In the heart of Planet Vegeta, two individuals made a decision that would change their lives—and the fate of their bloodline—forever.
They were both Saiyans. His name was Ishtar. Hers, Syrian. Unlike the rest of their race, they despised King Vegeta's ruthless campaign of planetary conquest. They saw no honor in destruction. And that made them traitors.
Breaking the forbidden law—betrayal of the royal bloodline—meant only one thing: death.
But they were ready to risk everything.
Syrian:
"Ishtar… let's get out of this cruel empire. I know a place—far from here—where we can escape."
Ishtar glanced at her stomach, worry crossing his face.
"Are you sure, Syrian? You're pregnant. Can you handle the travel?"
Syrian placed her hand over his.
"I'm fine. What worries me more is what the King will do once he finds out. Please… let's leave before it's too late."
Ishtar nodded.
"I'll search for a safe planet—one with a low power level. We'll leave tonight."
That night, under the red glow of the twin moons, they met in a barren wasteland just outside the city. Ishtar had hidden a small space pod—an old model, off the grid. But it wouldn't stay hidden for long. Saiyan scouts could detect power levels, and time was running out.
Ishtar studied the radar panel.
"They've planted a beacon nearby. If they scan us, we're finished. I'll destroy it."
Syrian stepped forward.
"Let me help—"
Ishtar raised a hand.
"No. I can handle it."
Within minutes, the beacon was gone. But a new challenge arose: how to mask their power levels during flight. Ishtar had prepared a plan.
He handed Syrian a small pill.
"Take this. It'll put you to sleep and suppress your ki. It's the only way we won't be tracked."
She hesitated, then nodded.
"Be careful…"
Once Syrian was unconscious and safely loaded into the ship, Ishtar forged a cover mission, broadcasting to the Saiyan military that he was heading out for conquest. It worked.
They escaped.
Seven Days Later – Planet Limina
Their pod touched down on Planet Limina, a quiet world with minimal lifeforms and no detectable ki signatures.
Ishtar stared into the sky.
"They'll come looking. I have to go back… if they suspect we fled, they'll destroy everyone connected to us."
Syrian tried to stop him, but she was still weak. Ishtar handed her water… and another pill.
She drank.
Unconscious again.
He kissed her forehead.
"I'll be back. I promise."
The next morning, Syrian awoke alone, her heart pounding with fear.
"Ishtar… where are you?"
To be continued…