Six Years Later... Age 780
"This is pointless. There's no one out here! Not to mention there aren't that many people with a battle power over a thousand to begin with."
"Our orders are to recruit as many warriors as we can to rebuild the Force, and that means exploring places in the far reaches of the universe like this."
Cheelai huffs, obviously not enjoying her first assignment. "The Freezer Force isn't big enough already?"
"Yeah, well, rumor has it they weren't fighting hard enough so Lord Freezer killed all of them to make up for it."
"Tch!"
The green woman snorts, plopping back into her chair. She places her head in her palm as she gazes out the window into the inky blackness.
"So Cheelai, why'd you join the Freezer Force?" Lemo pipes up after a moment of silence. At least he's trying to make conversation.
"Huh? Heh, I stole a Galactic Patrol space ship and this is how I'm staying a free woman. Hey, no one will touch me if they know I'm part of the Freezer Force~."
"Agh, a shifty one, huh?"
"Aw, thanks~."
"Harrumph."
"You've been on the Force most of your life, right Lemo? You must've met Lord Freezer in all that time."
"Ah, I'm not a soldier type, so I've only ever seen him on the video monitors."
"I hear he's tiny~."
"Ugh! Don't ever say anything like that again if you wanna live! He's... killed for far less."
"Yeah yeah, I gotcha."
"He once melted a lieutenant just because he had bad breath."
"Well, if he's putting women and old men to work Freezer must be hurting pretty bad for new recruits."
"Who're you calling old?"
"Nobody, nobody... Hey, wanna try that planet?" she says, pointing towards a new blip on the radar. A planet labeled Vampa, apparently?
"What? You really think someone could be down there? It looks like a hellhole!"
"Hey, you never know, right? Plus, if someone was able to survive there, they must be pretty tough!"
Lemo peers into the monitor on the detector, looking over the planet. "Damn, that's a pretty deep crater. Almost the size of a small city! It'd take a meteor... or... a really high power level!"
"Hey Cheelai... if we do find someone there, maybe we'll get a bonus!"
"Yeah! A big one!"
"Well, what're we waiting for?! Let's go!"
Vampa: Impact Crater
"Don't see anyone..."
"Let's beat it!"
"Hold on Cheelai, I'll use my scouter."
From kilometers away, the lone saiyan hears the newcomers. The saiyan once known as Broly, now a mere hermit, raises his head in surprise.
"People...?"
Now that's a word he doesn't remember ever having to use before, since he woke up here so long ago. He had wondered what the purpose of the words he used was, why he defined things so strictly... now, he knew. There were others with which he might have to use them!
"The scouter's bioreadings are coming up confused... Cheelai, I think we might be the first people to actually start exploring this planet!"
"Sweet! Even bigger bonus if we find someone... Oh god Lemo BEHIND YOU-"
"What the- GAH!"
His eyes widen as giant goliamite scuttles over their... 'vehicle', shrieking in its predatory tone. The watcher snarls in rage; this hermit will not allow the first people he's seen in forever to fall prey to such an unsavory beast!
One second the goliamite sees a couple of tempting, savory meals; the very next its field of view is filled with its own blood and crushed carapace. A sudden massive blow knocks it in on itself: the people look up at him in awe; the 'man' and the 'woman'.
He erases the corpse of his enemy, before turning back to the two visitors, still awestruck.
"Hello? Are... you all right?"
Oh god his voice. He sounds like Tarzan or the Hulk after gargling some liquified sandpaper; he doesn't know who either of those are, but he does know that he definitely needs practice with his speech.
"Y-yes! We're really, really fine!" the woman pipes up. He smiles; that's good, isn't it?
The wrinkly man rubs the back of his head. Is he old? Sick? Dehydrated?
"Uh, hey there! What's your name, friend?"
"I... do not know. I awoke here a long time ago, but do not remember anything before that."
"Huh, an amnesiac? Interesting... wait... do you mind if we confer in private, mister...?"
"I do not," he says with a small smirk. His eyes glisten; he is already loving this conversation.
