"This man needs immediate medical assistance!" a pair of colorful humanoid aliens with onion-shaped heads burst into a futuristic-looking building while a hovering horizontal medical pod flew in between them, guided by nearby hand motions of either of the two humanoid aliens.
"He accidentally ingested red meat, thinking it was beetroot!" a pink-colored chubby humanoid alien with an onion-shaped head reported while their salad-green colored patient groaned from inside the hovering medical pod.
"Red meat? How could it have gotten here? It causes extreme allergic reactions to the entire Tamaneg race!" the Tamanegi healer grabbed his head and shook it in disbelief before snapping out from the shock and leaning over the pod, taking control of it from the Tamanegi that brought the patient to the alien hospital. "Never mind that, I guess the police will have to look into it. Right now, we need to operate this man immediately!"
A flood of short and chubby Tamanegi, all with dumpling or onion-shaped heads, bundled together. All of them wore upgraded models of Frieza Army scouters that were repurposed for medical use. The various healers rushed to the operating room alongside the medical pod. Another handful of aliens fiddled with the conditions inside the medical pod. The fiddlers regulated the pod's temperature and what hormones or chemicals the pod provided to the patient to keep them alive. At least for as long as it would take to remove the indigestible crime against the Tamanegi kind that was red meat.
"Hello, hello… Can you hear me, sir? We need to find out where you got your hands on red meat!" a yellow-colored Tamaneg leaned closer to the sickly face of the patient while the bundle of healers rushed into an elevator and shot up across a sky-scraping technological marvel brought about the Frieza Army's technological advancement and intergalactic conquests.
"Come on, what does it matter where he got it from? You can find and buy it on Planet Tamaneg. Lord Frieza and his generals treated it as a delicacy so it's widespread to this day!" a red-colored Tamaneg objected to his colleague trying to reach the Tamaneg patient who was drifting in and out of consciousness.
"But we need to know what type of animal it was. Animals that produce red meat from different planets produce different substances when being digested, even if we cut it out of him, he will still need steroids and months of chemical imbalance regulation to recover!" the yellow Tamaneg objected their case. "Besides, since the fall of Lord Frieza, red meat is nowhere as accessible as it was years ago. That means that the red meat might have gone bad. Red meat is poisonous, rotten red meat is a death sentence. If it's some Earthling tourists leaving their lunch again, that's one thing, but if it's a Tamanegi restaurant trying to get rid of its meat supply by disguising it as beetroot, we might have a criminal enterprise on our hands! The police will need to be involved!"
"For now, let's just focus on saving the patient!" a light blue Tamaneg doctor interrupted the argument between his colleagues. While they rushed the poisoned Tamaneg into the operating room, another batch of round and short Tamanegi spilled into the operating room, dressed in slick silver medical garbs and wearing facial masks.
A pair of Tamanegi sat behind a terrifying-looking buzz saw machine and activated it. The machine reached with a buzz saw disc attached to a mechanical hand over the operating table. Another bundle of Tamanegi prepared the patient while one more observed his vitals and the chemical chaos brewing in the organ system of the poisoned Tamaneg patient.
"If we cut now, he'll never survive the procedure! We need to inject him with 190 Tamagrams of radish extract for an immunity booster, then a unit of TNG beetroot to prevent blood loss complications!" a cream-colored Tamaneg slammed his hands over the screen displaying the patient's vitals. The Tamanegi healthcare system did its best to save the unfortunate individual, who proved to be more resistant to the treatment and veggie booster shots than he was to the plague of red meat dragging him to the grave.
"We need to call it…" a pale Tamaneg stumbled back from the medical pod, sweating from his forehead with a cartoonish spray.
"We need to cut the red meat out!" a pink Tamaneg objected, running up to their colleague and wiping the sweat off of their forehead so that they could rejoin the fold.
"It's no use. Whether we call the time of death or try cutting the meat out in his current state, he's dead either way. We need someone to merge with the patient. Perhaps the boost in strength will give us the time we need to remove the contaminant?" a red Tamaneg covered up their face and shook their head.
"We can't just merge with a patient! That's against the Aboricose Convention! May as well burn the book on medical ethics as we know it!" a deep-blue Tamaneg doctor objected.
Before they could discuss the topic any further. A blinding beacon of light peered through the window and stunned all of them with the luster. When the Tamanegi healers overcame the initial shock and turned to the spacecraft equipped with tank-like wheels and rolling belts slid its front tempered plastic panel back and revealed a round, murky green Machine Mutant standing on the front of the spacecraft. With a clamorous sonic boom, the Machine Mutant's spacecraft shattered the glass panel, allowing the Machine Mutant to enter.
"Wh-What's going on!?" a Tamaneg growled in the face of a one-ship alien invasion.
"I've come to rescue this Tamaneg's life," the Machine Mutant scout proclaimed before beginning to twitch and jerk around. From the orifices around his mechanical parts, a jasmine-colored goop sprayed out. It was reflective and mercury-like in texture, chilling the Tamanegi healers. When it sprung to life and engulfed the poisoned Tamaneg patient, the doctors jumped out of their way, worried that it would devour them whole. Instead, the slime wobbled and formed a round, head-like appendage with beaming, burgundy-colored eyes that soon became absorbed by the Tamaneg's body.
