Back after a long break with a new Dragon Ball story. For my One Piece and Tale of Symphonia fans, I am still working on those stories. I haven't forgotten about you. I just wanted to write a story like this for awhile and life happened which slows my writing.

As the title suggest, this fic is base on Dragon Ball Minus, the bonus chapter from Jaco the Galactic Patrolman. If you haven't read it, I highly suggest you do, you can buy it digitally for seven dollars off of the Viz website in the US, not sure about other countries. This isn't a straight adaptation since it will have some elements from Bardock: Father of Goku along with some other stuff. Yeah, I know it isn't exactly new to blend the two origin stories, but I have a slightly different take on it that I hope you like reading.

Please enjoy.

Chapter 1: Beasts of Death

The battle wasn't going well. The inhabitants of this remote world were much better armed, trained, and powerful than the reports suggested. The report said that only a miniature force was needed to take this planet along with one or two elites, but even that wasn't really needed. A simple purge, should take less than week, two at the very most.

He made a mental note to fry the jackasses responsible for this mock up.

So far, he lost almost forty percent of his troops to the natives of this damn, backwater planet and it hasn't even been a week since the invasion. At this rate, they were going to be wiped, which wouldn't please Lord Frieza.

He shivered at the mentioned of his lord's name.

Lord Frieza wasn't one to care about the lost of his men. As long as the planet was taking in a timely manner, any lost of life could be excused. If they were weak enough to be killed by some native, then they weren't worthy to be in Lord Frieza's service. Your death helped trimmed the fat.

That was simply the kind of guy Lord Frieza was, ruthless, coldhearted, and eviler than the devil. Which was why he was called and proudly proclaimed himself to be the Empire of Evil. Given that he controlled the biggest and most powerful army in the known universe….hell in the history of the universe, he had to be doing something right. One didn't get ahead by being sympathetic to the weak. Only powered matter and being 'good' or 'moral' were crutches for the feeble.

He gave a loud sighed as he rubbed his forehead, which was pounding from his current migraine.

He knew he wasn't going to get a promotion for this botched job, but if he took too long taking this world, his life was forfeited. Lord Frieza was expecting this job to be done by the end of the week since the planet was small with 'minimum' defenses so his lord didn't think the extra week was necessary. Lord Frieza wouldn't accept someone screwing up the entail as an excuse.

Damn. He was going to kill those scouts.

"Commander, the resistance has retaking Section Z and we're close to losing Section F," one of his subordinates reported.

He growled as he stood up for his desk. "How can we be losing so badly to the natives of this trash planet? We are the Frieza Force! The most powerful and feared army in the universe!" He slammed his fist into the desk, destroying it upon impact.

The soldier bowed his head. He was trembling in fear of his commander. "The power levels of this world are much higher than previously reported. We were told that the natives here only had power levels of around one-thousand. While most of the grunts are weak, their best fighters have power levels around two and even three-thousand. Our best men in comparison are only around twenty-five thousand."

He sneered. "Those idiots. When surveying a world, you always search for the best fighters, not just give averages. Hell, as far as we know, they can have a fighter out there at over five-thousand or something."

"We have requested reinforcements, sir. Help should be arriving in less than an hour. But our primary backup won't be arriving until three days from now," the solider informed.

"That's too late!" he yelled in frustration, startling the soldier. "If we go over schedule, Lord Frieza will have our heads on platter and that is if he's feeling merciful!"

The soldier shook his head, not sure what to say. "It's the best we can do on such short notice. Our armies are spread all over this galaxy. Hardly anyone can get any backup at the moment."

He growled again and raised his energy, nearly knocking over the poor messenger. It was said to never shoot the messenger, but he was very tempted at the moment. The poor bastard did nothing wrong, but he needed someone to take his stress off on.

No…his biggest problem was that the Frieza Force was spread extremely thin. Lord Frieza has been rapidly growing his empire lately, so fast in fact that the Frieza Force couldn't expand fast enough to keep up with it. Which meant smaller invasion forces, less chances for reinforcements, and less room for screw-ups like these.

