Changing the Saiyan Race

by JeckParadox

A parody-like story about Vegeta spending his retirement rewriting history in an alternate universe. Saving the Saiyan race, making them give up their genocidal ways, and trying to set up his younger self with Bulma (as well as generally improving his childhood) being his goals. But his father, Bardock, and Cooler keep getting in his way. How will things turn out?

4. Anyone can survive in space

"Now then son, we don't want to act too hastily, do we?"

"Of course not Father, but we can't exactly allow them to go without punishment. I don't really care that Freeza's dead, but having them remain alive after committing the act is an insult on the entire Arcosian race!" Cooler growled. "Permission to destroy planet Vegeta?"

"Granted." His father said simply. "Honestly, I'd prefer it that way. Just blast it from orbit, heck, we could build enough of a beam here and just send it spiraling toward Vegeta. They'd never see it coming, with no way to retaliate."

"But that's the coward's way out." Cooler protested. "I want to face this Super Saiyan and beat him to pieces."

"And get killed like he was? Feh, I'd rather just find his cold, already dead, body from space after clearing away the wreckage of the planet."

"Dad! We're talking about my honor here!"

"And I'm trying to be practical. Now, son, think realistically for a second." Cold pulled up a program of the planet. "This is planet Vegeta, three minutes ago, see how there's no giant craters, and that it's still there, there's not even much storm activity. This means Freeza never got the chance to rampage in anything beyond his second form."

"And?"

"Which means that this theoretical Super Saiyan managed to kill Freeza before he could transform. Either he's incredibly fast, or it caught him off guard."

"I don't care, I'll be going at him in fourth form the whole time! He won't land a hit on me, let alone catch me by surprise."

"Fine, have it your way, I'll trust you to avenge him yourself. Do bring back his corpse."

"You're not coming with?"

"If you end up bragging too long and find yourself swarmed by monkeys someone's going to have to avenge you."

"I don't brag! Freeza brags, and that's why he's dead. I don't waste time bantering on and on about my superiority like that brat did, I'm completely secure in my sense of power."

"Which is why you're monologing to me right now."

"I-ugh, I'm not monologing! I'm just saying how-"

"Whatever Cooler. Go on now, I have a business to run."

"S-so I'm allowed to go?"

King Cold sighed. "Yes. Go."

-planet Vegeta-

Future Vegeta flew across the red sky and toward the west, having turned off his Super Saiyan mode no one paid him any attention as he flew toward a particularly large building. He landed in front of it, looking into the large steel structure with a smile.

He had almost never came here as a child. The Tomb of the Super Saiyan was one of the few examples of Saiyan 'culture' in the world. The Tournament grounds, maybe the Castle, and the Tomb. Most of what the Saiyans had were stolen from the dead Tuffles, when a Saiyan's house collapsed they just moved in with someone else, kicked someone else out of their house and lived in it, or just lived outside. Comforts weren't important to Saiyans. Most left the planet as babies and had death and murder surround them from day one, Coming home to Vegeta as a sort of rest stop between missions. A place to drink, to eat, to heal, to occasionally make children. Not what a home planet should be.

He hadn't realized that until he came to Earth. At first, when he was Freeza's soldier, every planet he stopped at to rest felt the same as Planet Vegeta, but he justified that with him feeling loss. He'd never show weakness in front of Nappa or Raditz, so he never asked, but he knew that they didn't miss Planet Vegeta that much themselves. His 'home', the place he had spent so long trying to avenge, meant little more to him than Freeza 79 or any other one of the nameless planets where he'd gorge himself and rest and train.

Planet Vegeta had become nothing more than a rest stop for soldiers.

Well, most of it.

The 'Tomb' was the closest thing Planet Vegeta had to a church or a cathedral. They were warriors first; a moral code was seen by many as an unnecessary weakness and inhibition. But for some a moral code was important. A sense of honor, a goal, a duty, all could be great motivators. And as such his Father raised him to be honorable, he proclaimed how one day he would become a Super Saiyan and conquer the universe in a great war, like the Legendary Super Saiyan of old.

