Edited by babykitsune-9
The First Breaths of Heroes and the Last Breath of a Tyrant
Many years ago, at the end of the Tuffle-Saiyan War…
Fires were burning in the ruins of a vast city. Blood smears the ground as the Tuffles of the city litter the streets and crushed buildings.
Now unfolding below the watching present eye of the full moon are last moments of this ten-year war that has come to its end. The moon is high in the sky fully lighting the devastation below. The normally black sky nearly turning red, orange and yellow from the fires and smoke from all of the destruction taking place.
In the distance giant great apes Oozarus the transformed version of the saiyans are slaughtering the last of the inhabitants of the city.
This death and destruction are burning in the eyes of a black hooded figure. The figure is watching not too dissimilarly to the way the moon is watching but not with the same level of dispassionate neutrality.
The figures black eyes seem to see it all. Its ears seem to hear all. It's a mangled mess of screaming, burning, crying agony as dead comes in oh so many tones. And in all of this noise the figure finds its mark within the apocalyptic scene.
Its focus comes to a building marked the University of Fungi (UF) which is spared from at the moment the fire and the death.
A power suited tuffle soldier rushes through the buildings. The place is littered with scenes of life abandoned at the moment. It becomes clear as he is running through that this place had been filled in by many tuffles. Tents, pots and pans, wrappers and the many things of a life of a refugee are here in spades.
This place of learning had been transformed by conflict into refugee camp a long time ago. The young soldier doesn't look at all the heartening sign of life that in all likelihood that has been extinguished. He is on a mission and he's even in his youth no doubt seen it all before.
The young soldier runs to the hangar of the university where an elderly tuffle is hard at work. The white-haired scientist of typical short tuffle stature is putting the final touches on his spaceship even while the sounds of the slaughter shakes the building.
The power helmet's visor goes up to reveal the young soldier's face. It reveals his blue-eyed blonde-haired face, with scar upon his forehead. His blue tinted skin is typical of his people. His face is sweaty and clearly panicked. His teeth chatter in fear. His pupils small and frightened.
He shouts out in his shaky voice to the elderly scientist. "Grampa, it's all over! The shield is down and they're everywhere! The city is falling to them filthy monkeys! What are we going to do?!"
The elderly man gives him a steel laced look. The sickly thin looking scientist looks half mad with his long nails a gaunt face. His white hair is unkempt. His limps shriveled and crooked. His skin has little blue to it but is instead a deathly white. Nothing but a pure unending rage has fueled this walking corpse for years.
He speaks with a voice that speaks with out a tether to reality "It's not over! It's never going to be over. Not if even a piece of us yet remains. Now go get into your pod." He points to a chamber near the top of rocket."
Tears blinded the soldier. "Grampa I'm not leaving you here!"
"You have to. Hatchiyack and you must live. Two of my creations must continue beyond me. I won't lose by boy's son to this either."
"Grampa..."
His words are interrupted by a near omnipresent voice that reverberates throughout the hanger. It's a feminine voice saying mockingly to them. "Oh how touching my old fiend gets to spend a few last moment with his little grandson before the end of his life."
Upon hearing the voice, the soldier's visor slams down and the two tuffles look up towards her location. The elderly scientist grits his teeth he knows this voice. He knows it all too well. When he first heard it was different and to a young odd little saiyan girl. The voice had morphed since then to voice of the devil made flesh.
The roof above them exploded allowing moonlight and dust to rush down to them. The two choked a hacked until the dust cleared allowing them to see the hooded figure standing on a lone bar on metal above them. The dark malevolent eyes were focused on then highlighted by the moon in the background.
"Hello Dr. Lychee. I trust you remember me after all this time. You look rather sickly. Time has not been kind to you has it?"
The young soldier growled at her and flew up in charge at the her. He fired a full blast from his energy hand cannon at her which was easily deflected by her back hand.
He continued his charge looking to punch her with all his might but was instead grabbed by the throat.
The rush of wing from his movement knocks away her hood and thanks to the moonlight she is revealed.
She is a typical raven haired female saiyan that comes into full focus for the doctor. Her hair is swirly and spiky. Her skin pale and her lips blood red. She has a build underneath her robe like most saiyan women, but unlike most she had no tail.
Her presence is eerie and unnatural to them. Her cruel smile is white and full.
This doesn't get his attention. It's the chest plate underneath showing half covered that does. Circled on her chest plate is the symbol for the word demon.
