Dragon Ball SIster (DB SI)

[Blue burrowing critter]

Author note, if you enjoy dragon ball, dragon ball Z, dragon ball super or any other dragon ball related media and content, I hope you enjoy this as well.

Warning! Contains extreme violence and other acts that require warning, it's going to get absurdly dark very fast, starts grimdark but will hopefully get better, you have been warned.

So with that I hope you enjoy it.

Dragon Ball SIster!

Chapter 1: the difference between home and Home.

I'll be honest, waking up as a tiny little girl with a tail, surrounded by other people who shared all the same basic traits as me, black eyes, black incredible spiky hair and tails being the most notable with only a limited number of exceptions.

Was not exactly what I would consider pleasant, especially when everyone is apparently superhuman and incredibly violent murderers.

To simplify, not a great place to be as a child, frankly the kids who got sent off to slaughter and conquer worlds as literal newborn baby's were probably better raised and more adjusted than the average saiyan born and raised on planet Vegeta itself.

Relative I know, nobody here was well adjusted or right in the head, an entire race of prideful battle loving maniacs who genocide entire planets for their even eviler overlords, the irony being that our services were soon to be repaid with interest…

Living- no let's be frank, surviving as a child on planet Vegeta was not easy, if you were weak you got sent off to die or conquer a planet to prove your worth, if you were barley strong enough not to be sent away, well you better pray your disappointed parents take pity on you and actually decide to take care of your sorry ass.

Because if they don't take pity on you then you're basically already dead, saiyans don't really do orphanages or welfare or any of that other stuff, make no mistake they treat each other with slightly more tolerance and respect than they do the races they happily slaughter, they will not help you.

And then there's the lucky ones, either having parents who are both strong enough and care about their children, or your a child born to the middle class or higher, you are probably going to be a bully, beating up anyone weaker than you and stealing their food, there was a lot of that going on most of the time.

Strong kids would usually be snooping around looking for a target any target to beat up and pick on for the hell of it, if it wasn't the strong kids it was the weak adults and more pathetic low class warriors who did it to feel better about themselves by beating up children, happens a lot more than you'd like.

Food, we saiyans eat like crazy and are always hungry for more, more power, more battles and more food, and other things if the individual saiyan finds themself so inclined, though most stick to the main three, battle, power and food.

So, you might be wondering, where do I come into this? Where do I fit in the hierarchy or totem pole of respect and such that the majority of saiyans live by?

Well for that I suppose I should explain my personal circumstances, I have a good mom, easily the best mom on the planet morally, which I'm very thankful for, and a cold and distant father who could be infinitely worse, and is only really like that because he's out there making ends meat for all four soon to be five of us, but a decent guy all together.

And a weakling big brother who fell into the "barley strong enough not to get sent away" category, and yes it took me an outright humiliating and embarrassing amount of time to realize were I'd been reborn, though to be fair I was busy surviving and learning how to fly, still it's humiliating!

My father's name is Bardock and he looks exactly like Goku but with scars, we all have tails and are literally called saiyans!

How did I not immediately put two and two together to make a four star dragonball!?

Ignoring my humiliation, I guess I should expand on that whole brother thing before I go on another massive tangent, Raditz was…

Okay I guess, as far as brothers went, having to hide behind your little sister who's two and a half years younger than you is pretty pathetic though, but at the same time he was part of the very small group of people I could call family and actually trust.

Almost everyone on Vegeta, hell almost all saiyans are completely evil monsters, and speaking of monsters…

Staring into the lifeless terrified eyes of the alien I'd murdered not even a full ten minutes ago, I don't think I have any room to talk on that point anymore, and I'm talking to myself, or have I been talking to this severed head of a guy I murdered?

One of those is probably more messed up than the other, pretty sure it's talking to the dead, it's perfectly normal to talk to yourself right?

The lifeless eyes stared back at me, begging me not to kill… him? her? I didn't even know if they're genders worked the same way as "normal", they looked youngish, like a teenager or very early twenties if they aged like, say humans did.

If I kept staring into their eyes maybe they'd forgive me? stop looking at me like I was a monster?

…. But I was a monster now, wasn't I?

Their eyes were a very pretty purple, the head was lightly speckled with green and blue scales while having some kinda feathers for hair in both yellow and orange colors.

A blast hit me from behind, not even enough to scratch my armor I would assume given it did nothing at all to me, turning around I was met with the sight of another one of them, this one obviously armed and screaming in rage as it fired its weapon, the shot missing as I tilted my head and rocketed towards him at what was practically walking speed for me, but was probably faster than he could track.

