One day, there was a female Saiyan born. She was sent to Earth immediately to protect her from Frieza finding out she's a female Saiyan and killing her. At the time, a Saiyan named Bardock was rebelling against Frieza, only to be killed along with the rest of the planet.

Now, the baby female Saiyan has landed near a cabin in the woods, her pod tearing up the ground and creating a crater. The pod opened revealing a loudly crying baby girl.

Baby Cynder: WAHHHH!!!!!

Black: What was that?

Zamasu: I believe it sounded like a baby crying.

Black: *goes outside to look* *looks in the pod* Hm? A Saiyan?

Zamasu: Yes, and a female one. Should we kill it?

Black: No, I have a better idea. Let's raise her as our own.

Zamasu: As our own what, may I ask?

Black: Sister. That's what. I would rather raise her as a sister than as my own child.

Zamasu: You do realize that it's a lot of work raising a child?

Black: I'm aware of that.

Zamasu: Hmm, there appears to be a necklace she's wearing. It has her name on it.

Black: What does it say?

Zamasu: It says "Cynder".

Black: Give her my name as her last name and she'll be Cynder Black.

Zamasu: I do hope you are prepared to raise a child.

Black: Of course, I'll be better at it than that Saiyan, Son Goku.

Zamasu: Hm. Yes. Why exactly did you let him live?

Black: Because he might be useful in case she gets sick or anything like that.

Zamasu: Hm, true. He is a doctor. But are you not a doctor as well?

Black: Yes, but no one has to know that.

Zamasu: Right. You'd better do something to make her stop crying.

Black: Hush, child. *Picks her up*

Cynder: *stops crying*

Black: Come, Zamasu. Help me raise this child right.

Zamasu: You mean raise her to be like you.

Black: Yes. We will have an excellent ally in our Zero Mortal Plan. Then we won't need Son Goku.

Zamasu: Is he still locked in the basement?

Black: Yes, for now. But he's not starving. He has food and water and a bed. We need him in proper health to teach me his doctor skills.

Zamasu: Right. But you could learn on your own, couldn't you?

Black: I could, but not on a child.

Zamasu: You mean you don't want to kill her.

Black: Yes, exactly.

Zamasu: Alright, fine. I'll help you.

Black: Good. *Goes back inside with Cynder*

Zamasu: *follows*

Black: Go find some clothes or create some for her, Zamasu. She can't stay in this armor.

Zamasu: *gives Cynder a miniature version of Black's gi*

Black: Hehe, we're going to take good care of you, little one. *Gives her a bottle*

Cynder: *drinks from it*

Black: Hungry aren't you, little one? Well soon one day you will be hungry for justice. And help us rid the world of those disgusting mortals. *Pats her head*