„Dragon Ball signal detected, Dragon Ball signal detected!" a sharp, robotic voice croaked, waking Chayote up from a partial stupor of image training in her mind. Despite Dr. Brief doing everything in his power to make the spaceship she traveled in to be capable of comfortably traversing through the entire universe, it still took a long time to get anywhere so Chayote spent most of her time image training which was one of the handier tricks Devil Man taught her.

It was a difficult thing to do, at first. Even if Chayote had pulled it off a couple of times during her training in the Baba's Palace but that didn't mean she could always do so on command. Her focus was all over the place as something kept rustling in her chest, continuously spurting Chayote to rush ahead, put her head down and bust through everything in her way. Sitting down and just imagining things didn't sound like something she'd be capable of for extended periods of time but when the only alternative was staring through the illuminator into vast and empty space – she picked things back up quick.

The biggest problem was the lack of viable imaginary training partners. The challenges she once faced such as Saibamen or Demon King Piccolo have stopped being frightening or in any way stimulating threats. She had never met Demon King Piccolo in his young body, had she done so, maybe she'd have had a much more stimulating training session. Demon King Piccolo was light training now, Goku was the hard mode but she hadn't seen Goku fighting since the tournament which made it difficult to adjust his fighting style and exact power level.

The young Saiyan leaned forward and looked at the planet where the spaceship had turned and begun plotting its course to. The ship's speed slowed down significantly as it prepared to combat against the planet's atmosphere upon entry. Chayote took a gaze at the flashing clock by her side, she had spent four days traveling to this planet. That must have put it anywhere within being on either the other side of the galaxy Earth was in or the closer parts of the nearest one.

The skies of this planet were bright yellow, looking like a jar of bile acid in color, a barf of lemons. Lower still was a thick layer of trees that once the spaceship entered seemed to just dive through and through for fifteen solid minutes. The actual surface of the planet seemed tremendously small compared to the atmospheric part of the planet as well as the massive expanse of leafage parting the lemon skies from the blackness that surrounded Chayote's landing upon touchdown.

The moment that Chayote's space pod opened, a flux of heat hit her face that made the Saiyan's consciousness fade in and out a couple of times. Dr. Brief did mention something about space suits but that was not the Saiyan way. Chayote staggered and slumped right out of her spaceship. She looked down at her hand and saw it blurring before her eyes, the cloth of her clothes seemed to be singing off slowly as light flares lit up in random patches.

The Dragon Ball… She needed to get the Dragon Ball, slump back into the shuttle and shoot off from here as fast as possible. The Saiyan stood back up and staggered on both feet as she looked around and then got back into her spaceship to remove the Dragon Radar from the wall it was planted on to operate it in handheld mode until she found the Ultimate Dragon Ball.

Flying or fighting seemed like a ridiculous notion, even a single faster movement made it seem like Chayote would get hit by the mother of all heatstrokes and pass out. Spacesuits were not the Saiyan way… Like a mantra those words passed through her mind, she was too weak to be of use for her army before but now things were different. She would now be able to fight alongside her peers, that training on Earth had to amount to something…

Chayote reached out and looked on upward at the branches of a tree she'd have to scale. Of course, the Dragon Ball would be on the upper layers of the planet. By now Chayote had managed to put two on top of two somewhat – these trees created a pillow that cushioned the heat. The entire lower part of the planet was essentially one giant shade whereas the higher up one climbed – the worse the heat would have gotten. Who knew how tough it would have been at the top, Chayote just tried her best hoping that she wouldn't have to find out, maybe the Dragon Ball was stuck on a branch somewhere and didn't lay on the top?

Higher and higher she went. Chayote ascended slow and steady, wary not to overexert herself or cause tension in her body that would have given the heat any excuse to knock her out. Her entire body was sweating profusely and threatened to burn her up, patches of her skin already felt irritated by the touch of her clothes, likely she'd get worse and worse burns the longer she stayed outdoors. Things were different in her spaceship, that Dr. Brief was something – managing to replicate the ideal temperature of the Saiyan shuttle just from examining a busted model of a Saiyan pod…

Heat! More intense than she was used to, a spike of it accompanied by a bright, red light. Then pleasant wind… Wind… Chayote's eyes shot wide open and she halted her fall by grabbing a branch and swinging over it. She landed her feet and looked around. She felt glad that her instincts didn't have her stop her fall by using Ki or flying, it would have only made her condition far worse. This was the epitome of a shitty situation – she was attacked, Chayote was sure of it but why whom? There was nothing of note anywhere around her.

