Dragon Ball Prime

Chatper 1:The Legion

In just three days, we've secured the entire planet.
I've been unable to sense even the slightest hint of Pint's ki. He's been missing for over a month now, so the king sent me after him—and expects a report by the end of today.

The Fruitains are resourceful. They managed to transport him without us noticing. But now, we've pinpointed their location.

"General Gallon, we've located the group of Fruitains holding Pint. They're hiding in the western outskirts of the planet's desert," my scout reports.

"Very well. Let's move," I say, rising into the sky.
That damned idiot... I told him to be careful, to study his enemy, and never forget his basic training before making a move, I think as I blast off toward the desert.

"Sir! We're approaching the hideout."

"Stay back and observe—you might learn something," I order. I float down and immediately sense something is wrong. There's no ki, no guards.

There should be seven guards, but none are outside or inside. Where are they? I wonder, cautiously entering the hideout.

I close my eyes and send a small wave of ki through the base, trying to locate Pint. Moments later, I'm not disappointed—I detect a faint ki signal from Pint, along with several smaller ones. Using instant transmission, I teleport to the door and kick it down.

"So this is where you've been hiding. What neat little trick did you use?" I say angrily.
You have some nerve pulling this, and you chose a ranking officer. You have a death wish.

"How did he get here?!" one shouts.
"There's no way he found us with these ki disruptors!"

Two rush me with perfectly timed punches and kicks. But they're predictable. I dodge under their attacks, and by the looks on their faces, they didn't expect that. I throw one off balance and push the other, causing him to stumble.

"Anyone else want to try their luck?" I glare at the rest of the guards.

"So that's how you've hidden your ki," I sneer, beginning to laugh.
This is your unlucky day.

"You've shamed us as Saiyan warriors and made fools of us all. That is unforgivable."

I uncross my arms, and a black-and-white aura begins to form around me. I flex my ki, causing the planet to shake.

"This is where you Fruitains went wrong—you're arrogant and rely too much on technology. You should have killed him when you had the chance. Maybe then you could have lived."

"Wait! Please, no! We were only following orders—to capture and interrogate him as the king commanded!" they scream.
"We'll pay any price! Please spare us!"

Before one finishes, I snatch him by the face and hold him up. A golden symbol on my trench coat glows. At the sight of it, the room falls silent, and the soldiers drop to their knees.

One mutters, trembling:
"The Legion..."
He repeats it until he falls silent.

He stands, pulls out a pair of keys, and walks over to Pint's cell, unlocking the shackles.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing? You'll get us all killed!" another shouts, running at him.

He tries to grab his collar, but I drop the soldier and grab his arm, flipping him onto his back and pressing my foot into his shoulder.

"No one said you could move," I say, pressing harder until I hear bones crack.
"You can kiss this arm goodbye," I sneer, locking eyes with the others.

As I break his arm, screams fill the room. I drop him and kick him aside.
"Who's next?" I say. Silence. Only fear.

The Fruitain unlocking Pint's shackles mutters:
"We're already dead... This Saiyan... he is Gallon, The Legion—the pinnacle of the Saiyan race. He has stopped wars with his presence and conquered the Jeken galaxy in the King's name."

"Impossible!" one shouts.
"Why would someone so high-ranking come for a lowly Saiyan like this?"

"ENOUGH!" I shout.
"CELLEIN!"

"Yes, General," she appears by my side.
"Take Pint to the ship and get him in the rejuvenation chamber. He and I will have a long talk when he wakes. Make sure nothing happens before you return. We're leaving this pathetic planet. I no longer wish to conquer it."

"Yes, sir!" she says, grabbing Pint and disappearing.

I look back at the Fruitains on the ground with broken arms.
"You disgust me," I say, spitting on the ground before blasting them with a barrage of ki blasts, leaving them gravely injured.

I raise my palm and focus a massive ki blast into the ground—enough to blow up the planet. Seconds later, the planet trembles violently.

"Please, no..." one pleads, grabbing my foot. I kick him through a wall, killing him instantly.

I gaze over the bodies.
"What a waste," I mutter—a race with so much potential, squandered.

"You have five minutes to get off my planet," I warn, then turn and instant-transmit to the ship's command room.

Cellein is waiting.
"Sir, I have the report," she says.

"Proceed."

"Pint is in the rejuvenation chamber. He's recovering quickly; his wounds have been tended, and he should regain consciousness within the hour."

"Very well. And my troops?"

"All accounted for, General."

I nod.
"Good job today finding Pint. Protecting our own is paramount for the King. You're dismissed."

I walk to the window, watching the dying planet. Cellein stands beside me, watching too.

"Cellein, what do you think of my decision to destroy the planet?"

"Honestly," she says, looking me in the eyes,
"what a waste of a good planet. It had many riches and resources that could aid our conquest for the King."

We watch the planet explode into millions of pieces.

"No matter," I say. "There are plenty like it. Set course for Planet Vegein. We're going home."

"Sir, we have an incoming transmission from the King."

"Put him through."

Visual transmission begins.

"Gallon, I hope you have good news."

"Sir, yes! We have eradicated the Fruitain race; they will no longer be a threat. I deemed their planet unfit to serve you, so I destroyed it. When they realized who I was, fear took hold, and they were ready to betray their king and race."

"I didn't ask for details, Gallon."

"Yes, sir! Sorry, sir," I reply hastily.

"What of Pint?"

"He's recovering quickly and should be fully healed within the hour." I bow my head.

"Very well. I expect you and your brother within hours."

"Yes, Father. I will not disappoint you."

The transmission ends.

A troop enters.
"General Gallon! Pint is regaining consciousness and waiting in the rejuvenation chamber."

"Cellein, prep the training room to max output. He and I have a long talk coming."

"Yes, sir."

I walk away, muttering,
"Go easy on him..."