For a few seconds, the Tamanegi healers stood and shook in absolute silence. Then, the patient's eyes opened, and he sat up in the medical pod, looking around the room. His stare seemed haunted, terrified at first. But when he set his eyes on the Machine Mutant scout who landed on Planet Tamaneg just to find and save him, the Tamaneg offered his hero a malevolent smirk that flexed all the wrong facial muscles in the most off-putting of ways.
"This is… A scientific miracle! How did you do this? Who and what exactly are you!?" a pink Tamaneg approached the Machine Mutant scout. A crude shove of a cold, robotic arm moved them away from obstructing the meeting of the healed Tamaneg and the heroic Machine Mutant scout. The two stared at each other for a moment. Then the Tamaneg smiled. While the emotion of the Machine Mutant was impossible to tell because of the simplistic and robotic appearance of the unit, one could have assumed that his feelings about this situation were like those of the healed Tamaneg.
"You are a Tsufurian now. You don't need to fear meat anymore. Planet Vegeta used to have both advanced meat processing plants and lush jungles and gardens. As a Tsufurian under the protection of Baby, you needn't fear or worry about anything," the Machine Mutant said.
"Show me!" the Tamaneg said with eagerness oozing from his forced body language. The budding bits of Baby's malleable body that corrupted his mind wasn't quite used to controlling a Tamaneg's body. Nor would it be accustomed to any other body, as the split that gave it life literally just happened a couple of minutes ago.
The Machine Mutant jumped out the window that he had entered through and into the spacecraft. The recovered Tamaneg fostering Baby's consciousness followed soon. The Tamanegi healers jumped to reason with their fellow Tamaneg, but the spacecraft closed its lid and carried the two off into the atmosphere before the Tamanegi planetary defense force could properly respond to this one-vessel incursion.
"I am… Tsufurian? Are you a Tsufurian too? We look different, how does that work?" the reborn Tamaneg couldn't stop marveling at his new body.
"I have a small fraction of Baby's body inside me. It merged with me and is growing inside of me, but Machine Mutants are more machine than organics, they cannot serve as true hosts. Baby's body goes through perpetual growth and, when it grows enough, it can split unnecessary bits and devolve into an earlier stage of growth. Meanwhile, the split part of Baby's body can take over an organic host, merging with their mind," the Machine Mutant replied with a stuttering mechanical voice.
"I am… Baby?" the Tamaneg wondered, looking at his Tamaneg body. He just couldn't stop wondering how this new consciousness of his worked, as he felt exactly like the person he was before, but also not all at the same time.
"Negative. Baby grows and matures, but he can split himself to reverse that process. To help you understand, let's say Baby can become Baby Level 2 in an hour. Instead, Baby can split the lifeless maturity he's gone through and remain Baby Level 1, while sending his other mindless husks into other hosts. Upon taking Baby in, you do not become Baby. There is just one Baby. However, the person you were earlier merges with Baby and becomes a different person entirely. A Tsufurian who lives and serves the main Baby host," the Machine Mutant pointed out.
"So… I am just a drone, then? And yet… I feel content and eager to serve Baby for some reason…" the Tamaneg grumbled, as if he wanted to feel maddened by this revelation of what it cost him to stay alive, but couldn't because of some hormonal concoction inside of him that compelled him to seek the satisfaction of Baby.
"Negative. I, a Machine Mutant, am a drone. I am just a carrier of Baby, but I cannot become a Tsufurian like you have. I can only carry and help my part of Baby grow until it gives birth to another Tsufurian," the Machine Mutant pointed out. "It will make more sense when we arrive at M-2 and Baby explains everything. In Baby's eyes, he lives to serve you, the New Tsufurians, just as much as you wish to serve him. You shouldn't fret, you are part of the rebirth of the once glorious Tsufurian race!"
"I am… A Tsufurian?" the Tamaneg looked up at the boundless vastness of space that still lay ahead of their destination–the cybernetic planet M-2 that headed toward its destination where all of Baby's Machine Mutant carrier drones would return with new Tsufurians to restore their long-gone race.
Despite his awe at the life-changing experience he had just gone through, there was something far more shocking that attracted the changed Tamaneg to press his onion-shaped face to the front screen in reverence. Before him loomed a supermassive planet that eclipsed anything that the Tamaneg got to see in his space-faring life by hundreds of thousands of times. This living cybernetic sphere glowing with neon lights and emitting black clouds of fumes from sky-scraping towers could've qualified as a large star on any system in the galaxy.
What impressed the stunned Tamaneg even further was the influx of vessels exactly like the one he was swooping through the galaxy in. All of them homing in on the cybernetic star from all corners of the universe. Wherever the Tamaneg turned, all he could see were more sky-blue energy beams, sending more and more ships back to the supermassive planet they'd disembarked on this recruitment drive from.
