I don't own Dragon Ball Z or GT I am as you can imagine I am not Akira Toriyama. This is an AU from an unfinished prequel that didn't getting traction. Also I would love some feed back. Please
The First Breaths of Heroes and the Last Breath of a Tyrant
Many years ago at the end of the Tuffle-Saiyan War.
In the burned out ruins of a vast city the last moment of a ten year war is coming to the end as a Oozaru transformed Saiyans are slaughtering the inhabitants of the city. The moon is high in the sky fully lighting the devastation below. The black sky nearly turning red from the fires and smoke from the destruction.
This death and destruction burning in the eyes of a black hooded figure watching not too dissimilar to the way that the moon but not with the same level of dispassionate neutrality. Her eyes seem to see it all and her ears seem to hear it all the near white noise of screaming, shouting, and death. And in all of this she finds her mark.
A building marked the University of Fungi spared from at the moment the fire and the death still standing. Most of this place had been turned at this point to a refuge camp with all but the Space Center merely housing.
A power suited tuffle soldier rushes to the hangar of the University where the Famous Doctor Lychee is hard at work. The white haired scientist of typical Tuffle size is putting the final touches on his spaceship even while the sounds of the slaughter shakes the building.
The power helmet goes up the young soldier in the armor revealing his blue eyed blonde haired face, with scar upon his face. Young Soldier, in a panic "Gram-pa it's all over the shield is down and their everywhere!"
Dr. Lychee, forcefully "It's not over! It's never going to be over. Not if even a piece of us yet remains." Young Soldier "Gram-pa I'm not leaving." Dr. Lychee "You have to. Hatchiyack and you must live. Two of my creations must continue beyond me." Young Soldier "Gram-pa..."
A near omnipresent voice reverberates thought out the hanger. A feminine voice "O how touching my old fiend gets to spend a few last moment with his little friend before the end."
Upon hearing the voice the soldiers helmet goes back on his head the young soldier gets ready to fight. The roof above them explodes and moonlight and dust rushes into the room along with the figure.
The young soldier charges the figure in the dust firing a full blast from his energy hand cannon at figure which is easily deflected. He then charges at the figure to punch her but is instead caught by the neck.
The dust recedes to the moonlight a the raven haired female saiyan comes in to full focus for the doctor. She is a familiar sight with unfamiliar wearing a black cloak with the word demon in blood red upon her chest.
Dr. Lychee, angry "At least you admit what you are a demon." Guarda "Well I did kill this planet's guardian feels right. But I suppose I only killed Planet Plant's Guardian not Planet Vegeta's Guardian of which I am."
Dr. Lychee "You're son is renamed the Planet after himself? What hubris." Guarda "Unlike you I encourage my children. All you can do is weep on their grave." The young soldier tries and shoot her in the face but is stopped by her hand which starts crushing his armor.
Guarda "I though you looked familiar Jr. I guess I'm about to be the killer of three generations worth of Lychee's. Lucky me." Guarda crush the armor surrounding the soldiers neck he is left motionless and she drops him to the ground.
Guarda "So my split tongued friend no one left but us. Well that's not true plenty of Saiyans left but not so much Tuffles left" Dr. Lychee "You filthy monkey!" Guarda "Your words truly hurt me you backstabbing, deceitful relic." She looks over to the ship and the supercomputer then back to him.
Guarda "So that's what you were working on an escape plan. Disappointing I was hoping something more noble than that but I guess we figured out your true colors which happen to be yellow."
The doctor takes out a blaster to shoot her but she appears before him grabs the blaster and crushes it. She shakes her head at him. Then punches him in the gut and her fist comes out the other side. She exits him and the man collapses to the ground. Dr. Lychee, says his last bloody word "Hate." The doctor dies.
Guarda gathers up her energy and blows apart the area round her the University is demolished the bodies of her victims vaporized. She smiles at the destruction and looks to the moon. The night mostly being over. Guarda "Guess I will have to wait till morning to tell him the good news. Its going to be quite the sunrise my son."
The sun in the red sky was setting. The day had been a long one for an aged female Saiyan. Guarda with spiky raven hair had not diminished but yet there are deep scars on her face and slash on her check.
Guarda's eyes were sunken into her face after years of poor sleeping which had made her large eyes shrink and become beady. But yet despite the purple bags under her eyes and the other worn features upon her face, the six foot Saiyan female was still imposing.
Guarda was standing over a bleeding female Saiyan. The bleeding female saiyan was in a king sized bed, inside a massive stone chamber. The chamber was covered in the symbols of Saiyan royalty, a recreation of a Palace that had once existed on Salada.
