I have finally been able to write down all of my ideas on paper for this side story I had in my mind for a while. This side story takes place during the time Taritzu is in his last year of his training with Mystic Blekk. Anyway, expect many crossovers in this but not a crack fic or a bad example of a fusion fic (Although the first chapter is an exception), but a backstory of the past of this story's universe.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dbz (Which I will not be writing from now on.) and neither does the fanfiction authors on this website. If we owned the franchise then why would always upload our stories here? Also, this story will be using swears, adult themes, violence and such because not only does this allow for me to not limit my self, but also bring some depth to the characters. Other than that, Enjoy.

Prologue chapter: Meet My Friend... Death

While Taritzu had learned many things throughout his years on earth, none had so prepared him for the experience he had in the two years withing the saiyan colonies. It was a well hidden sanctum, far underneath the Snowy Highlands, and it provided experience for the young seventeen year old prince.

Now standing at a grand 6 foot 1, Taritzu continued to train for his further development. He learned how to sense ki now, as well as being able to see 'their colors/aura' and as such, he found himself having a higher combat power than most, being at 7,800 but he was not the strongest out of the people around him; the highest being was a few groups around 12,000. When he met his grandfather during the time Blekk had sent him to the past about fifty years back, he was about the height he was now, and had told him that male Saiyans had an extra growth spurt, and during that time they would be more incline to look for a mate much more than he would so during his 17th/18th years of age. So Taritzu had secluded himself in his room and with Blekk in the abandoned temple north of the city entrance where he would not be disturbed nor distracted by the female pheromones such as his cousin Zilan had when he came back from time-travelling to ensure the past went as it should.

He was in heat now and it made the prince happy that he now had a chance to beat him, Zilan being at 8,400 at his best, but also a bit disappointed to know that he could be in that same painful situation. Who made him go into heat, Taritzu didn't know, but he was pretty sure it began sometime after they came back from travelling. Other than that, his cousin also began to speak to him more openly, not like any other moment when he was seemingly ignoring him because he didn't care about him or the rest of the group, but because he just didn't want to upset or embarrass him in someway.

It made no sense for Taritzu. Why would someone act indifferent because he didn't want to displease him? Sometimes being royalty made Taritzu think about the downsides of his status. To him and his forefathers before him, being royalty was not a birthright, but a blessing they receive from the previous ruler and they must prove that they are fit for that responsibility; perhaps that is why they had the longest family dynasty. Most people would confuse the two, but one is inherited and the other is earned by serving others, but due to the confusion, the people are led to believe that the Ruler has great power and no one should cross them if they so please to do whatever they want.

That's how King Vegeta go to use his authority, because being the King of all Saiyans meant that the people should do as he'd say, but by doing things his way he made sure no one could say otherwise. They were all sheeple in his eyes. Pawns that would bring him closer to expanding his empire and controlling all the universe by himself. All his aunt Aria, or so to say by her alias she had to change identities with, Cellena, was just a plaything. He was using her to get sovereignty over the incarnation of the hero, the one of his generation, as well as for sex. He didn't love her for who she was like Bardock did. He was in love with the power he'd get from her by extention. It was also quite possible the vile man was cheating on his aunt. God how he wished he was there to kill the man himself; Vegeta was the very definition of fucking bastard, and he was!

If anything, after Taritzu came back from Blekk's time travelling spell he used on a pocket watch, the journey had amplified his psychic abilities, and so he began to have tormentious visions of the past. But not just any visions; these weren't Xetsu's or Taritsu's. These were the events that happened after his Great-Grandfather Aiku had passed on the throne to his son Kronos and how Bardock lived his life. He also found out from the hints through his amplified psychic abilities that Vegeta(Sr.) was a rape child; his mother's family being murdered and his grandfather had told his son to take the poor girl into submission. Even after all those years the son had spent with his father, he had enough with the sick fuck and had undeniably tried to run away with her and their child. The two had fallen in love with each other, possibly due to Stockholm syndrome, but in the end the father had killed them and raised the baby to reflect his exact mindset of what the world was meant to be. No doubt did that bastard tell him lies and made him attempt-assassinate his father and uncle for they were merely competition for his throne he was led to believe was rightfully his.