Cheelai and Lemo quickly huddle up, attempting to quietly speak across their scouters. They are, well, perfectly unaware that their friend can hear every word.
"BATTLE POWER OF 4200! HE'S PERFECT!"
"THAT'S NOTHING, CHEELAI! DID YOU SEE HIS POWER WHEN HE ATTACKED THAT BUG?! THE SCOUTER COULDN'T EVEN READ IT!"
"YOU CHECK THE BIO-READINGS?! HE'S A SAIYAN! A REAL LIVE SAIYAN!"
"YEAHAH , GET OUTTA TOWN! FREEZER'S GONNA LOSE IT WHEN HE MEETS THIS GUY!"
The saiyan once known as Broly cocks his head; many of the words they say make sense to him individually, but together? He supposes that 'saiyan' may apply to him... that may be a good enough title to go by for now.
Amenbo Island
"Heraaaaagh!"
"HIYAAH!"
The ocean billows as shockwaves are pumped out by the two gods of combat, pounding away at each other in the frenzy of martial prowess. The onlookers on the nearby island stare and point, unable to believe what they are seeing. Is it just tricks...? Or perhaps proof of the rumors, of the super elite members of Earth's Special Forces?
Bulma, heiress to the Capsule Corporation and world class scientist, tilts her sunglasses and giggles. Just boys being boys. She giggles again as she reaches for a cocktail glass, taking an quick sip before patting her darling Bra, her precious daughter.
"Maaama! Daddy got me wet!"
"Pft, we're next to the ocean! You can go inside if you want..."
Bra sticks her tongue out before ducking into the resort, laughing. The technical tycoon turns to her guests of honor, smiling.
"O-hohoho~! It's delicious! Ah, the food, the air! I must say, this cottage truly is fantastic! Don't you agree, Bulma?"
She beams at the blue man's flattering assessment of the resort. Bulma would have figured that the gods themselves would know luxuries beyond mortal comprehension... but apparently, Earth is unique in its niceties.
"It is nice, isn't it?"
The rumbles of the distant scuffle continue to ring out, causing a lounging Lord Beerus to sniff in discomfort. The lax God of Destruction may have taken the planet under his wing due to its... unique properties (such as ramen noodles) but he was still very much petty and amoral.
"We had the place built just a few years ago! The city was decimated by a threat, and has really been hurting for a new source of income. It's been a win-win! Plus, out here the boys can cut loose without hurting anything! The last thing we need is for them to destroy half a city while sparring with each other~."
Bulma and Whis break out into chuckles, nursing their cocktails as the violent show goes on. A particularly forceful kick knocks combatant number two, the Prince of all Saiyans, into the water and blows up a surf.
"ErrraAAAAAAGH!"
The lash of water appears to have pissed off the God of Destruction.
"KEEP IT DOWN, WILL YOU?! LEARN TO FIGHT QUIETLY! I'M TRYING TO NAP!"
The saiyans stumble, the force of the threat knocking them off-kilter from its sheer pettiness. Goku lurches in the air, turning around and scratching his head.
"Kiyaaa! Sorry, Lord Beerus!"
...
"Tell me, Goku... why do you seek even greater strength than you have already?"
Goku blinks, looking up from his feast. He shoves one more macaroon in before raising an eyebrow. His mouth opens-
"Wait, wait, don't tell me! Do you want to become a destroyer god~?"
Beerus perks up, glaring. "What was that?! Don't think I'll take this threat lying down."
"N-no! That's not it! Why would I wanna just sit around all day?"
The cat of destruction's face twists hilariously as the passive-aggressive insult registers. "Ngh! Okay, that was uncalled for." He grumbles before snatching a cup of pudding off a nearby table... and reclining in his lounge chair to nap.
"Whis... the Tournament of Power, it really opened my eyes! You saw those fighters! There's no way I can just stay at the same level I'm at right now! They got me all fired UP!" The saiyan shouts, and a shockwave blasts out from him; the umbrellas at the resort rustle as the nearby tourists stop to gawk at the glowing golden warrior.
"Oh my~."
