Zarbon and Dodoria looked upon the wreckage of the Castle from above, the countless cheering Saiyans, children, women, Saiyans of all classes. Banded together, unanimous in their unbelievable hatred of Lord Freeza.
Zarbon shuddered to think of what they were doing with their Lord's mangled corpse.
Dodoria imagined the same thing and grinned.
King Vegeta was inside the Noble Room in front of a holographic model of the area around Planet Vegeta. He was absolutely swamped, everything was happening too quickly for him. The nobles around him bickered whether to show the masses the Super Saiyan. King Vegeta had ordered a planet-wide space-vehicle shut down, any attack ball or ship that tried to take off were shot down by Saiyans, effectively stranding all of Freeza's troops planetside. The only ones that still had to be dealt with were the ones aboard Freeza's ship. Luckily even they weren't that much of a threat. The Ginyu force were far away, the only ones aboard were his assistants and the ship's crew. And his army of mooks, but a few Saiyans with a power level of over nine thousand would be enough to handle them. King Vegeta compiled a list in his head. Only about a hundred or so Saiyans had a power level above 3000. Himself and his son included.
He considered turning the scouter network back on. His son or Nappa would definitely call soon after Vegeta finished his assignment. And they would know something was wrong. Then they'd call Freeza and the whole Empire would know something was wrong. His thought's were interrupted by his 'son' from the future. Vegeta the Super Saiyan. Immediately the nobles dropped their extremely important work to fawn over the old man and continue their assault of favors.
"Hello, planet in jeopardy here?!" King Vegeta called across the room.
"Yes, listen to your King, I'll still be here after this whole mess is wrapped up."
The nobles grumbled and began slowly drifting back to their work. Future Vegeta made his way to the map and took a seat next to King Vegeta. "You're presence here is distracting the nobles."
"Oh well."
King Vegeta growled slightly. "Excuse me, but you're presence here, while I am grateful that you killed Freeza, actually, no. You didn't kill him, you almost killed him. It took a gathering a large chunk of the world population to finally sever his head." King Vegeta smiled. "But still, despite that contribution, we could have met in secret and planned this whole thing out better."
"I could go back in time and meet you even earlier if you want."
"Y-you could?"
"Yep. But in this world I'd simply leave. And you already told everyone that I'm here."
The King frowned. "Hmph."
"Well, can I reveal myself to my adoring masses now?"
"We don't need any more distractions time traveler. You can blow up your own ego after we deal with the Planet Trade Organization. Until then, stay in the gardens, feast, learn up on our religion. If you want entertainment I can go recruit a harem for you or organizes a small tournament but- why are you blushing?"
Vegeta realized he was blushing and cleared his throat turning away. "Th-that won't be necessary D- er, King Vegeta. I uh.. well… urgh. N-never mind."
The King raised an eyebrow. "Ve- er, Super Saiyan have you never-?"
"Of course I have. I'm older than you, I have my own kids and grandkids now." He grumbled beneath his breath. "It's just.. well don't call me a romantic or anything, but I believe in mating for life."
"Huh. Wait… you said in your world all the Saiyans were dead, so how did you…" King Vegeta's eyes widened. "Hybrids?" He asked slowly "From a Prince?! It's an insult to our line!"
"Hey, I was in control of my own life. Beside, my grandsons could incinerate you with a thought, Saiyan-Earthling hybrids are insanely strong."
"It doesn't matter how stro- okay, it does. But it's not worth tainting our lineage!"
"Are you calling my children taints?!"
"What if I am?" The King growled.
Vegeta's golden hair started glowing even brighter, blue lightning crackling around his body. The nobles looked on in fear and awe as their King argued with the Legendary Super Saiyan.
"Pick up your scouter." Vegeta said simply.
The Kin growled and put it on, turning it on.
"Read my power level."
"Fine." The King looked at the number as it began calculating.
"I'm keeping it level, so the scouter shouldn't burst into flames on your ear."
The King watched as the scouter continued for longer and longer to calculate the power level. It was well past the time it would take to calculate something in the thousands. He was already in the hundred thousands? No. Too long for even that. He was sure it would have passed a million by now.
"Should I lower it a bit? Not too patient, are you? I'm curious too."
Finally the number stopped. "Tuh… two…"
"Two what?"
"Two hundred eighty…"
The other Saiyans were listening with interest now.
"Two hundred eighty million." King Vegeta said in almost a whisper. He was only ten thousand himself.
They gasped. Backing up from Vegeta with pure fear now, he was far more powerful than Freeza, Cold, or Cooler, even by the largest estimates of their full power.
One of the Saiyan nobles growled. "Impossible. That power level is impossible!"
The King and the Super Saiyan looked on the burly noble. "You doubt the words of your King?! Look for yourself." He tossed the scouter to him.
