Alrighty then…So I changed my username to Temnascentric, guys, if you didn't notice. So here is the backstory of what happened to the Saiyans and the Arcosians. So here we go!

Long ago, a thousand years by the reckoning of Earthlings, the Saiyans lived on a beautiful planet, the name of which has been lost to time. But unfortunately, the temperament and actions of the planet's inhabitants did not match its beauty. The Saiyans were a warlike and destructive race, obsessed with becoming stronger and more powerful, for the most part. There was a small faction of good Saiyans that fought against those destructive Saiyans, but it was a losing battle. At the final battles, a powerful warrior made himself known among the ranks of the evil Saiyans, so powerful a legend formed around his very existence. He became known as the Legendary Super Saiyan, and all fell before his might. Beaten to the ground, the six remaining good Saiyans hid, and finally were forced to fight again. Five of the six transferred their power to the sixth, and he took on a form with power such that had never been seen in the whole of creation before that point. And thus the legend of the Super Saiyan God arose. But history is written by the victors, and against all the odds, the almighty God was defeated, running out of time in the form. There were simply too many of the evil Saiyans to defeat in the form's time limit.

And the last of the good Saiyans passed from the universe. And the Super Saiyan God passed from history.

But such was the power and bloodlust of the Legendary Super Saiyan that he destroyed his own planet, and almost all those on it, along with himself. A few of the more ingenious and powerful Saiyans were able to survive, though, trapping air on larger chunks of rock and piloting them to habitable planets.

And they purged them, and conquered them, and became many once again.

In time, though, all but one of the planets became uninhabitable, and the Saiyans began to wonder what they might do once their final refuge was in such a condition as well. For their power had begun to decrease greatly over the years, decades, even centuries, since the destruction of their own planet. And none of them had achieved the form of the now nigh-mythical Super Saiyan in many, many years, let alone that of the Legendary. So they began scouring the planet for anything that might allow them to survive. And they did find such a thing. A round, purplish object that had crashed from the sky many years ago. Exposed to the elements for so long, it had deteriorated much, but was amazingly still somewhat operable. And so they fixed it up as best they could, trying to understand the technology as they went along. But with so much brawn and so little brains, they did not get very far, and one day someone's tail brushed the launch button, sending the craft careening into space with naught but a scant thousand out of millions on board, the room having been made by crudely welding on large sheets of refined ore. And they pressed buttons rapidly, and hit the distress beacon.

But the beacon did not go unnoticed…

"Your Majesty, this planet seems to be barren as well. Shall we move on to the next one?" The tall, lanky bird-like navigator swiveled in the specially designed reclining fixed-place chair to face the imposing figure of King Kold. Imposing he may have been, and he may have had power to match and then some, but despite his fearsome appearance, he was actually rather kind and courteous to his underlings. "With all due speed. Please, let us be off." Kold stood up, cape flaring out behind him as if pushed by an invisible wind, and strode over to the front console of the ship. A cursory glance at the panels told him everything he wanted to know – unlike many in power that the Arcosians were in contact with, he did not consider learning to read and interpret such things as beneath him – indeed, he had issued a royal decree mandating his inferiors to do the same.

"Which planet should we scout next, sir? There is a promising one two systems away from this system, one that has a tolerably oxygenated atmosphere." Kold walked ponderously to the viewing window, then sat down slowly in the chair that was installed there, which was made especially for his weight and height. "Proceed. Perhaps this planet shall yield results." The navigator swung back around and began to tap buttons furiously. With the groan of hyperstressed metal, the ship lumbered into motion, heading off to the unknown planet.

A few hours later, the planet came into view, clouds swirling and obscuring large portions of the surface. However, it was rather obvious that there were large bodies of water covering a good percentage of it. "Initial scans indicate that there is a large population of warm-blooded animals on the surface. A good ratio of plant life…appears to be carbon-based. Shall we take it in for a landing, sir?" Kold stirred in his seat, not having moved for the duration of the trip. "Go ahead, but be careful. The last time we landed on an inhabited planet…well, you remember. The repairs took forever, and we really do not have the time to deal with another such setback. Try to land in an area without much life." The navigator tapped a few buttons, earning him an annoyed beep from the console. Frowning, (a remarkable achievement considering his species' lips were still rather hard from their evolution from birds to sapient creatures) he tapped another pattern of buttons, with similar results. "Sir, the planet appears to be rather densely inhabited. Touching down in any sort of hospitable uninhabited area seems to be impossible. The best I can do has a few warm-blooded life forms a few mileks away from it. Further scans indicate that they are bipedal, which probably means that they are sapient. I apologize, sir, but it looks like we are going to have to make this a quick visit if we don't wish to have a repeat of the Arlean debacle." Kold sighed. "It will have to do. Take us in."

