Budukai shot up in cold sweat. The dream had been so vivid and terrifying. A mysterious cloaked figure had loomed high above the planet cackling like a witch. In the dream he had tried to stop the figure but he had failed. A white flash blinded him and when his vision cleared the planet was reduced to nothing. The figure was gone and surrounding him were dozens upon dozens of his fellow saiyans. Some children and some adults grieving for their lost ones. In anger he began to speak. His dream had cut off before he started speaking.

He slipped out of bed. A new gi hung in his wardrobe along with a note that read: "Congratulations on winning the juniors tournament. I am so proud of you! Love Mom". He smiled and put the note in a little wooden box that held all sorts of things. Medals, trophies, old gis, and awards from his mother. Father never gave him anything or even acknowledged him. After he had put the gi on he stepped out into the hall and took a quick look around.

No one else was awake yet that meant more training time. He headed towards the training grounds. The dream was all he could think about. What if it happened? Planet saiyos destroyed? It was just a dream. Nothing but a nightmare.

The training area was cold. It was the only riom with a open roof so fresh snow covered the whole area. If he had known it snowed he would have worn a long sleeve gi. "It is just snow stop being a big baby!"

A quick glance around just to make sure noone was there slipping into hid fighting stance. He started with a basic warmup and was soon all over the place punching and kicking at speeds uncomprehendable. To some races it was amazing to him it was not good enough. His father could move at speeds three times as fast. Being born with a power level of five while your brother was born with twenty made for some rough times.

Budukai was interupted by a sharp blow to the side. He looked up to see his father.

"Your form is sloppy and with that speed and power I am surprised you are not dead." He gave a disapointed look.

"Yeah and did I ask you for help? Damn shame you won't train me but want to nit pick about my form and speed. As far as I am concerned I don... " his father back handed him.

"Have you no respect!? Of course not it is to be expected by such a pitiful lowclass such as yourself." Butekai Spat.

He stood there starring in shock before anger set in and he let off a barrage of ki blasts. His father batted them all away. He was pissed here was his father treating him like nothing more than trash. "I hate you!!" He spat venom in his voice. A gold arua engulfed him but was gone a few seconds later.

His father was shocked. " Ghhh. How? What was that power?! Impossible! "

He was just as shocked. Had his father sensed that? What was it? "What was that?"

"The power of a super saiyan" his father regained his composure. "I will train you."