Zaks stood at the foot of a forge that she had spent the last two weeks working on to get the entire thing set up. The forge wasn't a Saiyan design but instead her Lunar tribe's design one that she had not used in nearly 30 years. Setting it up on earth had been a bit of an issue as the earth didn't have the same amount of lunar light as the lunar caverns back in vegeta but at least earth still had a moon to gather moon light from. The lunar forge worked by turning moonlight into a lunar fire that would turn ordinary metal into what the tribe's called lunar steel. It hit Zaks that everything was called lunar with her tribe and it made her laugh. Before emerging into the world surface Zaks wouldn't have thought about it as everything was dictated by the lunar lights in the caverns. But now Zaks was a much more learned individual or enlightened that it seemed ridiculous now to her.

Taking a look at a destroyed blade on the nearby table and its reassembled form brought back countless memories to the Saiyan monarch. She remembered her mother using the weapon before it had been broken all those years ago and she herself could remember the ease that she welded it. She remembered being taught to weld and use the weapon of the leader of her tribe as she was groomed to replace her. It was some of the best years of Zaks life, shadowed only by the twins' birth. The blade had been used by every clan leader before Zaks and when handed down to each clan leader no. From the very first Zaks until she herself as the new Zaks had held the weapon. Then she had destroyed it the moment her mother had died in anger at the blade.

She could remember sneaking into her mothers hut in the early morning from her own little hut next to her mothers. She could still remember grabbing the blade as a child interested in playing with the sacred blade. Zaks had no idea the moment she touched it she would receive the fleeting memories of all the previous tribe leaders and lose control. She vaguely remembered screaming as she swung the blade mindlessly. She never really knew what had happened except that she had not been prepared to use the blade that was still bound to the former Zaks. The blade had a will of its own but normally was harmless to anyone that touched it but unfortunately for Zaks she was being trained to use it by her mother. This training had left her vulnerable to the sword since the training wasn't complete. She could handle all the passive knowledge racing into her mind. How to swing the sword or block with it. How to compensate for the weight of it and use it to her advantage. Unfortunately all that information was being absorbed and She couldn't tell what was a memory and what was real. She couldn't hear her mother cry out or even notice the struggle for the sword. She on the other hand did know when she No longer had it and she was laying on the floor tired and exhausted.

She smiled at the memory as she set the blade parts onto the forge to be imbued with her Ki. The sword was only a conduit to the residual memories inside of it and part of the process of using the weapon was to reforge it. A step Zaks had never done thanks to her misguided anger at her mothers death. She had blamed the sword for not saving her even when she knew it was her fault. As the blade melted Zaks felt like all of her past misgivings were melting away into the molten metal. Ready to be reformed into somthing stronger then ever before. For Zaks it wasent just the sword that was being reformed but herself as well. Before now she had blamed herself and others for events that had happened in her life instead of being responsible for them. Reaching forward her hand above the molten metal Zaks started the ancient chant even as she felt the searing heat from the forge start to burn her hand. "" light on darkness shine on this lightness nite."" As she finished the small light turned darker in a way Zaks hadn't been prepared for as black light began to flow up from the forge as the silver fire turned black. Zaks knew better then to stop so she kept the chanting up as she poured her Ki and mana into the forming blade. Slowly Zaks watched the blade form into a giant blade that was nothing other than a buster sword. The blade was a monster with its size and easily larger than most warriors. The black blade a dull black that seemed almost to absorb the light around even as the faintest sheen could be seen on the edge to attest to his sharpness. The handle was made from intricate carved bone from somthing unknown but helf a beautiful white to contrast with the blade.

"" so this was the feeling I was sopoused to feel."" Zaks felt more alive then ever as the blade fully formed and called out to her with a gentle warmth. A pair of strong hands that reassured her from harm. A back of a brother on arms pressed to her own, A mother's coo to an upset child, And all of it was pressed into one. With this she understood more about the tribe then ever before and what it would take to lead then along with the Saiyans. The blade aided her feelings and thoughts combining then into a single form removing all the indecision she felt about her tasks. This was the truth of the blade and one Zaks hadn't realized until this very moment. This blade only refined her and wasn't some legendary weapon. It was as strong as her own will was and the power she pushed through it. The whole ceremony was only to slowly attune the user to the blade so they may weld it properly and understand the truth of it. "" So I am really the blade and this hunk of metal is just that. A blade that hid all the previous Zaks worries and focused them to what they really wanted to do. In short it was nothing but a good luck charm and revelation was astounding to Zaks. "" Let's test this""

—-

Zaks stood in the training room several hours later after the blade had cooled and now hidden away by magic inside of Zaks. "" Arise Lunas blade!"" Zaks called out with her hand outstretched as if she was holding the blade in the palm of her hand and with a bright flash of silver light she was. Zaks appraised the blade calmly before settling herself gently into the combat Stance her mother had taught years ago. "" The battlefield is barren of promise and Honor."" Zaks was sure she butchered her mothers quotes and promised herself she would read them again later. "" Mother.. give me strength and honor as none remain in my heart."" Slowly with great effort Zaks began to slowly go through combat stances rotating them with a single powerful swing of the blade. Each swing pushed the air around it with a gentle boom as it was displaced by the giant blade.

