Over a century later…

"You've held us under your foot for so many years… forcing us to do your bidding, ending millions of innocent lives, BUT NO MORE!" the saiyan shouted, "We don't work for you anymore Cooler, you can go straight to hell!"

Cooler floated in the upper atmosphere of Planet Vegeta. His right hand man, Sauza, was by his side. Before him was a third-class saiyan soldier with palm-tree shaped hair that seemed to defy gravity. How this low-level trash had caught wind of his plan, Cooler had no idea.

The saiyan, Bardock, charged a ki blast in his hand. "This is for all the lives taken in your name, all the pain you've caused, the hell you've put us through!" Bardock roared, "here, take it THE POWER OF THE SAIYAN RACE!"

With that, he launched the blast at Cooler, who simply laughed as he raised one finger. A ki ball formed above it, and quickly grew into a death ball. Cooler launched it, and soon it collided with Bardock's blast. However, ineffective, Bardock's blast was merely pushed backward by the death ball's force. Bardock stared in shock, as both his own blast and Cooler's consumed him. With this, there was a brilliant light as the death ball began to collide with planet Vegeta.

As he felt his life leaving him, Bardock heard a voice. "Do not despair father, the Cold family shall not go unpunished…" the voice said to him. "Kakarot… Thank you for this gift, Kannasan," he whispered to himself. With his last breath Bardock gave a triumphant yell, "YOU'RE A FOOL COOLER! YOU CAN NEVER DESTROY THE SAIYAN RACE! MY SON LIVES! KAKAROT LIVES ON!" Bardock began to chuckle, as his life came to an end.

Oblivious to the events that had just unfolded, an infant was rocketing through space in an attack pod. This caught the attention of a certain horned frost demon.

Frieza, in his repressed form, watched the scene from his hoverchair. He watched in indifference as his elder brother obliterated planet Vegeta. Then he noticed an attack pod carrying a saiyan child. While he couldn't care less about a filthy monkey infant, Frieza knew that this survivor may be important to Cooler. As far as he knew, Cooler had wanted all saiyans, save the prince and two others, exterminated. If holding on to this child irked him, Frieza would take great delight in doing so. Besides, he might be a useful soldier one day.

Cooler looked at the aftermath of the destruction, quite pleased with himself. However, one thing still bothered him. "That saiyan.. he said something about his son, Kakarot?" he said to Sauza. "Yes monsieur Cooler, he claimed zat he was still alive," Sauza responded in a thick accent. "Hmm… we'd better check the records of ships arriving and leaving the planet, to see if there were more survivors than we'd intended," Cooler stated as he and Sauza made their way back to Cooler's ship.

"Lord Cooler, the records indicate an attack ball left planet Vegeta shortly after its destruction!" a crew member exclaimed, "it was carrying a saiyan infant, and heading towards the planet Earth!" Cooler thought to himself, "So that crazy monkey wasn't as delusional as I thought..." He turned to his crew. "Alright men, your new mission is to find this filthy monkey boy and bring him to me!"

"Don't bother."

Cooler looked at his communication screen. "Frieza…" he muttered. "Oh how great it is to hear you haven't forgotten your brother, Cooler," the younger frost demon said sarcastically. "Alright, get to it, what do you mean by 'don't bother,' what're you pulling?" Cooler snapped. "Oh, brother dear, I'm not pulling anything, well except for maybe this," Frieza remarked, as he held up a crying saiyan baby, by its tail.

"Bring him back to me!" Cooler demanded. "Oh but brother, finders keepers!" Frieza cackled vexatiously. Cooler growled, "FATHER! Frieza is annoying me!" King Cold, who had been listening on the communicator to his sons quarrel in amusement, said, "Well kids, you know sharing is caring!" Cooler sighed. "Father, just because Frieza insists on acting like a child, doesn't mean you have to treat us like so!"

"Oh I don't think he was the only one acting like a child, Cooler," Cold responded, "Anyways, we will allow this monkey boy to serve under both your armies; I order it!"

Neither of the two wanted to argue with the stern order. Thus began the life of Kakarot, the soldier of both Frieza and Cooler's armies.

At the same time this happened, the new life of another warrior began, on Earth.

Just outside Orin Temple, an infant, hardly a year old, was left abandoned. He was without a family, or a home. However, this child did not go unnoticed by the monks of the temple. The infant was taken in by the monks, who named him Krillin, due to his resemblance to a chestnut.

And so these two warriors, brought together in another universe by the malice of Frieza, remained separated. Their friendship forestalled, the two were left to face the hardships of life alone.

And face them they did.