AN: Hello all. Lady Kendra here. I've been inspired by Lisalu's writings on Bulma and Vegeta Forever and decided to take a stab at my own Alternate Universe. So...please, enjoy! I will include explanations for most things, and a lot of my information comes from . I will continually use this page as my source for correct DB and DBZ information such as ages, timelines, power levels, etc.

So, mini-synopsis of of LWH: Bardock inherits the ability to See the future, and with this new ability he manages to convince the King of Vegeta-sei to evacuate a small portion of their race off of Planet Vegeta before Freiza comes along to destroy it. Unfortunately, Prince Vegeta remains captive to the Changling and believes his race to be dead. How will the Saiya-jin race prevail over these hardships?

Long Way Home

The Kanassa-jin's words repeated over and over like a mantra to Bardock. "I have given you the Sight to witness the horror of your end, just like we had to see ours." And with that alien creature's final words had come a storm of visions, each more terrifying than the last. An incessant flury of images that portrayed the destruction of Vegeta-sei and the death of the Saiya-jins. Panic bubbled deep within Bardock's chest and he struggled not to release a blood curdling scream. No, he knew, he musn't let this end come. He had to stop it.

Fatigue mattered not. His physical injuries mattered less. All that mattered was that he reach King Vegeta before it was too late. He ran down the corridors of the palace, passing by each guard who shouted alarm, and soon enough a large pack were following him, shouting orders to cease and dessist. He ignored their cries and dodged their ki blasts, though barely. Without pausing he barged through the large doors that led to the throne room.

All eyes fell upon him, and the King of all Saiya-jins, Vegeta, seamlessly went from pensive worry to angry outrage while maintaining the dignity of a ruler. "What is the meaning of this?!" he bellowed, his voice a deep resonance.

The guards all began to speak at once, but Bardock didn't have time to be explained by others. He stepped forward, as close as he would dare, and knelt out of respect for his soveirgn. "My Lord, I apologize for my hasty entry, but please, I beg you, listen to what I must tell you!" Bardock, despite being a seasoned warrior, could barely keep himself from trembling.

The guards immediately began their protest once more, and the King raised a hand to silence them. "Your name, soldier?" It was a command, not a request.

Bardock rasied his head tentatively. "Bardock, son of Potat. Middle Class fighter." he answered in a controlled tone, hoping that he wouldn't cause his Lordship anymore offense than he already could have.

"And what news could you possibly have to tell me?" The King demanded, arms folded.

Bardock hastily rose, forgetting himself in lieu of his important message. The vision of Vegeta-sei exploding into thousands of tiny particals clouded his sight. "Your Highness, I was assigned by Freiza to purge Kanassa-sei with my squad. Our purge was successful, however, one of the natives felt the need to 'bless' me with the gift of Sight." Bardock swallowed nervously and pushed forward, wanting the King to hear the entire story before Vegeta likely dismissed or destroyed him. "Upon receiving the ability, I fore-saw the destruction of Vegeta-sei. Freiza is wary of our fighting prowess as a race, and is looking to come and kill us all, detonating the planet as his effective means."

The guards behind Bardock murmured amongst themselves, but several coherrent words amongst the lot of them was 'crazy'. 'insane', and 'fool'.

The King Vegeta sighed heavily and went to sit upon his throne. "Bardock, son of Potat, what you tell me is likely true. At the present Freiza has my son, and as you interrupted this council, I was devising a plan to rescue him." The soveirgn's gloved hand smoothed his furrowed brow.

The Sight assulated Bardock's senses once more, and he felt light headed. He 'Saw' King Vegeta storming Freiza's ship, confronting the overgrown lizard, demanding to have his son back. And...King Vegeta fell, receiving a death blow from the monster who had taken his only child. Bardock saw Prince Vegeta, alone and sulking, overhearing the laughing guards speak of a comet that obliterated Vegeta-sei and all of its people, taunting Vegeta with the demise of his race...

"No! My Lord, you musn't! As difficult as this may be, if you go to rescue your son, Freiza will slay you before you ever see the young Prince again!" Bardock realized belatedly that he spoke of treasonous heresy and bowed his head. "Your Eminence..." the rash warrior's voice was barely above a whisper. He fought to keep his entire body trembling, knowing his death could swiftly come upon him at any given second...but it did not. He looked up and saw dark emotion behind the blanched, yet schooled, features of his King.

"What...what must we do?" King Vegeta seemingly resigned himself the fact that he would not retreive his son on this day. As a soverign, his duty was to his people first. The life of his son could not outweigh that of his people.

Bardock frowned pensively, thinking carefully about what he said to his Lord, for whatever he advised could possibly affect the outcome of his entire race. "I think it would be best to evacuate Vegeta-sei. Save as many of our people as we can in the shortest amount time possible. Flee to some backwater planet where Freiza wouldn't think to look. Let him think he's destroyed us. Recoup and defeat him in a few years time." he answered cautiously, watching Vegeta for his reaction.

Vegeta was silent for a few moments, mulling Bardock's response over in his head, weighing the proverbial pros and cons, torn between his desire to save his son and to save his people. But he knew what he must do. For the good of his people, he would trust this man named Bardock. And Gods help him, his son would have to wait to be rescued.

"Where should we evacuate our people to?" the King found himself questioning aloud.

The newly gifted Seer was quiet, wracking his brain for somewhere Freiza would never think to look. For somewhere the Saiya-jin race could wait and grow stronger, if only for a few years' time. He looked up, his gaze meeting that of Vegeta's. "My Lord, there is a planet at the far end of this galaxy, small and inconsequential. My infant son has been sent there for a purge and is on his way as we speak." Bardock fought a flush of embarrassment, for he knew the King was now well aware that he had sired a weakling, but now was not the time for pride, "It is called 'Chikyuu'. And I believe that Freiza will not think to go there...at least not for an ample amount of time."

The King mulled the suggestion over. "Very well then." He prayed to whatever Gods may exist that his son would be safe and well. But a sickening feeling settled in his gut. He pushed it aside, as he would have to for nearly two decades to come.