Today despite its hardships was about to be the happiest day to Guarda since the birth of second child, her son Veler. Guarda was standing over her beloved daughter-in-law Brisella, who was about to give birth to her first grandchild. Guarda knew not the gender of the child but she could sense the power of the child already.
This soon to be born child was the strongest Saiyan ever to be born on Planet Vegeta stronger than any of her two children. It was glorious to Guarda that Brisella a pauper turned queen was about to give birth to such a powerful heir.
Guarda had been skeptical of her son's choice in a mate at first but her demeanor and this had certainly changed those initially impressions. Blood was spilling from her. This was early and unexpected. Guarda was feeding her daughter-in-law her energy trying to keep her alive. Her son was away and it was her job to defend her family.
The baby was coming finally and it was then that her gigantic son arrived in the royal chambers of the palace. His necklace the symbol of station along with his emblem of the house Vegeta on his RIT armor.
The King rush into the room pushing aside guards and medical staff in the halls kept out of the room. He was panicky and in a rush, his child was about to be born and his mate was dying. The King looked to see his mother standing over his mate obviously preforming her magic on Brisella to keep her alive.
Upon seeing this he breathed a sigh of relief. He had wondered why the alien staff, nor the few Saiyans who knew medicine had not been allow into his chambers, to assist his apparently dying mate but this made all sorts of sense.
King Vegeta, scared "Mother! How is she doing?" Guarda, nodded "She is doing fine, all things considering my son. If those fools had been allowed to touch her, I have no doubt that your mate would be stone dead by now. All they would have been good for is cutting her open to extract the child from her corpse. But I have seen too it now you get to keep her and your child."
The King as she spoke had come to her side to examine his mate with his own eyes. The King had seen her blood before when they were in combat against the Tuffles and when he marked her. Those times had been erotic marks of honor and pleasure this was not like those times. This blood turned his stomach, she was in pain and he could do nothing.
The King would disembowel any foe that would dare lay their hands on his Queen. But this was no enemy, no Tuffle to avenge himself on. This blood was hollow like the crimson that he saw pour from his father.
His Queen had been gasping for air, her eyes bloodshot, sweat was covering every inch of her, blood was pour from her wound, her tail had not the strength to stay curled up around her waist, instead was lying at her side lifeless. Brisella looked in every way as though she had been in fight and lost badly. The baby was coming. First to be seen with is its hair, which as soon as it exposed to the outside world flick into its soon to be permanent position. It all fanned up making a flame shape.
The young infant was being shown to them it was a boy that was for sure. The boy's feet and the tip of its tail was coming out. In a fast second it was all over the boy was out. The young one was crying covered in his mother's blood. The King picked up his viscera covered young premature infant son by his tiny leg and brought him into his hands.
The small crying infant's tiny little hand grab his father's index finger on his right hand crushing it. The King yelped the kid was already stronger then him. Neither babies nor great apes had any sense of their power. The yelp snapped the infant out of his crying and to look at the source of the noise.
The King's eyes meet his Prince's eyes and they just stared at one another trying to figure one another out. The Prince was still wanting his mother but this man was interesting to say the least. The King tail came up to meet his son's tail they intertwined. Without knowing the words, the idea came up, this was surely his father.
The moment was interrupted by the groans of Brisella, Guarda was using her energy to seal up her wounds. The blood loss had stopped from Brisella but she passed out. The King look over his still very much in pain and possibly dying mate. His mother hand pulling away from giving energy and sealing Brisella's wounds. Guarda looked to her son.
Guarda "I will take the boy, you comfort her." Guarda takes the boy from her son and holds him, stepping out of the way the King goes to his Queen's side, he asks his mother in a whisper. King Vegeta "Will she live?" Shaking her head she says back in a whisper.
Guarda "I have no idea but I have done all I can, it's up to her now." King Vegeta "At least I can put faith in her." Guarda "Agreed."
Guarda takes her eyes off her son as she looks upon her grandson his happy and content face replaced by contempt, after having being taking out of his father's hands to this new familiar looking stranger. Guarda chuckles at the infant's look at her.
Guarda "O the more things change the more they stay the same, I needn't try and remember how many times I have look upon that face. On your grandfather, father or uncle you all seem to give me that same face. It seems as though you are nearly a clone of your grandfather, child."
Her jovial tone intrigued the baby after all it could only read from her sadness earlier. Now feeling far more confrontable in her hands, the babe's tail wrap itself around her right arm. The baby was comfortable but still not willing not show her a smile. But Guarda was smiling almost to tears this stubborn already prideful child was digging his claws into her heart.
