A/N: Alright. This is a re-master of an old story of mine (almost a decade ago now). My writing skills have progressed, and the story was well received enough, to re-write this with justice. I will be fixing many mistakes, as well as shuffling things around for it to make sense. This story takes place after the Buu saga, roughly when GT would have taken place. GT will not be included. This is going to conflict heavily with the last two movies as it's a what-if story. The ages for all of the younger generation (as it is them who this story will focus on, as well as several OCs) are as follows:

Bra: 16

Pan: 15

Trunks: 17

Goten: 17

I know this conflicts with timelines, but bear with me!

Summary:

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Chapter 1: Saving Grace

Bardock ran up the stairs to the King's chambers. He'd have to hear what he seen, he'd have to listen. The fate of the entire Saiyan race depended that the King used good judgment, and listened to the (what would surely be seen as) the raving word of a Low Class Warrior. Despite that, despite that his social standing would cast strong suspicion on what he had to say, he had to try. He wouldn't go down without a fight, like a proper Saiyan should. No matter what happened, he would change the future he saw! The doors of his throne room exploded inward as Bardock rushed in, his battered and bleeding body coming to a kneel before the might King Vegeta.

"Sire, I have urgent news..," Bardock breathed out. The entire room was in an uproar at the low class Saiyan's sudden appearance into the throne room. How dare he waltz in like he had the right to be there. King Vegeta raised a hand and silenced the room. He eyed the low class warrior, who had obviously just seen battle, with caution.

"What is the meaning of this?"

"My men and I were attacked by Frieza's henchmen while cleaning out a planet! It was Dodoria, sire, he said that Frieza no longer had any use of our race and planned to wipe us out!" As Bardock spoke this, he flinched at the laughter that ruptured from the room. "Shut up," he yelled in defense, but once more the King had raised a hand to silence the room.

"And where is the rest of your squad to confirm this…?"

"Dead, sire. Dodoria killed them all…"

King Vegeta looked at the warrior silently for a long moment. He had long, since his son's training began under Frieza, suspected that Frieza was indeed a treacherous being—what he lacked, though, was poof. If what this low class said, was indeed true, than the entire Saiyan race had only an hour to live. Frieza had sent word he would be arriving to talk with King Vegeta about further plans for the Saiyans.

"If you're lying, you know what the means…"

"Treason, King Vegeta, but I beg you listen: I'm not lying, I'm telling the truth," Bardock pleaded as several guards picked him up on each arm and started to drag him out. Though amusing as this clearly drunk man was, it was time they did their duty and removed him.

"Leave him be…soldier, what's your name..?"

"Bardock, sire.."

"I see…you just had a child, correct?"

"Yes, m'lord. Kakarot. He's in the infirmary awaiting his dispersal."

King Vegeta looked the low class over for a moment before waving his hand away. "Go ahead, take him away." The guards complied as Bardock looked in horror. He was betrayed by the King. He had no trust in a fellow Saiyan any longer? Was he so blinded by Frieza's lies? This was it than. He had to take matters into his own hands. He would confront and stop Frieza. He was the only hope that the Saiyan's had now. When Bardock was removed from the room he turned to a Saiyan Elite nearest his throne. "Pintiuz."

The Saiyan snapped to attention before addressing his King. "Yes sire?"

King Vegeta looked him over as if in thought before he sat back at his throne. "Send all of the children in the infirmary out. I don't care where you send them, and I don't care if they're programmed, send them away. Nobody is to say anything to anyone of this, even my son."

"But…sire! That's over twenty children! We can't just randomly send them away unguided based off of the delusions of some low class fool!"

Another wave of his hand given before he leaned on his fist, stroking that deep Auburn goatee. "Don't question me, Pintiuz. Just as that Low Class should know his place, so you should yours."

"Y-yes…as you wish, sire."

The pod streaked across space seeming to dodge meteors and stars with ease, as if programmed to do so. Every now and again the light from the stars would show through the red tinted window to the infant inside. His wild spiked hair was all to common in the low class Saiyan world. His thumb was jutted into his mouth as dark eyes looked around at the outside space, and the approaching planet. A brown tail curled up into his right palm, unconsciously twirling it before the pod caught fire in the atmosphere of this planet. The smoky wisps of clouds he passed through signaled there would be rain—not that he knew that of course. Once he passed through this he saw many mountains and the sky was a dark pink as rain fell hard around the pod. Just before impact his dark eyes noted the brilliant green grass. Then black.

It only took a few moments for the inhabitants to move to the crash site. Many of them covered their mouths at the pod, bright colored eyes transfixed on the harbinger that they knew it contained. The inhabitants themselves didn't look too far from the average humanbeing, tan or white skin. Blue or green eyes, but all had blonde hair with various styles. One of them broke the circle, obviously the leader. He skid down the crater the small round object made before looking back at his fellow beings.

