Sky-Kaiser here. Ready to take on Chapter 6 of this story.

I hope everyone understands that this is a pro-Yamcha fic, but our boy needs a rough start before he starts realizing everything he's capable of. Like I said last chapter, I'm not going to make Yamcha instantly beat someone to emphasize his power because that's bad writing. Yamcha is not going to be a Gary Stu here. He will go through trial and error before eventually getting to that OP point.

Now to reply to some people...

Werewolf48, glad you're sticking around.

Zesatesla123, don't worry. The humans will obtain their own body count and be useful, but please don't tell other people what they should and shouldn't tell me. I welcome any kind of constructive criticism, but don't be rude about it.

Paleomario66, to cryptically answer your question, Yamcha is... special in this fic. There is a reason why he gets such a multiplier, and it will be explained in future chapters. I will say, however, that it has something to do with Maron. I can't say anything other than that, but please bear with me.

And Jonathan Hannah, I get that you're kinda surprised, but let's be honest. When I started writing power levels, I was going off a Daizhenshū scale regarding the power of everyone during the Future Trunks Saga, and the only way to get Yamcha up there - albeit temporarily - was to have him experience this power-up. And there are reasons why this is happening to him in this one scenario. Hopefully I'll get to the full explanation soon.

With that out of the way, let's get to that easily remembered part where a strange boy with a sword proceeds to lay waste to invading aliens. Things might be a bit different, but it'll be at least similar to what you remember watching.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, Dragon Ball Z Kai, Dragon Ball Super, or Dragon Ball GT. That is the property of Funimation, Toei Animation, Fuji TV, Shueisha, and Akira Toriyama.

Chapter 6: Another Super Saiyan


From where he was laying, it was hard for Yamcha to get a proper look at the new arrival; after all, Yamcha was on the ground, and whoever it was he was looking at was about 40 feet across from him. However, he was quite thankful that someone had managed to save his girlfriend when he was in no condition to do anything about it. What left him impressed, though, was that he was speaking to Frieza as if he were an opponent to be easily dealt with. Just the way he spoke his first words at the intergalactic tyrant...

"So. You must be Lord Frieza."

Yamcha heard a body hit the ground, and knew that King Cold had dropped Vegeta in favor of inspecting the young man who had murdered two members of his force. A somewhat vicious part of his mind wished that the villain had taken the time to take Vegeta's life, but he knew that was wrong to wish, even if it was someone like Vegeta.

"Son," King Cold called out to Frieza, raising his voice so that the son a slight distance away would hear him. "Do you know this new arrival? He calls you by name."

"No, Father, this is a new one..." Frieza replied, his red eye and matching photoreceptor narrowing as he began to slowly approach the newcomer, tail swishing back and forth like an agitated cat. "Is there something you want, human?"

"Yes," he replied, calmly standing his ground. "I want you dead. You, your father, and your lackeys."

Bulma had seemed to have neglected the two dead men behind her that the unknown had just cut down to save her. Mostly because she was very much captivated by him. He was a very handsome young man, true, but that was not on Bulma's mind at the present; her focus was on his color of hair. Purple, like her father. Not to mention that he was wearing the Capsule Corp logo on his shoulder, which led Bulma to wonder why he had those things.

It wasn't like he was a member of the Briefs family coming from the future...

Down below, as King Cold moved past the crippled Yamcha and over to his son, King Cold made a derisive snort accompanied by a mocking grin. "A little teenager with a simple sword?" he scoffed, allowing a small, amused sound to be heard from his lips. "Do you hear this nonsense, my son?"

"I do," Frieza answered, waving his hand dismissively. "Does he truly believe that he has a chance of destroying us?" Frieza shook his head, unable to comprehend why a random Earthling of all things had such confidence. "Soldiers... I have full confidence that you are able to dispatch such a pathetic and lowly creature?"

"Sir...?"

It was the cowardly soldier Yamcha had knocked several feet across the ground not long ago. Fisshi had not stopped shaking since his earlier beating.

"With... with all due respect..."

"I sense insubordination," Frieza spat, landing his glare on the man who had spoken out.

"Sir, he just killed two of our best men with nothing but a sword, and you expect us to kill him?!"