A sharp sound of plasma, all too familiar to Chayote, nostalgic even, pierced her ears from behind her and the Saiyan reacted with a light dash to an upward branch, turning around to face the mechanical opponent in front of her. It was a drone, fully mechanical, which was why she couldn't sense it before. Chayote clenched her fists and grit her teeth. What a ridiculous predicament, utterly ridiculous! Her, a Saiyan warrior cornered by a mere drone because she wasn't able to reveal an inch of her true power on this miserable planet. A drone that ranked even lower than a foot soldier on most military forces in the universe.

"I'm not worthless, I'm a proud Saiyan warrior!" Chayote roared out, letting her power rage and burst out, spitting in the face of her own better judgment as she extended her hand and let a Ki blast ravage the poor drone and send it crashing down.

She could hear the explosion but she couldn't' see it, her vision got blurry and her body felt so weightless…

By the time Chayote opened her eyes, things were much cooler. There was something chilly and pleasant on her forehead and she seemed to be submerged in some liquid. The Saiyan looked around and realized that she was in a primitive bath, filled with some indigo-colored fluid that seemed milky in consistency but felt cool to touch and didn't appear at all affected by the rampant scorch of its home planet. Her salvation on her forehead furrowed and moved, it was alive! Chayote's frightened movements made the native slug on her forehead lob itself over the room off of her forehead and then writhe away from the awakened Saiyan as fast as it could, which, admittedly, was not at all fast and rather a pathetic sight to observe.

"What the…" Chayote mumbled to herself.

"You leave such a noisy Ki signature." A firm and masculine voice came from outside the room that Chayote was in. A tall and athletically built alien walked in from the outdoors, making Chayote wonder if she should act as Earthlings taught her and become flustered due to the fact she was sitting in a bath completely naked but then she noticed that the indigo fluid she was seated in was not at all transparent. "Your anger walks before you do. You would not last long on Planet Beiko"

The alien was a tall humanoid with thick, pink lips and massive, red irises to its eyes that were covered by hairless brows which were a notable feature of the local, as none of his body possessed any semblance of body hair whatsoever. Even its head was completely bald with black spots atop of it. The brains of this species must have been larger than standard for the forehead of this species was taller than most humanoid species, similar to what Chayote now knew old Namekians to look like, except there wasn't a single wrinkle on this alien's body.

"I was attacked." Chayote pouted her lips and looked away, embarrassed by the reprimand.

"So? We fight every day, even when we don't fight for survival, we train and fight each other. Fighting doesn't mean killing yourself with a heatstroke." The alien scolded Chayote again, looking bemused by her presence as his general vibe seemed to be like that of a very uptight fellow, for whatever reason, Chayote just couldn't imagine this species smiling or being all-around chipper. "You're a Saiyan, aren't you? I've seen your tail. You also screamed out "I'm a proud Saiyan warrior" from atop of your lungs which didn't help your condition. Loud yelling builds up heat in your body, children know that…"

"So what if I am?" Chayote looked away with a pout of her lips. She must have looked more like a capricious teen than a proud Saiyan warrior at that moment, it was just that the substance she bathed in was so fresh and cooling and smelled minty that she couldn't think any negative thoughts whatsoever in the bath of that stuff.

"You folk aren't too liked around the universe. Did you come here to cause trouble? Conquer this planet maybe?" the alien asked. Judging by his expression alone, he wasn't just inquiring, he was interrogating Chayote but given how the Saiyan felt like she was in a spa of some sort, she just couldn't help but look right past the interrogation part.

