King of Saiyans

Hello to everyone! Just as I wrote at the start of some chapters in other stories, this is a rather spawn-of-the-moment idea that I want to turn into a full-fleshed story of mine. Just a short fic with Bardock as the main character and much stronger than ever. Specially because here is where Bardock leads his people against Frieza. Rated M because I think of some gore and trying an adult scene just to see how it works so I can write other M stories. You were warned so if you don't want to read it then simply leave and never come back to read more of my naked awesomeness.

Heads up: we start just before heading to planet Meat. Then everything goes to Hell from there.

Chapter 1: Unforeseen Consequence

The blue liquid swirled around the naked body of a man. All his features were those of a typical well-built soldier of war. His left cheek was scared and from his back there was a monkey tail coming out above his rear. Air bubbles escaped the man's breathing mask, as his body healed faster than normal beings did all the injures he had from his last battle. His name was Bardock, a low-class fighter from the Saiyan race, though his powers measured among the élite of his kind. Even the Saiyan King heard about his prowess worthy of any proud Saiyan.

The scar warrior was trying to awake, to stop seeing the nightmares that haunted his mind. For the last couple of hours, the palm-tree haired warrior had his brain plagued with weird scenes. Almost like flashbacks from a different time. He could see a little Saiyan child, who looked exactly like himself. But that kid was in another planet acting and behaving differently from any other Saiyan. He trained in places Bardock had never seen before, like a white place that stretched as far as the eye could go. But there was also Frieza in his fast-pacing visions. The short-sized ivory-skinned reptile tyrant, who had slaved them almost a decade ago fighting against his second son, who was now a full-grown adult. His son was the perfect copycat of himself.

But what were this visions? They couldn't be the future. No one could see the future. It was too far-fetched even for a low-class Saiyan with strength of Elite.

"Wait a second! That green guy in Kanassa said something about that... foresight thing" The scar warrior thought to himself, remembering his last minutes in his last purging mission with his comrades.

The images in Bardock's mind shifted back into that fateful day. It was just a couple of hours that the events had transpired yet it looked like an entire lifetime ago.

"I have given you this power so you can save what little nobility is left of your kind. Mine has already fallen under your tyrant's reign" The blue flames-covered green alien stated his last words before burning to a crisp by Tora's blast "But you can make the difference, Bardock" The Saiyan was amazed that the alien creäture knew his name. Specially when he was sure that he had never mentioned it before "Change your fate, and you shall change the universe" That was the moment when he had blacked out.

Bardock's closed eyes narrowed even more, his eyebrows frowning and his fists balling with strength. Without him wanting a white aura started to erupt around his healed body, the medical water boiling by the increasing temperature of his rapidly growing ki.

Outside the healing pod, two lab-coated scientists checked the vital signs of the injured warrior. There was suddenly a spike of energy detected by the machines.

"What's going on Malaka?" The human-looking alien called Planthorr asked dumbstruck by the Saiyan's actions inside the chamber. The healing water was heating up by a sudden emerging ki source. The reptilian science guy called Malaka typed a couple of things in the machines. He got no good response when things started beeping out loudly. And not in the good way.

"I don't know, his power is just increasing without stop!" The reptilian scientist responded with a shocked tone while every mechanical instrument started to short-circuit around him. A machine then exploded, creating a small shockwave in the laboratory. The two doctors almost fell to the floor by the disruptive power going around. For a moment the entire room and possible the entire building trembled to the very core.

Then the earthquakes stopped and a small ring sound came from the pod with a more positive tune. The healing liquid drained away from the enclosed cubicle leaving the unclad scar-faced man.

The medical chamber slidded open, the figure of the low-class warrior Bardock in full naked splendor of eleven inches at view without a care or bothered. Unlike many other races in the universe, Saiyans cared very little for clothing. They normally used the Planet Trade armors to show their allegiance but they were pretty much useless in a fight even as unrestrictive of movement as they could be.