"I do!" Frieza snapped, his voice raising to the point where the other men believed that Frieza would crack and slaughter them all themselves. "And if not, I still lack any means of concern on whether you are cut to pieces or not!"

"B-But-! OOF!"

Fisshi's sentence was ended by the oncoming of a larger, more muscular soldier with green, fish-like scales and fins, who had impatiently shoved the cowering man out of the way and onto his knees. In contrast to most of the extraterrestrials that served as "soldiers," he actually appeared as if he was not afraid.

"And there!" said Frieza snidely. "Iru has the right state of mind in that he is not afraid to combat an unknown who used a sneak attack with a conventional weapon; anyone could have done that. And Iru will prove that was no fluke."

"My pleasure, Lord Frieza," chuckled the fish-man named Iru, his large lips curling into a grin. "You people need to stop griping about everything and do your jobs."

The purple-haired man did not seem fazed by the confident grunt, nor did he really seem to care. He just glared at him like he was plotting murder. From where Yamcha could see him, his glare reminded him of someone he hated.

Iru raised his finger to read the man's power level with his scouter. Alien numbers flashed across the colored screen briefly before coming with an extremely simple measurement.

"What... a power level of five?" snorted the fish man, acknowledging the men he served with next. "What did I tell you, cowards?! Nothing to worry about!"

Raising his arm, on which he carried an arm-mounted rifle, he applied his own ki to the device before firing a bright yellow blast of power at the young man. Iru - and most present - kind of expected him to not be able to react and be evaporated by the projected attack. But it seemed not to matter how sure Iru was at the moment because the second the blast was about to hit the boy, the boy raised his hand. With a loud sound that pierced the air like a shotgun firing off, the boy cast the projectile to the side, where it traveled a few miles away and exploded harmlessly on the ground.

Everyone gawked, while Iru stared blankly at the new number on his Scouter...

"...3,800,000?"

That was the last thing he had time to say before the unknown man disappeared, reappeared inches from his face and rammed his fist directly into his cheekbone. The green man had all the spit and taste knocked out of his mouth as he soared backwards and impacted with the side of the ship; he comically slid off the ship's hull and landed on the ground in a crumpled heap.

The Z Fighters were somewhat optimistic after that, but not to the point that they felt rescued from what would be certain death at the hands of the Frost Demons. Indeed, he had killed two men with a power of 2,000 with a mere sword. And he had wrecked an experienced soldier with a single punch. But that was little reassurance when they knew how strong Frieza was.

"That was just a warning," the boy called out, drawing his sword again and pointing it at Frieza. "You want to keep your lives, you'll get off this planet and never come back."

Frieza sneered, his face void of amusement. He snapped his fingers, and Nabana (who was apparently in some kind of mute stupor) started to screech frenzied orders to the remainder of the PTO contingent. "IF YOU DON'T KILL THAT GUY, FRIEZA WILL KILL YOU ALL HIMSELF! NOW GO GET HIM!"

No soldier would ever choose to die by Frieza's hand unless they wished their end to be incomprehensibly agonizing; spurred by this knowledge they blindly rushed the nameless swordsman, fists raised and ready to end his life. Then the man seemed to move so fast that he couldn't be tracked. Raising his sword above his head, he bolted into the crowd. The sounds of a steel blade carving cleanly through flesh were heard as he just seemed to flow through them at inhumane speed. 5 seconds later, he materialized behind the entire group of aliens on his knees with his sword outstretched. All the men of the PTO has stopped moving, seemingly frozen in place from shock. The boy still had his back to the collection of soldiers behind him as he returned to his feet and slowly sheathed his sword, the hilt guard of the weapon locking into place of the scabbard with a loud metallic chink! Then, to the shock of everyone, Frieza's men had geysers of multi-colored blood burst from their bodies, left by great bleeding slashes from the sword. Some fell over instantly. Others tried to stay on their feet, clinging to life, before their lives faded and they lay on the ground in the pool of mixed life essence on the ground. A few even crumpled to the ground missing limbs. The soldier named Fisshi had even had his head removed from his neck: a clean cut from the blade. Out of all of them, only one soldier was still alive: a vaguely humanoid man with ashen skin, white mohawk, bushy mustache, and wide eyes.