"I don't need to look, I know it's impossible. This is all a fancy ruse, isn't it? You got lucky with Freeza, and now you're using the legend of the Super Saiyan to gain even more power, eh Vegeta?!"
"Kabbaga stand down. Your words are treasonous."
"Feh, it's golden hair dye and a fancy hologram." Kabbaga dismissed. "I remember when we were all fighting against the Tuffle, you led us then in battle, and we got glory and honor under your command. But when we finally won you started grabbing more and more power, ruining any chances for democracy, destroying constitutions that didn't give you enough power, creating puppet institutions to just get you more and more power. And when the Arcosians showed up you signed us up for slavery to Freeza!" He was roaring now. "And now you're using our legends and a lucky shot to grab even more power for yourself!" King Vegeta growled and started charging an execution beam. "It doesn't matter if you kill me Vegeta! My words have been heard! The Saiyans in this room, no matter how blindly they trust you, or how deep their loyalty is, they've heard my words! They know I'm right!"
King Vegeta fired at Kabbaga's head, and looked with shock as Future Vegeta held out a finger, holding back the entirety of the blast with only the ki being pushed from the finger. "Well, Kabbaga, was it? Let me tell you something." He started walking forward, grinning madly. The beam was still being held back, but it fluctuated with every step. "I tried for years to become a Super Saiyan, I actually left the planet when I was but a child with that as my only goal, and I've only returned to have fun and spend my retirement here. I don't know anything about the Saiyan religion, I don't know what to do, or rather, what I'm expected to do. And frankly, there's no one on this entire planet I have to listen to. I'm not helping King Vegeta, he's entertaining me."
"Y-You're going to be just like Freeza, aren't you?!"
"I don't know, maybe, eventually. In some ways." Vegeta frowned at being compared to the nightmare of his childhood. "But I'm not going to dictate you, that's his job." He said, pointing at the King. "I'm here for the ride. I'm here to help however I can and have fun without exerting myself." Vegeta stepped forward, still balancing the beam, which had now converged into a blob of destructive energy, on his finger. "With that said Kabbaga, the King might be everything you just said, but I am the Super Saiyan." He flexed his finger and the energy from the execution beam evaporated.
Vegeta stepped away from the shivering Saiyan noble, stretching and yawning. "I'm going outside. I'm going to fly around the planet a few times, relive some old memories. Contact me telepathically when you've got your plan."
"Telepathically?"
"Oh yeah, nobody can do that here…" Vegeta put a finger to his forehead and let out a burst of ki at everyone in the room. "Just do that when you want to contact me."
And without another word the prince of all Saiyans flew out the nearest window, shooting across the sky in a golden flash.
King Vegeta's fears were confirmed by the screams and cheers of the Saiyans outside. "Well, let's get back to work. Oh yeah, Kabbaga?"
"Y-yes?" He said, still in a cold sweat from Vegeta's glare.
"The Legendary Super Saiyan has implied that he wants to spare you, but the next time you speak out like that I'm going to pull off your tail and gag you with it."
"Y-yes King Vegeta."
-nursery-
Paragus sat, waiting by the window, listening to the crying of the Saiyan babies across the wall. He had to know. It was this sudden chaos alone that had kept him.
He got up as he sensed movement in the other room, and he shot up, ready to strike. He watched as two aliens under Freeza's command walked into the nursery. He froze up as they moved toward Broly, but let out a sigh of relief as they picked up the Saiyan babe next to him, Bardock's son.
He had read the scouter reading. His son, less than a week old, already had a power level of ten thousand. Close to King Vegeta's himself. He had heard of such cases before. King Vegeta had executed any baby with that condition, and eliminated any knowledge of their birth. But he wasn't going to let it happen. His son was going to be a wonderful warrior someday.
His thoughts were interrupted by conversation between the two.
"Did you tell Vegeta about the children?"
"Yeah, it's ironic how they're in the same batch. Even in next door cribs." He said. Paragus' blood ran cold as the doctor picked up Broly as well.
"So, what did he say?"
"He said he couldn't let it bother him at the moment, that he'd deal with Broly later. As for Kakarot, he had very specific instructions."
"Yeah?"
"Apparently his attack ball is the only space-faring vehicle that's allowed to go out."
The doctor next to him was silent for a moment, setting Broly back down again. "Do… you believe in what the Saiyans are saying?"
"The return of their god, or the death of Freeza?"
"They go hand in hand really."
"No. I don't think so."
"But why else would they gather in such numbers?"
"Maybe they only think it's their Super Saiyan, and they only think Freeza's dead."
"As opposed to there being a glowing blond Saiyan who happened to hit Freeza the moment he wanted to take a nap?"
"…Yes?"
"Yeah… sure."
"So where's Kakarot going?"