The doctors were looking at the recovered patient, surprise written all over their green and human faces. This wasn't the first time Bardock arrived back to the planet completely battered and near-death but this was the first time his Zenkai had boosted up beyond the chart. Not many Saiyans obtained its full benefits because they never survived from their grave wounds. And right now that higher boost had utterly bypassed the king's power level. It was obvious that the scar-faced low-class fighter had more in reserve than what met the common eye.

"Bardock, are you feeling okay?" Malaka asked his sight fixed on the back-to-full-power warrior of the Saiyan race.

"Never been better" The Scar-cheek Saiyan replied with a confident grin, already putting his new clothes and then his shoulder-less green and black Armor over his chiseled physique. His mind darted back to the memories of the apparent future but the male fighter blocked them away. He didn't want any of that physic annoyance hassling him in the middle of a fight.

"Where did my team go?" The healed squad leader asked towards the scientists placing his red-lensed power-detecting machine called scouter on his left eye. The last he knew was the green bug of Kanassa sneaking on him from behind.

"They left just a couple of hours ago towards planet Meat" Planthorr explained towards his most-recurrent patient.

"Then I should hurry" Bardock stated with a smile plastered on his face, dashing to the outside in a blurring motion that the science men had never seen before. Sheets of paper flew away by the sheer air force created.

"What was his new power level?" The bearded human-like doctor asked towards his colleague. Malaka stammered his answer.

Just hours later after departing from the ten times gravity Planet Vegeta, Bardock's attack pod door opened and the Saiyan jumped out of it with eagerness in his scar-cheek face. His eyes darted over the barren land of the new planet he was visiting for the new mission. This had obviously once been a city. Until his crew arrived. The smoking corps of the native red-and-black armor-like skinned aliens were still fresh on the arid plant-less soil. Bardock's hand clicked his scouter already scanning for any nearby energies. There was one of two thousand going lower and lower with other four presences of six thousand and one of twenty-two thousand.

"What the..." The scar Saiyan thought to himself not understanding anything. Non of his comrades' powers reached the élite level that every Saiyan with at least two brain cells wished to posses and brag about to everyone. That power was even beyond the king Vegeta. He instantly shot towards the place through the air with a blue aura around him, a feeling of dread running wild in his guts.

The pack of four armored-dressed aliens casually dropped the dead body of the Saiyan male called Tora. His blue-and-black armor was gone a gaping hole in his guts his intestines barely burnt pieces scattered over the ground. Nearby the also cheese-holed Borgos and Shugesh were lying dead with blank stares in their own eyes, their bowels spilled over the blood-stained battlefield. Although at this point it would be more acurate the term of carnage land. The natives Meatians and the invader Saiyans were now dead corpses to rot on the same grave.

"So pathetic. How can Lord Frieza be afraid of this garbage?" One of Frieza's soldiers asked rhetorically towards his squad friend.

There was a low rumble coursing through the ground, a bleeding figure still standing in front of the Planet Trade Elites. The figure belonged to a female Saiyan, her right hand clutching a severe wound on her left shoulder. She had short messy black hair that framed her beautiful purple-eyed face. She normally had a nicely endowed body worth drooling. Now, however, her body was full of painful bruises, her former battle armor long gone and only her black-scorched pink underclothes covered what had to be covered.

"Look here boys, the whore came back for more!" The horned-head leader of the squad taunted, his teammates stupidly laughing.

The Saiyaness called Fasha stood her ground not backing down from death anytime soon. She was a fighter through and through and she had never been afraid of being outmatched. The female refused to give up so easily. That was a lesson that came naturally to her like breathing. Her fellow teammates had already fallen like if they were nothing and without putting a scratch on their opponents. Something she was about to rectify soon enough if she could muster enough strength.

Scratch that, she was going to without a shadow of a doubt.

"A tough bitch, uh?" One of the soldiers taunted cracking his knuckles stepping forward like if he owned the place "If you weren't a disgusting monkey, we would already have our way with you" Even now that the pain run wild on her body, Fasha could still jerk an eyebrow by the brainless remark. Honestly some Saiyans kids could come up with something better than that.

"Yeah, so possible with asexual pansies like you" Fasha replied with her own taunting smile. The blood dribbling on her teeth only made her look more maniac. The four fighters frowned angry by the remarks. The bitch wasn't giving up so easily. For élite fighters from Frieza's army, they were being mocked big time by a clown.