Blasting a hole through his chest after appearing behind him and kicking him across the road I'm on for good measure, he drops limply against the stone wall of a house, unmoving, lifeless.

Walking over and moving his head to better face me I get a better look at their face, similar eyes looking between them both, removing the helmet I find similar but shorter feather hair on the older ones head, maybe there related, removing the remains of his weapon I place the severed head in his arms in its stead.

Scanning the area with my scouter I find 5 people in the large building at the end of this road, probably a family, raising my hand and pouring KI into and out of my hand I generate a ball of ki, blasting the house to rubble, 1 still left, sighing I walk to it and unbury the sole soon-to-not-be-survivor.

Pulling out a small bundle that was clutched between a pair of arms, the cries ringing out across the surrounding area, of course it's a baby, I stare up to the sky, of course it's a fucking baby…

Why wouldn't it be a baby I have to murder?

The crying only gets louder as I stare up at the sky, it doesn't bother me in the slightest. I've been a saiyan for four and a half years, if I can't handle a crying infant I'd be long dead by now.

Part of me thinks for a moment, could I let this one live? Could I be merciful for just a moment? Show even the smallest amount of compassion? Maybe I could take the baby and ru-

CRACK!

… the crying stopped, I placed the child back in its mother's arms and walked away, looking at the sky.

By this planet's standards I bet it's a beautiful day out.

I wipe at my eyes, wiping away the tears that always come when I have to do this, but I find none, I look down and stare at my glove, dry.

I blink my eyes a few times, almost trying to force them out, but nothing comes, I drop my hand back to my side, a chuckle wells up at the back of my throat, I try to stop it but a hysterical laugh breaks through my lips.

The sound echoes across the stones of the houses, over the roads and through the shattered windows, I laugh loud and hard to the point my sides hurt and I'm bending over slightly, practically shaking with laughter and only then does a single tear fall from my left eye.

Calming down from that uh, whatever that was, sudden bout of madness? Sure why not, guess I am going coo coo, what's new?

I've done this five times, from when I turned three to now where I'm four and a half I've gone on five missions, one and three were basically the same as this one with the only major difference being my own ability and age combined with inexperience and the fact I was going to commit my first genocide, killing for the first time was hell, and it hadn't gotten any better.

The second mission was definitely the worst, it was my first time transforming into an Oozaru, I couldn't control myself, I didn't have the mercy of not remembering either, I had to watch everything, trapped in my own giant monstrous body as I slaughtered countless people, and easily the worst part, I remembered the taste as the first family went down my throat, how good they tasted, how intoxicating the power was, how addictive it was, how good the power felt.

It was so disgusting, so terrible and repulsive.

But it was so good, felt so good, they were so good…

I remember it all too vividly, how I counted the first five families, and all the way to ten before I lost count, what were a few more dead? A couple more family's to the thousands I'd slaughtered already?

I remember turning back to normal and just being grateful nobody saw me fall to my knees and vomit. I sat there vomiting for some time and eventually made my way back to the regroup point, after I cleaned myself up as well as I could.

Weakness and cowardice were the only sins saiyans had, fitting for a race of biologically wired killers, the tech to "program" kid's with the mission to slaughter the planet they land on not helping in the slightest, in fact worsening the problem, thankfully only used on those sent away for being weak.

And if nothing else I wasn't weak, but I didn't feel very strong. I checked the scauter, searching for anyone else, nothing.

I breathed for a moment, just took a moment to center myself, to focus on the small things, the better things, like moms cooking when I got back, Gina was a great cook.

I floated into the air as easily as breathing and returned to my pod. I was the first one done, because unlike most I didn't play with my food.

Ugh that was terrible, why did I put it like that!?!

I was just thinking about eating people, why would I make that… joke? Did that even count as a joke? It wasn't very funny…

I sighed as I sat down in front of my pod, they'll be back in no time, probably joking about their massacres, I'll just sit here and wait, no problem.


When they finally got back, having finally done their part of the job, we launched back to planet Vegeta, but of course there had to be a problem.

Jala, one of other girls in our squads pod was busted and couldn't be easily repaired, so she would need to double up with someone, the others groaned at it, she wouldn't fit in a bigger pod with one of the adults, she was a bit older like ten or so, and it would be a tight fit for almost everyone.

I was the youngest of the group and more importantly the smallest, she'd probably be able to easily fit in with me, nobody seemed to consider putting her with me though, I was kinda offended in a way, I didn't want to double up but I wasn't going to complain about it!