"Somewhere called Eyarth."
"It's earth, seriously. It's like calling Meat mee-at, or calling planet Cold colida or something. It's very clearly the word earth as in dirt."
"Whatever. That's where he's going, even with his average power level he should be able to handle himself pretty well there. The full moon comes really quickly there, it actually occurs so often they can tell what time of the month it is just by looking up."
"Yep, but it's supposedly really life-filled. There are plants everywhere, millions of animals, and billions of people with power levels of ten or less."
Paragus's eyes widened.
"Yep, and just think, this attack ball is going to be the only one to leave the planet for who knows how long."
"maybe we should go along with Kakarot, who knows when these Saiyans will start massacring all the foreigners Freeza brought with him. These guys are too filled with celebration right now, but soon they'll start killing everyone involved with Freeza."
The two doctors looked at Kakarot and the attack ball, considering the possibility of leaving the planet. "But… why is King Vegeta authorizing only this one launch? If they killed Freeza why would they still send babies to other planets? And why Kakarot in particular, why Earth?"
"Stop stalling. If… you want to go in, I'll allow it. But as for me, I'm staying here."
"But they could turn on us any second!"
"I'm a doctor, not a soldier, I've done nothing but help these Saiyans when they come home in injured, my only shame is that I have to watch them kill their own strong ones. Like Broly. But I'm done with that now. Go on Charl."
"N… nah. I'm staying too."
They shared a hug and walked back to the launch controls. Paragus considered the possibilities and took a breath, breaking through the glass, grabbing Broly by the foot, and jumping into the Attack Ball as it closed. He picked up the still-crying Kakarot and placed him in his left arm, Broly in his right, as the ship was launched from the surface. The two doctors watched, dumbstruck, as they saw the Attack Ball blaze into the sky.
"Sh-should we tell anyone?"
"… Let's keep it to ourselves for now."
-in space-
Bardock was engulfed in his visions of destruction. He could see the end of the world by Cooler's hand, in the far future. He had always expected that Freeza would be the one to do it. But the psychic powers he got from Kanassa wouldn't lie to him, he was sure of it.
He saw his son, all grown up on another world, and a few others, all glowing brightly, all radiating strength. All fighting Cooler.
Freeza's brother would eventually destroy the Planet Vegeta.
Bardock hissed as he gripped a particularly bad wound in his shoulder. Imagining ripping Dodoria apart he managed to stay awake through the pain and the Attack Ball's hibernating agents.
"Tora… Fasha… Borgos… Shugesh. I will avenge you. Freeza will pay for his betrayal, Dodoria will pay for what he did to us. I will avenge us…" He drifted slowly under the hibernation chemicals and his tortured visions.
But it went away the moment he sensed the ki of his son. Bardock smiled. Sensing ki was a rare ability for Saiyans, he had been near ten thousand the last time he checked, he was sure that after recovering from these wounds he'd be stronger that King Vegeta. He frowned, knowing what happened to most Saiyans that approached the ten thousand mark. Had King Vegeta ordered his death?
His train of thought was burst as he sensed what else was in the pod. Paragus! His commander, a middle class Saiyan. And finally, the third life form inside, a mere baby like Kakarot, but his power level somehow exceeded Bardock's.
He was tempted to open the pod to speak with him, but there was no sign that Paragus would have stopped for him. And beside simple curiosity, why should Bardock care? He didn't care about Kakarot. He had shown just about the same amount of attention to Raditz and Turles, and he knew that they turned out fine.
Well… 'fine' was a strong word. 'Still alive despite' might be closer.
He trusted Paragus to take care of Kakarot. Paragus was immensely loyal to the Saiyan race, and considering how excited he was when Paragus found out Kailan was pregnant, he liked kids, so he could trust Paragus to take care of Kakarot wherever they were going.
He felt himself falling asleep. "No! Stop being reassured! You don't give a crap about your own son, so keep on brooding about revenge so you can stay awake Bardock!" He shouted at himself.
-a few minutes later-
The Attack Ball hit the landing pad, and two Saiyans and the alien in charge of the Attack Ball field, rushed over to the pod, opening the door and catching the peacefully sleeping Bardock as he slid out of his chair.
"Look at these wounds, looks like Planet Meat messed him up. Where do you think the rest of his team is?"
With that Bardock started up again, surprising the two Saiyans that were supporting him. "M-my team… D-dodoria betrayed us… murdered them all in cold blood, beat me up, left me for dead, cocky #$% didn't even bother destroying all the attack balls on the planet before leaving."
"R-really?"
"Yes. And I promise you, random stranger, no matter what happens, no matter how long it takes, no matter how far I have to go! I will find him and I will kill him!"
"He's at the castle."
"Well that was easy. Heal me so I can kill him."
"Y-yes sir, Captain Bardock."
