A/N: Okay, guys, this is the first installment of my Redemption of a Dark Saiyan series. It's part of a series of sequels to History of a Dark Saiyan. If you haven't read that, you might want to, but you don't have to. I plan to write this in such a way that it should make sense to anyone who hasn't read HDS. Please let me know if it doesn't, though. Enjoy, and reviews (and ideas for new adventures for our two brothers) are always welcome!

A tall blue-skinned being with resplendent robes and a large blue ring around his head, gazed intently into the black ball on top of his staff. Behind him there was movement, causing him to merely raise an eyebrow as he continued his gaze. "Good morning, Lord Beerus. I trust you slept well," Whis said smoothly.

A purple, cat-like being in a white nightgown stretched lazily. "Well enough. Had the strangest dream," he said, yawning. "Something about a Super Saiyan God. Ever heard of something like that?" he asked, popping the joints in his neck.

"Super Saiyan God?" Whis asked, casting a glance at the God of Destruction. "No, can't say that I have. Though, you did miss the universe almost being destroyed by a mortal," he said, with a hint of a smile at what was sure to happen next.

"WHAT?!" Beerus yelled, fully awake, the castle around them beginning to shake with his fury. He was mere inches away from Whis, who merely looked at him, unconcerned. "Did you say the UNIVERSE was almost destroyed by… a mere MORTAL?!" he hissed.

"Hmm… yes, I believe that is what I said, Lord Beerus," Whis said, and smiled. "But don't worry, the Supreme Kai took action while you were sleeping. That's why I let you sleep in, your services were not required. The Saiyan destroyed a good part of Frieza's empire, twelve stars and their planets were directly destroyed by him, and the resulting singularities and spatial anomalies have resulted in loss of life for many of the surrounding star systems. In fact, if you like, you can go back to sleep, the Saiyan seems to have met your quota for another hundred years or so," he said, resisting the urge to laugh at Beerus's reaction to this.

"WHAT?! Where is this mortal now, I'll-" Suddenly, Beerus stopped, peering at Whis curiously. "Wait… did you say he was a Saiyan?" Beerus asked.

Whis blinked. "Yes…." he said slowly, thinking. "Now that you mention it, the transformation he underwent… I believe the Saiyans call it Super Saiyan…" he said.

"But not Super Saiyan God?" Beerus asked.

"No, I'm afraid not. Lord Beerus, it was probably just a dream. Though, I have to say, this Super Saiyan was quite impressive, for a mortal," Whis said thoughtfully.

Beerus stroked his chin for a long moment, then glanced to Whis. "What did the Supreme Kai do to this mortal? I want the entire story," he said, sitting down.

Whis sighed, and began to tell him everything.

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Kress stretched, and rubbed his eyes. He'd been staring at this computer terminal for over ten hours, and his muscles cried out for a break. He was a warrior after all, not a tech, as his Uncle Raditz had often reminded him. His body needed to be challenged, just as much as his mind did.

But the people on this station didn't need his muscles, right now, as much as they did his mind. He was close to finishing the defense grid, and wouldn't be able to properly rest until he completed it. Remnants from Frieza's empire were starting to re-organize, and the independent star systems were hard-pressed to defend themselves. Kress was determined that this station would survive their next encounter with the coalition.

'You need to rest,' came the predictable voice in his head, a voice which Kress studiously ignored. Spotting an algorithm that could be the cause of the programming issue he was having, he adjusted it and ran the program again.

Nope, that wasn't it…

'You can't fix everything in one day, you know. You're no good to anyone half-asleep,' the voice came again.

Kress rolled his eyes. "You can't tell me what to do," he grumbled, going over the next screen to find the problem.

He could feel his brother's laughter in his mind. 'Telling you what to do is ALL I do, Gohan,' Kai Goten's voice returned, resulting in a smirk from Kress.

"Then do it some other time. I'm trying to concentrate," Kress said, and grunted as he looked at one line of code. "Of course," he muttered, shaking his head at his own stupidity. "Of course it didn't work like this…" he said, and checked some figures before replacing the line of code with another one.

'You're really good at this stuff, Gohan. One of these days, you gotta teach me how,' the voice was saying, as Kress tuned it out and re-ran the program.

The defense grid was up.

Kress gave a satisfied grin, then stood up, stretching. "Spar with me, brother," Kress said, cracking his knuckles. "All this sitting's making me soft."

'Sparring is NOT resting, Gohan,' Kai Goten replied, causing Kress to scowl.