Shaking his head and grinning pridefully, the lavender-haired youth turned to Frieza and King Cold, who looked very much annoyed and displeased with what had just transpired. Nabana was besides them, just as much a quivering wreck as the sole soldier who seemed to have been spared the wrath of the boy.

"You should know that I trained for years with this blade," he explained. "It was given to me by a great warrior, and it's helped me in many battles. I even learned how to merely scratch a target with a deadly swing and not cut them in half."

As soon as he finished his sentence, the grunt whom the boy had spared saw his armor crack; them it shattered from the chest up, his pauldrons falling apart and his abs being exposed for everyone to see. The man nervously backed up, putting his hands in front of him as if to defend himself from a future attempt on his life. But it would not be the unknown man's life to take, as he then found himself jabbed from behind by a cybernetic hand; Frieza had run the man through his midsection with his hand, formed into a spear tip and dripping with crimson blood. Shaking violently from the fatal blow, the man turned his head slowly to see his murderer.

"Lord Frieza..." the man implored. "...what the... hell..." His sentence trailed off as red substance leaked from the side of his mouth.

"Failure is unacceptable," Frieza told the mortally wounded man, his voice full of impatience. "I thought I made that very clear." Swiftly withdrawing his hand, he allowed the dead minion to slowly slink to the ground while addressing the unknown once again. "So maybe your sword skills are nothing to be overlooked, young man," he spoke aloud in a provoking tone. "But you will need more than a well-crafted blade to defeat the likes of me."

"I understand completely," the boy replied, still giving off that unflinching grin. "And I already know why you're here on Earth," he added, not skipping a beat. "You're looking for Goku, wishing revenge for what he did against you. You've come here to destroy him after he humiliated you 2 years ago on Namek. But I'm here to cancel that meeting. Or at least try to."

"That is not for you to decide, you upstart hooligan..." Frieza snarled. "And what, pray tell, allows you to believe that you can pose a threat that only the Super Saiyan of legend can?"

King Cold pursed his lips as he noticed Frieza's rising anger. Frieza had always had a bad temper, but this was beyond what he was used to. The mere mention of this 'Goku' person seemed to stir up a great deal of hatred in his son.

"Because," the boy answered Frieza's inquiry with the air of cradling a live bomb, "there's a secret about the Super Saiyan you never learned." He let a few seconds pass to give a tense air before dropping this next statement: "Goku isn't the only one in existence."

This statement seemed to have a profound effect on his audience. Frieza actually leaned his head forward with wide eyes, seemingly floored by such a curious statement. Was this meant to be some kind of statement meant to throw him off? King Cold was equally puzzled, giving a quizzical tilt of the head at the boy's words. Nabana was terrified as usual. The other Z Fighters (from wherever they were laying or sitting) were equally perplexed, having been listening to the exchange and yet left with a blank mind on what this unknown met.

Then the bewilderment on Frieza's face changed into a very condescending grin as he let a slight chuckle with closed lips out. Then he threw his head back, roaring with laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha ha!" Frieza guffawed, trying to contain his own amusement. "No, forgive me for such an improper outburst... but have you ever heard of the legend of the Super Saiyan?! There is only one in existence, and he is far from this planet! Oh, I hate terrible jokes, but this indeed makes me laugh!"

King Cold decided to smirk as well after having comprehended what Frieza meant. He, too, chuckled lightly. Nabana let out a nervous laugh of his own, not sure as to where he fit in.

The young man, however, seemed to have hoped for the reaction he received. Balling his fists at his side, he let out a yell that began to grow in volume, and a white aura flared to life around him as a burning flame. His voice growing louder, his lavender locks of hair beginning to twitch and stand on end as the power gathering around him grew and grew.

This snapped Frieza out of his fit of laughter to acknowledge the boy powering up. King Cold's smile faded in place of confusion, and Nabana blanched. His strength, it was... it was rising! Frieza recalled back when he fought the Saiyan named Goku, and when he became the Super Saiyan of legend, his power rose just as exponentially. But that was impossible... only that accursed primate could access the form, and he was nowhere to be found. Perhaps he was like the scruffy-haired guy who had torn into his father's neck earlier. Maybe he was just another human that happened to be really strong, but not enough to fully contend with the Emperor of the Universe...

