line of the God branch effectively silenced all gossip-mongers. Their formidable strength was widely recognized as they led the defense of the entire alliance. The collective assumption was that the matter had reached its conclusion and the joyous event of the marriage became the talk of the town.
Frisee had naively assumed that the king would have learnt his lesson after being chastised by the elites, but reality proved her assumptions wrong. The king, driven by his bruised ego and thirst for revenge, made the shocking decision to serve the Evil Super Saiyan God. This unexpected twist of events left Frisee utterly astounded, shaking her to the core.
Frisee, a seasoned veteran, was no stranger to crises. Nonetheless, the gravity of their current situation was not lost on her. The circumstances were dire, and the stakes were exceptionally high. She immediately contacted her Captain, who at that moment was at her son's side in a private medical pod. Orach, the son, was recuperating from a severe injury he had sustained on the battlefield, a testament to his bravery and selflessness in protecting his mother.
Throughout her storied career, Frisee had never seen her Captain in such a state of despair. It was as if the life had been sapped from her, the will to continue extinguished. The Captain had fought valiantly alongside her son against a relentless enemy. Their combined strength was formidable, and their synergies were a potent force on the battlefield. They had succeeded in eliminating the majority of their foes. However, the brutal reality was that they had been engaged on the front lines for an extended period, and they were significantly outnumbered by the enemy forces.
As the Captain, in her Super Saiyan God Blue form, provided cover for her injured comrades, the toll of the prolonged fighting became evident. She had pushed herself to the brink, and a temporary lapse in her defenses, a blind spot, did not go unnoticed by their corrupt adversaries.
Sensing an imminent attack and recognizing his mother's vulnerability, Orach, despite his exhaustion, intervened. His singular focus was to protect his mother. In his heroic act of selflessness, Orach saved his mother but at the cost of sustaining severe injuries himself.
The sight of her son in such a state triggered a profound transformation in the Captain. She reverted to her old ruthless self, the version of her that invoked fear and awe in the hearts of her enemies. Her true anger wasn't merely expressed through defeating her opponents; it was in the terrifying calm and cold demeanor she embodied when truly enraged. She unleashed her most potent form, the Mastered Ultra Instinct, and launched a massive concentrated attack that eradicated 98% of the enemy forces in their sector.
Carrying her wounded son on her back, and flanked by her comrades, the Captain made a strategic retreat from the battlefield. She delegated command to another Elite, her primary focus shifting to return to Sadala and ensure her son's speedy recovery. The image of the Captain's intense, terrifying expression, as she rushed from her ship carrying her son, was indelibly etched in Frisee's memory.
Upon landing on Sadala, the Captain wasted no time. She rushed to her home where a state-of-the-art medical pod, reserved for her family, awaited Orach. He had been recuperating in the medical pod for over 20 hours. All of Sadala was privy to the Empress's deep affection for her son, and the despair that gripped her in his current condition was palpable. Orach was a beloved figure, having grown to be both a warrior and a scientist, and he had contributed significantly to society. He had a promising future, and was adored by everyone who knew him.
To Frisee, Orach was more than just the Captain's son. He was akin to a little brother whom she had fondly doted on during his younger days. Now, as a military science officer, she relied on him as an advisor. The entire community was on tenterhooks, anxiously awaiting his recovery. They knew that if anything were to happen to Orach, his mother would be inconsolable. They wanted to be there for him in his hour of need, their hearts heavy with concern and fear. In recognition of the Captain's intense need for solitude during this critical period, they gave her the space she required. No one dared to disrupt her as she maintained a steadfast vigil by her son's side, a picture of unyielding resilience and quiet strength. Her son, injured and vulnerable, became the focal point of her world, the anchor in the turbulent sea of the ongoing conflict. In the hushed solitude, she was also nursing her own wounds, recovering from the deep-seated fatigue that had settled in her bones. The relentless onslaught of the battle and the weight of responsibility had drained her, yet in the face of her son's plight, she found an untapped reservoir of endurance. Through her silent recuperation, she embodied the spirit of a warrior, ready to overcome whatever adversity lay ahead.