"Shut up!" one of the aliens yelled, his hand shooting an air Kiai that sent Fasha careening backwards her body limp through the air.

But something caught her. The Saiyaness barely opened her swollen eyes, when they weighted more than a freaking planet. Yet she could still recognize the person that holded her up without missing a beat.

"Bardock" Fasha whispered her beaten voice sounding upbeat for the first time in what seemed like days of continuous agony. The squad leader let her lying in the floor meters away from the attackers. Soon-to-be-dead attackers.

"Easy there Fasha. It's my turn now" Bardock stated with half a grin. Even on such a situation the Saiyan knew how to remain slightly arrogant. Not that his comrades hadn't been different when they were alive. The thoughts only angered him but he was thankful someone survived.

"Smartass" The female responded with a weak smile. But hell she was glad to get a replacement. Bardock's stare harden his body turning around and facing the four bastards, who dared to strike his squad. His scouter measured the four of them at the six thousand range. That left the question of who reach the twenty-two thousand.

"Look here, boys. The big man has decided to show his face" One of the Planet Trade thugs taunted again.

"Don't you mean, the big monkey?" Another soldier said with mockery. The four were so oblivious in at least checking their Scouters to confirm their theory.

The scar fighter clenched his hands, his teeth grinding and his blue aura combusting around his body. The ki swelled up the enemy' Scouters beeping madly.

"What the..." The apparent leader, a red-skinned alien with horns in his head stammered the numbers in display going up non-stopping "Ten thousand... Eleven... Twelve..." The next number was cut short when Bardock's lightning-fast front punch to the alien's ugly face made his entire skull exploded in a shower of gore from the sheer might behind the strike. The other elites had been too smacked to realize that now some of their friend's brain matter now besmirched their battle armors. The new reeking smell would be disgusting to normal noses but everyone was just shocked into a deep stupor to realize that little fact.

One of the elites finally reacted. He was purple skinned with a black-and-white armor. His hand shot up and fired a deadly blue beam. The angry Saiyan set his sight into his new victim, his fist punching the blast back to its place of origin like a casual fly. The élite idiot took his own blast head on and flew backwards head over heels. Bardock rocketed towards him, the ground beneath him shaking slightly by his take off. His body started spinning and gained a lethal amount of momentum. The weak élite fighter had no chance to fight back, when the deadly roundhouse bifurcated him right in his waist section without making a noise. Gushes of purple liquid spurted away from the halves. The remaining two soldiers had their eyes popping out of their sockets. They foolishly tried to escape by normal running. The scared fighter's would have shook his head by the stupid antics but he was angry beyond words. His left hand rose, a blue light shinning bright and aiming forward. The Energy Wave washed over the place engulfing the soldiers in full. Their organic particles evaporated down into nothing more but more ashes over the scorched area.

The weaken Fasha would like to gawk in surprise but found that to be a very painful action for her sore jaw. Her leader had completely owned the elite's asses. And apparently without breaking a sweat. That stun her harder than any strike she had received over her fight. It was marveling her senses that she was with someone so powerful. Fasha doubted than even Vegeta could have survived the four idiots. He was an idiot on his own right so he would be making friends instead of enemies.

However, the machine's beeping sound brought the warrior man's attention, who turned his head right. The scar Saiyan recognized the piece of walking fat. His name was Dodoria, one of Frieza's top lieutenants. Or ass-kisser, boot-cleaner and all the other names for pesky lap dogs.

The fat blob wasn't intimidated though. The four warriors were just little ants compared to his own power. He ranked the twenty-two thousand units! Only Frieza was stronger than that.

"Dodoria" The scar-faced Saiyan stated with a level tone but his body language indicated the opposite. So his visions weren't just a new form of madness. They were real. Frieza was going to terminate them like common bugs "Does Frieza have anything to say to me?" The fat alien snickered slightly. His boss had been growing bored with the Saiyans. As powerful as they were, non of them knew how to properly take an order and fulfill it. He coincidentally forgot to mention that the so-called monkeys were growing in strength. And in packs they were even more deadly.

