Chapter 1: Prologue to Battle.
Deep space. A tiny flicker of light represented the sun of Planet Vegeta, a gigantic, majestic ball of rock, shimmering in the reflection of its sun, dominating the solar system, befitting the race that called Vegeta their home. High above the planet surface, a monumental standoff was taking place. A gruff scarred Saiyan bellowed at the lizard-like tyrant sitting calmly outside his ship.
"You hear me, Frieza? We're free! We don't work for you anymore!"
Frieza seemed to stare at Bardock, calculating and cold. Then he raised a single finger and gathered energy into a massive crackling red ball of death. Bardock smirked.
"That's it. Now we're talkin'." He growled.
"Haaaaaa!" he screamed, then threw his final attack at the slimy tyrant.
"HAVE IT!" Frieza merely started laughing, as Bardock's blast was absorbed into the death ball. His fate suddenly upon him, Bardock screamed as the ball surged toward him and engulfed his scarred body.
Miles away, a second ship floated. A French accented, posh warrior pushed a button. He looked to his men.
"There. One of the ships is escaping!"
A cold, smooth voice rang out from behind them.
"Destroy it. Frieza should be grateful I'm cleaning up his mess. Look at him cackling. What a fool!"
"Yes sir."
The dying man caught in the death ball caught sight of an explosion near Cooler's ship.
"NOOOO! KAKAROT! YOU WERE...SUPPOSED...TO..."
And so in a blinding flash of light, Kakarot, son of Bardock passed on to the next world. Having grown up to be the hero of the universe in one world, he meets an inonigmous end.
A few days earlier...A snot nosed brat marched down the royal hall.
"Father, this is lame! Why must I, the prince, go to some backwater mud ball?" he complained.
The tall gruff king rumbled, "It's for your own good, son." The young prince grudgingly stepped into the pod.
"I must keep you out of Frieza's hands. You must train hard and return to defeat Frieza. I have faith in you, my son..."
King Vegeta watched his son blast off into the deep unknown. A weasel-like Saiyan shuffled behind him.
"My lord, I beg you. Please reconsider and spare Broly."
"I don't have to listen to your lies, Paragus! He is dangerous and you are nothing but a low-class joke!"
"N-no!"
King Vegeta raised his hand and charged up a ki blast, firing it through Paragus' heart.
"Hmm...good riddance. Nappa! Finish off that foolish woman and her unborn brat! Then I have a mission for you directly from Lord Frieza. He wants you to purge the Plant system with Raditz. I hear there is a strange tree growing there..."
"Raditz...For the love of the legendary Saiyans..."
"Just go, General Nappa."
"Yes sir."
Two more pods might have spotted a third drifting away, should they care to look for a lost prince.