Saiyan Sovereignty
Prologue
Alternate Invasion
The swampy marshlands of the Kingdom of Vegeta were exactly like they had been described in history books. There was a constant haze over the horizon, with greys, greens and browns covering the landscape. The mud and muck were marched through the whole farm, with no shower or high pressured hose to wash away the dirt. Bulma could only imagine the hard work it took to merely keep clean.
"The talk of the Cold's army reaching our shores were always waved off and ridiculed. No one would dare invade Vegeta while the Saiyan's lived, worked and breathed on her shores" Bardock started shaking his head slightly.
"How ignorant we were back then, too proud to see our own limitations and weaknesses. Now we stay here, down in the mud, solely alive to feed his army and lick his boots clean" He explained with disdain.
"King Frieza the First..." Bulma whispered.
"Emperor Frieza the first, Imperial master of the northern hemisphere" Bardock corrected her, scoffing. "We trusted our King and the news he brought out. That we were strong, and so were our borders. It wasn't until news spread of Frieza's new power. He had been to the east and invaded small oriental countries, opened and made trade deals with larger ones. He had found a magic powder, one that allowed him to control the very fire he made, explosive fire powder" Bardock explained.
"The weapons crafted to use this powder overwhelmed our forces and our King admitted defeat, spiralling this kingdom into chaos. Frieza was pronounce emperor of Vegeta and he took our Prince as collateral." Bardock said with a pain in his eyes.
"I don't understand, It wasn't, wasn't like that..." Bulma started but stopped herself. She did not want to give away her secret yet, until she knew she could trust them.
Bardock looked at her curiously. This young women had come from the depths of the swamps surrounding his farm, in strange clothes and speaking in an accent he had never heard before. Who was she?
She was in a state until his wife could calm her down and try to understand how she had come to be on this farm. After she had calmed down, she wanted to know where she was and what had happened. Bardock had explained about the invasion and the current world war going on. The Emperor was trying to claim the entire world, using Saiyan blood and strength.
"I'm unsure how to take you, you are not aware of this war?" Bardock asked with suspicion in his voice.
Bulma laughed nervously. "No please, you misunderstand, It is only, in my own country we have heard differently... It seems we have been the victims of propaganda..." She started.
"Propaganda?" Bardock asked, unaware of this word.
"Lies, we've been told lies" Bulma said sadly.
"And what Country did you say you were from?" He asked.
Shit!
"A small island in the pacific named Tahiti" Bulma replied without missing a beat. It was her next holiday destination and she internally face-palmed herself.
Bardock considered her story for a few seconds.
"So he has told the rest of the world something different. Does Frieza's cruelty, lies and cowardice know no bounds?" Bardock sighed.
Bulma quietly exhaled. She had managed to convince him, he believed her story, for now.
"Please continue, I need to understand what has happened here" Bulma explained.
"There is not much else to tell, we now live in poverty, without sovereignty, without land and without our Prince, whom we all had high hopes for." Bardock said shaking his head. "While Frieza uses our resources, men, women and children for his own needs. My two sons, Radditz and Kakarot have been ordered to his front line, in the East countries I mentioned earlier. I was not conscripted, as I have injuries from the invasion of this country and was stripped of my title, lands and resources to farm this bleak, wet land, to produce food for his armies" Bardock spat. "I was at one time, the commander of one of Vegeta's largest forces. The knowledge I have of battle tactics, moving armies and the Saiyan fighting style was ripped from me. I was tortured, making my injuries beyond repair... until I complied and my family threatened, they took my Son's because of my pride!" Bardock slammed down his fists "Kakarot was only a boy, a strong fighter, but a boy. The world, this world is lost, no one can stop him now."
"These weapons, what do the Cold Empire call them?" Bulma asked, her scientific mind skipping into overdrive. She needed a way home. For whatever reason, her experiment had failed and she had been thrown one thousand years into the past. But this universe was different. The Cold empire was never able to penetrate the Kingdom of Vegeta, thus stopping his world domination plot in it's tracks and completely destroying their regime. The history books were written from the successors, that much has always been true, and the Saiyan's wrote that history. She must get back home, she must work through this trouble with the Saiyan's on her side, as they were the less religious of the old races, and in turn would have a better chance of believing her and helping her. She needed to do this so she could accumulate enough resources so she could get back to her own time.
"Guns" Bardock said looking up at her.
"Right..." Bulma said standing up.
The poor family looked up at Bulma. They had not always been a peasant family, she could tell by the way they kept themselves, articulated themselves and the knowledge they had. They were being oppressed. And wasn't it her moral duty to help? Plus, she would need help to get home. She wouldn't be able to do this alone. She would tell them her truth and prove it to them.
With her capsules.
"Bardock, for some reason, I was sent to your farm, to this place, in the here and now. Maybe I could help?" She said, hands in her pockets twirling around her car capsule.
Bardock smirked and chuckled.
"Forgive me, that was rude, but dear stranger... How could you help us?" Bardock asked shaking his head.
"I will show you, follow me" She said stomping through their dinning room and out their front door.
Bardock's wife and daughter in-law were listening from the doorway to the sleeping area when they ran after Bulma, before Bardock could even leave his chair. He chuckled to himself, he followed them all out into the front of the house. Bulma was standing with her back to the house. She had a strange metal thing, that sat in her hand perfectly. She turn back toward him and she was smiling. Such a carefree, assured smile that made a fire in his belly explode. Who was she?
"I present to you, capsule corps most recent vehicle" Bulma said proudly.
The whole family looked on in awe as Bulma clicked the metal vessel, throwing it 50 metres in front of her into the mud. A huge bang and a cloud of smoke arose formed where she had thrown the capsule. As the smoke disappeared, a strange looking horseless cart appeared.
"Welcome to the future" Bulma said with hands on her hips.