While most Arcosian ships had even rudimentary stealth and shielding capabilities, the particular ship that the scouting expedition did not. As the flagship, it was expected that the potentate on board would have enough power to hide and protect it. In truth, the flagship was a heavily modified version of a frigate, meant to be big enough to carry large numbers of soldiers and cargo. The other ships were meant to do the fighting, as well as soldiers on board. So unfortunately, the descent was rather noisy and visible to the naked eye from the ground, though the immense amount of electrical power it was putting out would short out and overload any electrically based detection devices. But it still stuck out in the sky like a sore thumb.

"Sir…One of the life-forms is heading to where we will land. And at a very high speed, I might add, for one with no real ki signature to speak of," the navigator sighed. "Prepare to meet the natives." Kold groaned and stood up, walking heavily towards the landing bay. "Open the bay doors," he said. "I would prefer to take the brunt of any hostility myself, rather than risk any who might not be able to."

Beeping greeted the king as he opened the doors to the landing bay, along with a stiff blast of chilly air. He plodded over to the secondary controls and tapped in his passcode, but the beeping did not cease. A visiboard near him squawked and crackled to life, revealing the bird-faced navigator. "I apologize again, sir, but the bay hatch is jammed. It seems we shall have to do manual again." The visiboard flickered out, and the monarch rolled his eyes at the incompetence of the mechanics that had serviced the ship on the last stop. "Here we go again," he muttered, and pushed his ki beneath his feet to lift himself up to the top of the bay. He grabbed the hydraulics and began to pull, grunting as the metal fought him tooth and nail. Though such an action would not regularly produce such strain, the metal was specially harvested and refined from the heart of a dead star, and was thus exceedingly heavy and strong, not to mention dense enough to generate a gravitational field strong enough to occasionally grab the teleboards that the techies liked to use when examining them for weak spots, making them snap in half like sticks. Screeching like an angry animal, the hydraulics finally admitted defeat and inched apart, opening the hatch.

Kold dropped to the ground, crouching slightly to absorb the shock of the impact, and stood at the end of the ramp as it began to descend. When it clanged with the ground, leaving a dent in the stony soil, he stepped off, walking out and surveying the surroundings. Tapping his scouter, he connected to the bridge. "Send a few soldiers out, in gear." Tapping it again, he looked around again and noticed a large cloud of dust rising in the distance. "I suppose this is the life-form that he was talking about," the monarch murmured to himself, even as the soldiers he had requested began piling out of the ship. "Four high, four right, four left, four away," he called back to the soldiers, and they nodded and flew to follow his commands. Four settled to his far right, four to his left, four above, and four scattered to scout the area. As the soldiers passed near the origin of the dust, the dust suddenly stopped, and a yellow flash emerged from the point of origin towards the head soldier. The soldiers dodged it, and flew on, not willing to blow up the native before the king had dealt with whoever it was. The dust started up again, but this time following the soldiers. Kold frowned and took off, the ki radiating off his feet pushing a small crater into the ground, and he flew off to the dust's origin point.

The small blue vehicle smashed into the king's shins, crumpling up like a tin can. The Arcosian monarch frowned and peered inquisitively through the cracked glass, trying to see what was inside. From inside he heard a panicked yell, a sharp series of clicks, then the glass exploded outwards around a metal projectile of some sort, followed closely by five others. Kold caught the first one, but the next two smacked into his forehead, where they impacted and flattened like metal pancakes, falling to the ground with a light tinkling sound. The remaining objects missed his body altogether, hissing off into the distance. Kold became slightly annoyed and reached into the hole created by the projectiles, grasping the end of something metallic feeling, and yanked lightly. The object flew out of the glass, scattering more of it, and with it came a plump biped, holding on for dear life to said object, his eyes shut tight and his face a picture of terror, screaming, "Dammit, I voted for Bush!" He crashed into the ground a few seconds later, and his yelling was muffled by the dirt. Kold was surprised that the creature spoke Common, and strode over to the creature's side. "Biren, can you figure out what that device is that he had?" asked the king, tapping his scouter so that the birdlike navigator could see the said device. The sound of beeping emanated from the scouter as the lackey attempted to answer the question. "Ah…I believe it is called a gun, sir. I have discovered some data streams on this planet. It appears that they have only recently begun to explore space, and even then only to the moon. Approximately fifty years ago, by their reckoning. It doesn't appear that there might be anything that might be of interest to us, sir. I believe we should depart; scanners detect several airborne devices heading our way at a high rate of speed. I do not believe them to be friendly." Kold tapped his scouter again, relaying the message to the rest of his soldiers, including the ones out on scouting patrols.

