NOVEL WEB Chapter 11: Planet Shamo
Over the next few months, Planet Plant's capital city became a hive of activity as the Tuffles worked with tireless energy to prepare for the monumental task ahead. The selection process for the 1,000 candidates to accompany Zero to Planet Shamo was thorough, overseen by Nashi and a council of Tuffle scientists and administrators. The criteria were clear: the chosen individuals needed to have both the mental resilience to undergo genetic modification and the adaptability to thrive in the extreme conditions of Planet Shamo.
Zero maintained his focus throughout, conducting the transformations in groups of ten each day. The process was methodical and precise, the Tuffles undergoing the same genetic enhancement that had created Mikan. Each new hybrid emerged stronger, their white hair and crimson eyes a striking testament to their newfound power. Despite the strain of the transformations, Zero's discipline never wavered. Every session was a step closer to realizing his vision.
Meanwhile, Zero refined his larger plan, his mind constantly turning over new possibilities. Standing in the command chamber of the battleship, he gazed out at the stars, the glow of distant galaxies reflected in his frost-blue eyes. His thoughts were clear, his ambitions sharpening into a defined path.
After establishing my base of operations on Planet Shamo, he mused, I'll head to the Northern Galaxy. Namek will be my first destination. At this point in time, the Super Namekians still exist, and their Dragon Clan members hold the key to unlocking my dormant potential. If I can convince one of them to help me, I'll achieve a level of power far beyond my current limits.
His tail swayed thoughtfully as he continued to plan. After Namek, my next destination will be Planet Yardrat. Their mastery of Instant Transmission is unparalleled, and with that technique, I can maneuver through the Universe with ease. It will give me the freedom to act swiftly, to respond to threats before they escalate.
A faint smirk crossed his lips as his mind ventured further. And if only I could acquire some of Majin Buu's DNA... the possibilities would be endless. The regenerative abilities alone would push my potential to godlike levels. But that will have to wait.
When the final preparations were complete, the Tuffles gathered to bid farewell to Zero and the 1,000 hybrids. The atmosphere was a mixture of hope and sorrow, the Tuffles proud of their contribution to the future yet saddened by the departure of so many of their own. Nashi stood at the forefront, addressing the gathered crowd with a voice steady and filled with purpose.
"Today marks the beginning of a new chapter for the Tuffles," he said, his words echoing through the plaza. "While we part ways with some of our brightest and strongest, we do so knowing that their journey will secure the survival and advancement of our race. Zero has given us a chance to evolve, to become something greater than we were before. And we trust him to guide us toward that future."
Zero stepped forward, his frost-blue aura glowing faintly as he spoke. "You've entrusted me with your best, and I will not let that trust be misplaced. The Tuffles have always been defined by their intellect and innovation, and now, with this new power, you'll finally have the strength to stand alongside the greatest forces in the universe. This is only the beginning."
With that, Zero and the selected hybrids boarded the spaceship, the engines roaring to life as it lifted into the sky. The remaining Tuffles watched in silence as the vessel ascended, disappearing into the vastness of space.
Planet Shamo
The spaceship's descent onto Planet Shamo was met with breathtaking views of the alien world. The planet, twice the size of Earth, was a wonder of extremes. Its gravity was fifty times greater than Earth's, a challenge that his hybrids would need to overcome. Two massive continents dominated the planet's surface, separated by vast oceans teeming with life. The terrain varied from sprawling forests to towering mountain ranges, with rivers cutting deep into the land like veins.
The planet was alive with biodiversity. Gigantic beasts roamed the plains, their thunderous steps echoing across the land, while avian creatures soared through the skies with wingspans that dwarfed even the largest Earthly birds. Aquatic species thrived in the oceans, their bioluminescent forms creating stunning displays beneath the waves.
The most intriguing aspect of Planet Shamo, however, was the presence of a sapient race. The natives were a peaceful people who had developed an intricate culture in harmony with the planet's natural ecosystems. Though they lacked advanced technology, their intuitive understanding of the planet's resources and balance was unmatched.