"We have a deal, brother. We fight, then I rest. I haven't moved all day, I can't just go to sleep like this," Kress growled.

Kai Goten sighed. 'Fine, but as soon as I kick your ***, you'd better go straight to bed,' he responded.

Kress was about to retort when a hand appeared on his shoulder out of nowhere, and he was being pulled backwards, disappearing completely.

He spun around to see Kai Goten smirking at him. Kress glared. "I hate it when you do that," he groused, crossing his arms. "If someone sees me just disappear like that, there's going to be questions I can't answer, and I won't be able to finish my work," he said.

Kai Goten shrugged. "Well, as soon as you invent something that gets you from the Living World to my world, you can come here on your own. Until then, you wanted to spar, now you're here to spar. Stop griping," he said, rolling his eyes as he started walking down one of the corridors. "You coming?" he called over his shoulder.

Kress growled and followed his brother, his eyes narrowed. "You're the one who's getting his *** kicked," he mumbled, and followed him into one of the many strange rooms of his brother's temple.

Going through the door, Kress was struck once again by the strangeness of it. Going 'into' the room was a bit of a misnomer, as they were now standing outside, in the grass, on some planet with no trees and three moons in the sky. Of course, they weren't real moons… Kress felt no quickening of his heart, no urge to transform, as he typically did upon looking at a full moon. His tail twitched at the thought, and he uncoiled it from around his waist, intending to train it as well as the rest of him. He turned to Kai Goten, who was stretching not far away. "You've been going soft, too," he smirked, calling as much of his energy to himself that he could. It wasn't much, compared to the vast ocean of power he was capable of, but it would be enough to defeat his brother this time. He was sure of it.

Goten smirked at his brother. As a Kai, he didn't get stronger every time he fought; he was the same as he had been before he became a Kai, his power would only ever increase if there was a need for it to. Sparring with Kress didn't really count as a need. The time would come, soon, where Kress would be able to beat Goten, even with the device in his chest that absorbed most of his energy. When that time came, sparring would become a lot less fun, for both brothers.

But for now…

Kai Goten pulled up as much energy as he could, careful only to use his physical energy. Using any of the creative energy he had within him could cause a LOT of problems he really didn't want to deal with. There was a time and a place for it, and the rules of the Kai were strict. Besides, he didn't want to accidentally hurt his brother.

A fist was flying into his face just then, and Goten ducked at the last second sending his elbow into Kress's stomach. A blast of ki hit Goten in the back, and the Kai cried out as he teleported behind Kress. That was a mistake, however, as he was suddenly flung aside by Kress's tail, and Goten cursed himself mentally for having forgotten about it. Stopping himself, he placed his hands to his side, using his father's favorite attack. "Ka…me…"

A surge of anger shot through Kress, and with a loud yell he barreled towards Goten in fury. At the last second, Goten teleported behind him, grabbing his tail, which brought a hiss of pain from the Saiyan warrior. "You gotta work on those anger issues, Gohan, they'll get you killed," Goten quipped, as Kress fought against the pain shooting through his body to try to grab Goten. Goten dodged easily, never letting go of Kress's tail. "Come on, you can do better than that!" he taunted.

Kress growled, and summoned up as much energy as he could. Instantly, he turned just enough to face Goten, and opened his mouth wide, firing an energy beam at the Kai point blank.

Goten teleported away at the last second, his eyes wide, as a now free Kress flew towards him at break-neck speeds, intent on planting his face firmly in the ground. It was all Goten could do to stand his ground long enough for Kress to get near, before teleporting away.

He was unprepared for the ki blast that met him when he re-materialized, flinging him backwards onto the ground.

He was equally unprepared for the fist that ground itself into his stomach, knocking all the air out of him.

Kress, however was unprepared for the elbow that hit him at the base of the neck from behind, causing the half-Saiyan to black out and slump to the ground.

Kai Goten looked down at him and smiled softly. "There. Now, that's resting," he said, winded, as he raised his hand, causing his brother's unconscious form to rise into the air. Turning, he caused Kress to float back through the door, down the corridor, and into another room, where there was a bed. After depositing the warrior onto the bed, he waved a hand, causing his armor to disappear, revealing skin that was riddled with scars, and a strange blue mark over his heart. Kai Goten sighed, gazing at the mark he had made on his brother almost a year ago.

It was a Kai symbol, meaning 'protect the weak'.

"Sleep well, brother. You'll need it," he said softly, and turning, left the room.