...and then in a flash of light, the aura bled into a beautiful gold as the unknown's screaming rose to a shrill pitch. And with the aura, his neatly-combed hair stood up, pointing up in the air all gleaming and spiky. The pupils in his eyes disappeared, and the blue in his eyes changed to a pure emerald shade. The sight made Frieza gape, his eyes widening in an emotion that he had only felt once before, in the presence of Son Goku.

"Wha... what is...?!" Frieza was reduced to silence almost instantly.

"This... this power...!" King Cold marveled, his mouth slightly agape himself as he comprehended the magnificent power before him.

"Uh...! Uh...!" Nabana seemed to have lost his mind to fear.

With the other Z Fighters, they were as much confused as anyone else, as this was a power that most of them had not seen. But Gohan and Vegeta had seen it once, and they refused to believe such a thing.

"Hey..." Gohan gasped, pointing his finger. "He actually does the same thing Dad did... he's a Super Saiyan!"

"He's a Super Saiyan!"

The words rattled Vegeta's skull like a bad noise in his ears. The Saiyan Prince shook his head as he refused to accept the reality, and yet it was there. That purple-haired boy had realized the legend as well.

'But how?!' Vegeta was in the process of trying to wrap his head around such an unbelievable reality. 'I've only seen that power in Kakarot, and the legend only refers to one Super Saiyan... there can't be another! This... this boy... how dare he come out of nowhere and try to mock it!'

And yet in his anger... another itchy idea rose to the surface of his scrambled brain and stuck.

'...but... but what if it's real?' This one thought instantly burned into Vegeta's mind. 'What if... what if he's half-Saiyan, like Kakarot's brat? Of course, it still raises questions as to where he is from, or if there are more Saiyans I know nothing about... but if he truly is a Super Saiyan, then that means... does it mean... I can also be...?'

Frieza and King Cold had a very similar track of mind. While King Cold was greatly astounded by what he was beholding in front of him, Frieza's face was a mask of absolute terror. He had only seen the visage of a man with golden hair that seemed to unnaturally stick up in the air like such. And...

"His... his eyes...!" Frieza gasped...

Pure emerald, just like his!

The tyrant was brought back to Earth by the sound of pathetic whimpers, namely Nabana's. Having had enough of his terrified gibbering, Frieza whirled around and kicked him in the gut. All the air escaped Nabana's lungs and he doubled over, coughing uncomfortably. Paying no heed to the state he put the lieutenant in, Frieza shakily acknowledged the newly-revealed Super Saiyan.

"But... but how?!" Frieza raged, spitting his words at the boy as if the volume of his voice would cause discomfort to his ears. "How?! You can't be like... like him!"

"Tough pill to swallow, huh?" the boy mocked, putting his shoulder out. "You thought there was only one person who could rival you in this universe. But it turns out the legend can be discovered by others."

"You... you...!"

King Cold shifted at his son's instability. The sight of his offspring looking near animalistic in his rage at the sight of this young man... the closest he had ever seen his son in such a fury was in the wake of his brother Cooler, whom Frieza hated with a passion. But this... this was beyond common anger. It was a blend of horror and anger, obviously invoked by this... Super Saiyan.

"What's the matter?" the boy continued, his goal being to egg Frieza on. "Afraid? I was told that you were too proud to know what fear is like..."

That drove Frieza over the edge, and the tyrant drew his arm back.

"I... AM NOT... AFRAID OF YOU!"

The golden jet of energy that extended from Frieza's hand sailed into the unknown man and impacted successfully, obscuring the man from view with the explosion that resulted. But simply by the man's aura glowing from inside the cloud of energy did Frieza know that he had failed to kill the man.

"Was that all?" the nameless man asked, casually dusting a small amount of dust off his jacket.

This man was obviously preying on Frieza's dwindling reserves of control, because Frieza responded next by pointing his finger at the boy; numerous needle-thin Death Beams streaked out in a violet stream at the Saiyan... and yet he just stood his ground before sticking out his hand. All the beams impacted his palm and left no trace of damage.

