A/N: Okay, guys, so you know how I said this crosses over with Dragon Ball Super? It's more accurate to say, this happens just BEFORE Dragon Ball Super. DBS has a very tight story timeline, it's hard to wiggle anything else in without changing events that are supposed to happen. So, just think of the very first episode of DBS, and this will happen, like, a month or so before that. After Buu was defeated, before Mister Satan gave Goku 100 million zenni. Okay?

This chapter has been updated, you may need to re-read it.

Kress looked around. He was… what was this place? There were racks of clothing, but not like any clothing he knew, it was made out of some kind of flimsy…

No. He'd seen this type of material before.

His mother wore stuff like this.

A woman's scream broke him out of his thoughts, and he turned suddenly, senses scanning for the threat. The woman was screaming at him, and soon was joined by other women, looking at him and screaming, all dressed in…

They… they looked…

"HEY! YOU!" a man said, pointing a gun at Kress. Kress glared, instinctively turning towards the challenge, stepping forward. The man fired, and Kress caught the bullet, looking down at it. The man gasped, stepping backwards and stumbling to the ground.

"You," Kress said, nearing the man who was wetting himself in fear. "What planet is this?" he asked.

The man responded by pointing his gun again, which Kress plucked from his hand before the man could hurt anyone with it. "What planet?" he repeated gruffly.

"E-earth," the man stammered, and Kress felt his heart skip at the proclamation.

"Earth," Kress repeated, looking around at the frightened people, a cold fury in his belly. This planet should be a ball of cinders. But it wasn't. It was alive.

He couldn't name the intense emotions fighting to get out, but pushed them down anyway. Scanning the store for something more more his size and gender, he walked over to the men's section, ignoring the yelling people behind him. He soon found a pair of black sweatpants and a t-shirt that looked large enough for him, and put both on. Then he walked out the door, ignoring the shop keeper's protests, intent on finding out just what the hell was going on here...

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Goten reached the door to HFIL, wondering at the absence of the large blue ogre who usually skulked around here. Making sure no one was close by to try to escape, he reached up to pull the great door open... and could not.

Goten tried again, pulling harder this time, but to no avail.

"Such a mortal response," a voice said from behind him. Goten turned around, to see a Kai with red skin, pointy ears, and long white hair, pulled back in a pony tail. He wore black and red robes, and his eyes... "If the door doesn't open, then you must not have pulled hard enough. As though it were a physical door, not a mystical portal between dimensions," the Kai chided him.

Goten frowned slightly. "You're Komas, the Kai who oversees HFIL," he realized.

"And you're easily distracted," Komas replied, with a sigh.

Goten pursed his lips, then looked towards the door. "Why won't it open?" he asked, then.

Komas nodded. "Finally, a Kai question. Of course, to understand why it won't open, is to understand why it would open, in the first place," he said. At Goten's look of confusion, he sighed again. "Are you a Kai, or aren't you, Kai Goten? Use that mass of goo inside your skull and think about it for a second!"

Goten turned his eyes to the door, thinking for a long moment. "It opened because I wanted to go through," he said, finally.

Komas groaned. "You wanted to go through? Nobody wants to go through a door. Well, unless they're little kids, the children of some species are so easily amused. Was that why you came? To amuse yourself with the door?" he asked, his patience growing thin.

Goten shook his head. "No, I wanted to get advice, from my grandfather. He was here, so I went through the door to see him," he said. "Now I want to be home," he added, looking at the door. It still didn't move.

Komas watched with amusement. "You want to be home, huh?" he asked, gazing at Goten with his cold eyes.

"I want to be with my brother. He's probably up by now, he needs me," Goten clarified, hoping the door would open.

It did not.

"Maybe your brother doesn't need you as much as you think," Komas said with a shrug. He gave Goten a cold smile. "Well, Kai Goten, since you're here anyway, we may as well get to know one another. After all... where your brother's going, we'll be spending a lot of time together..." he said, and began to walk away. "You coming?" he called over his shoulder.

Goten took one last look at the door, and turned to follow Komas. Maybe he would find another way out...

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Kress flew through the air, looking down at the Earth. No sign of any kind of conflict. It was as though there never were androids. Could his brother have lied to him? Kress didn't think that was it. But still, how was this possible? Why wasn't the Earth a dead hunk of rock floating in space?

And how did he get here?

Suddenly, a high power level grazed across his senses, and Kress searched to find where it was coming from. Once he had the general direction, he began to fly towards it. He was willing to bet that, anyone on Earth with a power level this high, was bound to have at least some of the answers he was looking for...

When Kress landed, he found himself inside a compound of large, dome-shaped buildings. One in particular caught his interest; it was shaped like a sphere, and had words written on the side in big letters, letters that were familiar to Kress. "Capsule Corp," he said, reading it. It wasn't a building, he realized upon getting closer; it was a space ship. He scowled suddenly, sensing the strong power he had tracked here emerging from the ship.

Kress's breath caught in his throat. It was none other than Prince Vegeta.