He'd kill him. If he had enough time or another chance in the past he'd kill them all before they would have even made the first move. But that would make him just like them.

Since he couldn't do anything about the past, nor affect his timeline as Blekk had stated later that day, He continued to read through his codex to find out what his ancestors have known about, or at least help him come to an understanding of Blekk's speach.

"All actions you do to change how you want it to be, will be the effects of the possibilities you make. If anything, everything you're thinking of now is currently happening in another reality. Even if you want to change the past, all that will transpire will be an alternate history for another; in other words, young master, your actions will have only been another means of a way to reach a certain chain of events. You can't change your past, it's already certain for there are many other realities that exist to fix the void if there so happens to be a mistake.

So really, what you've done in the past helped lead to another future to another generation, because it was meant to happen, one way or another, not an altered world of the world you live in because that past was already ensured. There is nothing one can do to change the past, only the future. Even if you think one is lost in this life, they may be very well still alive. Perhaps stuck in another reality, but how would one know for sure? Of course! The Almighty/One-Above-All does. He lives in the Omniverse, sealed away from all subordinate beings by the Origem/Nexus of all Realities and has been the centric entity that begot all of existance/realities. Without him, all that can be, is, and will ever have been, would essentially, cease to exist. That is why, Young Master, Time and Space, the two intertwined guardian deities in this universe and all universes created after the Ragnarok, are not to be interfered with. They bring Order/Preservation into the world that begots chaos, death, destruction, darkness, and deception.

However, lately the guardian of Space has been weaken, more than he had when he had first be begotten, and he is in need of help. Time has done all that can be done, such as bring in a faction of Guardians to ensure Space will not deviate, yet Space still weakens spiritually as well as physically. That is why, you must be the one to bring back balance into the circle, for it is part of your destiny, as it is theirs. They have come to existence to keep the Almighty/One-above-all safe, and so that no one could ever disrupt the Origem/Nexus of all Realities. That is why, you- one of the chosen of Space's faction, must continue your training."

"What are you doing now, Young Master?" Blekk asked from his throne ontop of the dusty temple. Around him was his keepsakes he had collected over the years he had lived. Out of everything he had, priceless jewelry or trinkets, he kept a whitish blue hat under his robes. It had something to do with his first master, the one he had cared for in the previous universe. His name was Zataraius or something, he wasn't sure though, Blekk didn't go into detail, only that he himself was a survivor of the previous universal collapse and that he was way older than this current universe.

Heck! It was hard to even imagine there was a time Blekk was even alive! As it turned out, he had undergone a ritual to lengthen his lifespan, and eventually he had metaformed into the black doll-like entity before him, although he still needed a special substenance to continue living. He said he was of a human-like race that had the life expectancy of thousands of times greater than what the humans did now and that his original master was considered one-of-kind, a mutation of a God race. Whatever Zataraius was, he was the reason for the end of the Ragnarok of long ago, and the very reason Saiyans even existed.

"I'm trying to figure out some stuff out about my family's past. I wanted to know a bit more of it. You know, to learn more about the styles I'm missing and all." He cautiously replied.

*WARNING. The following section has been written with spoilers. If you do not want to ruin the surprise, I suggest you skip the following until the second sign is shown at the end. If you don't, read at your own risk.*

Taritzu didn't want the mystic to find out that he was secretly trying to find out a way to bring both Bardock and Aria back to life without using the dragonballs. There must of been a secret ritual to do so as Blekk had told him that many other magical beings existed out there and could bring back people tolife by supernatural means.

He saw how devastated their lives had turned out to be after awhile. Although Bardock had let his aunt leave him for Vegeta so that she would be safe from the assassin of his uncle Tetsu, Bardock nor the other two, his father Cedrick and Bardock's older twin Turles, knew that Vegeta was the one to have been shadowing them. They had come to the conclusion that she had to be safe after the attempt murder of her's when she was caught in an explosion, so they relunctantly came up with the conclusion that she would be safer in the hands of the strongest being on the planet. Unfortunately they knew she had to be given up to that dickwad.