The doctor, angrily growls at her, "At least you admit what you are."
"Well I did kill this planet's guardian so feels right. But I suppose I only killed Planet Plant's Guardian not Planet Vegeta's Guardian of which I am."
He howled "Your son has renamed the Planet after himself? What hubris!"
"Unlike you I encourage my children. Now all you can do is weep on their graves."
He closed his weeping eyes as she crushed his throat.
She looked at him "See all gone."
He raced over to the console and smashed the launch button as he wept. He spat out with all his might the word, "GRUDGE!"
The rocket made itself ready for launch. The room began to transform itself in the background as she descended towards him.
"Is that what you've been working on all this time. An escape ship with no one to escape on to it? No children, no grandchildren left not even for yourself? Or is it just another toy not ready in time?"
He looked at her as he waited to be burned by the rocket. "My grudge will go with it! You filthy monkeys will never be…!"
Before he could finish, he cuffed up blood. He looked down to see her arm had burst through his stomach.
"Your grudge matters not, you lying old man. My people are victorious. My husband is avenged. All of your lying flowery words are as the same as the wind to me. Vapid, weightless and amorphous. You are meaningless."
He spat his last words with blood before he was vaporized by the engine "My grudge will have meaning."
The rocket launched into the air not stopped by her as it left that renamed world with one word in mind 'grudge'.
On the now planet Vegeta later now…
The sun was setting in the crimson sky above the planet Vegeta. The day had been a long one for an aged female Saiyan.
She was in a bed chamber that was covered in the symbols of Saiyan royalty. It was blue white and covered in the handled trident. It was in fact a recreation of a Palace that had once existed on Salada.
Her spiky raven hair had not diminished but yet there are deep scars on her face and slash on her check from the war. Her eyes were sunken into her face after years of poor sleeping which had made her large eyes shrink and become beadier. Yet despite the purple bags under her eyes and the other worn features upon her face, the six-foot saiyan female was still imposing.
This old saiyan woman was standing over a bleeding younger female Saiyan. The bleeding female was in a king-sized bed, inside a massive stone chamber. She was a far smaller woman then the older woman.
The young woman was gritting her teeth in agony. She was drenched in sweat, her blood vessels on her face had burst from pushing. This birth was not going to plan it was early and expected.
The older woman's hands were deep into her. She was feeding her energy to keep up the young woman's strength.
Today despite its hardships this about to be the happiest day to her since the birth of second child it was an unfamiliar but not unwelcomed feeling.
She knew not the gender of the child, but she could sense the power of it already. This soon to be born child was the strongest saiyan ever to be born on Planet Vegeta.
It was stronger than any of her two children. It was glorious to her that her daughter-in-law a pauper turned queen was about to give birth to such a powerful heir. She had been skeptical of her son's choice in a mate at first but her demeanor and this had certainly changed those initially impressions.
She was a weaker woman. She a had a demure nature but when she was tested she had a fury to her that was the equal to any true warrior.
The elderly woman had a face on her the same as if she was in battle. Her son was away, and it was her job to defend her family while he was gone as the baby was coming now
It was in this scene that her gigantic son arrived in the royal chambers of the palace. His necklace the symbol of nation and station along with his emblem of the house Vegeta on his RIT armor.
The king had rush into the room pushing aside guards and medical staff in the halls that had been kept out of the room.
His eyes were wide his skin sweaty. He looked simply a panicked wreck. His child was about to be born and his mate was at the moment dying.
The king looked to see his mother standing over his mate obviously preforming her magic on her to keep her alive.
Upon seeing this he breathed a sigh of relief.
He had wondered why the alien staff, nor the few Saiyans who knew medicine had not been allow into his chambers, to assist his apparently dying mate but this made all sorts of sense.
He asked in a loud, half shouting voice, "Mother! How is she doing?"
"Calm yourself my king. She is doing fine, all things considering my son. If those fools had been allowed to touch her, I have no doubt that your mate would be stone dead by now. All they would have been good for was to cut her open then extract your child from her corpse. But I have seen too it now you get to keep her and your child."
The King as she spoke had come to her side to examine his mate with his own eyes. The King had seen her blood before when they were in combat against the Tuffles and when he marked her. Those times had been erotic marks of honor and pleasure bur this was not like those times.
This blood turned his stomach, she was in pain and he could do nothing. All he could taste in his mouth was a bitter taste of fear.
