The figure subtly strides forwards, with the extensive light of the sun revealing him. He has a screaming graze on the side of his face, with the deep red of it shining prominently in the light. A large bruise suffocates the other side of his face, almost overwhelming in appearance. Both of his eyes have streaks of red lines inside, signaling the pain, and anger that this guy is going through. They are completely bloodshot, and it is obvious the figure is having trouble seeing straight. His resentment towards Zarbon overpowers him, as his stride becomes larger, and his walk gradually turns into a run. Finally he is completely revealed.

Zarbon looks up to see where this awesome power came from, and is in disbelief upon seeing it’s source.

“A…a…kid?” He asks, completely confused, and oblivious to the incredible power that this ‘kid’ possesses. He rises to his feet, and attempts to shake off the agony. He is covered in cuts, bruises, and dirt from the ongoing battles that he has been competing in.

“You leave Mr Piccolo alone!” The kid yells out loudly, somehow managing to intimidate the monster of a man that Zarbon is.

‘Damn, I’m too badly hurt to beat this kid’ Zarbon ponders to himself, contemplating the situation. ‘I have to fight back though!’ Zarbon brushes his braid of green hair back, and clenches his fist, ready to fight. The ‘kid’ reaches him, and headbutts him directly in the stomach, before the Changeling can even throw a punch. Zarbon’s eyes swell, and blood slowly gushes from his mouth. He gasps for air, but can retrieve none. Slowly, he drops to the floor, shaking only occasionally because of the crushing pain succumbing him. “Who…who are you?” He managed to say weakly, clinging onto his consciousness by a thread.

“I am Gohan, son of Goku! Trained by the great Piccolo!” The kid replied proudly, yet harshly and abruptedly.

“You are the offspring of that weak individual monkey that I beat? And that Namek trained such a powerful warrior? How can a human be so strong?” Zarbon deliberated out loud. “What the…?!” He said, totally bemused as to what he saw in front of him. From out of the kids slightly baggy trousers waves a brown, furry tail, swinging contently. ‘How could a Saiyan make it here before I?’ Zarbon wondered. ‘And I never heard of such a strong monkey either!’

“How dare you! You hurt my father and my friends, now it is your end!” Gohan shouted, with such rage that Zarbon knew it would be best to cover his face with his forearms. “Take this you evil bully!” The ‘kid’ screamed as he let rip with a Masenko of such power, that not only did it drive Zarbon down through countless layers of Earth, but it also blew all surroundings into a crisp, flaming wreck. The blast had such intensive power that it blew even Gohan backwards, making him hit his head incredibly hard against a stray rock, and slowly fade out of consciousness.

***

Korosu and Bardock always trained intensively, but it was rare for them to be pushing themselves this hard, past their limit, and then some. Huge beads of sweat pour down their bruised brow, as they spar with one another, hitting hard, and moving at incredible rates. They fly around the ship, causing occasional dents to it when stray punches were landed. Korosu dances around, dodging all that Bardock has to offer, then gives some back. The dial remains at 100 times the planet Saiya’s gravity, as the machine begins to shake from the pure strain of the battle. It nears explosion, just as Bardock notices this out of the corner of his eye, and moves with an urgent sense of speed about him, to turn it down a notch, to 50 times the gravity of their former homepanet.

“Whoa, we really went all out this time, didn’t we Korosu!” Bardock panted, desperately breathing for air. No reply emits itself from the mouth of the powerful, cold, hard warrior though, as he sits on the floor, a look of grief on his face. A transparent tear slowly jerks down his wounded cheek, mixing in with the blood to cause a red tear, which drips to the floor, splashing intently onto Korosu’s clothes. More come down, slowly making the small splash gather into a fairly wide puddle, with a diameter of around a centimetre.

“Korosu?” Bardock asked quietly, worried about his friend. “Are you hurt? I wouldn’t be surprised, we trained flat out…”

“No.”

“Can I help you at all?”

“No.”

“Ok. You want anything to eat?”

“No.”

“Come on, something’s up. The Korosu I know wouldn’t get this upset over pain, is it someone you know? Something happened?” Bardock questioned interrogatingly, with a concerned tone to his voice.

