Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z, unfortunately, so don't sue me. I don't have any money. This fic isn't written with the intent to be sold for money or anything like that, I make it for my own enjoyment, and for the reading enjoyment of other poor saps who are like me, and don't have a life.

Prologue

"NO!!!"
"Shut up woman, don't make this worse for yourself. Be glad we're only taking the boy."
The fighter shoved the woman away, and slung the unconscious body of a boy no older than 14 over his shoulder. He turned his back on the woman who had collapsed into sobs, and walked over to a ship, followed by his two companions.
The woman found the strength to stand up and run after them, jumping on the back of the one carrying her son.
"GIVE ME BACK MY SON!!"
She began clawing at the fighter's neck and face.
However, before she got to do much damage, one of the fighter's companions's grabbed the woman by the head, and punched her in the gut once. He then threw her over his shoulder, where she landed thirty feet away, unconscious.
"Thanks."
"Don't mention it. Now let's go. We should have enough for the slavers."
Without further comment, the three entered the ship, and blasted off of Earth, heading for a far off planet.

:6 Months Later:

The courtroom on Zaren was packed. After all, it's not everyday you get to see a delegation of the Empire of the mighty Kadar. One soldier of the delegation was even a legendary saiyan.
The case of that day was simple: Three men were being tried under the laws written by the Empire, since they were once soldier's of the Empire, and had committed the crimes in the Empire's realm. Their crime: Kidnapping citizens of the Empire, and selling those citizen's into slavery upon Zaren. When the Empire's delegation came to Zaren after tracking the criminals there, the gov't quickly agreed to let them apprehend the criminals and try them.
Three men weren't worth enough to risk a war that Zaren couldn't win.
The trial was fast and brutal. The men were sentenced to life imprisonment upon Ardor, a factory planet that was operated by those who broke the law of the Empire.
And the work on Ardor was much harder than on Zaren, where the average life expectancy of a common worker was about 20 years old, even less for earthlings, who couldn't adapt well to the gravity that was ten times stronger than Earth's.

:In the mines, two weeks after the trial:

The slave fell to the ground, utterly exhausted, his body hurting all over. Even after six months in this hellhole, he had only barely adapted to the gravity. As it was, he could stand up straight, walk around, even run short distances. But he still felt like he was being slowly crushed.
The slave felt a pair of arms slide under him, and he weakly raised his head to see who was picking him up. He found himself looking at Laz, another slave in the mines, and a person who looked out for the slave, something that made him both grateful, and resentful.
Laz carried the slave to his bunk, and gently placed him upon it, to which the slave weakly nodded his head in thanks.
Laz nodded in return, and was about to jump to his own bunk when the door to the slave quarters opened, admitting two people.
The first was the slave overseer, a large man with a scar on the left side of his face, standing out on his pale gray skin.
The second man was actually quite human looking, with a few minor differences. Most noticeable of which was the monkey tail gently swaying back and forth. And the gravity defying hair was also something of an eye catcher.
The slave struggled to his feet, and to attention, like the other slaves.
The overseer led the saiyan through the living quarters, finally stopping in front of the slave. The slave tried to straighten up, but found that the more he tried, the more his knees shook from exhaustion. Eventually, he gave up and settled for slumping down under the pressure.
The saiyan studied the human in front of him. The boy had given up on trying to stand straight, and settled for simply standing. The saiyan was actually quite impressed. He had met humans, and knew how weak most of them were. He sensed no chi manipulation from this human, and he was still standing under a gravity ten times what he was used to, and while exhausted at that.
This human had some serious potential.
"That's him. I'll take him off of your hands now."
Before the overseer could even open his mouth to object, the saiyan had passed him a bag filled with more than enough money to pay for one slave. The overseer looked dumbfounded for a moment, then immediately pulled out a device, which he waved at the confused slave.
The slave's stomach erupted in fire, and his knees gave way as the device was waved at him. He felt something crawl out of his stomach and up his throat. After a moment, he threw up a copious amount of blood and a black device, which he recognized as the slave controller.
The slave felt himself once again picked up, but this time he couldn't make himself focus on who was holding him. He eventually gave up the struggle, and passed out.

:2 Weeks later:
"So, he was able to locate the survivor?"
"Yes milord. He located the only surviving human, and was able to remove him without incident."
"Good."
"Milord, if you don't mind my asking, why are you so interested in such a small incidence?"
The ruler of over several hundred billion stood up, and walked to the window, gazing out at his capital city.
"I'm interested because things like this have been happening too often. Soldier's who've sworn their loyalty to me abandoning their oaths for marginal gain. If I don't do something now, the events won't be so small next time. Instead of only 14 people, it could be well over a hundred, or a thousand. I won't have that. These people are under my rule, and therefore, my protection."
He moved back to his seat, and sank into its padded depths, anger showing through his eyes.
"Create a new branch of the army."
"Milord?"
"You heard me. I want a new branch of the army created, whose job is to police planets for things like this. These criminals have been doing this because we can't mobilize our forces fast enough to stop them. This new branch will be used for just that purpose. Small units, able to move fast with little warning time."
"Yes milord, it will be done."
The aide left, the automatic doors closing behind him with a small hiss.
Kadar, supreme ruler of the Empire, raised his hand before his face, and slowly clenched it into a fist.
"No more. These attacks against citizens of my empire will stop now."
After a moment, he relaxed and lowered his hand, and looked once again at the file of the one human who had survived the mines of Zeran.
"And I think this human will be the perfect candidate for this new branch of the army."

End prologue.

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