I don't own DBZ or characters, blah, blah blah. I'm only putting this on here once, it's kind of obvious anyway. This is AU in several different ways, but I had fun writing it, so I hope you have fun reading it.

Thanks MKH2 for the review. I'm glad you liked it. Reviews are fun to read.

Here goes:

Prologue

The woman sighed as she counted off the babies. "Argh, twenty more today! The Saiyan population is booming! Soon, there be no room for those of us who are old!"

The woman was old, at least in Saiyan terms. To a human, she would look about thirty. In perfect shape and health she walked back and forth examining the new Saiyans. She was feeling especially old today. Her stride was not as smooth, but she ignored that and began to test the babies' levels.

Most were lower class, and she passed three girls and two boys in quick succession. Then she came to a small pointy haired youth who struck her as similar. Carefully, she examined the computer console above the baby. "Hmm," she growled, "Bardock's child. No wonder he looks familiar." She stood and looked at the baby who now slept peacefully. He was curled in a ball, and happily he sucked his thumb. Suddenly, a nightmare seemed to stir him. Stretching in angst, he put his head back and began to howl with a ferocity she had not seen before. Like a chain reaction, every other baby in the lab began to sob. All of them woke up. However, over all the noise, she could hear Bardock's child crying. The child next to him seemed especially disturbed. She checked his name tag, "Huh," she said, "Broli. Seems he's already been tested. I guess it looks like he's going to be pretty strong. Well, let's see my grandson's class. With Bardock as his father he is almost definitely going to be low class."

Slowly, the baby calmed down. As Bardock's child stopped crying, all the others fell asleep as well.

The old Saiyan woman checked her grandson's readings. She stared at the screen intently, and then slowly she stated, "This can't be right."

There was no reading. The number just kept going up. She pounded on the screen, but nothing changed. "Blasted computer," she said, and then she went to find a technician.

A crowd gathered around the baby, including the rough form of his father Bardock. Bardock had been offered to go to a planet with "mind readers" but he had turned them down. Something felt wrong about it, but Bardock didn't care. Freeza hadn't specifically ordered him to do it, so there was no need for him to go. He was perfectly happy as he stood amid the chaos. Several people were screaming at the technician as he tried to see what was wrong with the computer.

"Well," came a deep voice from the hallway, "what is wrong with the boy's console?" Everyone turned to see King Vegeta standing there with his son next to him, a dark scowl on his face.

The technician looked nervous. He had checked every gadget, and they weren't going to like what he had to say.

"Uh, your majesty, nothings wrong with the console. It is trying to gauge a correct reading of the boy's potential, and it seems to find no limit."

"No limit to what?" the King asked curious.

"No limit to his potential, sire."

Immediately, people began yelling again, some at the technician, some at one another, and some, even irrationally began to yell at the baby, as if he meant to cause these problems. Finally, King Vegeta raised his arm. Everyone stopped. "Try him on a different console," King Vegeta stated.

Everyone, amazed at the King's brilliance stopped talking and did as he suggested. The baby was taken and put on the end, and once again, the computer was set to gauge his potential. Everyone watched breathlessly as the level increases...and increased...and increased.

King Vegeta stood agape, but quickly regained his composure. "I don't know what this means," he said, "send for the Elder."

An hour later, an old, old female Saiyan walked in. Humans might have called the Saiyan 80 or 90 years old, while in Saiyan she was far older than that. Once you began to show your age, you were approaching the end of your life. However, as long as anyone could remember, the Elder had been alive. She slowly walked to the computer console, where it continued to increase. She laid a finger on the baby's head, and at the unfamiliar touch, the baby began to wail again. Again, the chain reaction occurred as every other baby began to sob. Over the din, the Elder picked up the small Saiyan child and gently cuddled him. At the unfamiliar gentle caress, the baby stopped crying. Affection was not shown to infant Saiyans, and because of that, it was supposed to make them twice as ferocious. The console stopped calculating because it no longer had contact with the baby, and slowly the other children stopped crying. The small child looked up at the Elder, and smiled.

"Well, Elder?" asked King Vegeta. Prince Vegeta, King Vegeta's son, watched all the goings-on with a scowl. He didn't like the fact that everyone was paying so much attention to the baby. He wanted them to pay attention to him.

"He will be powerful one day, more powerful than any before him," croaked the Elder whose name had long been forgotten. "He will stand among the Saiyan race as an emblem of freedom, and he will free us from Freeza's grasp!" As the Elder had spoken, her voice had risen from a croak into a powerful sound that filled the hearts of the Saiyan's around her, "Freeza himself has just declared that Saiyan children will stay on Planet Vegeta, and no longer shall babies be sent to conquer other planets. This child will remain here, and will be taught by the wisest and strongest of the Saiyan race. And he shall be called Kakarott."