Inspired by:
• "A Saiyan Family" by "rimera"
• "The Optimised Wish Project" by "GanHOPE326"
A/N:
You don't need to read my other fics, this is connected to, as the events going on in them, will be explained in this fic.
King Cold was laying on the floor, a bloody mess. He tried to get up, tried to force himself up. Everything in him screaming to get up... but he couldn't, his body was a mass of broken bones. Though, strangely, no fatal wounds had been landed.
The creature that did this to him? Some tiny humanoid. Peach Skin, purple hair, and barely looked like he finished puberty.
Yet the teenager had the power to best King Cold? That would induce all kinds of rage, if the god king of the Frost Demon race, didn't have other priorities.
The boy was stepping over to Frieza's crib. Clutching his sword... ready to murder the child, only a few days old. He stood there, for several moments... with King Cold feeling a level of panic, only a parent could. After far too long of deliberation. The boy put his sword away. King Cold nearly sighed with relief... that is, until the boy picked up the babe, holding him close...
Without saying a word, the boy turned around, and walked out of the room. Taking the baby with him.
Trunks... really didn't know how things had escalated to this. All he wanted to do was save his dimension.
A Bio-Android, named "Cell", had gone rogue and destroyed the world. Killing many people across his planet.
Trunks had gone back in time, to save the future... but his first attempt had failed, sorta.
He ended up saving the future, however, all he really did was push his true reality into a pocket dimension.
He eventually went back to it, and helped kill his realities version of Cell. And from there, the survivors were able to rebuild. Even start traveling across their dimension. It was the size of a galaxy, with countless races which needed help...
Frieza had done a lot of damage. Destroying hundreds of worlds, and enslaving thousands more. After Frieza, and more importantly his father, died... well, the civil war from the rebelling slaves was brutal. The former slaves eventually won, but their planets were devastated by the centuries of harvesting all their natural resources.
Bulma, Trunks' mother, had started an intergalactic relief campaign. Which inevitably resulted in an Alliance between worlds. Even a Galactic Republic.
But that had little to do with Trunks. He mostly knew of this, because he enjoyed time traveling into the future of his reality... but eventually, even that was too small for him.
He decided to return to the main universe. To the future he saved... and saw the horrors Frieza inflicted on his own dimension... were somehow worse here. As entire Star Clusters were destroyed.
Trunks went back to a moment, within King Cold's fortress... just after Frieza's egg hatched... and saw... an opportunity to save this dimension.
Not just Goku, but the Saiyan race, itself, and the dozens of planets just like it. So many trillions of lives... he could save them... if he just had the nerve to remove one monster.
This somehow resulted, in Trunks fleeing some kind of time police... as he carried a defenseless babe. He had run for so long... and now he was surrounded.
As the people were closing in, he pulled out his sword. If they wanted to return this poor child to the man that turn him into a monster... well trunks wouldn't allow it so long as he was breathing.
The army of time cops closed in, hoping numbers could win them this battle. They held no fear of the solar system buster in front of them... but a sound gave them pause.
It was a mechanical wheezing, as the wind picked up, and some kind of blue shrine began to fade in and out of existence. Becoming solid, the "Time Agents" took an instinctive step back... looking ready to flee. Each one of these individuals had enough raw magic to make them a planet buster, and there was a literal army of them, but whatever was in that box truly frightened them.
The doors opened, to reveal a ridiculous looking man... in a tweed jacket, suspenders, and a bowtie of all things.
The young man, as he appeared just a little older then Trunks, stepped out of his shrine. Calmly walking up to the boy.
"Why did you take the baby?" Before Trunks could answer the oddly dressed man elaborated, "Oh I know all about your plan. Raise a weapon powerful enough to act on your behalf, to prevent countless disasters. Total amateur hour for a Time Traveler.
"No, my question is, why him? You could take anyone. Goku mayhaps? You already know he has the potential for both power and raw goodness. You could simply take to training him, when he is younger, and thereby make him more powerful much faster. To take on Cell and your enemies.
"However, that isn't what you did. You took a child, someone who would grow into one of the most evil and villainous monsters in the universe. And thought... what?"
"Don't think I'm ignorant of your FIRST plan. You were going to kill the child in his crib. Save Goku, save the Saiyans, save the countless planets that babe would one day destroy. You took him, because you lost the nerve to kill him...
"So I suppose, a better question is: What if he doesn't grow up the way you intend. Will you kill him then?"
Trunks looked down at the babe in his arms. The boy hadn't even considered what he would do if his plan didn't work. He doubted he had it in him to kill a child he raised himself. The baby looks so innocent right now. Surely he wouldn't go down the same path.
