Disclaimer: For any of you reading this who, unfortunately, is a DBGT
fan…I'm sorry. I'm pretty much pretending it doesn't take place. Instead,
I'm rewriting the history of the events that take place after the end of
DBZ, and I'm going to try to write in some of the things that were
discarded in the series.
Lost Legend
The universe expands far beyond that which the human mind can comprehend. Science has yet to discover its boundaries, and is continually finding new systems and stars that were previously unknown to mankind. But over the past century, the people of the Earth became aware that they were not the only intelligent beings in the universe. In fact, many of the races they came into contact with were vastly more advanced technologically than Earth would be for decades to come.
While most of these "aliens" stayed clear of dealings with mankind, others had come with peaceful approaches, though these were few in number and their representatives never stayed on the planet very long. There were other dispositions that aliens had, including aggression. Over twenty years ago, mankind saw an aggressive act by an alien race when two powerful warriors known as sayians tried to take over the planet for their employer, an incredibly powerful being known as Frieza. Fortunately, a man named Goku overcame the two warriors, saving the earth.
After this, the Capsule Corporation built a spaceship, though primitive at the time, which could travel at incredible speeds through space. Goku used this spacecraft to travel to a distant planet called Namek to aid his friends, who had used an alien spacecraft to venture to the planet beforehand. Goku eventually confronted and defeated the infamous Frieza, but barely escaped the exploding planet with his life.
Since then, Goku has fought on two other planets, in the afterlife, and again back on earth. Throughout his experiences, we are aware of the sayian race and other alien races, as well as the afterlife and mystical beings with great power, known as Kais.
But what if…just what if there was yet a greater layout of the universe than what has been seen so far?
Chapter One
The atmosphere churned, twisting clouds in every direction. Thunder and lightning rang across the sky, as the ground far below was breaking apart. Ruptures in the planet's crust spewed forth lava and ash, darkening the already foreboding atmosphere. Mountains were crumbling to rubble in the distance, while cities collapsed on themselves. The whole planet was shivering with quakes. The core had been penetrated, supercharged with an incredible amount of energy. In a matter of minutes, Planet Vegita would have a meltdown, imploding itself and creating a black hole.
"Grandfather!"
The voice was straining to reach through the deafening roar of the torrent winds outside the small cave. A sayian stood at the entrance to the tunnel, barely able to stay on his feet when the ground shook again. A large ship was waiting in a clearing just below the cave. He was planning on leaving the planet with his grandfather two hours from now, but when Frieza began attacking, his grandfather insisted on stopping at this cave. For what, the sayian didn't care. All he knew is that they had to leave immediately. The planet would be gone in another few minutes.
There was no reply from inside the cave.
"Grandfather!" the man shouted again.
No response.
He cursed and entered the cave. It was dark and the shaking ground made it difficult to walk.
"Grandfather!" he shouted again.
This time her heard a muffled reply. From out of the pitch came an old man, his white beard nearly reaching his belt. His tail was wrapped tightly around his waist, permanently locked in that coiled position for ages. The old man was slow, but surprisingly steady as he made his way to his impatient grandson. A large book was held firmly to the old man's chest by his arms, guarding it as if it were some lost treasure. Even in the dimness of the cave's interior, the younger sayian could see the book's age.
"Must you be in such a hurry?" the old man said with a crooked smile.
The grandson looked at his grandfather in curious shock. Of course he had to be in a hurry. The whole planet was going to explode in a matter of minutes.
"Yes I do," said the young sayian. "Now let's get out of here. Now!"
Without hesitation, the sayian picked up his grandfather and flew to the opening of the cave. He reached the violent winds outside and had to steady himself. With a soft thud, he landed on the grassy field and bounded to the spaceship's open cargo bay door. Once inside, he strapped the grandfather into one of the seats that lined the bay's wall and ran to the cockpit. Without strapping in, he immediately shoved the throttle forward.
