"The king said what!?" Gine exclaimed as she shot up from her seat. I didn't emote to her surprised reaction as I continued to eat the food she made at a slow leisurely pace.

"Yeah. He said something about how my intellect and wit were just as good as power and strength, so he said he wanted me to work as an engineer, scientist, and strategist, apparently." I mumbled in an uncaring tone as I ate. "I don't really get it. Why he did this, I mean."

"But this is great, honey! This is an opportunity that a Saiyan rarely gets!" Gine told me excitedly. "You get to work under his majesty directly with the other scientists! Who knows! Maybe Lord Cold will get a chance to see you at work and be impressed too! This could open up all sorts of paths for you!"

"I guess." I shrugged.

I had just told Gine about everything that had happened while I was away. Well, I summarized it. I told her how I landed on Monmaasu and survived there, though I didn't mention more. I then told her how after I landed back on Vegeta, the king wanted to see me and what he said to me. Now that she was bringing it up, I suppose this would be a good opportunity, though I'm not sure how I'm supposed to use it to my advantage, as Gine suggests.

She also told me about stuff that had happened while I was gone. Raditz was born, obviously, though it wasn't too long ago. Bardock was also away from the planet, most likely out on a mission, though Gine said how he should be back in a few weeks. That's something to look forward to, I guess. Not that I really cared if he was here or not.

"Still, it makes sense that the king would be impressed by how smart you are. When we met again at the shop where I worked, I was shocked that you were the same baby from three years ago. You seem older than you are. You're already so mature despite your age." Near-death experiences and being alone on an entire planet will do that to a person. She then crossed her arms and pouted a bit. "I wish you would let me spoil you a little more."

"If I do, you'd probably suffocate me with hugs." I replied with a nervous expression. "I didn't think Saiyans were so…emotional."

"Hehe…I guess I'm an exception in that regard." Gine chuckled a little. "I was born with a high enough power not to be sent off, but I've always been…more empathic. I used to be on the same team as your father, but I was taken off due to being too emotional than a Saiyan warrior ought to be."

"That's stupid." I immediately responded. "Saiyans are all stupid."

"Don't say that." Gine told me. "Saiyans can be a bit stubborn and harsh, but we're not all that bad." She then leaned over and rubbed my head like before. "You turned out okay, right." I pushed her hand off my hand as I pouted a bit.

"I guess." I mumbled. She gave a small giggle at my response.

"You're not very talkative, are you? Could it be that you're shy?" She asked in a teasing voice.

"N-No…" I replied in a quiet voice. That just made Gine giggle more as she gave me a kind, loving smile.

"Well, you should probably head to bed now. You must be pretty tired after the long day you've had." She said. "I'll show you to your room."

"My room?"

"Of course. We prepared a room for you before you were sent off. We still have it. You might have to share it with Raditz when he's old enough, though." She told me.

"That's fine." I told her as she led me to my room.

After she led me there, she continued doing things while I went into the room. Everything was made of stone, even the bed, though there was a single, simple sheet of cloth to act as a blanket. It was pretty archaic, but it's not like my makeshift home on Monmaasu was much better. At least this wasn't a literal hole in the ground like that place was.

I took off my armor, leaving just the jumpsuit on as I laid down on the bed. It was a bit stiff, but it was nice having an actual bed. And with how tired I was feeling, I wouldn't be picky. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the dreamless sleep that had plagued me for the past few years. A restless sleep. Sleep devoid of dreams, sounds, or purpose. It was a sleep that was neither torturous nor peaceful. I just let myself sink into the void until it was time for me to wake again, ready to snap back out of this trance at the slightest sound of danger.

It hadn't even felt like an hour had passed before I started waking up from my slumber. My eyes opened on their own as if they knew it was time to get up, though my body seemed to disagree. First time in how long that I've been given an opportunity to sleep in, yet I can't take the chance to enjoy myself. Ugh… I sat up in my bed and looked out the large hole in the room that was supposed to be a window. It still looked like the same time it was when I went to sleep, but that's probably natural for this planet due to it having a much larger sun and two moons out all at the same time.

I can't even tell what time it is right now. At least Monmaasu had a similar day and night cycle to Earth, but with this planet, I have no idea. Well, at least I can move around the planet normally now. It barely registered to me yesterday just because of everything that happened, but I guess my body has grown at least strong enough to endure the stronger gravity of the planet, though I definitely feel it. Still doesn't make my power level noticeable to be above 0 either. Ugh… It's like there are weights tied around me or like I'm a few feet underwater. It's a little uncomfortable and annoying, but I'll have to get used to it.

