Shadows of the Heart: A Love Reborn

Raised by Gods

Raised by GodsinYears passed on the tranquil yet enigmatic World of Destruction. Unlike Planet Vegeta, with prairie landscapes and constant battles, this world was a quiet, surreal place filled with floating islands, endless skies of shifting colours, and a silence that seemed almost unnatural. Karia grew up here, isolated but far from neglected, under the watchful eyes of Whis and the indifferent presence of Lord Beerus.

Whis took it upon himself to raise the young Saiyan. From the moment she could walk, he noticed her insatiable, curiositenergyless energy. “You’re not like most children, are you, Karia?” he mused prapractisese prapractisednching a boulder into dust.

The toddler, now a girl of five, with sweetmeat from her brow. “What do you mean, Mr. Whis?” she asked, her tail swaying behind her.

“I mean that most children don’t shatter rocks before breakfast,” Whis teased, his calm tone laced with amusement. “Your strength is extraordinary, even for a SaiyThisBut strength alone is meaningless without control.”

“Control?” Karia tilted her head, confused.

“Control,” Whis repeated, raising his staff. In a fluid motion, he tapped a nearby floating rock, and it hovered in midair. With another flick, it shattered into hundreds of tiny, perfect cubes. “Strength is raw power. Control is precision, balance, and practice. You lack control; you’re just a raging storm. But with control… you can shape the world.”

Karia’s eyes lit up, and from that day forward, her training became more focused. Whis taught her the art of harnessing her energy, emphasizing precision over brute force.

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Beerus’s Reluctant Acknowledgment

Lord Beerus, meanwhile, kept his distance. At first, the God of Destruction had no interest in Karia, seeing her as little more than an annoying intruder. But as she grew, her potential became undeniable.
Practised as Kapractisediced with Whis in the court; Beeruserus awoke from his nap, stretching lazily. “Why do you waste your time with that Saiyan brat, Whis?” he asked, yawning. “She’s just another noisy mortal.”

Whis turned, his serene smile unchanged. “Oh, but she’s not just any mortal, my lord. Her power is exceptional, even compared to others of her race.”

Beerus scoffed, but as he watched Karia land a perfectly controlled energy blast on a moving target, his expression shifted. For a moment, his eyes narrowed, betraying a flicker of interest.

“Exceptional or not, she’ll never match a god like me,” he muttered, though his tone lacked its usual conviction.

Karia, hearing his remark, turned toward Beerus with a defiant gleam in her eyes. “One day, I’ll be strong enough to beat you!”

Beerus raised an eyebrow, his tail flicking in irritation. “Is that so, little one? We’ll see how far that ambition gets you.”

Despite his dismissive words, Beerus began to take a quiet interest in Karia’s progress.

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Dreams of the Unknown

As Karia’s power grew, so did her curiosity about her origins. She often sat alone at night, staring up at the endless stars. Whis noticed her quiet moments and approached one evening, his staff glowing faintly in the darkness.

“What’s on your mind, Karia?” he asked gently.

Karia looked up, her expression thoughtful. “Mr. Whis, where do I come from? I know I’m a Saiyan, but… I don’t remember anything about my family or my planet.”

Whis’s smile faded slightly. “Your journey here was an accident, Karia. A twist of fate brought you to this world. But that doesn’t mean your past is lost to you. When the time is right, you’ll learn more about where you came from.”