"Actually, yes" The pink fat responded, a dark orange sphere instantly shinning in Dodoria's hand when he shot it forward "You are fired!" The orange blast covered everything at view, Bardock's eyes widening by the sheer incoming speed of the blast. For someone so fat Dodoria was obviously no weakling. The ki swallowed Bardock's body, the plumes of smoke kicking up and caving a long trench in its path of destruction.

After the smoke banished from the place, Bardock was incredibly still standing his ground, his forearms in front of him x-crossed. His armor was gone and his muscled body was covered in deep blood-oozing wounds and cuts. The Saiyan leader of the dead squad panted after having to over-exert his ki to nigh survive that last powerful energy blast. He dropped down to his knees feeling weaker with each second. For all of his new might, the scar fighter had been overpowered like a common third-class.

Dodoria walked forward barely surprised by the fact the simian had survived his blast. Only meant more time to have fun.

"Well Bardock, I guess Frieza was right in been concerned about your monkey's loyalty in the long run" The fat blob mentioned with a smirk. His foot shot up kicking him right in the mouth. Blood and saliva splashed from his loosen jawbone, his body falling on its back. Dodoria' smirk never faltered, his other foot now stomping right in the sternum. Each kick plow caved the soil for at least half a feet down. Bardock yelled in white-hot pain. He could hear his body slowly breaking apart, his rib-cage cracking under the fat bastard's attacks.

However, a yellow blast to the back of Dodoria's head halted the alien's attack. The energy didn't move the pink alien at all and he easily turned his head around. The beaten Fasha was back on her shaking feet, smoke raising from her hand after using her last reserve of ki. If it could help Bardock then it was worth loosing it.

"If you wanted to take your friend's place in Hell you only had to ask!" The fat blob exclaimed, his body swiftly disappearing with an after image and showing up right in front of the female. His hand grabbed her in the throat.

Bardock struggled to get back to his feet though it was something very pointless to do. Fasha was a few feet away, just like him near the point of no return. He wanted to save her but just couldn't feel the energy to do so. His eyes were getting heavier to keep open. He knew what it meant. Sweet blackness of Death, that would take away all of their pain in less than a second.

But Bardock didn't want that. He was a pure Saiyan, bread to fight the unfightable, to defeat the undefeatable. There would be no peace for him. Only fight. In life or death, the struggle for pride and glory would always rule his mind and body.

But his friends...they were like him...some of the few people he could call brothers of war. And now he would lost the last one of those friends of his.

"Well tough guy, if you want to play die to hard on me, then let's see how does your bitch play it!" The fat blob jeered strangling the Saiyaness just a bit stronger so to keep the game on. And if than pissed off the other Saiyan then it was a great bonus.

Dodoria smirked, his hand only getting tighter around Fasha's neck. The Saiyaness spat more blood from her mouth, her throat sore and not in the good way she would have wanted. The air was no longer going into her burning lungs. Just a bit more pressure and the sound of snapping would end everything.

"Now that I see you two, I think Lord Frieza may have overestimated you and your other pals" The fat alien stated with evil glee "Just fur-less simians that break so easily!" He was ready for the rupturing sound of the bones.

Bardock clutched his hands in tight fists. He slammed his knuckles on the hard granite floor using them for leverage to finally stand up on his weakening knees. The blood oozed from his bleeding lips. His black-colored eyes were embedding imaginary daggers on the pink-skinned fat bastard. And soon he would be embedding his fist through Dodoria's greasy guts.

"LET HER GO!" The male Saiyan's voice rumbled over the battlefield with a titanic echo. His almost clothe-less body started to shine with a golden hue, rocks and debris flying up by the new power surging from within his very body and spirit. The beeping of Dodoria's scouter increased without stop, registering a new power signal. The pink fat alien stepped back in fear, the numbers going up. His hand had let go of the female fighter dropping her almost knocked out. But she wasn't out yet. Fasha was alive and hearing everything around her.

"Thirty... Forty... Fifty!" The pink-skinned henchman yelled, before taking his scouter off, throwing it away. But it kept beeping and registering the new numbers. It turned off automatically before the mechanism exploded by overloading "This is just a trick! It's impossible!"

