The landing was softer than Vegito had expected. He had at least landed on solid ground, which was a good sign. He had been concerned that if his coordinates were off by too much, his time machine would end up floating aimlessly in space. 'Now, I need to figure out if I made it to the right planet…' He mused. He hit the red button that released the top of the craft, and slowly made his way out. Thick dust swirled around the landscape, making it difficult for him to see the ground and what lay ahead. Cautiously, he hopped out and squinted, attempting to see beyond the haze. A breeze came by finally clearing some of the dust away. Vegito was surrounded by Saiyans, looking ready to fight.

"WAIT!" He yelled, as one began to jump forward to attack him. The man stopped mid-air at his words, and seemed to take in Vegito's appearance.

"Who are you? You look somehow like a Saiyan but… I know all of the Saiyans, and I've never seen you before." A man with traditional Saiyan armor, and a long blue cape stepped forward to examine Vegito closer.

"I am a Saiyan…" Vegito thought for a moment about how much he should be telling them. He wasn't sure they would take kindly to a half-Saiyan, half-human claiming to be the grandson of their prince, Vegeta. "I'm a Saiyan from the future. I'm the great grandson of a Saiyan, but I don't know what his name was…" He wondered how much they might believe or if they would press him for more information. The man with the cape eyed him suspiciously.

"From the future, huh? I am Mato, and I am one of the highest commanders of the Saiyan army. I can tell that you indeed have Saiyan blood… But what brings you to our planet in this time, if what you say is true?"

"This planet will be destroyed in two weeks. I live in a time where it hasn't existed for over 30 years. I will give you the details, but only if you take me to King Vegeta." Vegito glared back at Mato. He knew he needed to appear confident and unafraid if he was to be taken seriously. Another Saiyan man approached Mato to speak.

"Sir, you aren't really considering bringing this insane teenager to the King, are you? He just appeared out of nowhere. He could be an enemy attempting to kill the King!"

"Shut up, Toma. Are you really so weak and oblivious that you cannot sense that this boy has Saiyan blood in his veins? Besides, according to our scouters, his power level is quite insignificant. He couldn't possibly murder our King, surrounded by his guard, with that power. Do not question my choices." It was clear that Mato's decision was final. "What is your name, boy?"

"Gito." He had decided not to use his full name. It was too similar to that of the King and Prince. His uncanny similarities to his grandfather were suspicious enough. His name would make it all too obvious where his lineage came from.

"Well, Gito, you may follow me to the palace." Mato and a few of his guards led the way for Vegito. He could see the palace placed at the top of a small hill. Saiyan guards littered the walkway as they came closer to the entrance. Mato nodded to the guards at the front gate, who pushed a button to open the doors for them. Several minutes later, they had made it in front of two large oak doors that stood floor to ceiling.

"Nion, I must have audience with the King. We have an unexpected visitor with important information regarding enemies of ours." The man named Nion scampered into the room for a minute, and then returned. Nodding toward Mato, he opened the large doors.

A lush, red carpet stretched from the front of the room to the throne. Vegito had expected grandeur, but the size of the room still surprised him. The number of guards surrounding the King had to reach near 40 in total. Vegito could sense, however, that their powers were meaningless to him. As they approached the throne, King Vegeta looked down to them, and Vegito caught his eye.

'My God, he looks so much like my son… Could this be the unexpected visitor…? But…' The King thought.

"Sir." Mato bowed and gestured for Vegito to do the same. He obliged. "This young man has some… information… regarding a potential attack on our planet. He requested audience with you as soon as possible. He is an unknown Saiyan."

"An unknown Saiyan? How can this be? Explain yourself, child!"

"King, I prefer to tell my story in a more… Private place?" He looked around, gesturing towards the many guards. "I assure you that it will all make sense when I explain, but the information is of a sensitive nature. Only the most important and vital should hear it in its entirety." King Vegeta glared. Something about this boy was so familiar to him.

"Fine. Mato and I shall take you to my private chambers. My guards will wait outside the room and be more than ready should you choose to try anything." Mato nodded his agreement to the King.

Vegito was again escorted by several guards on their walk. This time, it was only down a hallway. They reached the room and went inside, sitting around a small wooden table.

"Well?" The King asked, eyeing Vegito carefully.

"As I explained to Mato, I am a Saiyan from the future. I live in a time where the Saiyan planet has been destroyed for well over 30 years. That destruction will take place in about two weeks, and I hope to prevent it."

"Are you mentally ill, boy? How do you expect me to believe a thing like that? If our planet was destroyed, how can you possibly even exist? And why wouldn't our race be able to defend itself? Who are you descended from?"

"I don't know where my Saiyan blood line traces from, but I can assure you I am Saiyan. It was told to me that my father had been sent from the planet on a mission during its destruction."

"Then you aren't a full blooded Saiyan at all, are you? You are probably just some half breed one of our men created during a mission, come to infiltrate and destroy us yourself."

"NO!" Vegito yelled. "I am from the future. Examine my time machine, I don't care. You're right, I am a half Saiyan. My grandmother is one of the most intelligent beings in the universe and she designed this time machine. I stole it to save our race."

"Mato? What evidence can you give of this before I begin thinking that you are insane as well for bringing this child to me?"

"Sir, I was in the village speaking with some of my men. I was looking directly at the middle of the square when his machine popped in out of nowhere. There is no way it was simply a space ship. It materialized from thin air, and the technology appears to be highly advanced."

King Vegeta glared at Vegito carefully. "So what is your name? And who, supposedly, is going to destroy us?"

"My name is Gito. Lord Freeza will destroy the Saiyan planet in exactly two weeks, early in the morning. He fears the Saiyans and their legend of the great super Saiyan, and he wants to extinguish the race all at once. The only ones who survive are those who were out on missions at the time. Freeza eventually hunts them down and forces them to join him, conquering planets and selling them to high bidders."

King Vegeta immediately knew this was true. Recently, Freeza had been extremely aggressive with the King. Just the other day, during a meeting between the two, he had made a comment about not being sure he could stand the Saiyans much longer. It seemed that the more the Saiyans produced strong fighters to work for Freeza, the angrier he became with them. Their ability to gain power was frightening to him, King Vegeta now realized.

"I believe you, boy, but it does not matter. We are not strong enough to defeat Freeza and all of his men at this time. We certainly cannot gain enough strength to do so in two weeks. Perhaps you should have come back at a much earlier time, so we may have trained."

Vegito smirked. "That's no problem, sir. I can defeat him all on my own." He stood up and let his power engulf him. King Vegeta's eyed grew wide as he took in the boy's strength. The yellow glow, blonde hair, and green eyes. This boy, this supposed future half Saiyan, had done it. He had achieved the legend. This child was a super Saiyan and he could save the race.