He would disembowel any foe that would dare lay their hands on his queen. But this was no enemy, no Tuffle to avenge himself on. This blood was hollow in nature like the crimson that he had once seen pour from his father.
His queen had been gasping for air, her eyes bloodshot, sweat was covering every inch of her, blood was poured from her wound, her tail had not the strength to stay curled up around her waist, instead was lying at her side lifeless.
She looked in every way as though she had been in fight and lost badly.
His mother had managed to turn his child so now it was finally coming.
First to be seen was its hair, which as soon as it exposed to the outside world flick into its soon to be permanent position. It all fanned up making a flame shape. The shape of the royal families hair.
The newborn was being shown to them in the lite he was a boy that was for sure. In a fast second it was all over the boy was out of her mother.
The young one was crying covered in his mother's blood. The king picked up his viscera covered young premature infant son by his tiny leg and brought him into his hands.
The small crying infant's tiny little hands grab his father's index finger on his right hand crushing it. The king yelped the kid was already stronger than him for sure. Neither babies nor great apes had any sense of their power.
The yelp snapped the infant out of his crying, and it looked at the source of the noise.
The king's eyes meet his young son the prince's eyes and they just stared at one another trying to figure one another out.
The prince was still wanting his mother, but this man was interesting to say the least. The king's tail came up to meet his son's tail and they intertwined. Without knowing the words, the idea came up, this was surely his father.
The moment was interrupted by the groans of his mother, his grandmother was using her energy to seal up her wounds. The blood loss had stopped but she had passed out.
The king look over his still very much in pain and possibly dying mate. His mother hand pulling away from giving energy and sealing the queen wounds. She looked to her son.
"I will take the boy, you comfort her." She takes the boy from her son and holds him, stepping out of the way the king goes to his queen's side, he asks his mother in a whisper trying to not hear this question himself.
"Will she live?"
She shook her head she said back in a whisper.
"I have no idea, my son but I have done all I can, it's up to her now."
"At least I can put faith in her."
"Agreed."
She takes her eyes off her son and she looks upon her grandson. His happy and content face replaced by a look contempt, after having been taking out of his father's hands to this new familiar looking stranger.
She chuckled at the infant's look at her "Oh, the more things change the more they stay the same, I needn't try and remember how many times I have look upon that face. On your grandfather, father or uncle you all seem to give me that same face. It seems as though you are nearly a clone of your grandfather, my child. I'm Guarda my child your grandmother."
Her jovial tone intrigued the baby after all it could only read from her sadness earlier. Now feeling far more confrontable in her hands, the babe's tail wrap itself around her right arm. The baby was comfortable but still not willing not show her a smile. Guarda was smiling almost to tears at this stubborn already prideful child that was digging his claws into her heart.
The babe was also drugging up memory both good and bad, all bittersweet in her mouth. She remembered his grandfather, her father and of Salada.
The doors to the room yet again smashed open to reveal Guarda's second son Veler rushing into the royal chambers.
Unlike his brother Veler was tall but not extremely muscular, his hair was spiky but fanned out more, not droopy like his mother's hair, almost giving his hair the appearance of a crown. His armor has a similar symbol to his brother but smaller and modified to indicate Prince Status but not Crown Prince Status.
He bowed respectfully as he greeted her. "Mother. Is Queen Brisella alright?"
She nodded back to him.
He ran up to her to look at his newborn nephew, also to check up on his brother and his sister-in-law. He merely glanced at his young nephew than headed over to help his brother. Guarda could feel Brisella's energy leveling out not decreasing further.
She had been in time Brisella was going to live. To which Guarda breathed a sigh of relieve she would live, and her son wouldn't lose his mate.
Now it was the time to read her grandson's future with one deep breath she looked. The future was always murky and contradictory but this time. She could not see much of anything except for one thing blue hair that came to mind.
Much later on Vegeta's lookout…
In the celestial palace of the planet. In and room with a made bed, Guarda mediates at the foot of it.
She for years had been trying to achieve a power that had not seen in hundreds of years 'Super Saiyan'. It had become her obsession since her son's the dealing with Frieza. The powerful and ruthless monster had convenience her by its actions that it was the only hope of freedom and survival of her people.
In the stories her adopted father Salada's Guardian Veler, had told her of the destructive nature of the Legendary Super Saiyan its cruelty and what it took to stop him. She had once believed that that power was uncontrollable but now it was her only hope of eliminating Frieza and his family.
