The tour ship dropped out of hyperspace, blinking into view among tumbling rubble and drifting dust. The nearby star cast its light upon the various jagged stones, bathing them in a fiery orange glow. The ship itself puttered along on two flickering pearl engines. Known as the Glory to Frieza, she was a civilian ship of Arcosian design with bulbous view-ports and a tube shape, design clearly inspired by gastropods.

Aboard, xenos of Brenchian descent, sprinkled with other more awkward alien species all looked indifferent the rock collection. The tour guide, a young Frieza Clan member in a pink dress and a bright fuchsia skull-plate waved her hands, her scaled lips peeling open to review a brilliant white smile.

"Our next stop is the ruins of Plant Vegeta. The Tuffles and Saiyans once waged a brutal war for control of this planet. It was eventually destroyed by our Lord and Savior Frieza. He cleansed it for the good of Galactic Peace and Prosperity™, ending the savage and sinister Saiyan threat before it reached the homes of folks like yourself."

She paused to let it sink in. The audience began to scatter. People were staring at their personal communicators. No one even took a damn photograph. Admittedly, this was the most boring part of her entire tour. But, Lord Snow had ordered that all citizens visit the ruins. Maybe it was a reminder. With the Saiyan Dominion lurking on the borders, she could only imagine he hoped to reinvigorate hatred towards the monkey-scum.

A tiny fuzzball of a xeno screamed and the crowd all froze in horror. The tour guide looked over her shoulder and her eyes widened. The asteroid field was gone.

Replaced... was a red planet, pristine and whole.

The tour guide dropped her mic and screamed too. Seconds later, they all were.