"No. I'm actually looking for this device – the Ultimate Dragon Ball. It's a Namekian invention that is necessary to save Planet Earth from destruction." Chayote answered truthfully, "What is this stuff I'm sitting in? It's so damn relaxing…"

"It's the milk from Maihaku fruit. It takes approximately thirty-two fruits to fill a bath but we needed to drop your temperature fast." The alien pulled out a tough-looking, purple nut from a nearby drawer and showed it to Chayote, once the green man cracked it into two, indigo-colored milk began drooling from within which the man then slurped up, swallowing a good pair of times before the entire shell got emptied. "You're not from the Frieza Army then? We've noticed military drones roaming our planet as if they're looking for something here."

"No, I wish I was though, those drones weren't Frieza Army, they were someone else's, though, if Lord Frieza knew about that military, they wouldn't be around for much longer. Space may be vast but there's only place for one Emperor." Chayote pointed out.

"So you are working for Frieza!" the alien clenched his fists by his sides as they lit up in flames, ready to blast Chayote to smithereens. His power level was just impressive enough to where even a single one of these guys would have been trouble even if Chayote could fight with full power on this infernal planet. "I should have followed my gut and killed you when I spotted you!"

"Wait!" Chayote raised both of her hands, "I told you already – I'm not working for Lord Frieza, I'm saving the Earth at the moment. I would very much like to work for him in the future, it's just that… It's really complicated, you know…" Chayote tried explaining her situation the best she could but one thing that people lying to themselves suffered from was an inability to accurately explain their situation.

"I don't understand. If you treasure your proud Saiyan warrior life, you will explain it to me now. If I will not like your explanation, you should know that you fell by the hand of Shunabehan – a warrior of planet Beiko, the planet that brought up the heroic Paikuhan, so we are not to be underestimated nor will we allow ourselves to be bullied and plundered by you or any other invader!" Shunabehan declared, seeming relatively proud in his own upbringing too.

Chayote explained what she could confidently explain – the fact that she was split off from Frieza Army before becoming enlisted and ended up on Earth, where she had been trained in martial arts and now decided to save the planet by collecting the Ultimate Dragon Balls.

"Hmph, if there truly is such a mystical orb on our planet, you can take it with you and leave. Hopefully, that will make those drones go elsewhere too!" Shunabehan didn't look pleased by hearing the news but he had calmed down in relation to Chayote. "Our species does not have females amongst us, however, I've gathered some clothes for you from our uninitiated warriors. They are about your slender and short build. Your Earthling clothes were ill-suited for the heat of this planet, they burnt off like paper."

"Yeah… I kinda noticed…" Chayote looked down flustered and emerged from the bath, slipping into the long and rather monk-like attire she was given. It came complete with a long but well-fitting bodysuit and a baggy, white dogi on top. Chayote wasn't entirely sure why she was being offered that tall, turban-like hat but she put it on nonetheless, having long and messy dark hair made wearing the hat troublesome as it continued to slip off or just tilt to the side over and over again, embarrassing herself in front of the rest of the tall, green aliens.

"This is Chayote, she is indeed a Saiyan but she isn't with Frieza. She is here for a troublesome little ball, if we give it to her, she will leave and it might be the thing that those drones are looking for as well." Shunabehan explained to two other aliens that looked almost identical to him. It made sense if this species didn't reproduce sexually that they would all look like a bunch of clones of each other, forcing their clothes to have some identifying features to them.

"This is Mekishihan and Kokonatsuhan." Shunabehan gestured at a pair of similar to him fellows, one of whom wore an orange bodysuit and the other one was dressed in all white, even the black top hat that the entirety of the species wore was all white on Kokonatsuhan.

"Excuse me but… Did you, by any means find my Dragon Radar beside me?" Chayote wondered.

"The handheld gadget with the blinking point on it? Sure, it is in Mangochakuhan's treehouse." Shunabehan pointed at a treehouse above the one where Chayote and the other Beiko warriors were by. The leafage layers that were occupied by the Beiko locals were all covered in treehouses massive and subtle and channels of wooden bridges connecting the entire system. Some of the houses and facilities were carved right into the wood.

Chayote jumped up with a hasty dash and felt sweat break on her forehead, by then she had spent enough time away from the milk of Maihaku fruit to feel like she was taking a holiday in hell again. Before she could lose her balance and fall off the complex system of pathways, Shunabehan flashed in by her side with a sonic boom that made it seem like it was a bolt of lightning itself. He gently corrected Chayote's stance with his arm.

