Chapter 12
Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the North Galaxy where Earth sat, a small pod landed on a barren, wasteland of a planet. Winds swept through broken cities and crumbled houses; the air was dry and thick with sand. The inhabitants had long since abandoned trying to survive on the surface after the meteor hit the surface fifty years ago. No vegetation grew here, and no life, insect, parasite, mammal or fish survived living on the surface. There was no water above the surface, most of it had been evaporated after the chunk of rock landed in the central ocean, and the rest was poisoned with dead fish and rotting corpses of fisherman and animals on islands. Only small rivers ran under the surface, giving life to the people who lived there.
A small, frail alien stepped out of the circular pod (which resembled one of the space capsules used by Frieza and his henchmen). He was heavily clad in clothes, which were designed to protect him from the whipping sound and hurricane winds. An oxygen mask covered his mouth and black goggles covered his eyes, a hood covering his face. He slowly made his way to the entrance to a cavern, finally succeeding after stumbling several times under the wind. As the dark cavern encompassed him, he removed his robes, trotting down the barren road into the ground. The sand blew in here, but stopped after several feet, unable to gain the support of wind that it relied on. As the alien removed his garbs, a mane of red hair was released, contrasting against his small body. He removed his goggles, and then his oxygen mask. A green face was revealed.
He walked into a cavern, and questioned the security guard on duty:
"Where is Emperor Salad? I have news of his son."
"You have news of Lord Zanji?" the guard question, straightening immediately. "Emperor Salad is in his chambers, talking with the scientists. Welcome back, Cola."
"Thank you. I must go and deliver my message to the emperor now," Cola stated simply, walking down one of several tunnels.
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Emperor Salad was engaged in talks with his trusted advisors when his aid, Cola, entered.
"Cola, welcome. You have news?" he questioned. Cola wasn't supposed to return for another few weeks, bringing a progress report for his son home with him.
"Yes, sire. I have dire news. I was watching Earth, and everything was going according to the plan. Zanji was overtaking the entire planet, but then eight powers emerged. I'm not sure, as of yet, where they came from however. They didn't seem to be powerful enough to stop them, but then, and I might be wrong, then they... merged. Two of the power levels became one, then the two highest powers became a single body. Shortly afterwards Zanji was killed," Cola took a pause, watching his friends reaction.
"He was killed? Are you certain?" Salad questioned, his face becoming rigid.
"Yes, I am certain of it."
"Then my son is dead. It is the way of things. He died an honorable death. He died a warrior, trying to save his race from death. He is now dead, as we will be shortly. The water in these caverns cannot sustain us, and I am afraid we are near depletion of our food supply. I will inform the population that my son, Soy, is dead," he stated. Salad hung his head, and rose. Zanji was the last hope of a dying race. Their planet was all but dead, and Zanji had taken their last ship in search of a planet capable of sustaining them. Now that he was dead, they had no hope of living to see the next decade.
Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the North Galaxy where Earth sat, a small pod landed on a barren, wasteland of a planet. Winds swept through broken cities and crumbled houses; the air was dry and thick with sand. The inhabitants had long since abandoned trying to survive on the surface after the meteor hit the surface fifty years ago. No vegetation grew here, and no life, insect, parasite, mammal or fish survived living on the surface. There was no water above the surface, most of it had been evaporated after the chunk of rock landed in the central ocean, and the rest was poisoned with dead fish and rotting corpses of fisherman and animals on islands. Only small rivers ran under the surface, giving life to the people who lived there.
A small, frail alien stepped out of the circular pod (which resembled one of the space capsules used by Frieza and his henchmen). He was heavily clad in clothes, which were designed to protect him from the whipping sound and hurricane winds. An oxygen mask covered his mouth and black goggles covered his eyes, a hood covering his face. He slowly made his way to the entrance to a cavern, finally succeeding after stumbling several times under the wind. As the dark cavern encompassed him, he removed his robes, trotting down the barren road into the ground. The sand blew in here, but stopped after several feet, unable to gain the support of wind that it relied on. As the alien removed his garbs, a mane of red hair was released, contrasting against his small body. He removed his goggles, and then his oxygen mask. A green face was revealed.
He walked into a cavern, and questioned the security guard on duty:
"Where is Emperor Salad? I have news of his son."
"You have news of Lord Zanji?" the guard question, straightening immediately. "Emperor Salad is in his chambers, talking with the scientists. Welcome back, Cola."
"Thank you. I must go and deliver my message to the emperor now," Cola stated simply, walking down one of several tunnels.
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Emperor Salad was engaged in talks with his trusted advisors when his aid, Cola, entered.
"Cola, welcome. You have news?" he questioned. Cola wasn't supposed to return for another few weeks, bringing a progress report for his son home with him.
"Yes, sire. I have dire news. I was watching Earth, and everything was going according to the plan. Zanji was overtaking the entire planet, but then eight powers emerged. I'm not sure, as of yet, where they came from however. They didn't seem to be powerful enough to stop them, but then, and I might be wrong, then they... merged. Two of the power levels became one, then the two highest powers became a single body. Shortly afterwards Zanji was killed," Cola took a pause, watching his friends reaction.
"He was killed? Are you certain?" Salad questioned, his face becoming rigid.
"Yes, I am certain of it."
"Then my son is dead. It is the way of things. He died an honorable death. He died a warrior, trying to save his race from death. He is now dead, as we will be shortly. The water in these caverns cannot sustain us, and I am afraid we are near depletion of our food supply. I will inform the population that my son, Soy, is dead," he stated. Salad hung his head, and rose. Zanji was the last hope of a dying race. Their planet was all but dead, and Zanji had taken their last ship in search of a planet capable of sustaining them. Now that he was dead, they had no hope of living to see the next decade.