She had trained herself nearly nonstop since Frieza had become an issue, but she had seen no transformation. She knew she was missing some key element. She had attempted to be as Veler had described the Legendary Super Saiyan cold, empty, ruthless, a mere vessel of power.
But there was still one thing on her mind interrupting her thoughts. Her first grandson was now under Frieza 'protection' i.e. he was hostage along with Bardock's first born and Supreme General Nappa.
The reasoning was clear to her. Her people had become quite disenchanted with their slavery to the PTO. Frieza was paranoid that the Saiyan race would rise against him.
The king and her were playing a dangerous game and a losing one at that. Their people had a hatred of subjection which was earned by the Tuffles. Their people had made their voices clear. They no longer wanted a be a cog in a foreign army. There was not yet a way to overthrow Frieza so resistance at this moment was folly for now.
Frieza had no real idea though of Guarda. She had kept her presence hidden from him. If Frieza was to know about her power even if it was not yet capable of challenging the monster his paranoia would no doubt flare up.
In her mediation, she was growing concerned by a vision of blue hair seen in the future of her first grandson. The blue hair was upsetting to Guarda because it meant she was missing something. It was clearly not Saiyan hair but was the color of Royalty.
What could it mean? It been gnawing at her for all these years. She thought and thought but could come up with nothing. This blue hair spoke to her with an alien voice telling her something was truly a miss with her grandson's future.
Her scouter rang which lay on a pillar. The scouter's visor was red colored. She disappeared and reappeared with the scouter in her hand and then placed over her right eye. She pressed a button and a voice came from the scouter it was ger son's chief minister Zorn voice came from it.
"Madame Guarda, the king requires your advice on the issue of Paragus's son."
She had nearly forgotten about the very serious issue of the potential Legendary Super Saiyan. Her mind had been too crowded by blue hair and Frieza.
"Of course, I will be right there."
She turned off the device and snapped her fingers transforming her guardian robes into RIT armor. It was a black armor, the color of the void with only white on the some of the trimmings.
In a blood red circle above her heart lay the symbol meaning demon. It had a black hood along with a black and red cape coming from her shoulders down to her ankles.
She looked over to some of the objects in her room. Her focus came upon a smashed armor which was some saiyan type that was pre-Frieza.
The armor had an emblem on it. It was red circle around the word guardian, next to that armor was another. Of a older design same as the guardian one with the symbol of the royal family. A large hole in the symbol, where the heart was, signs of a beam weapon.
In a mumble Guarda says, upon seeing it. "In the back".
A tear tries to form in her eye but is killed, reabsorbed by the eye itself.
She walks out into the courtyard of Celestial Palace and without moving a muscle she takes off from this palace heading to the royal palace. The Celestial Palace is left silence, a dead place, now by itself in a cold red sky.
In the past there may have been the occasional insect visitor but no more. Plants lay in their pots and soil on the palace rotting, untended, and cold. There was life in this place at one time but no more.
However, a single blade of grass yet grows in-spite of the death and ruins of the place not flourishing but not dying, merely waiting for life to return.
The Saiyan Royal Palace
She landed right out outside the planet. The place was now both familiar and alien to her. Her life had become that of a hermit, like both Guardian's she had trained under. Her fellow Saiyan's were more and more a distant memory to her. They had become afield from what her had memories of them were.
She was now the eldest of her people for sure.
All the lessons of Salada had been lost it would seem to the ages. Her kind had all grown accustomed to purging worlds, nearly all saiyans had become killers, their hearts were now corrupt including herself.
In her mind and in her breath, she cursed the Tuffles. Her people were not to blame for their brutality, no the Tuffles were to blame she told herself.
Once Frieza was defeated, they will remember themselves she thought. Frieza and the Tuffles were their corrupters. She thought to herself 'Once Frieza was removed kindness and charity would return right?'
The massive palace was a hard thing to try and navigate but she knew her way around. She made her way through the halls to the great throne room.
Banners draped from the ceiling in both white and blue, they had upon them the symbols of the Royal family. The nobles in the chamber stared at her of the few hundred first class nobles in the saiyan kingdom.
A majority of her time was spent on the ship, when they were coming to the then Planet Plant was spent indulging her future mate, the Prince at the time in sparring matches. She had always been isolated from her people by virtue being chosen to become Guardian.