But to Bardock, the words had no meaning anymore. His Saiyan mind just lost itself in the subconscious fury, the prime instinct of blood lust and carnage that every Saiyan experimented when transforming into Ozaru, amplified many times over took him over. His eyes were shifting between deep onyx black and bright emerald-green, his spikes of palm-like hair rising by hurricane wind gusts.

The golden-shinning fighter folded his arms to the sides and screamed to the copper-red heavens above, his power expelling outwards finally in blinding gleam. The giant planet shuddered in devastating tremors as the universe basked in the ancient golden energies of a new mighty Super Saiyan.

The energy flow caused the beaten Saiyaness to narrow open her eyes, just a little bit to gaze whatever was happening. Her purple eyes widened suddenly forgetting her excruciating pain she was currently in. The female fighter was sure she was dreaming. But she couldn't pinch herself to test that theory because her hands were numb.

Dodoria back-stepped in terror. His arms were twitching unwittingly by the feeling of dread. He knew that the monkeys could transform into bigger monkeys thanks to the Full Moon. But the bizarre golden thing was brand new. And above all, a bad news for him.

The new golden Saiyan moved in a swift teleporting-like motion that took the pink fat alien by utter surprise. More surprising was the golden-charged punch that hit Dodoria in the guts, going straight through him, the Saiyan hand covered in thick dark-purple blood. The fat henchman alien never saw it coming, before dying instantly. Just like Bardock had promised he would do.

The golden scar fighter removed his arm from the fat dead corpse, anger still boiling through his ki pumped-up body. The bastard deserved to have suffered more. Much more.

His green eyes were suddenly fixed on the alien sky. He couldn't settle with the weaklings of the herd. He needed to find the strongest, the one that was pulling the strings. The one that carried power to be a challenge. The one that deserved to die by his hands around the neck once he had squashed the life out of him.

Frieza.

The Saiyaness just couldn't react to what was right in front of her. She surely was in Hell, there was no other option available for her. It couldn't be Bardock. She shook her head. She had seen him transform and still couldn't believe it. But maybe, just maybe, it could be her squad leader.

"Bardock, is it you?" The short-haired woman asked in utter confusion, her voice hoarse but definitely perceptible for a Saiyan keen hearing. She was certain that what she saw was no illusion created from her blood lost or a magical technique meddling with her mind.

With a dashing movement at light speed the new golden fighter was in the split of a second next to her teammate. He had heard her clearly. The unexpected arrival made her body recall back on instincts. But on her present physical condition she only managed to jolt back an inch or two.

"Yes. But if you mean how I transformed, I just don't know" The Saiyan leader replied in full honesty, his emerald eyes looking at her. With a sigh of relaxation his body returned to black-haired and less bulkiness. Fasha's hand tried to push her up to her feet but she didn't rose an inch before falling on her butt. Bardock snickered but knew that his mate was nowhere near to do things on her own.

"Easy there. You are in no condition to walk" The leader stated trying to keep Fasha stable.

"You don't say?" She asked sardonically. The Saiyan leader of the former squad wanted to smile. She was a Saiyan to the end, stubborn like Hell. That was one of the things he liked about Fasha.

With a fast movement, the scar fighter picked his last-living teammate in a bridal style. He was injured too, but after his sudden morph into gold he was now slightly stronger and re-energize. He woudl still need medical attention but he could hold until that. The Saiyan woman blushed behind her bruised cheeks by the position she was now in.

"This is so humiliating" The purple-eyed Saiyaness exclaimed as Bardock strolled away from the corpse-filled battlefield.

"Please, I bet you are loving this. After all, you are being carried by the Legendary Super Saiyan" His answer was a smack in the head that caused both Saiyans to wince in pain. The two decided to remain silent

"Where's your ship?" Bardock asked looking around the battle-ravaged land. It was obvious his teammates had put a great performance before Frieza's lapdogs had sneaked into them once tired from cleansing the cities. The female looked around but found nothing.