Vegeta hmphs in a most arrogant manner. "The tournament's barely over, and you already have your sights set on other universes?! You're as big of a fool as ever, Kakarotto."
"Well then what about you Vegeta, why do you seek more strength despite your current power level?"
"To fight Freezer! Because YOU!" he shouts, whipping around and jamming a finger in Goku's face, "You decided to let that devil live and let live, and left me alone to deal with him! He got away!"
"Whoah! Calm down Vegeta," the startled fighter says as he slaps his hand away. "If it wasn't for Freezer, the Earth might not even be here!"
Bulma sighs. "I've been wondering where he went off to after that whole fiasco."
"He got away," Vegeta snorts. "Unlike Cell and the Ginyu Force." A small, malicious smile graces his lips before sinking into a frown. "Because you Kakarotto, you left ME ALONE WITH THOSE CRETINS!" He screams in Goku's face, the blackened tip of his tail (yes, a tail) whipping about furiously.
Said Goku gasps, putting a hand to his mouth. "You told me that they were taken to the Space Jail in the sky!"
"AND BY THAT I MEANT I SENT THEM TO HELL! D-don't give me that look, Kakarotto, any one of them would have immediately come back to try to destroy us!"
"But... but... are you saying they would have tried to get even more powerful, and come back to try and beat us again?!"
"Hmph, of course! You know damn well that they were all merely trying to save their own skins. If you had actually stayed, you moron, Freezer wouldn't have gotten away in one piece!"
Whis chuckles, sipping his tequila as he spectates the exchange. "Well Vegeta, Freezer did help you, but you helped him too, didn't you? Perhaps he might lighten up on the revenge fantasies?"
"You idiots!" he shouts, sending the divine attendant into a fit of chuckles at his irreverence. "Do you really think that monster can feel anything resembling gratitude?!"
"O-ohhoho, Vegeta! Speaking to an angel in such a manner! Never change!"
"Jeez Vegeta... how many times are you going to call me a dummy today?"
The prince's face flushes red as rage fills him. His eyes twitch: "AS MANY TIMES AS I NEED TO! IDIOT!"
Freezer Force Recon Ship
Cheelai chows down on a nutrient bar, smiling contentedly. Good thing that bug hadn't crippled their ship... when she notices the savage's gaze.
"So, uh... what're you called again, creeper?"
"I do not know. I think I am 'saiyan', though."
She pulls the bar back, and his eyes follow... wait, oh duh! He's eyeing the food! That 'Vampa' place didn't exactly look like a five-star buffet. Her scowl turns into a soft smile.
"You want one of these to eat, Saiyan...? They're not bad!" she says as she picks up a bar, before holding it out to the saiyan. "Try this one."
*NOM*
"H-hey, wait! At least let me take off the wrapper first!"
She rips off a good chunk of the wrapper, before holding it out again. The savage sniffs it, causing her to giggle.
"Come on, take it! It won't bite!"
Saiyan takes a bite... and his eyes widen in ecstasy. He snatches it out of her hand and chows down with feral gusto, causing Cheelai to burst out giggling even harder.
"Pfahaha! See, I told you it was good...! ... Wow, not even a thanks?"
He looks up from his ambrosia, question marks floating above his head. "...? Thank you for your generosity. I am grateful."
"Why so formal~? Maybe just try a 'thanks', next time."
His face contorts, the wildman clearly having no idea what the hell he's doing. It's kind of cute, how awkward he is in this situation~.
"I thank you...?"
"That's close."
She has to hide her mouth behind her hand as she laughs at him. Jeez, he is too cute...! And... handsome...? A saiyan would have that whole noble savage aesthetic going on...
Freezer's Ship: The Throne Room
Freezer gazes out into the abyss, pondering his course of action. Was an immortal body still quite the right goal to go after? Immortality could result in unending misery if handled poorly... perhaps eternal youth, or reviving a star minion like Un or Ginyu, or simply growing another five centimeters would be a more productive usage of the dragon's power?
