Dragon Ball: Ages Past

Chapter 1: Recollection
Two brutish alien soldiers guided another alien, their captive, down a hallway. The captive was very short and thin, with a head that arced in three directions, each ending in a dull spike. His skin was pearly white, his eyes piercing yellow. There was a large M emblazoned on his forehead.

The two guards shoved him forward into a dark room, then took their positions on either side of the door. Then, with loud booms, the lights in the room turned on. The room was truly a sight to behold. The ceiling was glass, opened to the heavens, where the milky haze of space could be admired.

There were several statues of imposing figures all around the circular room. Along the wall there were many rows of seating, and as per the occasion, the room was packed. On the far end of the room there were three persons, each a different alien species.

One had a small, purple skinned body, but a very long neck that stood him well over six feet tall. The one in the center was of human build, but his head split at the chin and base into tentacles which were braided together. The last was the same race as the prisoner. They silently surveyed the prisoner for a moment.

"The hearing is now in session! The Imperium will hear from accusers, eye-witnesses, and the accused himself. Then, we will decide on a verdict!" the central alien declared.

"You stand accused of mass murder in the form of genocide, and the devastation of six worlds!" thundered the purple creature.

The central alien leaned forward. "We understand you are not the mastermind behind this plot. You clearly don't have the brain capacity to come up with something like this for yourself. Your punishment may be allayed if you give us names," he said.

The prisoner did not speak. His thoughts were muddled, unclear. He had heard the hiss of the wizard Bibidi, before it was abruptly cut off. But what of Majin Buu? The prisoner wiped sweat off his brow, then hastily ran his hand across his face again in shock; the M on his head was gone.

He blinked. His thoughts were clear again. He looked up at the council of aliens before him.

"Billions have died! Entire systems have disappeared! We need to know what happened!" the purple thing was nearly screaming now.

The confusion returned. The prisoner didn't know what they were talking about. Confused, mixed, and darkened thoughts flooded his mind again, and he instinctively began peacing together bits of information. Majin Buu... the magician... the demons, and oh, the power they inspired!

"You have to tell us! If we do not act, the galaxy itself may be destroyed!" the green one said.

"...Guilty," said the prisoner.

"ALDER!" exploded from the council member who shared his race with the prisoner. His shout reverberated across the room and back again. The members of their species gasped in unison.

The prisoner cringed. It was the ultimate insult of his kind. Traitor, in their toungue. They were a race hardened by war and forged in honor. To dishonor ones self was to dishonor the entire race. You were stripped of rank and family identity, then you were killed, and history kept no record of you. The council member declared this title unto him, and it could not be revoked.

"We had hoped to keep him for further questioning, but his fate is sealed," said the purple organism.

"He will come to our homeworld where he will be branded with the mark of dishonor and shame, and he will be publicly executed. His name will be criminal to speak. Take him away!"

The prisoner, now unnamed, was dragged away. Even without his identity, he would soon come to be known across the galaxy as billions trembled in fear. He was Alder. Unknown. Unnamed. Traitor.

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As the unnamed was dragged away, a new matter was presented to the Imperium. The introduction of a new race into Imperium space. The members of the council began discussing the Hiya-jin, a recently discovered race.

"How have we not discovered this race before?" asked the purple one. "We have their planet listed in our directories."

"They live under the ice," responded the white one.

"They live in great underground tunnels carved in the thick ice of their planet. Their intelligence, as far as we can tell, is minimal. Their is little to no structure amongst their people. They are a child race*, so to speak," said the green one, who was clearly the head of the Imperium council.

"Then they will not be admitted into the Imperium space," said the purple one, stamping a form regarding the species.

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 * A race that has not advanced very far on the evolutionary ladder. The council, in this case, and in many cases to come, was very wrong.