Trunks... had made a lot of mistakes. He just wanted to save his world from a monster. That resulted in him going back in time, to undo his future... which kinda worked, but really just pushed his reality into it's own pocket dimension.
So one future appeared to be saved, but the other was a post-apocalypse wasteland.
He learned to deal with that. Went back to his reality, and helped fix it the old fashion way. Then discovered the parallel reality, he created, was actually worse off then his own timeline. So he went to fix that... and ended up adopting the most famous mass murderer in cosmic history.
Some time travel shenanigans later, and he realized he really wasn't cut out for Time Travel. Partly because history had a way of reasserting itself.
Oh his Frieza wouldn't become a tyrant, of that he was sure. That just meant King Cold, in the hunt for his kidnapped son... traced Trunks Saiyan heritage, and destroyed Planet Vegeta anyway. There were a lot of things that could be changed. Choice, and free will, were in fact a Cosmic force, in their own right... but Destiny... that was real, to.
Certain things couldn't be avoided, no matter how hard you tried. And Trunks just didn't have the stomach for it.
But now... he realized just how badly he screwed up.
"What do you mean, I can't wish them back!!! You revive people all the time!" Trunks snapped at the giant, wish granting, dragon. "and I KNOW, you have brought entire planets back before! Make with the resurrecting!!!"
The great dragon, Shenron, just stared at the idiot boy. Explaining, as simply as possible, how even an eternal dragon had limits. "The Destruction of Planet Vegeta is a fixed point. The universe literally depends on it's boom. I can bring back specific individuals, but not the whole planet, nor the entire population."
Trunks growled. He just couldn't catch a break. All he wanted to do was save his dead race. Experience some of that "Saiyan Pride" his father was always going on about! And there was literally NOTHING he could do to save any of it.
"I can, however, bring all the surviving Saiyans here?" informed the dragon. "They are scattered about the Galaxy, but there is nothing stopping me from giving them the chance to rebuild."
Trunks blinked, "Wait! Let me think of how to phrase this."
"I am not some monkey's paw!" Shenron snapped. "I don't twist words, or even need them. I know your intent, and give it to you. I was designed by a god of joy and mercy! I KNOW what you really want, and am honor bound to give it to you."
Trunks blinked... well what did he want? He guessed he wanted all the Saiyans to come to Earth. Not just the full blooded ones, either. As he was sure their were plenty of hybrids, like himself, that longed for what he really wanted... a home, and a people to call their own...
He grew up in a post apocalyptic nightmare. Hearing stories of the Saiyans. A noble but savage people... his people... but, besides his father. He never met a full blooded one... and his dad had died when he was far too little... he wanted to know what it was like to have a home. A place for... family...
Just then, the eternal dragon's eyes grew red. Before it turned into light, splitting apart into 7 orbs. Which shot across the world.
The sky cleared from it's cosmic storm... and Trunks was gone.
Trunks woke with a start. Looking around, he now found himself in a luxurious room. And he knew, just knew, it was the palace to the new Saiyan village, here on Earth. He had memories, of the past 7 months, but it was like his body had been on autopilot. Or, perhaps, his mind from the past, was merged with the present.
It was like, he experienced all the heartache of the last few months, but wasn't really present for it. All the awkwardness, that came from bringing the Saiyans to Earth, was over. That the dragon just dropped him off, at a point just after he got the family dynamic he always wanted.
Looking out the window. Trunks saw the see of Capsule Corp Portable Houses. There were a few thousand of them. Adding up to roughly 10 thousand residents... 10 thousand, out of a population of 42 billion. And that included non-Saiyan family members, and their hybrid children.
It took 4 months to gather all the dragon balls. And, in that time, some of the Saiyan survivors had taken mates. Given how passionate Saiyans are, some had fallen into the comforts of their alien friends. Which resulted in mating instincts claiming those that comforted them.
