Chapter 1

  Our story starts on the homeworld of the saiyan race, where two young saiyans were joyously holding their newborn girl in their arms; the flustered and exhausted, but extremely happy mother lovingly holding the young Ginse in her arms, cradling her with a rge smile, while the father was caressing his girl’s cheek and holding his lover in his arms.

  These two were unlike most of their species as it was now; they were kind and pure hearted saiyans, and renegade scientists who were fighting against the likes of Vegeta, Cold and Frieza.

  As the years went by, it was apparently clear that it would be a rather massive hurdle to both aid the resistance and raise a child, and even though they were saiyans and thus usually battle ready at around the age of 3 or so, they were concerned that this kind of environment, namely one of constant warfare, wasn’t particurly suited for a child like Bulma, or Ginse if we’re going to use her saiyan name, to grow healthy.

  See, although the girl definitely had an affinity for fighting and picked up techniques faster than some of the other saiyans, it was evident that her curiosity and eagerness to explore was far more developed than that of numerous others of her kind. Ginse often partook in her parents experiments with weapons, soaking in their knowledge and often asking questions that would often leave her parents and the other scientists to consider different routes and options, than they did before.

  She was likewise very crafty, and had actually invented a poisonous bomb that spread noxious, but odorless fumes across a wide area, that paralyzed organic life when inhaled, making it useful for immobilizing enemies and bringing them in for interrogation.

  However, when her parents wanted to celebrate her achievement, they decided to bring Ginse to a battlefield and deploy the weapon itself. Which she gleefully agreed to do; although, upon first seeing an actual battlefield, and the brutality of the saiyans on both sides, the girl immediately froze up.

  However, it was not the violence or the bloodshed itself that shook her, no; quite on the contrary, her blood very much boiled with lust for battle, but her heart and mind did not manage to find a reason to engage in such cruelty. For, you see, the saiyans on both the renegade and the loyalist sides were spilling guts, torturing their foes and mutiting others, young and old alike, and even children, with such jubint glee that it actually made her sick.

  Of course, she defended herself upon having been attacked, and performed well against her assaints, but witnessing how her comrades and even her parents took suck pleasure in ripping apart their foes and bathing in their blood… it was all wrong to her.

  Henceforth, she tried finding ways to communicate with her brethren to try and find common ground, use their simirities to help bring them together, and their differences to learn about and from each other. Why was it so hard for them to even consider such options? She thought to herself.

  However, as the years went by and the girl had grown to around 6 or 7 years old, she had come to recognize that although Vegeta and his loyalists were evil and pathetic sacks of shit… so were those she’d come to call friends and family, because aside from the affection they showed towards her and some vague aspects that could be considered less cruel than their enemies… they were still committing genocides on other worlds.

  Thus, she stopped aiding her comrades with their war, instead deciding to focus her efforts and energy on stopping the saiyans from going to destroy or desote other worlds, thinking that if the saiyans want to destroy themselves through their constant in-fighting, then that’s their choice. But innocent beings should not have to suffer for the folly of her brethren.

  Due to how apt her strategies and battle pns were, and likewise how effective her inventions had become known as, her absence from the skirmishes had not gone unnoticed. Nor did her sabotage of off-world transports.

  “Well, well… what have we here?” Frieza chuckled, sipping from a gss of wine, as he looked over several pictures of this unusually bright haired saiyan, and afferent documents reting to her.

  “That’s the girl! That’s the one who’s been deying, or in some cases, outright destroying our transports to and from our test target worlds.”

  “Is she, now?” Frieza hunched forth, squinting as he looked over the pictures, as if to judge her character… and see if he could use her. He could swear she seemed familiar, somehow, and didn’t pay too much attention to what the informer was detailing about recent reports.

  Then, all of a sudden, the entire ship began to shake, violent explosions bursting all throughout, until the entire mothership had been destroyed, barely even any debris left to drift through the low gravity.

  There, high in the low orbit of the world, Ginse was staring at the smoke and fire, ready to attack anyone that could’ve survived, and upon seeing her scouter fre up with Frieza’s power level and vital signs, she fired a ki bst straight towards him, hoping to either kill him, or at least send him flying out of orbit, hoping that he’d die from the pressure and suffocation.