Tarble absorbed the 'religion' much better than he had. Tarble had mentioned several times that he wanted to be a keeper here. That is, until it turned out that Tarble had next to zero lust for fighting and Vegeta banished him rather than have a prince who couldn't fight. Vegeta questioned whether he would bring Tarble home. He remembered Tarble being happy with his wife in his home universe. But he also wanted the Prince Vegeta of this universe to have his brother with him.

Vegeta frowned and shook his head. Those would be questions for a later time. Right now, he had a role to fulfill and take advantage of.

"Hellooo?" Vegeta called, standing outside of the giant metal tower in the middle of the badlands.

The door opened, an elderly Saiyan in yellow robes and furs walking out. The keepers didn't wear Freeza armor or Tuffle technology. They lived out in the badlands like the Saiyans of old. "What do you want?"

"Um. I want to learn about the Saiyan religion."

The old man blinked. "Seriously?"

"Yeah."

The old man did a little dance before turning around back into the tomb. "Come in! Come in! You're our first visitor this year!"

"Isn't new years in like a few weeks?"

"Yep, we don't see very many visitors! What brings you here?"

"I'm researching the Super Saiyan Legend. I'm sure you've heard the news after all."

"No, no… I'm pretty cut off, we don't believe in using Tuffle technology." He pointed at his ears. "No scouters."

"Ah. Well, lead on then."

"No, tell me the news."

"Well, as soon as you tell me about the Super Saiyan legends I'll tell you all about the goings on of the planet."

"That sounds about fair." The Saiyan nodded and walked into the massive tomb. He pointed at the walls.

"What are these? Copies of Cave drawings? They look extremely primitive."

"No, no… nothing like that at all. The schools around the planet send us all the paintings of Super Saiyans that they make…" The man looked extremely depressed. "W-we haven't really received any in a few years."

"Oh, that, from what I remember they just started sending babies to other planets a few years ago. The schools began getting shut down."

"Oh. I… didn't know." The Saiyan sighed. "I loved those pictures. Are the people at the other planets taking good care of the kids?"

"Well, the idea is that the kids wouldn't take good care of the planets."

Eventually they went underground, down a winding stone staircase, until they came to a dimly lit passage, on the walls were actual cave etchings of A giant blond Saiyan doing various acts of greatness. The elderly monk named them one by one as they passed.

"The slaughter of the South Islands" He said, pointing to an image of the Super Saiyan floating above a completely featureless stretch of sea. "The war at the Octagon city." The Super Saiyan was attacking a bunch of short creatures with four tentacles coming out of their backs and firing lasers from their mouths. "The last full moon" it was an etching of a golden Great Ape. "And my personal favorite, the Super Saiyan's fifteen night long assault on the country of Amazons." I'm not describing this one.

"Alright, but what is the actual legend?" Vegeta said, blushing and looking away from the last, very detailed, etching.

The elder grinned. "A thousand years ago the Super Saiyan was born, his power grew constantly, and he inspired fear in all Saiyans across the globe, he destroyed the cruel and dishonorable leaders of the planet and plunged the Saiyan territories of the world into anarchy."

"Why do we worship him again?"

"The anarchy was preferable to the emperors."

"Alright."

"After that he went around the world, challenging random opponents, testing his limits in battle whenever he could. And one day, after spending fifteen nights among the amazons, passed on his lineage over and over, and made his way toward his final battle. With his bloodline secure, many, many times over, he could fight without the little fear he had. And from one of these hundreds of lines, this very century, another Super Saiyan should appear, with an unstoppable rage and a pure heart, to rid us of our oppressive emperor once again, but this time on a galactic scale!"

"What was this 'last battle' against?" Vegeta asked.

The Elder walked over to the end of the hall and lifted a golden drapery off the last etching, the Super Saiyan matching blows with a tiny red Saiyan. "The Super Saiyan God, made from the power of six pure hearted Saiyans like the Super Saiyan himself, fought each other to a standstill, in the end the God lost to the Legendary one, having both done each other a fatal blow, but the Legendary Super Saiyan only fell after all six parts of the God were already dead. All seven even died standing up. A truly epic battle beyond anything ever known to another species."

