Dragon Ball Savior the Novel

C2: Aborian Dawn

A soft hum filled the atmosphere as the massive starship cut through the dark of space, the last vestige of Saiyan hope, Exodus-02, drifting toward its final destination. The ten warriors aboard, chosen by King Vegeta himself, stood in silence, their expressions hard as the unfamiliar planet loomed closer on the ship's displays.

Abora.

The planet was isolated, uncharted, and shielded by a peculiar anomaly in the fabric of spacetime. Here, the Saiyans would be hidden from the prying eyes of the tyrant Frieza, and, more importantly, they would have a chance to rebuild. No longer warriors consigned to destruction—they would be creators.

Surius, the leader of the expedition, stood at the front of the ship, his eyes narrowed as he studied the planet's surface. It appeared barren, but the deep canyons and rugged mountain ranges hinted at untapped potential. A blank canvas, waiting to be molded by Saiyan hands.

"Prepare for descent," Surius ordered, his voice cutting through the silence. His tone was cold, unyielding, fitting for a warrior chosen to guide the last survivors of a dying race.

Behind him, General Ragus stepped forward, his hulking form casting a long shadow across the command deck. "This planet looks like nothing, Surius. Are you sure it's capable of sustaining us?"

"King Vegeta chose this place for a reason," Surius replied without turning. His sharp eyes never left the view in front of him. "Our mission isn't to find comfort. It's to survive."

Ragus grunted, unsatisfied but silent. Despite the misgivings in his heart, he trusted Surius. He had to—there was no room for doubt in Exodus-02.

As the ship pierced the atmosphere, the turbulence shook the vessel violently, rattling the warriors inside. But none flinched. Saiyans were born in battle. This was just another test, another trial to overcome.

The surface of Planet Abora greeted them with an eerie stillness. The sky above was a deep, swirling purple, with strange clouds of energy drifting lazily across the horizon. As they touched down, the ship's doors opened with a mechanical hiss, and the warriors stepped onto the soil of their new home.

Surius moved forward, his boots sinking into the reddish dust. He looked back at the others, his expression steely. "This is it. The future begins here."

Many Years Later – The City of Saiya'ka

Time had moved strangely on Abora.

It was only thanks to a discovery deep within the heart of the planet that the Saiyan survivors had not only thrived, but surpassed every expectation. Beneath the surface, they found a temporal anomaly—a realm not unlike the Room of Spirit and Time, where the flow of time was distorted. In this strange sub-dimension, years passed like days, allowing them to train, evolve, and build their civilization with astonishing speed.

The result was nothing short of miraculous.

The once barren surface of Abora now bloomed with life. Towers of sleek Saiyan architecture rose from the ground, their smooth metallic surfaces gleaming under the violet skies. The city of Saiya'ka was the crown jewel of the new Saiyan civilization, its streets bustling with activity. Saiyan warriors patrolled the city, their power levels far beyond what had been considered normal when they fled Planet Vegeta. Technological advancements—some inspired by the Tuffle technology they had encountered long ago—allowed them to build a thriving metropolis, complete with advanced medical facilities, starships, and defense systems that rivaled anything the galaxy had seen.

The Saiyan race, once on the brink of extinction, had been reborn as a force even greater than before.

The dark skies above crackled with energy, resembling the tension between the Saiyan leaders gathered at the edge of a vast, luminous crater — the heart of their new civilization. Each of them carried the weight of their past on Planet Vegeta, but here, on Abora, they were the architects of a future unbound by Frieza's tyranny.