A small, rounded pod comes soaring towards the Planet Saiya, turning into a raging ball of flames as it breaks into the atmosphere. It docks down in an isolated clearing, with huge impact. A crater about the size of an Oozaru is made. After a short pause, there is movement from the pod. The door swings open, and a light green hand appears on the side. It thrusts the attachment of its body up, and then finishes climbing out of the pod with a small leap. The passenger looks around, breathing in the dirty air from the surface of the industrial side of the planet. The man is none other than Zarbon. He walks slowly out of the crater as 5 pods crash down behind him. He doesn’t even hesitate to look round, and sees that they are on his team.

‘Damn, I’m jumpy today! Gotta calm myself down!’ Zarbon thought to himself as he finished getting out of the crater that his crash landing had made. He bends over, and kneels down. He runs his smooth skin through the dusty ground, and his investigation achieves only a clump of eroded dirt. He sighs to himself as he gets to his feet, and casually wonders towards the Ginyu Force.

The Ginyu Forces pods are unlike any that Zarbon had ever seen. They had streaks of blue down the side, and had the ever-prominent logo engraved onto the side. Each one seemed to be tailor-made for each member, with decorations of all sorts on. Almost systematically, each one of the pod doors swing open. One-by-one, the Force get out, and line up. Zarbon knows what’s coming, and gives off a grievous sigh.

‘Everytime they go anywhere, these idiots have to do all that posing. Why can’t they just get along with the missions!’ Zarbon contemplated. ‘Must be because of some sort of mental deficiency’ he confirmed to himself.

The elite soldiers of the Ginyu Force started to dance around in that annoying pose that they were guaranteed to do wherever they were. After a tedious performance, Ginyu proudly leads the troops towards Zarbon. With an arrogant grin on his face, Ginyu does a mocking bow. Zarbon is not impressed, and kicks the captain in the face, with utmost hatred. Ginyu staggers back, but knows not to fight back, as it would be worthless. Zarbon is very close to Frieza, and if they were to agitate him, then they could be in big trouble with the head honcho.

Zarbon turns, flicking his braid of hair into the air, then walks off, with each stride more ignorant than the last. He has beads of sweat dripping down his face, and his fists are clenched hard.

‘These Ginyu idiots will under estimate those blasted saiyan’ Zarbon interpreted. ‘They will be destroyed! Ah well, that’s good for me, at least I won’t have to go on any more missions with them’ The changeling smirked at the prospect of finally ridding himself of these posing goofs.

They all set off towards their destination - the saiyan camp, with the whole of the Ginyu Force lagging behind slightly, so as to not anger Zarbon anymore. He sluggishly kicks the ground, and starts to psyche himself up mentally, so that he is in the best possible state for what will probably be a huge brawl.

***

In the head barracks, Otaku and Korosu are hard at work training with their maximum effort. Sweat pours down both mans face, as they hang from the ceiling, doing sit ups. Korosu mentally counts his 10,000th sit up, and assumes that he has done enough of them for now. He is suspended in the air by the rope attached to his feet. He breathes hard, trying to regain his breath so that he can get back to training. Otaku comes up to him to help him down, and cuts the rope which he hangs from with a handy pocket knife. Korosu falls to the floor, and thanks his elder warrior sarcastically. Saiyans litter the area, with their hard working nature, as they become more and more powerful.

“Hey kid, want to test out that new found strength that you have attained in the past few days?” Otaku asked.

“Yeah, ok, me vs. you. I’ll kick you round the floor my friend” taunted Korosu.

“Deal then. Everyone, stop training immediately!” Shouted Otaku. “Me and Korosu are about to show you lot how to fight. One of us is going to be beaten to a pulp, and put in the regeneration tank for about half of a day.”

“What?!”

“Ha, don’t worry kid, what doesn’t kill you, only makes you stronger! Now let’s begin!”

Otaku charges at Korosu, and knees him in the stomach before the rookie gets a chance to say anything. Korosu falls to the ground, holding his stomach, desperately trying to catch a breath. He begins to cough up blood, and looks down to the injury. His armour has been broken off very cleanly. He looks up to Otaku pleadingly, and the leader of the rebel forces kicks Korosu in the face. He falls back holding his nose as blood gushes from it. His face is a bloody mess, and he looks up at his sensei with a look of discretion in his eyes. He tries to talk to Otaku, but is unable because of the blood that is spilling from his mouth. Otaku grabs Korosu, and slaps him round the face, causing more bleeding. Korosu is hanging limply now, as his saiyan master holds him high in the air for all to see.

“This is an example of an unprepared being. Do you really think that Frieza will wait until you are ready before he strikes? He will show no mercy, and tear each of you limb from limb! Look at this weakling here! He wasn’t able to put his heart into it, because of his emotions. I don’t want any of you to feel these emotions, as they will only make you weak! Now, the next training exercise is…….” Otaku’s voice trails off as he lets off a loud gasp. Korosu’s fist is in his gut. His eyes widen, but his look of excruciating pain soon turns into a sly grin, as he grabs the arm of his fellow saiyan elite, and chops it with such force that the crack could probably be heard from miles away. The scream of pain that followed it was equally as loud, piercing the souls of all the frightened saiyans. Korosu falls to the floor, holding his arm whilst breathing extremely fast. He doesn’t seem to be able to get up now, and Otaku holds out his hand, and starts to build up energy in it. Korosu mouths the words ‘Please, stop’ to his master, but they are not received. A blast of blue energy goes straight through the saiyan soldiers chest, and makes even more blood scatter everywhere, plastering the walls, and making everyone wince at the sight. Otaku shouts over the disgruntled mumbles so that his voice can be heard.

“Get him to the regeneration tank….NOW!” He then bends down to Korosu’s level, and whispers into his ear. “This will make you stronger, maybe even more so than me” He looks up to the cowering saiyans, whom he considered to be scum, and shouts at them even louder than before. “Hurry up and get this brave warrior to a medical tank! You people make me sick! Now train harder!” 

The saiyans re-gather their nerve, and efficiently lift Korosu up, and take him to the medical lab. He is put into a tank, and left in the hands of doctors. Otaku walks up to one of them and gestures him over to the corner, away from the crowd.

“He will be ok, right? I mean, he’d better not die, because if he does…”

“It’s too early to tell. He looks pretty badly hurt, and if he was taken here a minute later, then I would guarantee death, but as it is, it is impossible to tell. I will keep you posted on anything that happen here, no matter how trivial”

“Thank you doctor” Otaku said as he left for the door. He called for his saiyan army, and they all jogged back to the barracks, to continue their training, unaware of the evil that has landed on their planet, and is rapidly approaching to uncover the conspiracy plot, and to destroy those wretched saiyans once and for all!