"Are those ships carrying other Tsufurians?" the bewildered Tamaneg muttered, pointing at a specific beam of light and then trailing his finger all across, as if trying to draw a circle around the countless vessels, bringing new faces back to M-2.
"Correct. Other New Tsufurians, people exactly like you. People that were close to death, were just about to be abandoned by their earlier lives and dumped into an early grave. People in need of another chance," the Machine Mutant replied. The round-shaped drone had its entire lower body connected with the space vessel. Almost like they built the entire ship with such a round drone becoming part of it in mind. The closer their vessel came to M-2, the more apparent it became that everything there looked so necessary and precise. Everything ran like clockwork and seeing all the different floored faces in all those ships made the Tamaneg wonder how he would fit into this clockwork system.
"This is a massive planet. You will need decillions of people to fill it up without having everyone feel like everyone's worlds apart. And yet you only grabbed me. I'm sure there would have been more Tamanegi that would have served Baby if only you stayed there and sifted them through," the Tamaneg said, glancing at his lifesaver companion with the corner of his eye from time to time.
"The planet's size is adaptable. It can be as massive or as small as it needs to be to best suit the New Tsufurians. It will grow when civilization is restored and it can shrink down to make everyone feel more comfortable and make living here more efficient. Baby specifically instructed us to not take more than a handful of individuals from each planet and only grab those needing a second chance. He isn't trying to be a tyrant and kidnap his new people. New Tsufurians will be restored from what the other planets can spare," the Machine Mutant replied with a blinking pattern to the red light glowing from its one googly eye.
"Huh, who's that!?" the Tamaneg leaned to the right, planting his face against the adamantine screen built to withstand even the toughest cosmic phenomenon one might encounter while traveling through space.
"That is Baby. He must be overseeing the revival of his race," the Machine Mutant replied without sparing as much as a look for the short yet bulky Saiyan with spiky white hair and cybernetic patterns spreading across his toned and athletic muscles. The more time Baby spent in Vegeta's shell and the more he let his true body mature inside it, the more of Baby's features Vegeta attained. The maturity was swift. Even with the rapid sharing with the Machine Mutant drones of his flesh and blood, Baby was still at a further stage of maturity than he was when he left the site of M-2's initial decimation before the planet was restored.
With beady black eyes surrounded by red crosshairs, Baby Vegeta followed the trajectory of the ship with a blank stare before it took off and left him to brood atop the communications tower. When the ship descended to the lower levels, the Tamaneg got his chance to see the hefty Machine Mutant tanks rolling around, but instead of their earlier primary purpose as indomitable machines of war, this time the reproduced Machine Mutant military was working on restoring the decimated planet M-2 and upgrading it to better suit the new life of the revived Tsufurian race.
"This planet… It's all metal and heavy machinery. You Machine Mutants all look like robots. Are you the masters of this planet? Why are you sacrificing so much to the restoration of the New Tsufurians?" the Tamaneg asked while his companion was busy driving, having switched his vessel from space-faring speed to a more vehicular method of transportation more akin to a whizzing hovercar.
"This planet and the Machine Mutant race were built by the mastermind behind Baby. Our entire life's purpose is to serve Baby's needs and Baby's goal is to restore the New Tsufurians. We do not understand why, but, eventually, he intends to let us go free and attend to our own business. Right after the New Tsufurians are restored and the Planet Vegeta is terraformed to host its true natives, Baby claimed he would banish us to "mind our own business"," the Machine Mutant scout explained.
"Not that you ever sound very excited but… I feel pain inside you," the Tamaneg pulled away from inspecting the peerless advancement of his new home to focus on the little round drone that saved his life and then offered him a new one immediately after. It was as if he had saved his life and then given birth to him on top. It was strange to think and try to quantify being granted two lives with one action.
"It must be the parts of Baby inside us speaking to each other. Perhaps the part I still carry inside me has matured enough to feel sad and you relate to it. Or perhaps it is Baby himself who feels sad and all of us relate to him? Either way, Machine Mutants were built to make Baby's birth come to fruition. The very reason for our existence is to serve him. Being sent away and told to be free feels a lot like the end," the Machine Mutant pointed out. "Maybe it is because we Machine Mutants cannot truly host Baby's flesh and become New Tsufurians ourselves? Perhaps Baby doesn't see us worthy of living out his dream alongside him because of this? Either way, for as long as we can be of service to Baby, we will serve."
"This place looks like paradise," the Tamaneg looked around again, after sharing a moment of sullen self-reflection with his companion and returning to the marvels of M-2.
"That is the idea," the Machine Mutant replied. The little drone pressed on the accelerator and put the vessel into an uncontrollable spin as a jet of blue energy beam propelled it forward. It was the shared connection on the same network with the other drivers that allowed the Machine Mutant to maneuver the ship while avoiding crashes. Accidents such as these would've put the restoration of the New Tsufurians into jeopardy.
Baby's dream was coming to life, one person at a time.