AN: Hello, and welcome to the third story my cluttered mind has produced an idea for. This is a DBZ/Naruto crossover, although it is mainly based in the Narutoverse, and perhaps the occasional scene or mention from the DBZverse. This is only a short explanation chapter, to let you know how things started in this story.
"Those filthy monkeys have made a mockery of us for the final time. With this, utter perfection, we will eliminate them once and for all."
Frieza, his father, and his brother. All three were gathered around a single, small glass tank, and within it was a small baby surrounded by green goo. It was their final hope, an artificially grown Frost Demon that was built from the best genetics in all their species. Strands of DNA from their best warriors, and their best scientists, were woven together within the subject. Of course, Frieza, King Cold, and Cooler had all mixed in their own genetics, as while they were all similar, they each had unique qualities and varying strengths.
"Yes, little brother. It is only too bad that for our plan to work, it had to look like a Saiyan in appearance." Cooler spoke, though he admired the infant, feeling the raw power as it built within the small frame. Power that already rivaled his own base form. "No worries, my children. When ready, our little warrior will shed its Saiyan form, and display its true beauty."
King Cold was pleased with the success of their ultimate project, especially after how long it had taken for the breakthrough in technology to be made. Creating a perfect warrior from so many genetic strands had not been easy, and it was a nightmare in all honesty. The truth was, their artificial creation had not been made solely from the genetics of Frost Demons. His children, Frieza and Cooler, were far too young and proud to admit such a thing, but with his age and wisdom, he understood that they simply couldn't stand up to the Super Saiyans. With their genes alone, they would never be able to make a perfect warrior, capable of destroying the miserable monkeys who bested them.
So, he had gathered DNA from Vegeta, the Saiyan Prince himself, as all of their soldiers had records and blood on file for a variety of projects. That was where the Saiyan appearance had come from, and he had no doubt that it would look like Vegeta when it aged. Along with that, he found himself interested in the Namekian abilities. To fuse with another, survive on only water, and regenerate limbs that were destroyed, would all come in handy, and so he had taken it upon himself to acquire some 'samples' of their strongest. He wasn't confident in how many traits of each added species would be gained, especially if they added too many, so he kept it to only Frost Demons, Vegeta, and a few Namekians, to raise the odds.
He didn't understand their ability to fuse, and therefore doubted it would be inherited, and the survival on only water was average odds considering the Saiyan blood, but he had high hopes for the regeneration of limbs. Nonetheless, his highest hope was that they would gain the ability to unlock their enemies greatest weapon for their own use. Super Saiyan. If that could become a weapon for themselves, the Saiyans would never stand a chance. It was only a matter of time, and then they would have their little warrior infiltrate the Saiyans.
Posing as a Saiyan survivor, a relative of Vegeta, they would train under the Saiyans and grow in power. They would learn the strengths and weaknesses of the Z Fighters, and then destroy them. Finally, glorious victory would become theirs, and they would be unchallenged once again. As they all shared this thought, malicious grins crossed the faces of the Frost Family. Everything was coming along perfectly.
And then utter Hell broke loose.
Sirens went off all throughout their base, blaring and warning of a sudden threat. Henchmen rushed everywhere, checking consoles and searching for the source of the sudden danger. Finally, it was discovered, and a frightened look crossed the face of the technician who found it. "It's a black hole!"
Now, the Frost Demons may be strong, but even they feared the power of a black hole. Nothing that went through ever came back, and for them, that might as well mean death. Worried, they looked to their ultimate project. Their last hope of annihilating the Saiyan threat. "Quickly, secure the project and evacuate! Now!" King Cold commanded them, as him and his sons quickly fled the base, flying to a safe distance.
In a hurry, scientists and technicians worked on safely disconnecting the growth tank they had the hybrid in, so it could be ejected safely from the base. But they had run out of time, and the screech of metal could be heard as the structure of the lab was torn apart by the sheer gravitational force of the black hole. Along with it, the staff was pulled in and while trying to cling to something, or fly away, they were quickly killed by the vacuum of space, the oxygen ripped forcefully from their lungs. All hope had been lost when the growth tank was soon sucked away, lost within the black hole. They had lost their project, their perfect warrior, after so many years had been spent on its development and growth.
Where had the black hole come from? How had they not detected it sooner? Why, of all times, had it formed right when victory was closest to them? They had no answers, and now, virtually no hope. They had lost everything in their hopes for the project, and it was lost forever.