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Chapter 2: The purge

Somewhere in Frieza's vast empire, on a planet known only as #57, two members of the Planet Trade Organization had gathered in an empty storage room. One was a tall and muscular human-like alien with long red hair, named Lakeeme. The other was an alien with an elongated head, and purple skin with yellow dots, named Peorr. Both were wearing orange and black colored variants of the standard issue armor of the PTO, but they were not wearing scouters. Lakeeme now closed the door of the room, but not before making sure there was no-one else nearby in the corridor. Peorr then demanded to know if he was out of his mind. His colleague told him to calm down and just listen to what he had to say. Lakeeme then began explaining why he was using all this secrecy. He had learned from their planet commander that the recent news message of the destruction of the Saiyan home world by a large comet was false. Instead, Frieza himself had been responsible for the planet's demise. Peorr, although surprised by this reveal, admitted he really did not see the significance of this. Frieza had blown up planets before. Lakeeme continued that he, as a medical assistant, had witnessed the significant increase in power several Saiyans had experienced after they had been healed. If there was one race he knew of that had the potential to one day destroy Frieza, it was them. Peorr, now being alarmed at what he was hearing, told Lakeeme he would be executed if anyone else heard him say that.

Lakeeme told him he was right, but also reminded Peorr that he did not know what it was like to be one of the last of one's kind. Peorr's home planet had been annexed by Frieza, and his race spared because they made good foot soldiers. But Lakeeme's own race had been decimated, since only the mutants of the race had been considered useful to Frieza. The Saiyans had now been exterminated, most likely because Frieza also knew of their potential. Since the Saiyans were now too an endangered species, Lakeeme admitted he felt a kind of kinship towards them. That was why he was planning on finding any surviving Saiyans, and helping them, so that one day they could beat Frieza together. Peorr now dryly asked Lakeeme if he had fallen on his face or something. He continued by pointing out to Lakeeme that the reports indicated only three Saiyans had survived the destruction. One of them was the prince Vegeta, who was practically lord Frieza's pet. It was simply not possible that Lakeeme could help them escape the reach of Frieza. But Lakeeme had something else in mind. He had also heard the rumor that Frieza had been manipulating mission schedules to ensure that most Saiyans would be on the planet at the time of the destruction. The remaining ones who were off planet, and who Frieza did not plan to keep alive, would be killed by his most elite henchmen. Lakeeme was sure that some of them would be sloppy enough to leave a few Saiyans alive without realizing it. His plan was to find those that were left alive, and he needed Peorr's help to find a suitable place to hide them until the time was right.

It turned out that Lakeeme had been correct with his prediction. On a planet that had recently been targeted to be cleared of all its inhabitants, a lone Saiyan warrior named Korat awoke to find himself buried in rubble. With a quick aura burst, he managed to sling the rocks aside and he could see daylight again. He had relatively short hair for a Saiyan. It was pure black and most of it was standing on end. His armor consisted of the standard black configuration with two shoulder plates and three waist plates, which were colored teal. Apart from a few scratches, it was completely intact.

It was a mystery to Korat what had happened to him. The last thing he could remember was that he was fighting alongside his squad in their Great Ape forms. Before that, he had launched a fake moon, a Power Ball into the sky, which had made him and his squad transform. But he was not in the transformed state anymore. He quickly checked to see if he still had his tail. It was still there, so that wasn't the problem. He then searched the sky. There was no ball in sight. That could mean two things. Either several hours had passed and the ball's energy had depleted, or someone had deliberately destroyed it. Korat had a feeling the latter had happened. He didn't see why else he would have no memory of what had happened to him, as he normally could remember everything he did while being transformed. A sudden halt in the source of Blutz Waves was probably what caused this loss of memory. Now, the most important thing he had to do was figure out where the other members of his squad were. After many years of fighting as a common soldier, Korat had recently been appointed as squad leader. This had been his first mission as squad leader, and until now everything had gone relatively smoothly. Now it seemed that something had gone terribly wrong. Korat began to believe that he might not have what it takes to be squad leader. Perhaps the members of the squad had betrayed him and left him for dead. Maybe he had been a bit too uptight with them. It seemed unlikely to him that this was the case, but until he found his squad, he could only guess.

Although most battles that had been fought to annihilate the Saiyan race were over by now, on another planet, one was still going on. The first class warrior Aripa had taken up a mission to conquer a planet with her girl squad. Aripa was a young woman with sharp eyes and spiky hair in an asymmetrical style. She belonged to a noble blood-line that was separate from that of King Vegeta. Her father, who held the title of duke, was the head of her family. Aripa wore a special white and red-violet colored armor piece, with her family crest on the left side of her chest. She now stood face to face with an elite bounty hunter under Frieza's employ. His name was Burter. He had caught her squad off guard, just minutes ago, when he had suddenly appeared on top of a ruined building. They had just reverted back to their normal forms, as the fake moon had depleted, and so they had had no time to recover their strength. Burter had first gone after Melanya and Canra. He had killed Canra first with a punch that had gone straight through her ribcage. Right after that, he had killed Melanya by snapping her neck. He had then insisted that the number of Saiyans he had personally killed was now seventy-one.

Right now, the tall and blue skinned warrior claimed that he was the fastest being in the galaxy, in order to taunt Aripa. However, Aripa had a feeling this wasn't over just yet. Her strength as a first class warrior far surpassed that of her squad members. After giving a quick demonstration of his speed, Burter barely managed a defense as Aripa charged directly at him without a warning. After dodging a few punches, he took the last one squarely in the face. But Aripa backed down as soon as she saw the punch had had no effect at all.

