A/N: Sorry for the wait, everyone! I had to take care of some stuff and that took some time. The only reason I even posted anything on my other story is because it was already written.

Anyway, here's the next chapter. It ended up a bit longer than I thought, but it was for the better in my opinion. As always, leave a comment on what you think so far, and what you'd like to see.

Festival

"Wow! I haven't seen the planet like this in a while!" Gine exclaimed.

The festival was already in full swing when Bardock and his family arrived. Raditz was walking to his right, trying to look brave but noticeably nervous, while Gine was to his left carrying young Kakarot.

The place was full of people. A lot were chatting and eating from the many, many food stands, while others were naturally sparring. On a corner he saw that odd group talking about the Saiyan God, but he ignored when he reached the main event...

"The Super Saiyan Tournament!" Raditz exclaimed, looking excitedly at his father.

Whenever they all gathered, all Saiyans who wished took part in the tournament to determine who was the strongest, and the winner was deemed the Super Saiyan.

"You should join, Bardock," Gine told him. "You were always the strongest in our squad. I'm sure you can win it."

"That's right," they heard behind them.

The family turned around and found Tora and the rest of the squad approaching them.

"Gine!" Fasha clasped the woman's hand. "How's the meat center treating you?"

"Hey, kiddo," Tora greeted Raditz. "I heard you're already doing missions."

"I'm partners with Prince Vegeta!" the small Saiyan puffed his chest.

"Prince Vegeta?" Shugesh asked. "What a pain in the ass."

The group started laughing, including Gine.

"So what's gonna happen, Bardock?" Fasha asked, giving Kakarot back to his mother. "You're gonna fight in the tournament?"

"I'm not sure," he said quietly. "I need to find King Vegeta."

"He's gonna be watching the tournament like every time," Tora informed him. "Plus, Prince Vegeta is going to be a participant."

"Is that so?" Bardock grinned. "Then I guess I'll join, and Raditz too."

"Huh?" his son blinked several times.

…...

"I'm only going to say this once," the King of all Saiyans said angrily. "Look at how your brother fights, that is how you need to be, Tarble."

"Yes, Father," the prince bowed his head.

King Vegeta frowned. A Saiyan who didn't like fighting? That was bad enough, but he was the prince! What an embarrassment, for the prince of the might warrior race to be so weak and timid! He was planning on sending him away when he received the message from that bastard Freeza.

But not all was lost for the king.

"I don't know why you bother, Father," his other son, Vegeta, said cockily. "I'm more than enough to rule the planet."

"You are," King Vegeta nodded. "Now go and win that tournament."

He and Tarble watched the fighters fill the arena. All great warriors, but all of them were low class, unlike him and his son. Out of all of them only one stood out, a warrior with a scar on his cheek he sometimes heard the soldiers talking about.

A warrior who, unlike the rest, was walking up to him, a young boy trailing behind him.

"King Vegeta," the man nodded.

"You are..." he thought back to those conversations. "Bardock."

"Yes," Bardock said. "Our sons are partners."

"Are you participating in the tournament, Raditz?" Prince Vegeta asked. "You're almost as weak as my brother."

"I am not!" he said nervously. "I'll beat you and become the Super Saiyan!"

"We'll see about that," the prince said as the two ran to the arena.

"You're not joining us, King?" the man asked.

"No need," he replied. "I already know I'm the strongest."

"Spoken like a true king," Bardock chuckled. He then grew quiet, and for a moment looked at the night sky. At Freeza's spaceship. "Our sons traveled home from very far, didn't they? And not just them. My team was almost done conquering Gossamer when we got called back.

"I wonder what's so important we all had to gather here."

King Vegeta was looking at the sky as well. At the man's words he briefly glanced at him, and saw him glancing back. Perceptive man, he commended. "I guess we'll find out when Lord Freeza tells us. You're going to be late if you don't hurry."

Bardock glanced at him again, then headed for the arena.

Let's see if your strength matches what is said about you, the King thought, going to the seats more interested than usual.