"This is the last time I gaze upon this planet."
Entirely unbeknownst to those who inhabited it, a massive battle was occurring in the far reaches of space, high above the blood-red planet Vegeta, home to the mighty warrior race of Saiyans; a war that would shake the entire galaxy for many years to come. The army of humanoid aliens traded blows with their lone foe, shaking the air around them. "FRIEZA!", echoed a booming voice amidst the hundreds of soldiers engaged in battle, the shout rattling the hearts of all who heard it. "Why the hell are you trying to kill us?"
There stood the lone Saiyan warrior, ill-clad in tattered battle armor, his torso partly obscured by a tail that waved around furiously. His form was bathed with blood, both his own and that of the soldiers whom he had rid of their very lives. Even from afar, one could sense the rage that burned within his eyes, the sorrow locked deep beneath his very soul. However, the man's most distinguishing feature was undoubtedly his eccentric hair.
The saucer craft positioned at the center of the battle seemed to answer this call as a hatch opened right on top of it, out of which three figures arose. One assumed its position on the far left, his appearance akin to some kind of fat, stout, pink extraterrestrial, his body sheathed with armor of regal bearing. The attendant over to the right was much taller, bearing long, flowing hair. Its complexion green, the human-looking alien was donned in similar armor as his comrade to the left. The silhouette of the last figure posed itself in the center, seated atop a hovering pod. Horned like a devil and dressed in royal armor of unknown make, something was strikingly odd about the way the brief alien carried itself.
Even though nothing had been said until now, the fighting came to an abrupt halt almost immediately as every presence in the vicinity turned to look at the trio in complete silence, as if their mere presence meant the difference between life and death. "So, the legendary Super Saiyan has shown up… How very unsavory!", scoffed the shortest of the three.
Much to the chagrin of the wounded rebel and armed with a sadistic smirk on its face, the alien lifted its right index finger in a twisted motion that was just as steady as it was slow. Awe occupied the faces of the hundred of soldiers who marveled at the spectacle. Above the tycoon's finger, a great fiery ball formed solely of destructive energy collected itself and began to expand with each passing second, until it extended many miles in diameter. As the depravity of their situation dawned upon the awestruck soldiers, they scrambled for their lives in panic. Then, with a simple flick of his finger, the one known as Frieza sent his ball of death speeding down towards planet Vegeta at a velocity comparable to light.
It rocketed forwards, killing everyone that stood in its way. "This'll change the future!" Even the rebel who in a brave final attempt, pulsated a small ball of ki and flung it towards the supernova stood not a candle, as the sphere burned through him just as easily as it had through his attack. Regret flashed through his eyes for an instant; and he breathed his last.
The monkey-tailed denizens of Vegeta could only watch helplessly and spend their last moments scampering with regret for failing to heed their fallen comrade as the inferno eventually touched down on the planet's surface. For a brief second, the sky darkened, and then a ferocious storm unveiled itself from the horizons. The globe tremored with the impact of the attack, causing volcanoes to erupt and tsunamis to rage free. Cracks and fault lines encompassed the planet's form as its mass faded into oblivion, killing millions in a long, blinding flash of light. And with that, the numbers on the monocle mounted on the green alien's left eye plummeted, until the digit at every single row, down to the very last one found itself reduced to a meager zero, staring the astounded attendant dead in the eye.
Above the death and suffering, Frieza was cackling sinisterly to himself. "Oh my, heh-heh-he-haa… Look at the fireworks! Aren't they splendid? See? Dodoria, look Zarbon… Mwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!" As his laughter bellowed throughout the endless depths of the void, his two lackeys could only stare, their horror-filled faces still left digesting what had transpired.
After a brief pause, the duo quietly re-entered their craft, followed by a most jubilant Frieza. Then, there was one moment of complete silence before the saucer sped and near instantaneously zoomed off into the far reaches of space. Nothing remained of the once majestic and royal planet Vegeta, only so much as debris and an asteroid field.
Unbeknownst to the trio however, a single escape pod had left the planet unscathed before its destruction; onboard a most precious cargo, a mere infant who'd borne no expectations from those around him and a demon of Frieza's past who'd return to haunt him years later.
"Kakarot… It's up to you! You must avenge planet Vegeta… and our race."