But I wonder what I'm supposed to do now. I'm back on planet Vegeta, and I'm not dead somehow. Hurray, whip out the confetti. But the question still remains. King Vegeta told me that I have to work with the other engineers and scientists now, but in truth, my original plan that I came up with back on Monmaasu was to get the coordinates to Earth and get away as soon as possible. Of course, I can see that's going to be pretty much impossible with how they have all the ships and pods under heavy surveillance.

I probably wouldn't be able to get near them, even if I were to get my hands on the right coordinates somehow to punch into the computer. And it's not like I can just punch my way through this. I'm not one of those freakishly bulky Saiyans. I'm pathetically weak. I could barely handle the giant ants and worms that tried to eat me back on Monmaasu, and back there, I had weapons like a bow and a stone ax, along with a few stone-tipped spears and traps I had set up. But here, I'm a fish out of water. I have no choice but to follow my orders until I find some way to get some semblance of control in my life.

I sighed as I ran a hand through my hair.

"I don't have much of a choice, huh?"

With that in mind, I grumbled a bit as I pushed myself out of my 'bed' and put on my Saiyan armor since I didn't have anything else to wear. Hmm…Do Saiyans have laundromats? Cause if this is what I'm going to be wearing all my life, it's gonna start to stink fast. Wait, would these things even wash properly using ordinary human methods? These suits and armor are elastic enough to fit any Saiyan, but would they shrink in the wash? Wait, why am I even thinking about this? As I made my way to the kitchen, I shook myself out of that pointless thought tangent. I passed by Raditz as I did, but I didn't bother giving him the time of day. Not like he would want or need it at his age. After all, he has a power level that lets him stay on the planet. Isn't he lucky?

I growled that last thought at the baby Saiyan in need of a haircut as I entered the kitchen. I didn't see Gine, but I did see a large plate full of food with a note next to the plate. I picked it up and read it, seeing that it was from Gine. It said the plate of food was for me since Gine thought I would be hungry when I woke up and that she made extra since she thought I didn't eat a proper portion before and that I needed to eat a lot to grow stronger. I raised an eyebrow at that since I thought I ate until I was full yesterday, but perhaps I'm still recovering from a year of rationing sparse food and two years of no food during travel between the planets.

I shrugged as I picked up the plate and brought it to the table before eating what was on it, once again at my own leisurely pace. What? Did you think I would start eating like shonen protagonists in anime and make a mess of myself? Screw that. I have actual table manners, and I wasn't going to throw that away just because I had a Saiyan appetite now. Also, Gine's food was really good, and I wanted to let it touch my tongue so I could taste it to the fullest before swallowing it.

After eating, I left the house and started heading towards the castle, though it was far from the village I was in. This would be much easier if I could fly, which, by the way, I can't. I already tried to do that, along with firing energy from my hands, charging ki, and other things I would consider basic techniques that I heard Bardock talking about before I was sent away. I didn't know what he was talking about, but I at least could imagine it, thanks to having seen some anime with skills similar to that before.

And, lo and behold, I'm unable to do any of it. Of course… Nothing is ever easy, is it? So I had to walk to the castle at a painfully slow pace. I was walking there, but even if the king himself was waiting for me, I wasn't going to pick up the pace. It's their own fault for not having the castle and village closer together or not giving me a quicker way to get to the castle in the first place. And since I'm walking, I might as well take the leisurely route and enjoy myself, yeah? And that's exactly what I did.

After taking my sweet time getting to the castle, letting myself get distracted by the different scenery around me, I finally made it to the castle, and outside waiting for me was what looked like a pissed-off Saiyan researcher. He looked a little old, having a long beard with patches of gray in it, but he still looked like he would and could kick my ass with both hands tied around his back if he wanted to. Damn, Saiyans who aren't me are freaking jacked… My lanky frame can't even compare. As soon as he spotted me, I swore the old man, who I'll call Gramps 'cause I don't care to know or remember his name, got a dozen more wrinkles on his already angry face.

"You're late!" He yelled at me. "You were supposed to be here hours ago!"

"On the contrary, I was never told when to arrive here." I shot back in an uncaring tone.

Oh, by the way, the time system of the universe is pretty much the same as my world, except there aren't minutes or seconds. Instead, they're combined into 'ticks'. Let me tell you, it is weird. I probably would have been late getting here just from that, even if I did care about arriving here on time. I hope the Earth in this weird dimension has what I'm used to.

