Days Earlier...
"Okay boys, you all know the drill." Said a man. This man was dressed in Royal Saiyan attire. As a matter of fact, this Saiyan was none other than Prince Tarble. He was pacing down a line of 10 other men. These men, were the last of the Saiyans.
"We were once a proud warrior race. We stood mighty over the rest of the universe. And then Frieza came along. Taking us as prisoners. Using us to do his dirty work. And then one day, he betrayed us. He killed millions of us. Countless lives were taken that day, and now we are all that remain. But today, we take back what once was ours!
Kabba, the plan, please. "
The taller man in the middle stepped out, a holographic projector in hand. He then pressed a green button, starting up the machine. A small, green planet showed up on the projector.
"This, is Planet Namek. A small green planet in the Northern Quadrant. We have received word that our lost Prince, Vegeta, is taking refuge on this planet. We have also received word that Frieza is there. We have decided to send a small attack force down to this Planet Namek. You 10, will be that attack force. Among you will our proud leader, Prince Tarble."
A loud gasp could be heard from the small task force. "Relax boys, this was his choice." The room was once again quiet.
Tarble stepped up in front again,
"Kabba, Kohlra, Kurrat, Daikin, and Taro. You are the Alpha Squad. You five will remain in the ship until I give the signal. Cyclone, Onius. You two will come with me. We are to return Prince Vegeta. After that, we will call in Alpha Squad. Do not engage Frieza. That is Alpha Squad's job. Once we have defeated Frieza, we will return to base on Zicor. Am I clear?"
"Sir yes sir! " They all answered in unison.
" What do we do if you don't... send the signal?" Kurrat asked hesitantly. Everyone knew what he meant.
" If I am to fall in battle, then do not attempt to rescue us in any way. You are to leave immediately. Do I make myself clear? "
"Y-yes, sir." The man said.
" And if Prince Vegeta is to fall in battle, Sire?" A younger man with scraggly hair, by the name of Daikin asked.
"Then we all die." Tarble said plainly.
Daikin then looked to the floor, regretting signing himself into the task force. He was young. The youngest of all of them, to be exact. His parents were gone long before he was picked up by the last of the Saiyans.
His sister had fallen three missions prior to this one. They had gathered intelligence that Prince Vegeta had been spotted on the forest moon of Rodon. It ended up being a trap. They lost 12 comrades that day.
He sometimes wondered, if his sister had lived, that the Saiyan race might not have been doomed to extinction. Besides her, there were no other female Saiyans...
He then realized that he was trailing off, and had missed several minutes of the briefing. He resumed listening in, hoping to catch something important he had missed.
"-and Daikin," He quickly looked towards his Prince. "You will be leading this mission."
"But sire, I am only-"
"I know, Daikin." Tarble interrupted.
"You are much younger than the rest of us. I also know that ever since the death of your sister, you have avoided the action. We understand that her death was traumatic, but I see great potential in you." Tarble gave him a warm smile at that.
Tarble always spoke about what he saw in him. He had seen his tactics In battle, and knew from the get go that he was gifted in the realm of Battle Tactics.
That's why he had always been on the front lines, giving the commands. You see, they weren't just a group of Saiyans. They went all over the galaxy, searching for any survivors of the once powerful Saiyan race. Their mission was to round up an army, so that together, they would defeat Frieza, and avenge the Saiyan race. They conquered, defeating nearly everything they encountered.
But this mission was going to be different.
It wasn't a raid, or a pillage. It was a risk. A win or lose. This was completely different from every other time. They didn't have a plan. They didn't know what to expect. This was Frieza. All they knew, was that they had been waiting for this day for 15 long years.
Cyclone, his best friend, and his mentor, had taught him a great deal about the time before Frieza and the Planet Trade Organization. He spoke of great battles. Wars waged across whole galaxies. Stories his father had told him of.
The restoration of all of that, rode on one goal:
Return Prince Vegeta.
If they could do that, they would be unstoppable. They had heard of Prince Vegeta's great triumphs.
He had stared death in the face and laughed. Whole armies were reduced to rubble by the Prince.
Now all they had to, was wait.
It was warm. Much warmer than the cold dark ship they were used to living in. They felt the soft dirt of Namek beneath their boots.
'What a fine place to die.' Kurrat thought.
He was shorter than most of his teammates. He had long, silky black hair, usually hiding his left eye. He didn't use his left eye much anymore. It had a long thin scar going from top to bottom of it. He thought of it as a symbol of his arrogance, a reminder of his failure to do as he was told. He remembered that day.