"So, if the Super Saiyan already freed the people from it's Emperor, in this case Freeza, the prophecy would be considered fulfilled?"

"Yep!"

"Well, I think it's my turn to tell you about the recent news."

Vegeta pointed at himself with his thumb. "I burnt Freeza to a crisp and left him to be dealt the finishing blow by a mob of Saiyans." The elder gaped. "Also, this." Vegeta's hair rose slightly and turned a bright golden, his eyes shining emerald, and an aura of blue surrounded him.

"Oh my you." The Elder breathed out.

-Capital City-

Zarbon roared and threw Dodoria to the ground. "That's for chewing with your mouth open!"

Dodoria kicked him in the jaw and did a back flip away, charging another blast. Zarbon dashed forward, kicking both of Dodoria's hands into the air and punching his exposed chest a dozen times. "This is for making vulgar comments while I'm eating!"

Dodoria yelled and sent a burst of ki from his throat at Zarbon, knocking him backward into the rubble, taking the chance to jump on top of him and begin pounding with his foot. Zarbon caught the foot, and swinging Dodoria over him and into the ground beside him, began crushing it before firing a ki blast point blank into the foot. Dodoria let out a grunt before phasing out and appearing a few feet away. "That was for eating people! Just, ew. Really? I mean, seriously! We're both mass murderers, on a planet of mass murderers, but seriously?! Why?!"

Dodoria merely smiled. "Because I can."

Zarbon growled and dashed forward in a rage, firing ki blasts rapid-fire and flinging a beam toward Dodoria's massive stomach. The pink monster dodged and moved around Zarbon, kicking out and breathing a wave of energy toward the blue lizard, but Zarbon dodged yet again. Zarbon caught Dodoria's fist as it shot toward him, but didn't move fast enough to catch Dodoria's knee. Zarbon coughed up a little blood and shifted backward slowly, trying to put space between him and Dodoria. But Dodoria rushed forward, howling, and began punching Zarbon in the gut over and over, Zarbon being too stunned to respond.

"Well look here." Dodoria said, still grunting with every punch. "Mr.30,000 is getting beat up by a little twenty-thousander!" He taunted, before getting struck on the side of the head, pushed back a few feet. He turned his head toward Maiz, back on her feet and in a fighting stance. "I thought you'd have realized how useless fighting me is."

He jumped at the Saiyan, but the same wounded foot was grabbed by Zarbon, who began slamming him into the ground over and over. He then threw Dodoria straight up after the sixth impact, where a waiting Maiz punched Dodoria back down. They continued the game of hot potato for about two minutes, each one of Dodoria's new concussions stopping him from attacking back. Maiz was about to send Dodoria back down to Zarbon for the ninety-eighth time when she saw a Saiyan shooting past from the crowd that had grown to watch their fight.

"Oh! Hey Bardock, want to join in?" Maiz called, before being blasted out of the way again.

"HE'S MINE!" Bardock screeched, forcing about the same amount of energy as a kamehameha into Dodoria's skull. Zarbon's eyes widened even more as he saw the Saiyan wail on Dodoria with more power than he had ever seen one use before. "Borgos! Shugesh!" Bardock screamed, slamming Dodoria downward into the ground, adding another fresh crater to that city block. He spun around Dodoria faster than the pink alien could see and delivered a kick that could shatter mountains into the base of Dodoria's neck. "That was for Fasha!" He spun around again and put his palm in front of Dodoria's face. The alien merely screamed as a wave of white energy washed over him. "And that… was for Tora."

Zarbon and Maiz gaped as the low level warrior sank to the ground, smiling sadly at the ashes of Dodoria. Bardock stretched and wiped some sweat from his brow. "So, Zarbon, did you have anything to do with the deaths of my soldiers?" He asked casually.

-morning, two days ago-

"Freeza, Captain Bardock and his team successfully captured Kannassa."

"Oh? That assignment has been open for weeks. Where are they heading next?"

"The assignment of Planet Meat is still open, they're likely to choose it."