As Trunks thinks, the babe reached out for him, clutching his jean coat. Trunks instantly knew... he didn't have the nerve to kill something so innocent... and he wouldn't be capable of hurting the child, even if things went poorly.
If this tiny baby grewup to be the same monster as before... Trunks wouldn't be capable of stopping him. He might even defend him from the likes of Goku... galaxy be damned.
Because that was the issue, wasn't it? The Frieza, of his time period, destroyed dozens of planets, and enslaved thousands of others. Trunks had seen the aftermath of the galaxy... and it had been left in ruins.
It wasn't just his home planet that needed saving, but countless other civilizations... and it all started with this boy...
Maybe Trunks really was in over his head? But he couldn't leave him with King Cold either. That man will guarantee the infant grows into a monster. His only option, this far into the game, was to go through with his plan, and hope for the best.
The oddly dressed man nodded, as if agreeing with words Trunks hasn't spoken. Then informs all the Time Agents present that Trunks and Frieza are now under his protection. If they still want to fight he would gladly go a few rounds but this will be his one and only warning, "Run". The army of Time Agents suddenly activate their wrist bands and flee in a mass temporal teleportation.
The odd man waved Trunks towards his box... changing their lives forever.
• 12 years later.
"How is the training going?" The Doctor, as who else could this stupidly dressed man be, smiled at the child as the man entered the kitchen.
The 12 year old was already sitting at the table. Pouring himself a bowl of cereal. The boy was in his ultimate form. A snow white exoskeleton, with the occasional purple bump. Notably on his shoulders, chest, and bald head.
"Annoying," Frieza grumbled. "This is a lot harder then I thought it be," He complained as he ate his tiny marshmallows. The Doctor could make him a lush breakfast of bacon and French toast, but the boy preferred his Lucky Charms. The child shoved in a spoon full well asking, "Why can't I do anything fun in this form!?"
"It's been explained to you," The Doctor smiled.
This 'training' was rather simple. The boy was supposed to walk around, in his ultimate form. Do his usual chores and home schooling. While just getting used to holding the form, for as long as possible. Getting used to the strength of it, as well as being able to hold it for as long as possible. If he mastered this, he would never have to return to his base form... like he wanted.
"And don't talk with your mouth full." The Doctor gently scolded.
The boy quickly swallowed, "Sorry... but this training is so stupid. I'm tired all the time and I'm not even doing anything!" The boy suddenly wailed, "Can't you talk to dad?"
The Doctor laughed, "You think he'll listen to me? F.T. is near unmovable when it comes to your training."
"YEAH! But normally we do fun stuff! LIKE SPARRING AND PRACTICING KI BLASTS!!! Right now I'm just kinda walking around in my ultimate form. Is really easy, but I feel drained all the time. So dad won't let me do any proper training! Is totally unfair!" The little boy wailed. He did love to fight.
The Doctor opened his mouth to comment, but a new man entered the Kitchen.
The young man rested a hand on the boy's head, rubbing the exoskeleton, as if it was hair in need of ruffling. The young man had light purple hair... in a bowl cut. So there were worse things then being part of a race without any hair at all, Frieza supposed.
"I know it's hard," Spoke purple hair, "But the longer you hold onto this form, the easier it will be to use it. It will force you to learn control."
Frieza just pouted, "I keep breaking things."
The Doctor shrugged, "Just gives me more things to fix. You know how much I love tinkering," he winked at the child, getting a grin.
"You're the one who said you wanted to be able to walk around in your ultimate form, all the time," The young father reminded. "I know the training for it isn't exciting, but this is how you do it. Though what is wrong with your base form, I can't figure."
"WHAT KINDA SELF RESPECTING BOY WANTS TO RUN AROUND ALL PINK ALL THE TIME!!!" The little boy shrieked. His prepubescent voice hitting a pitch that hurt dogs' ears.
"Use your inside voice," The Doctor lightly scolded, and Frieza immediately adjusted the volume. "Is this about those Klingon kids that were teasing you?"
Frieza shifted in his seat, "... no..." the boy sounded rather unconvincing.
"You are very handsome, no matter what form your in," F.T. assured.
The boy just shrugged, looking all mopey.
"Tell you what," F.T. looked concerned. "We can spend some time training, later today, if you spend the next few hours appreciating your base form."
Frieza suddenly shifted back to his original form not a millisecond later. He now had cotton candy pink skin with occasional patches of white and purple exoskeleton. He even grew horns for his base form, on his much clunkier head, that looked like a naturally occurring helmet.
