Hello fans. Due to issues with my computer, I am uploading from a laptop. I am taking a break from most of my normal projects, since they are on that computer and also because I have been mulling around this idea for weeks and I can't focus on any other project atm. So, what would of happened if Frieza never discovered and subsequently annexed the Saiyan race? Let's find out, shall we?

Age 721
Beerus and Whis land outside a large tower, King Cold's palace on the frost demon's planet. Beerus scratches behind his ears "I swear, if the minshifu is as salty as it was last time, I am going to blow up this entire planet." Whis giggles "Come now Lord Beerus, the cuisine here is some of the best in the known galaxy. No need getting hasty and blow it up."

Beerus sighs "I know, but would it kill them to cook a meal appropriate for a God of Destruction? Their complacency is insulting." Whis chuckles, just as King Cold approaches "Here is the man in charge, perhaps he is the one to voice your complaints to."

King Cold drops to one knee, respectfully bowing "Lord Beerus, it has been quite some time. 7 years, to be exact. I believe." Beerus smiles "Yes, it has been quite a while. Hopefully, you have hired better chefs. Minshifu is my favorite dish, but last time I visited it was far too salty." King Cold nods "I remember that well Lord Beerus. You vaporized an entire city with a motion of your wrist." Beerus chuckles "True, I do remember that. Now, are you going to invite me inside?" The door opens and Frieza walks out, walking up next to his father.

"Father, I didnt know you were having guests." King Cold looks up at Frieza "Bow, son. This is Lord Beerus. The God of Destruction." Frieza hesitates. His father had always taught him that he should never bow to anyone. But, he remembered his father also warning him about the wrath of Lord Beerus. And anyone his father feared, was worthy of Frieza's fear. Frieza bows respectfully and Beerus smiles "Your son? He is certainly your prodigy, I can sense it."

King Cold and Frieza both say in unison "Thank you." Beerus sighs "Look, not to cut introductions short, but I am unsurprisingly hungry, I have been asleep for several years." King Cold stands "Oh, of course. Right this way Lord Beerus."

King Cold leads Beerus through hallways of bowing soldiers to the dining hall, where a large table of food had been set up for them. Beerus sits down at the head of the table, earning the ire of Frieza. His left eye twitches and his fists clench as Beerus takes the spot at the table reserved strictly for his father. King Cold sits beside Beerus, and Frieza sits further down the table. Whis sits across from King Cold, just as a white frost demon with golden colored bioarmor walks in, pouring each of them a glass of wine.

Beerus takes a sip of the wine and his face turns sour, causing beads of sweat to drop down the face of King Cold. Beerus sticks out his tongue, making a slight wretching noise "Very sour, not fermented long enough. Are you trying to poison me?" King Cold goes wide eyed "I... I apologize Lord Beerus! Perhaps you would like to try a different vintage?" Beerus sighs "The food better be worth the trip." He picks up a fork, stabbing something that looked similar to a purple colored fillet of fish, covered in seasonings. "Minshifu. Mmm."

King Cold smiles "A delicacy on this planet. That fish is special." Beerus takes a bite "Mmm, very good. Perfect amount of salt." King Cold exhales softly and Beerus takes several more bites, savoring it. He takes the last bite, then freezes "I think... there is a scale stuck in my teeth. I don't think this was cleaned well enough. How poor."

King Cold goes stiff and Beerus sighs "Perhaps I could try something else." A different glass of wine is brought out to himself and Whis, the latter of whom was happily muching on a small assortment of cuts of fish. Beerus picks up a boiled crab, the top of the shell having been removed to expose the soft, edible innards. Beerus forks a piece and eats the well prepared crab meat, satisfied for the moment. King Cold relaxes, satisfied that Beerus did not appear ready to vaporize the planet.

Frieza stands slowly, moving towards the door and Beerus clears his throat "Frieza, was it? Where are you off to? We were just getting ready to start talking business. There was something I wanted to bring to your attention." Frieza smirks "I will be retiring to my room."

King Cold goes wide eyed "Frieza...!" Beerus stands "Did you refuse a request from the God of Destruction?" Frieza growls "You come to my home, which you destroyed part of when I was a child. Eat our food, complain about our wine! Then you dare to give me, Lord Frieza, an order?! It should be you who bows to my power, not the other way around!" King Cold becomes so shocked he is not able to form words. Beerus walks towards Frieza and King Cold gets in the way "Beerus! Please, do not kill my son!"

Beerus smiles "And why shouldn't I? He may be powerful, but he is not able to understand simple virtues like respect. I cannot condone such terrible behavior, and you should be ashamed of yourself for raising such a brat." King Cold bows at Beerus' feet and Beerus puts a foot on the back of his head "Groveling won't do much to change my mind."

King Cold sighs "Lord Beerus, leave him be, he is nothing but a foolish child, but he is still young enough, he could learn to be better." Frieza clenches both his fists, his aura flaring "Father?! You would bow to this would be god?! He is beneath us. We should have him expelled from here, at the very least!"