The large vessel rocked back and forth in the wind as it rose quickly into the air. The afterburners ignited, sending a wave of flame across the field below. With a roar, the ship blasted off, struggling to climb out of the atmosphere. The storm clouds were like black fingers, stretching their raspy grips to pull at the ship's hull. But the cargo ship was built for towing heavy cargo, which meant its engines were immensely powerful.
The sayian could see streaks of fire blazing around the conical snout of the large ship. Just a few more seconds and they would be clear of the planet. He had to smile to himself. They were going to make it out, and even Frieza's battleships, which were waiting to send any escaping ship back to the surface, wouldn't be able to stop them. This ship was different from all the others.
From his throne on the bridge of his battleship, Cooler smiled at the view screen. The sayian race was going to be eliminated once and for all. How many times had he advised his arrogant brother to destroy them? If he had it his way, they'd have been extinct a long time ago. But at least the race of monkeys gave his brother a hard time. Cooler took comfort in that.
Frieza had always been their father's favorite. Even as children, all those centuries ago, he could remember how he was mistreated…and Frieza made sure he knew about it. How he hated his brother. The only time he could ever feel superior, despite actually being physically stronger, was when the sayians would give Frieza trouble. His father ridiculed Frieza for keeping such insolent pests as servants. But now, his father would have nothing to ridicule, and once again, Frieza would be back in his father's favor.
On the bridge, dozens of aliens dressed in combat armor were working computer stations and ship sensors. One of the men shouted an order to the weapons stations that lined the battleship's hull. On the view screen at the front of the bridge, a dozen sayian spacecraft exploded in a barrage of laser fire. But the sensor chief, a wired alien with a blue crest running over his baldhead, was still shouting at the communications officer. Angry, the coms officer shouted something back into his radio headset.
Another foray of laser fire blasted across space, continuing on into obscurity.
"Again!" the sensor chief ordered.
More weapons fire ran across the view screen. Now Cooler was curios. He stood from his throne, receiving bows from the soldiers stationed at his side. As he approached the front of the bridge, the technicians and officers did the same.
"What's wrong," said the tyrant slowly.
"A sayian space pod, sir," the sensor chief replied in a shaky voice. "It's too small for our weapons to lock onto. Shall I dispatch the star fighters?"
Cooler didn't reply, but only stood there in silence. He saw the craft, but not with his eyes. His surroundings dimmed as he reached out with his aura. He felt the small presence inside the pod. The being inside was definitely a sayian…but something was strange about the presence he was sensing. It wasn't an aura that he was feeling. No, it was something deeper. There was something different about this sayian.
Cooler had felt this type of presence before, when he watched from space when the sayians banished that scientist and his son, Brolli. That baby sayian was measured to be just as strong as he was, even at that early age. But with Brolli, the presence wasn't nearly as strong as the one he felt in that small pod. Cooler reached further into his senses to measure the sayian's power level. It was minuscule, even when compared to the third class sayian warriors. But for some strange reason, Cooler was afraid of him.
"Let it go," the tyrant ordered. "If Frieza wants to kill every last sayian, then let him chase this one to the ends of the universe for all I care."
"Shall we continue to kill the other sayians who are trying to escape?" asked the sensor chief.
Cooler smiled.
"Kill the pests."
"Hang on back there!" shouted the young sayian to his grandfather.
The atmosphere was behind them, but now they had to deal with Frieza's starships. But this was just the situation that he had planned for. He knew that it was only a matter of time before Frieza would wise up and attack the sayian race. Well he wasn't going to be caught that easily. He spent years working on this project, and now it was time to lay it all on the line.
The sayian pushed a button on the control panel in front of him, opening a glass hatch. Inside, a red button was flashing. The batteries were charged, but he'd only get one chance at this. A second smaller light was right above the red one, but wasn't lit. He pressed the unlit button, and the red light began flashing in faster intervals. The computer was calculating a path.
The ship suddenly rocked onto its side, and then jolted forward. They battleships were firing at them.
Cooler watched from the bridge, seeing the large cargo vessel move across the screen. The first shots had hit the ship, but hadn't destroyed it.
"Lock torpedoes," said Cooler. "I don't want that thing getting away."
"Yes, sire," said the sensor chief.
