"Three more minutes." Said the sayajin to himself. Three minutes and he would see his home planet again. He came back from a very boring mission. For two months he had flown around the Galaxy to find a couple of planets that would fetch a decent price. The sayajin was reflected in the viewing window. He was of average height and, of which he was proud, stronger than the average. His hair was sticking out in all directions, so he had to make a braid of it. He could already see the planet through the pane. But something was wrong there. He noticed a ball of energy, initially small, then it got bigger and bigger ...