... No. As much as he'd like to keep growing, does he have any real confirmation that he isn't already? Really? Absolutely? ... Do not answer that if you wish to keep you head attached. Besides... there's nothing immortality can do wrong for him that being in hell wouldn't outweigh. That awful place he was forced into after his second death is something he would like to never EXPERIENCE AGAIN, thank you very much. The songs of those fairies still loop in his ears...
"I've brought the men in question, Lord Freezer."
"Oh! How interesting."
The tyrant turns around, inspecting the troops. An old man he may have seen once or twice, a new recruit, and... a human? No... even lacking a tail, it is clear that this is another remnant. A monkey.
"Are you really a saiyan? You don't appear to have a tail." he asks. The presumed saiyan looks around nervously.
"No... sir. I do not remember what happened, but a stump is present."
"Aha, I see. And what is your name, saiyan?"
"..."
Cheelai, glances around, clearly terrified. "S-sir! Please, forgive him. He... has amnesia?"
"Oho, does he~? So, saiyan, what should we call you?"
"I... just go by Saiyan."
"Do you now? Hm... I think I'll call you monkey. And," the emperor murmurs, staring into his soul, "it would seem you have a tremendous amount of untapped battle power~." Twisting around with a flourish, Freezer peers back out into the inky depths. "Indeed, an unexpected bounty. Berriblue, please offer a worthy reward to the two who brought this man here." At this the two troop's faces light up with glee, and they turn to high-five each other. The bright blue ednan hands them several currency rods each.
"It's a fortune...!"
"Thank you for your generosity, sir!"
"Thank you for your generosity, sir!"
*SLAM*
Saiyan looks around nervously; he realizes he is alone.
"I'm told you were trapped alone on that awful barren planet for quite some time."
"As long as I can remember, sir."
"And are you aware that your homeworld, planet Vegeta, was regrettably destroyed by an unexpected meteor, hm?"
He raises his eyebrows; "No, I was not. Though if I am being honest... I find it hard to mourn for a world I never knew."
"My! This amnesia of yours... I suppose you don't know that there are other survivors of your kind? Alive and well... flourishing even."
"Oh, really?! I suppose... that others of my kind would be good, to help me sort out my past! Do you think they might know me?"
"I should hope not, dear Monkey!" the glaeris lies through his teeth. "These survivors are barbarians; they have forced a life for themselves on an alien world, living like kings at the expense of their fellows and their magic items!"
"W-what?! At the expense... how?!"
Freezer chuckles; this saiyan appears to have quite substantial anger issues. He might be worried if he didn't already have him wrapped around his middle finger.
"Monkey... this band of your kind have slaughtered every other surviving member of their race! Your race! Only remaining are the cronies which have pledged their loyalty to them; this cadre of formerly elite fighters, and the extant ex-prince of the saiyans! At this point, very few others remain!"
"How... HOW DARE THEY?! WHO ARE THESE MURDEROUS SAIYANS?!"
"They are the monstrous men know as Son Goku and Prince Vegeta, along with their top henchmen Tarble, Nappa, and Raditz! Berriblue, fetch our guest some new battle armor... I think he may be interested on knowing what the first mission I have in mind for him is~!"
"Yes, lord."
Berriblue leads the fuming man out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Freezer looks up; "Mmm... I had not planned on fighting the saiyans for their Dragon Balls this time around... However... This is proving to be far too interesting to pass up~."
Amenbo Island
Bulma shoots up, blearily looking around. Had she fallen asleep...? She glances at her wrist. It's just her video watch... one of these days, she really should change the alarm and ringtone...
"Hey...?" she says as she taps the monitor. The face of her son, Trunks, pops up. She can see his friend Goten off to the side, shifting nervously.
"Y-yo, mom... it, uh... someone broke into your laboratory!"
Her eyes shoot open.
"W-what?! Was anything stolen?"
Trunks withers under his mother's glare, scratching the back of his head. He glances back at Goten, who just raises his hands and shakes his head.
"Um... ah... I checked the security footage. Theeeey... swiped the Dragon Balls you collected. And the Dragon Radar."
"THEY DID WHAT?!"