"I guess so," the boy concluded. Everything about him told those watching that he simply wasn't impressed by what he saw.

This did not sit well with Frieza, whose left eye was twitching erratically. The memories of the Saiyan who tormented him soon Namek came rushing back to him. Him declaring proudly that he was the Super Saiyan of legend. Repeatedly telling him that he would pay for his callous deeds. Ultimately dismissing him as a threat, claiming that there was no point in fighting anymore. And having the audacity to try and spare him... to pity him... Lord Frieza would not be subject to that kind of hell again.

To affirm his resistance, Frieza let out a shrill cry of rage as he lifted his finger above his head. The man watched, almost uninterested, as a tiny speck of golden ki appeared floating above Frieza's finger. And it began to grow, up to the size of a beach ball. The it expanded to the size of a car, and even beyond that... and as the Z Fighters looked on horrified, a miniature sun - about as big as half the length of King Cold's spaceship - appeared in the sky, casting heat down on those below.

"FRIEZA!" King Cold bellowed, raising his hands up to the sky and waving them about. "MY SON, DO YOU SEEK TO DESTROY THE PLANET?!"

"NO! NO, NO, NO!" Nabana shrieked, quickly hiding behind Cold in a meaningless attempt to keep from being obliterated.

Frieza's state of infuriated mind was too far gone to be reasoned with. Whether he knew or not that his gigantic sun-like orb of raw energy would reduce the Earth to dust, he cared not. He only sought to kill the golden-haired man as quickly as possible.

"SURVIVE THIS, SUPER SAIYAN!"

Not even when faced with the possible destruction of the planet did the boy even appear fazed in the slightest as Frieza cast the positively massive Death Ball - a Supernova, to be precise - down to the Earth, aimed to eradicate the man (and everyone nearby) from existence. King Cold shielded his face while Nabana curled up in a ball. The Z Fighters were left immobile from where they were on the ground, gaping wordlessly as the destructive sphere sought to dig deep into the ground. The Supernova landed precisely upon the spot where the youth stood, starting the grueling process of burning into the earth. Only Frieza's unhinged laughter could be heard over the sound of the Supernova sinking down, down, down...

...and then Frieza's laughter stopped as the movement of the sun-like sphere ceased to go any further. Frieza descended back to Earth to see what problem there was, with King Cold glaring at his son.

"What have I told you constantly about self-control, my son?" the father berated. "Have you forgotten that we happen to lay feet upon this planet's soil?!"

"Father, you do not understand! The Super Saiyan-"

But what the Super Saiyan was, King Cold did not have the opportunity to hear about, because at that moment, the Supernova rose from its spot with a great rumbling. Astonishment became paramount the next second: everyone bore witness to the young Saiyan rising out of the crater that the Supernova had previously produced, levitating slightly upwards with the giant ball of power in the palm of his hand.

"I believe you dropped this?" the boy jested.

It was as if he had absolutely no care for his own safety, or that of those around him, but being a Super Saiyan, he had bragging rights. And of course, this pissed Frieza off even more - so much so that he wound his hand back to cast a ball of energy at the Supernova he had created... and this created more of a panic.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" wailed Nabana, this time grabbing King Cold's cape (the one Cold had handed to him earlier) and hiding under it.

"Son, that is enough!" King Cold roared, moving to intervene with what his son looked to do.

But by then it was far too late, as Frieza slung the bright white bolt of power over his father's shoulder and at the Death Ball. The youth tilted his hand a little bit forward to lean the sun-like sphere of energy in front of him, as if to shield him. Whatever purpose this served, it ultimately seemed for naught, as Frieza's additional ki blast detonated the Supernova on impact. The massive blast exploding made everything go white as the violent combustion of the giant Death Ball sent a huge shockwave...

It took about 2 minutes for everyone in the common area to realize that they weren't dead, and the only one not seen flinching was Frieza, his palm still outstretched from releasing that one little blast. Volumes of smoke were billowing from the place where the Supernova exploded, and in the Super Saiyan's place was a very large crater, from which the obscuring clouds poured.