  However, even though the bolt of energy hit its target head on, a jovial ughter started echoing in her ears.

  “Oh-hhahahaha!” Frieza gradually approached her, hands behind his back and tail swaying pyfully about, as he slowly floated towards the girl. “I appud you for your guts, little monkey. Unfortunately, though, it was my ship… and the chair, oh! Such a comfortable and well built one.”

  “Well, well… you’re about as full of shit and hubris, as they say.”

  Frieza snarled at the comment, but then raised an eyebrow, having expected the girl to actually be more flustered and concerned, yet here she stood in front of him, looking at him with a cold, almost detached expression. He could see from her gnce that she was sickened about something, and that there was also a yearning and sadness, yet also hopefulness to her eyes, of a kind so deep that was rather unusual for saiyans to dispy. In various ways, it surprised Frieza… and he saw in her a simir, if rather different… but still in some ways simir boredom and frustration that he, himself, had with life. At least, that’s how he interpreted it; and acted on it.

  “As they say, huh? Are you one to just so easily believe what others say, without actually investigating it for yourself?”

  His words were calcuted, made to py at her disdain for poorly made discernments, which he’d read about in her psychological analysis.

  “No.” She snarled at Frieza, the iceling grinning in the corner of his mouth, satisfied that he had hit a nerve. His manipution seemed like it would work.

  “Really? Then, why come and destroy my ship? And so many others, if what I have heard is true. But, even more egregiously… why kill my friends?” He lowered his tone to a growl, snarling at her and pretending like he cared about those in his armies. However, yet again, it struck a nerve with Ginse, who widened her eyes and almost seemed like she was starting to tear up, upon hearing that she’d killed someone dear, to someone who she didn’t even know. Although brief, that moment was rather surprising to Frieza, to see such kindness coming from a saiyan of all people. Sure, she was a child, but she was still part of the saiyan race, which were almost never known for kindness or affection.

  “Cut the bullshit, Frieza. You don’t have friends. You would never view anyone as such.”

  “Oh, really? I assume that’s something you also heard rumours about, as well? But, I’ll indulge your query. Why is it that you think I’d never view anyone as a friend?”

  “You send armies to a whole bunch of worlds, to try and sell them to the higher bidder! You commit and profit off of genocide!”

  “I am thwarting YOUR kind from obliterating and destroying worlds, you filthy fuckin’ monkey!” He yelled at her, making it seem like he personally took massive offense to her accusation. Which, again, much to his amusement and petty delight, seemed to work well, with Ginse visibly stunned at the assumed “revetion”. He capitalized on this, giving her an unsolicited expnation that he knew the girl was going to ask, in but a short moment. But he hastily spouted his lies, in the hopes of trying to seem honest to her. “For so many years, I had to deal with the pgue you apes spread across the stars, but I hoped that if we come together, I could help the saiyans outgrow their monstrous ways! If you’ve heard anything accurate regarding my power, you should know I could easily wipe your species clear off the cosmic map! Yet, I do not want to steal the opportunity to explore life, for the as-yet-unborn innocents your kind may very well produce, if redeemed!”

  He yelled out at her, his fa?ade seeming that much more authentic, since he channeled his own rage at the saiyans through what he said, although he soon calmed himself and sighed, seeming like he recomposed himself from the outburst.

  “Although, if…”

  “I’m sorry!” Suddenly, Ginse rushed towards him, wrapping her arms around him, hugging Frieza with all her strength as she started crying on his chest. The girl had almost not even heard his words, his “hope to come together and outgrow the cruelty” spiel, and even if she did, she’d have not cared about the whole so-called “power” part. The notion that she may have found someone who was not an outright psychopath was such a joy to her, that she rushed into his arms, genuinely regretting that she may have done something actually bad, to someone who did not deserve it; even if that was far from the case. “I’m so sorry!”

  Frieza was stunned. At no point in his life, did anyone, especially one so young, been this affectionate and honest with him. For reasons unknown to him, he sincerely returned the gesture and embraced the girl, although the iceling immediately froze up as he caught himself. However, he then shrugged it off and reasoned that this would work well in his favour.

  This one was smart, if the records had any truth to them. She’d be very useful, he thought. She could be an asset against the saiyans. She could likewise be rather apt as a scientist working towards his goals; and she’s clearly brave and willing to stand up for herself. That, and in combination with how he’d py his cards with her, could very much come to view him as a… friend.

