Dragon Ball Governed:

Chapter 30

"Past Pieces Resurface"


Special missions were perhaps the most uncommon thing on Planet Vegeta; very rare did a group of warriors receive a mission with more importance than the others as all assignments were taken very seriously. But this mission? The potential profit alongside the strength of its inhabitants convinced King Vegeta that he would need the entirety of the mid-class squadron to see this particular assignment through.

The one leading the brigade was none other than Bardock himself.

Whenever Toma asked him how he felt about his new promotion through their scouter, all Bardock had to say was, "It's a great honor, but I can't say that the excitement is still there." And truth be told, status wasn't something that Bardock always concerned himself over. The only thing he ever worried about was the action that came with his assignments. And even then, fighting got boring at times.

Bardock rose through the ranks as some low-class common soldier. The only thing that ever made him stick out like a sore thumb was how much passion he took in making sure every man survived every single campaign. He hated it when a soldier fell on a honest job. And now that he was a Saiyan colonel, he was pretty much bound to have many Saiyans look to him as a legend of hope later on down the road.

Though even the greatest of men couldn't rise up without some controversy or objection. Zorn's child, Zima, was undeniable proof of this. Because of that reason, Selypa felt the need to chime in. "Well I certainly hope you don't end up like the last great Saiyan colonel."

Having a feeling that he knew to whom Selypa was referring, Toma asked, "You mean Paragus?"

"Mhm," Selypa answered.

"Why? What happened to him?" Bardock asked.

The story of Paragus' exile was known to most Saiyans within the higher hierarchy as the commoners solely speculated on what the reason was for Paragus being sent away. Newly promoted soldiers didn't even know as it was kept confidential as King Vegeta worried about potential protest from those that believe strongly in strength.

"I don't know the story," Selypa told Bardock. "But Paragus and his son were shipped off to some frontier world. Even if they were exiled, they never once came by over the years."

"It's because he knows what's good for him and his son," one of the accompanying Saiyans spoke via the scouter. "If Bardock truly were a traitor and exiled, he'd know better than to come back, too."

Bardock initially found the comment insulting, but he didn't open his mouth. There was a part of him that felt that there were peers of his that envied him for being able to come out from underneath such adversity, rising through the ranks to one of the most skilled warriors ever. He saw the looks on some of his peer's faces whenever they looked at him, especially the higher-class Saiyans that had been promoted long before him, though despite their facial expressions, Bardock knew for a fact that they wouldn't ever say anything disrespectful to him directly - the very most they could do was throw a bit of shade here and there, but he didn't typically care. This comment felt different. He knew his position and so did the others and Bardock. Before Bardock did change his mind and ask if the man had something on his mind, Toma spoke up. "Say, Bardock. Why do you think that kid could have been accusing you of being a traitor? I know for a fact that you aren't, but there must be a reason that he was out pointing fingers. Honestly, I figure he could have gotten you mixed up with somebody else."

"That's implying that there's still a mole amongst our ranks," one of the other soldiers added.

If anyone else were to ask Bardock that question, the scarred warrior would begin reading between the lines of it, but he knew Toma held no ulterior motives and was genuinely curious. Though Bardock knew why, he played it safe and lied anyway. "I have no clue." Despite the fact that the kid was trying to put him down, deep down Bardock couldn't help but feel bad for the boy and his fate.

"Well, the group of soldiers that kid was fighting with is going to need another replacement," Toma told the others. "And I don't even think there will be anyone up to par with Zima. He has the greatest potential amongst his generation."

"Had," Nappa corrected, "as far as we know, the brat's dead now." The bald Saiyan was rather disappointed in how things turned out with Zima. The kid was working alongside his own son, Choy, who was undoubtedly on the path of becoming one of the greatest warriors of his generation, especially since he had Zima to guide him. But of course, things didn't turn out like he had envisioned.

"There's a perfect replacement for Zima's old group," Bardock brought up.

This caught the attention of those that weren't even intentionally listening in on the conversation. Curious, Toma asked, "Who?"

Bardock wished he could just see the look on Toma's face whenever he told him. "Taro."

Complete silence over the communication channel. Taro was a name only familiar to Selypa, Bardock, and Toma. The others didn't even know who the hell the kid was.

Toma didn't have any particular reaction to this. He was quiet for a bit and thought about it. The possibility that the child could actually become half as decent a soldier as Zima was virtually impossible, though then again Bardock was a Saiyan to show that he can do what was deemed impossible.