While it seemed that the Saiyan had been erased from existence, King Cold was not in the slightest. Frieza, however, perceived his angry approach and spoke first.

"Before you begin blithering about how I 'almost destroyed this planet,'" he defended, "acknowledge that I removed a genuine threat."

"That was not simply removing a threat, son... that was a blatant overreaction! Be more mindful!

Frieza was not in a mood to be argued with, however, working up the nerve to talk back to his own father.

"YOU DID NOT SEE WHAT THE ONE SAIYAN WHO DID THIS TO ME DID ON NAMEK!" he screeched. "I reacted accordingly to being confronted with someone so strong!"

An argument ensued, and Nabana decided to wisely back a slight distance away from the bickering father and son. Murmuring to himself about how joining the Planet Trade Organization's private army was a poor career choice, his gaze wandered over to the crater made by the Supernova that Frieza has used against the Saiyan. Cautiously touching the "re-scan" button upon his scouter, Nabana was relieved to read no power levels coming from the barren crater.

"Man, why did I join the army?" he lamented. "I don't know how Eachpei and Appule handled it. I can't take this kind of stress." He shook his head. "Oh, well. At least that Saiyan's gone. And..."

Nabana looked over to the fallen Z Fighters. The four humans, a half-Saiyan, a Namekian, and a Saiyan. They looked pathetic, even as they attempted to get off the ground from the savage ordeal they had been put through by the Frost Demons. He thought about calling out to them and mocking them about how wimpy they looked, when he once again noticed the human woman back on top of the cliff, looking down with fearful eyes.

"Eep!"

"Hey, you!" Nabana called out, beginning to take flight, hoping to intercept the defenseless woman when...

"HEY, FRIEZA!"

Was that...?!

Frieza's eyes widened, and he set their eyes on the cliff above them. King Cold also returned to his feet, and Nabana whirled around to the voice's source...

"YOU AGAIN?!"

The young Super Saiyan was standing on the precipice of the cliff from which the Z Fighters had originally observed the unwanted aliens a while back. And he was shifting his arms at an inhuman pace, like he was trying to cast some kind of spell. With a fire in his eyes, the youth followed this arm movement by placing his hands in front of him, forming a diamond shape with his index fingers and thumbs.

"BURNING ATTACK!"

A sphere of what appeared to be composed of both ki and actual flame morphed into existence in front of the boy's hands. With a shout, he shot the blast forward at the three aliens. They jumped at the last second, shooting into the sky as the "Burning Attack" struck the ground and exploded with the force of a small grenade!

"Ha! Idiot!" laughed Nabana. "He missed by a mile!"

He laughed too soon, however. He then heard a battle cry from the young Super Saiyan, and realized it was coming from above. Nabana turned upwards, and his red eyes bulged in terror, as here came down the unknown with his sword raised above his head-!

"OH NO NO NO WAIT-!"

Too late.

In a single swipe, the boy chopped his sword in a violent downward arc that seemed to not even contact Nabana. A few seconds passed with neither the boy or the alien making a move. Then a spurt of dark blue blood burst that ranged from the top of his head to between his legs. Then Nabana's left half seperated from his right, revealing that he had been carved in twain.

With a single swipe, the boy had bifurcated Nabana cleanly.

The young man was not finished, however. Growling, he slashed sideways, cutting through the bisected corpse through the waist. And even there he didn't stop, slashing his blade through the cut-up remains of Nabana until he was nothing more than bloody chunks in mid-air.

And then the boy drew his hand back, then brought it forward to create a ki blast to erase what was left of Nabana from existence. The short-range shotgun blast of an energy wave reduced Nabana's gibs to ash.

Bulma had looked up in time to see the unknown dispose of Nabana, and she was understandably frightened. What if he planned to come after her and the Z Fighters afterwards...?

Frieza and King Cold re-grouped atop the cliff from where the Z Fighters had used it as a vantage point, and the boy warrior landed about 10 feet across from them, flicking the blood off his sword before placing his sword back in his sheath. The aliens were left quiet and skeptical.

'There's no more doubt within my mind...' Frieza confirmed to himself as he watched the unknown with mixed anger and apprehension. 'This young man is a Super Saiyan. But how is it that he had such a strange hue of hair before transforming? No actual Saiyans have a different shade of hair other than pure black... could he be part Earthling?'

