Edited on 03/20/20:

Disclaimer: The Following is a fan-based creation. Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, Dragon Ball GT, and Dragon Ball Super are all owned by Funimation, Toei Animation, Shueisha and Akira Toriyama. Please support the official release! :

"- "= Speaking.

'-'= Thinking.

"- "= Attack.

Last time on Dragon Ball Z...

After the 23rd Tenkaichi Budokai, with his climactic battle with the son of the Demon King Piccolo over, Son Goku had married the daughter of the Ox-King Chi-Chi. They eventually had a son a few years later, named Gohan after Goku's beloved grandpa. After Gohan's birth, a period of peace elapsed for the next five years. Even though there were no threats to earth, Goku still trained intensely. He even forced his friends Krillin, Yamcha, Tien Shinhan, and Chiaotzu to train with him. It was some... intuition. He felt something or someone with a malicious intent approach the planet. Goku knew he had to stay prepared with this thing and Piccolo on the loose...

Chapter 1: Strange Encounters...

In the far reaches of the north, a streaking ball of fire approached the snowy mountains. It crashed through trees before furrowing through the ground and stopping. As the smoke cleared, it revealed a metal spherical ship, the cool temperature in the area rapidly cooling the ship.

With a hiss, the ship opened as a man stepped out. He was tall and muscular, with rough features. His appearance comprised long, spiky black hair with a prominent widow's peak, and he was wearing brown and black colored Battle Armor. On the left side of his face was a white device with a green visor.

The man shifted his neck and an audible pop rang through the forest as he loosened his body. He looked around and frowned.

"How is this planet still in this condition? I knew Kakarot was weak, but even he should have been able to eradicate this rock. Speaking of which, I need to find my weakling of a brother."

BEEP!

The man tapped the device on his face as it beeped rapidly. It settled finally in a strange language.

"Huh, 775. That must be Kakarot?! No one else could have that high of a BP on this dump. Well, no time to waste."

Crouching down, the man blasted off the ground, sending trees and snow flying for miles, as he flew off covered in a white flaming aura.

Wastelands...

In the rocky desert of the east, a person was seen meditating. He possessed green-colored skin with yellowish-colored patches on his arms and legs and pointy elf-like ears. He was extraordinarily tall, dwarfing the average human, and built like a statue. Wearing purple Gi, a red obi, brown shoes, a weighted turban, and a weighted cape, he was overall an intimidating figure.

Meditating, the man felt something appear in his ki senses. Snapping his eyes open, he tilted his head to the right. His brow furrowed as a thought passed through his mind.

"Humph... Son Goku... have you come to meet your demise already?"

However, the figure who stopped before was no Son Goku. Dressed in strange alien armor and sporting a mane of black hair, the man could only conclude that he was an outsider. The alien looked surprised, his mouth becoming slack.

"Kakarot, the fuck happened to you?!"

The green-skinned man quirked his hairless brow as he spoke,

"Who the hell's Kakarot? Never mind that, what the hell do you think you're doing in Piccolo's territory?!"

The alien suddenly laughed he bent over, grasping his stomach.

"You got to be shitting me?! Who names their kid something as stupid as Piccolo?!" the man cackled.

Piccolo snarled as a vein formed on his forehead.

"How dare you insult me!"

Piccolo lifted his hand as a ball of green energy crackled to life.

"Perish, you worthless human! DEMON BLAST!"

The energy ball expanded into a wave of emerald energy that shot at the smirking alien. The attack completely enveloped his form, obscuring him from Piccolo's vision. The attack continued, impacted the ground in the distance, forming a blast comparable to the size of 10 nuclear explosives combined.

"Heh, teaches shit-stains like him to badmouth the Great-"

It was then that Piccolo realized two things: his wrist hurt like hell and he could still the alien in front of him. He looked slightly damaged, his armor riddled with burn marks, and he was grasping Piccolo's hand.

"What the fuck?!" the son of the Demon King exclaimed.

"First, rude, attacking me like that! Second, not a human. And third, how the hell did you increase your power by that much? It jumped from 775 to 982 in an instant! What did you-"

Piccolo interrupted him, slamming him with a left hook in the face. The surprise attack sent the alien flying, blood spewing out his mouth. He crashed into a rocky spire and landed on the ground, sending waves of sand spraying into the air. Piccolo lightly shook his head as he gazed down at the dazed man below him.

"You talk too much."

The alien leaped to his feet, and an excited smirk found itself on his face.

"Hehe, you're right, we haven't properly met, huh? Well names Raditz, a proud member of the Saiyan Race. You green man, your name was- Piccolo, right? Heh, it doesn't matter, all I need to know is where Kakarot is!" the alien warrior yelled.