The babe was also drugging up memory both good and bad, all bitter sweet in her mouth. The doors to the room yet again smashed open to reveal Guarda's second son Veler rushing into the royal chambers.
Unlike his brother Veler was tall but not extremely muscular, his hair was spiky but fanned out more, not droopy like his mother's hair, almost giving his hair the appearance of a crown. His armor has a similar symbol to his brother but smaller and modified to indicate Prince Status but not Crown Prince Status. Prince Veler, respectfully "Mother." Guarda nods back.
Prince Veler ran up to her to look at his new born nephew, also to check up on his brother and his sister-in-law. He merely glanced at his young nephew than headed over to help his brother. Guarda could feel Brisella's energy leveling out not decreasing further she was in time Brisella was going to live. To which Guarda breathed a sigh of relieve she would live and her son wouldn't lose his mate.
Now it was the time to read her grandson's future with one deep breath she looked. The future was always murky and contradictory but this time. She could not see much of anything except for one thing blue hair.
In the celestial palace Guarda mediates at the foot of her bed. Trying to achieve a power not seen in hundreds of years 'Super Saiyan'. It had been her obsession since the dealing with Frieza. The powerful and ruthless monster had convenience her by its actions that it was the only hope of freedom and survival of her people.
In the stories her adopted father Salada's Guardian Veler, told her of the destructive nature of the Legendary Super Saiyan its cruelty and what it took to stop it. She had once believed that that power was uncontrollable but now it was her only hope of eliminating Frieza and his family.
Guarda had trained herself nearly nonstop since Frieza had become a issue but she had seen no transformation. She knew she was missing some key element. She had attempted to be as Veler had described the Legendary Super Saiyan cold, empty, ruthless, a mere vessel of power.
But there was still one thing on her mind interrupting her thoughts. Her Grandson now under Frieza 'protection' i.e. hostage along with Bardock's first born and Supreme General Nappa. The reasoning was clear. Her people had become quite disenchanted with their slavery to the PTO. Frieza was paranoid that the Saiyan race would rise against him.
The King and her were playing a dangerous game and a losing one at that. Their people had a hatred of subjection which was earned by the Tuffles. The people had made their voice clear they no longer wanted a be a cog in a foreign army. There was not yet a way to overthrow Frieza so resistance at this moment was folly.
Frieza had no real idea though of Guarda. She had kept her presence hidden to Frieza. If Frieza was to know about her power even if it was not yet capable of challenging the monster his paranoia would flare.
In her mediation, she was growing concerned by a vision of blue hair seen in the future of her first grandson. The blue hair was upsetting to Guarda because it meant she was missing something. It was not Saiyan hair but was the color of Royalty. What could it mean? It been gnawing at her for five years. She thought and thought but could come up with nothing. This blue hair spoke to her with an alien voice telling her something was truly a miss.
Her scouter rang which lay on a pillar. The scouter's visor was red colored. She disappeared and reappeared with the scouter in her hand and then placed over her right eye. She pressed a button and a voice came from the scouter.
Zorn "Madame Guarda, the King requires your advice on the issue of Paragus's son." She had nearly forgotten about the very serious issue of the potential Legendary Super Saiyan. Her mind had been too crowded by blue hair and Frieza. Guarda "Of course I will be right there."
Guarda turned off the device and snap her fingers transforming her Guardian robes into RIT armor. It was a black armor, the color of the void with only white on the some of the trimmings.
In a blood red circle above her heart lay the symbol meaning demon. It had a black hood along with a black and red cape coming from her shoulders down to her ankles. Guarda looked over to some of the objects in her room. Guarda looked over to some smashed armor of the Saiyan's pre-Frieza.
One of the armors had an emblem on it in a red circle around the word Guardian, next to that armor, lies the armor of similar design with the symbol of the King. A large hole in the symbol, where the heart was, signs of a beam weapon. In a mumble Guarda says "In the back". A tear tries to form in her eye but is killed, reabsorbed by the eye itself.
Guarda walks out into the court yard of Celestial Palace and without moving a muscle takes off from the Palace heading to the Royal Palace. The Celestial Palace is left silence, a dead place, by itself in a cold red sky. In the past there may have been the occasional insect visitor but no more.
Plants lay in their pots and soil on the palace rotting, untended, and cold. There was life in this place at one time but no more. However, a single blade of grass yet grows in-spite of the death and ruins of the place not flourishing but not dying, merely waiting for life to return.
