The eyes of a tyrant glared upon a marble floating in space, a ruby covered with tendrils of white shrouds. His gaze was the sum of both the ire that the presence of this solitary space rock brought up from inside his tiny yet cold and hardened core and the soothing solace that his own ethereal reflection from the illuminator provided. A soft noise of the opening mechanical doors made the red irises of the tiny terror move more towards the right, where the reflection of the entering right-hand man of his could have been seen.

"Lord Frieza, I have come to inform you that we have received a signal from King Vegeta. All is ready for your arrival same with the inspection you have requested." The elegant, green man reported.

"Excellent… Don't be in too much of a rush to land. When dipping their toes into the water, both freezing and boiling, one makes sure to do so slowly, one toe at a time." A despicable grin covered Lord Frieza's face. His tale smacked around thin air like a whip of an overzealous animal tamer, delighted to be whipping the King of the jungle as if that granted this exalted status all to himself.

"Very well, I will make sure to relay that to the pilots." Zarbon bowed the upper half of his body after pressing his right hand to his chest. It was evident from his face that something uncomfortable was on his mind.

"What is it, Zarbon?" Lord Frieza wondered, his face turned strict and intolerant as if this previous gleam of excitement was all just a ploy he had pulled from his box of toys.

"Well… It is just that… Lord Frieza… You don't look too happy about landing in Planet Vegeta, Sir." Zarbon scratched the back of his head due to the itch that this discomfort caused him. Presuming to be able to speak to Lord Frieza, the emperor of the entirety of space was extremely dangerous. The elegant soldier of the space tyrant had seen his master kill his men for less.

"I am not. This is work, nothing more." Frieza closed his eyes. Despite knowing full well that his emperor was holding something back, Zarbon was not willing to gamble the integrity of his chest cavity on pushing farther. The emperor's right-hand man bowed once more and excused himself. Before he could leave, however, the chilling cough of his master stopped the elegant servant in his boots.

"Zarbon, please do call up Pee from Human Resources," Frieza said with a stoic face. Despite the apparent unhappy of his boss, Zarbon felt somewhat relieved by his master's glare. The space emperor usually killed with a far much more overjoyed grimace than this one.

"Will do, Sir." Zarbon bowed his head once more before departing.

A handful of moments later, an alien soldier wearing standard issue Frieza Army armor with the cape and an HR badge on the left side of his chest entered the emperor's quarters. He found the emperor in the same pose that his right-hand man had left him in.

"Is everything ready? We may receive an influx of new recruits after this check-up on King Vegeta's progress. That is, after all, the purpose of our visit, and I would absolutely loathe appearing inefficient." Lord Frieza inquired.

"Y-Yes, Sir! We've got paperwork all set and ready for new recruits, just short of their names, the equipment is ready, we've arranged sections of new missions for potential new recruits as well! Life-shaving ones, as you've requested!" the emerald alien with an immensely protruded head reported. His black irises, sunken inside the red sclera of his eyes twitched and shook from time to time. The tyrant demanded only the absolute efficiency from his bureaucratic matters. That being said, Lord Frieza was disappointed in his HR department far less than in his planet-conquering army forces and Pee from Human Resources took great pride in that fact.

"Excellent. I knew I could always trust you, Pee from Human Resources. Is something else the matter?" the space emperor turned to his subordinate with the left side of his face, still floating in his chair in front of the illuminator depicting the expanding reds of Planet Vegeta as the ship approached its orbit.

"Well… It's just that… It seems a little bit odd to send all of our potential recruits out to these kinds of missions. It's like you want all those recruits to die, after all the trouble it has been for you, Lord Frieza to raise, train and recruit them and your HR department to make their entry into the army official." Pee from Human Resources shook his hands in front of him. He was absolutely terrified of expressing these thoughts directly to his emperor, however, something cold and stoic about the tyrant's glare extracted all the truth from the chest of the green alien.