"Calm yourself, Saiyan. You said you were taught martial arts on Earth, surely you've been taught proper Ki control." Shunabehan pointed out.

"Yeah, not like… Not dying in what feels like a billion degrees kind of martial arts…" Chayote tried to come up with something wittier than that but the heat just washed away any semblance of cohesive thought from her mind.

"Your Ki is not what you think it is. It is far more diverse than that." Shunabehan pressed his hands by his sides and formed two Ki blasts while a burst of Ki erupted from his body, then the alien's aura ignited and electricity began running up and down his body while the Ki blasts on his sides lit aflame as well. Chayote noticed a handful of identical-looking Beiko warriors admiring Shunabehan's persistence to teach the alien of their ways with a smirk even though their eyes still looked irritated and strict. They must have just been stuck that way…

"When you are angry when you brim with activity and thought, your Ki ignites and raises your heat when you are calm, your Ki is cool. Ki can be cold as ice or it can be a cleansing flame, depending on your mindset when you control it." Shunabehan explained. "Until you learn to control your emotions and your body, you will not be able to fight on this planet or resist extreme temperatures."

"I'm sorry, I'd really love to stay here and learn all that mumbo-jumbo, but I'm in a bit of a rush to find the seven magical balls that will make it so that the Earth won't blow up. I don't think some specific mental state can keep normal humans survive in space for too long or withstand the destruction of their planet?" Chayote got groggy, just like Shunabehan tried to tell her, her balance got all wobbly and she nearly fell over the edge as boiling sweat spilled over her entire body.

Before Shunabehan could scold Chayote, a blinding flash of white made both of them cover up and flinch. The sound of crunchy, shredded trees made everyone present in the village of Beiko warriors to struggle to regain their composure as fast as possible as a gigantic battlebot smashed through trees and sent devastating plasma blasts across the entire community that seemed to be intense enough to terraform an entire landmass into scorched coal if they hit its surface.

"It's a military robot!" Shunabehan grit his teeth.

"She was followed! It's the Saiyan! She's with Frieza after all!" Mangochakuhan pointed at Chayote but Shunabehan shook his head.

"I don't believe so, the blast very nearly hit her too," Shunabehan explained, it was then that Chayote realized that they were standing on the top of a treehouse further from where the plasma blast had nearly hit them.

"Whoa! When did you…?" Chayote tried expressing her shock at Shunabehan's immense speed and power but the Beiko warrior just pressed his hand to her chest as a gesture to calm down and pressed her back against the wall of the nearest treehouse.

"Sit and stay calm. Don't get worked up and don't fall off," he warned her calmly before the entire might of the Beiko warriors descended upon the rampaging battlebot. They moved like jolts of lightning, one flash and they were already there, their fists were fast enough to raise howling gusts of winds, their kicks formed tornadoes and Shunabehan's flaming Ki blasts incinerated the torn off parts of the battlebot until the machine's core became exposed and Shunabehan destroyed it whole with one good handful of blazes, detonating the colossal siege machine with enough intensity to shake up the entire planet's surface.

"Damn… The universe is crazy…" Chayote wondered to herself as just staying on the platform she was put on demanded more effort than she could handle.

Once the titanic battlebot was done with, the Beiko took her to where they found her and, with the little aid from the Dragon Radar, pointed out the spot where the Ultimate Dragon Ball was. They did not emerge from the final layer of the leafage and didn't choose to get exposed to the merciless atmosphere of their planet. Shunabehan just looked to Chayote with a smirk when they ascended close to the topmost layer.

"Let this be your test then, hero of Planet Earth. Heed what I've told you and claim your spoils." He pointed at a nest on the top of a tree.

Chayote jumped up and grabbed hold of the branch nearest to the top and closed her eyes. With the best intentions for tranquility, she bumped her head against the large leaf and made it move out of the way. She didn't breathe when the lemony skies greet her with their spiteful grill, with just calm and tranquility in her head, she approached the nest but then froze in place.