"Anyway, I'm here now. The king said something about me joining the researchers and engineers, right?" Gramps just sighed as he nodded tiredly.

"Yes, that is correct. You, Orion, will become part of the head team for researchers here at the castle. That is, if you can prove you can do the work we do here."

"That implies that there's a test. So out with it." I told him.

"Have some respect, boy." Gramps shot back at me. "Follow me, and perhaps you'll see. But before that, put this on." Gramps then threw a lab coat at me.

I shrugged and took off my chest plate to put on the coat before putting the armor back on over it. This feels better, I'll admit, but I wish I could get rid of these stupid shoulder pads. Gramps then led me into the castle's laboratory, which was actually much larger than I thought it would be.

It looked quite advanced, especially compared to Earth's technology. There were also many other Saiyans inside the lab already doing work, three of whom looked way too familiar. Lanky, Bulky, and that female Saiyan with blue hair, the three I saw when I was born, were here too, and they seemed to be hard at work like the others. Well, they were until Gramps and I entered, causing everyone to look over at us. Each of them gave me different looks, ranging from curiosity, to confusion, to dissatisfaction. Gramps didn't pay them any mind as he led me to one of the corners of the lab, where there was a computer (Or at least what sort of, kind of, maybe looked like a computer) and some kind of machine hooked up to it.

"So what am I supposed to do here?" I asked with a raised eyebrow as I examined both the computer screen and the machine.

"This piece of equipment is malfunctioning. Your job is to fix it." Gramps told me in a stern voice. "You have the rest of the day. You would've had more time if you had gotten here when you were supposed to."

I blinked a few times at him as I processed my task. I looked around and saw a lot of the other Saiyans snickering. Are they trying to prove I'm just a snot-nose brat? With…just this? This typical job I would have back home in the office? Really…?

"...Is that it?" I asked a little surprised that was it.

"Yes…?"

"Oh. Cool." I said as I sat at the computer screen and turned it on. "Then, while I'm getting started, can you get me some things I'll need."

"Things?"

"I can already tell just from turning this on that I'm not familiar with the programming language used to program this thing, so I'll need something to reference to understand the code here. So some books on the language would be useful." Gramps gave me a confused look that made me sigh before running my hand down my face. "I'm guessing that means you guys don't have books. Of course. Then do you have records of any kind?"

"U-Um, yes, I believe we do."

"Then get me those if you could. Also, I'll need details as to what exactly this device does. I need to know what it does, how it does it, and every other detail you have about it. Get me all of that, and I'll have this thing working flawlessly in less than 4 hours."

Gramps looked stunned by that, and the other Saiyans who were listening in had their jaws drop. After a few ticks of silence, Gramps finally pulled himself together and nodded.

"Right. I'll get you what you require." And with that, Gramps quickly left, leaving me alone with the other Saiyans and the machine I had to fix. I turned back to the computer and stretched my fingers before smirking. Finally. Something I'm actually good at. I did this all the time back on Earth, and even if this is Saiyan tech, as long as I have references to go by, I can understand it and work with it just like anything else back home.

"This…is gonna be satisfying." I smirked with a glint in my eyes.

Gramps came back soon enough with all the things I asked for, and after quickly scanning over the pages and gaining a grasp on the Tuffle programming language (Yes, Tuffle. If I'm understanding the history here, the Saiyans stole all of the Tuffle's tech after they won the war and have been basing all their 'new' tech on 99% of the old Tuffle tech, including the coding and language, which I've dubbed Tuber. Hehe. Mushroom jokes.), I was able to fix the machine fairly quickly. It turns out the device was a drone of some kind, and as soon as I fixed the code and turned it on, the drone started hovering in place.

"Hmm…Imma call you Skeets." I said as I pointed to the flying drone. My voice caused the drone to turn to me and make some beeping sounds. I think it likes me! "Hey, Gramps! I'm done!"

"Do not call me that! My name is Garlik!" Gramps yelled. I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that.

"Whatever. I fixed the thing, didn't I?"

"Hmm… Yes, it would seem you have. Well then, it seems you are qualified for this position the king has given you. Good job." Gramps told me. "I shall report to the king that you have completed your task flawlessly and are now able to begin working on the next."

"And what is my next task?" I asked.

"To improve Saiyan technology as much as possible by any means necessary. That is what the king said." Gramps replied. "He also said that you are free to choose your work hours as you are still just a child and should 'enjoy what youth has to offer'."

"That…doesn't sound like him." I said.

