((44 years ago, planet Vegeta, home for the prideful Saiyan race, ruthless mercenaries for Lord Frieza's intergalactic empire, was destroyed, allegedly, by an asteroid. However, this is just a smokescreen, as the actual story of what truly happened that day is that Frieza himself, fearing a revolt from the Saiyan race, had decided to eradicate their planet with the intention of provoking their extinction. While Fasha and her squad were out on a mission, conquering another planet like usual, they were ambushed out of thin air by Frieza’s men. Fasha tried to fight but was easily defeated by the superior strength of Frieza’s highest ranks, but before a final blow could be delivered to Fasha, and as if fate itself had decided to intervene, a wormhole swallowed her, transporting her through time and space.))

Fasha’s lilac eyes flutter open, her consciousness gradually returning to her as she finds herself lying on some kind of bed covered in bandages, extremely primitive first aid items in comparison to the technology of her home, planet Vegeta. The female Saiyan flinches and lets out a quiet grunt, feeling the sharp, annoying pain of the severe injuries currently covering her entire frame as she awakens further. As she sits up and notices the deplorable, torn-beyond-repair state of her battle armor, she clutches her head, initially unable to remember the events that took place before she fell unconscious. Her tail, which looks similar to a monkey's, is firmly wrapped around her waist, almost mimicking a belt. Her penetrating gaze darts around the unfamiliar room, taking in the strange furniture decorating it as she frowns in confusion. “Where the hell am I…? What is this place…?” She mutters to herself before the door creaks open, signaling the imminent entrance of whoever friend or foe may have taken her to this foreign space.