A grand manta-like creature floated over her head, each wing the size of a small town, providing shade to her. Chayote knew it felt too good to be true that she would just let the tyrannical planet blow hot air her way and she'd just take it. The vision became blurry again, just the sight of this thing made Chayote's knees weak and her body feel hefty, she'd plummet again, she knew it. A flash of lightning, Kokonatsuhan's elbow dug into the abdomen of the floating space manta and the fury of the whole Beiko tribe descended upon the majestic sky roamer. Chayote looked to her wrist and pressed a button on her wristwatch. With the aid of her rushing space shuttle, she scooped the Ultimate Dragon Ball up and then dove down, as far and as deep down as she could, closing the door in front of her and letting the temperature inside her shuttle stabilize.

Normal conditions now felt like absolute zero conditions. Chayote looked at the Dragon Ball with six black stars on it with all semblance of strength having left her body. She opened the shuttle again after a good five minutes to greet the Beiko warriors assembling around her shuttle.

"You've got heart, Saiyan warrior. Your instincts also seem to work for you instead of against you. When your quest to save the Earth is complete, we would be honored to train with you." Shunabehan nodded.

"Yeah… If I ever feel like I'd love a bit of burning hell, I'll drop by…" Chayote smirked with a weak expression of her face, the heat seemingly drained her of strength completely, just thinking of facing that manta ray of the skies made the Saiyan belch dry air.

"Take this, it should restore most of your strength. Take that cursed sphere off our planet. In doing so you may just save two planets at the same time…" Shunabehan looked at the black-starred Dragon Ball as if it was the eyeball of the devil itself.

"Oh… That's right…" Chayote realized after taking a nut of the Maihaku fruit off of Shunabehan's hands. "I guess you guys will owe me for taking the heat off of your planet."

"You will be doing no such thing, I'm afraid… But that's okay, we like it hot." Shunabehan nodded with a comfortable smirk on his face and saw Chayote's space pod blasting off into the skies above, despite the fact that she left familiar faces behind, the young Saiyan had to admit she felt happy and relieved to be departing from this despicable oven of a planet.

A bulky, orange man with horns on two sides and long, brown hair entered the hall of his lord. The orange-colored commander was accompanied by multiple platoons of soldiers from both sides and kneeled before a figure sunken in shadows, wearing a black hood with an orange scarf over its neck. The lord seated in a throne of skulls had black shoulderblades and a brown medallion with straps around it and a yellow undercoat and wore a helmet that seemed to be fitting to serve him as ample protection in just about any planet in space he would descent to. Only shriveled, dark green lips could be seen of the lord's flesh.

"Our drones have failed to secure the Dragon Ball, Lord Slug." The kneeling commander informed his liege, looking worked up about speaking of failure in front of him.

The shadowy figure raised its finger and a spark of yellow lit up on the tip of his orange glove. The bulky commander of Lord Slug's forces shook his hands out in front of him in terror.

"P-Please, Lord Slug, show mercy, the Dragon Ball has left Planet Beiko, our radars show it to be moving towards the edge of the North Galaxy!" the frightened giant fumbled out.

Slug's finger beam hit a soldier by the side of his commander square in the chest and sent the poor fellow down on the floor with a smoking crater in his chest cavity and no semblance of the soldier ever having been alive, to begin with on the soldier's face or body.

"Find it, do not fail me again. Perhaps I was too merciful to spare you the wrath of the Beiko warriors, renowned through the galaxy. Intervene directly, if necessary." Lord Slug ordered with a husky voice coming out of an ancient and shriveled body, surrounded in grand armor to make the Lord look at least a bit as threatening as he'd have been in his prime. "Nothing short of the Frieza Army elite is a challenge to us, Commander, I expect results."

"Yes, Lord Slug!" Commander Zeeun kneeled before his Lord again and left the room, sweaty and frightened to his core but glad to have survived the encounter as had it not been Lord Slug's own idea to send his army and heavy equipment to Planet Beiko and not invade directly, Commander Zeeun would not have left the throne room with his life.

Whoever that troublesome meddler that swiped the Dragon Ball right off of Lord Slug's face was, they'd know a world a pain soon enough for making Commander Zeeun worry about his own survival, he'd make sure of that personally if need be.