All was still during yet another peaceful day on earth. The day was a beautifully sunny day, people and their beast-variant kind side by side flocked to beaches and lakes to cool off, show off and generally have a joyous time. Those who did work did so quickly and happily know that the day ahead of them was one of relaxation. Things had been peaceful and fun after the battle with Buu, and everyone peacefully unaware left them just as happy as ever. Unfortunately, the stillness of the earth's tranquility was put to a halt as a sudden burst of pure energy emerged, large enough for those with the ability to sense ki to feel, but know where near the power of so many people for. Emerging from the sky was a Saiyan pod, one larger than most. It was decently beaten and struggling to slow as it crashed hard into a small island in an Archipelago. Kame house happened to be nearby. To most, the occurrence was strange but would go unnoticed. It was surely nothing to be worried of and was landing nowhere near the area of inhabitance. To a normal human, it would take days to return to human civilization. It left the rest of the world to return to its things, the people to the beach, the workers to the work, and others to their own things.

The pod stayed Idol in the middle of the sand it landed in, which had since become glass from the heat of the impact. Suddenly and loud clank caused the hatch to burst off and fly into the shore, to be drawn back into the ocean slowly, floating on the top of the water. Emerging was a young lady, toned and strong yet small in stature. She gasped for air, struggling to escape and slowly stood. Though clearly injured based on the bruises and scuff marks she had along her body, her armor was intact and there were no large wounds that seemed to really be making much of a problem for her. Over time she returned to being able to function normally. Over the woman's body was primitive Saiyan armor, similar to bardocks it has two thigh guards on the side, one shoulder guard that cups inward in a curve to cover her shoulder completely, and the standard breastplate. The color pattern is a very dark blue for the base of the armor, which gray covering the shoulder pads and thigh guards. The outline is white. Under all of this is a leotard of a similar blue color, which connected to a singular skin tight pant leg. Over her knees and shoulders, she wore pads made of the same material as the shoulder blades. At her slim waist, she had a furry tail that wrapped around tightly. Looking back to the pod, it was covered in blood, other broken armor that suggested others were there before. Attempting to regain her stamina she placed on her head an old scouter with a purple lens. She decided to fly up and off in hopes of finding an inhabitant.

Krillin sat on top of a large flat rock in deep meditation. Well, sort of. He was supposed to be mind training, a technique that circulates your ki more by mentally simulating an actual fight in your head. It turns out that boredom was the true adversary Krillin was in a battle against, and judging by the sound of his snores, he was clearly losing. It couldn't be helped. The calming ocean waves and the gentle breezes combing through the archipelago foliage were so soothing. Laying out in the sun on this private island felt more like a vacation than a training camp. It wasn't like the old days back on The Lookout, sparring with the Z Fighters in preparation for Nappa and Vegeta, or skipping around the valley holding crates full of milk with young Goku. Even the occasional fight (both physical and verbal) with his wife, Lazuli, managed to expand his horizons as a martial artist. Out here, the only thing posing a threat are the carnivorous wildlife, but those predators are nothing compared to the beings Krillin fought in the past.

Before he dozed off, he contemplated on Master Roshi's instruction to train here. Why all the way out in the middle of nowhere, alone? No one to train with. No one to learn from. Just little old me out in the wilderness like Tarzan. Indeed, Krillin had grown the look of a wild man. The shaved face and head of the Orlin monk was now covered in hair. The orange turtle school uniform he famously wears was replaced with a rugged sleeveless blue shirt, brown slacks, and boots. The wardrobe was entirely his choice. A call for something different, perhaps to match with this unorthodox journey he was embarking on; one of many paths leading toward his ultimate quest for becoming a powerful martial artist.

A loud crashing sound woke him from his meditation slumber. Krillin looked around then jumped high into the air to survey the landscape. The wildlife was up in a panic from the crash as well, evidenced by the flock of birds scattering in a frenzy. Then out of nowhere Krillin sensed a high concentration of energy, the highest he's ever felt on this archipelago.

"I wonder what that could be...!" Just as Krillin said that, he felt a shift. Whoever or whatever it was, it was now heading towards him! Rather than staying exposed out in the open, he floated back down into the brush and awaited the approaching being, locked in his fighting stance.