A very few knew her relationship to the Royal family, as in her being Dowager Queen. So, to the majority of saiyans thought that she was a witch, with weird powers that was manipulating the king to serve as Frieza's lapdog.
She was different and wrong to them. She had no tail. She was not loud and talkative but more quiet and reserved. She was a trusted advisor but their no explanation of why, she was on the council and such an important advisor. No one knew where she lived or what her angle was.
She merely appeared and spoke with an air of authority, that they believed only their king liberator should speak with. It appeared that she had final word on any subject.
More than one had indeed tried and challenge her authority in the council, not one had ever been able to lay a hand on her. No one thought she could be that strong, it had to be magic of which a few had seen her do they whispered
Brisella should be dead they whispered it was the devil's magic that kept her alive, the Witch's doing. It was the witch's fault that Tarble was born so weak and small. Rumors abounded that she ate children and she was in league with Frieza. The one that amused her was that she smoked in the present of sunlight.
All of which, were met with silence, she did not a care of her isolation or pariah status. Instead with her left hand pulled up her black hood over her hair. She fully understood her people's superstitious and sometimes she felt as they were right in a way. She was unnatural and not of them.
She moved past the frightened gawkers and to the council chamber behind the throne room. As she opened the door there was an audible creek.
In the chamber were both of her sons Vegeta and Veler, along with Zorn and acting Supreme General Gerkin.
All except Gerkin were pleased to see her. He gave her a warry, scowling look. Mistrust was all over his face.
Zorn's reason to be happy was easy to understand. Him being chamberlain, and the prime minister for many years. Zorn was in fact well aware of Guarda and her Dowager Queen status.
Vegeta offered her a seat next to himself on the right, with his brother on the left right next to Zorn. Guarda shook her head in disagreement and walked over to the far side of the table. Gerkin didn't know and it was best not to alert him in any fashion
At first, she looks at the people at the table but before she spoke, she turns and looks at a painting that was behind her head, stolen from another world.
The title of the work is written 'Slaughter of the Hunt' it shows the image of a hunter massacring a forest's worth of animals including the babies. The woods in the image are on fire and in the distance is the hunter's tribe waiting to be fed. In a supernatural calm and cool voice, she speaks in words of fire and blood.
"We kill the boy."
There is a gasp in the room as neither Zorn nor Veler expected those words to emerge from her. They are confused bordering on feeling betrayed. The look of pure revulsion on the face of Gerkin was to a look of surprise.
To Gerkin this is exactly what to expect from the witch. He is appalled and disgusted. Gerkin thought aloud
"Where is the honor in killing an infant or allowing one's fear to dictate one's actions? We are saiyans and warriors not old feeble tuffles!"
The king had a look upon his face of trouble confusion. His hand lands on his head as it encircles his forehead. He is deep in thought as he speaks in calm detachment from his own words.
"Very well. It must be done."
Veler aghast at what his brother and mother where agreeing to do stood up. "How can we even be discussing this, never mind agreeing to murder an infant." Standing still while looking at the painting she says back.
"This is no ordinary infant. It is the Legendary Super Saiyan. As a newborn infant it has more power than all but one of the people in this room. It was born stronger than the Crown Prince. The creature is destined to be of a strength far greater than that any of the Frost Demons. In legend the creature showed no mercy to its parents, to its nation or to anything for that matter. It's a threat to not only to us but the universe in general."
"Frieza upon learning about it may grow even more paranoid of a Saiyan rebellion and kill us all, before the boy is allowed to reach maturity, we must end it. In these chambers we have decided billions to die. Are we to be skittish because the boy is one of us? Yet all but one in this room have killed other saiyans in combat."
"But those were duels when both had agreed to a fight and agreed to those consequences not to meant were adults!"
"You are right of course but you forget this fact. Do we actually have a choice in this matter?"
The prince looks to the ground in defeat and then back to his mother with sad, betrayed eyes. "Can you even face us?"
Guarda sighs but continues to stare at the painting. There is a pregnant silence in the chamber. The king is in thought, the prince staring at his mother hoping to change her mind with the sheer force of his will.
Zorn and Gerkin are dead quiet not knowing how this family argument will conclude. Finally, the silence is broken up by the king.
"The decision has been made. For this is my crime I shall commit it. I will kill the child."
Guarda, pauses then says, "No… I will do it. According to rumor I eat children and it's best not to disappoint the masses."