"Damn it all!" he yelled as he kicked over his desk, scaring his poor subordinate more. It took him several seconds to calm down. He took several deep breaths as he recomposed himself. "Fine then. Who are the reinforcements that are coming? Maybe we can do something with them."

"We got confirmation that the reinforcement are a group of Saiyans," the soldier answered, happy that he was still alive.

"Saiyans!? Those vicious monkeys?" he asked in surprise.

He never personally worked with or even seen a Saiyans before, but he knew their reputation. They were considered to be the most ruthless and violent creatures within Lord Frieza's army. Not only were they unnaturally strong, even by their standards, but they could transformed into giant, mindless were-monkeys under the light of a full moon. Planet destroyers some called it. They were also largely independent of the Frieza Force, similar to the Ginyu Force. They worked under their own system and rules under supervision of their king.

He wasn't completely sure why the Saiyan were given the special privilege of keeping their own army after they were taking in by Lord Frieza, but he assumed it was because the Saiyans were seen as largely uncontrollable. Most say they were only a few steps above a wild beast.

The soldier nodded. "There was a squad nearby coming back from another job. They volunteered themselves after receiving our distress call."

He rubbed his forehead and let out another deep sigh. He could feel his migraine getting worse.

He wasn't happy. The last thing he wanted or needed were a bunch of uncontrollable monkeys helping him. But he couldn't be picky. Not when it was his butt on the line.

Besides, the Saiyans were the perfect backup since they were expendable. Maybe he could blame the entire mess on them if pushed came to shove.

"Very well. The moment they arrive, send them straight to Section Z. We must regain that territory if we wish to take this world," he ordered.

"As you wish, sir," the soldier replied as he ran to carry out his orders.

A nearby squadron waited patiently for the arrival of the Saiyans. Most of them were quite anxious. Many of them have never seen a Saiyan. Despite their feared reputation, they were notoriously few in number.

It was said that the entire Saiyan race only numbered in hundred of thousands. Some of it was because the Saiyans rarely breed. A female was lucky to have one child in their lifetime. Saiyans also didn't lived that long despite being a very healthy race. The average Saiyan only lived thirty years at most. Then again, when you were from a fighting craze society who put even their children on the frontlines, living a long life was extremely unlikely.

"They're here!" one of the soldiers exclaimed, getting everyone's attention.

From the sky, several bright spheres could be seen in the distance. It didn't take long before those spheres crash landed several hundred feet away from the awaiting squad. From the looked of it, there were five attack balls.

This got several of the soldiers chattering nervously.

Their only backup for the next couple of days were only five people? Even if they were the dreaded Saiyans, that was nothing. Only the elite Ginyu Force traveled in such small numbers and they were the best of the best. Captain Ginyu alone was said to be second only to Lord Frieza in power.

Then again, it was rumored that Saiyans usually traveled in teams between three to six. A pitiful number considering that the average invasion force within the Frieza Force was usually in the couple hundreds. But it was also said that Saiyans rarely needed more than two teams to take a planet.

A hissed filled the air as the attack balls' hatches opened. Slowly, the five Saiyan emerged.

One of them was a female with short hair, an extremely unusual sight. There were very few females within the Frieza Force. Lord Frieza found them to be a distraction, especially to species who had mating seasons. From where they stood, she was quite pretty in a primitive sort of way.

Two of the males were big and had unclean appearances. One of them was almost bald with hair sticking out of their sides and the other one had mop-like hair and was quite fat.

The other two males Saiyans were, by comparison, quite clean and would almost be considered handsome by some species' standards. The one who stood in the middle of the group stuck out since his hair was very strange, even for a Saiyan. He had spike like hair sticking out at all sides. It was completely uncanny.

"So, it was you bums that called for help," the Saiyan in the middle of the group spoke.

The commander of the welcoming squad stepped forward. "Yes. We have requested reinforcements in capturing this world. The citizens have proven to be much stronger than our scouts originally reported."