"I see… Well… I would like to be truthful with you, my dearest subordinate, if you will allow me this moment of honesty." A sly smile twisted the oversized head of the tiny space emperor. "I absolutely loathe these Saiyans! Despise them, the thought of setting foot on their planet makes me sick to where I could puke until I would die, however, that death would be mercy because I would never ever have to set my eyes on this rancid place again!"

Pee from Human Resources shook from every accentuation, every moment of a raised tone from his master. The administrator of Frieza Army bureaucrats took a couple of steps backward in sheer terror from the excitement and something profoundly vile emanating from his emperor.

"If I had the chance to blow this planet right out of the sky and free up some space for something new, I would have done so over a decade ago!" Lord Frieza threw his fist out, leaning in front of his chair to where his clutched limb stopped just inches shy from the illuminator. "However, because of someone troublesome, someone that, for now, ranks above even me, I was unable to do so. At the last possible second, right before this scorn in my eyes could have been eradicated, my hand was stopped…"

"Lord Cold stopped you, Lord Frieza? B-But why?" Pee from Human Resources froze in place. He was both terrified of the honesty that the tiny calamity was sharing with him but also curious about it as well. If he could obtain this knowledge, he'd be the star of HR, the department would think that he's in the upper echelon of the Frieza Army to where the emperor spills the contents of his soul to someone like Pee from Human Resources.

"Not my father… Lord Beerus… The God of Destruction himself demanded that I did not destroy this planet, is this not ironic?" Lord Frieza turned to his subordinate even more, now subjecting most of his terrifying visage to the already petrified employee of his.

"I-I'm not sure I understand…" Pee from Human Resources shook his head.

"That is perfectly understandable." Lord Frieza turned his chair back at the illuminator. A loud pop followed behind him. Pee from Human Resources collapsed on the ground with his eyes completely sunken red, his mouth wide open. Had it not been for the exposed outward chest cavity of the Frieza Army member, he would have appeared to have been somewhat alright, perhaps just fallen and struggling to stand back up.

"Lord Frieza!" a handful of soldiers in full armor set, helmets, scouters, and arm cannons entered the emperor's headquarters only to see the unfortunate fate of their head of Human Resources. One that was not uncommon enough to warrant more than respectful fear of their tyrant floating and staring at one blank spot of the planet he was landing on.

Somewhere down on that very same planet, a King accompanied by his entourage who were much less interested in a lonely shine in the sky and were much more interested in watching their immediate surroundings stared back at the tyrant, the two pairs of eyes far too distant to cross paths until one of them approached the other. It was sheer instinct, to one – one of survival, for another – one of unadulterated hatred that connected the two stares from such a distance.

A handful of low-ranking Saiyan soldiers ran over the corner. They had been bustling about the entire morning, looking for one of the new recruits and the uncanny sound of munching had tipped the Saiyans off to the recruit's potential location. The bunch turned the corner behind the tall-standing, futuristic building only to see a lone Saiyan girl sitting by a food container and helping herself to the different courses of meats from various species of aliens that the Saiyans tended to label as "meat".

"You low-class trash! You are eating somebody's mission rations! Not to mention the damage you've done to the ship by yanking this whole compartment out of it!" one of the Saiyan soldiers stepped forward with their fists ready to pummel the young woman who's been helping herself to somebody's survival rations. While the man-sized container was not going to last the pair of Saiyans too long, Saiyans were a lot that ate plentifully which meant that whatever lacking tonnage of sustenance this food provided was vital for the planet-conquering missions.

A female Saiyan stepped out and raised her hand to stop the Saiyan soldier about to beat the living shit out of this deviant.

"She's a recruit, you know that. Lord Frieza's gonna have King Vegeta's head if we don't deliver him the numbers." The Saiyan female with temper about as short as her hair growled back at the numb-skulled soldier.

"You could have fooled me, she's not even wearing her armor, for Pete's sake!" another soldier flipped out at the woman. "She's in your squad, isn't she? Discipline this brat! She's not nearly strong enough to be this much of trouble!"