-Castle Vegeta-
Zarbon reclined in a chair in the noble room. He looked over the crowds flying around like flies, blotting out the almost eternally waning moon. He frowned at his partner messily eating from an abandoned noble's plate. He wasn't used to being ignored.
On Freeza's ship he was either being watched by his Lord, Freeza waiting for him to mess up badly enough that he'd have an excuse to kill him, or by the lower ranked crew or soldiers, watching Zarbon so that he doesn't kill them. He looked at Dodoria, frowning. His longest time comrade was no comfort. Well, that was a lie. Zarbon had lost purpose in his life, and then he gravitated toward Dodoria.
What did this say about him? Zarbon shook his head and tossed away the thought. Dodoria and his vulgar ways are familiar, but that's about it. He didn't know anyone on this planet, and frankly didn't want to. After all, less than a day ago he had advised Freeza to kill all the Saiyans on Vegeta. He frowned to think of what would happen if they ever found out. He easily had twice the power of anyone on the planet, with exception to the Super Saiyan and Dodoria.
His brooding was interrupted by the Saiyan girl who had the battle-axe earlier. He looked her up and down, and concluded that while her red robes matched her personality, they completely clashed with her green head band, which wasn't fashionable in the slightest given her hair style. "What do you want?"
"I'm Maiz."
"And?"
"She botherin' you Zarbon?" Dodoria asked, hunger in his voice.
"No, not yet." Zarbon answered simply. "I'm sorry, do we know each other?"
"I'm the one who answered your call earlier, the one who told you Freeza was almost dead?"
"Oh." Zarbon blinked, remembering what he said. "Ohh."
"Were you serious?" She asked with a little grin.
"Of course not, I was panicking. And desperate. And panicking."
"Ah, that's too bad. The other girls would've been jealous."
"That's your only motive, to make other girls jealous?"
"Nah, I just wanted to check whether you were serious or not."
"Well I'm not, stop bothering me."
"So she is bothering you." Dodoria said, getting to his feet and picking up the carving knife on the plate.
She fired a beam at the knife, melting it. Dodoria roared and charged at her, knocking her to the opposite wall and teleporting next to her with a fork. "Been a while since I've eaten Saiyan." He said sadistically.
"Stop it Dodoria, you're going to make me throw up." Zarbon shouted, not getting up from his seat.
"Ah, you're no fun Zarbon."
"Then why don't you go somewhere else."
Dodoria let out a humph and dropped the girl. She teleported behind him and created a sphere of energy she promptly tried to shove into his ear.
"That's it! I'm going to kill you!" He roared, punching her through the wall and jumping after her.
"Darn it Dodoria! Don't cause a scene, you'll bring waves of them down on us!"
"Then we'll just have to start a massacre." Dodoria said, bearing a mad, grim, smile.
Maiz got up a few feet away and jumped at Dodoria again before he flicked her away. "We both might as well be Freeza and Cooler! None of these guys mean anything to us!"
"What about the Super Saiyan?" Zarbon asked, beginning to panic as Maiz cried out from another strike. "Stop it Dodoria, control yourself!"
"Freeza aint here no more!" the pink monstrosity growled, beginning to chuckle. "There's nobody holding me back!"
Zarbon put his foot down and jumped at Dodoria, knocking him to the side before he could land another strike on Maiz. "Darn it Dodoria, I'm stronger than you, listen to me when I tell you to do something you oaf!" He turned on his scouter. "You're 22,000. I'm 24,000. It's that simple."
"And she's only a thousand. So what? Why should I stop when I can rampage to my heart's content? Come on Zarbon, cut loose a little, have fun, drink, turn into a giant lizard, whatever!"
Zarbon growled, his muscles bulging, his face being pushed out by his bones, and a monstrous voice came out. "You want the beast?! You get the beast!" He roared before tackling Dodoria to the ground.
-Castle Vegeta-
King Vegeta frowned as the aid came to deliver the last hour's events. Zarbon and Dodoria had leveled a city block, Bardock was in emergency care, Paragus, his son, and Bardock's son had escaped in the one pod that had been somehow exempted from his space travel ban, and the Super Saiyan was apparently taking a tour of the planet, with a large percentage of the planet's population following him wherever he went.
This day had been one disaster after another.
"It couldn't possibly get any worse." He said to himself out loud.
-an unknown quadrant, several million miles away-
"Lord Cooler?"
"Yes Salza? What is it? I have stuff to do today, I have fifteen planets to destroy by noon!"
"It eez about your brother."
"Freeza, what has that spoiled brat gotten himself into now?"
"You know that transmitter he haz in hiz scouter that sends out an alarm if he dies? Well, it went off."
Cooler's face was one of utter sadistic glee. "Where?!"
"Planet Vegeta."
"I freaking called it!"