The Saiyan snorted. "Which is why you should never believe those reports. Even a weak world like this one is bound to have one or two incredible fighters. Add the desperation of them defending their homes, and you're in for one hell of a fight."

One of the Saiyans touched their scouter, reading the power levels within the nearby area. "Seems like there're more than just one or two good fighters. I'm detecting well over a dozen." He snickered. "Someone really screwed up. No wonder you guys got your butts handed to you."

The other Saiyan smirked. "Well, that's why we're here, Tora. We specialize in bailing out other people's asses."

The fat Saiyan laughed. "They maybe tough, but it isn't anything we can't handle."

"Tora, when is the next full moon on this planet?" the obvious leader of the group asked.

Tora checked something on his scouter. "The next full moon will appear in a little over a week."

"We don't have that type of time," one of the soldiers spoke up. "Lord Frieza wants this planet by the end of the week."

The Saiyan leader nodded his head. "The end of the week, huh? Frieza has always been impatient."

"That's Lord Frieza, you overgrown ape!" one of the soldiers shouted.

"Since we can't wait for a full moon, we can't do this job as fast as we want," the Saiyan leader said, paying no attention to the outburst. "But, given the levels we have scanned, we can take this world in two days."

The commander of the soldiers flinched. "Two days!? Impossible! We have hundreds of men here and we've been hammered for the past week. What makes you think you can go and win it all in just two days!?"

The female Saiyan snickered. She smugly rubbed her nose. "We can do it because we aren't a bunch a wimps like you."

The commander sneered in outraged. "What was that!?"

"Fasha, let's not start any unneeded drama," the Saiyan leader said, although it was obvious by his tone that he completely agreed with her. He turned his attention back to the commander. "Two days. Three at the very most."

The commander growled at the group of Saiyans.

Who the hell did they think they were? Coming here and given such lofty promises.

Two days, these arrogance apes would be dead in less than two hours. The Saiyans truly were as cocky as the rumors depicted them. No wondered they were so few in numbers.

At the same time, he wasn't in any position to badmouth them. If they could take this world in just two days, it would save all their butts from Frieza's wrath. And that meant more to him at that moment than his pride.

"Fine. Go straight to Section Z. That is where the strongest resistance forces are at this moment," the commander ordered, wishing in the back of his mind that the fighters in that area massacred them.

The Saiyan leader nodded before glancing his squad. "Let's move out!"

The Saiyans took off into the air, leaving an explosion of dust in their wake.

"So, those were the ruthless Saiyans," one of the soldiers spoke before snorting. "They don't look like much. Just a primitive bunch of nobodies."

"They certainly have big mouths," another solider mocked. "To think that Lord Frieza puts up with those arrogance apes."

The commander folded his arms. "The Saiyans maybe a bunch conceit monkeys, but they have certainly proven their worth. More than once, a small group of Saiyans has completely turned the tide of battle. As much as it pains me to admit, they just may be able to take this world in two days."

"Are you serious!?" one of the soldiers exclaimed. "That group of apes. I don't see it."

"Trust me, I hope they fail because I hate their attitude, but the fact of the matter is that we need this world by the end of the week, otherwise Lord Frieza will have us all killed," the commander said as sweat build on his forehead. "And, as unlikely as it is, they can probably do it. The Saiyans...are said to be the strongest warrior race in the universe. The beasts of death."

The soldiers stared at their commander as they heard those words.

It didn't take the Saiyans long to find where all the heavy fighting was taking place. Even without their scouters, they could see the blasts of energy and hear the explosions in the distance.

"Be careful," the Saiyan leader warned. "I'm reading power levels in the upward two-thousands. Fasha and Borgos, you're with me! Tora and Shugesh, take the south and destroy those weapon towers! We need to clear the field!"

Tora nodded. "Got it, Bardock. Watch your back out there. I don't want to drag your half-dead body to the healing tank again."

Bardock smirked. "Of course."

Tora and Shugesh split from the main group, leaving Bardock, Fasha, and Borgos to take on the main forces on the ground.