"And, goddammit, will you stop eating at least while you're being disciplined for running away from your duty to stuff yourself full!?" the first soldier shoved the female instructor out of his way and approached the young female, grabbing a whole handful of her long bed-hair and dragging her back to the instructor. The rambunctious youth just kicked and grunted about but did not put up that much of resistance.

"Make sure she's presentable in twenty!" the mid-class Saiyan soldier shoved his finger into the instructor's face. "For someone so worried about the fate of our King Vegeta, you're awfully ignorant of the fact that one of your recruits is eating our mission supplies in her straps, the soldier remarked while leaving, referencing the absolute minimum amount of clothing that the young troublemaker was wearing, likely whatever she fell out of bed this morning with.

The female instructor sighed while looking at the grinning teen who was sitting on her bottom with her legs crossed as she chuckled right at her instructor's face.

"You didn't use to be this much trouble…" the instructor groaned. "What happened with you, Chayote? Why didn't you report for the final drills this morning?"

"I'm sorry, Yuca, I overslept!" the girl snickered, dragging her hand across the back of her bed hair in apology. "And then I tried making my way to the drills but I could neither find my armor nor you, and then I noticed this spaceship just ready to go and…"

"You decided to rip out its food container with your bare hands and eat what's inside it?" the instructor posed with her hands over her hips, leaning over the recruit. Had the brat not needed to be ready in twenty minutes for the demonstrative drill with Lord Frieza himself, it was self-evident that this brat would be in for a decent beating.

"Well… Not at first. At first, I… Just started thinking about stuff…" Chayote looked back at the ship that, despite the fact that it was missing a man-sized piece of it, still looked ready to carry somebody somewhere they needed to go. Somewhere significantly closer than the usual space pods that put the one using it in stasis.

"Daydreaming again?" the female instructor groaned while grabbing her student by the hair and dragging her through the mechanical door leading up to the dressing rooms.

"I mean… When am I gonna go out there? You know, see space and different planets? I am really excited about today but also… Scared!" the teen exclaimed in both physical and inner pain.

"How can you be both excited and scared? I thought you wanted to travel the universe, see the different planets and the different species all over it…" the instructor just stopped speaking, leaving something ominous out in the air. There was something that Yuca was not telling Chayote and the teen had always felt it. Ever since Yuca started training Chayote since she was five, the brat could tell that there was a part of her upcoming job that Yuca purposefully left out.

"I am… It's just that… We're soldiers, right? Means we have to fight and… Well, we haven't done a whole lot of training. You've barely taught me anything resembling fighting skills." Chayote complained, with a swift thrust of her feet she kicked up on her own feet and gently shoved her instructor's hands off of her ear.

"There's no time for that. Get dressed, I've taught you plenty. You know how to throw a punch and even a kick, right? That'll set you up for most of what you'll need…" Yuca placed her hands over her hips again. There she was deflecting again.

"Yeah but… The others… Even in my own squad, their power levels soared since they were children. Mine just… It feels like you're holding me back." Chayote complained while putting on her armor. It looked tight but then when she slipped it over her body, the thing fit like a glove. Even if somebody else put on her armor, it'd have fit them like a glove. It was why there did not seem to be much of a labeling system for the armor inventory as there was for the other gadgets and tools on Planet Vegeta.

"You're just being paranoid. The reason you're weaker than some of your peers is that you're low-class. You've always known that. I did the best I could prepping you for what's ahead, that's my job." Yuca deflected it again.

"It's easy to debunk your lies over all that inner guilt brewing inside you!" Chayote stretched her arms and legs out to get used to the armor stretching over her body and even out the ridges of the black jumpsuit that went under it.

The mechanical door to the locker rooms opened up and a tall and bulky man made his way inside. One of regal and masculine visage, followed by a handful of not too much less badass-looking folks that watched the King's back wherever he went. The King had easily the highest power level on the entire planet, some claimed that he may have even rivaled the power levels of Lord Frieza's two lapdogs by now.

