Dragon Ball Legends
Arc One: Cold War
Chapter Zero: Arrival
Five years. Five long years since the end of the Cell Games, the death of Son Goku, and the subsequent arrival of Bojack and his Galaxy Soldiers. Five long years of peace and prosperity for the Earth and all those who lived on it. Most lived comfortable lives during this time of peace, preferring to forget the horrors of yesterday. Others trained ceaselessly, preparing for the days that they would be needed again. And a select few sought to return to the normality that they had held so dearly.
All of them believed that Earth's troubles were gone.
…
They…were wrong.
High above the base Earth, in the place where God lived, three bolts of purple light could be seen descending from the sky. Dende—this world's current Guardian—watched the bolts descend, sweat trailing down his green brow.
"Saiyan pods?" He uttered as another figure—one much taller than he—approached him. "But Frieza and his family are all dead…"
"Perhaps not." The other figure—the Namekian once known as Kami, Piccolo, and Nail—spoke from behind him. "We never learned if he had any other relatives. And Vegeta has never been the most forthcoming about his time in the Cold Empire…"
The taller Namekian turned away from the edge of the Lookout, His pristine, white cape flowing in the wind. "But that hardly matters right now. Where are the others?"
Dende turned his gaze from the landing pods to the Earth below, eyes and mind searching for the world's greatest warriors. "Gohan's in school right now. Vegeta is at Capsule Corp, training, but I think he's already sensed it. Zangya is still at Mount Paozu, with Goten and Chi Chi. Krillin and Eighteen are at Kame House along with…Yamcha, apparently. Tien and Chiaotzu in the wilderness, and it looks like they're already trying to predict where the invaders will land. I…assume that you want me to warn them."
The Nameless Namekian nodded as a fiery white aura formed around his body as his feet left the ground. "I do."
Miles away. The mountain range outside of Satan City.
The pods landed with little fanfare. There was no explosion, no all destroying white light that scorched the surrounding area. They stopped mere inches from the ground, hovering in the air for a moment, then finally descending to the dirt. Moments later, the doors to all three of the pods opened, with three figures stepping out of them.
The first one to emerge was a Namekian, tall and grey-skinned, one of his eyes taking on an equally grey hue. He wore armor, similar to that of the forces of the Cold Empire, black and gold and with only a single shoulder pad. He wore no scouter, but in truth, he did not need to, as one of his eyes was cybernetic, carrying all of the functions of said devices, plus a few more.
The second figure was a woman—a Saiyan—wearing attire similar to her comrade, only with both shoulder pads and red coloring her outfit instead of gold. A meter-long blade was fixed to her back, resting just above the small of it. She—unlike her comrade—wore a scouter, one that covered both eyes and ears instead of just one of them. Her tail was wrapped around her waist, as black as her own hair and eyes.
The third figure was one of Frieza's own kind. Most of his body was obscured by a white cloak with a puffy collar, and what wasn't covered by that was concealed by the black uniform from the waist down. His head had two sets of horns: one set as black as the dome on his head, the other as grey as the bio-armor that protected his more vulnerable apple red flesh. Purple stripes lined the sides of his face just under his eyes, which glowed like twin blue supergiants.
"It seems that we've managed to avoid detection, my lord. The Earthlings didn't suspect a thing." The Saiyan spoke as the three invaders walked towards the edge of a cliff overlooking Satan City.
"The arrogant never do." The Arcosian spoke haughtily as he turned towards his Namekian comrade. "Bast, do you have the co-ordinates of the pods…and the Legend?"
The Namekian nodded, pressing a button on the gauntlet of his right hand. A holographic image of the planet flashed into existence in front of alien warrior, displaying three co-ordinates in different places across the globe. "I do, my lord."
"Excellent." The Arcosian turned to his Saiyan subordinate. "And what of you Letuica? What do the genetic scanners say?"
The Saiyan frown as the scouter made its usual beeping noises. "One living pureblood aside from the Legend. Aside from that, all other readings are displaying as halfbreeds…or less."
This time, the Arcosian frowned. "Or less?"
"A new reading, one that popped up around…three months ago. Might be related to the third pod reading in this planet's northern pole." Letuica explained.
"Intriguing…" The Arcosian uttered, his head turning skyward, as if searching for answers in distant, invisible stars far above. "Bast."
"Yes, lord Chillar?" The Namekian asked, staring intently at his leader.
"Begin investigation immediately. If it proves to be nothing of value, head to the location of the Legend. Extract him…carefully. No need for the North Galaxy to be destroyed as the South was." Chillar ordered, turning back to the Saiyan. "Letuica, begin harvesting the gene-codes of the Saiyans. Start with the one known as Raditz. If either of you encounter trouble, make used of the Gate devices."
"And what of you, my lord?" Bast inquired as Letuica took off into the distance, making her way towards her target. "What will you do?"
Chillar turned, finding a small, but suitable tree-stump and sitting down on it, slouching forwards as he closed his eyes. The Arcosian took a breath, and as he did so, flecks of pure white ki sparked around him "Wait."