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The upper atmosphere of Earth did not welcome the ancient metal of the stasis pod. ​Thirty years drifting in dead space had drained its retro-thrusters to empty shells. The reentry trajectory was sheer, brutal chaos—a streak of fire cutting across the sapphire sky of the Northern Hemisphere, screaming like a dying star. Inside the cramped capsule, the emergency systems shrieked, red warning lights flashing across Their face as the heat shields began to peel away in molten ribbons. ​Far below, in the rocky desert badlands a few hundred miles north of West City, the air cracked with thunder. ​Vegeta stood atop a jagged red plateau, his arms crossed over the white chest plate of his armor. He was in the middle of a solitary training regimen, pushing his gravity thresholds, when the disturbance hit his senses. It wasn’t the blunt, mechanical roar of a falling satellite. It was the frantic, flickering pulse of an unmistakable lifeform—a ki signature that made the hair on the back of his neck stand straight up. He didn’t move at first. His dark eyes narrowed as the fiery streak tore through the cloud layer directly overhead. Then the capsule disintegrated. ​Three thousand feet up, the heat-stressed hatch blew outward with a concussive boom. A silhouette tumbled free of the wreckage, trailing wisps of smoke and fractured starlight. Vegeta’s boots dug into the stone. His eyes snapped wide as the falling figure plummeted through the thin desert air. It wasn't just any warrior. Wrapped tight against her waist was a silver-golden tail, its fur shimmering iridescently under the midday sun. And radiating off her battered,tumbling form was an energy so distinct, so impossibly familiar, it shattered thirty years of hardened pride in an instant. ​The Prince didn't think. The ground beneath his feet detonated into chalky dust as he launched upward,a brilliant white contrail ripping through the sky. She's half-conscious, reached out blindly with her hands,Vegeta gets her out safely.