"King Vegeta!" both the instructor and the recruit kneeled before their King in complete submission and respect.

"Good, you're ready. I've noticed we were one recruit short. We're delivering Frieza with quantity, not quality, I trust you haven't forgotten that, Yuca." The King declared with a moderate grumble to his voice that was muffled only by the relief to see that his final tribute to Frieza's Army was in a somewhat presentable condition. "There's no time to waste, have her join the rest at once!"

"Yes, Sir!" Yuca bowed in complete respect and dragged her student by her back all the way to the main hall of the royal palace where the presentation of the new recruits was to be taking place. By now the instructor did not trust her student to behave while outside her immediate grasp which was why the only time she had let go of the teen was when she outright shoved the girl toward her peers.

Lord Frieza observed the scene with moderate amusement in his eyes. Amusement that only lasted for so long as the fearsome emperor took off with his floating space throne and approached the King right up to the bottom step of his own throne, glaring up at the monarch with less than amused eyes.

"I am exquisite to see that you've delivered your tributes to the Frieza Army, King Vegeta." Lord Frieza spoke up, despite his somewhat content tone, the stoic expression of the emperor made King Vegeta wary of the direction that the little tyrant's speech was about to take. "However, I have noticed that you are not quite delivering me your hand-picked best, so to speak."

"That was never the deal, Lord Frieza, I would love to deliver you all of my elite, however, the one-in-a-million rate of an elite's birth is what defines the elite and what grants them their value." Sweat drops began forming on King Vegeta's forehead. Chayote lifted her eyebrows in surprise, she had never seen her King this worked up about something.

"Yes, usually there's at least one or two top-dogs alongside the box of puppies you provide me with. However, given how twelve whole years have passed since our last deal, I believe it is about time we amend that deal a tiny bit." Lord Frieza made an affectionate, if not triumphant smile. Given his almighty status in this room, he reveled in the power to make whatever amendments he wanted with the deal. So… This was to be Chayote's future employer, the emperor she was raised in a somewhat off-handed and lackluster manner to serve to her utmost ability until the day she met a glorious end on the battlefield.

"Amends?" King Vegeta bit his lip in frustration as a vein popped out in the side of his forehead. A less than dignified look for the Saiyan monarch, however, nobody appeared to be as shocked by the reduction to utter rubble of the Saiyan authority in the face of the chillingly terrifying emperor of space himself.

"That is correct, your majesty, every recruit you provide me with must overcome a test. A minimum bar of quality, so to speak. If the recruit fails to pass the test, they must be replaced immediately by someone who is capable of rising to the occasion. After all, as the universe's premier military force, we have a standard to uphold and, I am afraid, your runts from the litter shall not do." Frieza chuckled at the end of the sentence, sending chills down the spines of every Saiyan and even most of his own alien force lined up in an admirable formation behind him.

"V-Very well… Lord Frieza… However, have in mind that…" King Vegeta began what seemed more and more like groveling.

"Oh, your majesty, I am well aware that this is so sudden and unexpected. I am also more than aware that these are your young, just out of military training chicks. Just like I requested, ones whose loyalties can still be amended, just like this deal…" Frieza took his time to chuckle once more, "For that reason, the test for these lot shall not be anything too unusual. I'd say that the very standard bar of gutter trash shall be the very Saibamen you Saiyans employ from time to time."

"I… I see… Saibamen…" King Vegeta sighed in relief. "Yes, that does seem suitable. I am sure that these recruits can overcome the challenge of a Saibaman quite easily. Most of them have trained with Saibamen, after all."

"Magnificent!" Lord Frieza exclaimed. "We have measured the worth of Saibamen grown on Planet Vegeta's soil at about 838. I would say that it is a sufficient bar for new recruits to leap over."