Cellena (Aria) had been taken over to the healing pods inside one of the bases on planet plant in an emergency by Bardock, when Vegeta had overheard the commotion that was being riled up by Bardock in his worry over his love. That was when things started to get awry. Apparently, Bardock and Cellena (Aria) had been talking to each other one night after sex (A/N: Yes. I know. Naughty Taritzu, she's your aunt.) when the subject came up that she wanted to start a family with him. Bardock couldn't say he hated kids, but he was still aware of the dangers of her being pregnant, especially during times of war, so when he told her how he felt about the idea, she took it the wrong way. And so years past as they continued to be together. Cellena(Ari- You know what? I'm not gonna try. You already get the picture.) had stayed in love with her childhood crush for she knew that her mother and father had at times a bit of a rocky start in the relationship and that it still existed even still after they had children. However, they were deeply devoted to one another and so Cellena continued to stay determined tomake things work.

Eventually, she had found out she was pregnant, and so out of fear of what would happen to their relationship if he had found out, she kept quiet about it. Things were going well for her part, at least until she was caught in an explosion.

And one might of not guessed, but who do you think was responsible for that?

*Cue the drumrolls please*

NAPPA.

Yes. Nappa had caused the explosion that had inevitably caused Cellena to have aborted her child. Who would of guessed?

Anyway, back to the explanation, a little further afterwards.

After Cellena had found out her first child was lost, she had lost all hope for her own pefect little family. Her dream had been shattered and that's when she realized that Bardock was not fit for her. Because to her, he didn't seem to care about what had happened to her mentally, he just asked her is she was alright after she came back from the pods and then never asked what else had happen. Vegeta, however, knew about the plan he had set up by using Nappa, and so he used her current emotional state to his advantage. That's when she decided to start being interested in Vegeta.

A year later, after the war was won, Cellena and Vegeta still continued to see each other, until one day, she decided to leave him entirely.

*And here. Spoilers end. You're all safe to resume reading.*

Blekk continued to eye the prince cautiously. There was something a bit off with him. And it didn't help that the prince had further developed his mental block.

"You do know that you'll won't be able to get much of any information from that old book."

That got his attention.

"W-what?"

"I'm just saying.. it will take you a lifetime to read throughout all the contents of that book to find what you need. What you need is first hand experience." The old mystic answered.

"So how the hell Am I gonna learn anything from this? At least answer me that."

Blekk stood from his throne, his blank stare of his yellow glowing eyes, almost seeming stopped moving as he looked at the prince. His stare had a pensive look, almost as if he was conflicted on whether or not he should reveal to the boy a great secret.

'He may not be ready for it yet. But how else will he learn of this? I only hope nothing will backfire if I go with this method.' He thought. 'Who am I to keep the Master from his wishes? He is different from all previous incarnations from before. Perhaps it was due to his spirit being broken during his last awakening? He has been affected subconsciously through his emotions, he's seeing his past experiences and regurgitating hidden memories. He's fought, stopped, and sealed the evil one countless times, and never had he asked for anything of us. He is just like Master, yet completely different all the same. He is incomplete, yet he fights because it is asked of him. If only, if only I had another way of revealing this to him, then he would not have to feel the grief of the Master.'

'It will never work if I avoid this. One day he will come to a crossroad and only then will time tell what is to become of us.'

"Blekk? Hello? Are you still with me here?" Continued the boy.

The old mystic turned his attention back to the boy. He took one last breath before deciding to go with the idea he feared would both prove to help and hurt the boy.

Stepping down from his throne, he motioned for Taritzu to get back up from his sitting position. "Young Master. Have you ever heard about the myths that arise with death?"

Taritzu was stricken with a quizzical look with the sudden change of subject. Returning back to his previous demeanor, he collected his thoughts after thinking about what stories he heard. "I can't say I have. I do know that when one dies, only their body deceases, leaving the soul of one to be free."

"Well, then. Did you know that when one also dies, they see their past lives?"