  Wait, what was he thinking? Why did he feel a connection with her? Where had he seen her before?

  “Ah…”

  Then, it hit him. A memory from years ago, when the tuffles were pretty much eradicated by the saiyans. He recalled a young couple of scientists, one with teal hair and the other purple, whom he killed after having captured them. Concurrently, he had likewise captured a young saiyan couple, who’d been known to sabotage and thwart missionaries from both the saiyans and the frieza force.

  Of course, he could have killed them too… but an idea struck the iceling. Wouldn’t it be more fun, to kill the still forming infant, in the mother’s womb? Then watch the parents anguish over the event? No, that’d be too repetitive, he thought. Killing younglings had become too boring, as of te. The parent’s cries, too simir.

  That’s it! A new idea struck Frieza, as he thought to try and splice the DNA of the woman’s embryo, with the DNA of the dead tuffles. Wouldn’t that be delightful? The saiyans finding out their child had been altered to… oh…

  Frieza remembered sighing to himself, in boredom and annoyance, after discovering that the forming saiyan child had already departed the realm of the living, likely from the recent battle they’d been through. But, wait! What if he could get some sperm and egg samples from the tuffles, and impnt them in the saiyan woman! A tuffle raised by saiyans! A blow and mockery to both couples, and both species! Especially once the saiyans would find out and probably kill the kid themselves! Brilliant!

  Frieza gleefully ughed, upon recalling the event, prompting Ginse to look up and raise her brow with curiosity and suspicion.

  “What?” She asked, almost innocently, but with vigince.

  “Oh, you know…” He wiped a tear from his eye, one formed mostly out of sheer amusement at how things turned out, than any remorse. However, in Ginse’s eyes, it looked like he was happy to see what she thought he considered a “redeemed” saiyan. “I’m gd to have finally met a good and kind, conscious monkey such as yourself. Hahahahahaha!”

  ***

  Anyways, among other things...

  Nobody and nothing whatsoever has any "higher cim" to anyone's lives, than whoever's living those lives.

  Nobody and nothing whatsoever has any more or less anything at all, than anyone or anything else at all.

  Freedom is never given. Freedom is never taken.

  Freedom is everything and veyond, and the essence of everything and veyond, etc...

  Everything and veyond is always a choice, and the choice is always ours to genuinely make.

  Anyways, among other things...

  Always question everythingThe more we know, the more we know, how much more there is to know

  Anyways, we are to all and always and veyond ways persist, rebel, defy and do what is right, conscious, spiritual, defiant, creative, courageous, genuine, honest, greater, wilder, louder, prouder etc, no matter fuckin' what, etc.

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  Criteria of Worthiness: https://philoliasfidareos.com/criteria-of-worthiness/

  True Spirituality, compared to bullshit zealotry and cults: https://philoliasfidareos.com/true-spirituality-compared-to-bullshit-zealotry-and-cults/

  Anarchy and What It Actually Means: https://philoliasfidareos.com/anarchy-and-liberty-and-the-rejection-of-evil-and-svery/

  Exposing "virology", "germ theory" and scamdemics: https://philoliasfidareos.com/exposing-virology-germ-theory-and-alopathic-so-called-medicine/

  Exposing and retaliating against "israel" and parasitic jews: https://philoliasfidareos.com/exposing-and-retaliating-against-the-bullshit-parasitic-zionist-jews-and-against-evil-in-general-etc/

  Genuine Veganism (not the bullshit co-opted version): https://philoliasfidareos.com/2882-2/

  Choosing Good over evil: https://philoliasfidareos.com/freedom-spirit-liberty-courage-defiance-honesty-and-essence-also-exposing-the-scamdemic-the-svery-system-the-zionist-talmudic-parasitic-jewry-holocaust-lies-the-most-widespread-cult-bel/

  Anyway, among other things...

  “Creator” and “Creation” consciousness are not “separate”. They are both I and We and Me, infinite and unlimited consciousness, manifesting in different ways, and veyond the concept of “ways”.

  Everything is always a choice, and the choice is always ours to make.

  Always and veyond ways, I wildly, loudly, proudly persist, rebel, defy.

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