---Earth year 790, early july, somewhere around the galaxy...
 

The ship sails fast across the stars, shooting towards a most unlikely destination.

Earth.

Nobody ever goes to Earth. The planet is a far deviation from the common trading route, and with reason. It's still a fairly backward and primitive land, and its inhabitants haven't yet ventured beyond Mars.

Once again impatient passengers complain. A stop on Earth is a tremendous waste of time, and some of these merchants have pressing matters to settle in other places. But the captain ignores their most earnest requests and outraged insults, having received express orders from his Highness of the Karougi to satisfy his guest of honor's every whim and demand.

Well, as guest of honor, I also have pressing matters to attend to, and I want to go to Earth. I only should have made a better use of my privileges. For one thing, I should have gotten my own space pod. Then again I left in such a hurry and without thinking that I forgot all about practicality and privacy, and boarded on the first ship available. My mistake.

It's during those times that I wish I'd mastered the art of teleportation. I can easily manage with short distances, but the best I've done so far on an intergalactical scale was to land on the wrong planet.

Better not risk it this time.

But I thank the Karougi for their remarkable technological advance. If everything goes as planned, I'll be back on Earth in less than two days.

A less known fact about me is that I also happen to be Nashr'tali, and that I saw my first day on a blue planet otherwise known as Earth, a little over a thousand years ago. Long, silvery white hair and matching pupilless eyes, never to wither and grow old, and so it seems, never to die : to a knowing eye, my heritage is unmistakable.

But it isn't often that one crosses the Caste's path and lives to tell about it. The majority of the people I meet is happily unaware of my kind's existence. Most like, or at least are intrigued by the way I look. To humanoids, I'm a quaint, yet pretty child who possesses wisdom and knowledge far beyond her apparent years. Having lived through eons certainly helps building a solid legendary status, and I can't say I'm not enjoying my fame.

It's quite amusing to be the center of so much attention. Powerful kings and leaders are willing to disburse obscene amounts of money in order to get me to perform at their banquet table. They find me so very entertaining. Singer, dancer, magician extraordinaire, storyteller, I'm all that. Scheherazade's one thousand and one nights pale in comparison next to what I've gathered after centuries of roaming the universe.

Yet... I find no joy, no real comfort in my experiences. Mine isn't so much of a formidable achievement, when one has lived long enough to travel far and wide, see empires rise and civilizations crumble to dust. To be quite honest, the only time when I truly felt alive lies in the first years of my existence, inhumed along with vivid memories of long gone happiness.

I'd imagined I could drown my sorrows in travel, but such memories grab hold of you with a vice like grip and do not let go. They haunt you, tear away at you until you muster the courage to face them. And from the moment these two names came to my attention, invading my every waking thought, I knew there was still hope.

Vejita.

Kakarotto.

Royalty and the lowly third class soldier. Where have I heard that one before? A thousand years down the road, a slightly different appearance, but the names are the same. Reincarnation can work such miraculous coincidences sometimes.

I followed their progress from afar, with a near religious devotion. It's been fifty three years, since the Saiyajin infant named Kakarotto was sent to Earth from Vejitasei, in order to conquer and submit it. Twenty eight years since a proud Saiyajin Prince landed on its soil, with the firm intention of destroying it. Neither ever fulfilled their prime mission. Both rallied to the Mother Chikyuu's cause, protected it, sometimes at the cost of their own lives. Ever since then they've lived in peace, and more than once I was tempted to visit them, if only to catch a glimpse of them.

I never dared.

But now that the Caste has decided to re-enter the stage, I'm bound to return as well. Back to this Earth where it all began. Where it's about to happen all over again, and once more end in tragedy...unless of course, we find a way to prevent it.
 
My kind once destroyed all that I ever held close to my heart, but this time around I won't just stand there and let them do it again.

Today I'm coming home.

I will get through to Vejita and Kakarotto.

I will make them remember, and accept the truth.
 

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