But still...Taro?

It was just too hard for Toma to believe.

"Ya know, Selypa," Toma started. "we can try for another one if you'd like."

"In your dreams, pal."

Given how the two had spoken to another recently, anybody unfamiliar with them both would be under the impression that Selypa and Toma never had anything going on - that they only looked at one another as associates, working for the same cause. But the initial reaction Toma had to his son's power-level was disappointing, so much that she was put off by him. But if a time ever came where the two had to save one another's lives, they'd do so in a heartbeat, though they would never admit so out loud.

Bardock knew that all Toma needed was to see it with his own eyes to believe it. "Just go see the brat whenever you get the chance. He lives back where we all used to hang out."

"Back when the whole gang was still alive?" Toma asked.

Bardock let out a little huff. "Yeah." He never really thought about all the losses he's suffered over the years. Taro and Leek both died back to back just about. And now it was Totapo and Pumbukin. These were people that Bardock pretty much grew up with. Now there were only three of them.

He had to admit. This profession wasn't for the weak hearted.

"Well, I think I'll pass."

Toma didn't see the point in going see the kid, but there was a part of him that was insanely curious.


A group that consisted of five was reduced to four, pushed back up to five, and then reduced to three.

The crew that once consisted of Brok, Rabe, Elery, Choy, and Zima was far different now. There were once three children and two adults. Now there were three children. And of these three, one of them was replaced.

By none other than Taro.

Once Brok and Rabe were taken care of, Taro led his crew to another planet, which was very little of a challenge for Taro, though being difficult for Elery and Choy. Due to his great strength and natural leadership, the kid was able to look after the both of them and guide them to another successful assignment.

But still, Elery and Choy were pretty beat up. Pieces of their armor was broken off and they had bruises all around their wounded bodies. In comparison to them, Taro only had dirt and dried blood of his victims plastered over his skin and apparel.

The three were atop a narrow, dirt mountain, basking in the bright sun that was covered with the smoldering smoke from below. Taro looked down at the piles of bodies burning as Choy and Elery regained their strength by eating the extra rations they got from Brok and Rabe. After all, those two weren't going to be needing it any time soon.

All of this still took a lot for Choy to get used to. He missed when Zima was on the team. As he was thinking about it, he just so happened to let his thoughts come off the tongue. "Man, I really wish Zima was here."

Even though Zima went out of his way to pick on Taro a while back, Taro didn't show any satisfaction in the fact that Zima had been exiled. He didn't feel good or bad about it. Hell, for all he knew, Zima could have actually been a decent comrade. After all, Choy was associated with him but turned out to be okay to hang with. Having nothing to say about him, Taro kept his mouth shut.

Unlike Taro, Elery definitely had something on her mind. "Zima was an ass. He had it coming to him."

Choy could see on the look of her face as to why she was angry, and he didn't understand why. Elery was typically soft spoken and conservative, but it was the nice Saiyans that were worrisome whenever they grew agitated or worse yet - angry. Once before Choy witnessed her explode and he sure as hell didn't get any hugs.

"I know one thing...when she gets like that, I need to leave." Choy took off the ground and into the sky, leaving Taro and Elery be.

Once Choy was out of sight, Taro turned around to face Elery, who was looking down on the ground with her fists clenched. Her cheeks were so red that for a split second, Taro could have sworn that he saw fumes being emitted from her face. Despite all that, he didn't make the decision on leaving. He stayed and asked Elery, "Why did he have it coming to him?"

Any Saiyan that ever participated in genocide deserved any bad thing that they had coming to them, but death in battle was equivalent to breathing for the Saiyans so they didn't see the wrong in it.

So for whatever reason Elery felt that Zima got what he deserved, showed Taro that it was more than likely personal.

Taro was slow to approach her. Elery felt her entire body radiating heat, so much that Taro felt like he was on the verge on entering a sauna. The pressure of her intense power caused the wind to blow furiously and made the rocks begin levitating. But the closer Taro got to her, the more Elery felt his soothing vibe - one which began to assuage her near uncontrollable emotions.

Once they were just a few inches from contact, Taro grabbed her by the shoulder and lifted her chin with the side of his index finger. "You can trust me."

Such was the total opposite of what was advised for most Saiyans coming up, especially those of higher rankings. Most managed to survive because they looked out for themselves and themselves only, which naturally drew Saiyans to mistrusting one another, even if they were on the same team.