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Vegeta glared at the man standing outside of the gravity room. He hadn't sensed anyone out here; he still couldn't sense him. Was he some kind of android? He wasn't one of the many aids his mate insisted on keeping around the complex; they always seemed nervous when they approached him, putting Vegeta on edge. This man stood tall, stance strong, as he regarded the prince. His eyes tracked Vegeta's movements; that, and the scars across his arms and face told Vegeta the man was no stranger to combat.

Then the man stepped forward... and knelt. Vegeta was surprised by this, he had half-expected the man to attempt an attack, or worse, to try talking to Vegeta about something the woman wanted, but not this. And then, he noticed it. The brown, furry tail that wrapped around the man's waist, outside of his t-shirt.

"You're a Saiyan," Vegeta said, surprised.

The man looked up at him then, his eyes searching Vegeta's face, and said, "I'm Kress."

Vegeta gazed at him for a long moment, before giving an imperceptible nod of his head. Kress stood at the unspoken cue, and Vegeta spoke. "Why have you come to Earth?" he demanded, knowing better than to trust the man just because he was a Saiyan. His encounter with Paragus and Broly had taught him that much.

Kress was silent for a beat, then said, "It wasn't my intention to come here, my prince. I was somewhere else, before... a world in between dimensions. I fell through a door, and ended up here."

Vegeta scowled. "That's the stupidest lie I've ever heard," he said, offended.

Kress's eyes met Vegeta's dead-on. "If I've learned anything in life, it's never to lie to the Prince," he said, and those eyes, they looked haunted, Vegeta could see horror in those eyes. But no deception. He grunted.

"A world between dimensions, huh? Does that mean you're from an alternate universe?" Vegeta asked, thinking about some of the things the future version of his son had said.

Kress frowned at that. "Alternate universe? Maybe. That might explain why the Earth isn't a ball of cinders," he said, tilting his head. "And why you're here, Prince Vegeta, when I know for a fact you've never visited Earth before in your life," he added.

Vegeta grunted at that. "And how would you know that?" he asked, looking the man over closely. Something about him seemed familiar...

"My uncle and I served alongside you," Kress said, and his expression darkened. "Under Frieza."

"Your uncle," Vegeta said, his eyes narrowed.

Kress gave a nod. "Raditz," he clarified.

Vegeta nodded back, now realizing why the saiyan seemed so familiar, and crossed his arms. "You're Kakarot's brat, Gohan," he said, but earned a glare from Kress.

"I earned my name, my prince. I am Kress," the saiyan said, his voice low and dangerous. "I will defend my right to it," he said, his muscles tense, preparing for a fight. Such a thing was to be expected, after all... it was not unusual for a saiyan in command to demand a display of strength from his subordinates by taunting them into a fight, and a saiyan's name was something to be protected, as much as his tail. Or his life. It was the reason Kakarot insisted on being called his human name, Goku, and one of the reasons Vegeta insisted on never using it.

So odd, Vegeta thought. How ironic that the most un-saiyan-like saiyan he'd ever laid eyes on, was in another universe so very steeped in their planet's customs. Vegeta shrugged. "I have no interest in challenging your name, Kress," he said, causing the other saiyan to relax. "But you should know, things have happened differently, here. Our universe's version of you calls himself Gohan. And Raditz died, long ago, at the hands of your father," he said, judging the saiyan's reaction.

Kress's eyes widened at that proclamation. "Kakarot killed Uncle Raditz?" he exclaimed incredulously. He frowned. "That can't be right. Kakarot was a weakling in my universe. Uncle Raditz bested him with one kick! Last I heard, he got sick and died from some disease," he sneered. Dying from such a thing was the worst kind of fate any Saiyan could wish on another... to die, helpless, on your back, from an enemy that made you too weak to live. Most Saiyans would kill themselves in battle upon realizing they had something like that. Family members would often be called upon to provide the battle. At least... family members who cared...

Which Kress obviously did not.

Vegeta could tell, right away, that there was animosity between Kress and his estranged father. The saiyan wouldn't have admitted the shameful way his father had died, if he cared at all for his memory. He sighed. "Kakarot is still alive in this universe," he said, leveling a gaze at the saiyan before him. "And before you go getting any ideas, know this: Kakarot may be a soft-hearted fool, but he is no weakling. And, more importantly," he said, stepping forward dangerously, "I claim all rights to his life."

Kress met Vegeta's eyes then, and Vegeta could plainly see the fire that burned there, the fury and absolute hatred the saiyan harbored within him. He could plainly see the struggle as Kress finally stepped back, inclining his head in deference. Vegeta gave a satisfied nod. He wouldn't have to worry about Kress going off to kill Kakarot.

He, himself, had begun a battle to the death against Kakarot years ago, a battle that had yet to be satisfied, that would not be satisfied, until one of them killed the other. Each of them had died to other foes, and amazingly had come back from that, but Vegeta lived for the day when he would face off against Kakarot for the final time, and it would finally be decided which of them was the victor. Until then, he habitually reserved Kakarot's life for himself, as was within his rights as Prince.

If Kress were a true Saiyan, he would respect that.

"You may remain here until you figure out a way back to where you came from," Vegeta said with a sigh. "And I'll see if my mate can find you something decent to wear. You won't show up in my presence dressed like that," he said, pointing to Kress's stolen attire.

Kress inclined his head gratefully, and followed the prince inside.