Beerus picks at his teeth with a nail, finding the scale which had irritated him and he causually flicks it away "Cold, you have another son, correct?" Cold nods solemnly, fearing for what was coming next. Beerus forms a small ball of ki, no larger than a penny, and flicks it. The beam formed from this simple motion pierces Frieza's forehead, instantly killing him. Beerus turns to Whis "Whis, why don't you take a plate to go. I have a desire to destroy something."

King Cold stares up at Beerus, trembling and on his knees. Beerus smiles "Not your planet, thankfully. Do not forget what we discussed." Whis scratches his chin "Beerus, you never got around to discussing anything." Beerus tilts his head "Right, Frieza interrupted. I forgot what is was anyway. Must of not been important."

Year 739
The Saiyan-Tuffle war was not easy to bounce back from. However, the Saiyans managed to not only emerge victorious, but they began to reverse engineer the Tuffles' technology, creating space pods so they could conquer planets near their own.

One particular Saiyan, Bardock, forces himself into his space pod, his armor damaged badly and his body sporting a few scratches, and one particularly nasty gouge in his right side. The natives of Konats were very powerful, and had killed the other three warriors Bardock arrived on the planet with. But this merely strengthened Bardock's resolve, who felt he needed to have words with the King.

Once Bardock landed on Vegeta and had his injuries tended to, he marched into King Vegeta's throne room. He bows respectfully before Vegeta, then looks up at him "Sir, I had something I needed to bring to your attention."

King Vegeta clears his throat "Speak Bardock." Bardock stands "Sir, all three of the comrades that went with me to conquer the planet you sent us to perished." King Vegeta stands "I hardly think that is worth bringing directly to my attention."

Bardock clenches his left fist "Sir, it is worth noting that the natives had an impressive level of power. So it stands to reason that we are not nearly as strong as we think we are. If we continue to branch out, attacking planets indiscriminately, we could provoke the wrong one." King Vegeta narrows his eyes "You are a lowly warrior, not a damned general, and you are certainly not the king! It is not your place to question my sense of judgement."

Bardock smirks "I love a fight as much as the next guy, but we are a pathetic lot as a collective, and you are a pathetic king." A few guards step towards Bardock but Vegeta waves them off, glaring at Bardock with contempt and hatred "You dare insult me? I should kill you on the spot for your insolence, you pathetic lower class peon. Leave my presence, lest I remove you from this plane of existence!"

Bardock chuckles "Very well, if you will not see reason, I will remove you from that throne myself! I challenge you to a one on one battle, for the title of the king. Our people are only as strong as their leader, and I have grown a great deal stronger conquering planets, while you relax here and enjoy the fruits of my labors! The luxuries you wallow in are made from my blood, sweat and tears!"

Vegeta snarls "I accept! But once I defeat you, if you should survive our fight, you will be exiled to the most inhospitable shithole in this galaxy, where you will suffer out your fleeting days until your eventual death." Bardock nods "Very well, if that is your condition, I accept. Should we make this a public event, or would you rather see to this privately?"

King Vegeta smirks "Oh no, this will be an event for everyone to see. I'm going to make an example out of you, pitiable dog." Bardock smirks "And how can I guaurentee you won't have me killed beforehand?" Vegeta smirks "Very well. Guards, spread the word to the elites, and make sure my son is here to see this as well. We will settle things here and now."

After a few hours, many of the elites had gathered in the throne room, all watching with bated breath as Vegeta and Bardock eyed each other menacingly. Gine had caught wind of it, trying to fight through the guards to see her husband "Bardock!" Vegeta turns towards the guards "Let her in!" The move out of her way and she runs up to Bardock "Bardock, what are you doing?!"

Bardock takes a deep breath "Gine, trust me, I'm doing this for the furture of our race." Gine looks up at him, her eyes a mix of fear and alarm "You're sure you can win?" Bardock flexes his left arm "I trust in only one thing, my own strength. So if I didn't think I could win, I would of never challenged him." Gine nods "Alright... be careful." Bardock chuckles "Now why would I do that? If i get hurt, that's an excuse for you to patch me up." Gine narrows her eyes "Shut up and go win your little battle already."

Bardock turns to King Vegeta, just as two guards walk over and remove his cape. Like most other saiyans, King Vegeta wore a black pair of pants, black shirt under his silver colored chest plate, but his plate had the royal crest on it in red and he had a fur kilt around his waist. He removes this as well, before tossing it aside and cracking his knuckles. Bardock smiles and slowly walks closer towards King Vegeta "This is your last chance to give up."

King Vegeta looks over at his son "Not a chance in hell." Bardock nods "Very well." To Bardock, this had been a long time coming. This was far from the first time he had questioned the judgement of the king, but either way this ends, it would be the last.