Guarda arrives at the Royal Palace, the place being both familiar and alien to her. Her life had become that of a hermit, like both Guardian's she trained under. Her fellow Saiyan's were more and more a distant memory to her. Far a field from what her had memories of them were. She was now the eldest of her people.
All the lessons of Salada had been lost it would seem to the ages. Her kind had all grown accustomed to purging worlds, nearly all Saiyans had killed, their hearts were now corrupt including herself. In her mind and in her breath she cursed the Tuffles. Her people were not to blame for their brutality, no the Tuffles were she told herself.
Once Frieza is defeated, they will remember themselves she thought. Frieza and the Tuffles were their corrupters. She thought 'Once Frieza was removed kindness and charity would return right?' The massive palace was a hard thing to try and navigate but she knew her way around. She made her way through the halls to the Great Throne room.
Banners draped from the ceiling in both red and blue, they had upon them the symbols of the Royal family. The nobles in the chamber stared at her of the few hundred first class nobles in the Saiyan kingdom.
A majority of her time was spent on the ship, when they were coming to the then Planet Plant was spent indulging her future mate, the Prince at the time in sparring matches. She had always been isolated from her people by being chosen to become Guardian.
A very few knew her relationship to the Royal family, as in her being Dowager Queen. So to the majority of saiyans thought that she was a witch, with weird powers that was manipulating the King to serve as Frieza's lapdog.
She was different and wrong. She had no tail. She was not loud and talkative more quiet and reserved. She was a trusted advisor but no explanation of why, she was on the council and such an important advisor. No one knew where she lived or what her angle was.
She merely appeared and spoke with an air of authority, that they believed only the King their liberator should speak. It appeared that it was she, that had final word on a subject.
More than one had tried and challenge her authority in the council, not one had ever been able to lay a hand on her. No one thought she could be that strong, it had to be magic of which a few had seen her do.
Brisella should be dead they whisper it was the devil's magic that kept her, the Witch's doing. Rumors abounded that Guarda ate children, was in league with Frieza, smoked in the present of sunlight.
All of which, were meet with silence by Guarda, she had not a care of her isolation or pariah status. Instead with her left hand pulled up her black hood over her hair. She fully understood her people's superstitious and sometimes she felt as they were right.
Guarda moved past the frightened gawkers and to the council chamber behind the Throne Room. As she opened the door there was an audible creek. In the chamber were both of her sons Vegeta and Veler, along with Zorn and acting Supreme General Gerkin.
All except Gerkin were pleased to see her. Zorn being chamberlain, and prime minister for many years. Zorn was well aware of Guarda and her Dowager Queen status. Vegeta offers her a seat next to himself on the right, with his brother on the left right next to Zorn. Guarda shook her head in disagreement and walked over to the far side of the table.
At first she looks at the people at the table but before she spoke, she turns and looks at a painting that was behind her head, stolen from another world. The title of the work is 'Slaughter of the Hunt' it shows the image of a hunter massacring a forest's worth of animals including the babies. The woods in the image are on fire and in the distance is the hunter's tribe waiting to be fed. In a supernatural calm and cool voice she speaks words of blood and fire. Guarda "We kill the boy."
There is a gasp in the room as neither Zorn nor Veler expected those words to emerge from her. They are confused baring on feeling betrayed. A look of pure revulsion on the face of Gerkin but not surprise.
To Gerkin this is exactly what to expect from the witch. He is appalled and disgusted. Gerkin thinking "Where is the honor in killing an infant or allowing one's fear to dictate one's actions?"
The King is unsure instead of reacting like his fellows instead, he is deep in thought. But the look on his face is clear, this is not what he was hoping for, but had anticipated this. Trying to mimic his mother's cold detached emotions on the issue said.
King Vegeta "Very well." Veler aghast at what his brother and mother where agreeing to do stood up. Prince Veler "How can we even be discussing this, never mind agreeing to murder an infant." Standing still while looking at the painting she says back.
Guarda "This is no ordinary infant. It is the Legendary Super Saiyan. As a child in has more power than all but one of the people in this room. It was born stronger then the Crown Prince. The creature is destined to be of a strength far greater than that any of the Frost Demons. In legend the creature showed no mercy to it's parents, to it's nation or to anything for that matter. It is a threat to not only to us but the universe in general. Frieza upon learning about it may grow even more paranoid of a Saiyan rebellion and kill us all, before the boy is allowed to reach maturity we must end it. In these chambers we have decided billions to die. Are we to be skittish because the boy is one of us? Yet all but one in this room have killed other Saiyan's in combat."