"Oh Great, those bastards might have blasted it so I couldn't escape" Fasha exclaimed anger in her tone. For mere grunts, they were rather clever planners. Or maybe Frieza was and they just carried the deed. Mostly the latter option.

"Guess mine will have to suffice" The Saiyan man said, not noting the even bigger blush on the woman. Confined in a small one-person ship with the man, who any warrior woman with enough brain cells would love to have. She had experienced a little crush on her team leader when she first joined the team, but she once thought she could get over it. But the situation wasn't making her change her mind.

The attack pod left the alien planet carrying the last two Saiyans from a dead squad.

Casually sitting on a technological hover chair the ivory-skinned tyrant called Frieza stared through a window towards the blackness of space inside his spacecraft. A glass of wine dangled from his fingers never slipping away from his grasp. His mind pondered the hundred different ways for him to exterminate the flee-covered simians that called themselves Saiyans. The Icejinn could easily blow up the planet and enjoy the ensuing fireworks from outer space. He could breathe in the middle of the vacuüm so no harm for him there. Or he could go down to the planet and exterminate the monkeys one by one in a good old-fashioned hunting season. Thanks to their stupid pride nonsense they would all try to avenge their fallen apes by attacking one by one no matter how weak they were. They would only be making a straight line for him to send them the Afterlife.

"Lord Frieza!" The light-skinned effeminate lieutenant called Zarbon run into the Icejinn's room in a hurry. He then realized his foolish mistake and bowed to one knee.

"Yes, Zarbon?" The tyrant asked taking a sip from the wine not bothering in turning around and see his lackey. Even on dire situations, the second son of Cold remained arrogant and nonchalant. Only his father could kill him after all, so he had no one to be afraid off.

"Sire, we lost contact with Dodoria on Planet Meat just an hour ago" The alien servant responded obediently but also frantically.

"Quite odd" The Icejinn stated with a level tone. He ordered Dodoria to take care off a group of low-class Saiyans. He knew those simians were the weakest beings in the whole universe. But if given the proper time then their powers could rapidly increase. In groups they were a force than already rivaled his own Ginyu Squad.

But non of them could be a Super Saiyan. That was just a stupid legend that satiated their simian's overgrown ego.

Taking his mind out of that particular topic, the leader of the Northern Galaxy finally spun his chair around to face his minion.

"Take a small team and find out what happen" The ivory-skinned short lizard ordered his tone still cool-headed "The destruction of those chimps can wait for a more couple of days" While he had planned to destroy them as quickly as possible, Frieza also realised that waiting for a day or two wouldn't change the obvious result of his victory.

Zarbon looked amazed but didn't complain with his boss' new orders. It would mean his instant death if he did.

"Yes sir. I shall return in two days" The alien responded and stood up. He left towards the Attack Pods while his boss casually spun around again to look at space.

In two days he would have news and then five days for him to reach Planet Vegeta. The location he was on was one of the furthest from the Northern Galaxy. In fact he was in his brother's territory near the limits of the Eastern Galaxy. But what could Cooler do against him? He was weaker than Frieza. Maybe if Frieza was lucky he would end his brother's life before or after the monkey Genocide.

No matter the time, the triumph would be his to claim.

Notes from Chapter 1:

Bardock healed stronger than his movie counterpart.

There was also a change with the Kanassian' speech.

Did anybody catch the secret meaning when Bardock walked out of the healing pod? Really, the number was there for everyone to read.

I never knew Fasha power level or any other Saiyan in Bardock's crew so from this point forwards I just invent them.

The fight was different but you should have expected that.

Bardock isn't with Gine. She doesn't exist in this timeline. Kakarot's and Raditz's mother is Hanasia from Dragon Ball Multiverse. You don't like her, then go complain with Toriyama.

One week, people. That's all you need to change the Saiyan's fate for eternity.

Power Levels:

Bardock:

Healed (Bigger Zenkai): 15,000

Super Saiyan: 750,000

Fasha:

Full power: 4,500

Dodoria: 22,000

Dodoria's Squad: 6,000 each

Frieza:

First form: 530,000

Zarbon: 25,000

And so Bardock has started a path into power that can't be stopped. Not even by Frieza. What to do about him? See next chapter and find out!