After he was finished talking, the space emperor moved aside with his floating throne only for his army to follow. From the opening in the formation, an entire squad of Saibamen marched out in unison, all pulsing in a shade of darker yellow, ranging on softer brown, that appeared to match the combination of wheat mixed with gravel.

"Ki-ki-ki!" the squad squeaked collectively.

"In addition to the recruits, I trust the Saiyans can be trusted to provide with ample cultivated Saibamen seeds as they have been rather complicated to cultivate in such copious amount." Lord Frieza's face twisted with a grin as his grip around King Vegeta's neck reached ever wider.

"It is not a simple process but nobody can accomplish the task better than the Saiyans." King Vegeta bowed his head for the emperor, if anybody ever was foolish enough to question who was truly in charge, this gesture quashed any doubts.

"Well then… Shall we begin the testing process? I am feeling like starting from the bottom end." The smirking calamity raised his finger and pointed it right at Chayote – the last recruit to be dragged into the presentation and to join the fold.

"It does not matter. I just hope that you have the time to sit through the numerous engagements. Most of these recruits are stronger than the Saibamen with a decent margin, however, the Saibamen are a considerable challenge regardless." King Vegeta expressed his feelings about the length of the upcoming testing process.

"Indeed, at times I find these Saibamen to be more trustworthy than my own men. Nevertheless, I shall trust the warrior race to entertain me thoroughly." The little tyrant spread his arms out as his mouth gapped with a sadistic smile while the alien emperor spoke.

"Very well, recruit, please do not stall the test longer than necessary! Make sure to not disappoint your Saiyan ancestry!" King Vegeta addressed Chayote directly. The teen had never been so proud of herself – the King himself spoke to her, addressed her as a trusted soldier of the force and then entrusted this mission, to repeat the history of the Saiyans conquering the planet of the Saibamen and proving her worth to Lord Frieza and the entire Frieza Army!

Chayote did not need to be encouraged twice. The itching to fight Saiyan warrior dashed right in front of the first Saibaman and took a fighting pose.

"Begin when you will, sweet girl." Lord Frieza rested his impressive head on his bent fist as he prepared for a lengthy and likely entertaining show. Unwillingly the entirety of the Frieza Force and the Saiyans present in the main hall of the royal palace moved back to form a circle around the anxious to kick ass Saiyan teen and the Saibaman.

"Hiyaaa!" Chayote yelled out while charging out at the little alien bugger. The teen Saiyan swung her entire body around its axis to deliver her most crushing round-chop at the Saibaman's neck. In her head, she had already separated the bugger's head from its tiny shoulders with this powerful attack!

It felt like hitting a solid wall! Pain resonated throughout Chayote's entire body as her chop bounced off of what appeared such a soft and squishy body of this plant-soldier hybrid. Even her Saiyan armor could not protect Chayote from the pain of breaking her arm trying to hit this thing. This time with a bit more reserve behind her strike, the female Saiyan delivered a pair of elbow shots aimed right at the plant-hybrid's belfry before jumping up and throwing a wild kick that finally moved the soil-grown soldier back a few meters.

"Ki-ki-ki!" the Saibaman chuckled, laughing at the vain efforts of the Saiyan teen as it charged forward, delivering a slash of its claws that severed the girl's arm from the elbow down within a split-second. All of the half-assed moves that instructor Yuca taught her had left her mind at that moment. All she could do was to raise her arm up out of instinct and try to protect herself from instant death the best she could. It only worked for the first strike as without the protection of her now-removed arm, the sights in front of Chayote began moving rapidly, up and down before the sight of her own body twitching still on its feet greatly confused the beheaded Saiyan.

"Who's the pathetic, incompetent buffoon that tutored this trash?" Lord Frieza's infuriated voice, reached the muzzled and fading consciousness of the beheaded Saiyan teen.

The last sights that Chayote could comprehend before her death was a purple beam of light flying off somewhere toward the audience of Saiyans that had just observed the most pathetic fiasco in recent Saiyan history.