"Saiyan," he said flatly, and many of them shuddered. He looked back to the pod just as it hissed and he drew a sword from what appeared to be thin air. Once the small door fell to a 90 degree opening a small puff of smoke came out before the child inside was seen to be unconscious.

"Is it dead," one of them asked.

"I hope so," a youthful voice retorted.

"Jaiden! Those are not our teachings," an older feminine voice shot out.

Silence.

"Mikal, perhaps you shouldn't kill him," a voice came and the small crowd parted. The man near the pod, whom had raised the sword with tip pointed to the infant, turned to it's source.

"…say again, Malakai? Don't what..," the gruff, large being asked.

"Don't kill him. It's just an infant…how much damage could he really cause…," the man named Malakai asked.

"This….thing, it's ancestors have been searching for our planet for years. Once it wakes up, and tells it's cohorts our location we can expect hundreds of these pods to crash here! Need I remind you what happened on Seraph?!"

"No, you don't. My parents were there…but those Saiyans were full grown, and it was pure chance they landed there with the moon being so soon. The moon just rose yesterday. That leaves forty years before the next one..we can surely send the child away for the time period."

"You…you're saying you want to keep it?! Are you mad Malakai? The little demon will kill us all," Mikal shouted at the top of his lungs. Behind him, the child stirred and opened it's dark eyes. A small sniffle rang out before he pulled his tail up to his cheek, nuzzling it for comfort. Mikal turned and the Saiyan baby looked up at him with wide eyes.

"Does that look like a killer to you? The Saiyan children are as innocent as our own…they are taught to kill, and can therefore be taught something different, Mikal. If you don't want the child, at least allow me to have him."

An outburst of voices rang out, causing the Saiyan child to begin crying and Mikal raised his hand in silence. The voices slowly subsided and Mikal watched Malakai for a moment before he sighed heavily. "You have a daughter, don't you..? What if….what if he already has violent notions already and kills her? What then, hm?!"

"Alisha is a bit older than him, and I'm quite sure she could smack him with a toy or something." A small amount of laughter from the crowd, which was silenced with glares from Mikal before Malakai continued. "I'll watch the boy…don't worry about that. I'm sure he can be taught to be one of us. Our way of life."

"….fine, Malakai, but as soon as it's able to leave, I want it off this planet or else."

"Zach…Zach honey wake up," a voice rang. He stirred slowly before he opened his bright emerald eyes. Alisha, his mother stood before him. This caused a groan and grabbed for the pillow to cover his head. His mother, having seen this reply for years, had already grabbed it away. "You have to wake up…today is-"

"Oh no" he said, shooting up right, "the Rite of Passage. How could I have forgotten! Quick, mum, what time is it?!"

"It's nine twenty eight…Zach, dear, that's not what I woke you up for…"

He stopped, having leapt out of bed and grabbing around for clothes. He turned to his mom, a heap of robes in his hands. He smelled them lightly. Yep, those were dirty."What do you mean? I have to get to the Rite of Passage mum, otherwise.." He asked this absently as he looked around. Surely he had some clean robes somewhere.

"No, Zach…come with me. I think it's time we had a talk," his mother said, leaving the room.

He clothed himself quickly, after deciding that the cleanest smelling robed were obviously clean, before he jetted from the room. He stopped by the mirror and adjusted his robes. He was tall, like his father had been, and stocky to boot. His mother told him he had inherited the natural muscular build from him, as well as his stark black hair. While his mother had told him that his fathers had been an unmanageable mess, he was able to style his in a spiked fashion. It always looked as if he had just gotten out of bed. That wasn't always too far from the truth. He looked to his face, namely his eyes. Ah, his eyes. He had gotten those from his mom for sure. Bright, fierce emeralds. A lot of the other girls said that there was a sort of primal beast behind them. His tail slipped past the robes and it came up, scratching his cheek for him before he set it around his waist: a belt of sorts. He was unique in this way as well. Not only was he the only person in the village—hell, on the planet—with black hair, he had a tail too. He exited quickly, going down to the parlor.

His mother sat on a floor cushion, waiting for him before he did the same. "Zach…we've never really talked in-depth about your father, have we?"

"No not really mum, why? Does it matter? You said he was killed during a lightning storm before I was born."

"Yes well….that's not, entirely true, Zach. Your father….he was…well, he wasn't Seraph. He was a Saiyan, from the planet Vegeta. That would make you a half-saiyan."

"I remember..something about Saiyans from history. They went about wiping planets for money and selling them, right? The history teacher said that they were a menace to the entire galaxy and worked for the tyrant named Freez..er, or something, but dad was one of them? The people in the village said nothing about him being a murderer."