In a burst of power, a white flame of aura blazed to life around Raditz, making a sandstorm swirl to life around him. He dashed at Piccolo, as the green warrior went into a stance, an emerald aura raging to life.

Raditz went in for an ax fist before Piccolo batted the appendage aside, smashing an uppercut into the Saiyan's stomach, making him wheeze. Piccolo roundhouse kicked Raditz, sending him flying into a rock spire. Piccolo flickered next to the falling Raditz and grabbed his face, continuously bashing the alien's face to the rough surface, cracking the device on his face. Stopping, Piccolo grabbed the Saiyan's hair and spun in the air and threw Raditz to the ground, cratering it and sending smoke into the air. As the smoke cleared, he heard a shout.

"ENOUGH!" Raditz screamed in rage, a bright light flashing off his body. Piccolo widened his eyes at this and covered his face with his arms.

Disappearing in a flicker, he slammed a sidekick in Piccolo's back, making him yell in pain. He flickered on more, appearing above Piccolo's dazed form and punted him into the ground, making a crater. He spread his arms out as two crackling spheres of violet ki sparked to life in Raditz's palms. Bringing his hands together, he mixed the two spheres, forming a beach ball-sized ball of ki. The attack glowed a fearsome purple, giving the area a purple hue.

"ROT IN HELL! SATURDAY CRASH!"

The ball shot forward into a beam, hitting the shocked Piccolo. The impact of the beam shook the area around them for miles, bathing the sky purple. The blast formed a mushroom cloud the size of a small city, sending hurricane-level winds ripping across the landscape. Sandstorms formed all around the desert, obscuring the sun, causing Raditz's vision to obscure.

"AHHHHHHHHGGHHH!"

Piccolo dispelled the rough weather with a shout, his condition revealed. He was revealed to be in horrible condition, his cape and turban being practically in tatters and his Gi was in a slightly better condition. Piccolo ripped his cape and turban off and powered up, his emerald aura swirling. His face was in a permanent snarl, and it shocked Raditz to see two antennas on his forehead.

"A Namekian!" Raditz shouted. Piccolo, because of his acute hearing, listened to this and filed it away for later. Raditz's scouter beeped wildly before stopping at a number.

"What the FUCK! 1,670! That Bp's higher than mine!"

Wasting no time, Piccolo disappeared from the ground, causing tremors to rock the landscape, and appeared in front of the shocked Raditz. He backhanded the Saiyan, making him shoot towards to the right, before reappearing above Raditz and sending a vicious elbow to the warrior's head.

Raditz tumbled into a dune before Piccolo appeared above him, straddling him. He rained blow after blow on the warrior's head, before firmly grasping Raditz's face, his claws digging deep into the aliens' skull. Piccolo opened his mouth wide, displaying his abnormally sharp teeth, as a ball of orange ki swirled to life.

Raditz seeing this flailed around punching the Namekian with all he had but to no avail. Right as Piccolo was about to fire, a lucky punch from Raditz shifted the Namek's head to the right. The Ki blast fired at Raditz, blinding both of them because of the close range of it. Went the light died down, Piccolo was standing over Raditz's broken body, half of it missing. The Demon Prince wiped his chin of the blood that covered it and scoffed at the dying Raditz.

"Feh, pathetic. To think he had the idea to fight me, anyway. Idiotic buffoon."

Piccolo lifted his hand to finish Raditz, as yellow electricity sparked in his open palm.

"PICCOLO, ENOUGH "a man behind them shouted.

Turning around, Piccolo was angry at the sight of Son Goku and his friends, all sporting angry faces. Behind him, Raditz's eyes widened.

"K-Kakar-rot?!" he whispered to himself.

"Heh, Son Goku? Such a surprise to see you. What brings you to my humble abode?"

Before Goku could answer, the human Yamcha interrupted him, charging at Piccolo in a flash of light, sending a punch at him. Piccolo easily caught the punch, but it surprised him at the force of it. Before he could react, Yamcha had kneed him in the stomach, sending spittle flying from his mouth.

'How is he hitting me?! I must be more tired than I thought'

Seeing his cue, Tien Shinhan flashed behind the stunned Piccolo and kicked him and into the distance. Goku and Krillin followed the two humans lead, leaving Chiaotzu alone with the almost dead Raditz. The doll-like midget floated over to the dying Saiyan and handed him a... bean? In his high-pitched voice, Chiaotzu spoke to Raditz.

"Here, take this. With the way Piccolo left you, you need it." the psychic reasoned.

Raditz, seeing no other option, lightly nodded, before Chiaotzu fed it to him. It took a moment for him to swallow the bean before he waited for the effects to take place. And suddenly, in a burst of light, he felt... powerful!