This story uses the Saiyan race of DBZ fame, but does not use any of its main characters or plot lines. Hence, I am posting this chapter in SciFi rather than Celebrity. It can be called fan fiction. I hope you like it. Give me comments and feedback on your way out.
Measures of weight, time and length have been converted to human units. In case you haven't seen DBZ, Saiyans look like humans, but are infinitely more powerful.
DISCLAIMER
- Note that the alien races shown here are barbaric and cruel. The things they are implied to have done have not been watered down. Not a fluffy read ahead, in case you expected that.
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A mighty wind buffeted the surface of the desolate rocky planet. The four visitors stood in silence, drinking in the landscape around them. Over the far horizon, they could see a star. It peeked out, casting a mauve hue over the spires rising from the surface.
"So what do you make of it?" said the unusually dark Daxos to his fellow squad member. His dim eyes betrayed no emotion.
"Tough to say," replied the slightly fairer Xharo. "The place looks of no use. Maybe the inhabitants will be better."
They turned to face their leader. Fasha looked around once, then once more. Her battle weary eyes saw nothing redeeming about it. The other three stood at rapt attention, awaiting her order. They had no loyalty towards her, Saiyans never do. Fear was always a bigger motivator.
"Split up and see if there is anything worth salvaging on this rock."
Immediately, the three subordinates flew off in different directions at terrific speeds leaving Fasha to her own thoughts. She went and sat on a smooth boulder nearby, thinking about her next step. Part of her wished they would not find any useful life forms here. If they found any, they would not survive long at the hands of their new masters.
Her eyes drifted over the Eastern sky. The stars shown clearly on the black cosmos. This sight was always a source of wonder, even though she had been to some of the farthest corners of the universe.
A small dome of white light appeared to her East. It was followed by several larger explosions, ending in one so powerful, it lit up the ground for an instant. She did not even bat an eyelid at the dazzling inferno or the plume of smoke.
She had seen it all and more. In her opinion, she had seen too much.
A while later, all three returned to her. Xharo looked tired from his exertions.
"Find anything?"
"Nothing, my lady," said Daxos. "The only race on this planet seems to be a shambling species that is too slow and clumsy for any work."
"Yes, my lady," Xharo jumped in excitedly. "I got some good workout eliminating one of their settlements."
All eyes turned to the third subordinate in the squad. Cassimir had a suggestion.
"Can't we make it into a frontier outpost?"
"No. We have enough outposts for this quadrant," said Fasha firmly, knowing fully well what her statement meant for the planet. She had a duty to effectively see that this part of space was explored. Individual planets were pittance compared to the greater plan.
The others nodded obediently. All of them would have killed her and taken her place without a second thought. The only problem was that her power level was over a million times higher than all of theirs combined... and that was when she wasn't powered up for battle.
All four of them flew back in silence to their spacecraft hovering in the sky. The hatch opened on cue, letting them in.
"What shall we do, my lady?" Cassimir asked.
"You know what has to be done," she said evenly. "Decide who amongst the three of you will do it."
Fasha left them to their task and walked to the upper level, sinking into her chair. The planet loomed overhead, its time drawing near. She watched through the cameras as Xharo was designated to put the worthless chunk of stone out of existence. He held his palms together and his face contorted with intense concentration. He was focusing his energy into a ball in the palm of his hand.
She watched as the blue mass of pure energy crept outside the doors and grew. He had been working on his technique. It was about as large as the spaceship now, a brilliant blue mass of power.
"Fire it already," urged Cassimir. He nodded and his creation hurtled towards the surface of the planet. She watched its progress through her glass panel.
It reduced to a shiny spot, before making impact with the ground. There was a minor eruption at first, which multiplied at an alarming rate. Visible fissures ran through the entire surface, lit up by the sudden influx of energy.
Fasha turned the chair around. This was a sight she had seen too often. The planet ignited in a spectacular manner. The brightness lit up the interior of the spacecraft for a few moments, subsiding into nothingness, like the planet itself. She glanced over her shoulder to see empty space where a planet just stood.
One more species had been put out of their misery. This time, she did not even get to see them.
A smaller blast from the lower level indicated her crew of three had reduced by one. Not at all uncommon, considering how Saiyans would kill their own families if they perceived them to be a threat. Gender did not matter, all that mattered was power and those who had it.
She descended to see the mess. Cassimir and Daxos stood over the prone body of Xharo, who had spent all of his energy dispensing with the planet, giving the other two a perfect opportunity.
"We never liked him much, my lady," Daxos admitted, his palm ready to land the final strike.
She eyed them with a look of utter disinterest.
"Go ahead," she said, climbing back up. "Finish it off."
Gleefully, Daxos flung a small white burst of energy at the limp form, disintegrating it in a flash. All that remained was a burn mark on the metal floor.
"That's that," he said, retiring to his compartment.