He stopped. That he did not know; besides, that greatly contradicted Bardock's case. Bardock saw in his last few moments of his life visions of his past 'lives' and saw all the times he failed to live a happy life with his family. "I wasn't aware of that." 'What's he getting at here?' "But how is that important for me to see my ancestors' past?"

"What I am about to show you... will help you learn everything else you need to know. Combat skills, ability intuition, enhanced knowledge, possibly every ability you would ever need would be at your disposal."

"O-ka-ay." 'But I have no past lives. The visions I see are of my ancestor's. Why else could I see through my father's eyes?' "How's that going to help me if I didn't live in the past world? I haven't reincarnated, not to my knowledge."

"Hmm, that's true." He keep the truth to himself, though. "However, the method used for you to 'see' the past, isn't limited to who has or hasn't reincarnated. In fact, all you really need is something of your ancestor. An article, possession, anything that can be biologically analyzed would be able to replace said person's 'Past Life Regression' for it is the DNA encrypted that would allow for the method to work."

"ALRIGHT! Lets do this." He said, finally excited by one of Blekk's ideas. Last time he went along with what he said, he spent an entire month in solitude inside a hyperbaric chamber but was almost crushed near the final week. He was lucky he survived. Then there was the time Blekk had him run through a labyrinth inside an active volcano and fight his way out if he reached a dead-end. Another time, Blekk made him run around the world until he was exhausted, WHILE wearing a three-ton jacket, never-resting even once as he continued to run until his limits gave out. There was also the time when Blekk had him play a practice 'game' of modified Tennis with a ball of electricity, but that was another story.

But this idea, however, was brilliant! All he needed was an article of his ancestors that held DNA encryption. And he was in luck! He had that Blood coated bandana with him so all he had to do now was head over to where ever Blekk would tell him to go.

"Hold on young master. You have not heard the downside to this method." There just had to be a catch, didn't there?

"I'm listening." He waited, standing where he was now.

"Well. Other than the method showing you a past era, the downside to this would mean you.. well, you'd be considered to have technically...died. So in other words, if you die 'again', you can't be wished back to life by the Earth's dragon balls. Do you understand the consequences?"

'Learning practically any ability I could use for possibly guaranteed victory in exchanged with "dying" once? Seems like a fair trade.' "I'm all for it."

"Alright then. Come. We will need to meet my friend. He has executed this method many times before with other candidates." He then brought forth a crystalline gem that he activated to open a portal.

Taritzu followed the Mystic through the portal to another realm, as Blekk had informed him, and saw hands of the chained undead reaching out for him. They all seemed to grieve for freedom, wanting another chance in life.

"Stay on the path. Those are the souls of those who died a horrible death, suitable for a horrid life they lived. While most tainted souls are sent to the earth's version of HFIL, in my friend's realm, he works for a faction much higher in the Great beyonds. These souls he had collected had lived a corrupted life, and he sends them to his boss, as such he gets paid by taking some of their soul's energy and adding it to increase his life line. So be careful as you walk; they can take you into the abyss, and you could ultimately be lost forever if taken too far away."

'Nice to know this.'

The two continued to walk down the lighted skull path that kept the malevolent souls away from them. Eventually they had made it to a facility in the middle of a gray meadow, where a giant apple tree emitted a huge radius of light, keeping the souls away.

Openning the door to another huge temple, although blue and gray walls decorated the scenery, Blekk introduced him to his life-long friend.

"Young Master, I would like to introduce you to Sarma, a death lord."

'Sarma. That sounds a bit like Karma. I like that name.' He thought, liking the pun associated with otherworldly powers.

Sarma was fairly humanoid in appearance. His skin seemed light grey, almost a bluish color, his limbs being abnormally long and large, round, yellow eyes with red irises right smack staring into your soul, while also sporting a permanent sinister/mischievous grin but was surprisingly warm welcoming, if the combination even seemed possible.

"It's nice to met you...Tetsuo Taritzu Rutabaski." He said, fully extending to his full height, towering over the boy at 7 feet.

"H-how do you know my full name?" Somehow, the death lord Sarma knew of Taritzu, but it seemed improbable that he had learned such a thing during their first encounter.