The communications officer was already relaying the order.
The red light was flashing like mad.
"Come on," the sayian growled. "Come on."
An alarm sounded throughout the cockpit. The sayian peered into the sensor monitor to his left. He cursed. Two torpedoes were headed their way, and fast. As he turned around, he saw the flashing light turn to a bright green. He punched it.
Cooler watched the torpedoes close in on the vessel. The sensor chief gave the count.
"Torpedo impact in five, four, three, two, one – what the?"
The ship was gone. In a split second, it had disappeared, leaving the torpedoes with an open path into outer space.
Cooler cursed and blasted the sensor chief, disintegrating him instantly.
On the cargo vessel, the sayian put the ship on autopilot. Through the cockpit windows, the stars were a dizzying array of phasing lines. He made his ways out to the cabin and into the cargo bay, where his grandfather was still clenching tight to the old book. The old man had a large smile on his face.
"Always knew you were a smart kid, Miko," the grandfather said. "Well done."
The young man smiled back and helped his grandfather out of the chair. Now that things had slowed down, he had a chance to study the book that his grandfather seemed to cherish so much. It wasn't really much to look at, and its binding was becoming unraveled. The pages, as much as he could see, were yellowed with age. It was also rather large, nearly too large for his grandfather to keep in his arms without it being awkward.
"So, Grandfather, you ever going to tell me why we risked our lives for this book?"
The old man smiled.
"You believe in legends, Miko?"
The young man nodded. Of course he did. Every sayian child grows up hearing about the legendary super sayian, and all the other myths. The legendary super sayian was the only legend he cared for though.
"Yeah, I guess I do."
"Well," the grandfather said. "Here's one you haven't heard before."
The old man was about to open the book when an alarm sounded. In an instant, the young sayian had raced to the cockpit. Lights were flashing everywhere, and the stars outside the windows were phasing back to normal. The couple blasts they took from Frieza's battleships must have taken out the hyperdrive engine. But any thoughts of repairing it quickly disappeared. When the view through the windows went back to normal, the sayian could see the curvature of a planet growing larger and larger. The weapons fire hadn't taken out the hyperdrive engine, but instead had thrown the computer off course…and they were going to crash.
Lost Legend
The universe expands far beyond that which the human mind can comprehend. Science has yet to discover its boundaries, and is continually finding new systems and stars that were previously unknown to mankind. But over the past century, the people of the Earth became aware that they were not the only intelligent beings in the universe. In fact, many of the races they came into contact with were vastly more advanced technologically than Earth would be for decades to come.
While most of these "aliens" stayed clear of dealings with mankind, others had come with peaceful approaches, though these were few in number and their representatives never stayed on the planet very long. There were other dispositions that aliens had, including aggression. Over twenty years ago, mankind saw an aggressive act by an alien race when two powerful warriors known as sayians tried to take over the planet for their employer, an incredibly powerful being known as Frieza. Fortunately, a man named Goku overcame the two warriors, saving the earth.
After this, the Capsule Corporation built a spaceship, though primitive at the time, which could travel at incredible speeds through space. Goku used this spacecraft to travel to a distant planet called Namek to aid his friends, who had used an alien spacecraft to venture to the planet beforehand. Goku eventually confronted and defeated the infamous Frieza, but barely escaped the exploding planet with his life.
Since then, Goku has fought on two other planets, in the afterlife, and again back on earth. Throughout his experiences, we are aware of the sayian race and other alien races, as well as the afterlife and mystical beings with great power, known as Kais.
But what if…just what if there was yet a greater layout of the universe than what has been seen so far?
Chapter One
The atmosphere churned, twisting clouds in every direction. Thunder and lightning rang across the sky, as the ground far below was breaking apart. Ruptures in the planet's crust spewed forth lava and ash, darkening the already foreboding atmosphere. Mountains were crumbling to rubble in the distance, while cities collapsed on themselves. The whole planet was shivering with quakes. The core had been penetrated, supercharged with an incredible amount of energy. In a matter of minutes, Planet Vegita would have a meltdown, imploding itself and creating a black hole.