'This is not the man that Frieza described...' King Cold thought to himself, his hand to his chin as he observed their opponent. 'But there is no denying his combat prowess. He is extraordinary. Were he no Saiyan, I might consider recruiting him to our clan...'

It was obvious, however, that this boy truly despised the Frost Demons enough to never want to join them, which was an understandable thought given they had threatened the life of a mostly uninvolved party.

"I'm going to make sure you pay for threatening that one woman," he growled, sparking up his aura in warning.

"If I may assuage your concerns," King Cold stated slowly, "I did not threaten her in the slightest. She is too precious for such a thing."

"You stay away from her, period," the boy snapped back. "I know what you'd have planned for her. And I'd never let that happen!"

The aliens began to assume that this was possibly a family member of the turquoise-haired woman. But that refused to explain how he was part-Saiyan...

From afar, Yamcha was going through the same thought process, completely bewildered by the young man. Purple hair was something he associated with the Briefs family, and Bulma had once told him that her hair had originally been purple before she dyed it turquoise one day. Was that man a Briefs? But who in the Briefs family would have a relationship with a Saiyan?

Just at that moment, Bulma can running up, looking devastated.

"Yamcha! Yamcha! Oh, Kami, are you alright?!"

"I'm... OK..." Yamcha managed weakly as she reached him, looking into the pockets of her dress.

"The hell you are..." grumbled Bulma, pulling a Dynocap from her dress pocket and pushing the button on it. Tossing it about 3 feet away, it exploded in a puff of smoke. A small bag appeared in its place, likely filled with something. Bulma ran over to the bag, picked it up, and ran back over to Yamcha, pulling a small bean of light-green hue from the bag. "Thanks, Yajirobe..." she whispered to herself.

"Why did... why did you put... a bag of Senzu... in... in a Dynocap...?"

"The bag itself wouldn't fit in my dress," Bulma told him quickly. "Now open up."

Yamcha did so weakly, and Bulma briefly noticed the presence of his longer-than-usual canines before placing the bean in his mouth. Thankfully, Yamcha chewed on his own. Soon he felt the feeling in his body return, and he sat up, shaking his head.

"What was that?" Bulma asked. "You kicked that King Cold guy's ass!"

"I... I don't..." Yamcha was pretty unsure as to what happened himself. "I just remember getting mad..."

"Obviously," Bulma replied. "But... how could you do that? I thought that those two were like, stronger than everyone here..."

"Need a Senzu..." groaned Krillin from behind them, crawling across the ground behind them.

"Tell me later, maybe?" Bulma asked.

"Definitely," said Yamcha, nodding. "Here, let me help you with the beans..."

While Yamcha and Bulma relegated themselves with Senzu duty, the boy had drawn his sword yet again, his teeth grit as he held the weapon above his head.

"You are far too cryptic," growled Frieza. "How do you know about us? What is your purpose here, other than to defeat us?"

"I literally know everything there is to know about you," the boy said menacingly, gripping his sword tight. "Intergalactic tyrants who sell planets for trade. You subjugate entire races to slavery or commit genocide on the races you don't need, like you did with the Saiyans. And now you hunt one of those Saiyans because he humiliated you." He then gave a knowing smirk. "But what if I told you I knew where he was?"

The Frost Demons had earlier been unbelieving of the man's claims that he was a Super Saiyan, but seeing as that was a truth...

"You... know?" Frieza's maniacal glee returned at the thought of simply dealing vengeance upon his greatest adversary invigorated him. "Where? WHERE IS HE?!"

"I'm glad you asked..." the boy said, his following grin looking rather menacing. "Where we're standing... this is the place where he returns to Earth in a space pod from a planet called Yardrat. He should be coming into the Earth's atmosphere about this time."

At this point, Yamcha, Bulma and their friends had fully recovered thanks to the Senzu Beans that Bulma had packed, and they were grouped together at a distance, watching the exchange.

"What did he say?" Tien mumbled in confusion.

"But how?" Piccolo puzzled." How is it that someone can simply know where Goku has been these past years?"