Elery was extremely hesitant to open up. Most Saiyans would take advantage of one's traumas, but Elery knew that there were good people out there. Her mother was proof of it. And besides, she could tell that Taro genuinely cared.

The first time she spoke, it was a simple mutter, one so soft that Taro couldn't hear despite being right in her personal bubble. Realizing he didn't catch it, she just said it out loud. "They forced me to mate with them unwillingly." At her current age and even then, she wasn't fertile and capable of giving birth to children. It was a gut feeling telling her that she was being taken advantage of and the only way to protect herself as a Saiyan being through her own power wasn't even enough. A Saiyan always relied on their strength to not only defend themselves, but kill. The fact she wasn't able to do either really tore her ego and having no other choice but to work with them was mentally tormenting.

With tears running down her cheeks, her voice cracked in more ways than one. "They violated me…"

Though Elery wasn't violenting shaking like earlier, her tail was still wildly lashing side to side.

Feeling his warm, hairy monkey-like tail brush up against hers caused Elery to make eye-contact with Taro. With a slight grip, he began to caress it, eliciting a pleasurable feeling that calmed the young girl's nerves. This was what his own mother did to him to calm him down, so Taro figured it'd work for her as well.

With a smile that could brighten anyone's day, Taro said, "I'm glad that we killed those two bastards. People like Brok and Rabe aren't true Saiyans."

"You're right," Elery agreed.

"And there's one thing you were right about as well," Taro added.

Curious, Elery asked him, "What?"

"Zima had it comin'."


If death was really absolute nothingness in this world, Zima would have very much preferred that instead of waking up. Despite the grave injuries, his body signalled that it was time to wake up. The young Saiyan's eyes fluttered. He made out that there was a cave from the ceiling. Just turning his head made him groan in pain. And as soon as he looked directly out through the opening of the cave, he shut his eyes closed with haste.

His sounds caught the attention of the other two that were looking over him. The younger of the two was sure that this person wouldn't manage to survive this, but as expected, his father was right yet again. Paragus was always right. The man was older with a greying beard and subtle wrinkles beginning to take form.

Broly, curious as to this person, began to walk over to him. Paragus took notice of this and was quick to grab his tall, muscular son by the arm and hold him back. He didn't even need to speak. The look in his eyes told Broly that he didn't want him to go near the boy at this very moment.

Broly turned back to the kid, who could be seen rubbing his eyes and shaking his head. He had been out for weeks, but luckily due to force feeding him and making sure he was breathing, he managed to see this day alive.

However, his survival came at a great cost - irreversible damage to be exact. Zima had burns and scars all over his body, which was especially noted on his face. His right eye appeared blue and on the verge of dropping from its socket. His hands were burnt so badly that the bone could be seen.

The only part of him that didn't appear to be as grotesque was his chest area, due to the chestplate he had protecting him, but there were still obvious burns plastered all over his body.

Paragus knew for a fact that this kid was a Saiyan due to his hairless tail, which looked like a mix of pink and red. Part of him even wondered if the young warrior was still capable of taking form under the full moon.

"Good morning," Paragus greeted him.

Zima lifted himself up and placed his back against the wall of the cave. Each every single movement elicited a slight groan or heavy wince, but being a destined Saiyan elite, Zima was very much used to pain.

"It's good that you survived."

Zima looked at the man and the taller, yet younger person. All his life, Zima was around Saiyans and he didn't even need to take a second look to realize that these two were Saiyans just like him. The main giveaway was the tail wrapped around Paragus' waist. He was a trained warrior, no doubt.

But still, he never saw this man in his entire life. Zima couldn't help but question the old man. "Who the hell are you?" His vocal chords had been so damaged that he sounded like a robot, which was something he immediately noticed. Just speaking hurt his voice so he spoke rather soft, though as quiet as it was, a pen drop could be heard in the cave. The subtle echoes helped as well.

"I am Paragus. Maybe you've heard of me."

It was then that Zima's eyes went wide. He had heard about Paragus, the once great Saiyan colonel and close comrade to King Vegeta. "You're the traitor that was exiled from Planet Vegeta all that time ago!"

"Traitor?" Paragus' voice had pure venom in it when he repeated that word, so much that Broly had to take a step back from him. Paragus' face grew red hot as he clenched his fist. "The only person who happens to be a real traitor is King Vegeta! Boy, do you even know the true story behind why I was sent away?"

