Not An Exact Copy [Gohan x OC]

Nachi growled threateningly towards the green haired alien as he tried to approach the angered Saiyaness with what looked like some questionable lump of food and clear liquid.

"Relax, girl," the man drawled as he set the items on the ground in her holding cell. "King Shuiro instructed us not to cause you harm, no matter how much we want to."

She only glared at him and said nothing.

She felt humiliated, for being locked up by some weakling. Apparently, their race were specialized in neutralizing ki and making it almost impossible to use. Which meant these damn aliens relied on their ray guns and physical strength. It was almost too easy to beat!

But no, here she was, captured and kneeling with her ankles, wrists behind her back, and neck in a chain. It was almost as if Frieza had her imprisoned.

This was ridiculous, and the green-skinned bastard still standing in her cell wasn't making things better.

"What the hell do you want?" She sneered.

The man chuckled and circled her kneeling form leisurely. "Just wanted to see what the king saw in you... I can see you took after your mother in looks." He smirked.

Nachi's heart almost stopped, but then she growled and thrashed against the chains. "How the hell do you know my mother?! Who the fuck are you?! I am tired of asking questions and not getting any answers back!" She struggled even more against the chains, but without her ki, she had to rely on her personal strength. She swore she heard a crack on the wall where the chain was held, but she didn't pay it mind.

She will find out how these three knew her mother.

The green-skinned alien sighed. "So troublesome.... I suppose I can share the details on how we ran into your mother..." He sighed again. "As for who we are, I am Midori. The yellow buffoon is Kiiro, and our king would be Shuiro. You see, we are the last remaining aliens of our race, the Draons. Because of our abilities and technology to restrain ki from another being, Cooler sought out our people to help him with his soldiers, but we refused. So, he took it upon himself to send one of his soldiers to obliterate our race and sell our planet off." Midori's cruel smirk appeared on his expression. "That's where your mother steps in."

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Flashback

Papri sighed, annoyed that she was sent out once more. It was the third time in a row and she spent countless nights running on little sleep, little food and she almost wanted to kill Cooler for sending her out again.

However, she had enough sense not to try anything enough. After all, she was only a low class Saiyan. No way in hell was she risking her life. She would rather die peacefully and not by some gigantic lizard with a helmet as a head.

She slightly opened her eyes as her pod announced that they would be landing on Planet Tikara soon. She sat more straight in her small space, bracing herself for the landing.

That was always the worst part of landing. The turbulence and the bumping and crashing... She really needed some sleep.

She grunted as she felt her pod crash at a faster pace before landing firmly into the ground, causing her to jolt around a bit from the impact.

As her pod tells her she was safe enough to exit, she sighed and adjusted her scouter on her on the left side of her face. She stepped out of the pod as the door lifted open with a hiss. She stretched her body, cracking her arms, torso and neck and moaned in relief from the pressure being lifted.

After stretching, she took in her surroundings. The planet was very red and brown, with nothing but dirt and rocks. It almost looked abandoned, but as soon as she pressed the button to her scouter, the device immediately picked up on the life on the planet. To the north was where the civilians lived. She only guessed based from their low power levels.