Prince Veler "But those were duels when both had agreed to a fight and agreed to those consequences." Guarda "Aw yes but you forget do we have a choice?"
The Prince looks to the ground in defeat and then back to his mother with sad eyes. Prince Veler "Can you even face us?"
Guarda sighs but continues to stare at the painting. There is a pregnant silence in the chamber. The King in thought, the Prince staring at his mother hoping to change her mind with sheer force of will.
Zorn and Gerkin are quiet not knowing how this family argument will conclude. Finally the silence is broke up by the King. King Vegeta "The decision has been made, I will kill the child."
Guarda, pauses then says "No I will do it. According to rumor I eat children, best not want to disappoint the masses." King Vegeta, shocked "Your words and Father's words "The one who passes the sentence should swing the sword."" Guarda "Your right my son but it was not you who truly passed the sentence. I did."
To those words Gerkin was in disbelief. The name of King's and Prince's mother had been a mystery, now solved. King Vegeta the one-eyed had bedded this witch. It was stated that the old King had unnatural strength and endurance. No doubt she had used black magic to gain his heart and all of this authority. This was a crippling revelation to Gerkin.
The King sighed in agreement he had no real wish to kill a child but this was his decision. He wanted to fight his mother on this, but he had not the stomach for it.
The King raised from his seat and Guarda turned away from the painting to look at her son, they nodded at one another, the King goes to leave the room while she takes a sword off the wall, unsheathes it and carries it in her right hand. The very upset Prince Veler is left in the room quite unhappy with this situation. Prince Veler "There isn't any honor in this."
The King goes to his throne to make his decree about Broly, as his mother walks down the carpeted center of the room, sword in hand. It was then the massive doors to the Great Throne room burst open, with Paragus pushing aside guards come to beg for his son's life. Paragus, desperate "My King, I have come to beg you for your mercy in this matter."
As he passes the walking Guarda, Paragus notices her sword and who is holding it. Instinctively Paragus putting two and two together attempts to go for the sword in the 'witch's' hand.
For his trouble he is kneed in the groin. In a cold stare, she looks at the now collapsed Paragus on the floor. Paragus now crying gets on his knees and starts nearly incoherently begging for his son's life. Paragus hands wrap around her ankles. Paragus "Please, Please, I beg you. I already lost my mate, don't make me lose him too!"
The first class warrior had been reduced to such a state was pitiable to say the least, pathetic to the onlookers. A beam of energy coming from the throne came at hit Paragus ripping through his side and exiting on the other side. Paragus was dead. In a yell the King made his reasoning clear. King Vegeta, commandingly "I will hear no more disagreements. The boy will die."
Paragus lifeless hand was still clutched on her ankles coldly she shook them off with a swift twist. She had no idea how to feel about this. She had been quite numb to death. But the tears in his eyes reminded her of her husband's death.
Her husband had not been degraded to such a blubbering mess but she was. There was a knot forming in her stomach. She was feeling a desire to throw up. All of this was just becoming too much.
Frieza and his orders, along with the need to keep him happy was killing her. Guarda didn't feel she could recognize the pale ghost in the mirror anymore. The world was losing its color and it all seemed hopeless.
Guarda found herself envying Paragus all the pain and torment of this world was done for him. She realized that she had been for some time had been staring at Paragus's dead sons along with the crowd was staring at her. She looked back at them a stranger even to her sons.
The word limit was coming to mind. She nodded to her son the King as to try to say she was okay and in a feverous pace rush out of the room and out of the Palace. She felt herself nearly hyperventilating, this was too much, one part of her mind thought. But the other half reasserted control over herself when she was out of the Palace.
Guarda thinking "I must kill this child so that untold generations of children may be born. All of this will justified in the end." Having calmed herself down, she flew over to the medical station.
Upon arriving she could feel some presence that wasn't Broly or anything else she had ever felt. It was magical or psychic. She tried ignoring it and made her way to the nursery but entering the room she felt more and more uneasy. It was not just that large parts of her were screaming at the idea of killing the infant but there was something else, something she was missing.
There was a loud crying coming from the room. It felt like it was heralding something, something important but she didn't know why. This had to be her imagination trying to stop her from what she needed to do. She looked to see the source of the crying it was a palmed hair infant.
In a second, she recognized the infant hair's Bardock, it's Bardock second no doubt. She didn't feel tons of power coming from the infant but he was important but why?
