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AN: 3rd version of Untold Tale(revised once more!

Once, there was a powerful race, It cared little for universal domination, all that mattered was their Pride, and Freedom. But there was another race, full of hatred and bitterness, their race was almost destroyed as punishment for their evil tendancies by a kindly warrior of golden hair.

One family alone was left, of this terrifble race, the most cold hearted of them all, somehow spared by the warrior, for the innocence of the mother.

Soon, however, the mother died, leaving the race without a female with which to revive their dying race with. The three creautres left of the race grew even more bitter, and jealous of the other 'lesser' races. Races which still held hope, no matter how dire their situations might have seemed in their own eyes.

Over time, even their lust for power was consumed in the need to make all races submit, and feel the pain that THEIR race had felt.

Due to the race's great power, it wa not long before much of the Galaxy had been conquered, leaving only one quadrant, that of the Humans, Nameks, and Saiyans.

It was a time of darkness for the galaxy, as the tyrant race destroyed all that it came in contact with, when all hope seemed lost.

Perhaps, for some, it was.

Ancient Namekian Folk Tale.

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8 year old Juniper looked around the crowded street, searching for her mother, her beautiful full hair, that was always in a natural high ponytail, swayed as she whipped her head left and right. She hoped to return before she got in trouble, but with this crowd, she could not hope to make any headway until sunset. She could not understand what all the ruckus was about though.

" Juu! What are you doing out here alone? You know your mother'll throw a fit if she finds out you're gone!!" Came the voice of her friend Lemone.

" Lelo! What's going on? Why are you here?"

Her friend smirked, she was all of 3 years older than Juniper, and acted as if she knew all, before saying condescendingly, " Don't you know? They are crowning the prince today! C'mon! I'll take you to my seat!!

With that, her friend took to the air, and flew on out of sight. Juniper sighed, for she was the more reasonable of the two, and followed her at a more reasonable pace. When she caught up to Lemone, she was standing, or rather flying, in an impatient posture.

" Took you long enough! Now C'mon! I'm not going to wait up again!" Lemone said flying off, faster than before. Juniper followed quickly this time, unwilling to face her other's ire once more. Suddenly, Lemone stopped over a grassy hill, and said, " Here, we'll be able to see everything."

Juniper sat alongside Lemone carefully, and looked out onto the lavish courtyard. Suddenly, trumpets blared and silenced the milling crowd.

A boy, who was Lemone's age, if Juniper remembered correctly, walked out of the castle to the courtyard, surrounded by a royal escort.

" It's starting," Lemone whispered, as if normal speech would be heard throughout the courtyard, and spoil the ceremony, " As you can see, the royal escort's still beefed up, since it's so close to the king's untimely death."

" We are gathered here Today," Boomed a man suddenly, drowning out all the whispers of the crowd, " To witness a boy becoming a man, to usher in a new empire, to celebrate the great glory to come."

The man turned from the crowd to the boy, who was kneeling. " Do you accept this medallion I am offering you, along with all the responsibilities and privileges? Do you vow to uphold all that we, the Saiyans, prize most and stand for, to protect our people throughout your reign, and usher in a new glory for our people such as has never been seen before?"

" Aye, I do so vow." The prince said calmly, though his voice was strangely just as loud as the man's.

" So be it, then take this medallion, and rise King and Ward, of the Saiyans, never to remove the medallion until the day of your death. "

Then, the man slipped the Royal Medallion, on a silver chain, around the Prince, now King's neck.

" I so rise," The King said standing, and the cheer that tore from the throats of all the Saiyans watching could be heard from miles out to space.

" Long Live King Vegeta!!! LONG LIVE KING VEGETA!!!! LONG LIVE KING VEGETA!!!!!"

Millions of light years away, in a spaceship, a strange alien sat on a throne, sipping extravagant wine.

" Lord Frieza." The light-blue skinned second-in-command said.

" Yes, Zarbon?" the alien calling himself Frieza replied.

" Where shall I tell the navigator to go?"

" Hmmm......How about the Planet Golond??"

" Yes Lord."

AN: Done again classic revisited....

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