The echoes his footsteps created bounced off of the walls of the dark hallway he was running through. The place was lit by multiple fancy chandeliers, which shone eerily as he passed them, just barely bright enough to see where he was going. If it weren't for the big and astonishing news he carried with him, the dim lights wouldn't have been this creepy. Chills came down his spine as he thought back to what had happened just a few hours ago.

He had gone to work as usual, and nothing exciting had happened up until he went over to the newly born, to do some tests with them, in order to categorize them. His results where astounding, unbelievable even, so he performed his tests again, but with the same result. His colleges were shocked as well, and all of them uttered in equal amazement the same conclusion he had come to. Those cowards, they had appointed him to be the one to report to the King, because 'he was the one who made the discovery of course, it would only be logical', but he knew they were just as scared as he was, even though he had courageously accepted the burdensome task. Right now, his courage was completely gone, and it felt like his boots were filled with lead, as he kept on running.

His heart started pounding louder and louder with every step as he saw the big heavy doors, which had never allowed him in before, come closer. The royal council chamber was only for the King and the top most elites, and normal men weren't welcome there, let alone a mere scientist like him. This is where everything important happened, where the plans and future of their race was discussed. He came to a halt in front of the two guards who blocked the entrance, while panting a little, mostly because of how nervous he was.

"What do you want?" one of them harshly asked. They were classed a lot higher than him of course, so it was only natural they treated him like a nobody. He chose not to take offense to their rudeness.

"I must see the King immediately" he spoke, not being able to keep his voice from stammering, because of how nervous he was. "I, uh, have v-very important news concerning th-the newborn infants. I-it cannot wait."

One of the guards nodded sternly, and went in through the doors. After what had seemed an eternity and a halve of the remaining guard impertinently glaring at him in disgust, and him staring at the floor uncomfortably, the first guard returned and signaled them to follow him inside, after giving him instructions for his conduct and for when he was allowed to speak. He followed them closely through the heavy doors, into the proud, massive council room. The scenery was impressive; esteemed and honored men standing in rows between the heavy pillars, bathing in leaded light, and in the midst of them, on the far end of the room was the imposing throne of his King. Some of the Elite warriors threw some patronizing stares at him and he quickly averted his eyes back to the floor. The three men came to a halt in the middle of the room. All eyes were on him.

"I heard there was something urgent. What do you want?" King Vegeta demanded. 'Oh brother, here we go.' our poor scientist thought as he looked up into the powerful countenance of his King, sitting on his throne, looking down on him mightily impressively. He was their King for a reason, for he was the strongest of all of them, which fact didn't make this whole ordeal less intimidating. King Vegeta was getting impatient already, and exclaimed "Well? Speak Up! I don't have all day!"

"Your highness, please forgive me for interrupting." He said as he knelt down. "I am but a humble scientist, your majesty, and with physical power I am not very blessed. Like you have ordered us to, we divide all the newborn infants into their rightful classes, according to their power levels."

"Get to the point." King Vegeta impatiently interrupted.

"Sire, I believe a legend has come true today, in front of my very own eyes. The son of Paragus was born today. He was born with a power level of ten thousand!"

"What!" The King shouted, rising up from his throne, evidently irritated. The three men quickly backed away a bit as the Elite Saiyans around them started murmuring about this shocking revelation. The King started pacing up and down the isle, looking very disturbed. "A power level of ten thousand! That is absurd!"

One of the other men in the room stepped forward. "My king, please do not be troubled by this, it cannot be true. Only a few of us have even reached such a level. It would mean this child is already more powerful than most of our elite warriors! It is utterly preposterous." The King merely growled at this.

Our scientist bravely stepped forward, prepared to rebound, having gone over it in his head over and over on his way here. "With all due respect, sir, I didn't believe it at first either, but we have performed our tests multiple times, with the same end result. I can show you the evidence, I have them right here." He smirked inwardly when he saw the man back away again, inaudibly mumbling. He didn't feel so small anymore.

"Could this child be the Saiyan of Legends?" another said. "We could use it's power to defeat Freeza! According to the legend, the Saiyan was the most powerful being in the universe!"

King Vegeta growled and sat back down again. 'Those fools only know halve of the story.' he thought to himself. 'The full and exact details of the story are only passed down through the royal lineage. This Saiyan could not be controlled, and nearly turned out to be the end of our race.' He unconsciously clenched his fists very tightly. 'He would mean the end of my reign!' King Vegeta noticed everyone was looking at him intensely, waiting for his verdict. He quickly collected his thoughts and recomposed himself.

"According to the legend, the Super Saiyan could not control his incredible power. The child could pose a severe threat to our race." he darkly said. "Besides, we already had plans for taking care of Freeza this afternoon. We cannot wait until this child is fully trained. We don't need him, and he is too dangerous. I cannot allow him to live." he concluded.

"But sire, Paragus has been loyal t.."

King Vegeta silenced the man by raising his hand. 'Paragus...' he thought. 'Who the heck is he anyway? He never really talks much, never concerned with status but still leaving them star struck. They wouldn't miss him.'

"No more discussion! I want his son executed immediately!"

The doors opened again, and everyone in the room turned around, the guards backing away sheepishly for not standing on guard like they should have. In the doorway stood a man, trembling, with fear clearly visible in his eyes.

"Ah, Paragus." King Vegeta said slowly. "I didn't call for you."

"Sire, have mercy on him!" Paragus said while he stumbled forward, but he was quickly stopped by the guards. "He could be a great help to prince Vegeta, and our planet!" he said while struggling to reach the King. "Please! He's just a child!" he desperately pleaded. "The data could be wrong! He could grow up to be a great warrior!"

King Vegeta had risen from his throne once again and he slowly walked towards Paragus, who was still being held by the guards, as he darkly said: "That's exactly what I'm worried about." and then, pointing the palm of his hand at the man's torso while raising his voice, "And I don't like arguments. You'll die with him!" He charged an incredibly powerful energy blast in Paragus' stomach as the latter screamed and was blown out of the room. The others watched, some of them petrified with fear.

"Well, mr. scientist, why are you still here? I want you to dispose of the child, immediately! Or would you rather join our insubordinate friend?"

"N-n-no sire, I-I mean yes, sire, I'm on my way!" The man replied, bowed, and quickly left the room.

The two guards came running after him, and his heart nearly dropped, but they ran past him, towards the place Paragus must have been lying. He could hear him moaning, but he didn't dare look at him. He turned the other way and with every step in the other direction the sounds of pain and fear died. Lost in thoughts, reliving the events in his head, he didn't notice he had already arrived at the incubator chamber. He stood there for a while, still in shock, unsure of what he was going to do next.

Finally, with a sigh, he picked up a dagger from a table. He slowly opened the door, with an ominous squeaking sound. The room was filled with darkness, but he could still distinguish every incubator. Some of the babies were asleep, others were crying, most noticeably the other baby that was born today. In the incubator next to it lay the son of Paragus, quiet and unaware of the danger.

'I have to do this.' the man thought. 'Forgive me, young child.'

The baby started crying as he picked it up by it's ankle and held it in front of him, with his dagger in the other hand.

'Farewell, Saiyan of Legends.'