"Thanks dad," the boy bounced up from the table, and ran out of the room. Nearly tripping on the legs of his pajamas.
Trunks blinked, before looking at the Doctor, "I think we've been had."
The Doctor smiled, "He does have a way of manipulating us, doesn't he?"
Trunks suddenly looked worried, and the Doctor immediately responded by slapping him upside the head. "You seriously need to stop looking for 'evil' traits in the boy. All children are demons that try to manipulate their parents. He is a perfectly normal child, but if you keep freaking out whenever he does something bad, he will live down to your expectations. Just as any child would."
The young man sighed, "I know. Is just easier said then done."
"RELAX F.T. we've done a good job with that boy."
"Please stop calling me that," Asked F.T.
"Alright but it is a bit of a mouthful to call you ' Future Trunks' all the time."
"My name isn't Future." Future Trunks deadpanned.
"True, but it's even more of a mouthful to say 'From an Alternate Reality that no longer exist, Trunks' all the time."
"You could always just call me 'Trunks,' as that's my name."
"We have had this talk before," The Doctor smirked. "Technically this dimension already has a Trunks of it's own. You're a time abnormality, that shouldn't exist but does. From a pocket dimension that you poofed out of existence. Along with, might I add, the entire future of this Galaxy's universe. All because of your amateur Time Travel exploits, completely erasing them. Most embarrassing that, and what kind of friend would I be, if I didn't mock you for your mistakes every other day."
"A better one," Future Trunks commented.
The Doctor shrugged, "The future is always changing. Always shifting. Your mistake? It's something EVERY time traveler has done, at some point. It's unavoidable. I know it doesn't seem like it. But I'm trying to help you come to terms with that. By desensitizing you. Because it will happen again, many times, if you continue to fiddle with time. There are quite literally, trillions of lives in your hands. You either need to learn to deal with it, or retire."
A few hours later, The Doctor was walking past the boy's room... and caught a strange sight.
The boy was standing in front of a long mirror, frowning and poking at his pink arm. He was standing in nothing but his Pokemon underpants with his shorts and Tshirt on the bed.
The boy blushed purple as he looked over at the Doctor. Then hesitantly looked back at the mirror. "Why do I have to be pink?" The boy frowned as he poked his skin again. "People keep mistaking me for a girl!"
"That shrill voice doesn't help," The Doctor smiled and came into the room. Sitting on the bed so Frieza could see him in the mirror.
"GEEZ THANKS!" The boy rolled his eyes then looked back at himself, not at all happy with what he saw.
"There is nothing wrong with the way you look. Pink is a common skin color for your species,"
"SO IS PURPLE!!!" Frieza sneered at the Doctor's reflection. "Why can't I be purple! Pink is just the WORST color!"
The Doctor shook his head. "You don't need to be so worried about being girly.
"That isn't even accurate. Boys and girls aren't really all that different for most species. Some are tough and sporty, where others are gentle and nerdy, and everything in between. Gender has really nothing to do with it. It is more cultural norms that cause the differences, and those are imposed purely by people thinking how others should be.
"You shouldn't be so concerned about what they demand of you. You are beautiful, don't be ashamed of it, own it. Be confident in yourself and most people will respect you for it."
Frieza sighed, "I get it."
"No you don't," The Doctor shook his head. "I have yet to meet a 12 year old that has the slightest bit of confidence in who they are. You're just beginning to figure that out. Your father wants you to be a great warrior and merciful king. I would like it if you lived the life of a scholar.
"It is entirely your decision who you will be, and you don't have to live up to either of our expectations. You could become a stay at home dad, a janitor, a dojo master... A man completely anonymous to history but still just as important as a king. Kings mean nothing without the little people they protect.
"All that matters, is in the end, that your happy. That you grow up into someone who is kind, and doesn't care they are pink. All you have to do is learn to be happy with yourself, and your father and I will be proud whoever you growup into."
Frieza smiled, "You always give the cheesiest speeches," the boy shook his head.
"I'm an old man," The Doctor smiled. "It's my prerogative."
"Thanks Grampa... but I still don't want to be pink," the boy's body began to shift, twisting into an assortment of different forms until turning back into his last. His snow white form with purple patches. Because of this 'Annoying' training, it was much easier to ascend through his various forms. He was a minor shapeshifter by nature. Having a few predetermined transformations locked in his biology. "Once I get used to being in this form all the time I won't ever have to go back,"
"Indeed," The Doctor nodded, "I probably understand better then others, about what it is like to change your face. Although my weirdness seems limited compared to your's.