Her mind concluded that this was a distraction the legend needed to die. She marched up to the infant who was being disturbed by the spawn of Bardock's crying. She picked it up by its left leg and prepared to stab the terrified infant. She was however, stopped by a vision. It was Vegeta the planet was exploding coming from the palm haired child.
The instant she saw the vision she dropped the sword and placed Broly back on his bed. Questions too numerous to count entered her mind. She look at the child to see its name Kakarrot.
The infant known as Kakarrot calms down at the sight of Guarda staring at him, like he was crying all this time to get her attention. It was then at she made out the source of the disturbance coming from Bardock.
This needing to be investigated, she abandoned the nursery and headed down the hall with lightning speed passing four Saiyan members of Bardock's unit. Tora yells "Hey watch were you're going!"
No response from the rushed Guarda, feeling ignored and insulted Tora and the rest of the group followed after Guarda. As she rushes into the healing chamber to find Bardock naked in a healing pod.
He is yelling having some sort of nightmare or more likely a vision. The two doctors present in the room are confused by the presence of this black clothed tailless Saiyan abruptly storming into their operating room. Guarda barks at the two short alien doctors "Open the pod!"
The two jump a little bit at her barking not daring to oppose her, the reptile looking one presses a button and drains the fluid in the pod. As the pods fluid drains Bardock wakes. To see the dower look of Guarda, she looks to him familiar. They have meet while in combat before. Bardock's crew show up Tora prepares to yell at Guarda but is interrupted by. Guarda, yelling "SHUT UP!" Guarda places her hand on Bardock's head and everything goes black.
She is alone in a black void, no sound, no smell, no anything. The only thing in existence seems to be herself at the moment. It's calming but disheartening there should be a lot more to this. Something is blocking her. An alien voice speaks to her coming from everywhere but yet nowhere says.
Alien Voice, booming "You are not Bardock." Guarda, no nonsense tone "I think that is self-evident." Alien Voice "This is not intended for you." Guarda, aggravated "Well excuse my bluntness but the destruction of my planet is very much my business."
Alien Voice "Very well I suppose you deserve this punishment as much as Bardock does, your crimes are numerous I can see." Guarda with a cruel smile "That little peek inside my head is just the first round, care to go for a second?"
She saw dead Saiyans the group from early lying dead on an alien world. Tora dying in Bardock hands. There was a silence in the darkness and then she saw Planet Vegeta destruction again but then who did it Frieza. It was the sum of all her fears and somehow she knew it was soon.
Next was years later on a strange blue-green world "blue" she muttered. Kakarrot landed safe the only survivor it would seem. The boy was taking in by an old man with an odd four-starred ball.
Kakarrot was an aggressive true Saiyan boy smashing the old man house, until one day he fell from a cliff smashing his head. It was no longer Kakarrot but someone else, he was well-mannered, tame, and different. All the programming was gone.
The vision seemed to skip forward the old man was gone, the boy was alone until a blue hair girl showed up. 'Blue hair' Guarda thought 'It right from my vision of the Crown Prince's future why?'
The blue haired girl wanted the four star ball and seemed like she was trying to seduce the boy to get it. Guarda "This girl is unworthy to even be called low class, never mind worth anything. It must be she has some sort of effect on the Prince's future not anything romantic."
They meet various weird creatures across the world, including a talking pig. Then on a full moon Kakarrot comes back for a short time to fulfill his mission on a blue dwarf, a fox and some young human girl along with the collective that the blue hair girl gathered. Guarda, angry and inquisitive "But why was the ball important?" She already feels that the complete vision of the future is being tampered with by the Alien Voice like it was hiding something important.
Then the boy is being taught by a bearded bald man who kind of reminded her of Veler in the looks, not at all in-temperament, she gets the feeling he is a lecher. The boy starts to learn combat skills and befriends a bald-boy. Loses a tournament to the old lecher with a wig glued on to his head.
The boy defeats an army and pony-tailed pink wearing human. Next up is a three-eyed alien or man, Guarda isn't sure of either from her perspective all humans look odd like saiyans but wrong. The next fight is up against a giant evil Namekian, the allies of which kills the boy's small bald friend. The boy won going through the Namekian. Who spits up an egg leading to the next fight with the son of the Namekian.
The boy would become a man and fight the son of the giant Namekian. But the small-bald human is alive. Guarda "How is the bald one alive again? He was murdered." The alien voice does not respond. The next images are of the man taking a mate and having a son.
Guarda thinks to herself "So the humans are compatible with Saiyans interesting". Oddly enough she finds herself rooting for the man. He was like a echo of what had once been before the Tuffles and Frieza. Perhaps of what she had once been.