"Let's give them hell!" Bardock shouted as he led his crew into battle.

The inhabitants, who looked strangely like overgrown lima beans, saw their approach and immediately attempted to shoot them with their energy.

Bardock deflected most of them with little effort, while Fasha blindsided one of their attackers while they were focused on him, taking them out with one well placed energy wave. Borgos covered them, killing many of the advancing troops.

There were many shouts of disbelief and anger from the inhabitants as they charged their new opponents.

Bardock showed no mercy as he torn through them with a series of punches and kicks. From the information he gathered on his way to this planet, he knew all their vital spots. In dense areas like these, he couldn't waste time to savor the joys of one-to-one battle.

"What...what are these monsters!?" someone shouted, not believing how effortlessly their forces was being torn apart.

Fasha released a wave of rapid fired energy blasts, attempting to clear the area. She was so focused on her task, that she nearly missed her scouter beep. She turned to see one of the inhabitants firing a powerful blast at her.

Before she could evade, Borgos jumped in front of her and tanked the blast. Other than some burns to his armor, there was no damage.

"Impossible!" the native screamed before Borgos atomized him with a palm blast.

Fasha nodded in gratitude. "Thanks. I got careless."

Borgos returned the nod. "The people here are strong. Keep your guard up."

A huge explosion rocked the planet and Bardock looked up to see several buildings falling in the distance. "Looks like Tora and Shugesh are doing their part." He turned towards his crew. "Advance! Don't give them any quarter!"

The three Saiyans made their advance, slaughtering anyone who crossed their path. They were like a wall of death.

"Get the tanks out here! Don't let them take another step!" someone screamed.

Within seconds, several huge tanks came roaring down the street.

"Looks like they're bringing out the big guns," Fasha mused as she attempted to destroy the tank with a blast of energy. Her attack deflected right off of it.

This made Fasha hummed. "Stronger than I thought."

Bardock narrowed his eyes. "Fasha, Borgos, stand back! I'll handle this!"

Fasha looked towards her leader. "Are you sure?"

"These things are too powerful for you guys. You will only get yourselves killed," Bardock stated. "Take care of the reinforcements and leave the rest to me."

Fasha nodded in understanding. "Got it."

Borgos moved to the side to wipe out any advancing troops.

While his crew covered him, Bardock gave a wolfish grin as he ran towards the tanks. They fired rapidly upon him, but he skillfully dodged all their attacks.

Once he got within range, he slammed his fist through the hard metal of one of the tanks, punching a hole right inside. He released his energy, causing it to expand and exploded from the inside out.

"What the hell!? He punched through that indestructible metal!" one of the inhabitants yelled. "What are these creatures!? Are they really part of Frieza Force!?"

Bardock smiled as he listened their yells of terror. There was nothing like hearing the screams and cries of his enemies. He was barely warmed up and they were already mortified.

God he loved his job.

"Look at that! He has tail!" one of the natives shouted, finally taking noticed of his appendage which was now loose.

"You're right... It's a monkey tail..." someone spoke as dread filled their voice. "It...it can't be..."

Bardock turned towards them and slowly removed his arm from the destroyed tank. He wagged his tail so they could all get a good look at it. "It's just as you fear. What you are facing are the Saiyans, the greatest warrior race in the universe."

The natives stepped back in horror. "Saiyans...! The beasts of death themselves!"

Bardock smirked at hearing that title. "Too bad for you lot. You should have just submitted quietly to the Frieza Force. Now, you have to witness this horror before you die." He wagged his tail more as he spoke each word. "Although, you're luckier than most, since there's no full moon tonight. So you don't get to see the real beasts of death."

"We will never submit to your kind!" one of the inhabitants yelled, regaining their courage. "Rather you're part of the Frieza Force or the devil himself, we will burn our planet before we give it to Frieza!"

"That right! We'll fight to the last person!" another one shouted.

"Such a noble sentiments," Bardock mocked. "Too bad you're far too weak to make good on your words." He raised his hand and vaporized the entire group of natives with one energy attack. "In this universe, only the strong have the right to live. Those who are weak shouldn't even bother to be born."