"This form is still you, but your base form is the face you were born with. It makes up the core of who you are. The stronger it gets, the stronger your ultimate form is. If you stay in this form all the time you won't advance nearly as quickly,"
"Not everything is about power," Frieza shrugged.
"Good lad," The Doctor smiled. "I just wish such a mature sentiment wasn't forged through insecurity. Pink is cool. Don't let anyone tell you different."
"Purple is cooler," The boy snarked. Always wanting to get the last word in, so the Doctor let him.
A/N:
Information gotten from a fic by "rimera" called "A Saiyan Family" as well as the "Alien Species" Wikia.
The Saiyans were once simple Kaiju, giant monsters with a taste for destruction. That is, until they were blessed by a god of Destruction, Beerus, himself. Given a new base form, to better fit in with the rest of Sapient life... while being given the potential for true destructive power.
Their new higher reasoning skills, often warring with their more animal like instincts. Which led to frequent wars and infighting.
Later, a group of advanced alien lifeforms, found their planet. Which had been turned into a wasteland, thanks to the constant infighting of the Saiyans.
These aliens, the Tuffle, thought to save the Saiyan race. Believing them to be simple animals. And brought them to their own planet. Releasing them into their own wastelands.
The Tuffle had no way of knowing, this act of benevolence would inevitably result in the extinction of their own race.
The Saiyans, being curious creatures, ventured out beyond their designated boarders. Frequently venturing into the Tuffle cities. Who would attempt to relocate them back.
The Saiyans, of course didn't understand, as their languages were too different. So the Saiyans would defend themselves from what they perceived as a game. Always up for a challenge, the Saiyans would frequently venture into the Tuffle cities... and then it happened.
The Saiyans began attempting to communicate with the Tuffle... they weren't just animals. They were Sapient lifeforms the Tuffle had inadvertently been oppressing... Some even being kept as pets. The normally peaceful Tuffles, panicked. The first Saiyan, to mimic the Tuffle language... had been the first to die.
A true civil war broke out, while the Saiyans, not understanding why the Tuffles appeared to turn on them, began cutting loose. Even attempting to overthrow the Tuffles but were unsuccessful. Although the Saiyans were bigger in size, and much stronger, they were fewer in number compared to the Tuffles.
What really gave the Tuffles an upper hand was that they had technology, to read the power levels of the Saiyans, and advanced weaponry to hold them off.
Then one night, the Saiyans were able to transform into Oozaru. Their "Great Ape" Kaiju form. Which increased their power by a factor of 10, thanks to the full moon and the resulting "Blutz Waves" that only came once every 42 years. With this new power, they finally annihilated the Tuffles and had the planet renamed to Planet Vegeta, after their great king who led their people to victory.
From there, the Saiyans developed their own society. Though they maintained the law of animals, so the strongest ruled. Regardless, they developed a culture all their own. Perhaps more savage, by most Sapient's standards, but they developed their own definition of peace.
Over the years, the Saiyans also learned how to use the Tuffles' advanced equipment and become smarter and less barbaric, although they still lusted for fighting and destruction.
That is... until they were conquered by another race of aliens. The Arcosians, though frequently referred to as "Frost Demons" for their cold body temperature and ungodly power levels. The weakest of their toddlers could glass a major city, through a single, ill timed, tantrum.
Their warriors could shatter planets. The Saiyans were easily conquered... and through their own laws of "The Strongest rules", they fell into line.
The Arcosians began using them to conquer other worlds. Where all powerful Saiyans were drafted as soldiers, in King Cold's military.
Because of the Saiyans' innate strength and penchant for violence, they were considered to be useful mercenaries, or if assignment called for it, eradication of the planet's population.
Even the weaker Saiyan children, had their uses. As the Arcosians would launch the babies at the weaker planets, such as Earth.
Saiyan young were little more then feral beast. They were filled with an instinctual rage, and without their mother's, they would destroy everything around them. They could easily be used to devastate a planet's population.
Cold made sure to get use out of the Saiyans... that is... until he made a terrible discovery.
King Vegeta stood in horror, as his planet was shattered apart in front of him. For a Crime committed a hundred generations before Saiyans even touched the stars... all because some, likely long dead, half breed crossed their current master.
Cold looked down at the planet, watching it burn. King Vegeta made no comment, showed no weakness... though none could comprehend the sensation of watching his planet burn.
"Where is he?" King Cold growled.
Vegeta kept the outrage, the horror, the sheer need to weep, out of his voice. Instead, he spoke with the dignity of a King. "The wretched thing that stole your youngest son." As the King's scientist recently discovered the beings species. "Was a Hybrid. From long before my people were allowed under your guidance. It was likely working on behalf of it's mother's race."