At his feet, the biped groaned. "Also, Biren, what are the natives called?" the monarch asked. A few beeps answered him, then the navigator replied, "According to the data streams, they are called humans, sir. Descended from a creature they call an ape. Would you like information on copulation habits, sir? There are a…rather large number of streams that pertain to…such…things…oh dear, that is explicit. Oh my, now that is just lewd." Kold grimaced as the sounds of the said streams came over his scouter. "No, Biren, that shall not be necessary. Let's go." The four soldiers that had left on the scouting mission dropped out of the sky and landed next to their king. Two had scorch marks on their armor, and the other two bore armfuls of what Kold assumed were native foods. "Head back to the ship, and dump those by the lab when you go," the king instructed. The human at his feet groaned again and began to stand up, and froze when he saw the three-toed foot in front of him. Slowly, he shakily raised his head up further, and whimpered when he saw the face of the king. He flipped onto his back and began crab-crawling away, hoping not to be noticed. Unfortunately, he bumped into something warm and fleshy. He froze again, and slowly looked up. Another soldier was looking down at him. The soldier tried to give a friendly smile, but with the gator-like jaws that his species was blessed with, the effect didn't quite make it across the species gap, though the smile would have made any female member of his species swoon. The human screamed and stood up and ran, shooting up another cloud of dust as he ran away. "Leave him," the king said as one of the other soldiers made to pursue. "The poor thing is probably terrified out of his mind. Let us return to the ship." He walked up the ramp, followed closely by the soldiers.

As the ship exited the atmosphere, a harsh screeching erupted from the navigation panel. Everyone on the bridge immediately clutched their ears, wincing in pain from the high frequency. Biren began to rapidly tap buttons, and the screeching stopped. "Sir, we have received a distress signal from ship number 419, the one that crashed on the planet Kanassa. Should we answer?" Kold appeared surprised. "That one? The one that was sucked into a wormhole? It survived?" Biren tapped a few more pads and a schematic of the missing ship popped up on the viewing window. "Yes sir. But it appears to be a bit scrambled. Do we respond?" Kold pondered the question for a few minutes, weighing whether or not the signal might be a trap, and finally decided in the affirmative. "Go ahead, Biren." The navigator tapped a few buttons and the ship groaned as it lurched into motion. Kold began to head over to the lab, to examine the fruits obtained from the planet.

The king ducked into the somewhat short laboratory, looking around the room until he located the lab tech. "Ah, Your Majesty! Are you here to examine what was obtained from the planet? It appears that these foods are in fact edible by all of us. I am especially intrigued by the package labeled 'Pringles,' though, my lord, because its contents are rather… tasty, if I may say so myself. Would Your Majesty like to try one?" The techie looked so hopeful that Kold accepted the yellow flake presented to him, and found that he enjoyed the taste. "Hmmm…so perhaps we should find out the chemical composition of this particular food and replicate it," the king murmured. The young techie's face brightened significantly upon hearing this, and he began bustling around eagerly, exclaiming, "I shall begin analyzing it immediately, my lord!" Kold began to voice a protest, but the words died in his throat as he observed the techie's devotion to his task. He smiled and left the room to take his post back up at the bridge.

A few hours later, the ship dropped out of the high speed slipstream, arriving at the site of the distress beacon's origin. What greeted their eyes was a large, ugly grey lump of metal attached like a parasite to the side of one of the Planet Trade Organization's ships. They pulled alongside it, and were shocked to see dozens of faces crowding the viewing window, ones similar, if not nigh on identical to the faces of the inhabitants of the planet that they had just left. Many of the faces registered shock, and some wore a happy one. "Uh, sir? Preliminary scans indicate around a thousand life-forms on that craft. There are quite a few weak points on the structure attached to the main ship. My estimate is that they have less than two, maybe three days before they rupture. I suggest that we tow first and ask questions later." Biren's voice was obviously strained as he began to initiate the command sequence, anticipating the king's response. "Please do, Biren. You've already started, so you might as well continue." The entire ship hummed, then the lights began to dim as power was rerouted to the tow beams. Kold closed his eyes and added his telekinetic powers to the mix, folding some of the corners of the extensions inwards to stop some leaks he detected. With a few more groans, the ship was hauled into line behind the flagship, and they began heading towards the nearest base.

Alrighty, then…I've decided to scrap parts of my fic and actually do something similar to what the fantastic Ryu no Ohi did with her fic, and give insights periodically into Frieza's past. So chapters four through six will be getting an overhaul pretty soon, six being right now. This will explain my universe, and what happened to the Arcosian's planet. As always, please review!