Time passes again then Raditz shows up all grown up. A reunion of Bardock's sons and not a happy one. Raditz beats up Kakarrot and steals his son, the Namekian shows up, at that the two go after Raditz.
Raditz dies along with Kakarrot from a shot by the Namekian. Raditz dying words startle the Namekian and he takes Kakarrot's boy. Next is two pods arrive on Earth. One is her Grandson and the other;'s General Nappa. Guarda heart soars she was afraid that the two weak third class warriors were the only survivors of her race.
They easily destroy a city and fight the pathetic Earth defense forces. All but the small bald one and Kakarrot's son are left when Kakarrot shows up again. Guarda is upset "How does these people keep coming back?" She is then stunned Kakarrot beats Nappa and then goes toe to toe with her grandson.
She is filed with rage "How is any of this possible?" She notices the red shimmer "Kakarrot knows the Kaio-ken, King Kai must have taught him." It explain a little of the weirdness but not how was Kakarrot was alive again in the first place.
Her grandson was losing to Kakarrot, he transformed the battle was in the bag when some fat worthless human mutilated her grandson. The spirit bomb was used and the fight was over her grandson had lost. Her blood was boiling as it looked like her grandson was about to die to the bald one's hands but he was spared.
Guarda, a malicious grin on her face "They will regret that." Time seemed to skip a bit again and Kakarrot was fighting the Ginyu force on a green world. Guarda felt as though she had whiplash. Guarda "What in the world did I miss?!"
Kakarrot won beating the entire Ginyu force. With her grandson actually finishing them off. Guarda "Good to know about Ginyu's body changing ability." Then Kakarrot was soon after some healing was about to fight a transformed Frieza. Guarda, breathlessly "This is insanity."
She looked and beheld her grandson dying on some no name planet in the middle of nowhere, crying and by the looks of it begging. Everything was getting to Guarda. Yellow, yellow was everywhere, rage was everything. Then Frieza did it a death beam to the heart, her grandson was dead and with him the Saiyan race.
Dying just like her husband did die. The vision broke, everything was broken, none of it mattered her mind snapped. The world around her seemed to be going it slow motion as she opened her eyes.
Everyone but Bardock had been thrown away from her. The doctors appeared to be dead. She was glowing yellow. Guarda took a second to figure it out but it all made sense she had become a Super Saiyan. Guarda, in a rage screamed "FRIEZA!"
Dodoria walks into the main observation room where Frieza and Zarbon are waiting for him. He bows to his master who is in his hover car. Dodoria "I am sorry to report my lord but Bardock nor any of his fellow monkey's showed up." Frieza, coldly sneers "It's of no concern I was planning on roasting the entire monkey world any ways. They just get to die with the rest of them now."
Frieza spaceship goes into orbit around Planet Vegeta the massive red world with its intersecting binary rings. Darkly Frieza comments. Frieza "It will be one spectacular light show."
Frieza closes his eyes and a chuckle but opens them to see a bright yellow light source silhouetted by the darkened parts of Vegeta. It becomes visible to Frieza the person is the odd advisor of the King but yet she is covered in a yellow aura, with yellow hair and teal eyes.
A wave of panic and fear ceases Frieza. The look all screamed transformation to Frieza, a word came to both mind and his lips "Super Saiyan". Guarda yells out "GALICK GUN" a column of yellow light jets out of her hands consuming Frieza his minions and his Spaceship.
Left stunned at the destruction of his property is a scorched Frieza left panting and burned. Guarda had used enough power to kill everything but him. Faster that he could conceive Guarda in in front of him. Fear is omnipresent in the tyrants eyes, death itself was in front of him and he knew it. Guarda licked her lips. The Tyrant cringed in fear.
Guarda, yelled "This is for my race!" She punched right through him in the gut. Guarda, screamed "And this was for my Grandson!" She fired vaporizing the Tyrant to atoms.
In the distance watching is Cooler from the bridge of his spaceship. Cooler is stunned, afraid but yet all at the same time jubilant. Out of his lips comes the words.
Cooler "The arrogant little brat is dead! I despise the fact that it was by some monkey but still he's dead!" Salza, in a snap "Lord Cooler!" Salza pauses not fully knowing what to say. Salza, questioningly "Aw should we move in attack position?"
Cooler nearly rolling his eyes "Are you seriously asking me that question right know. Hell no! I am no match for that monkey right now. Besides I have an east galaxy to rule by myself. I will let father go and die against that force. Though I wonder if Ginyu and a few of the other under my little brother command will be willing to work for me rather than be exterminated by the Saiyans, in their vengeance." Cooler began to laugh as his ship pulled away from the observation spot over Vegeta.