"Indeed, and he had his usual scowl as he said it, but those were his exact words. Now then, I have my own business to attend to. Also, feel free to take the drone for yourself. It's an older model, anyway. Good day." The old man then left, leaving me a little confused as to what to do now.

"Improve Saiyan technology as much as possible by any means necessary, huh?" I repeated the task as I leaned back into my chair. "What do you think, Skeets? Any ideas?" Skeets just gave me more beeps and boops as a response. "Yeah, you're right. We would have to actually make Saiyan technology before we can improve it. Hahaha!" I high-fived myself for that one before looking around at the other Saiyans who were working in the lab. Over half of them glared at me as they worked, but I paid them no mind.

"Hmm, it seems the other Saiyans are just doing general work. Guess all we weaklings are supposed to do is make things easier for the strong. Makes sense, I guess. I still don't like it, however, I wonder what I can do with this Tuffle tech." I continued mumbling to myself. "It's quite impressive. Especially when it's mixed with what I'm assuming is Cold Force tech. That's what you're made of, at least. The mixture of both technologies, and I must say, it's probably the only thing I've seen in this life that I would actually say is amazing. It makes me wonder what I can do with this tech. That is, if I actually had more to go off of than this pathetic excuse for records."

The papers Gramps managed to get me were pitiable at best. There were only a few sheets that were barely legible and hardly helped, if I'm honest. Whoever wrote this clearly only wrote the bare minimum that was needed to work with the code, not to understand and actually use it to its fullest. Just further proof that Saiyans are just a bunch of morons who just got lucky in history. No wonder they were taken over by this Lord Cold guy. I bet if the Tuffles had won the war, they would have escaped captivity already with how smart they seemed to be.

"Back on topic, the only way I'm going to understand this stuff is if I spent a day or two messing around with it. And the only thing I can use to do that is…" My eyes landed on Skeets, who was still simply hovering next to me since no one had given it any orders or directives to go do. "Well, Skeets, I guess you're gonna have to be my lab rat. Follow me." I told the drone as I picked up the computer I had typed on. After a few beeps, Skeets seemed to understand and started following me around. As I began to leave, one of the other Saiyans saw me and started yelling.

"Where the hell do you think you're going!?" He yelled.

"I was told I could choose my work hours, so I'm heading home right now. I can't exactly do anything anyway since you guys are a bunch of barbarians who don't record things, so I need to mess around with this stuff before I can really do anything. Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow, maybe." I didn't wait for a response as I left, only causing the Saiyans I was leaving behind to get even angrier.

"Who does he think he is!? He's just a stupid kid!" One of them yelled.

"It's hard to believe he's the same child we sent out before." Lanky muttered with a curious gaze that was on where Orion had just been.

"He certainly is special. He might be weak, but I think it's clear he might be the smartest Saiyan child ever born. He might even rival the old Tuffles with his intellect." The blue-hair woman added.

"What? Nion, are you serious? He's just a kid!"

"A child that managed to fix that destroyed drone in just a few hours. Something that would have taken longer for any of us to do by ourselves." The woman, Nion, stated. "Who knows? Perhaps this child will change Saiyan civilization as we know it. He has just as much potential as any warrior with a high power level."

The other Saiyans were shocked to hear that, but it only fueled their anger and jealousy more. The king himself seemed to have taken a liking to the brat, and the brat seemed to have the talent to back it up. But he was just a child. Who did this brat think he was? That's when one of them made a decision. This kid might be smart, but he was still weak. He was the weakest Saiyan to date, making all of them, despite being low-class warriors themselves, much stronger than him. So they would show him just how outclassed he was.

"Orion, I'm back!"

"Welcome home, Gine." I called back as I continued to work.

"So how was-" Gine then walked into what I assumed was the living room of sorts and nearly fell backward when she saw what I was doing. "Why is a Cold Force Attack Drone here!?"

"Oh, Skeets? I had to repair him at work today to 'prove myself', and now I'm using it to better understand how Tuffl-er, Saiyan tech and Cold Force tech work." I explained as I looked up from the monitor I was typing away on. "I've already been at it for most of the day and I think I've figured everything out. Like this. Say hi Skeets."

"Hello, Miss Gine." Skeets then said while still sitting on the ground while hooked up to the computer.

"D-Did the drone just talk?" Gine asked.

"I programmed a brand-spankin' new ai into Skeets here!" I said with genuine excitement before happily muttering to myself. "I always wanted to do something like this, and had tried it out before, but I never got anywhere close to this far into it." I guess I've gotten better despite my 3-year break from coding. This is exciting! I then turned to Skeets with a wide grin. "Aren't you just ecstatic, Skeets?"

