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Soul Searching

Prologue

On a small remote planet deep within the reaches of space, the most secretive of foul plots has begun to unfold. Somewhere on this destitute orb of spinning rock and vegetation, in a secret place known only to a favored few, a beautiful sanctuary shrouded in vines of ivy and veiled by falls of pristine blue stands proudly.

Within its single lavishly adorned room made of the finest crystal in the known universe, a fragile stout figure cloaked in flowing white robes sits rigidly upon the floor. Its legs crossed and arms stretched out before it, the creature silently begins to chant the simple mantra of an ancient spell.

Words softly spill from the creature's lips in a steady hum, gradually increasing in volume with each passing second.

"I call upon the mourning spirit…I call upon the mourning spirit…I call upon the mourning spirit."

The words flow forth at a feverish pitch, the shrill voice seeming to cause the crystalline walls of the room to vibrate to the point of near destruction. A violent wind gust spirals up from the floor, completely engulfing the cloaked figure that remains stubbornly rooted in its position, robes fluttering violently about its stocky frame.

Intense beams of pure black energy shoot forth from the shimmering clear surface of each wall in the room, all racing towards the wind engulfed creature as if being summoned there by their very target.

Mere inches before an impact that would surely have incinerated the fool-hearty creature, the beams change course, racing upwards to collide into one huge sphere of pulsating black energy.

As the wind slowly begins to calm, so does the rhythmic flow of the chant. It fades into nothingness until only the robed creature and the pulsating black energy remain within the now silent quarters.

With an unnatural grace, the mysterious creature finally abandons its position on the cold floor to stand beneath the awesome energy newly called forth.

"Your cries have been heard spirit," it finally spoke as it reached out to caress the brilliant black orb with one frail hand.

"All is as I have foreseen. Soon, what you desire the most shall be yours again," it promised reassuringly.

"The host will arrive soon. It will accept you willingly and then your journey begins. You know where you must go. You know what must be done. Now go and await your destiny," it coolly instructed.

With those final words of instruction, the luminous black energy ball abruptly dispersed through the crystal walls on its way to some unknown encounter. Once alone, the stout creature promptly spun on its heel walking purposefully toward one of the room's clear crystal walls, passing through upon contact as if it were merely a mirage.

Upon exiting the sanctuary into the dank moistness of the surrounding jungle, the creature was met by a well-built man adorned in armor. His coloring was an exotic shade of pale blue, contrasting nicely with his long green hair which was kept neatly braided and slung over his muscular shoulder. He was beautiful by all accounts yet he exuded an air of wicked ugliness.

"So is it done old hag?" the handsome blue man sneered, appearing quite put off by having to be there.

"Yes Zarbon," the small creature spat in disgust. "You can tell your Lord to expect the fall of the Saiyan Empire within a month's time."

Raising a disbelieving brow at her statement, he looked down upon his tiny host with an air of sickening superiority and mockingly asked, "And how can you be so sure that it will happen so quickly?"

The tiny creature snorted in irritation as it removed the heavy hood of the cloak from its head, revealing the bulging eyes and overall haggard features of a poorly aged woman. Her short disheveled hair, a sickly shade of pale pink.

"I am the Great Babba. I have foreseen many fates and visited many dimensions," she spoke proudly. "These things always play out the same in the end," she dismissively proclaimed with a wave of her hand. "Now get out of here you sick bastard! I'm a very busy lady you know," she stated matter-of-factly before turning to float away from a much taken aback Zarbon.

"Humph, touchy old bitch." He mumbled to himself before turning to disappear into the sprawling foliage that hid his awaiting space pod. He would have good news to report to Lord Frieza.