"Send someone to ambush them."

"Yes sir, Lord Freeza." Zarbon bowed and flew to the other side of the ship. "Get off your fat rear and go to planet Meat, Freeza wants you to ambush Bardock and his men."

-back to the present-

"No.." Zarbon said, a bead of sweat falling down his forehead.

Bardock narrowed his eyes but nodded.

Zarbon transformed back and frowned at the crowd of Saiyans that had seen him transform. "Great, there goes my self image here." He shifted down to his more humanoid form.

"What are you talking about?" Maiz asked.

"I've shown my hideous transformation to an entire crowd of the people I'll probably be living with!"

"Noooo, you've shown your exceptional ability to fight to an entire crowd of warriors."

Zarbon frowned. "Saiyans have a strange sense of beauty."

"Strength is beauty."

Bardock walked over to Maiz and bent down by her. "You all right? Did Dodoria do this?"

"Yep, I'm fine uncle."

"Good, cause my sister'd kill me if I saw someone do this to you and not kill them."

Zarbon narrowed his eyes at Bardock. "Are you related to everybody?"

-Castle Vegeta-

King Vegeta was ready. The pod was heading far away, toward a planet called Earth outside of both Freeza's and Cooler's territory. On it were three Saiyans, a low class baby named Kakarot, the son of Bardock, Paragus, Bardock's commander, a middle class Saiyan, and Broly, Paragus's son, who was born with a power level nearing 10,000. A baby with a power level similar to his own. A likely candidate for the Super Saiyan. He had been killing ever Saiyan born with a power level above 200 for the past few years, he couldn't let there be anyone who could compete with Prince Vegeta after all.

But Broly had escaped. On an attack ball he found out, had been authorized to leave by the Super Saiyan! His 'son' from the future, if he's to be believed. Paragus was heading toward a neutral area, most likely to lie low for as long as possible, but all the same, it was an attack ball that came very close to Cooler's section of the galaxy. It would very likely draw the attention of Cooler and his armies.

King Vegeta cursed the Super Saiyan, this sort of thing should be planned years in advance, but luckily King Vegeta was a strategic mastermind. He quickly reorganized the warriors of the planet into groups and prepared several Soldiers on key points of the planet that could create power balls. If need be, he could scatter Attack Balls around the space around Planet Vegeta and have them all act as moons. They could then unleash a billion Great Ape attack on Cooler's troops. It would be open war with the universe, but if any race could survive such a thing, it would be the Saiyan race.

Future Vegeta flew into the strategy room via the nearest window and sat down next to him. "I have decided to accept my responsibility as the Legendary Super Saiyan."

King Vegeta felt that a vein would burst on his forehead. "I. Don't. Have time. To deal with. You."

"Oh come on King. What are you worried about, this is what the Saiyans need, one last time to get it all out of their systems, a chance to destroy all their oppressors at once, one last great war."

King Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"

"After we take care of Cooler and Cold the Planet Trade will be gone, we can stop conquering worlds, stop sending out babies to other worlds to either wreak havoc or die. You can let the strong and weak coexist, here on this world. So what if the younger brother was born with a smaller power level and enjoyed living more than almost dying? Was that any reason to exile that child?"

"Tarble." King Vegeta said quietly. "Was a shame to our noble lineage."

"He was also my brother you heartless rotten despot."

"You dare call me a despot?! You merely show up and completely destroy our way of life, and apparently you aren't done yet!"

"Our way of life is evil!" Vegeta screamed. "I was a horrible monster for the first third of my life, until I landed on a little world and had a little humility beat into me by a low class Saiyan! He lived on that planet his entire life coexisting with weaklings without ever taking over or slaughtering them, because there was no reason too! He could have killed me! But instead he let me live."

"Then he was weak."

"No, he wanted to fight me again, because I was a challenge for him, because he thought he could help me… and you know what, after a few decades, he did. Our way of life here is stupid. We have no culture, no business of our own beside mass murdering aliens far away. He taught me the worth of life, and how a planet should be run."

"Hypocrite." King Vegeta growled. "You sent a baby off yourself."