Zima shook his head.

So Paragus decided to fill him in on everything. He told Zima on how his son and Prince Vegeta were born around the same time, and it just so happened that Broly had a power-level higher than that of Prince Vegeta! In a mere calm state, just a few years after being inserted into the incubation for Saiyan children, Broly had a record breaking power-level of 920. And this isn't even mentioning when he gets mad. The angrier Broly gets, the more powerful he becomes. It's as if he has no limit in power. Paragus wrapped up his story by speaking on why he came to this planet and how they were trapped.

Hearing all of this left Zima's mouth agape. He was left speechless after hearing everything. Broly spoke before Zima could render a verbal reaction. "Why are you here?"

It was then that Zima's surprised had been replaced by the same rage that Paragus had just mere moments earlier. The kid jumped right up on his feet, scowling.

"You and I aren't that different. There was a traitor amongst our people, a man who went by the name of Bardock. I've always suspected that he killed my father Zorn because he was there the moment he died and the people that they fought were just far too weak to be able to take my dad out completely. My suspicions were confirmed when I saw Bardock kill one of his own comrades to allow his treacherous son to escape. I went to the King but he took the traitor's word over mine!"

"And he had you sent here…" Paragus concluded as if he already knew the story.

"Exactly," Zima hissed. "Vegeta and that traitor need to pay."

Never before had Paragus felt like he could ever relate to anyone to such a strong degree, especially a mere child. He approached Zima and placed his hand on his shoulder. "No. It's just the King who needs to pay. With all these years of reflecting, I've come to realize that Vegeta is an unworthy King, one that will keep his own people down as long as his lineage retains the throne and status as leader over his people. I wouldn't dare try to take the King's place out of respect, but the fact that he shows fear of my son's power tells me all I truly need to know. For years, I've been training my son in combat for one day justice will be served. Once we cut the head off the snake, everyone else will fall in line."

Zima nodded his head. Paragus truly did make a great point. If not for King Vegeta, Zima would have at the very least gotten an opportunity later on to kill the scarred warrior. But with Vegeta sending him out, he's basically rendered him no possible chance for proper justice.

"I couldn't agree more."

Zima was now willing to do whatever it took and wait however long for their single chance to right the wrongs of King Vegeta.

Broly just so happened to be along for the ride, knowing he was the main weapon. And well...he didn't mind Zima's unexpected arrival. He's always wanted a friend.


For the past few days, Chi-Chi had been following Kakarot throughout space. She was so focused on the Saiyan that the woman didn't even bother in taking a step back and sucking in the glorious atmosphere that was space. She had to concern herself over Kakarot's destination and make sure to keep the Macareni gang in check.

Knowing exactly where Planet Namek had to be, the three siblings were rather surprised that Kakarot's ship wasn't going in the right direction.

"The idiot is closing in on the planet's location, but he isn't taking the proper route to land there." This elicited laughter out of her little brother, Getti.

"You never know," Chi-Chi mumbled. "He might not know after all." With a grin of mischief plastered over her face, she turned around to face the three. "I'll just have to get a headstart."

There was a lot of talk about the inhabitants of Planet Namek and how the people there were powerful sorcerers. Because of this, many people stayed away. With the lack of presence of Namekains out in the world, more and more rumors about them spread - some containing truth with big dabs of lies here and there.

"But why go there?" Pasta asked.

Chi-Chi didn't answer Pasta and wandered around in her own thoughts. If the Namekians are truly anything like Kami of Earth, then she knows she won't have a problem getting along with them after all.

"Just tell me how to turn in," Chi-Chi demanded him.

Pasta felt goosebumps go all over from Chi-Chi's sudden raise in voice. Knowing better than to object her, he did as told. "Alright, alright…"

Just as Kakarot was seen making a turn to head over toward Planet Yoyu for directions over to Planet Namek, he caught eye of a ship from afar headed toward a green little light. Squinting his eyes, Kakarot realizes that what appears to be a simple star from afar is actually a planet.

He turned his head and shrugged his shoulders. At first, he brushed it off as some Freeza members headed to an assignment, but he took another look at the ship before it completely left his sight.

It looked just like the one that followed him toward Planet Earth!

Kakarot's thin lips curl into a menacing grin. "Maybe I ought to get payback for that cheap shot from earlier."

Letting a simple petty matter get to him, Kakarot changed directions.

