The Tuffles' transport ship touched down on the small planetoid Appel directed Lantro to a few days ago. It was mostly barren, save for a small, white building with a translucent dome protecting it from the harsh environment of outer space. Appel pressed a spot on her forehead, opening the dome slightly and allowing the ship to pass through before the dome closed again. She and one other scientist named Agrep placed helmets on their heads and hooked up breathing apparatuses to their suits before venturing inside the building.
The building was a ghost of itself. Papers, equipment, and mysterious fluids littered the floor, showing without restraint the haste with which the Tuffles acted the last time they were there. It was a genetics laboratory. The clones of Appel were created there, as well as the genetic splicing required to create their ultimate weapon.
The building was quickly constructed and cheaply made. Half of the lights weren't operational and there was limited oxygen available, hence them keeping their breathing apparatuses on. Still, in the dimly lit halls, Appel strode as if she had the way to her destination memorized.
They walked swiftly, and found themselves standing before a large metal door. She inputted a fifteen digit code into a number pad placed on the adjacent wall, then stepped back and waited for the door to open.
A giddy, excited smile appeared on her lips when the door fully slid open. The room it revealed was pitch black, with thick wires criss-crossing haphazardly across the floor. It was mostly empty, with the exception of a single six-foot tall clear tube filled with a single body floating in a mysterious green liquid.
“At last!” She ran over to a console tucked away in the corner, tripping twice over the wires on the floor. She ran her fingers over the keyboard, entering in a 150 letter and number sequence needed to activate the creature held within the tube. When it was complete, the lights throughout the facility flickered and died. The creature's hands twitched slightly.
“Hello?”
Its eyes opened. It looked around curiously. A hand raised and pressed against the glass. Then, suddenly, its entire body turned into glass, allowing it to pass through to the outside with zero trouble.
“Incredible,” Agrep marveled.
Appel chuckled and handed the creature a set of clothes she picked up off a nearby table. “Teen's adaptive abilities seem to be fully operation.”
The creature, Teen, turned and looked at them. It's form shifted into something more appropriate.
“Welcome, Teen. My name is Appel, and I am your creator. Can you speak?”
Teen frowned slightly, then opened its mouth. “Yes,” it answered, in a soft but masculine voice.
She breathed in and smiled proudly. “Excellent. Your parameters have already been uploaded, yes?”
“Affirmative. Primary objective: overseeing restoration of Tuffle homeworld. Secondary objective: ensure destruction of Saiyan race.”
“Perfect! Come, our destiny awaits.” Appel, Agrep, and Teen exited the facility quickly, and boarded the transport. “To Bananan.”
“Ma'am,” a woman chimed the moment she spoke. “I'm been seeing reports that there is a restoration crew from Vocado and Ruco on Bananan as I speak. We'll meet resistance.”
“Tsk! We have Teen now, Lemo. What do we have to fear from those dirty apes?” She nodded at Lantro and strapped herself in. Teen remained standing in the back of the transport, undisturbed by the jostling of the ship as it was hoisted upward and dragged through space toward the Tuffles' homeworld.
There, without doubt, another clash between Tuffle and Saiyan warriors would ensue.