Prologue
Single events change the course of history, and for every universe in which an event did happen, there is another in which it did not.
When Frezia destroyed the planet Vegeta in one universe, in another the tyrant shot a beam through the heart of a desperate Bardock, then turned towards the red planet and changed his mind.
It was foolish, really, he mused to himself, to be worried about such pathetic beings. Impressive as they were, surely there were better uses for the warrior race. Frezia smirked, descending back into his ship.
Zarbon and Dodoria stood there, the late King Vejita at their feet, awaiting orders. Quick as lightning the Lord relayed the change of plans.
Prince Vejita – no, the new King Vejita – was to be returned to his people along with his guard Nappa. Any infants, soliders or other off-planet Saiya-jins were to return to Vegeta for the young monarchs coronation.
Of course, it would be shame to leave the boy, so impressionable at his age, without a representative of his Lord close at hand. Frezia trusted very few enough to leave them alone for any significant length of time. Dodoria was simply too idiotic for such a job, but Zarbon . . .
Ah, yes. Zarbon would do nicely for such an important mission. Much as he would be missed, the green skinned alien was well trained and could be trusted to stay in line without Frezia breathing directly down his neck.
Twirling a wine glass in his hand, Frezia smirked once again, well pleased with this new direction.
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Two days later a one-man ship travelling through space to its programmed destination, Earth, received new orders. It was to return itself and its cargo back to the origin point, Vegeta.
Slowing to make the adjustment, the ships cargo was awakened. The scream of a new-born echoed in the confines of the one-man pod as it sped on its way, back to the planet Vegeta.