This work of fiction, can prove to be a service rendered to all fans of Dragon Ball series and Naruto. They embody the best joy I have experienced watching both anime. I do not own Dragon Ball or Naruto series, as they are the creation of the pioneers of the Anime World, Mr. Akira Toriyama and Mr. Masashi Kishimoto. With a salute to them, let me speak something about the story.

I have begun this story prefixing a fictional portion of Japanese Mythology. Mythology is an integral part of anyone's life as I believe. It is as necessary for religion and national culture as the skin and the skeleton that preserve a fruit with its juice and its taste. Form is no less essential than substance. Mythology and holy figures are necessary for any great culture to rest on its stable spiritual foundation and function as a life-giving inspiration and guide. This fiction is not intended to make fun of any religion, culture or caste.

Let us keep ever in our minds that Fanfiction, is where writes can project their ideas into creation of something innovative.

Now about this story, it is a crossover between Naruto and Dragon Ball Z, and contains equal amount of projection from both. From start to the end, with a trifling amount of changes.

Without further ado, let us commence.

Since the millennia, the universe, the vast creation, the might illusion, in which many galaxies are situated, was plagued by the forces of evil. There was a predominant rise in iniquitousness and irreligion. Earth was plunged into darkness and fear became prevalent. There was no limit to threat to peace and tranquility. Virtuousness was in sharp decline and it was difficult for truth and serenity to survive. Atrocities were plotted against the innocent and those who carried hope were brutally tortured. Even the most supreme warriors failed to prevail against these agencies of darkness. Rivers of blood mixed into the seas. Bodies were sprinkled across the lands. Merciless killing was like a sport everywhere.

Gods could only weep piteously at the dreadful state of the galaxies. The terror had elicited fear even in them. Complaints were submitted to them each second in the form of prayers. Finally, a council of deities, the demi gods and other godly ones, determined that it was time for action. No one had enough divine faculties to dispel the execrable crimes of the demons. Now there was only one path left. One last resort.

They fell at the feet of the Sun Goddess Amaterasu, pleading for succour. Understanding their predicament, she pledged to take advent herself. In order to deliver the pious and to annihilate the miscreants, as well as to restore the principles of cosmic order, to appease her unalloyed devotees, and those whose screams echoed in the heavens harassed by the demonic, Goddess Amaterasu vowed to incarnate as two mortals in the upcoming time period.

This epic is the about the legend of those two mighty heroes, whose sole purpose of being born was to repel the evil forces and reestablish the harmony in the Universe.

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Frieza, the egoistic and undemocratic tyrant. Second name of terror, who could wipe a planet just with the erection of a finger. Born with the boon of transformations, each deadlier than the preceding, his only ambition was to rule the Universe. He would leave piles of bodies mounting behind as he walked. Maybe he had taken a liking to ruins, because whenever he passed by, it felt like a dark ominous whirlwind has just passed. His shrieks of laughter silenced the wails of his victims. His armies slayed everyone who ever dared to wrong him. He would bring in the odor of Death along with him. Even Fear would tremble at the approach of the horrid Emperor.

Saiyans, a fierce and aggressive race of warriors, were annexed under Frieza's reign to execute his dirty work. Due to the Saiyans' innate strength and penchant for violence, they were considered to be useful mercenaries and assisted in the conquering of many planets, or if assignment called for, eradication of a planet's population. They would slaughter the exemplary faultless races and take over their planets. Despite the class bifurcation, Saiyans proved to be efficacious in every mission assigned to them. Gifted with natural fighting ability, strength and the ability to become stronger after every battle, Saiyans became powerful assets in Frieza's subjugation of planets.

But that always twisted Frieza from the inside. Saiyans were reaching new levels of strength, exponentially. Frieza was aware that if the Saiyans decided to rebel on the night of the new moon, it would be impossible to subjugate them once again. Though their power was inconsequential to his, Frieza had always harbored a clandestine fear of the myth: A Super Saiyan. While others considered the legend fictitious; Frieza had a premonition that it wasn't just a story and the Saiyans mustn't be underestimated. So when Zarbon, his right hand suggested that that it would be prudent to wipe out the Saiyans before they grew more threatening; it wasn't actually a suggestion. It was a prophecy of Frieza's catastrophic fate.

With a fondness for destruction, Frieza deemed the suggestion and exterminated Planet Vegeta completely, the home to the Saiyans, decimating each Saiyan present on that planet. Having no qualms with butchering his own forces, no matter how loyal they were, became the victims in that historical massacre, just because they were within the trajectory. In a flash of blinding light, The Supernova, Frieza's most calamitous attack entered the core of Planet Vegeta.

All the once green land were no more than ash and charcoal. The air was heavy with the smell of burnt flesh and smoke hung in a haze that partially obscured the blood-red sun. The cities stood like skeletons, barren wastelands, empty now that disease had taken whatever the fire did not. Even the oceans stood still like semi-stagnant pools of death and decay, there were no waves as even the wind had left the Planet. And all the while the oppressive heat rained down like the breath of hell. The sphere sank into the planet's core and it was exploded in one last flare of blazing hue.

And just like that, Planet Vegeta was history. Chunks of earth levitated in every direction, doomed to spend the eternity zooming through the Universe. The frost demon's maniacal cackle at the pompous celebration filled the dark void of the space. The heartless joined him, and those who had sorrow in their eyes looked on helplessly. Frieza thought that he was laughing at the eradication of a potential threat, but in fact, he was laughing at himself. And laughing along with him was his own Death that hovered above him.

This carnage had opened the doors to his own destruction. Frieza was under the assumption that except for a few fellow Saiyans under his authority, there was no survivor left. But his destiny was playing Hide and Seek with him. Just ample of minutes ago before the explosion, due to the mandatory Saiyan custom, a space pod was dispatched, the haulage being a dormant Saiyan newborn, to be transferred to Planet Earth.

Meant for trips across the entirety of space, the intergalactic cruiser voyaged across many planets before heading for the Earth at an increased velocity, enveloped in a fiery blaze. The capsule soon plummeted the Earth, with enough force to create a 16 ft. crater upon impact.

This space pod had played a very pivotal role in this epic, because it had not brought a mere child on Earth, it had brought an avenger in the form of this infant. A last beacon of hope of the deceased Saiyans, whose unaccountable deaths were to be revenged, was burdened upon this tiny bairn, who was totally clueless about his existence.

And when the door to the spaceship opened leaving smoke in its wake, the clock of Frieza's life cycle had begun to tick. Wailing and naked, the baby made his debut known.

Initially named Kakarot, this boy was found by a grizzled old man called Gohan. Excavating the boy's features, and cognizing the strength of the baby, the feeble old man named him…Son.

Son Goku.

This fic will contain the same pairings. There will be no changes in the pairings. I sincerely thank you for giving it a shot, and hope that you enjoyed it and look forward for the next chapter.

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Don't get me wrong. I do not look forward to a combat of words. I want to stay cordial with all readers and strengthen my network here. But those who don't like this fic, can immediately stop reading it. But if you have a small penis or small tits, I look forward to your scornful reviews.

Thank you.