Several hours she swung the blade around and sweat poured from the queen's body from the strain of using the weapon. Now was the hard part infusing the blade with her ki or mana to make the blade sharper, stronger, and heavier. Each blow was meant to cut her target cleanly as possible with the least amount of effort as possible. Her ki fused with her sword Gave of a silver/gold glow go the blade that swirled inside. ""Almost there … time to take a break."" She hadn't wanted to take break but she was exhausted and tbh honest she was hungry. So hungry and tired in fact she moved through the motions of cooking without even realizing it until she had eaten and fallen asleep at the table.

—-- past memory------
A child Zaks was growling as she circled the Saiyans that had attacked her while she slept. The crazed child understood very little besides these beings were hurting her and her servents. How dare they! How dare mer mortal hurt her personal servents! She would show them how they errored and tear them apart with her teeth! Even as a child she was easily stronger then any damn mortal. Lunching herself forward she managed to latch into the female warrior by surprising her with her strength and speed. Her teeth found purchase and the Saiyan warrior was dead in moments. Standing up the titan hier examined her sourandings more intently then before. Her beautiful city was in ruins from the attack and only a handful of luna tribe warriors were still fighting protecting who they could. But they were out matched by the other two Saiayans that attacked them or one of them in particular that was the problem. The secound Saiyan warrior was no were near the power of his partner and would have fallen several times wirhout the constant intervention of his stronger ally. Zaks circled the stronger one on instinct the child was the most powerful thing besides her siblings and she would prove by taking out the strongest threat to her domain. But as the the titan child would soon learn ego didn't make reality. She had lunched her self with perfection a hunter aiming to kill its prey with flawless grace only an apex predator would ever know. Unfortunately that apex predator was fighting another killer from a much bigger pound and she paid dearly as the warrior intercepted her mid attack with a single elbow to her skull. The blow would make sure the titan Neria Helga would never wake up again. Her head was left cracked forever hiding a scar under her head. She would never know the Saiyan warriors had been slain by her warriors thanks to her distraction. She would never know the kindness of her tribe that cared for her wounded body and allowed a blank Slate to become Zaks. But Neria was still there hidden away locked inside the damaged mind.

—----months later-----

A child looked around a hastily built hut as they awoke to the light of the room and the almost blinding pain that run rampant through there skull. It was to much for the child and she screamed. Then she sobbed until strong arms held her close to there chest and shushed the crying girl. The pain would last weeks and before she knew it those arms became her safe place. She would come to rely on this person this warmth and call her mother with time as she learned how to speak. Somthings came easy to the girl and she learned to read instantly. She would learn to read and write properly before speech came to her.
She grew much quicker then the other children and was bigger then her mother within two years within 3 she was fully grown.

To the child Zaks her mother was powerful, wise and most importantly warm. No matter how fast she grew she still wanted to cuddle with her and she didn't mind that the tribe would point while laughing at the pair. It wasn't normal that the child would hold there parent instead of the otherway around. The child wished to stay with her mother no matter what and life was perfect. She never knew want. She never was hungry and the whole village treated her with kindness.

That all changed after that day she felt anger for the first time in a sparing match. She found the village cold and judging as her mother recovered. As they should have as it was her fault her mother was hurt. She had tried to use the sword that didn't belong to her and use it like a damn plaything. She wanted to make a ki based aura like Zaks did while she trained. She had wanted to be like her mother who has saved her life when the Saiyan warrior had crushed her skull. She had heard the stories and the day before she had seen the technique for herself. She had wanted to be the hero. Instead her mother was dying and she regretted ever touching that damn sword.

— years later-----

The child stared down at her mother as she sleept and smiled as she replaced the warm pillow that helped the ach on her hip. It had been 15 years since the injury and the child had spent every day with Zaks learning from her every moment they had been given. The tribe had come to understand that tonight was Zaks final evening and the Day the child would be named. It was this day that she would be called Zaks and take up the duty of the buster blade. The duty to protect the tribe and what was left of there people. The child had been raised well and strong. The child had issues to work out and a tribe to support her. The child would rest her head on her mothers lape and speak her final words to her mother barly a whisper. "" I love you mother.""

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