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Far away from the Galactic Prison, a lone planet floated through the universe, its skies as pink as roses with countless metal skyscrapers towering past the skyline.
The streets of the planet were packed, with green-skinned men and women walking side to side, almost in sync. The inhabitants' hair was solid white and straight, falling to their shoulders.
They wore odd clothes, some in robes, others in plain t-shirts,
The grayish clouds swirled in the air, the wind violently ripping through the skies; it was obvious that an intense thunderstorm was rolling in, and yet some of the inhabitants didn't budge, staring through a glass window as they watched an old, staticky box TV broadcasting news.
"...It's official. Cooler has declared war on the Galactic Patrol. "
The news anchor wore a plain black suit, trying to appear professional, but the shakiness in his voice was far from professional. He swallowed his spit, speaking.
" The planets under the Galactic Patrol protection have been requested to send their strongest warriors to help them defeat Cooler. The order isn't mandatory, but...What do the people think? Should we send our warriors to help them? Or keep them to save Planet Verya, if Cooler invades. "
A woman watching the TV face was filled with horror, her hands trembling until a slight tug of her white robe made her look down, staring at a young girl, looking up at her mother, confused.
" Mami? W-What's going on?
" It's nothing, dear. "
Throughout the entire universe, it was obvious that a war was about to break out between Cooler and the Galactic Patrol; the war could most likely claim dozens of planets if it dragged on.
A way of panic spread through everyone watching it, didn't matter what planet, what you looked like, or how old you were, the only thing that filled the universe was horror.
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Far away from Planet Verya, in the vacuum of space, a floating spaceship constructed from various types of sheet metal with odd welds that conjure the metals together. Inside this ship, the sound of clicking buttons rippled out.
From a pink-skinned woman with white hair wearing a black tracksuit, she sat on a green beanbag playing on a handheld console, her fingers flicking between each button until a happy tune rang out of the console, and she sighed.
"I'm so bored. " She mumbled, glancing with her beady green eyes at a small woman piloting the ship with an odd controller that was wired into the hardware of the ship.
" Albi! Tell me something interesting! "
Albi's shoulders slouched the mimicy galactic patrol officer uniform she was wearing, dirty, filled with dirt stains that matched her brown hair.
"...Cooler just declared war on the-
" Who cares? Where is a place I can fight? " Said the pink-haired woman, tossing the handheld console onto the floor, scraping across the metal floor.
'" Thalmera. The only place close to us right now is a Frieza base, if you have a death wish-
" Perfect! Land there. " Said Thalmera with a grin on her face, Albi could only shake her head, tapping onto the controller, followed by a beeping noise.
" ...It'll take two weeks to get there. "
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Three Days Later:
The sound of constant beeping echoed throughout the halls in the Galactic Prison, the sight of worried officers pacing around the massive prison filled with inmates trapped behind sturdy glass.
Their rifles were restless, swaying around in their arms, their ears piquing with each beep until finally, a transmission rang out, and a woman spoke.
"...Cooler is going to invade, " The woman's voice sounded distraught. " Planet Bouquete. He'll arrive in roughly two weeks. "
The officers in usion stopped, glancing down at the radios attached to their hips, sweat began to pour down their faces until one of them spoke
" That's where we captured that saiyan, right? "
" Indeed. That planet must be destined to die. " Responded another officer, until he noticed something. A purple-skinned officer looking down at his gun, pondering. His eyes were unfocused.
" Hey. Basilia! Why are you in such deep thought? " Basilia could only smirk before glancing up at the officer speaking. His narrow eyes stared right at the man as he spoke.
"That saiyan. He spared my life. It was a long time ago. " His purple hands trembled, reaching up, rubbing his armor, remembering the punch that struck him in the chest.
"Yeah, right. Did you hit your head or something? "
" No. " Said Basilia, staring at his right palm, thinking. Until finally, he spoke with an idea. " Do you think he'll help us fight Cooler? "
" I highly doubt, but if u want to know so badly, go ask him. It's not like we're clutching at straws or anything right now." Joked one of the officers, but to his suprise, Basilia actually spun, walking towards Sado's cell...