"Grandfather!"
The voice was straining to reach through the deafening roar of the torrent winds outside the small cave. A sayian stood at the entrance to the tunnel, barely able to stay on his feet when the ground shook again. A large ship was waiting in a clearing just below the cave. He was planning on leaving the planet with his grandfather two hours from now, but when Frieza began attacking, his grandfather insisted on stopping at this cave. For what, the sayian didn't care. All he knew is that they had to leave immediately. The planet would be gone in another few minutes.
There was no reply from inside the cave.
"Grandfather!" the man shouted again.
No response.
He cursed and entered the cave. It was dark and the shaking ground made it difficult to walk.
"Grandfather!" he shouted again.
This time her heard a muffled reply. From out of the pitch came an old man, his white beard nearly reaching his belt. His tail was wrapped tightly around his waist, permanently locked in that coiled position for ages. The old man was slow, but surprisingly steady as he made his way to his impatient grandson. A large book was held firmly to the old man's chest by his arms, guarding it as if it were some lost treasure. Even in the dimness of the cave's interior, the younger sayian could see the book's age.
"Must you be in such a hurry?" the old man said with a crooked smile.
The grandson looked at his grandfather in curious shock. Of course he had to be in a hurry. The whole planet was going to explode in a matter of minutes.
"Yes I do," said the young sayian. "Now let's get out of here. Now!"
Without hesitation, the sayian picked up his grandfather and flew to the opening of the cave. He reached the violent winds outside and had to steady himself. With a soft thud, he landed on the grassy field and bounded to the spaceship's open cargo bay door. Once inside, he strapped the grandfather into one of the seats that lined the bay's wall and ran to the cockpit. Without strapping in, he immediately shoved the throttle forward.
The large vessel rocked back and forth in the wind as it rose quickly into the air. The afterburners ignited, sending a wave of flame across the field below. With a roar, the ship blasted off, struggling to climb out of the atmosphere. The storm clouds were like black fingers, stretching their raspy grips to pull at the ship's hull. But the cargo ship was built for towing heavy cargo, which meant its engines were immensely powerful.
The sayian could see streaks of fire blazing around the conical snout of the large ship. Just a few more seconds and they would be clear of the planet. He had to smile to himself. They were going to make it out, and even Frieza's battleships, which were waiting to send any escaping ship back to the surface, wouldn't be able to stop them. This ship was different from all the others.
From his throne on the bridge of his battleship, Cooler smiled at the view screen. The sayian race was going to be eliminated once and for all. How many times had he advised his arrogant brother to destroy them? If he had it his way, they'd have been extinct a long time ago. But at least the race of monkeys gave his brother a hard time. Cooler took comfort in that.
Frieza had always been their father's favorite. Even as children, all those centuries ago, he could remember how he was mistreated…and Frieza made sure he knew about it. How he hated his brother. The only time he could ever feel superior, despite actually being physically stronger, was when the sayians would give Frieza trouble. His father ridiculed Frieza for keeping such insolent pests as servants. But now, his father would have nothing to ridicule, and once again, Frieza would be back in his father's favor.
On the bridge, dozens of aliens dressed in combat armor were working computer stations and ship sensors. One of the men shouted an order to the weapons stations that lined the battleship's hull. On the view screen at the front of the bridge, a dozen sayian spacecraft exploded in a barrage of laser fire. But the sensor chief, a wired alien with a blue crest running over his baldhead, was still shouting at the communications officer. Angry, the coms officer shouted something back into his radio headset.
Another foray of laser fire blasted across space, continuing on into obscurity.
"Again!" the sensor chief ordered.
More weapons fire ran across the view screen. Now Cooler was curios. He stood from his throne, receiving bows from the soldiers stationed at his side. As he approached the front of the bridge, the technicians and officers did the same.
"What's wrong," said the tyrant slowly.
"A sayian space pod, sir," the sensor chief replied in a shaky voice. "It's too small for our weapons to lock onto. Shall I dispatch the star fighters?"