Zero stood at the edge of a cliff overlooking one of the massive continents, the hybrids gathered behind him. His frost-blue eyes scanned the horizon, taking in the untamed beauty of the world. "This is where it begins," he said, his voice carrying over the group. "Planet Shamo will be our sanctuary, our proving ground. From here, we'll build the foundation for a new era—not just for the Tuffles but for the galaxy itself."
The hybrids nodded, their eyes gleaming with determination. They had been chosen to forge a path into the unknown, and under Zero's guidance, they would rise to meet whatever challenges lay ahead. For Zero, Planet Shamo was not just a base—it was the starting point of a vision that would reshape the universe.
The sapient race of Planet Shamo, though elusive, had caught Zero's attention the moment he set foot on the planet. These small humanoids, standing roughly 3 to 4 feet tall, were an intriguing sight. The most common among them had vibrant green skin and striking purple hair, though occasional variations in coloration suggested a diverse genetic lineage. They were a mysterious people, often cloaked in large green robes that obscured much of their bodies, leaving Zero without a clear understanding of their physical features or physiology. Their enigmatic nature only added to his curiosity.
Despite their diminutive stature, the natives moved with purpose and grace, suggesting a deep connection to their environment. They appeared cautious yet unafraid, watching Zero and his group from a distance but never approaching directly. For now, Zero decided to leave them be. There was no need to provoke a confrontation with the planet's native inhabitants—not until he understood their culture and capabilities.
Zero and his group of hybrids—whom he now referred to as "Kianko," a name chosen to symbolize the balance of Tuffle intellect and Saiyan strength—chose a sprawling coastline on the western continent as their home base. The area was ideal, offering abundant resources. The coastline provided easy access to water and a wealth of marine life for food, while the surrounding forests and plains teemed with diverse flora and fauna. The natural beauty of the region belied its harsh gravity, which the Kianko were uniquely equipped to endure.
The 1,002 Kianko were a young and determined group, all between the ages of 15 and 19. Their even split—501 women and 501 men—was a deliberate choice, ensuring a balanced community that could grow and sustain itself over time. Despite their youth, they carried themselves with a maturity beyond their years, a byproduct of the transformation process that had heightened both their physical and mental capabilities.
Zero had little intention of micromanaging the settlement process. As he stood on a nearby cliff overlooking the coastline, his frost-blue eyes scanned the activity below. The Kianko, clad in simple yet functional attire provided by the Tuffles, worked tirelessly to construct their new homes. Using materials sourced from the surrounding environment, they built sturdy shelters designed to withstand the planet's intense gravity and unpredictable weather.
The work was efficient, almost instinctual. The Tuffle intellect allowed them to plan and organize with precision, while their Saiyan strength enabled them to carry out the physical labor with ease. They built homes from stone and reinforced wood, creating a village that blended harmoniously with the natural landscape. The settlement began to take shape quickly, with communal gathering spaces, storage facilities, and even training areas emerging as priorities.
Zero observed all this from a distance, his expression calm and unreadable. He had no immediate plans to intervene or dictate. This was their task, their proving ground. He was content to let them grow into their potential, slowly but steadily. After all, he had nothing but time.
For Zero, the establishment of this settlement was only the first step in a far grander plan. The Kianko were the foundation of the power he intended to wield across the galaxy, a force that would embody the perfect balance of intellect and might. But for now, his role was to watch, to guide subtly when needed, and to ensure the survival of his vision.
In the evenings, as the Kianko gathered around communal fires to share meals and stories, Zero remained on the outskirts, his presence both reassuring and distant. He spent these moments reflecting on his broader goals, his mind constantly turning over strategies and contingencies. He also kept a watchful eye on the sapient natives, who seemed to grow bolder as time passed. They ventured closer to the settlement, their robed figures appearing as silhouettes against the horizon. Still, they kept their distance, observing in silence.
Despite the peaceful beginnings, Zero knew the reality of the galaxy was far less forgiving. This settlement, this community, was a fragile seed. It would take time, effort, and unrelenting discipline to ensure it grew into something indomitable.
