Year 480

The small Arcosian climbed out of the freezing ground, collapsing once he escaped. A small woman was walking through the icy paths and barely saw the smallest one when she was gathering the newborns. She picked it up and brought it to the nursery to check his power level along with the others. The small creature had blue bio gems on his shoulders, chest, forearms, ankles and over his groin. His bio armor was a dark grey, his tail white, and his skin that showed through was a blue slightly darker than his bio gems. His eyes were entirely yellow, usually only seen in royalty and warriors.

"95, 66, 172... 15? How old is this one?" The head scientist asked the woman who brought all of the children.

"He should be getting close to six months now. He's the first of his generation to get out."

"Give it to Icikle. He's good at teaching the weak ones."

The woman nodded, and cradled the newborn, carrying him to his new father.

Seven years earlier, on planet Vegeta, a Saiyan was born. Nothing special about his birth or parents. His hair was brown, lighter than saiyans black hair. His power level was average for a newborn, fluctuating from 24 to 77. He was sent through the programming and sent to the planet earth, to be retrieved when he was 7. His brother had been sent to earth years before, but had been lost halfway to earth.

"Watch over your brother." A man said to his the sky as he watched his second son, Celrik, be sent off.

Year 490.

Celrik was still on earth, 17 years since his original departure. He had long since forgotten about the saiyans, and no one was sent after to retrieve him. He was found by a family. He still had violent tendencies at that point, so his instinct was to attack the family. After he had settled down, the mother pointed out his tail to her family and he was taken home, but that night his Great Ape form was unleashed, killing the family. Celrik had a vague idea of what happened, and had since stayed away from humans, preferring to train in the forests alone. He occasionally had to deal with teens exploring the area, but never payed too much attention to them. His armor also scared off whoever continued to bug him.

"...be fun, come on, we've all been here fifty times before. You're the only one who hasn't." Celrik heard someone talking and sensed a group of kids coming.

"Hey kids, fuck off." Celrik said to them, rather harshly.

"W-who just said that? Juse was that you?" The kid from earlier spoke.

"If someone says something, listen, and do you not have any spatial awareness?"

The kid looked up, and saw Celrik meditating in the trees. Celrik jumped down to look at them and was still shorter than them at 6'3. All of them looked stronger than Celrik, and had a smug aura about them.

"Yo, it's cool man. And what's the thing you got behind your back." The kid said, raising his hands and peeking past Celrik.

"Nothing, now head back the way you came. I like to be alone." Celrik turned and grabbed hold of the nearest tree, climbing back up it.

"Weirdo," The kid pulled out a knife and cut Celrik's tail off, "Oh no! Now you can't play monkey anymore!"

Celrik growled, then jumped back, pushing the kid into the ground, and repeatedly jammed his skull into the rocky earth below. He other kids had already ran off before he finished, and Celrik didn't care. He looked at what the kid had cut off, then grabbed the kids shirt, and held it below his back, where his tail used to be. He saw the sun lower to the edge of the horizon, and he realized he had to get farther away, so that his great ape form wouldn't hurt anyone.

"3, 2, 1." He counted down before he opened his eyes towards the moon. After several seconds without transforming, he began to think what was different, then remembered his tail. It clicked, and he finally could get some rest.

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Shivero was running from the missile barrage. It had begun days before, but he had no clue who was attacking them. He had just been trying to make it to an escape pod. His goal was in sight, but was stopped when some human slammed down on the ground in front of him.

"Haha, didn't think you'd get out that easily, did you?" He punched Shivero as he said the last word, sending him flying back.

"You bastards!" Frose, Shivero's brother, screamed. He flew to the man who just repeated what he did with Shivero. Frose was sent back. Shivero reaching out as he saw Frose get stopped by a taller man, whose leg slammed down on top of him. Shivero shut his eyes as he heard his brother's ribs crack, and Frose couldn't let a word out.

"Haha, I see why the boss wanted to come here. It's fun watching these things squirm."

"I know right! And they call themselves demons, like they can compare to us." The shorter human spoke, his voice much harsher than before.

Shivero opened his eyes, only to see the creatures already gone, and his brother laying on the ground, chest heaving. Shivero started to stand, using his tail to help, and rushed over to Frose. His brother was still alive, with his tail in pieces and lower body crushed, he was still able to reach his arm up. Shivero grabbed his forearm.

"Don't get yourself killed," He said, coughing throughout.

Shivero felt his pulse stop, and waited long after to finally move away from the body. He looked back at the pods, then hobbled towards them.

AN: Yeah, this is pretty short, but this is kinda the Dragon Ball to the rest of the story. Just a setup for the good stuff to come. I'll describe the characters better in another chapter. Till then \_(°-°)_/