I simply grabbed the girl and threw her into my pod, ignoring the others as I shuffled in next to her, "let's just get out of here already!" I yelled at everyone, the squad leader laughed and allowed it with a joke that I think might have been lewd, and we finally, finally headed back to planet Vegeta, home sweet home.


The ride home was uneventful, she basically stayed completely silent during the trip, I wasn't going to start a conversation, so we sat in silence.

When we landed back on Vegeta I headed straight home, I was four, they weren't going to expect me to do anything but murder everyone I found, the squad leader was the one who'd be stuck filing a probably half assed report about the mission for probably an hour, sucks for him.

"Gura! Your home early, your brother Raditz should be home soon, I'll get food ready, why don't you get some rest?" Was Gina with a beaming, practically blinding smile compared to how dark and fucked everything else was.

"Can I help you with the food, I'm not tired." I tried to smile, and apparently succeeded since she happily accepted my help, she was the least… "Saiyan" Saiyan there is.

We had just finished the food when Raditz arrived, looking a little scuffed from his mission, or more likely, from the trip from the landing pad area to our house, he was breathing a little raggedly, I wonder who it was this time.

It probably wasn't a member of his squad though how dad managed to get Raditz on the same team as the prince and Grand… vizier? Nappa was anybody's guess, they wouldn't have bothered bullying him other than insulting him, he knew better than to back talk or piss either of them off.

Meh, he probably wouldn't say, he had been putting up more of a tough guy act since I'd come around, hiding behind your sister is humiliating like that I suppose.

He ran a hand through my hair, giving me head pats, "sup runt, how did your mission go?" I swatted his hand away and explained some of it, when I got to the part about the pretty hair feathers he cut me off.

"That's great and all, but it doesn't compare to the greatness of Raditz's latest victory!" he put his fist in the air, then went on to explain the totally not made up battle he'd definitely won on the way home, mom just smiled and shook her head as he went on and on.

"So mom, when's dad going to be back?" I whispered to her, still half paying attention to Raditz's story, he'd be upset if I didn't pay at least a little attention, and he was one of the only people I cared about, even if he was a little gremlin.

"He should be back by Tomorrow morning at the latest, so he'll be here for a family- what did you call it? Dinner? Yeah he'll be here for a family dinner tomorrow!" She said quietly but excitedly, facing Raditz as he continued his story.

"... And then I grabbed him and threw him to the ground with my Raditz bitch toss and…" yep, he's going to be at it for a while as Mom finished laying out the food, he didn't even stop telling the story as he ate, it just went from barely telligible to completely intelligible.

Where did we Saiyan's put it all? Not a damn clue but we could eat and eat and never get full, it was weird, even weirder when you consider that there were fat Saiyan's, so just imagine how much they have to eat to get fat.

The rest of the meal goes by with the only sound being eating and Raditz story, muffled as it is, it was entertaining if I focused on the hilarious image of him actually winning a fight against anybody, plus he was good at being funny.

When that was all finished Mom and Raditz went to do their own thing, I walked over to the large green tube in our house, placing a hand on the glass, and stared at Kakarot, the child who would go on to become Goku the hero of the universe and the light In the darkness, the first Super Saiyan and so much more, he was destined to be so much more than the rest of us.

My little brother would grow up to become a hero and so much more.

I went to my room and flopped on my bed, just hoping I wouldn't have another nightmare. I'd been awake for at least three days straight and wanted to sleep.

Waking up the next day was fine, I didn't have anything to do, my next mission wouldn't be for a while so I guess I can wait for Bardock at the landing pad.

Sitting there and waiting for him, seeing his pod coming in, I walked over and stood in front of it as he landed and his pod cracked open.

Bardock, father of Goku, stood before me, tall and strong, scared from countless battles and what probably counted as a few wars, my father.

"Gura, good to see you well, how did your mission go?" He crossed his arms and looked at me.

"It went well, the only problem was one of the pods breaking down and I had to double up on the way back." He snorted and nodded his head, the rest of his team were getting out and standing together watching.

"Well once I'm done finishing my report of our mission I'll be home for food, so why don't you head home, wouldn't want to bore you with all that, and gotta find another mission to take for tomorrow." He headed back to his squad and was probably teased by them for his family life.

Walking back I ran into Raditz, getting jumped by a few of the other kids, kicking one into another and punching the last one in the face, sending them sprawling, when they got up they looked like they wanted to fight, which quickly turned to fear as they ran away, a two on three fight apparently to much for them.

