Year 242, Yunzabit Heights

A hundred meters over the Yunzabit Heights, a large, ovular spaceship reduced its speed in preparation for landing. Inside, a green child listened intently to a voice coming out of a speaker in front of his seat.

"Passenger," the machine crackled in Namekian, "You will arrive at Earth in 60 seconds. You must stay here for at least three years. After that, you will be permitted to go back to Namek, as the drought will most likely have ended by then."

The young Namekian eagerly stood up from his seat, hopping up on his chair to get a closer view. It looked almost like the database pictures of Namek. Like Namek, it was a hilly area with many large plateaus. However, everything seemed to be the wrong color. The grass was green and the sky was black. Furthermore, there didn't appear to be a sun on this planet, and there were no lakes in sight.

The ship's lights automatically lit up, and a sleeping herd of yaks was illuminated. The noise of the ship's thrusters woke them up, and they fled the area. The green child in the ship leaned forward to get a better look. He put his hands on the dashboard of the ship, unwittingly mashing the controls.

"Danger. Danger," the speakers crackled, "Ship thrusters turned off. Landing in 3."

The Namekian got back in his chair.

"Two"

He reached for his seatbelt, but fumbled.

"One"

He cowered in his seat, covering his head and hoping he didn't die.

As the spaceship crashed down on its landing gear, the impact propelled the Namekian child out of his chair, through the window, and onto the ground. He landed on the side of his head and drove two meters through the grass until coming to a halt. The Namekian felt a splitting pain before passing out.

A young green child woke up in a gash of dirt with a horrible headache and not the faintest idea of where, who, or why he was. Upon seeing the egg where the gash in the earth pointed to, he stumbled to his feet and limped away in terror of the monster lying before him.

Wobbling as he walked, the green boy tried to make sense of his surroundings. Without any memories, he was solely using his instincts. 'Pain bad,' he thought. He cleared his throat and said, "Need liquid. Where is liquid?" As he walked further and the pain receded, he added another thought to his collection. 'It's too cold', he realized as he walked further. 'I wish it was warmer.' As he went even further from the monster egg, he began to notice something on his bare leg besides the cold. A feel that was somehow making the cold even less tolerable. He racked his damaged brain for a moment, before he decided that what he felt was what he was searching for. 'Water, water,' he thought joyfully.

It was a small stream of clear flowing water that he felt. The little green boy had waded halfway into the stream before his pain had subsided by enough to feel the water. He got down on his hands and knees, wincing at secondary pains in his elbow, knee, and hip. However, his instincts prevailed over the pain, and he put his head down to lap up the water. He put his left knee in front of him and pushed to move back to an upright position. As he got up, however, a sharp pain in his left knee materialized, thwarting his plans to stand. With his knee still throbbing, and his head still spinning, he summoned all his remaining strength to roll to the other side of the river. Once he was out of the water, he passed out again.

When he woke up, the green boy saw a warm-looking light in the blue sky, almost right above him. While it was not as cold as it had been when he passed out, it was still chilly, and his wet clothes did not help. On the plus side, the pain in the knee felt much less sharp, and his head was throbbing instead of spinning now. The green boy took his clothes off and lay them gently on the grass to dry them out. After that, he took another long gulp of water. While he drank, he noticed something else about his environment: It was windy. The wind blew past him, chilling his bones and making his flesh vibrate. He looked at his clothes, but fortunately, they were too wet to be blown away by the wind. 'Shelter,' he thought.

For the entire day, the green boy scraped a hole in the hard, rocky earth with his bare hands. By the time it was finished, the sun was low in the sky and he was bored. 'What to do?' he thought, looking around for a distraction. He noticed a goat nibbling on grass on the other side of the alpine meadow, and proceeded to imitate it. The grass tasted horrible, but he evidently needed to eat it. After all, the thing in front of him was. In fact, he now noticed that there were some more goats doing the same thing. When he lifted his head, one of the goats stared at him. When he put his head back down to the grass, they did the same.

When the goats eventually moved away from the meadow, the green boy followed it, taking his now-dry clothes with him. He felt the need to stay with the other living being for safety. When the goat lay down to rest, he nestled down next to it, to shelter from the wind. Once he was comfortably situated, his mind wandered, and he began to ponder who he was.

'Everything surrounding me feels weird. The grass doesn't look right, the sky doesn't look right. I must eat grass here, but all I really feel like eating is water. I look completely different from the life here. I don't have hooves or fur or horns, like everyone else. It's almost like I'm from another world…'

He recalled a word in Namekian that fit him perfectly.

'Piccolo.'