The End of the Beginning
Far away in the blackness of space, a small pod rocketed along, its occupant, a small boy, 2 or 3 years old, wearing armour, lay sleeping. As he slept, a computer inside the spacecraft activated, and a hologram appeared, it was of a man, in similar amour to the child, and he also shared some physical similarities,
"Hello my son. I hope you will remember me, for I am your Father. You are part of a strong race of warriors called Saiyans. As a member of this race, you possess great strength and power, but it is how you use this power that will shape your destiny.
"You see while we are a noble race, we have lost our way. Honour and Courage, have been forgotten and replaced with Pride and Power. The strongest lead and all others are weak. And that is wrong my son.
"While it is true that some are weaker than others, that does not mean they should be destroyed; cast aside for those who wield great power and lack a moral core. I blame a tyrant for our races fall into darkness; his Name is Frieza, and someday the universe will right the wrongs that he has done. But until then, I must protect you from harm.
"I had hoped that your mother and I would raise you, and that we could watch you grow into the great Saiyan Warrior I know you will become. But you had to be saved. So you have been sent here instead, until the time comes, when you can find us again.
"Myself, your mother and other's like us, who believe in Honour, and restoring our race to it's glory, and to protect the universe. All of us have now left Planet Vegeta; we have travelled to another world, far away from the threat of Frieza. A world where we can grow strong, and someday return.
"Along with this message, are the coordinates to find us again. I hope to see you again some day... My son. Never forget who you are; you are Buka, a Saiyan, and I am Sohok, your Father."
The hologram faded away, and the Saiyan child Buka slept on, unaware that not too far away, was the planet Earth. As the Pod neared the atmosphere, a fault occurred, and deceleration wasn't happening fast enough. The pod hit the ground hard, bounced, then landed close to a house.
The old man popped his head out, surprised to see an actual space ship right on his own doorstep! He was just about to call the authorities when he heard a noise; it was a child's wails. He walked over to the pod, peered inside, and was surprised to see a small monkey-tailed boy wearing armour crying. The pod door opened, and the old man picked up the child,
"There there now, it's alright. You're safe now. My my you must've bumped your head hard. And... well look at that, a tail!" The old man poked at it gently, and got a smack on the hand. The boy giggled slightly,
"Tickle" The old man smiled, he then cried as the boy got a hold of his long silver hair and tugged hard, he cried even more when he grabbed his beard.
As he watched the boy eat ferociously, he walked out to the pod, and poked it with a stick. It suddenly whirred, and out popped a Hologram of a serious looking man wearing similar amour to the boy,
"Greetings, my name is Sohok. And that boy is my son. If you are seeing this message, then he has landed safely. He is just a boy right now, and he has much to learn. Teach him Honour and Courage, teach him to respect others and to control his own power. Someday he wish to join us, and when he is ready, the coordinates are here. Until then, please, watch over him. His name is..." The hologram wavered and distorted, and then cleared up,
"...he has great power inside of him; teach him to use it wisely. And keep him out of sight of a full moon; if he should see it, he will change into a huge beast, his power will treble, and he will lose all control and restraint; if that should happen he could very well destroy your planet. He may learn to control it, but until then, be aware..." The hologram distorted again, and once again it cleared,
"... lastly make sure you have plenty of food, he has a big appetite. I wish you good luck, to whomever finds this him." The hologram faded away, and the old man stood quietly where he was, pondering.
He walked back into the house, and saw that the boy was still eating. He looked down at him, and couldn't help but smile,
"Well we'll have to work on your manners, but least you've got a big stomach. Hmm, have to give you a name though; can't have you living here and not have a name can we? Now let's see..." As he thought, the little boy watched him, until he saw something catch his eye; he then got up, and walked over to it, pointing at it and staring at it in wonder. The old man turned around, and saw what he was pointing at and smiled,
"That is called a tiger. It's a big animal, tough and fierce, and strong, and never to be underestimated. A bit like you I'd bet." The boy smiled as he starred at the statue of the tiger; in its mouth was a small round orange ball, with stars on it. The Old man smiled,
"I know! I'll call you Tora. My name is Rai, but you can call me Grandpa." He picked up the little boy, who laughed happily, and threw a kick which caught Rai on the jaw, he groaned slightly,
"Now that's a strong kick. Let's just hope you don't do that all the time eh?"
As night fell over the home in the mountains, Rai moved Tora's ship out to the back of his home, making sure no one sure any evidence that a child from the stars was living in his home.