"Fu fu... I forgot to tell you that Sarma is a shinigami. Since it is important for him to find the people on his collection list, he is granted the ability to see your birth name as well as how much of your original lifeline you have left before you die, and would take that remaining life for his own- since a live kill has more of an output than a soul."

"O-kay" Taritzu said, trying regained his earlier composure by speaking to himself. It worried him that the shinigami could see how long it was until he died and the very fact he was considered a well for increasing life-lines.

"Heh heh heh... Don't worry, I can't kill you if that's what bothers you. Although it is very tempting since your life expentantcy is far above that of other mortals in the universe, I can't kill you due to code of conduct, and it would tip the balance." Then he and Blekk began to laugh. Blekk's hearty chuckles and Sarma's sinister-like cackles would be able to shake the very being of even the most stoic of people.

"Ahhh. Blekk, have you brought me the apples I've craved for so long? The ones here taste like sand, it disgusts me that the Gods of Light once found its taste appealing."

He pulled out a huge bowl of apples, each about the size of the pomelo fruit, as his friend had asked him. "Yes I did. I always have known your passion for the fruit. It's too bad you have limited time in the mortal's realms, let alone there is no other counter-part of you in any other universe, so I brought the apples with me, just as you wanted. But if you were able to leave this realm freely, who knows who'd be able to see you if you drop the notebook." He said, surprising his friend for delivering the apples on time for once. Sarma then dived in and began to eat the ripe fruit, as if he hadn't eaten for days.

"Anyway, back to what we came here for. Sarma, I'd like to ask you for a small favor."

Sarma looked up from his feast of apples looking almost like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. His grin almost seemed to had gone away, looking eerily serious for a moment. He finally found out why his friend was ready to deliver the apples on time- bribery.

"You know I can't do that... right now." He then said in a hushed whisper. "The other shinigami would revoke me of my powers, stripping me of my existence if I harm him with the ritual. You know how long he'd have to be in there and there's a possibility his body will not be compatible with the sustenance. Then there's also the fact that his personality would be erased in the process or he could even die... permenantly."

"I know that. That's why I was relunctant to bring him here. If I could of shown it to him myself I would of done so right now, but my magic is not as strong as it was back when... Zataraius was still alive." He said in a similar manner.

"Okay. Fine, I'll do my best." Sarma said in a defeated tone, knowing full well of the Hero's deeds. He wasn't going to be the one to contradict Zataraius, since he was the one to save all beings from Ragnarith's Reign of Terror, so he gave in to his long-time friend.

Taritzu looked at the other Shinigami that brought in hordes of chained prisoners, all heading inside the facility where they would be organized and processed for soul reycling and food for the workers. Some of the shinigami's did look in his direction, but paid no heed. Perhaps it was because he was with the mystic that they didn't fuss. Or maybe it was due to the fact that the skeletal butterflies were on him as they found him calm enough to land on him, making him look like a re-animated corpse.

That was another thing Blekk had taught him- Zoopathy. It was an ability that his Eagle sense could help him with, as he learned one night when reading Xetsu's childhood entries.

"Young Master. I can not traverse any further from here. You must follow Sarma inside the place, then he will tell you what to do. But know this; the process will take one earth year, but for you, it will feel like a month has passed."

'One year passes and I'll still be seventeen while Kakarot and the others catches up. I really don't care. Just as long as I get a solution to revive the two, other than learning the rest of my training, then I'm okay.'

-Dbz-

Inside the facility, Sarma made sure to keep his new 'visitor' away from the others. It was against the rules for a Shinigami to do this, but Taritzu was no ordinary mortal, and Sarma knew that by searching his subconscious; he never doubted what Blekk told him though.

Soon enough, once the two were as far away as possible inside a hidden room, Sarma pulled out a strange device. It was shiny, seemed a bit retro, and the device didn't seem to have any computations at all.

"What is that?" He asked, very much intrigued with his machine.

"That there is called the Memo/Re/S; otherwise known as the Memory Render and scanner. Put the cloth in there and it will scan for any Genetic coding to find Ancestral Memories."

"Okay, now what do we do?"