"Because I don't want to ruin the good life I know he has in the future. That's also the reason I'm not making you bring Tarble back, because he found happiness."

"Well, in your world did Broly and Paragus" Vegeta visibly paled "hitch the ride with him?!"

"…no."

King Vegeta blinked, a sadistic smile forming on his face. "Well, he went with him. Looks like your 'perfect planet' is going to get a taste of a mid class warrior and his freak son."

"No!" Vegeta went Super Saiyan 2. "I need to get to Earth right now! I can't let this happen! Earth is too important!"

"It's your own damn fault. Now then, get out of my way, I need to plan out the war you started."

"Don't" Vegeta growled, lifting up his father by his armor, it was cracking in his grip "treat me like a child. You're right though. This is my fault. And I'll fix it. But…" He seemed to wrestle with his own mind for a few minutes. "I knew that some things would change, and I came back to improve the Saiyan race. Even if it means I'm risking the life of the Saiyan who inspired me to do this."

He dropped the King unceremoniously. "I'm going to take my official position now as the Legendary Super Saiyan. And I'm going to lead this planet toward where it should go." He cracked his knuckles. "But the first thing we're going to do is call out Cooler."

"No! We aren't ready yet!"

"It'll take him a while to show up."

"NO! WE NEED ALL THE TIME WE CAN GET!"

"I can take Cooler with one arm."

"Oh?!" the King yelled. "Like how you took out Freeza?!"

"Yes!"

"Are we going to organize another public beatdown?"

"Why not? It'll be fun. Just tell me when you need me to fight him, and I'll come help. In the meantime, I'm going to do things my way."

"Fine!"

"Good!"

"Great!"

"Awesome!" Vegeta roared, knocking his father to his seat. "Now, then I'm off to start a farm."

"…what?"

-Cooler's ship-

"Sir Cooler, we are on course toward Planet Vegeta, we should arrive within the week."

"Good. One week from now I'll be breaking that Super Saiyan over my knee."

An attack ball passed the ship, heading in the opposite direction. "Uh… Sir?"

"What?"

"That came from Planet Vegeta."

"Are you kidding me? What are the chances?" Cooler teleported outside and quickly caught up to the Attack Ball, giving the code to make it slow to a stop. It opened and a young Saiyan man slowly woke up and stared at Cooler with a look of confusion before the man turned a solid shade of white. "Hey there!" Cooler said jovially. "Whatcha doing?"

"Uh… j-just a regularly assigned mission."

"With two babies?"

"…yes." Paragus said slowly.

"Huh. Are you three Saiyans?"

"Yes?"

"You wouldn't happen to have any information about Freeza, would you? He was visiting there after all, and we haven't heard back from him."

A bead of sweat fell down Paragus's forehead. "I… promise not to kill my son?"

"Which one?"

"The one with the longer hair, though I'd prefer you not killing any of us."

"Sure, if you tell the truth I won't kill any of you."

Paragus gulped. "He… Freeza I mean… was killed by the Super Saiyan, our messiah. I took the chance as a distraction so I could escape."

"Escape from what?"

"M-my son… he has a strange condition which makes his power level appear higher than it possibly could. The King ordered him to be killed, so I had to escape with him."

"Ah… well, where are you heading now?"

"Eyarth."

"How would you spell that?" Cooler pulled out a note and a pencil from somewhere.

"I don't know… H?"

Cooler nodded. "Alright, I'm going to just head back there and take my revenge on the Super Saiyan, for being so helpful, I'll let you go without killing any of you!"

"R-really?"

"no." Cooler said joyfully, grabbing Broly.

"NO!" Paragus screamed, charging an attack, when Cooler whipped his arm to the left, tossing the baby into the vacuum of space. "No…." Paragus whispered.

Cooler laughed and teleported back to his ship, which blazed away into becoming merely another light in space.

Paragus let out a sigh and flew out, grabbing Broly and carrying him back to the pod. The baby took a shallow breath and choked a little, but went back to sleeping peacefully after only a minute. "Idiot. Anyone with a power level over a few thousand can survive in space for at least a little while."