Confident in his ability to finish her off at any time he wanted, Burter began telling her about the reason he attacked her; Frieza intended to get rid of the Saiyan race. Aripa then refuted his statement, claiming that Frieza needed the Saiyans to keep the Planet Trade Organization going, as it was too much for his petty minions Zarbon and Dodoria to handle by themselves. But then Burter revealed that Frieza had a different plan. The entire Saiyan army was to be replaced by a single elite force consisting of only five members. He himself had been offered a position on this team. Aripa refused to believe him. She couldn't, because that would mean that those five members were just as powerful as the bulk of her race. Defeating one of these members by herself would, in that case, be virtually impossible.

Without a warning, Burter vanished right in front of her. His movement was so fast that she could not track it. Before she could respond, he appeared behind her and delivered a powerful kick to her back, which made her armor crack. She stumbled forward for a bit, before regaining her footing. She ignored the pain of multiple broken ribs, and decided to launch a counter-attack. She quickly fired a red energy blast at her enemy. Burter dodged it with ease and then countered with several rapid punches. He finished by slamming her head with his elbow. Aripa was knocked out and fell to the ground. The blue skinned warrior promptly flew up into the air and intended to finish her off with an energy wave volley. He then directed around thirty small energy blasts downwards to Aripa.

When the dust and smoke cleared, her body was gone and Burter commended himself on this easy victory, while striking a pose. He then made his way back to his space pod and promptly left the planet. However, something had happened, which the overconfident Burter hadn't noticed. A figure had leapt from the shadows and had taken Aripa's body just after the first few blasts had hit. It was a humanoid alien with long red hair that was about as tall as Burter. Lakeeme now held Aripa in his arms. He listened carefully and could hear her still breathing. Without wasting time, he flew back to his own ship, and carried her along the way. After attaching her to the life-support system of his two-person ship, he returned to the battlefield to look for more survivors. It wasn't long before he found the dead bodies of two other Saiyan women. He assured himself that despite this, his trip hadn't been for nothing. At least one of the three had survived.

Some time later, he set down his ship onto one of the landing platforms of planet #57. He needed to get her in a recovery tank, but he had to do it without the other base personnel realizing it was in fact a Saiyan that he was carrying. Therefore, he covered her up with a blanket and made sure her tail was not visible. Lakeeme then pretended as if nothing special was going on, while he walked through the numerous corridors of the facility. He explained to one of the guards he encountered that he was taking this wounded soldier to the medical wing. This general explanation appeared to suffice, because he was allowed to go about his business. Once Lakeeme reached the recovery tanks, he chose one of the older models in the back in order not to attract too much attention. He then removed the cracked armor chest piece from her body, and proceeded to remove the rest of her uniform. He supposed it was a good thing she was unconscious, as otherwise she probably would have tried to fight him for this, and thus she would have attracted far too much attention. After opening one of the tanks, he carefully placed her naked body inside, and attached her to the breathing apparatus and other equipment.

Just as he had sealed the tank and initiated the submersion, someone else entered the room, and closed the door again. Lakeeme turned around, and saw that it was Peorr. He looked nervous, and asked Lakeeme to tell him it wasn't a Saiyan in that tank behind him. Lakeeme responded that he had meant what he had said to him earlier. Peorr then looked around, making sure there was no-one in the vicinity, and gave Lakeeme a lecture. If the word got out that a Saiyan was being held here, Frieza would refocus his attention to this world. Once the Saiyan had been retrieved or killed, Frieza would likely force a restructuring of this outpost, or in a worst case scenario, terminate the outpost altogether. In any case, a lot of people would probably be killed, including the both of them. Lakeeme tried to reassure Peorr that he would do all he could to keep that from happening. He planned to take her away once she had been healed. Until then, he would not let anyone discover her.

On the deserted planet that Ullicu and the four other survivors had currently occupied, the mood was grim. Tidane had tried multiple times to contact planet Vegeta, but without any results. Tarnece had then assisted her, revealing in the process that he was somewhat skilled with technology. However, even he hadn't succeeded in getting a connection. This had led both of them to conclude that the only way to know for sure what had happened was to get back there. They now attempted to board their space pods to find out, but Ullicu blocked their path. He told them that he would rather blow up all their pods, than let them leave now to go back to their home planet. Ullicu was sure that Frieza would be expecting such a move. Going back now would just get them all killed. Tidane was frustrated enough to throw a punch at Ullicu, but he blocked it effortlessly, which surprised both Tidane and Tarnece. Ullicu then expressed his belief that all of them couldn't even hope to get past a Saiyan warrior, who had over fifty years of fighting experience.

Without further testing if this statement was true, Tarnece and Tidane decided to walk away from him to join the others. Sorra had been gathering fruits from the nearby forests, and was now roasting them on a fire. Chayandi was lying on the ground, with her eyes closed. Ullicu couldn't remember her having said a single word since they had arrived here. There was something about her calmness that reminded Ullicu of his wife Radesha. He wondered if she would be doing the same thing as Chayandi right now, if she had been here.

Even though Ullicu appeared somewhat calm; he was deeply worried about the future of the Saiyan race. The fact that their homeworld didn't respond could mean numerous things, but if one would also take in account Bardock's warnings and the shockwave, one would deem it very likely the planet was destroyed, or at least rendered lifeless. He could hardly believe that an event like this could have happened in a matter of minutes, while he had spent over fifty years living there. If the five of them were really the only ones left, it would be a very critical situation. Ullicu thought it would take about ten or more highly trained warriors in their Great Ape forms, to ever defeat Frieza. He could only guess because nobody was exactly sure how high Frieza's power level really was. However, he believed there was one certainty: they had to rely on teamwork, since no Saiyan would ever become strong enough to do the job on his or her own. Therefore, the more survivors there were, the bigger the chance was of succeeding in this goal.