Cold clutched his fist. He knew, deep down, that was most likely true... but the sciencist class weren't able to identify the mother species... only Saiyan. The other species wasn't in their data banks. Probably from some obscure planet, in the fringes... and there was no way to identify them all. He had been trying, for thousands of years. As he expanded his Empire across the Galaxy.
He may have acted hastily, atomizing the Saiyan Homeworld. Along with everything else in the system. But he had been given hope. Hope of finding his son... only for the lead to be revealed as a dead end... To give someone hope, only to take it away... that would make anyone dangerous.
Regardless, this served as a good reminder to his slaves. If even one of them crossed him, all would be punished.
"The Tuffle once used your children as pets?" Cold spoke casually.
"Yes my lord." King Vegeta nodded. Hoping, what was left of his race, would be spared.
"Cooler has been begging me for a new pet," Cold shrugged. "I would be most appreciative, if you delivered your son to him."
Vegeta made not to flinch. "Of Course, Sire. Tarble will do his best to entertain him."
"While Tarble certainly has the mannerisms of a good pet. I believe Cooler would have a much better time, learning responsibility, if he took to training a more rowdy animal."
Vegeta bowed his head, realizing, losing his favorite son... was better then extinction for his whole race. Besides, Cooler was not like his father... he would be a far more merciful Master.
Trunks stepped off the Doctor's time machine. His feet touching the copy of his homeworld.
Frieza grinned, bouncing beside his father, ready for another adventure... not realizing this would be his last time seeing the blue box.
Trunks turned, to face the Doctor. His blood still boiling. The man hadn't told him... Planet Vegeta had been destroyed, anyway. Trunks hadn't managed to save his race... and the Doctor refused to help them.
Something about fixed points, holding together the rest of reality... and Trunks finally understood what the Doctor had been telling him. Time Travel... It wasn't just easy to kill trillions, with a single mistake... sometimes, you had to let horrors happen, in the name of the greater good...
and Trunks... didn't have the stomach for it. The Doctor had been telling him that, for over a decade, and at last he believed it.
The Doctor smiled, "The Time Agents know better then to enter this Star Cluster. I kinda use it, as a refugee camp. Not that any of the species that inhabit it remember that. But this whole Star Cluster is under my jurisdiction... You'll be safe here."
Frieza blinked, "Aren't you coming, Grampa?"
The old man, with the young face, gave perhaps the saddest smile of his life... matched only by when Susan left his side. He knelt down, and gave the little boy a hug, "No little one. Your dad's finally ready to set out on his own, as children do. Be patient with him, and remember, he loves you very much."
The little boy's eyes started to water, "You'll visit though! Right?"
The Doctor smiled, "Of course I will. After all, even if you aren't living with me anymore, you'll always be my responsibility. And too prove that."
He handed the little boy a lottery ticket. "Bring that, over to that building." he pointed nearby. "They will give you, and your dad, enough currency that you will never have to work again." The man looked over at Trunks, "Be sure to keep him on his homework. And don't forget to have him test out for his G.E.D. and S.T.Ds. when he's ready."
Trunks nodded... feeling... odd...
He was still angry, but the way the Doctor was fussing over them...
"I expect you to swing by, for Christmas dinner." Trunks asserted.
The Doctor smiled, "wouldn't miss it."
"Better not," Frieza hugged his honorary grandfather, as tight as he could. Knowing the man could take it, and couldn't push him away. "I know how you drive."
Timeline:
This takes place after "Metal Heart", my "Astro Boy" / "Doctor Who" crossover fic. Between the Doctor Who Episodes "The Snowmen" and "The Bells of Saint John". So after the Doctor has become aware of Clara, but before she found him.
Sequel / Spin off:
• "Lord Uzumaki"
The 10th Doctor lives on Naruto's Homeworld, during the Great Shinobi War. Accidentally extending three wars, into one long one.
Multi-Crossover With:
• Doctor Who.
The 11th Doctor will be popping in, occasionally, and the 10th doctor is currently living on Shinobi World, so he may make appearances, as well.
• The Following franchises are on completely separate planets, that happen to be in this Star Cluster. The Saiyans will frequently interact with them.
- Naruto.
- Inuyasha.
- Avatar: The Last Airbender.
- YuYu Hakusho.
- Rosario Vampire
- History's Strongest Disciple.
- Then "Fruits Basket" is on the same planet as "Gravitation" and "Junjo Romantica".
- "Demon World" is a pocket dimension, that coincides with this Star Cluster.