Saiyans mate for life, after all, and tended to jump into that union, much faster then humans. Particularly when their heats aggravate them... which can often be triggered by bloodlust and violence. Which the Saiyans were feeling, by the thousands, after losing their planet.
In the time, Trunks had been on Autopilot, many hybrid children had been born.
Trunks... remembered so much. Like how his Grandfather, King Vegeta, had negotiated with the Ox King, to set up a Refugee camp, in his territory... and how much help they had gotten from Capsule Corp, to build their city. Such as how the company made custom houses. Which were much harder to destroy, given Saiyan tempers, and windows that blocked out the waves of the moon. Allowing for the Saiyans to see it, without turning into a Kaiju.
Trunks remembered it all. Especially how... less then ideal, his reunion with his Grandfather had gone. They had gone through a rough period. Where King Vegeta had trouble accepting his time traveling grandson. Given the man recognized who Frieza was, and thereby, knew Trunks was responsible for the destruction of their planet.
However, Trunks also remembered his grandfather coming to terms with that... and now fully accepting his grandson. Even letting him move into his palace, and granting him the title of "Prince". Which Trunks was supposed to learn, just what that entailed, later today.
Only issue was... Prince Cooler had been brought with the Saiyans. As the man was the "pet owner" of a Saiyan child, and thereby considered himself family.
Cooler, wasn't like his father, King Cold. Yes, he believed his species was superior to other Sapient lifeforms. Even believed other Sapients were merely animals, that can talk... but in that regard, he thought of himself as an "Animal Lover".
He might not acknowledge any lifeform, that wasn't his own species, as "people", but that doesn't mean he didn't love those under his care... and all his "pets" loved him in return. It was probably just Stockholm Syndrome, on their part, but they held a great respect for the man.
Cooler ended up moving his fleet into the system, and claiming the whole Star Cluster as his own. However, it was more an "Animal Sanctuary", then something he directly ruled. This made it, so other Frost Giants would stay out... including King Cold.
Cooler, had informed his father, that he would be tending to this Star Cluster for the next couple centuries, and to keep out. Which, to Cold, sounded more like an adorable child, working on a model kit for a few hours. So he left "the boy" too his own devices.
Cooler even agreed to hide Frieza from his father. Even acknowledging that Frieza was better off in Trunks care, as opposed to King Cold's.
Everything had just kinda, worked out.
Grampa Gohan, wondered how much longer he would be a Grampa. He was standing in the local hospital. Thankful he had decided to move to Saiyan Village. Yet wondering, if he hadn't, would Goku still have gotten hurt...
Goku, had fallen off a cliff, badly injuring his head... the poor boy had severe brain damage, but thankfully, the Saiyan Doctors were able to treat the injury... by cutting out the injured area, and putting the boy in some kind of healing gel.
" Not much can hurt a Saiyan," the Saiyan Doctor had explained. Although he was more like a butcher, despite their advanced technology at his disposal. " But when something does, and we survive, we become stronger. With the sheer amount of damage, to the cub's brain. He'll probably be the smartest Saiyan, in several generations. If he survives, that is." His bedside manner, left much to be desired.
The sound of the doors opening caught Gohan's attention. With a familiar Ki signature stepping into the room.
The boy didn't say a word, merely stepped beside Gohan, looking at the tank Goku floated in. The child's brain exposed, and healing before their eyes.
Raditz growled, grabbing the lead Doctor. "How bad is the damage!" The boy demanded.
"We are doing everything we can, cub," The Doctor assured. Though in a rather harsh tone.
"That area of the brain centers around his animal instincts, even his urge to mate!" Raditz snapped, "You might as well have cut off his tail!!!"
In that moment, the Doctor... did not act like a Doctor. He slammed his fist into the child's stomach... or, attempted to. Gohan had grabbed it, just before it made contact.
"If you did not need this arm, to treat my ward, I'd have broken it." Gohan calmly informed.
Pulling back the wrist, and causing the Saiyan to fall to his knees, screaming. Strangely, none of the other Doctors seemed to care about the violence. Mostly giving them a casual glance, before returning to their work.