The king with a stunned look upon his face. "Your words and Father's words. The one who passes the sentence should swing the sword. This is my decision so it should be my job to see it through."
"Your right my son but it was not you who truly passed the sentence. I did in a way."
To those words Gerkin was in disbelief. The name of King's and Prince's mother had been a mystery, now solved. King Vegeta the one-eyed had bedded this witch. It was stated that the old king had unnatural strength and endurance. No doubt she had used black magic to gain his heart and all of this authority.
This was a crippling revelation to Gerkin. This explained so much. His eyes went wide and his mouth fell open.
The king sighed in agreement he had no real wish to kill a child but this was his decision. He wanted to fight his mother on this, but he had not the stomach for it.
The king raised from his seat and Guarda turned away from the painting to look at her son, they nodded at one another. The king then leaves the room while she takes a sword off the wall. She unsheathes it and walks away with it. The very upset Prince Veler is left in the room with Zorn unhappy clearly with this situation.
"There isn't any honor in this."
The king goes to his throne to make his decree about Broly, as his mother walks down the carpeted center of the room, sword in hand.
It was then the massive doors to the great throne room then burst open, with a panicked Paragus pushing aside guards having come to beg for his son's life.
He pleaded desperately. "My king, I have come to beg you for your mercy in this matter!"
As he passes Guarda, Paragus notices her sword and who is holding it. Instinctively Paragus put two and two together and attempts to go for the sword in the 'witch's' hand.
For his trouble he is kneed in the groin by a royal guardsman.
In a cold stare, she looks over at the now collapsed Paragus on the floor. Paragus is crying as he gets on his knees and starts nearly incoherently begging for his son's life.
He now on hands and knees crawls over to her. His hands wrap around her ankles.
"Please, Please, I beg you. I already lost my mate, don't make me lose him too!"
The first-class warrior had been reduced to such a state was pitiable to say the least, pathetic to the onlookers. A beam of energy coming from the throne came at hit Paragus ripping through his side and exiting on the other side. Paragus was dead. In a yell the King made his reasoning clear.
"I will hear no more disagreements! The boy will die!"
Paragus lifeless hands was still clutching onto her ankles. She coldly she shook them off with a swift twist. She had no idea how to feel about this. She had been quite numb to death by this point. The tears in his eyes reminded her of herself after her mate's death.
A knot formed in her stomach. A deep suffocating feeling. She was feeling a desire to throw up. All of this was just becoming too much.
Frieza and his orders, along with the need to keep him happy was killing her. Guarda didn't feel she could recognize the pale ghost in the mirror anymore. The world was losing its color and it all seemed just too hopeless.
Guarda found herself envying Paragus all the pain and torment of this world was done for him.
She then realized that she had been for some time had been staring at Paragus's dead body. The crowd meanwhile had been staring at her. She looked back at them. Perhaps she was a stranger now even to her sons.
The word limit was coming to mind. She nodded to her son the King as to try to say she was okay and in a feverous pace she rushed out of the room and out of the Palace. She felt herself nearly hyperventilating, this was too much, one part of her mind thought. But the other half reasserted control over herself when she was out of the Palace.
"I must kill this child so that untold generations of children may be born. All of this will be justified in the end." She told herself as she left.
Medical Station…
Upon arriving at the station, she felt something present that wasn't Broly or anything else she had ever felt in her life. Maybe magical or psychic she concluded.
She attempted to ignoring it even as it gnawed at her.
She then made her way to the nursery but entering the room she felt more and more uneasy about all of this. It was not just that large parts of her were screaming at the idea of killing the infant but there was something else, something she was missing related this feeling.
There was a loud crying coming from the room. It felt like it was heralding something, something important but she didn't know why or what. This had to be her imagination trying to stop her from what she needed to do. She looked to see the source of the crying it was a palmed hair infant.
In a second, she recognized the infant hairs. It's Bardock child she determined in second and without a doubt. She didn't feel tons of power coming from the infant, but he was important. She just didn't understand why?
Her mind concluded that this was a distraction the legend needed to die. She marched up to the infant who was being disturbed by the spawn of Bardock's crying.
She picked it up by its left leg and prepared to stab the terrified infant. She was however, stopped by a vision. It was a quick image of planet Vegeta exploding and it was coming from the palm haired child.