Guarda takes a deep breath in the thin upper atmosphere of Planet Vegeta. Look then heads to the Palace of her son. The king is waiting in the throne room. She went from Super Saiyan back to her base form.
On a night on a alien world the moon having fallen from the horizon a Prince sits. The Prince is sitting on a pile of corpses Nappa and Raditz in the distance leaving the five year old to enjoy his kills. The Prince's scouter rings he presses the button.
Prince Vegeta, annoyed "Yes, what is it?" Unknown PTO soldier "Emergency call for you to return to Vegeta, Prince. Their was some sort of change in the orders. Your father requests your presences immediately." Prince Vegeta "Fine you can tell my father I will be home shortly."
Alone on a pile of corpses Vegeta calls up his servants and the group gathers together. Raditz "Why would your father want you to return home? Wouldn't that be against Frieza's orders?" General Nappa "I swore my undying loyalty to your father and you not Frieza. If you want to go it will be my head not yours." Prince Vegeta "I don't think that will be necessary but I will keep that in mind. Now come were going home father's waiting."
Guarda look to her anxious son, sweat coming down his forehead and with a big smile on her face she says. Guarda "I have stared death in the face and kill him, dead. Frieza is no more we are free! No more masters!"
The King face is one of delight it was almost too good to be true, Frieza was dead. King Vegeta "And the Legendary Super Saiyan?" Guarda, looks away "No." King Vegeta, almost stuttering "But why?"
Guarda, looks back to him "The boy is an unbounded orphan. I will be Broly's new mother." King Vegeta "You said the boy is a threat, why aren't we dealing with it?"
Guarda "Because I am dealing with it. I will raise the boy. He will be loyal to us and I will train the Prince to achieve my form. We will have gained an asset. Who knows what other threats are out there. I cannot be the only Super Saiyan, we need replacements for when my age catches up with me. Your son is strong than you at your age and stronger than I was. I have faith that he will not disappoint."
King Vegeta wearily says "Well if you say so." Guarda, pivots "We need some new decrees." King Vegeta "Go on." Guarda "Number one: I want you to recall Tarble." King Vegeta a little surprised "I thought we agreed that the boy was not suited for his life as a Prince. He was far too weak to have a position in the court."
Guarda "No we agreed that we were never going to hand over another Prince to Frieza, so we sent him as far out of Frieza grasp as possible. There is no Frieza so no need to keep him in exile." King Vegeta "Very well. It would nice to see the little one again any ways. Weak or not he is my son."
Guarda "Number two: No more sending infants out to possibly die is space. I want to get rid of all of Frieza policies. What almost happened to Kakarrot was deplorable. He almost became one of them." King Vegeta "Understood and agreed. But like who and how?" Guarda " I saw a vision of a possible future. Kakarrot was taken in by a weak tuffle like race and raised to be one of them." King Vegeta, scoffs "What a dishonor!"
It was just then that a certain young prince marches into the throne room accompanied by Nappa and Raditz. All three of which kneeled before the King. The Prince stood up and sneered at Guarda. The Prince didn't know who she was. Guarda decided to keep it that way after all her mate got a lot strong when they were rivals not family. Not telling had been a way of keeping her an unknown nameless Saiyan, in case the monster ever tortured the boy. Prince Vegeta "You sent for me Father?"
As father explain the situation to his son. Grandma slipped out, she had an adopted son to raise. She went to the medical station picked up her new son. She said hello to the little boy that had help her save their race. The boy known as Kakarrot had given her more then just her species back but Hope. She returned to the Celestial Palace.
While holding the new born she looked to the court yard the blade of grass had grown a stem and a blue flower had somehow grown and bloomed. Guarda, whispered "Blue". Time passed and she raise Broly and when she could instructed Vegeta. King Cold tried and failed to kill her. Cooler and her made a deal so that he would live and she would have a test opponent for when she made Vegeta into a Super Saiyan but Cooler didn't need to know that part of the deal.
From on his planet King Kai watches the events and grumbles to himself "Traded one tyrant for another." But as he goes about his business but wonders why Guarda spared Broly. King Kai "I hope that his is the start of some change. Please let it be a change."
Many years later a blue hair teenage driving up a a mountain while searching for the dragon balls meets a young raven girl who was morning her dead grandpa. Soon history started to look familiar but different. The history of Earth and no doubt the universe is unaltered permanently.
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