The blue swirl of distant stars glimmered faintly in the void as a small figure soared through the galaxy. Months had passed since Mori left the only home he had ever known, and during that time, he had encountered many strange, beautiful, and mysterious planets. Without even realizing it, his very presence had sparked life where there was once none — a soft breath of his ki would revitalize dying forests, awaken dormant seeds, even heal the wounded. He had been given a name by the grateful, reverent inhabitants: The Ultimate Lifeform.
But not all planets welcomed the unknown with open arms.
As Mori approached his next destination — a dusky red planet shrouded in storm clouds and jagged mountain ridges — he felt something off. The world didn't call to him like the others had. Still, he was tired, his small frame aching, and hunger nibbled at the edges of his stomach. He descended slowly, drifting down into what appeared to be a settlement — metallic structures, defense towers, and soldiers... many, many soldiers.
The moment his feet touched the cracked earth, alarm sirens howled.
"Who are you?! What are you doing here?!"
"Why did your energy spike just now?! Are you a weapon?! A spy?!"
The voices came fast and sharp, blending into one another as a battalion of armored warriors circled him. Some hovered in the air, weapons trained on him. Others barked into communication devices.
Mori's heart pounded. "I-I don't want to fight! I'm just passing through—"
"Liar!" someone barked. "That ki is unnatural!"
He felt it again — the surge inside. The heavy flutter in his chest, the tightness in his breath. His ki, usually dormant and calm, was beginning to spiral outward in anxious ripples.
"I don't know why it's doing that—please, I don't mean any harm!"
But his voice fell on deaf ears. The crowd of warriors moved in tighter, more weapons glowing with power. The fear in their eyes mirrored the fear building in him. His aura began to spark, pink and unstable.
"Get down! He's powering up!"
"No! No, I'm not—I'm just scared—!" Mori's voice cracked.
One of the warriors, nervous and unsure, fired a small blast that struck the ground near him. The moment it hit, his ki lashed out violently in defense — a burst of chaotic pink energy whipped across the nearest attacker, throwing them into a wall.
"Hostile confirmed! TAKE HIM DOWN!"
"No! Please stop!" Mori screamed, but it was too late. Dozens of blasts streaked through the air toward him.
He raised his arms on instinct — a translucent barrier of swirling energy formed around him, catching the first wave of attacks. The pressure mounted, his body trembling as he tried to hold the shield together. "Stop! I don't want to hurt you!"
The barrier flickered, then shattered as a concentrated energy cannon ripped through it, slamming into his small body and sending him crashing through the side of a rocky hill. Dust exploded from the impact. Mori cried out, curling on the ground as pain seared through him.
"Why…?" he gasped. "Why are they doing this…?"
The faces of the scientist who called him a monster flashed before his eyes. Then the eerie laughter of Kid Buu echoed in his head. Alone. Unwanted. Dangerous.
His body trembled. His breathing grew ragged.
And then—his ki surged.
A flood of negative emotions — fear, pain, confusion — erupted from within, dragging his chaotic, mixed lineage of ki to the surface. The ground trembled beneath him. Black clouds twisted overhead. The air turned heavy.
From his tiny body, a vortex of dark pink energy burst outward, vaporizing every soldier within range.
The mountains cracked.
The sky wept fire.
Tornadoes formed in a blink, spiraling into the heavens. Lightning arced from the ground to the clouds. The entire planet cried out in agony as nature itself recoiled from the chaos. Trees blackened. Rivers boiled. The very atmosphere groaned under the weight of the anomaly's uncontrollable despair.
And then—silence.
Mori's body, now unconscious, lay still among the destruction. His hair clung to his face, his breathing shallow, clothes tattered. The storm ceased. The winds died. The cratered land around him fell still, littered with the remains of a once-thriving outpost.
Far above the planet's orbit, a cold mechanical eye blinked awake — the Big Gete Star had arrived once more. Its sensors scanned the devastation, analyzing the anomaly's power signature.
"Subject: The Ultimate Lifeform. Emotional instability consistent with previous anomalies. Assimilation window: Approaching optimal. Continue observation."
And with that, the cold machine moved on, following the faint trace of Mori's energy trail as it began to fade toward a new destination...
Earth.
Moments after Mori vanished into the void, the soundless hum of machinery stirred the air. The sky shimmered faintly — and then, the Big Gete Star descended.
Its mechanical limbs spread like an enormous metal spider across the scorched landscape, scanning the obliterated zone with eerie precision.
"Subject departure confirmed," the system's cold voice declared. "Analyzing aftermath... Subject displays emotional instability paired with catastrophic ki potential. Threat level: elevated. Assimilation remains priority."
Scanners pulsed across the ruined terrain.
Then — a reading.
Life detected.
Amidst the rubble, a battered inhabitant barely clung to life, shielded by fractured steel and stone. The Gete Star's sensors narrowed in. Dilated pupils. Accelerated heart rate. Heavy trauma.
A small hatch opened beneath the star.
From within, a sleek, insect-like drone zipped out, gliding silently toward the survivor. It hovered above him… then latched on.
A faint hiss. A pulse of light.
The drone injected a microscopic data-seed into the survivor's neural cortex. Not full control — only a gentle rewiring. Just enough influence to steer memory, emotion, and message.
"Directive installed," the system echoed. "Survivor will spread word of the incident. Conclusion to circulate: The 'Ultimate Lifeform' is both curse… and blessing. Fear it. Revere it. Track it."
The survivor's eyes jolted open.
He gasped for air, sat upright, and looked across the ruined land with horror frozen on his face. Trembling, he began to mutter, then shout. Word would spread — of a being who came with kindness in his eyes… but left behind devastation.
Salvation… or destruction.
A force of nature with a child's face.