Planet Vegeta, The Flame squad compound. Deep below in one of the many hidden basements, the screams of a saiyan girl only leaked into the adjacent room. Gone were the Metallic advancements of the majority. The basements far below were made of some type of grey bricks.
Three figures watched through a crudely installed glass panel.
"After all these years, finally we have another."
"It is truly possible"
"There was never doubt, the child of Mizu" This final voice, unlike the other two, held weight to it. This was Kappa and he remains in the room as the others left.
Kappa makes his way passed the ventilation unit they had no choice but to add. The doorway emanated the heat his child had produced.
kappa was a ridged man, emotions hardly touched his face. Apart from just a few, all knew him as a brute.
With a scorched upper body, groans trickling from the girl. "F-father" she calls out to him.
Kappa kneels down, pulling off his robe to wrap his daughter in it. The flames only destroyed her armor, but it hurt like hell, and she was going in and out of consciousness. As he walked her out of the room and up the stairs the girl caught a glimpse of his face.
He was smiling.
***
Back at the throne room, moments after Kappa had disembarked for his squads compound, a female Saiyan entered.
"You called for me?" She knelt one knee, her gravelly voice giving nothing away.
"Yes, Negi I will be placing a handful of rejects in your care." The kings stern voice was cut off by his subject's question "rejects"?
"Kappa's daughter-". "Kappa's daughter is a reject"!? This was the second time the woman had interrupted The king and his forehead had a bulging vein near his temple, the man was deeply intolerant.
Suddenly he snapped "interrupt me one more time, so help Negi, I will obliterate you". After this silence permeates the room. Negi didn't dare open her mouth again. This wasn't the first time this type of interaction has occurred between them.
After a deep breath King Vegeta explained the situation. Negi remain silent, though eager to start this mission of hers. Taking in the details, her expression twisting unconsciously as the gears in her head turned.
"Now leave, bring her to me in one years time" he commanded. Negi stood up, covering her face as she became conscious of the unnerving smile plastered across her face. "Yes, my leige" she promptly left the room after.
Moments later after the room was clear. The king of the saiyans walked to the tall window, he gazed out from the highest point in his kingdom.
"Negi, the sadistic woman. If I didn't appreciate your way of doing things you would be on the chopping block.." The king of Saiyan's couldn't get that look Negi gave him out of his head. The disinterested was a facade, that disgust, an absolute farse.
"That disgusting smile you show, I'll need all I can squeeze out of you, to get out from underneath our infant emperor" his reference was to their recently annexation from King cold to his son Freiza.
The saiyan Monarch contemplated in silence as his kindom moved according to his will.
***
Back at the assessment hall the long line of brown tailed toddlers in gaudy armor continued to thin.
"Next!" A mustachioed man with a deep demanding voice called out. The sound of a loud smack and then a huge thud against the wall would follow.
"Next!" The smack was delayed this time, but it only ended in another loud thud.
The two boys that acted different from the rest got a good look into the testing room. A cold metal box with just two adults saiyans and several Aliens assessing the toddlers. The aliens were in the far corner where the computers were set up.
Now that the two boys were looking into the room they could see the carnage that came from the all the banging and smacking. The cold metal walls were splattered with blood. Nothing more than droplets scattered about a clear canvas, it was just the contrast that made it look so gruesome.
At the back of the line was a third adult saiyan. So that no child was left behind...
The scruffy haired toddler was wide eyed. Even though his imagination was running a mile a minute, the child's expression had been tame until, "next!" The person Infront of him was called in. With one foot in the foor way he was bearing witness to the examination process.
The other boy wasn't even looking that way, he had his eyes on the exit. It was unfortunate that the adult guarding it was almost begging for him to run. The second less curious boy only could look forward and over the shoulder of the Scruffy haired boy.
Both of them had the hair on their tails standing straight up.
The adult saiyan examiner designates a spot for the child to stand. This child had seen the previous fights. The toddler had a common low class hair style, besides that, it was hard to tell them apart. What he did have however, was a name.
"Goya!" The adult Saiyan confirms, the boy nodded his head, much like he had seen of the previous toddler. Unlike the last one he wasn't going to just let himself be batted away.
The child pouced at the adult saiyan. Going from the ground to the adults face in just a second. Like a feral chimpanzee.
"Eeeeaaaah!" the feral toddler screeched as it wanted to claw that the adults face. It's face scrunched up as the adult retailed before nails could meet skin. The knuckles crashing in a back handed strikes again it's face.
Goya took the strike it had seen moments ago in what felt like slow motion. Getting swatted to the side. Only bouncing once before being the first toddler to rebound.
"Coming back for more aye?" The examiner grined with amusement. "Let me be the first to show you how to throw a proper attack"
When the toddler returned to attack again it's cheek was ravaged by a the first punch it had ever received. The crunch of Goya's jaw was sick. Forget bouncing, its body fell to the floor like a lifeless doll. Only the sound of horse breathing confirmed that this retaliation by the adult wasn't just an execution.
"You pass.." a beep could be heard as the saiyan checked Goya's power level. "A solid number, you'll fit right in. Now get up and exit through that door for further orders" the adult pointed with this thumb to the door behind him.
"Goya, i said you passed" the adult Saiyan flatly demanded. Then he did it again until the joke seemed to run it's course.
