DISCLAIMER: I don't own DBZ, but I own this plot.

Summary: Partial AU. Rewrite of the DBZ sagas. SSj legend altered.

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PROLOGUE

On old Vegeta, before Frieza began his terrible reign, every Saiyan had gold hair and teal eyes. It was a symbol of rage. It was a symbol of power. There were no friends, only truces. Every waking moment was spent plotting the downfall of a Saiyan who had gained too much power. Eventually, one Saiyan would gain enough power to claim his rule as dictator of the planet, every Saiyan succumbing to his will, biding their time until the moment came to overthrow their king. These Saiyans were men of instinct; they woke, ate, fought, and slept. They respected power and despised it at the same time. Oh, they could think, but that was not their chosen pastime. But one day, a man came to a realization; the realization that this was not their destiny. He realized these golden-haired warriors were not "super," as they were sometimes called, but instruments of rage, of instinct.

Saiyans had no written history, and no history was passed down, but by some odd means, perhaps by a fortuneteller from a nearby planet, he discovered an ancient legend. This legend told of the coming of a true King of all Saiyans, the "Super Saiyan" who had lead them to freedom from the chains of battle and the chains of senseless killing. This King was feared and revered for his aura of power, an aura that shone the brightest white, and for his piercing golden eyes. Everywhere he went, people would stop to stare. This legend was the first written history written by any Saiyan that ever existed. His power was unmatched - all of ancient Vegeta could try to defeat him and no one but the King would survive. The Saiyans sensed this. It effected a change in them; slowly, the Saiyans lost their "rage forms," until dark haired Saiyans were all that remained.

Still fierce in their own right, these Saiyans, ruled by the King, created a legend for themselves that reached the ears of the great Tyrant. The Tyrant decided that he would try his might against this great King. He fell. The King had won without even exerting himself. The King was not a killer, though, and he let the Tyrant leave his planet with the promise that he would never approach the Saiyan planet again. The King of the Saiyans eventually died, not because he was beaten in battle; his power remained his until his dying breath, but because of old age. Slowly, the Saiyans had turned back to their ways of ruling by force.

The Saiyan historian was astounded, for his people were also under the power of a great Tyrant-the Tyrant Frieza. But no Saiyan had nearly the power necessary to even scratch this Tyrant; many had tried and all had failed. It was rumored the only being stronger than this tyrant was the Tyrant's parents, who had died years ago of old age. It was also rumored that this Tyrant was only one of two children. But these rumors could not be verified because no being alive would dare ask any question to this living Tyrant.

The Saiyan passed this new knowledge around. It brought hope to the Saiyan people; the Saiyans were powerful enough to overthrow this Tyrant. He also passed along one more bit of information. The King, on his deathbed, said one last thing to his personal advisor: "The King of all Saiyans shall truly come in six thousand years." The Saiyan historian knew that it was nearly six thousand years later. It was time for a change. This legend has reached this old King's ears.

And you, my young child Vegeta, will be the King of all Saiyans.

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A/N: Whatcha think? It's short, but it's a prologue...