Dragon Ball Savior the Novel

C4: Rebel

Juko's exile was a scar that ripped through Yaki Kairou's very soul. The weight of it crashed down on her shoulders, suffocating her in waves of rage, betrayal, and desperation. Her own flesh and blood, her son, had been torn from her arms and cast into the void, labeled as weak, unworthy by the very government she had fought for.

The moment was seared into her mind. The sight of Juko, swaddled in cloth, his tiny face void of understanding, as the guards ripped him away without mercy. King Ragus stood over them, his cold decree echoing through the halls of the capital. The Exile Protocol—a law that saw Juko as nothing more than a defect, a statistic in Ragus' plan to create a perfect Saiyan race. Yaki screamed, lunged for her son, only to be struck down by the Aborian military forces. The betrayal she felt was not just personal—it was institutional. The very race she had bled for had turned on her.

Then came the chains. Imprisonment. Her freedom, like her son, was stripped away, and she was caged like an animal. But not for long.

Aborian Prison—The Infernal Stalactite

The prison built into the stalactite formations of Abora was notorious for its ironclad defenses and inescapable walls. It was a cold, brutal structure, designed to break even the strongest Saiyan spirits. Yaki, however, sat in her cell with a fire burning hotter than any restraint.

She stared at the cold, stone walls, fists clenched. She had endured enough wars to know that there was always a way out. It was only a matter of time. She would escape. And when she did, she would burn Abora to the ground if it meant reclaiming her son.

But she wouldn't have to do it alone.

Edai's Plan

Outside the prison, Yaki's best friend, Edai, moved with the subtlety of a predator. A grin played on her lips as she made her way through the shadowed underbelly of the Aborian city. There was nothing Edai enjoyed more than chaos, and this mission? This was going to be one for the history books.

Edai was a madwoman, some said. Her wild eyes, the laughter that bubbled up in the middle of combat, the sheer recklessness she displayed—it all pointed to a Saiyan who had long since abandoned the idea of normalcy. But beneath the veneer of insanity was a sharp, calculating mind. She had served alongside Yaki for years, and if there was one thing Edai was loyal to, it was her friend. No one touched Yaki Kairou without dealing with Edai first.

Her three-step plan was simple in theory, but the execution? Well, that was where things got fun. She had already scouted the prison's security layout, identified weak points, and, of course, gathered intel on the guards she'd need to obliterate on her way in. But the best part? She'd be doing it with style.

Step One: Break in.
Edai moved like a phantom, dodging the security sensors as she infiltrated the prison's lower levels. A couple of guards stood in her way, but they were hardly worth the effort. With a flick of her wrist, she powered up into Super Saiyan, her golden aura flaring to life. In one swift motion, she knocked them out cold, a wicked grin plastered on her face.

Step Two: Cause a distraction.
Edai loved distractions. She found the generator room and planted a series of makeshift explosives she'd crafted. "This should do it," she muttered to herself. She wasn't looking for subtlety here—chaos was her weapon. With a push of a button, the entire prison shook violently as the explosions rocked the foundations.

Step Three: Free Yaki.
Yaki's cell door blasted open as the tremors from the explosions rippled through the facility. Dust and smoke filled the corridor as Yaki stepped out, her body radiating raw power. The rage she had bottled up since Juko's exile surged through her, and her energy flared to life. Super Saiyan God—her preferred form—took over, her crimson aura glowing fiercely.