Planet Vegeta, it was a planet that was home to a powerful warrior race known as the Saiyans, and it was because of this power that their planet, along with most of their race, was destroyed by a tyrannical overlord known as Frieza.

Not all of the Saiyans died. Many were sent off as children before the explosion. But a particular Saiyan baby, who was strong for his age, was saved by a god. That god's name was Mercy.

Mercy was the god of the Frieza race. His exoskeleton was a pure gold color, his skin bone white, but the most striking feature was his angelic wings which he used to amplify his already incredible speed.

He was passing by the doomed planet when he sensed it. A powerful energy. But not just that, he sensed a pure heart, ripe with potential, something he thought the Saiyans could never achieve.

He closed in on the energy with such speed that everything moved in slow motion. He saw Saiyans pointing at the small sun forming in the sky, Saiyan pods being launched, and the strong new born baby crying.

Mercy grabbed the infant Saiyan and strolled back outside. He looked up at the small sun that was slowly approaching the planet. It's a shame this planet is destined to be destroyed, he thought to himself before flexing his wings and disappearing, leaving the planet to its fate.

Twenty years passed since that fateful day. Mercy did all he could to train the boy, who he named Preyter. He taught the young Saiyan how to survive and how to use ki. Every morning, evening, and night, they trained. Mercy taught Preyter everything he knew about fighting.

Preyter was short with brown hair and had an impressive beard. He was an angry person, though he always meant well.

It was early in the morning when Mercy walked into Preyter's bedroom. He was still fast asleep in his cot. Mercy casually flicked Preyter out of the cot with his tail, and with a loud thud, Preyter rudely awakened. As he rubbed sleep from his eyes, he asked his sensei, "Morning sparring match Sensei?"

He nodded and turned his back to Preyter. As he walked out of the room, he gave a brief statement, "I'll see you in the courtyard."
While Preyter was getting up from the floor, he answered his master, "Yes, Sensei."

Mercy was a serious person, but he was also kind and had a good sense of humor. Today though, he showed no humor. He didn't toy with Preyter. He just fought and watched. He watched what years of hard work got him.

In a few minutes, Preyter entered the courtyard, a white gi dawning him. Mercy stood completely still, his arms crossed, and his tail moving with anticipation. He watched as Preyter got into a battle stance.

With a roar of eagerness, Preyter dashed at Mercy with such remarkable speed for a Saiyan, but Mercy was faster. He dodged every punch, kick, and head-butt that came his way with ease. Mercy shook his head and spoke disappointedly, "Come now, how long have we been sparring? Fifteen years? Hit me for once!"

Jolted by the remark, Preyter jumped into the air and aimed a kick at Mercy's face, but before it connected he grabbed Preyter's leg and threw him across the courtyard. He got up with a smirk and gave a quick salute. With a confused look, Mercy looked down at the small ball of ki that Preyter left behind for him. It exploded, kicking up ruble. Mercy merely walked out of the cloud of dust, not a scratch on him, but with a small faint smirk on his lips. "Good, you have gotten better," he said under his breath.

Preyter growled with anger and moved with such speed that he was behind Mercy in nanoseconds. Mercy back handed Preyter, sending him to the ground. "Heh, you've gotten slower. Tell you what, you have one more try to lay a hit."

Preyter was getting angrier, but seeing this only made Mercy's smile widen. "Maybe I wasted my time saving you." And with that, Preyter had enough. He yelled in anger, a surge of power coming over him, and a red aura came around him. "Good," Mercy said quietly to himself. "He's finally tapping into some of his power."

Preyter charged him again, a fist raised, but before it connected, he vanished. He reappeared behind Mercy, then beside him, then in front of him again. Mercy, being surprised by his student's newly acquired speed, held up his arms to bock the blow. The punch connected, sending Mercy skidding across the courtyard, his heels kicking up pieces of the ground.

The surge of power left Preyter along with the red aura. He was panting, that punch took a lot out of him. Mercy lowered his guard and started walking toward him. "Good job Preyter," he said with a smile. "That anger is a strong weapon, but it's tasking. Control it, don't let it control you."

"Yes, Sensei," Preyter said mid bow.

Mercy gave a frown. "You have been a good student, but I'm afraid it's time for me to leave."

"Sensei?"

"I led some mercenaries here. They should be arriving shortly. Acquire their ship and head to a planet called Earth."

"Why Sensei?"

"Preyter, what is it short for?"

"Pretorian, Sensei."

"Yes, as I am Mercy, you are Pretorian. Someone there requires your protection."

"But Sensei, I don't understand. Why must you leave?"

Mercy turned his back towards him and spread his wings. He turned his head towards Preyter and smiled, "Because, I am Mercy, and many require it," and like that he was gone, nothing to signify that he was there except for a few feathers falling to the ground.

Quite some time has passed. Preyter was sitting on top of the old cottage, watching the sky, waiting.

It was just as his master had said. To the untrained eye, the object would have looked like a meteor burning up in the atmosphere, but for Preyter, it was clear that it was a ship.

He quickly jumped from his perch and hit the ground running, running at full speed towards the ship. The ship landed in a clearing beyond the woods, so he ran as if he never ran before. He snapped trees as if they were twigs, uprooted small and large plants alike, and a large fire formed behind him, engulfing whatever was left of the now destroyed forest.

As quickly as he started, he stopped, trees flying past the ship, and a wildfire spreading to whatever vegetation it could find.

Twenty surprised mercenaries raised their plasma guns at him. Their leader, dressed in armor decorated with bones, tried to ask Preyter a question, "W-who ar-are you?"

Preyter gave a satisfied smile, "I'm the guy who you were sent to kill." He took one step and was immediately consumed by the bright light of plasma fire.

As the light subsided, Preyter looked down at his ruined gi. He clenched his fist, not from pain, but from anger that his favorite, or only, gi was riddled with holes.

The mercenaries quivered in fear, some were even beginning to make their way back to the ship.

"Boo!" Preyter yelled out before disappearing. The mercenaries that weren't making their way back to the ship, dropped their guns and ran towards the ship. In seconds, all of them were dead, their necks snapped like toothpicks.

The captain stared at his dead men; his eyes darting form corpse to corpse until they fell on Preyter.

"W-what are you?"

"Can't you tell?" Preyter vanished and appeared right in the captain's face, a ki blast glowing in his hand. "I'm your destroyer," and with that said, he released the ki into the stomach of the captain. The momentum of the ki blast sent him flying into the sky. After a few short seconds, an explosion could be seen in the pink sky, like a firework going off.

The ship was perfect. Hopefully this ship has the power to get me to Earth, but more importantly, "WHY ARE THE CONTROLS IN GERMAN!?"

Author's Note-

This is my first fanfiction. Please let me know what you thought and if you want me to continue the story. I am open to criticism.