Regardless, the Saiyan in Gohan's hold, snapped. "The brat just accused me of something worse then CASTRATING the boy!!!"
Gohan glared, pulling the wrist further back, and getting another growl of pain. "No matter. I decide the 'how' and 'when' my charges are disciplined. Consider it a human failing, in our cultural norms. I try my best to honor your own customs, and expect the same courtesy."
The Saiyan gave jerky nods. Normally, this is when Gohan would demand an apology. However, Saiyans perceived that as an ultimate humiliation. A level of domination only appropriate from a mate, or parental figure. As Gohan said, he tried to be respectful of their culture.
Releasing the Saiyan Doctor, Gohan then demanded. "Explain to me, the full level of the damage."
The Doctor growled, as he stood tall. Gohan immediately unleashed his Ki. Letting the Saiyan know that HE was the stronger of the two, and thereby in charge. The Doctor instantly wilted. Looking very much like a kicked puppy, without need of injuring him.
Saiyans had extremely strong pack instincts. Making them value a strong alpha. It's how they were so easily conquered, by the Frost Demons, and the Tuffle before them.
It also made them value family, which had been difficult to maintain, given King Cold kept demanding their children. So they could understand a guardian's concern for a cub brought into their pack. They just believed it was the duty of the entire pack to shepard the young... and had ways of disciplining them, which humans would interpret as abuse.
"The Healing Chamber," The, now far more cooperative, Doctor began to explain. "Can repair most injuries. Even regrow lost tissue. However... that leaves scars. As I said before, if the cub makes it. Which it's looking more likely he will. His Saiyan biology will improve the entirety of the organ that was damaged. So he WILL be much smarter...
"but the direct areas affected will have scars... and scars, on the brain, are never a good thing. Because of the area affected... his instincts will be more diluted. He won't have as strong predator instincts as a healthy child... I didn't mention that before... because I assumed that be a good thing, in your case."
Raditz attempted to pounce at the Doctor, but somehow found himself over Gohan's knee, getting his rear repeatedly swatted.
"Sensei!!!" Raditz blushed, always finding the way Gohan chose to discipline him, embarrassing as all hell.
"You DO NOT attack the people helping us!" Gohan chastised, swatting the rump.
The Doctor was confused. Although, after thinking about it, didn't really see how this was different then just punching the cub. If anything, it had less risk of serious injury, while still physically correcting the cub in a way their instincts would understand... he might suggest this method to his patients.
"You attacked him!!!" Raditz cried, kicking his little legs, that barely touch the floor, from his place over the man's out stretched knee.
"I RESTRAINED him, and purely because his actions graded against human taboos." The man explained. "Apologize!!!"
The Doctor flinched. Well it was right, for a parental figure, to demand such of a cub. That seemed a bit too harsh for his minor transgression.
The cub seemed to agree, "SENSEI!!!" his voice completely scandalized.
"Now Raditz!" The old human demanded.
"I'm sorry!!!" The cub wailed.
Gohan picked the cub up, and stood them both, in one movement. Immediately facing the cub to the Doctor. "Do it properly."
Raditz Sniffed, having lost the air of a defiant cub, and acting with the appropriate submissiveness. "I'm sorry I lost my temper..."
"You're a cub," The Doctor pointed out the obvious. "It is expected." Then looked at Gohan. "Cubs are little more then feral beast. They need to learn restraint. I... had my doubts a human was capable of properly controlling them. I now realize I was mistaken."
That was as close as an adult Saiyan was willing to get to an apology. More an admittance of fault, then saying "I'm sorry" for it, but Gohan understood that was just their culture.
Still, Gohan knew how the Saiyan expected him to act, in turn. "I've had a Saiyan infant, in my care, for over a year, and I'm not dead. It should have been obvious I could handle it."
The Doctor nodded, "Impressive... for a human." he smirked.
"You were saying," Gohan motioned for the Doctor to continue. "About the expected damage."