"Save me please."

"No! Bad Skeets! I thought I got rid of that bug!" I yelled as I began to type away furiously.

"Heeeeeeeeeelp…" Sheets cried out before I stomped out his voice with my hyper-speed update. "...Hello, Miss Gine. I am…perfectly fine and happy with this."

"Good." I smirked. Gine gave a nervous chuckle at that.

"Well, I can't say I fully understand how amazing that is, but it sounds pretty incredible. It's hard to believe that you're only a few years old when you've done something like this." Gine told me.

"Yeah, I am pretty amazing, aren't I?" I said with a hint of pride. "Now that I understand what I'm doing, I'm starting to get a few ideas about what I can do with this stuff."

"Oh? Like what?"

"Well, weapons I guess, since that's all the Saiyans want. But with this, I might be able to make way more." I began. "This planet has all this technology and potential, and we're just…sitting on it! Letting it waste away if it doesn't help kill or destroy things. We could upgrade armor for one thing. We could also make life here more comfortable for the Saiyans who are stuck here because they're weak. And with Skeets here, I pretty much have a personal bodyguard who only responds to my orders. Isn't that right, Skeets?"

"Kill me-"

WHACK!

"Of course, Orion."

"Very good." I replied, waving my hand around as I did to get rid of the stinging pain I got from hitting Skeets. "So overall, I have a lot of ideas, though I'm not sure how these Saiyans will take them. But at least I've written down everything I've learned so that if someone like me comes along and wants to improve upon it like I am, they actually have something to help them on their way." I said as I gestured to the large stack of paper I had filled out next to me. "However, I sincerely doubt there will ever be a Saiyan who's smart enough and capable enough to do any of this stuff, so it's probably pointless."

"You shouldn't talk as if Saiyans are complete strangers to you, nor should you describe every Saiyan like they don't have a brain." Gine sighed. "But I'm glad you seem to be enjoying yourself. And you seem really capable and talented in this stuff. That's obvious even to someone like me. I'm proud of you."

"I-It's nothing, really." I replied with a bit of embarrassment in my voice. "Anyway, I'll be heading to bed. Thanks for the food you left me, by the way." I said as I grabbed my stuff and began heading to my room, Skeets hovering close behind me.

"He certainly is unique." Gine mumbled to herself. "But I'm glad. He seems to have lightened up. I didn't know he would ever feel comfortable here, but it seems he's relaxing now. I can't wait for Bardock to see his son again." I didn't hear those hopeful words of her as I went off to bed, but that hope was certainly planted in my heart today. I felt like I could actually do something. Something that showed I had real value. Too bad that was just dumb optimism.

The next day, I headed over to the castle with Skeets and my notes and walked into the lab. I felt more animosity in the air, but I didn't pay attention to it as I set down my computer in what I had designated as my workspace. As I set my stuff down, I quickly gathered a few parts for me to tinker with as well and felt a grin start growing on my face. "Alright, Skeets." I began mumbling my thoughts out loud like before.

"We have a lot to do today. I'm hoping that maybe I can add some new functions to you so-"

"Hey. You're Orion, right?" I turned around and saw a few of the other Saiyan researchers that I saw yesterday. They certainly didn't look pleasant, and they seem to be the source of that animosity that's in the air right now.

"Yeah. What do you want? I'm a little busy with something." I said as I looked back at the parts and began tinkering with them.

"Don't worry. This won't take long."

That's when I felt something slam into my face, knocking me out of the seat I was in. My eyes widened with dumbfounded shock as I slowly placed a hand on the side of my face where I was punched. Punched… My eyes slowly moved to the Saiyan who attacked me, and he, along with the other researchers beside him, was giving me a huge evil grin.

"Wh-What are you-?"

"Don't get the wrong idea, kid. Just because you're young doesn't mean you won't get punished for acting like a big shot." The Saiyan said as he cracked his knuckles.

Oh…Oh, crap baskets!

"Skeets! Attack!" I ordered as I scrambled to get up.

Skeets immediately responded and began firing his ray gun at the Saiyans; however, the Saiyans were prepared. One of them had already snuck up behind Skeets and smashed him to the ground with a metal rod. Skeets plummeted to the ground with a new crack that ran down him before the Saiyan beat him more with the metal rod. Eventually, the light from Skeets turned off, his inner machinery now completely destroyed.

"...Well shit." I mumbled.

"Yep." One of the Saiyans nodded before he punched me in the gut. Hard.

