Korosu and Bardock gleefully gaze out of the window of their ship, taking in the atmosphere of this rare occurrence. It is not often that anybody gets to travel through space, and the two Saiyans know this. Korosu snaps out of his day dream, and realizes that there is training to be done. Being strong is the most important thing in the world to a Saiyan, and it is not an easy feat to achieve. Many have tried, and failed to become powerful, but Korosu and Bardock seem to have a certain promise about them, which overwhelm most other species, and even members of their own race.

Korosu walks over to the graviton, and turns the dial so it is at 50 times the gravity on the planet Saiya, or at least, 50 times of what it would have been, had the planet not blown up. The two Saiyans are vaguely aware of this, but presumed that the explosion was something happening on the planet, as the news that the remainder of their race being destroyed would have devastated them, but as things stand, they do not know, nor shall they be informed of the news for a while.

Bardock hits the floor, holding his bleeding nose, and shouting offensive words at Korosu, for not telling him that the gravity was being changed. His fellow Saiyan merely laughs at this, and starts to attempt to get used to the high gravity level. The look of excruciating pain on Korosu’s face signals that he is having a hard time staying on his feet, and the sweat pouring from his face adds to the obviousness of it. Bardock crawls over to the nearest ledge, and strains to pull himself up on it, squinting, and panting as he slowly gets onto his feet. Once he has managed the task, Bardock pushes off the ships wall, and into the middle of the room. He struggles to keep his balance, and stay on his feet, rather like someone new to roller-skating would. He turns to Korosu, who is struggling equally as much, and starts to stride slowly over to him, to pay back the damage done to his nose.

***

Zarbon arrives outside the door of a quaint house, stranded in the middle of isolated countryside. Small bursts of polluting smoke spew forth from the metal chimney, and fades away into the cold, harsh air that is about the place. A  deathly breeze blows as Zarbon lands, throwing his braid of hair all about the place, and making his cloak fly up. He breaths in the air calmly, reminiscent of his landing. Soon Zarbon will be king, he just has to rid himself of these weak peasants.

The changeling walks up to the front door of the house, and considers how to make his entrance. First he thinks about knocking politely, but quickly scraps that idea in favour of kicking it down, for that would be far more stylish, and would make him seem as if he had far more flare. Zarbon measures up the door carefully, and then puts such force in his kick that the door flies to the other side of the room, denting the wall badly. It seems to have annoyed the residents too, as one comes up to him, and begins to shout with all her might. Yes, it was a female, a lesser member of the species in Zarbon’s opinion. Why did they bother with them? The only use is to give birth, so why do they get equal rights? He neither understood, nor cared about the whole system. The female beats at his chest with rage, managing to hurt him quite badly, considering her comparatively low power level. Zarbon becomes bored with her antics though, and simply swats her away with the back of his hand, sending her crashing into a wall, making a shape similar to her body outline there. She looks at him, hate swelling in her eyes, but is unable to do anything.

Someone has heard all the commotion, and quickly comes to the females aid. Zarbon takes the scouter reading. This is the guy. The strongest person on a planet rumoured to contain some fantastic warriors, yet the power level that the scouter reads is a mere 5,000. Zarbon looks at him in a confused way, and the man shares that stare, then steps forward.

“Who are you? What right do you have to come in here, hurt my wife, and destroy my house? I’m going to make you pay dearly for this asshole!”

“Is that meant to intimidate me weakling?” Zarbon chuckled. He knew that he was far superior in power to this lesser form of life, and he could never be beaten by such a weak excuse for a warrior. The man doesn’t back down though, he stands ready, his fists clenched, and his eyes glaring with a hatred seen very rarely.

“Let’s settle this outside.” The man calmly said to Zarbon, making the changeling almost cough up his intestines with laughter, until he realized the fact that the man was serious. Zarbon looks at him in a confused way, but ends up shrugging his shoulders, and walking outside with a very exquisite stride. He stops just at the entrance of the house, and lets the man walk out.

“Might I have the pleasure of knowing who it is that I am about to crush?” Zarbon asked mockingly.

“I am Son Goku, Saiyan Warrior” The man replied angrily. Zarbon has a genuine look of fear on his face at this, not knowing how a Saiyan could come to be on Earth, or how he could be compassionate or have feelings for that matter. He dismisses all worry though, and takes Goku’s power level again, just to be sure. It soars up at an amazing speed as Goku begins to charge up, making his long black hair stick up even more than usual, and his red fighting robe begin to rip to shreads. Zarbon can’t believe the power of the Saiyan, as his scouter gives off a miniscule explosion, ceasing to work any longer. He backs off slightly, overcome with fear, but manages to regain his calm before his vision is clouded with terror. He gets himself into a fighting stance, and powers up himself, managing to do so very quickly, then clenches his fists, preparing to fight.

“Let’s do this, monkey!” Zarbon shouts at his opponent with hatred and resentment.

***

The aftermath of the explosion of the Planet Saiya has come, and Frieza’s men have discovered no survivors. The man himself waits in his chamber, delicately sipping a small glass of red wine, and gazing out of a huge window at the shattered remains of a once thriving planet. He has a look of aggravation on his face, and is frowning intently. One of his soldiers burst through the door, and begin to hassle him, trying to get him to listen. Frieza turns around, looking very annoyed, and talking in a harsh, evil voice, full of antagonistic loathing.

“What is it soldier? Speak now or die!”

“Master Frieza sir, I have been informed by the salvage crew that there was a ship flying away from the planet seconds before the explosion. I recommend that we pursue it.”

“You really think that I would take orders from such a benevolent, repulsive creature such as yourself? Leave my quarters before I kill you!” The soldier scrambles away, whimpering, and hoping that his life would be spared. “Ha, the fool, he is lucky that he caught me in a good mood! I knew that something had escaped though, I could sense it. I’ll have to follow this ship, because Saiyans can become quite powerful if left unattended for too long…