Cooler didn't reply, but only stood there in silence. He saw the craft, but not with his eyes. His surroundings dimmed as he reached out with his aura. He felt the small presence inside the pod. The being inside was definitely a sayian…but something was strange about the presence he was sensing. It wasn't an aura that he was feeling. No, it was something deeper. There was something different about this sayian.
Cooler had felt this type of presence before, when he watched from space when the sayians banished that scientist and his son, Brolli. That baby sayian was measured to be just as strong as he was, even at that early age. But with Brolli, the presence wasn't nearly as strong as the one he felt in that small pod. Cooler reached further into his senses to measure the sayian's power level. It was minuscule, even when compared to the third class sayian warriors. But for some strange reason, Cooler was afraid of him.
"Let it go," the tyrant ordered. "If Frieza wants to kill every last sayian, then let him chase this one to the ends of the universe for all I care."
"Shall we continue to kill the other sayians who are trying to escape?" asked the sensor chief.
Cooler smiled.
"Kill the pests."
"Hang on back there!" shouted the young sayian to his grandfather.
The atmosphere was behind them, but now they had to deal with Frieza's starships. But this was just the situation that he had planned for. He knew that it was only a matter of time before Frieza would wise up and attack the sayian race. Well he wasn't going to be caught that easily. He spent years working on this project, and now it was time to lay it all on the line.
The sayian pushed a button on the control panel in front of him, opening a glass hatch. Inside, a red button was flashing. The batteries were charged, but he'd only get one chance at this. A second smaller light was right above the red one, but wasn't lit. He pressed the unlit button, and the red light began flashing in faster intervals. The computer was calculating a path.
The ship suddenly rocked onto its side, and then jolted forward. They battleships were firing at them.
Cooler watched from the bridge, seeing the large cargo vessel move across the screen. The first shots had hit the ship, but hadn't destroyed it.
"Lock torpedoes," said Cooler. "I don't want that thing getting away."
"Yes, sire," said the sensor chief.
The communications officer was already relaying the order.
The red light was flashing like mad.
"Come on," the sayian growled. "Come on."
An alarm sounded throughout the cockpit. The sayian peered into the sensor monitor to his left. He cursed. Two torpedoes were headed their way, and fast. As he turned around, he saw the flashing light turn to a bright green. He punched it.
Cooler watched the torpedoes close in on the vessel. The sensor chief gave the count.
"Torpedo impact in five, four, three, two, one – what the?"
The ship was gone. In a split second, it had disappeared, leaving the torpedoes with an open path into outer space.
Cooler cursed and blasted the sensor chief, disintegrating him instantly.
On the cargo vessel, the sayian put the ship on autopilot. Through the cockpit windows, the stars were a dizzying array of phasing lines. He made his ways out to the cabin and into the cargo bay, where his grandfather was still clenching tight to the old book. The old man had a large smile on his face.
"Always knew you were a smart kid, Miko," the grandfather said. "Well done."
The young man smiled back and helped his grandfather out of the chair. Now that things had slowed down, he had a chance to study the book that his grandfather seemed to cherish so much. It wasn't really much to look at, and its binding was becoming unraveled. The pages, as much as he could see, were yellowed with age. It was also rather large, nearly too large for his grandfather to keep in his arms without it being awkward.
"So, Grandfather, you ever going to tell me why we risked our lives for this book?"
The old man smiled.
"You believe in legends, Miko?"
The young man nodded. Of course he did. Every sayian child grows up hearing about the legendary super sayian, and all the other myths. The legendary super sayian was the only legend he cared for though.
"Yeah, I guess I do."
"Well," the grandfather said. "Here's one you haven't heard before."
The old man was about to open the book when an alarm sounded. In an instant, the young sayian had raced to the cockpit. Lights were flashing everywhere, and the stars outside the windows were phasing back to normal. The couple blasts they took from Frieza's battleships must have taken out the hyperdrive engine. But any thoughts of repairing it quickly disappeared. When the view through the windows went back to normal, the sayian could see the curvature of a planet growing larger and larger. The weapons fire hadn't taken out the hyperdrive engine, but instead had thrown the computer off course…and they were going to crash.