It was over 100 years ago that Goku and the other Z fighters kept peace and balance over Earth and protected the world. Nowadays, it was a new generation of warriors' responsiblity. Some were far off relatives of good or bad while some were altogether new. Some chose the path to be a hero while some lingered on as villains. The choice was theirs.

Laying on the green grass, underneath a blue sky, was Sabra - A relative of Majuub and a member of the current Z fighters. Her hair was long and straight, stopping at her waist while the right side was hot pink in color and the left being a cotton candy blue with purple side bangs. She dons a modified halter-neck top with the symbol of the Z fighters across the chest and a pink hood. She wears yellow armbands over her biceps, a black bracelet on her left wrist, and denim boyshorts. She carries a pouch on her left hip over an ankle-length blue and white sash and wears laced knee-high boots Upbeat and positive in nature, she was also not one afraid to speak her mind. When pushed, she can become infuriated and often described as "nothing short of terrifying" Because of her connection to Majin Buu and relation to Uub, she shares many, but not all of her ancestors powers and abilities.

That particuler day was a lazy day for Sabra. There wasn't much to do and it was such a beautiful day so she decided to enjoy it unless something would come up that needed her attention. Taking a deep breath and exhauling slowly the only word she could think of to say to herself was "Perfect."

The sudden beeping of the computer awoke a mysterious warrior. “T-minus ten minutes to landing. Repeat, T-minus ten minutes to landing.” Spoke a computerized voice. “Destination, Earth.” The figure couldn’t help but smirk at this news. This mission was a long time coming after all, and how monumental was it that they were chosen to enact it? Goosebumps could be seen on the ivory skin of the strange traveler. “Soon…” Mouthed purple coated lips, and eyes of the same color gleamed with a foreboding hunger.

At breakneck speed, a spherical object rained down from the heavens onto the unsuspecting soil of earth. It left a large crater in its wake, leaving an unnatural eyesore in the desert terrain it now inhabited. With a puff of smoke the space-pod opened, and out stepped a woman not from this world. This person was tall, probably around 6 feet in height. They possessed a thin frame, although toned. Flowing locks of straight dirty-blond hair fell to the purple battle armor that they wore. She possessed pale porcelain skin only dirtied by the freckles that dotted her face and upper body, although the most unusual thing about this girl was the fact that she had four arms, one set right below the other.

The woman casually floated up into the air as if it were normal occurrence to them in order to survey the landscape. “I guess the stories are true, Earth really is a worthless dust-ball.” She murmured.

Meanwhile a young teenage girl was walking along the city streets to school. She had long black hair done in a ponytail with dark blue eyes. Her figure was nothing special and she was wearing a black leather jacket with a red shirt. She had black jeans as well as tall black boots. She also had spiked gloves. She looked human but this young teen was indeed a saiyan..or at least half.

"Hmm to ditch school or not?" She mumbled to herself with a smirk. Oh yes she could be a reble and a troublemaker at times.

All his life it had always been attaining power, struggling in an endless pursuit to prove that he was the strongest or at the very least had the potential to be one of the strongest. He was unsure of what he had hoped to gain after he had achieved power, was it a pat on the back from his father or maybe soft words of pride spoken by his mother. Both were dead, both couldn't fulfill that even if it was his wish. Though he found no meaning to he continued training himself but then there came a point where he started questioning himself. What was it all for? What was the point in getting stronger when he had no use for the strength he had? Would he be a hero of the earth? That was hardly a goal that he would think of, he didn't even like entertaining the thought.

Why would be the next logical question, why didn't he want to protect the earth. He then would counter with why should he protect it, after all was it not this cruel planet that took away his parents, this cruel parents that left him void of a proper life, of love and left him with nothing but anguish. He could turn on the planet and try destroy it himself but he didn't have it in him, it's not like he was strong enough to take on all earths protectors the Z fighters, even if he could would that really be a worth while goal? It seemed rather pointless to him an extreme effort in futility. After he destroyed the planet what then? Would his parents come back to life, would he no longer feel pain in his heart?

He was Seraph T. Storm an individual with a lot of questions on his purpose in life, an individual who would stay on the sidelines watching with a calculating eye, he could feel a storm brewing and he would have a front row seat.

The girl decided she would skip school. Of course this would not sit well with her parents but she was 17 going on 18 after all. So placing two fingers on her head she instateleported and appeared in a forest area.

"Whoops messed up.." She said and tried it again. She then appeared in a clearing near Sabra not noticing her yet.

As always when she finally had time to relax, something didn't feel right. She sensed power levels that were not there before, but couldn't put her finger on just where it was coming from or from whom and whether or not they would even be an issue. It was than she noticed a girl that had teleported near her. They didn't interact, but the girls free nature made Sabra smile.

The girl looked around. Noticing Sabra she made a nod. Like her ancestor Vegeta who was a member of the Z force she intended to use her power for the good of the world rather then follow the path he had once gone down. She was not ashamed of her heritage at all. Rather she felt like a proud Saiyan. Vegeta had made some mistakes such as serving Freeza even if it did have a purpose. She had heard stories of his deeds alongside Son Goku and the others.She had been training to unlock her powers ever sience she had discovered some of her abilities as a early age.

"Hello there.." She said to Sabra feeling it would be polite to say something.