One day I realised, that they were never coming back. Their reason for not returning I could not begin to guess, and it wouldn't do me any good to think about it, so it didn't. But I knew that they were out there. Not those exact beings perhaps, but there had to be more of them. Somewhere, someplace, there were others like me, and I was going to find them. After all, the two that had visited had spoken of others. Perhaps they were only on the next planet? Perhaps I would never find them? Perhaps I had to try anyway, I couldn't stand the waiting any longer. If Lord Frieza was never going to turn up, then what did it matter if I stayed or not? If he ever came for the planet as he planned, it would not be hard for him to take. My leaving would be of no consequence to his plans, so why stay?
I decided to take a look at my space pod, the one I had arrived in. I passed through a group of the planets natives as I journeyed to my ship. They were sitting in a cluster and chattering in their strange language that I could understand, but not imitate. They grew quiet as I passed, a little out of respect, a little out of fear. I felt a strange feeling when I saw them sitting together like that, but could not place what it was and dismissed it from my thoughts. There was the space pod, just as I had left it all those years ago. How many years? I had no idea and it didn't matter. The time had come, I was going to leave. Where would I go? I didn't know. I had no idea where to start looking for my people, or if they were even out there at all. The space pod came with some instructions in its compartment, (how thoughtful) and from that I learned how it worked and how far it would be able to get me. I would need to be able to get to an inhabited planet if I didn't want to get stranded without fuel, and I had no idea what was on the planets around me. In fact, the only planet of considerable size that I new was near was a blue planet that was visible in the night sky. I would head for there, and if it was uninhabited, I would have enough fuel to come back. Hopefully, I would never return to this planet.

I began to prepare for my journey. I gathered foods that would last the trip, and put on my saiyan armour to look the part. I also took the 'scouter' with me, who knew what I would find out there. I stood in my chamber for the last time and looked at myself in the thin sheet of metal on my wall that reflected images. I looked tall, and strong, as I always did when compared to the natives of this planet. When I saw the other saiyans, I realised that I was not as tall as I though, and not as strong. Although Raditz was almost the same height as I, his body was far bulkier and more muscled. I stood there wondering why that was, when one of my servants entered the room.
"King Cauli, what do you want eat today?" spoke a male creature in a poorly spoken attempt at my language.
"Nothing." I said.
"Nothing?"
"I said nothing! Now get out of here!" The servant fled in fear at my outburst. I smiled to myself. Power, absolute power. Do I really want to leave this power for places unknown? I knew the answer was yes. I wondered what I should say to the natives, should I tell them I am leaving? Of course they would notice my absence, so I had to tell them something. I must not let them think I am going for long, in case I have to return. I shall tell them that I am going on a short journey, and that when I return there shall be death to all who stepped out of line while I was gone. That should be sufficient. I put on my scouter and looked at my proud saiyan reflection, and smiled.