Deep in the dark depths of space, an ancient ship soared onward, with no notice as to where it was traveling. Through the cracked windshield a still face was visible. It rested with its chin in its chest. The eyes were frozen shut and showed no signs of life. Deep wounds, brought on by frostbite, crossed the face with random patterns. As the pod continued through the galaxy, the frozen figure remained still, unaware of where it was going. It sped through the rings of Saturn, shattering them, where they lie broken for an instant, then are drawn back together by the gravitational force. The small vessel made its way past Mars, and then curved around the Earth in a graceful arc.
As it entered the atmosphere of Planet Earth, shards of ice melted away in the growing friction. It sped on towards the surface, and crashed at the base of a mountain range, clearing all life, and blasting away the rock to form a perfect crater. Water from a nearby river began to slowly carve a stream as it leaked through the broken rock and into the pit.
Three years after the dramatic destruction of the horrific Majin Buu, life on Earth lived in happiness and serenity. In the Western City, Vegeta, the prince of the Saiyan Race, trained in a specially built chamber. The gravity inside the room was an astounding six-hundred times stronger than the Earth's own. As he jogged around the room, he pondered on recent years. He and Kakarotto had laid their fifteen-year rivalry to rest, and he himself admitted that Kakarotto is superior to him. Vegeta stopped running and began punching as fast and often as he could. During that crucial fight with Majin Buu, he was cast helplessly aside and rescued by that buffoon, Mr. Satan. The shame had yet to fade. He started launching fast kicks, each one slicing the air with a deafening screech. Had the fool's daughter not been a friend of the first son of Kakarotto, he surely would have attacked the man without a trace of hesitation. Stop that, thought the Prince, you have a family too. You shouldn't hurt the innocent. He continued to attack imaginary foes for nearly three hours. When he finished his morning routine and walked over to his bench, he found it straining under the weight of his towel.
Mopping sweat off his brow, he checked the time on the clock on the wall. The hour and minute hands were bending towards the ground. Vegeta smirked and carefully stretched palm outwards, targeting it carefully it. He fired a small ki blast that destroyed the clock with a loud, crash. Smiling to himself, he removed his weighted vest and dropped it on the bench as he left the room. As he closed the door, he heard the bench splinter and collapse.
Vegeta strode the hallways, wondering if he woke up the household. As he entered the kitchen, he glanced at the clock. It was nine AM. He looked around the room and saw his goal: the fridge. When he approached it, he saw Bulma had taped a note to it.
Dear Vegeta,
Trunks and I have gone to spend the weekend at Goku's house. There's coffee for you. I'll be back on Monday. Love, Bulma.
Vegeta quickly read the note and looked at the coffee pot. He poured himself a mug and sipped it carefully. He flinched at the taste and crushed the mug in his hand. He had been in terrible battles and been beaten to death, yet he would never find the attraction in coffee.
Well, I might as well pay Kakarotto a visit, thought the prince. It had been a year since they had last met, and that meeting was brief and awkward.
He changed into a t-shirt and a pair of jeans and left the house, not bothering to lock the doors. If anybody broke into his house, he would take their heads. He leapt up and flew off into the bright blue sky. As he jetted towards Goku's mountain home, he saw something peculiar streaking through the clouds. It looked like a meteor. He watched it as it sped down towards the Earth, and sawdust fly into the air as it landed. Clamped in curiosity's grasp, he changed course for where it had landed. He erupted in a blast of ki and sped off for it.
Vegeta found it in a deep crater, freshly gorged into the side of a snowy mountain. It had crashed through the glacier and a trickle of water was flowing smoothly down the scalloped slope. He dropped down to it, ankle deep in the icy water and grasped it firmly, his arms wrapped almost halfway around it's scarred surface. He lifted it easily and held it above his head. He rose and jetted off towards Goku's house.
Fifteen minutes later, Vegeta arrived at Goku's house. From the air, he could see Goku, Gohan, Goten, Trunks, Chi-Chi, and Bulma. They were sitting at a picnic table in the backyard, enjoying what seemed to be a nice lunch. Goku was the first to notice him. He looked up and saw Vegeta holding a saiyan ship.
"Vegeta! Where'd you get that?
"It came from space, idiot" replied the cold prince.
"Well, come down and open it!"
Vegeta dropped softly to the ground and placed the ship in front of him. It was then when he noticed the faded emblem on the door. It was a red moon, the ink wearing away leaving it scarred.
"It's a saiyan... A Saiyan Elite…" he whispered, touching the moon lightly with his palm. He wormed his fingers inside the small crease and tugged gently. Steam hissed as the cold air inside met the warm climate. Vegeta slowly pulled down the door, making the little ice that remained crack and break off. He looked inside the tiny ship. There was a frozen body inside, muscles bulging over its tall frame. It was wearing incredibly damaged armour, which was torn badly in most places. Vegeta realized instantly that it was dead. He grabbed the corpse by the arm and tugged. The ice around it cracked and the body flopped forward, out of the ship and onto the door. Vegeta lifted the stranger's head by grasping its hair, and saw its face for the first time. He stepped back, bumping into Goku, who was confused by Vegeta's sudden absence of poise and grace.
"It's Sedu!"