Planet Cereal, homeland of the Cerealians and also a place where a group of Namekians who migrated from the Demon World have made their home.
The native Cerealians look almost identical to human-type Earthlings, except for their hair, which is predominantly light green, and one of their eyes is crimson, granting them exceptional visual prowess.
The Cerealians have a very low population of just around a million; even their largest city has only about 100,000 inhabitants.
The bustling streets of the planet's largest city are teeming with activity—soldiers, workers, and other regular folks going about their daily business. Here, it is chaotic yet orderly... the hectic atmosphere creates an unusual type of serenity, only felt when one stops to observe the flow of life.
From the side of the road, shopkeepers call out to potential customers, advertising their products.
"Sir, madam, look at this dress—it's the latest fashion!" a shopkeeper approaches two people, pointing toward a pair of boutique dresses displayed on a hanger at his shop. It's a matching pair of white dresses for couples.
The two; a man and a women, who look to be close with each other as the women is holding onto the man's arms; questioningly look at the shopkeeper, wondering if he is talking to them.
The man is wearing a black bamboo hat, while the woman has a scarf wrapped around her head. The pair, of course, is Shen and Launch, with the blue-haired Launch in control right now.
Both have their hair covered to effectively blend in with the green haired general populace of this planet..
Shen dismisses the pesky shopkeeper, who is trying to sell them his stuff. After another hour of roaming the city, they walk out to the outskirts.
There, in the canopy of the trees, Launch removes the scarf covering her head, while Shen keeps his hat on.
"So, how did you like the city, Launch-san? How do you feel about it?"
"Umm, it was a very pretty place. It felt amazing, vising the city. Thank you for bringing me here with you, but didn't you mention this place will soon be destroyed?"
"Yes, this planet, Cereal, will be invaded by some evil aliens, and all the Cerealians will be annihilated," Shen states plainly, with a straight face.
A little more than a week after leaving Planet Namek, the two of them arrived on Planet Cereal—a planet that, in just a few days or weeks (if they're slightly lucky), will face an existential crisis, with its inhabitants almost completely massacred.
Unfortunately, such is the fate of many life-supporting planets in this universe. The main perpetrators of this disaster will be none other than the Saiyans and their overlord, Frieza.
"Can't we help them?" The kind-hearted Launch is disheartened upon hearing Shen's confirmation.
"The Cerealians and the few Namekians who live on this planet are certainly set to become extinct... but not if I can help it," Shen says, an amused smile tugging at his lips.
Hearing his words, Launch's eyes sparkle with hope.
Shen continues, "Before that, we have to prepare something."
"Right!" the girl agrees, clenching her fist, even without knowing what Shen is talking about. Confidence radiates from her.
Shen could warn the Cerealians of the impending invasion, but the chances of them believing him aren't very high. Even if they did, they would likely choose to fight the enemies rather than escape.
Surrender? That isn't an option. It's either victory or annihilation. Even if they miraculously achieved victory, their end would only be delayed in the face of Frieza's unrelenting might.
Yet even in this difficult situation, Shen doesn't need to do much. The paths to survival for this planet's inhabitants are limited, but the few available are certainly very promising.
Dragon Balls—the saving grace for any weak planet. The Namekians who found refuge here after fleeing the tumultuous Demon Realm are certainly a blessing for Planet Cereal, as they brought the Dragon Balls with them.
With these wish-granting balls, nearly anything is possible—at least, anything within the creator's scope of power.
Shen and Launch return to their ship, hidden behind a large rock. After entering, they emerge again, with Shen holding a Dragon Radar he had brought along for this journey.
Different from the usual sets with seven balls needed to make a wish, the ping-pong ball sized Cerealian Dragon Balls number only two. However, this doesn't diminish their power in any way.
In fact, compared to other Dragon Balls, they are even better, as they don't require a year to recharge after being used. They can be reused up to three times in quick succession.
The duo's search for the balls leads them to a unique location. The radar points to a small cluster of houses—most likely a village nestled in a valley surrounded by lush hills with trees that seem alien to this planet.
This turns out to be the settlement of the Namekians on Planet Cereal. Shen and Launch spot some green-skinned folks with antennae working in the fields. They approach these Namekians.
The group of five Namekians, who were plowing and planting seeds, stop and look astonished as the two approach.
"Wow, I haven't seen many people other than us who can fly," one of them exclaims.
"Me too. Any idea who they are?" asks the one next to him.
"Not at all," replies the first Namekian, before another joins in.
"I'm not very sure, but now that I think about it... I did hear someone named Flyak is making waves recently. Could that be him and his... friend, maybe?"
Shen and Launch land near the field and converse with the group of Namekians. After introducing themselves and explaining their purpose, Shen requests to meet the individual with the highest authority in the settlement.
The Namekian leader, Baba is an elderly figure, he has the two dragon balls in his possession and is also wise like all the other Namekian leader but somewhat senile due to his advanced age. Because of this, his appointed successor, Monaito—a slightly younger and capable person—takes charge of handling the situation with them.
The Namekians, originally from the Demon Realm and essentially majins(Demons) themselves, live long lives. Particularly those type who use magic, known as the Dragon Clan, These Dragon Clan members reproduce unisexually by magically vomiting eggs,
The process of producing a egg and then birthing it can occur in a matter of seconds, a peculiar but vital trait for sustaining their species. that also automatically means they are always more then likely to be the leader as they can birth a entirely new community by themselves without requiring to intermingle with others.
Another type, the Warrior-type, cannot reproduce but possess greater fighting abilities, ensuring the race's protection.
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Half a month later, by Earth's time, the Frieza Force, led by the Saiyans, invades Planet Cereal. Yet, contrary to expectations of chaos and uproar, nothing happens. The massive fleet of invaders finds a deserted planet, devoid of intelligent life.
When the Saiyans, after reconnaissance using their scouters to detect life signatures, regroup on the place where they landed with their space pods, they all reach a single conclusion.
A striking Saiyan woman speaks first. "This isn't a very big planet. Not all of them could have hidden from us. Did they flee, somehow knowing about us beforehand?"
"Heh!" a thin-bearded Saiyan sneers. "Who'd have thought they'd run away with their tails between their legs?" He both looks and talks like a prick.
"Does it even matter?" another Saiyan, near the woman, shrugs. "This just means our work is a lot easier. Bardock, what do you think?" this saiyan is the definition of the word ugly, and on-top of that he looks like he is made out of pure fat.
The mention of Bardock's name by the dis-shaped ogre prompts all the Saiyans to turn toward their leader. In stark contrast to the Saiyan who addressed him, Bardock exudes intelligence and composure.
the man, under everyone's gazes stays silent for a while. his scouter beeps continuously, information appears nonstop in the transparent screen in-front of his left eye.
Then the leader speaks, "I just got a report. The others from the Frieza Force have also confirmed our suspicions—they've found no sign of the Cerealians or the Namekians who lived here."
"Then where could they have gone?" the Saiyan woman; Fasha, wonders out-loud.