With that group of trash dealt with, he went back to work on destroying the remaining tanks.

They did get some good shots in. Some of the blasts from the tanks damaged his armor, leaving parts of his chest exposed and burnt, but nothing too serious. He had far worst.

Within less than an hour, Section Z was cleared.

"Hah, that was too easy," Shugesh bragged once Tora and he rejoined with the group. "You would expect better from a bunch that gave the Frieza Force such a hard time."

Tora looked over the remains of the resistance. "Not surprising. Frieza hardly sends his best these kinds of world. From what I've gathered, everyone thought this would be a quick purge."

"Well, their mistake works to our benefit," Bardock stated as he took a bite out of one of the natives. They didn't taste very good. That didn't just looked like lima beans, they tasted like them too. "With this conquest, we may finally be recognized by King Vegeta. Hell, maybe Frieza himself will take notice of us. This is our second purge just this week."

Fasha huffed as she wiped her brow. "I doubt that. You know what those elites think about us."

"They can't ignore us forever," Shugesh said, casually crushing one of the inhabitance's skulls under his foot. "Not only do we take highly dangerous jobs that the elites won't touch, we win."

"Well, before we pat ourselves on the back too hard, we should finish this job," Tora reminded everyone. "We only cleared out one section, after all."

Bardock dropped the remains he was eating and wiped his mouth. "Yeah. I did promise this rock in two days. I hate to go back on my word." He smirked.

They began their advance again. The soldiers of death were on the move.

The commander could only stare at his report in shock. It was completely unbelievable. In a span of just two days, not only did those Saiyans turned the tide of the battle, but they won.

The planet was theirs. Not single one of those filthy lima bean bastards were left alive. He personally made sure that any survivor was executed on the spot. Not a single man, woman, or child was spared. After the hell they put him through this last week, they deserved to be wiped out.

He sighed as he rubbed his forehead. He leaned heavily into his chair. "Somehow, we pulled through. Not only was the planet delivered on schedule, but we managed to save face with Lord Frieza."

"We owe it all to the Saiyans," a nearby soldier said. "That guy, Bardock, and his crew maybe a bunch of conceited apes, but they kept their end of the bargain."

He glanced at his subordinate, but chose not to speak.

He despised saying it, but those monkeys really did saved his ass. Their reputation was well deserved. They were truly beasts on the battlefield.

He had been part of the Frieza Force for a long time. He had battled many monsters who fought to the last man to defend their world and yet, the Saiyans truly scared him. Just a handful of them could take a world that his forces struggled with. To add further insult, these were a bunch of their weakest fighters.

He was far from an expert on the Saiyans' ranking system, but he knew the basics. There were the lower and low class warriors, the medium class, and then the elites. Most of the Saiyans were ranked as lower to low class. Only a few hundred were considered medium class. Out of the elites, only a few were classified since they were hand chosen by their king. The king himself was literally in a class of his own, some times referred to as a super elite.

If their lower class fighters could do such damage, how powerful were their medium calls soldiers? Hell, how strong were their elites?

He shivered just thinking about it.

From what he'd been told, Bardock and his team were comprised from the lowest of the low by Saiyans' standards. They were the grunts given trash worlds because they were considered weak. And yet, they took this world with such eased. Were these standouts? Or perhaps….the Saiyans were becoming more powerful.

He narrowed his eyes. He had to report these fears to Lord Frieza.

"Tell Bardock that he has my highest gratitude," he finally spoke after several minutes of silence. "I will report his success to Lord Frieza himself."

He didn't like this, not one bit. The Saiyans were becoming too powerful. At the rate of their growth, their might would surpass the Frieza Force. There was no way he could allow a band of monkeys to upstaged the greatest army in the universe.

By his pride, he wouldn't allow it.

First chapter is done. The main story haven't moved, but we get some insight into the Frieza Force, the Saiyans, and Bardock. Ease into adventure I guess we can say.

Until next chapter.