"Yes welll, that's all true, but my father told me that he came to the village as a child—crash landed. This was just before we heard that Planet Vegeta had been destroyed by a meteor, surely a divine judgment from the Kais. We can only assume that the leader of the Saiyans spared the children their fate for being such evil people. While the Saiyans may have been evil, your father was the exception. He could be stubborn, and sometimes downright arrogant. Still, he was a good person. Your father wasn't a murderer, and he helped the village a lot. But he, like all other Saiyans had an...other side; A side that only shows itself during the light of a full moon. We only see the full moon once every twenty five years here, but…it came late. My father, Malakai sent him off the planet to get something from a neighboring planet, but while he was gone, the moon didn't rise. He returned, and before my father could send him away again, the moon rose. The villagers were forced to kill him, lest he kill the entire village. You too, will turn into a beast when the moon rises."

Zach sat in a daze for a moment. He was stunned. His father, whom he had idolized and was told had been killed in a freak accident, was a Saiyan. A murderer of people, but his mother said he was good, and helped the village. Those same people had to slay him because during the light of a full moon he transformed? His mother had told him it was a lightning storm, but likely to keep him from the truth: that the people he grew up with had taken his father from him before he was even born. No wonder a lot of the villagers were odd towards him, keeping their distance. They were afraid he'd do the same and they'd have to put him down. But the Rite of Passage took place tonight, during the full moon! What was he going to do?! "What am I going to do, mum? I can't stay here, the villagers will surely kill me! I mean, are we even sure that I can transform like him? Do we even know what causes it?! I'll hide in the basement, or, or, I'll stay at the church!"

"No….no" she said softly, reaching out and touching his cheek softly, "we don't know what causes it. But…I know of a way to help you, my son. Follow me." She showed him out of the house to a shed, one she had forbidden him for ever going into. He had been caught snooping around once as a kid, and he was reamed pretty hard by Mikal for it. He never bothered with it again. She opened the door and the two ushered in quickly. Inside, was a silver orb that Zach had never seen the likes of before. A red piece of glass as circular as the orb it self sat in the middle, with lines forming a small circle above it. He reached out and touched the odd metal, and it seemed kind of warm. His mother moved around this and took something out of a cupboard. She tossed it at him and he caught the objects. One was a synthetic type of cloth, that turned out to be a full body suit, and the other was a chest piece of armor that went over this.

"Those were found in the pod, when your father landed here. It's the armor that the Saiyans wore. There's gloves and boots in here as well," she said softly. She turned as he changed, a silent command she had given. Once done, she turned and looked her son over. She hadn't heard the sound of tearing of fabric, which usually he did to all his clothes. Being the only one on the planet with a tail meant he usually just had to improvise. No, this type of clothing was made specifically for him. He looked, indeed, like a Saiyan. Save the bright emerald eyes he had, those were a gift from her. He smiled softly.

"Mum," he began, but she cut him off.

"When your father landed here, your grandfather took him in and worked on the pod. He had found a bunch of useless gadgets, stuff that Saiyans used for their travels. Food, water, a box for holding momentos, but he also found this," she said. At this point she held up a small board, looking as if it were a pad of numbers. She punched in a few numbers her father had taught her and a small display appeared in the air. "This is a map of where all of the Saiyan children were jettisoned to. Well, predicted I believe. I think, you should go and find them, Zach. You don't belong here, not anymore. You're just…well, you're your father's son. The quiet village life never really suited him, and he use to love fighting kids back in school. I think that, you should find your true kin." Before he could protest, she spoke up. "I'll be fine. The Rite of Passage is for our people. You…it's not for you. You have the potential of being a great fighter Zach. I seen the way you follow our teachings, and practice what's been taught. You will make a good guardian one day, but you shouldn't be limited to one person, you should see the galaxy. You should find others like you."

He stood in silence for a few moments longer before his mother tossed him the chart, causing the screen that had manifested to bleep off. He caught it and she pressed a panel on the outside of the shuttle, causing it to open at that window area. He stepped back and she nodded for him to get in. Before he did, though, he hugged her tightly, rocking gently with her. "I love you mum. I promise I'll be back. If I am going to find others like me, I want you to meet them too!" She sniffled some and he sat inside, looking at the translated material. His finger hovered over the 'close' button. "You really thought this out, huh?"

"Yes, I have. I decided the day you were born, and when I heard that your father was killed...this was for the best," she said softly.

He nodded and pushed the button, causing the door to shut with a hiss. Once it was, he looked at the panel and turned it on. The closest confirmed landing was on a planet called Earth. The program estimated a two month travel time. He punched in a few buttons and he saw his mother step back. He placed his palm on the glass and she placed hers out as well before a white aura exploded around the orb, and it flew out of the top of the shed, destroying the structure almost completely. He pulled his hand back and placed his head on the cushion, letting his eyes close.

A/N: I will be posting Chapter 2 soon as well, once I am done editing it and such. I would like to give this some time to see if people like it or not.s!