For now, however, he allowed himself a rare moment of satisfaction as he watched the Kianko carve out their place on this alien world. The future stretched out before him, vast and full of potential, and he intended to shape it to his will.
Later Zero sat on the rocky coastline of what was now known as the Kianko Continent on Planet Zero, the name he had given to his new home. Waves crashed rhythmically against the shoreline, the salt-laden stirring his tail, which moved lazily behind him as he lost himself in thought. The newly established settlement was bustling in the distance, with the Kianko continuing their work, but Zero's focus was elsewhere, his mind weaving through the intricate web of history, strategy, and ambition.
His eyes gazed out over the vast ocean as his thoughts took a darker turn.
Frieza's father, Cold, should be undergoing his Thawing process right now, Zero mused, his expression tightening. Out of all the Frost Demons that have ever existed, his family is undeniably the most powerful.
Zero's tail flicked as he delved deeper into his thoughts. But Cold's strength, immense as it may be, is incomplete. He lacks a true understanding of ki. Without it, he's unable to wield the Ultimate Form to its fullest potential. In the former timeline, it was Frieza who broke that barrier, awakening his Golden Form and surpassing all expectations of what our race could achieve.
The thought brought a faint scowl to Zero's lips. He had always respected and despised the latent potential of his kin in equal measure. Cold's Thawing process will likely be completed in the year 121 of the New Age, he reflected, piecing together the timeline. Somehow Cold escaped Planet Geyser and began building an empire that would one day span the entire Universe.
Zero's gaze grew sharper, his tail curling behind him as he considered the implications. It's ironic. Beerus tolerated Cold not out of respect, but convenience. Cold did the destroyer's job for him—ruthlessly conquering worlds, annexing entire races, and keeping the Universe in check. Beerus could rest easy knowing Cold's empire was a force of order, however brutal.
Zero's thoughts shifted to the historical dominoes that would inevitably fall. Cold's empire rises quickly. He then reigns as Emperor for 611 years, consolidating his power until he hands over the empire to Frieza in Age 732.
Zero's gaze darkened as he recounted the destruction wrought by Cold's rise. In Age 550, Planet Sadala—the Saiyan homeworld—is destroyed, forcing the remnants to scatter across the galaxy. Many of them find refuge on Planet Plant. By 720, King Vegeta's father unites the fractured Saiyan tribes, declaring war on the Tuffles. After ten years of conflict, the Tuffles are eradicated in Age 730, leaving the Saiyans as the dominant force on the planet. But even their victory is short-lived. Just a year later, in 731, Cold annexes the Saiyans, reducing them to mere pawns in his empire.
The tide rolled in, lapping at Zero's feet as he leaned forward slightly, the weight of history pressing against his thoughts. By Age 732, two of the most pivotal figures in Saiyan history are born: Vegeta and Broly. Meanwhile, Frieza begins to come into his own, receiving control of the empire that same year. Goku is born in Age 737, but by the end of that year, Frieza destroys Planet Vegeta, erasing the Saiyan race from prominence.
Zero let out a slow breath, the enormity of the timeline settling in his mind. These events were etched into history—at least, in the former timeline. But this wasn't the same Universe. This wasn't the same history. Zero himself was the deviation, a factor that would ripple through time and space, altering the course of events in ways even he couldn't fully predict.
What role will I play in this unfolding story? he wondered. Can I leverage my knowledge of this timeline to shape it in my favor, to avoid the same mistakes and create something entirely new? Or am I merely a pawn, destined to be swept along by the currents of fate?
As the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, Zero rose to his feet, his black tail swaying behind him. The settling Kianko village hummed with activity in the background, their newfound strength and determination a testament to his vision. But his mind remained locked on the challenges ahead.
He turned his gaze back to the ocean, his eyes reflecting the fading light. Cold, Frieza, Beerus, the Saiyans... they're all pieces of a larger puzzle. And I have the knowledge to either assemble or shatter it. The choice is mine