“Otaku. He was killed under that bastard Frieza’s order. I had a vision of some kind with him in. He said to meet with a man named Goku on Earth. I remembered how he was killed, that’s all.”

“Oh…he must have been a good friend.”

“He was, in the short time that I knew him…there was something else too, something far more important.”

“Tell me.”

“Our planet was destroyed”

“I know, I could somehow sense it, it’s what has been driving me through this agonizing training.”

“There’s more. Our planet was destroyed by the heartless bastard – Frieza.” Korosu said, sympathetically. Bardock could give no answer to this though, silently being overcome with hatred, his rage building. He clenches his fist, and roars diligently.

“That bastard! How could he do such a thing?!”

“I know...we must make him pay, we must defeat him, to avenge all the Saiyans that he murdered ruthlessly! But first, we must meet up with this Goku character.”

“This vision…I don’t know why, but I completely believe you about it…” Bardock said, confused. Before any explanation could be given though, a bleeping sound begins to drone around the ship. A small monitor comes up, and a voice announces that they are passing a planet named Yardrat. The voice says that this planet has much to other in the way of resources, and that the people know many skills. A brief pause ensues, before the silence is filled with the voice broadcasting the fact that it should only be about 18 more hours until their arrival on Earth. Korosu moves to the ships controls, and keys in some new co-ordinates, to set the raging ship down on the tender surface of Yardrat.

“We could learn more techniques, get a new insight on training from these people. Their planet is insufficient to fill our desires, we don’t need it.”

“I know. I feel the same.” Bardock replied positively. Best change into a suit of armour that isn’t completely tattered and broken so that I can look my best…

***

A large ship sails across the cosmos, soaring contentedly past the stars and planets, at would be an incredible speed for most ships, but for this one, it is only a fraction of its fastest. The crew members are brooding in fear of their master, knowing that if they don’t find that ship soon, then agonizing pain will be in their future.

A short alien, with large eyes, and a slightly pointy-head walks into the main quarters, and stands rigidly for a few seconds, awaiting his masters permission to speak. His master is an evil man, full of hatred, loathing, and resentment towards all living things. He stands, looking out of the dome windows of his epic carrier, sipping red wine from a glass in an elegant manner. He swills the glass around a little, then places it on a small table. He arrogantly turns round to face the soldier, and mutters something about stupid monkeys.

“Speak now soldier!” The being shouted to the soldier with the unyielding stance. 

“Master Frieza” started the soldier “It has come to our attention that we have weapons powerful enough to destroy the craft of Saiyans.”

“I know that. Now if you don’t tell me something useful in the next 5 seconds, I am going to kill you” hissed the soldiers master – Frieza.

“Well, we have located the Saiyans ship, and we could take them out whenever you give the order.”

“I want the pleasure of ripping their vile, despicable heads clean off their necks myself. Therefore, I must approach these lowlifes in person. One blast isn’t going to cause them sufficient pain. Besides, compared to me they are completely insignificant. They may get more powerful if we leave them for a day, but not powerful enough. Tell me, where are they heading!?”

“To a blue planet named Earth sir. We could reach it in approximately 5 hours…” Before he can give any further advice, his green scouter begins to blink, and a fuzzy transmission comes in, with him listening to it carefully, and nodding every few seconds, with full interest and attention diverted to it.

“Is there a problem?” Frieza bellowed hoarsely.

“No sir, far from it. We could intercept their ship and kill them on a closer planet, as they have changed their course. The scientists monitoring their path have discovered that they are going to a planet named Yardrat for some reason.”

“Hmm…a good chance to kill them. Let’s converse with them for a while on the planet, then we’ll see if they can escape my wrath a second time! If they get away though soldier, it shall be your life taken. I am putting you in charge with full responsibility of all that happens. If we don’t find them, then you are a dead man!”

“Yes…sir.” The soldier said, before turning, and hastily sprinting out of Frieza’s quarters.

“Yes…I can see their terrified faces now. There has to be a reason that they are running off to Earth though. Maybe that planet possesses some sort of power, or powerful beings…maybe, just maybe. I’ll extract the information from them on Yardrat anyway. We’ll soon find out” Frieza sneered evilly. 2We’ll get there before them, and then I shall complete the job of exterminating the whole Saiyan race!”