From the Ashes of Extinction

"Squash one, and another comes crawling out of the wall!"

            -Cell

Prologue

            How?  I have asked this question of myself for the past decades.  How could an entire population be wipe out in only a night?  A race of people, who wanted nothing but peace, that was mercilessly snuffed out.  The dodo of earth, the Changeling race to the last of my recollection, and my people, all extinct.  Being the first in that group, we never knew what was coming when it happened.  I can remember it like yesterday.

            My ship had just landed on the pad of the central science base on my home world, Planet Plant.  My crew and I had just come from an observation mission of the planet earth.  As I stepped out from the ship, there was my commanding officer outside, waiting for a report.

            "Well, Turlet," he said walking to me, "how was the observation?"

            "Fine," I answered, "this 'earth' is a habitable planet with a variety in elements and people.  We could see they have a knack for technology, although they are not as advanced as us."

            "Do you think we should make contact with them?"

            "No.  From my observations, they would grow paranoid, and we could possibly set about a de-civilization.  Maybe in a few decades, although, I hope we can contact them.  I am actually eager to witness their growth."

            I could see a grim face on him.  Something had happened or was happening.

            "Actually, I'm glad you back," he said.  "We need your expertise in psycho manipulation."

            "Psycho manipulation?  You mean the use of telekinetic energy to enhance power?  I thought we had banned the study when we found it too dangerous."

            "We need it more than ever now.  The Saiyans have decided to attack."

            "Huh?  Now?  What would possess them to attack now?"

            "You know them.  They will fight for any reason.  Right now, we have the upper hand.  The tactical force believes they are attempting to use the cover of night as an edge, but there is a full moon out."

            "Then why do you need an expert in psycho manipulation?  I quit that field when we banned it."

            "Most of the people who studied the field are dead now.  You are the only one who has the knowledge.  We are going to take care of the Saiyans for the last time.  You said once that you developed a way to give a person psycho-kinetic powers."

            "Yes," I hesitantly said, "by using a Saiyan DNA based composite to increase neural energy, but isn't that the whole reason we discontinued the study?  The fact is that Saiyan DNA can be potentially dangerous if spliced with our own, especially in the area of the brain."

            "But, it can be done," he emphasized.

            "Yes, but the process would take decades to complete.  Some one would have to volunteer to have the composite mutate their brain cells.  Even if that happened, there is no telling how powerful the person would be.  The power would range from utensil bending to galactic wide manipulation."

            "We need to take that chance.  The Saiyans will eventually overcome us, if given time.  We've already loaded up the equipment in your ship.  You are to find a planet to conduct the project."

            I looked inside my ship.  The crew had just finished putting the equipment in it.  They walked out and started for the lower levels of the base.  I paused for a while.  While it was true that I had studied the subject of synaptic manipulation, this was a little overwhelming.  Combining the energy levels of a Saiyan with the intellect of my own race was asking for much.  My ethics started to kick in, but the fascination of what I could do with this pushed me forward.

            "I would need a Saiyan's DNA to base the composite."

            "We've already done that.  We acquired the DNA when one of our own troops was fighting one of them.  He managed to make him bleed, so after the Saiyan was gone, we used his blood to create this composite.  The troop said the Saiyan called himself Vegeta…or something like that.  He wants to rename the planet to his own name, but we will show him, right?"

            He reached into his pocket and took out a vile of red liquid.  Obviously, it was the composite.  After he handed it to me, I looked at it closely.  Again, I wondered if mixing Tuffle DNA with that of a Saiyan was right, but the sheer curiosity of what could be accomplished again pushed me forward.

            "Right, as soon as my crew is ready, we will…"

            Then it happened.  A huge explosion came from the right.  Both of us turned around and tried to find what had caused it.  What we saw was unbelievable.  A huge ape-like creature was firing beams of energy from it mouth, each destroying at least one building.  My commanding officer shoved me into the ship and started to press a code on the keypad just outside the entrance. 

            "There's no time!  Get to another planet!"

            The entrance closed as I got up from the sudden push.  I hurried to the cockpit only to see the ground lowering.  My commanding officer must have entered an auto pilot code.  It only took a minute for the ship to reach the upper atmosphere.  I looked out from the cockpit.  There were explosions everywhere.  I could tell cities were being wiped out in them.  People were dying in only a matter of seconds.  Something then entered my body.  Anger. 

            "Those Saiyans!  What did we ever do to you?!"

            As the ship was leaving orbit, I could see the explosions had stopped.  A sudden gleam of hope rushed over me.  Had they fended off the Saiyans?  I used the computer to scan for any Tuffle person's bio-signature.  To my disappointment, there were none.  Then I felt alone.  I was the last one.  Nobody to even procreate with.  After several hours of grief, I looked at the equipment my crew had loaded.  In my hand was the composite.  One person could do the whole operation.  I made my choice.

            Now, the process is complete, and the results are far greater than expected.  Not only has my mind gained power, but also so has my body.  I have been on a desolate planet while in cryogenic freeze for the past few decades.  During that mutation period, I could sense what had happened to the Saiyans, or rather what was left of them.  Now is the time to strike.  My people will not have died in vain.  Committing genocide may have been a crime on Plant, but that is gone now.  I will finish the job Frieza had failed to do:  kill them all!