Despite wearing my armor, I felt all of the air in my lungs get forced out as I began dry heaving. I fell to my knees as I gasped for air, only to be kicked in the face by another Saiyan. The Saiyan who had the metal rod then came over as I tried to stand again and bashed it against my face, knocking me over again and giving me a gash across my eye. He then walked over to where I fell, ripped the armor off my torso, and began beating me with his weapon again as I lay defenseless on my side.

He slammed it into my side, my legs, my arms, and my head, all while the other Saiyans began beating the shit out of me as well. I could hardly even defend myself from the assault, only being able to weakly cover my head with my arms to protect it, but that obviously didn't help at all. Of course, that didn't last too long since after the metal rod hit my right arm again, I heard it make an extremely loud crack, as well as give me a rush of pain in my arm. Yep, that arm's broken, and it HURTS LIKE HELL!

After god knows how long, maybe half an hour (I don't really know. I'm pretty sure I blacked out during most of it), the Saiyans finally stopped curb-stomping me. I was barely even conscious enough to be able to tell. I couldn't move, and all I could feel was the pain that was burning all across my body. My right arm was most certainly broken, and I think some bones in my left leg might be cracked as well, and one of my eyes was swollen shut too. And I believed I had started bleeding from at least my head as well since I could feel something dripping off my face, and it seemed I was laying in a small pool that was most likely my own blood.

"Let this be a lesson to you, kid. You're at the very bottom of the totem pole." The Saiyan who seemed to have started this told me. "No matter how smart you think you are, you're still weaker than everybody else. We might be low class warriors, but we still outclass you in every way. Don't forget it. Now then, either get back to work or leave. And if any of us need to…relieve some stress, you better hope you're not here at that time." After he said that, he looked over and saw my research notes, and picked them up.

"And by the way, we won't need any of this stuff, whatever it is. Like we need the help of some brat." With that, he tore them up into tiny pieces, leaving nothing of it left that could be used.

The crowd then began to disperse, leaving me just laying there on the floor next to the broken drone. I don't know how long I was there, but I didn't move for a while. I spent most of the time just trying to stay awake. I can't fall asleep. I can't fall asleep. I can't fall asleep right now! They hit my head a lot, and I'm probably bleeding from there. That means I probably have a concussion. I need to stay awake until I can get help.

That's when a thought occurred. Who would actually help me on this planet? This planet is full of people who didn't hesitate to beat a child senselessly just because they were jealous. Even now, there were some Saiyans who didn't join in to beat me to death, but those few just continued to stand by and watch. They don't care. None of them do. They're all just barbarians who only care about power.

Power…Power power power power power.

Why is it always power!? Why is it only power!?

Haven't I proved myself already!? I survived an entire year on a planet where I almost died from minor inconveniences like a rainstorm! I killed giant ants, worms, wasps, and even a giant with nothing but what I had on me, all so I could survive! I came back and was praised by the king himself and was willing to help these people in this new position I was given, and this is my reward!? A broken arm, multiple bruises and gashes, a swollen eye, and pain that makes me want to die… It's frustrating. No, it's more than that. It's infuriating. No matter what I do, I'll never be enough for these brutes, all because I was born weaker than them, and that pissed me off more than anything.

After lying on the ground for a bit longer, I finally began to feel enough anger and strength to start moving again. I slowly turned onto my stomach and began to push myself off the ground. My body ached, and I couldn't move my right arm, but my anger and frustration were enough to fuel me with enough strength and will to begin to stand. I started to cough roughly, and I'm pretty sure some blood came up with it. Eventually, I was standing on my shaky feet. I still only had one eye to work with at the moment, and that eye was covered in my own blood, but I didn't care. All I could think of was making these Saiyans pay. No. I wanted to make every Saiyan…every monkey bastard pay. They. Would. SUFFER.

I turned my head to what was left of Skeets. A tinge of pain and disappointment welled up inside me. I was really looking forward to working on him. But now that he was in broken pieces, I doubt I would be able to even salvage much from him.

"...Sorry, Skeets." I mumbled as I picked up all I could with my one usable arm, though it still hurt like crap.

After I got everything I could use, I began limping out of the lab, ignoring everything around me. Was that ringing sound always in here? I didn't care as I made my way to…somewhere. I didn't really know. I just kept walking and walking and walking and walking and walking and walking and…and…an….

Without me realizing it, I began to fall. As soon as I hit the ground, everything went dark. The last thing I remember was cursing Saiyans and everything they stood for.