Only moments later the Saiyan woman landed, looking around slowly in a panning motion in hopes of finding someone or something. Her tan skin shone in the sun as she stayed in place, her short stature contrasted by her curvaceous body that was all the more visible through her tight armor and lack of real clothing. Finding nothing nearly as powerful as she had sensed before, she let out an almost irritated eye and took off her scouter to reveal her face a bit better. Her eye was wide and black, the other closed due to a huge scar across it. She had various others over her body, in particular on her arms and neck. She hair was long and unkempt, she truly was a Saiyan. Bending down she pulled pieces of grass, sniffed them and placed a swab in her mouth. She chewed for a while before spitting it out. From all signs she knew, a creature was here. The matted grass, the distinct taste of foreign particles and the like. She scuffed as she looked around.

"Whatever you are, show yourself and let me have my fun, or run off and leave me to my mission" She finally huffed after looking around her for a decent amount of time. With that, she pulled from between her breast a strange robotic sphere. From there she stuck it into the ground, causing it to beep and spin in different parts for a moment before the top of it popped up. She clicked in back down with her boot covered foot, as it started to work again and again. With that, she began to move towards him, sniffing again.
"Come on, I'm sure you'll get out alive, just missing an arm...or two" She continued with a smirk, revealing white teeth.

No way, is that a...Saiyan? Krillin frowned. She definitely looked the part, or could very well be an old guard from Frieza's long lost army. Maybe she was one of Master Roshi's ploys; a Pichi Pichi girl as the old man called them, to distract Krillin from his training. Whoever she was, she wasn't looking to make friends.

He did well to conceal the strength of his ki and would continue doing so until he knew what he was dealing with. The woman was spinning around like a lost dog sniffing for his energy signature. There were many strategies that presented itself to him, but Krillin did not want to mount an offensive without knowing this person's true intentions. When she circled away, back turned to him, Krillin slowly flew up into the air.

"And you might be?" Krillin grinned through his beard, arms crossed.

Turning towards him the girl squinted, pressing her scouter to check his powerlevel again. Here was the most powerful power she had seen, significantly more powerful than her own yet he was so small and mangy, like a primitive bipedal monkey that was just forming sentences yet she understood his words. Pulling up her left hand she revealed that the skin there was fake, and it opened up to a panel which she typed away at as she saw him before placing it back into position and giving him a smile, her teeth sharp like a carnivore, a lone hunting beast.
"'pends on who's askin' You important around here or should I just start swinging? To some, I may just be a goon to some private planet trader, to others I'm a genocidal monster. Which will you be?" She asked, already starting to limber up as if it seemed his answer was not going to sway her actions. Her power was very slowly rising, her tail swaying around every now and then like a cat ready to pounce.

Krillin observed her tail, confirming his earlier suspicions. "Never met a female Saiyan before. Look lady, the last bunch of Saiyans that tried making a mess of things on this planet got beat up nice and good. Unless you're here for some family reunion with Vegeta and Goku, I suggest you hop back onto your floating egg and fly back to whatever swamp ball you came from." His arms were still crossed but his eyes were wide open, waiting in anticipation for her next move.

"S-swamp ball!" She roared loudly in anger, stomping her foot hard on the ground causing cracks and a shallow indentation in the soft and rich soil. She was writhing in anger, her teeth bared, her fist clenched and her body jittering. She raised a fist in spite, waving it every which way to show she was openly aggravated and attempting to intimidate him. Her tail has puffed out and spiked. She had also taken him talking about a reunion as a threat to reunite them in heaven. She had heard the name Goku in her research but glanced over it for the most part.
"I am the perfect saiyan, I was not made on- on some measly swamp! I was carefully modified since in the womb on the best facilities known to the universe! I was thrown with every other potential warrior even remotely worthy of my status and single-handedly defeated them, I am trained in every martial art known to the intergalactic trade alliance! How dare you refer to my home as a 'swamp ball'!" unleashed with rage she rushed towards him.
"I was hoping to toy with you longer but I am going to destroy you!" she shouted, her fist raised and her her other blocking her chest and stomach, she was completely ready to deliver her punch to his throat, and if he made no attempt to escape or did so too slowly, she would hit him with all of her might.