The stars above Earth sparkled silently as a meteor-like pod streaked through the night sky. Unknown to the world below, this wasn't a rock from space—it was a child, a warrior born of the Saiyan race. At the same time that Goku’s pod crashed in the mountains, another pod landed deep in a serene forest, far from civilization.
From within the pod emerged a small girl with wild, midnight-black hair, large round eyes filled with wonder, and a tail wrapped snugly around her waist. Her name was Aera.
Unlike most Saiyan warriors, Aera was born with a rare purity. She had no ill intent, no bloodlust—only an uncontrollable passion for fighting strong opponents and becoming the best. Her charm was effortless, her beauty natural, her personality... adorably clueless