"Yes..." The Doctor frowned. "The scars will make him... more docile..." He trailed off, with clear disgust. "He won't be as large a handful, and will need more dedicated training. If he is too survive to adulthood. Something I now acknowledge, you can provide."
King Vegeta, stood on his balcony, watching his new Kingdom.
It was true, at first he had trouble accepting his grandson, from the future. It took a lot, to get over the need to blame him for the planet's destruction, but fact was, the blame lay solely with King Cold.
Being a king, in the space age, Vegeta was occasionally faced with instances of Time Travelers. At least his grandson had tried to prevent the destruction of their world. With his greatest crime being, "failing to save their people".
King Vegeta was able to come to terms with the fact, the time abnormality, wasn't actually responsible for their homeworld's destruction. That he did everything he could to save it, and when that didn't work... the boy brought the survivors together.
It was the least King Vegeta could do, to lay claim to the cub... despite how much his head hurt at the child's existence.
Frieza should be thousands of years old. But instead, he was the equivalent of a human 12 year old. Where Trunks, himself, who had somehow been with the kid for hundreds of years, but had only aged a few days. Trunks' explanation was "Time runs by it's own rules, in the TARDIS." as helpful as that is.
Regardless of the how, the young hybrid was the equivalent of a young man, just old enough to be chosen by a female... which meant Vegeta, now that he accepted the boy into his pack, had certain responsibilities to present the boy to a suitable mate.
That usually fell to the female mother... but King Vegeta's wife had been killed by King Cold. As a means of punishing Vegeta for some imagined grievance... best not to dwell on such things. She died well, and he should be proud of that.
This meant, it was now Vegeta's duty to find suitable mates for the cubs in his care. Females may choose their mate, males would attend gatherings, and perform tribal dances, to let the females know they were looking.
Vegeta would have to start teaching the boy how to dance. A very specific dance, that would speak all his intentions.
The child had explained he was "gay". Which apparently did not mean he was "happy", but rather that he desired a male mate. Humans have words for everything.
That wouldn't be an issue, at least not to Saiyans, who were largely "bi". King Vegeta imagined he could find some female, that would be willing to let her mate take a consort. It was a fairly common practice, in Saiyan culture.
There were even dance moves, so Trunks could express he wished to be a consort, with no interest in breeding with the female.
Not wanting to breed with a female at all, might be known to the Saiyans, to the point they had a dance move to express it. However, that would make him less desirable to add to a pack. Hopefully, the notary of claiming a prince, would outweigh that character flaw. After all, a consort was expected to help with the Cubs, the cooking, the cleaning, and protecting the home. They were basically the male equivalent of a "Traditional Wife" on this planet.
A more submissive male partner, was of great interest to many females... but again they would already have to have a mate, as Trunks wouldn't be willing to satisfy her.
King Vegeta was, admittedly, a tad worried no pack would want the boy. Especially given, he had a Frost Demon for a ward... there was no dance move to indicate THAT, but there was one for adopted alien ward... it just be a nasty surprise what KIND of Alien.
Of course, most in the village had already heard about Trunks and Frieza. Though, thankfully, they had come to accept them. Still, it was one thing to accept the child into the village, and another into their pack.
Ironically, him being guardian to Cold's youngest son, displaced in time, resulted in Cooler frequently checking in on them. Which was the reason Vegeta had been forced to get to know the boy... and was now ashamed of how resistant he had been.
Cooler wasn't exactly warm, to the idea, either. He was acting, as if the small child, was being literally raised by wolves. Which didn't really surprise King Vegeta, as Frost Demons thought of all other lifeforms as inferior to them.
Their overwhelming power levels, and 10000 year lifespans, made it extremely difficult for them to relate to other species.
Truthfully, Vegeta was surprised Cooler was allowing it. It was almost as if Cooler, himself, didn't know why. The "young" Frost Demon was just compelled, not to split the family.
As Shenron said, he knew how to grant a wish.