The instant the man appeared shortly after Shenron's disappearance, Goku knew with every fibre of his being it was his Daddy. He had a father, just like Oopa! Now he wouldn't have to feel jealous anymore, and it wouldn't hurt! With a joyful cry, Goku launched himself at his father and latched onto the first thing he grabbed, the only thoughts running through his mind being that he and his father were going to have so much fun together now that he was here, and that maybe they could train together for the next Tenkaichi Budokai which was less than two short years away.

As Goku wrapped himself around the stranger's head as he had done to his grandfather Gohan who'd been brought back for a single day the year before, Bulma looked at the man who stood in the place that Shenron had occupied only seconds before. She had only gotten the impression of Goku's hair though, because the instant after the man had appeared, Goku - who was wearing a spotty and mud covered animal skin of some sort - had latched onto the man's face before she could get a clear image of anything else in regards to his facial features. The man who was in the strangest clothes she'd ever seen had a build which could only be achieved through physical training. Lots and lots of physical training. Clearly, there wouldn't be any intelligent conversation to be had from that quarter. As she looked the man over, she briefly entertained the notion of using the mention of Goku's paternal unit to make Yamcha jealous when her boyfriend spent too much time focusing on his training and didn't call her for days on end before what came next.

Yamcha looked at the man that had appeared the moment the Great Dragon had disappeared. He'd gotten a brief look at a pair of rather cold eyes and a rather formidable looking scar before they were covered by an excited Goku who had thrown all caution to the wind in his joy over having his previously completely absent father back. While he was happy that Goku was happy, he began to wonder if the wish Goku had made was such a good idea. After all, where had the man been for the last thirteen years? Clearly, it hadn't been traveling around the world doing charity work.

Krillin watched as Goku latched himself onto his newly returned father's head. As he watched his friend's antics, he wondered why the slightly younger boy would be so happy to see someone who had abandoned him as a baby. Come to think of it, if the man was anything like Goku, he probably hadn't meant to abandon him. Knowing Goku, it was quite likely that the man had gone fishing or something and forgotten that he had brought his kid along. If the man was as much like Goku as he had looked in the brief glimpse he'd gotten of him before Goku had done his best to imitate a facehugger alien from some sci-fi horror movie, he'd hate to see what Goku's mother looked like.

Muten Roshi stared at the man - if that was what he was - in front of him in fear and awe. Unlike his students, he was able to see beyond the surface. An incredible amount of power seemed to roll off of the man in front of him in waves. It was more power than he had felt in his entire life. It was almost as if there was a chained supernova bound in the form of a warrior who had spent his entire life fighting and never stopped. Considering what was standing before him, it was no wonder that Goku was as powerful as he was at such a young age. It was no wonder that Goku had outstripped two teachers with a combined four hundred years of practicing and training in the Martial Arts in a few short years, even with the years-long break in his training.

While the others stood there staring, Puar and Oolong began to hightail it out of there the instant they got half a look at what had arrived after Goku had made his wish. Goku had brought something to Earth that was far more dangerous than a hundred nuclear warheads, and probably just as powerful as well. In his innocent stupidity, the boy had brought a Saiyan to Earth. More importantly, he brought a full grown Saiyan in peak physical condition that most likely wasn't brain damaged.

They knew that Goku hadn't done what he did out of malice. If they had been thinking, they probably could've warned everyone of the danger Goku's wish had presented. But, they had managed to convince themselves that Goku wasn't what they had thought he was when they had each individually first laid eyes on him. What self respecting Saiyan would behave the way that boy did? What self-respecting Saiyan would do anything but spread blood, pain, and misery around amongst those who weren't them and theirs.

A short and fast conversation revealed that neither of the ships that had brought them to Earth as toddlers a generation after their world had ended up on the chopping block were in working condition. Maybe if they hid in a cave for a couple of years...

While those who hadn't decided to run stood there and stared at him, Bardock swiftly grabbed the furry thing that had latched onto him and blocked his vision while his guard had been down and tore it off of his face before throwing it to the ground. When he got his first unobstructed look at his surroundings, he saw a group of rather shocked and angry people standing in front of him. Obviously, it had been a member of this small group that were looking at him in shock and horror who had wished him back.

"Well?" Bardock asked, not in the least bit intimidated by their ire or the power that at least one of them possessed considering the fact that he'd been "Wished" back.

"Well, what?" the blue haired female snapped back, clearly looking as if she wanted to say more to him and probably call him a few choice things as well. There were tears of all things welling up in her eyes, marking her as a member of one of the weakling races that were constantly being eliminated as the stronger expanded into their territory.

"Which one of you wished me back?" Bardock asked, choosing to ignore the terminally stupid woman in favor of getting answers.

"Goku did." a short bald adolescent with his arms crossed in front of him practically growled.

"Which one of you is Goku?" Bardock asked.

"Your son! The one you just threw on the ground like a piece of garbage!" A tall, dark haired boy who was fast approaching adulthood that had a vaguely Saiyanish look about him said angrily.

Bardock looked down at his feet where the furry creature that had possibly committed suicide by jumping on him and latching onto him had landed. It was a boy who had most likely only just reached his teens that was clad in a filthy animal pelt that made him resemble some of the more old-fashioned members of his race that still had something of the cave about them. He rolled the unconscious child who was fortunately still breathing considering who he was supposed to be over with his boot. The boy looked just like he had at that age, but with his mate's coloring. An examination showed that the boy who'd been born with a power level of 2 which had enabled him to survive the destruction of his homeworld due to the fact that he'd been sent out like the weakling he was wasn't anywhere near as badly injured as he could've been. The kid had a few broken bones, and maybe a couple of bruises, but nothing a few hours in a regeneration tank couldn't fix.

"Kakarot, why?" he said, mostly to himself as he examined the boy who would shortly be back up and running around imitating a facehugger alien from that one horror film. If it hadn't been him, he wouldn't have even considered bringing his father back from the dead in the first place.

"Because he went his entire life without his father, and wanted him to be around." an old man wearing some sort of shell on his back said sadly.

Edited 4-18-15.