Prologue
"What! The child was born with a power of 20.000? Impossible!"
"You!" The doctor turned to one of the guards standing near the door "Go get the king, tell him we've got a situation here!" The guard saluted, and left.
"Are they going to get rid of her?" The assistant doctor asked.
"I don't know for certain, we've suffered pretty heavy losses in the last battle."
"What about her parents?"
"Her mother died in childbirth, her father…" The head doctor started searching through the papers cluttering his desk. "Ah, yes, her father died in the Tuffle war."
The assistant sighed. "There have been so many orphans lately, with no one to take care of them." The grey head doctor nodded grimly. "I…"
At that moment the doors slid open, and an impatient king Vegeta entered. "This had better be important!" He glared at the doctors in front of him.
"Of course, my lord." The doctor bowed, before turning around to the computer and initiating a power reading. King Vegeta looked over the doctor's shoulder at the screen.
"Are you sure the machine isn't malfunctioning?"
"Yes, my lord. The other children have normal readings."
"Kill her." The king turned on his heels and prepared to leave. Once again, the door slid open. "Father, wait."
"What is it? Be quick about it, I've got other matters to attend to."
"We have suffered heavy losses in the war against the Tuffles; we can't afford to get rid of such power."
The king snorted. "She's too strong; she might turn on us in the future."
The prince smirked. "Then we just have to make sure she won't live that long."
The king mirrored his son's smirk. "I see, let's return to our private quarters." The king turned to the doctors "Let her live, for now." With that the doors slid open again and both king and prince left.
"You're one lucky baby, it appears you get to live another day." The child stirred slightly and continued sleeping.
"Coordinates X279Y405, planet Shimbra." An old saiyan muttered, inputting the data.
"Destination confirmed" The metallic voice of the computer sounded. Space pod S3 opened its hatch.
"Alright, who is gonna go in there?" The grey saiyan muttered, flipping through the clipboard in his hand. "What! They're sending a child? Not even an elite team was able to conquer that planet. It must be some mistake." He walked through the docking bay, still muttering. The other saiyans, used to his strange behaviour, ignored him.
Arriving at the nursery, he turned to one of the doctors "Is this correct? It says I'm supposed to pick up a baby for planet Shimbra."
"Ah, yes, that's correct. Follow me." Another saiyan, clad in a white coat answered.
"Has king Vegeta gone insane! A child will never be able to conquer a planet with average power of over 50.000!" The doctor ignored the mechanic's rant. "Here she is." The mechanic sputtered some more protests.
"Just point your scouter at her for a sec, will you." After throwing the doctor another sceptical look, he did as the doctor said. His eye watched the number on his scouter closely, looking in astonishment as it grew higher and higher. "24.308."
The mechanic was left speechless. Suddenly he tore the scouter from his eye. "This damn thing must be broken, there's no way that a mere baby could be stronger than an elite!"
The doctor grimaced. "It's not broken, that's how strong she is when she's calm." "When she's calm?" The mechanic whispered hoarsely. A grim nod from the doctor. "When she's distressed, it easily doubles."
The grey mechanic moved slowly through the docks, not really paying attention to anything besides his clipboard. The sudden bleeping noise coming from his scouter startled him, making him rush back to the control room.
In front of the huge screen, he immediately saw what the problem was. One of the space pods was caught in a meteor shower. The space pod, still on auto pilot, was swerving wildly to avoid the oncoming rocks, but to no avail. Dents were appearing in the outer frame, and multiple flashing lights to the right of the screen indicated that several shields had already failed. The mechanic shook his head sadly.
There was nothing more to be done for the saiyan inside that pod. Pulling up the data for that pod on another screen, his grim expression turned to a smile. "Well, that takes care of the super powered brat."
He nodded in satisfaction, before enabling the transmit function on his scouter. "Garca, send a message to the king, the super brat was caught in a meteor shower, impossible to survive."
A nasal voice drifted back through his scouter. "Understood." One of the saiyan guarding the docking area hurried grey saiyan was still watching the screen, his tail lashing behind him.
He saw the pod swerve left, and then right to avoid the rocks. It barely avoided a huge rock by shooting up, but that move only propelled the pod right into the path of an even larger meteorite. Both dreading and anticipating the clash, the old saiyan almost fell over when the screen was engulfed by a bright yellow light, leaving only empty space in its wake.
The area was littered with rubble, but the pod was nowhere to be seen. The earlier beeps had now converged into one long, drawn out sound, indicating that communications had been lost.