"Yeah, let's just assume we're orphans and move on," Samuel doubled down on the take. This caused a rare moment of agreement between the two.
"What if they're not dead though, and they just suddenly show up?"
"Bruh, who cares? Just fly away and go build another shed elsewhere." And they're back to arguing.
"That's just so wrong; we'd be robbing them of their kid."
"First of all, we didn't choose to come here and possess his body. Secondly, who the fuck cares? Everybody has to grow up eventually."
"Would you say the same thing had that happened to mom instead of them?"
"…"
"Right, you little hypocrite."
"So what if they do come back? Are you planning on using them as mom's replacement?" Samuel asked incredulously.
"Really? You know I wouldn't do that." Knock knock knock. The two stopped talking as someone was at the door.
Sam got up and opened the shed door expecting to see Pellon asking to play again. "Are you Garlock?" asked a burly bald-headed Saiyan. He was definitely not Pellon, as he wore the typical Saiyan armor provided by the Frieza force; on top of it all, he looked 30.
"Uh, yes, it's me Pellon, I mean Garlock," Sam replied, getting the names mixed up.
"Our records show that you've just turned 3 years old yesterday. According to protocol, you were to be brought into the infant infiltration unit by your parents to begin your first planet infiltration." The bald-headed Saiyan looked at Garlock, then began flipping through some papers.
"It would seem that the breach of protocol was due to the passing of your parents not too long ago. As they were dedicated warriors who passed in battle recently, I pay my humble respect to them," the man said as he bowed.
"Please follow me. You are not the only orphan Saiyan; you'll find a family in your new home." The Saiyan took flight without even finding out if Sam could fly or not.
Sam also took flight, letting everything sink in. Well, I guess we were right, he thought.
Two minutes later, the two descended to a building that looked much better than the houses he had seen previously. The two walked into the oval-shaped building as automatic doors opened to let them in.
The man went over to the desk where an Appule sat behind the counter typing on some type of computer. Handing the purple alien Garlock's paper, he told the alien, "Sign him up for a new family."
"Family?" the alien questioned.
"Yes, a new home; new planet; a new family; read between the lines, you damn eggplant."
"Oh, he's an infiltration baby; hehe, oh yes, yes, a new family indeed." While the two were doing a terrible job at concealing information, Sam had a deadpan look on his face.
He found it interesting that the Saiyan didn't want him to find out his purpose for going to a new planet. After all, he would end up killing all the denizens on whatever planet he landed, via his Ozaru transformation.
He wasn't sure if the Saiyan was withholding this information from him to not scare him, or if he simply thought he was too young for that intel.
Either way, from this interaction with this Saiyan, and his interactions with the Saiyan family from earlier, he concluded that Saiyans are more than just war-hungry, barbaric people set on destruction.
They were people at heart who just so happened to be battle hungry. He smiled as he thought, yeah, maybe they are worth saving.
He looked up to the Saiyan who was finalizing his documents and said to the man, "Uhm, excuse me, sir. Earlier I was climbing a tree to pick a fruit and ended up falling out of the tree. You see, I have a little memory loss as I had hit my head when I fell. Would you be so kind as to tell me what age we're in?" he asked, rubbing his two hands together nervously.
With a deadpan and incredulous look, the Saiyan said nothing for a few seconds; clearly not buying his half-assed lie. "Age 731," he said, nothing more.
The Appule finished typing on his monitor and gave the man a paper. The Saiyan took it and headed out the door. Sam followed with little to no relief in his heart.
He had only six or so years to grow enough strength to go against Frieza, the racist tyrant. Age 737 should be the year the Saiyans get wiped, he thought to himself.
He continued to follow the other Saiyan, not saying anything at all. After a while, the two came to a stop at a massive towering building. Spaceship pods were coming and going constantly from this location.
It looked like an airport on steroids. The pods just wouldn't stop leaving and entering the space. The man led him to a pod nearby as he glanced at the paper the Appule gave him earlier.
"Alright, young infant, this is your first stop," he picked up Sam like a baby as he opened the pod, placing him inside.
"There are emergency supplies located in the compartment up ahead. You are to use them only when you reach your new home. When they run out, you'll have to hunt on your own."
He buckled Sam into the seat as he pulled a mask down on his head.
Putting in the coordinates of the designated planet, he closed the pod and watched it lift off.
This was it. This was Sam's journey, off to a new planet.