They were on a scavenge. They were low on rations, and had only a few days worth of food left. There weren't any fueling stations, or even a small pit stop moon like they would usually visit. So they decided to stop on a small red planet in the outer rim.
Unbeknownst to the 25 man group of Saiyans, was that this planet belonged to Cooler. They were ambushed upon landing, losing 7 comrades in the process. The remaining 18 were lucky to have escaped with their lives.
Kurrat had been up in the front lines, defending the group as they returned to their ship. He had suddenly been on his own, his closest friends being murdered right in front of him. He had been ordered to retreat to the ship, so that they could quickly jump to hyperspeed and escape. But just before disembarking, his brother, Turrin, was shot though the chest, killing him instantly.
That was the last straw. He no longer cared about escaping. He wanted to avenge his fallen comrades. He fired a blast of ki at a fuel cannister near the enemy's front line. It had created a larger explosion than he had expected, fling rocks and dust through the air. One rock had flown right into him, skinning his eye as he attempted to dodge it.
He could no longer see out of that eye, for it had been too heavily damaged. He was forced to retreat to the ship, barely escaping with his life.
He promised that this time, it would be different. There would be no retreats. No casualties. And if they were to fail, he would face death proudly, defending his honor until his last dying breath.
He would avenge his comrades.
"Banin, Jek," Tarble began. "Scout ahead, find Prince Vegeta, and do not engage. Keep your scouter cameras on, we're gonna need that surveillance feed. Am I clear?" The ruler asked.
"Yes sir." They each responded.
"Remember to surpress your ki so they don't detect you."
The two then rocketed off in the direction of the high power level they assumed to be Frieza. As they approach, the screens inside the Saiyan's ship flashed to life, a sign that the scouters had been turned on.
"We're live, boys." The sarcastic Taro said.
His face quickly turned to that of horror as the gruesome sight on the screen appeared.
"S.. Sire..." He hesitated.
"You might want to take a look at this..."
"What is it, Taro?" Their Prince said as he turned his head toward the screen. His face turned pale, as if he had seen a ghost.
"I... impossible." He said. The terrible picture he was looking was looking at, was none other than the Prince of Saiyans himself.
Only he wasn't winning.
"Well, Vegeta. I've grown quite bored. I believe it is time we say our good-byes, don't you? " He smirked.
"Quickly! Cyclone, Onius. With me!" Said a scared Tarble. The three Saiyans then touched two fingers to their foreheads. And then, they vanished.
"Frieza!" A determined yet scared Tarble said.
"Unhand him at once! "
The scouter feed was picking up every second of the bout. Everyone in the control room was shocked.
"Are you challenging me... Monkey?" The Demon asked.
"If that is what it takes, then I will defeat you, or die trying!" The Prince said as he rocketed off towards the icy tyrant.
The three Saiyans that had initiated the fight, where now lining up to be executed.
"I'm sorry, Niisan, I failed you." The Prince said.
"I can't take it anymore!" Taro said to his squad.
"We have to get in there and help them!"
He was now standing, his knuckles white from clenching his fists.
"You know we can't do that, Taro!" Kurrat retorted, knowing that the man was right. But he would not go against the orders of their respective Prince.
"Daikin, " Taro said, eyes beginning to water, "You're the Squadron leader. Tell him! You know we can't just leave them!" Taro was now crying.
'How?' Daikin thought.
'How could this have gone so horribly wrong?'
They then heard a horrible zinging sound from the large screen. They looked on in horror as the image of their long time friend, brother, and comrade, Cyclone, fell to the ground, dead.
The sound came again. This time, killing their comrade Onius. Daikin, the youngest of them all, collapsed on the ground, crying, slamming his fists against the metal floor, denting it.
Only Kohlra and Kabba were left to watch the death of their proud ruler.
"Alright, Kohlra. Start up the ship. We're leaving." Kabba said.
"Y-yes, sir" The pilot said.
But as he pressed the buttons, initiating the launch, nothing happened.
"Kohlra? I said get us out of here."
"I.. I can't sir. The engines are malfunctioning."
"G... guys. You might want to take a look at this." Kurrat said, pointing to the large screen.
"What.. is that.. Prince Vegeta?"
Daikin looked up at the screen, only to see the last Prince of Saiyans engulfed in a Godly light.
"I am death, brought to life."
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