Though little did he know he was headed right for the planet that he intended on asking directions for.

Any Planet is complicated, no matter how plain or harmonious they look.

The most simple way to describe Planet Namek was an inverse version of Planet Earth. The sky was green and the grass was blue, and the color of the planet's water matched the former. In addition, the planet had two suns that shined constantly, so everything was highlighted and bright as could be.

Though despite the fact that there are two suns, it wasn't all that hot. It felt good with a good decent bit of light and nice winds to boot.

Chi-Chi was really hesitant to exit the ship because this was unchartered territory for her. Visiting a different town on Planet Earth was the extent of what she figured travel could be, but intergalactic travel? That was entirely something different. She wasn't sure if she'd survive this planet's conditions. After all, it wasn't anything like Earth.

Or so it seemed.

When asked what's wrong, Chi-Chi spoke of how she didn't know whether or not it'd be safe for her to leave. Pasta and the others were quick to reassure her that everything will be fine since they hop from planet to planet all the time. The only reason a planet would be inhospitable would be because of the lack of resources, not because of oxygen or anything. It was all pretty much the same - if you exclude gravity and weather of course.

Gathering the confidence to head out, Chi-Chi tells all three of them, "Stay put when I get out. And don't try anything funny while I make sure everything is safe, alright?"

The three give her a thumbs up, an okay sign and a wink.

The first three minutes after stepping out, Chi-Chi walked around and got herself caught up in the serene ambiance of the planet. When she walked away to a far enough distance, the ship that she arrived in Namek in started up.

Chi-Chi turned around eyes wide. As soon as she began to generate a ki attack, the ship was already blasting off.

But not even a second later, the ship was put to an absolute halt. Pieces of Pasta's ship came crashing down in a heap of fire and smoke.

Chi-Chi didn't do anything at all to cause such damage. She tried to feel for their life forces, but to no avail. Instead, she got another signal. One that she didn't expect to witness so soon.

With Kakarot's face barely being visible through all the smoke, the only thing he had to say was, "Well, well, well…"

Chi-Chi clenched her fist and started to seeth through her teeth. There was no doubt in her mind that Kakarot spotted the ship, recognized it, and followed them. They were riding up too close on him from behind.

"It's sweet of you to have followed me and lead me to the planet I was actually looking for." From where he landed, Kakarot got a few good looks at the Namekians as he came here through the air. Curious, Kakarot asked her, "What is it that you could possibly want?"

With no need to lie, Chi-Chi responded truthfully. "I came to wish back the one person you took away from me all those years ago. And if I can't bring him back here either, I'll be glad to have you meet him in the otherworld."

Kakarot chuckled. "That is, if your father is in hell. Also, I've come for similar reasons and I have no intentions on letting anybody stop me."

"You having no intentions of such can cost you your life," Chi-Chi retorted.

"Or yours," Kakarot rebutted.

Chi-Chi was quick to launch herself right for Kakarot, who blocked the first elbow and swipe for the face. He backed up more and continued to swat away her quick jabs and clawed attempts. He grabbed her by the arm and tossed her over to the side.

Chi-Chi performed a side-flip mid-air and fired a ball of ki toward Kakarot, which was deflected back for her. Chi-Chi reacted quickly and cancelled the energy blast out with one of her own. As their vision was blurred, Kakarot took this as the opportunity to make his first move. Chi-Chi knew he was behind her, but happened to be too slow to react.

A brutal knee to the back sent her sliding on her stomach.

Chi-Chi was quick to get back up, but before she could make another move, three Namekians slammed down right between them: one tall and slender, the other short and chubby, and the last being tall and ripped.

Kakarot didn't say a word as Chi-Chi stays in awe at the presence of these three.

The three Namekians were quick to survey the surroundings and immediately ask what is it that they could possibly want. The thought of them wanting the Dragon Balls came across their minds, but they didn't deem it to be very likely.

But Kakarot and Chi-Chi exclaim at the same time that they want a wish of their own granted.

"Both of you?" one of them asked.

And yet again, Kakarot and Chi-Chi answer the same simultaneously.

One thing that the Namekians note is the evil in Kakarot and the purity in Chi-Chi. However, the tricky part was that neither of the two had any evil intentions on the planet. But it'd be better safe than sorry to beware of them both since they were unknown people - Kakarot especially.

"We'll let Saichoro decide if either of you are worthy," one of the Namekians said.

"And then we'll see if we can work something out."