"And how can he be a Saiyan?" added Bulma. "That's a Capsule Corp jacket I remember wearing a long time ago... did he steal it or what?!"

"But Saiyans all have black hair..." Gohan added. "He's got the same hair color of your dad, Bulma! Why does he have purple hair?"

"Maybe he's a hybrid?" Krillin speculated. "Maybe there was a Saiyan who had a kid with an alien with purple hair, or maybe a human? That's the best I can come up with..."

"Whoever he is," Vegeta growled, "I have a bad feeling about him. Is he Super Saiyan or not?! Why doesn't he look like a Saiyan?! What is he supposed to be?!"

'I need to know!' Vegeta's mind groaned in anticipation. 'If he is Super Saiyan, like Kakarot, then does that mean I have the potential to become like them?'

Back with the Saiyan unknown and the Frost Demons, the latter party seemed understandably skeptical. Or rather, King Cold did. Frieza was in a puzzling mood, as if trying to remember where he heard the name of the planet of Yardrat...

"How do you have such ability to predict...?" King Cold was starting to say, but a sound in the sky sidetracked him from continuing.

A twinkling dot in the sky suddenly appeared, accompanied by the roaring of a rocket engine. The Z Fighters, the anonymous Saiyan, and the alien tyrants looked to the sky to see whay appeared to be... an Attack Pod entering the atmosphere?

"Wha...?" Chiaotzu gaped.

"How in the...?" Tien mumbled.

"No way..." Krillin breathed.

"Is it really...?" Bulma gasped.

"It can't be..." Yamcha said doubtfully.

"How could he have known?" Piccolo wondered.

"Is it really..." Vegeta's breathing was hitched as he realized the familiarity of the power level coming from that pod... "Kakarot?!"

"Dad?!" Gohan cried out.

The Attack Pod seemed to be directed towards the cliff where the Z Fighters had originally taken refuge before. Everyone's eyes were focused on it as it came at blinding speed for terra firma...

"Impossible..." King Cold said under his breath.

Frieza roared with an unnerving glee as his greatest nemesis arrived at last. Long had he waited for this moment, and it had finally come. He would finally gain retribution for what he suffered on Namek. At long last, his chance for revenge was finally here.

"Come!" laughed the Emperor of the Universe as the pod drew nearer and nearer. "Come, Saiyan, and face my vengeance!"


Well, glad that's over! Writing this chapter on my phone was damn challenging, but I'm glad I'm finished with the chapter!

Also, yes. Bulma having lavender hair is canon. According to the manga, she always had lavender hair, hence why our mysterious friend (I think we all know who he is) has lavender hair as well. In this universe canon, the reason she has turquoise hair is because she dyed it.

It was the best thing I could come up with, I'm sorry! Heh heh...

Also, the interaction that Bulma has with King Cold... well, if you know a certain artist who wrote a comic about Bulma being abducted by the PTO, then that's where I decided to get that scene from. I simply added it because I can be really sorry.

Don't worry, this is the only time something like this will happen. I promise!

Anyways... power levels!

* Bulma: 2

* Mysterious Young Man: 5 (suppressed), 3,800,000 (natural), 195,000,000 (Super Saiyan)

* Planet Trade Organization Soldiers: 2,000

* Nabana: 5,000

* Chiaotzu: 40,000

* Yamcha: 100,000 (natural), 80,000,000 ("feral" state)

* Tien: 120,000

* Krillin: 150,000

* Gohan: 1,300,000, 1,700,000 (post-Zenkai after surviving the battle against Cold)

* Piccolo: 2,400,000

* Vegeta: 2,500,000, 3,200,000 (post-Zenkai after surviving the battle against Cold)

* Mecha Frieza: 165,000,000

* King Cold: 180,000,000

Anyways... that's all I have for now. Again, sorry for the hiatus. I want to finish the next chapter as fast as I can, and hopefully my laptop will be fixed soon. But for now, thanks to my co-writer Childhood Enigma for the layout of the story, and thanks to LastationLover5000 for the inspiration!

Anyways, tomorrow is my birthday, so... yeah. I'm gonna have some fun.

See you next update, which will hopefully be soon!

Sky-Kaiser out!