Picking a panting Raditz up by his arm and dusting him off and dragging him home, complaining the whole way, "I can walk myself you know!" I ignored him.

When dad got home there was a bit of a full family reunion, where we all placed our hands on Kakarot's tube, then we all ate, nothing fancy but it was good, I was happy.

"...The next planet me and my team are set to conquer is named "Kanassa", home to a bunch of supposedly future seeing fish like people, might actually be a challenge." He dropped almost out of nowhere, to me at least, I had to hold back from cringing at the name of the planet alone, everyone else seemed to not notice.

When we were done with dinner, mom and dad went to their room to do grownup things, I sit and stare at Goku's tube, before I get up head to bed and lay down in bed closing my eyes.

The next few days practically fly by, I'd always known this day was coming, when Freeza or Frieza or however you say his stupid name would blow us all to hell, planet shit outta luck indeed.

Over those days I planned, but most of that boiled down to praying Bardock and Gina did what they usually do and send us away to earth, if we didn't get sent to earth though, we were kinda screwed, other than that I trained and did my best to act like nothing was up.

He left, and then Raditz left, my team wasn't like theirs, not team's of warriors who could put Frieza's elite to shame with how fast they conquered planet's and took missions, mine was made up of weaker adults and children, not prodigies and super murderers, nor badasses and pillage hungry murder machines.

So I wouldn't have a mission for quite a while, and with word of Frieza's latest order, for all saiyans to return to planet Vegeta I'm pretty sure that was my last mission.

When dad arrived he was alone, that was bad enough along with the new blood red bandana around his forehead and his brink of death state, he recovered quickly in only a few hours, with me and Gina sitting and waiting for him to recover from Dodorias beating.

When he exited he looked half mad, grabbing his and my pods and taking us to collect Kakarot from his tube, he then had I fly to the other side of the planet near the tribal ruins of the old saiyan villages before we conquered the planet from the Tuffles, its honesty surprising we didn't kill all of the Tuffles, but adding them to the gene pool was possible a worse fate depending on method used…

Anyway, things were going pretty quickly and he kept stopping to grab his head in pain, so he probably had the future sight now from that Kanassan guy, but now here we were, with him handing me Kakarot and putting me in his pod.

"Promise me you'll look after your little brother Gura, promise me you'll protect him, and promise me you'll avenge us, I know this is a lot to ask of you, but I have to." He looked desperate and pained, but determined and with his course set.

"I promise, father, mother, I promise to protect him, no matter what!" Gina looked ready to break as Bardock smiled a small almost brittle smile and punched in the last coordinates, telling me to suppress my power as much as I possibly could, which I did, more goodbyes and fair wells were exchanged as they finally stepped back as the pod hummed to life and slowly lifted to be launched towards what I presumed was earth.

Gina ran after us with tears in her eyes as we rocketed off, Kakarot crying and reaching out for them, not that I could blame him since I was doing the same thing, a few tears fell which were quickly wiped away as I leaned back in the seat, staring at the planet disappearing for what was almost certainly the last time.

I pulled Kakarot, Goku close to my chest as I stared at our home, I watched as frieza was confronted by my father and the futile resistance he put up, though I might have imagined that part since I was probably to far away by then to actually see the clash.

And as Kakarot's cry's turned to sniffles and finally to snoring in my arms, I rapped my tail around him and slowly closed my eyes, letting sleep claim me, to a different kind of nightmare, though thankfully this one was fake.


Author note, two things, I apologize I might have gone a bit heavy on the dark stuff and I kinda regret going that far with it.

And Gura's hair, the way I will explain it is longer Gina hair, much shorter Raditz like a third as long and a slightly shorter Bardock/Goku hai, all rolled up into one, basically a spiky mess that unlike Raditz is also in front of his face as well.

Other than that I hope you enjoyed this first chapter, expect future chapters to be shorter, and this will be posted on both Questionable questing and Spacebattle, Or QQ and SB. Again I hope you enjoyed my longest work yet!

 

[Alpha_ræd]

A bit scuffed in grammar but an all-round decent intro to a story

 

[Kolarthecool]

Hope this timeskips right to the Saiyan Saga, or at least sets a blistering pace. We dont really need a rehash of Dragonball except with Goku and his older Sister having a far easier time than canon Goku already did. Nothing in Dragonball should even be a challenge for her, let alone a Goku with a suitable sparring partner.

At best it would be the MC going 'I let canon play out just so I could take advantage of this particular training, or learn this certain ability, or make this wish on the Dragon, etc'.