Chapter 1: A Saiyan Named Ace
Even before the name Kakarot or Goku was uttered by anyone, there was a Saiyan called Ace. He was the first one to be sent to Earth to destroy it, but like Goku, he failed in his endeavor. Not only had he botched his mission, but also managed to find himself utterly immobile, encased in a thick sheet of ice.
No one would come for him and no one would miss him on his home Planet Vegeta. Instead, he was forgotten, forever a lost member of the Saiyan race. Many decades would pass before he would ever walk. As if he were a prisoner to fate, he was not allowed to breathe, not allowed to blink, not allowed even to think.
His time would come when least expected. In a time when Kid Buu was long defeated and Earth enjoyed a longer than usual peace, this was when the ice began to melt. As is a natural occurrence with ice, it will eventually melt and today would be the day when Ace was reawakened.
He found himself on expansive tundra and the temperature was perhaps a little warmer that what was usual for the environment. Of course to a Saiyan, such subtleties made no difference. Ace's coal black eyes looked up to the afternoon sun scrunching at its brilliance. The sun's rays reverberated off the icy surface of the tundra and became a nearly blinding light.
He stood in the warmth of the sun for a while as his wet Saiyan armor began to dry along with his limp, dampened tail. For a moment, he was mesmerized by the scene around him. The white of the ice contrasted sharply with the cloudless azure sky. Ace couldn't remember ever being privy to such striking images on his home planet—he knew he was on some foreign planet.
Yes, the memories came rushing back to him. His mission; that was his foremost thought. It was the entire reason he was on this planet—to eradicate all life forms on Earth so that it could be ready for sell.
Yet even as his mind passed over these thoughts, somehow he knew that such an endeavor would prove fruitless. The one thing he wanted to know for certain was: where was his ship. All Saiyan ships had a built in tracking device. A remote that could then utilize this feature was given to the ships occupant if they were old enough make use of it. Ace had been eighteen years old when he was sent on this mission—he had a remote. Miraculously, like him, the remote had survived the long years in the icy prison. He soon fished said remote out of his pocket and pressed the solitary button that would alert the ship and bring it forth.
Ace heard a low rumbling beneath his feet and knew instinctively that the sound was, in fact, coming from the ship. He waited for long minutes, but nothing more occurred. With a sigh, Ace decided on his next course of action. He walked over to the icy edge of the flattened iceberg he was standing on and shot face first into the cold water. Enhanced by his crafty use of ki, he swiftly dove down to the sea bottom where his ship laid. One look at the rusting space pod and Ace knew that it was completely useless unless he could get his hands on some new parts. Even if he could he had no idea how to repair it properly.
Now he realized that he was stranded. A sudden sense of despondency weighed heavily on his shoulders just as he broke the water's surface. Who would he report to? Better yet, where would he live? How would he survive?
One thing was for certain, this planet was his only means of survival. Destroying its inhabitants seemed almost ludicrous at this point—a realization that comforted him rather that frustrated him. Perhaps this dilemma he found himself in was a blessing in the skies.
He glided slowly into the sky taking in the magnificent landscape one last time before zooming off into the world before him.