***
After a few moments of cleaning up the mess the onlooker, the scruffy haired saiyan, was curious to how he could menuver this interaction. He saw the punch.
"The punch must have some kind of power" he deduced within his mind. His knowledge of power levels seemed muddled. This line of thought wasn't bravery or grit, just the light withing his ignorance that he wished to chase.
"Your next.." a choked up voiced spoke up from behind the scruffy haired boy. His timid voice could not reach the toddler lost in thought. This only worsened the nerves of the boy with sharp hair and knife-like hair parted to the side.
"I shouldn't attack first.." he spoke instead of keeping his thoughts inside his head. While his words fell on deaf ears the toddlers behind him were giving him odd looks.
"I'll ask him.." he spoke aloud. "yes, no one else spoke so I'll be then first" he imagined himself doing just that. All other voices and sounds were drowned out by his thoughts.
Until..."Next!" He was called into the room. Yet he, with his hand to his chin, continues to ponder just what to do. "Next!!" The voice got louder and still it's as if the boy had never gained the ability to listen.
Could be the endless green fluid he swam in for the first three years of his life, but that was not a factor. Because the boy who also just awakened right behind him, just like the dozen behind him heard the commanding voice loud and clear.
The timid boy behind the one lost in thought gently placed his hand on the formers back. Touch; now that was something he had little experience with thus far. The Scruffy haird boy's tail perked up and he turned to meet the one gaze in the room that wasn't hostile. He gazed back as if trying to understand why he was just touched.
There was no time to contemplate this any further as his pat became a push on reflex when hearing the loudest "NEXT!" of the day.
The scruffy haired boy was in the next room and his feet carried him forward. Tottering like the rest of the children moving to examination.
Out of sheer annoyance the adult Saiyan with a half bald head and mustache read his power level. "Gross..but...hmmm" muttering to himself the man seemed to want to refresh the information the device had gathered. Each button press and refresh displaying the same below average number, but most importantly.
"No name? Thats pathetic even for a low-class's standards" he remarks.
It's not a new development, to him, but to the boy it's everything.
The boy would have raised his hand if he were in a classroom, however this was far from that. Closer in concept, but totally opposite in execution. The atmosphere didn't call for questions.
"Where do i get a name?" His question came out before he even thought about it. "Enough talking" The half baldy declared with a growling exhale. Stepping into a wide stance for some reason unbeknownst to the toddler.
The scruffy haired boy with no name took his eyes off the examiner and over to the aliens in the room. They seemed shook for even being considered. "Why did i even look at them?" He thought while trying to find the answers to the questions that kept popping into his mind. His future was not in his minds eye.
"Don't take your eyes" the lumbering Goliath of am examiner shot his fist directly into the gut of the child "off me!" While demanding he be the center of the examinee's attention.
The punch was at a deliberate strength. A resounding crunchy slapping sound filled the room as the toddler gasped for air. He crumples to the ground feeling the first amount of pain in his life, not a pinch or a bug bite, not a fever, but a devastating strike to his stomach.
The boy must have checked so many of the failing boxes within the instructors mind. He had just about one last opportunity to change the worst outcome.
The examiner waited an excruciatingly long time. Enough time for the gasping to stop and get replaced by low groans of pain. Lifting up the boy by the back of his armor he brought him face to face.
"Now your going to stand up and we're going to do this one more time" his voice was unnervingly calm. In actuality the dam of anger was waiting to burst. The redness in his face was unable to be hidden.
The scruffy haired boy had his tail dropping on the floor, his eyes were shaky, and he couldn't remove his hands from his gut. He took note of the man's rigid posture and his wide stance.
With a raspy voice he asked the man "why?" And in the next moments his world faded to black.
***
"A reject...i called a" the severely annoyed and angry adult Saiyan spit out every slur know to humanoids in the galaxy. "How many years since i had to seriously toss out a new one like this..." His rant went on and on as the toddler next in line was terrified.
The boy next in line with spiky haired that parted to the side. Others might comment it looks like a tornado was let loose on his head, but his scared dark eyes were more notable than a weird hair style his breatheren were known for. He had nudged the boy Infront of him into the lions den and he was...
"NEXT!" The voice had so much less patience in it. It only took another call for the toddler behind him to repeat the cycle.
Stumbling into the room shaking like a cat who just got pulled out of a pool he met the adults gaze.
With a press of the button on gis scouter the man placed his hand on his head. "Oh no...not this again. Another unnamed one toddler" the adult saiyan looked exasperated as he externalized his complaints.
"I have no name?" The boy asked, he had to, even though his fear.
"Do not talk just come at me" the man got into his wide stance and threatened this boy. Breaking protocal by doing so, but there was no one to stop the half bald man.
"W-what?" The boy was confused.
"You know exactly what i mean..you have instructions so follow them!" The man implied something the toddler had no reconcilation of. His first memories despite being the age of three were this and now.
The impatient dam of anger broke and before the child knew it the cycle ended with him. Much worse than the scruffy haired boy he was been beaten to nearly an ounce if his life.
It took all of the aliens and another saiyan to stop him. Left in a barely living bloody pulp he was taking with the others to a healing pod room.
Not even rejects get executed.