Sarma opened another door, leading to a room that looked like it was for quarantine. He then pulled out a small remote device, pushing a button and a column emerged from the floor. He then put the device inside the empty hollow insides of a canister and it descended once more into the floor.

"In a few minutes I will activate the device with this controller. You will be alone in here for the time being, and will be receiving life-support sustenance as you sleep. But before the programming ends, allowing you to see the past, you must meditate untill you get into an entranced state of mind. Afterwards, when the computer's voice appears, state 'Training session' and it will inform you of anything else after that. Good luck finding everything you'd need." He said and then left the room, leaving him inside the empty room.

Finding nothing better to do, Taritzu let out a sigh and then sat down in lotus position, remembering his daily regimens and the bitter incense of burning cinnamon he was used to while meditating.

"To conquer frustration, one must remain intensely focused on the outcome, not the obstacles."

"Rest the body... Focus the mind... Cleanse the soul...If you cannot grow in strength due to your body's limits, forget about your weaknesses and rest. Let your mind heal and only then can you transverse the boundaries."

"The mind can be a powerful tool...it is the item that all beings possess...as such, whatever the mind can conceive and believe, the body will achieve...for it is the link between the body and spirit...let go of all current thoughts and believe you can do it, believe it can be done..."

"Believe..." He whispered, with his mind, heart, and spirit.

-Dbz-

A white matrix surrounded the area around the once meditating Saiyan. By now he grew aware of the subtle changes around him, such as the room appearing a bit larger than it was before. Then there was also a pale glow surrounding his body in an natural aura-but he was unaware of that.

"DNA sequencing...Strands found...Waiting for input." A computer voice said, breaking the previous silence.

"Training Session." He said, finding the room changing once more.

Soon, large peices of what seemed to be the room's walls broke off and reassembled into an "refreshing training course" as Blekk had once given him. He saw as the shapes fixed themselves into pale roof tops, in a manner that challenged his "Parkour skills".

"Climb the architecture."

He did so and then found the glowing marker. Soon after, the room materialized a few Templer guards and an assassin's bracer on his left arm as he knew what he must do now. Using his skills, Taritzu executed two Templers in an air assassination. They stood no chance as he knew exactly how to perform. Then he swung from the metal poles over the gap and caught on to the side of the wall. Another Templer walked above him unsuspectingly, so he grabbed his coat and pulled him off the side of the roof.

"Eagle Vision color coding: At some point of your training, Eagle Vision may be used to see the justified alinement and trails of a targeted person or data changes in the enviroment. As such, Gold= Person of interest, Red = enemy or data, Blue = Ally, White = Informers, Gray= regular civilians. Using this color coding, the user can tell the aliances and such." The computer said. Then the place returned to the previous white matrix it was in the beginning.

"Awaiting for input."

'Okay Taritzu.' He thought to himself. 'This is the moment we've been waiting for. Now to see our ancestors' past.' "Era of First Rutabaski." He said. Xetsu would be an interesting start from all those memories he saw indeed.

"Acessing Ancestral memories now. Rendering..."

Soon enough, the place soon changed into a blending white void room. Then he saw how the ground changed below him, forming the well recognizable fertile land of the Saiyan's original home planet.

After a few more seconds, animals, trees, buildings and bodies of water began to appear. He then saw a figure charging into him from a far distance. He thought it was a bit odd that he could not see who it was as of yet, since there was no one else around to have owned this as a memory, but he was a bit curious and so he Eagle Vision. The figure running straight towards him was Gold, and he seemed to be carrying a sack behind him.

As the man continued to run from who knows what, Taritzu found the man run right next to him. He was shocked to find out who it was though.

'Bardock is First Rutabaski?'

Whoo! I'm finally done with this openning chapter. I know Bardock is not First Rutabaski (because that's Xetsu's title.) as I already established him as a Valogna, but this is a very distant past and from what Taritzu asked and is shown, he would be confused with the initial scene. I chose the Xetsu Era as I thought it would give you readers a better insight on what happens later on in the Saiyans history, such as the Great War that made the Saiyans hostile towards others and such. Now as you guys will find out in the later chapters in this story, this will have crossovers in it, but they will work finely. R&R.