The instant she saw the vision she dropped the sword and dropped Broly back on his bed. Questions too numerous to count had entered her mind. She looked at the child to see its name Kakarrot.
The infant known as Kakarrot calms down at the sight of Guarda staring at him. It was like he was crying all this time to get her attention. She was struck with the idea of the source of this disturbance.
It was all coming from Bardock.
This needed to be investigated in her mind. She then abandoned the nursery and headed down the hall with lightning speed passing four Saiyan members of Bardock's unit pushing the out of the way.
Tora yelled at her. "Hey watch it! Where are you going?!"
No response came from her as she rushed forward. His face turned red as he clearly felt insulted and ignored. He and the rest of the group followed after her. She came rushing into the healing chamber to find Bardock naked in a healing pod.
He is yelling and twisting having some sort of nightmare or more likely a vision. The two doctors present in the room are confused by the presence of this black clothed tailless Saiyan abruptly storming into their operating room.
Guarda barks at the two short alien doctors, "Open the pod!"
The two jump a little bit at her barking. Neither wanting to oppose her, the reptile looking one pressed a button allowing the fluids to drain from the pod.
As the pod's fluid drains Bardock wakes up. His eyes open to see the dower, look of Guarda. Somehow, she looks to him familiar in some way. They have met while in combat before that must be it he thinks.
Bardock's crew show up Tora prepares to yell at Guarda but is interrupted by her shouting. "SHUT UP!"
Guarda places her hand on Bardock's head and everything goes black.
She is alone in a black void, no sound, no smell, no anything. The only thing in existence seems to be herself at the moment.
It's calming but disheartening there should be a lot more to this. Something is blocking her right now. An alien voice speaks to her coming from everywhere but yet nowhere says to her.
"You are not Bardock."
"I think that is self-evident."
"This is not intended for you."
"Well excuse my bluntness but the destruction of my planet is very much my business."
"Very well I suppose you deserve this punishment as much as Bardock does, your crimes are numerous I can see."
"That little peek inside my head is just the first round, care to go for a second creature?"
She saw then dead saiyans the group from early now lying dead on an alien world. Tora dying in Bardock hands. There was a silence in the darkness and then she saw Planet Vegeta destruction again but then who did it Frieza. It was the sum of all her fears and somehow, she knew it was all too soon.
Next was years later on a strange blue-green world "blue" she muttered. Kakarrot was landed safe the only survivor it would seem. The boy was taken in by an old man with an odd four-starred ball.
Kakarrot was an aggressive true saiyan boy smashing the old man house, until one day he fell from a cliff hitting his head on a large rock. After which he was no longer Kakarrot but someone else, he was well-mannered, tame, and different. All the programming was gone from him mostly.
As she saw him picking fights.
The vision seemed to skip forward the old man was gone; the boy was alone until a blue hair girl showed up. "Blue hair it's right from my vision of my grandson's future but why?"
The blue haired girl wanted the four-star ball and seemed like she was trying to seduce the boy to get it.
"This girl is unworthy to even be called low class, never mind worth anything. It must be she has some sort of effect on the prince's future not anything romantic."
They meet various weird creatures across the world, including a talking pig. Then on a full moon Kakarrot comes back for a short time to fulfill his mission on a blue dwarf, a fox and some young human girl along with the collective that the blue hair girl gathered. Guarda, angry and inquisitive.
"But why was the ball important?"
She already feels that the complete vision of the future is being tampered with by the alien voice it was like it hiding something important.
Then the boy is being taught by a bearded bald man who kind of reminded her of Veler in the looks, not at all in-temperament, she gets the feeling he is a lecher somehow. The boy starts to learn combat skills and befriends a bald-boy. Loses a tournament to the old lecher with a wig glued on to his head quite obviously.
The boy defeats an army and pony-tailed pink wearing human. Next up is a three-eyed alien or man, Guarda isn't sure of either from her perspective all humans look oddly like saiyans but wrong.
The next fight is up against a giant evil Namekian, the allies of which kills the boy's small bald friend. The boy won going through the Namekian. Who spits up an egg leading to the next fight with the son of the Namekian.
The boy would become a man and fight the son of the giant Namekian. But the small-bald human is alive.
"How is the bald one alive again? He was murdered."
The alien voice does not respond. The next images are of the man taking a mate and having a son.
She thinks to herself, "So the humans are compatible to breed with Saiyans, interesting."
Oddly enough she finds herself rooting for the man. He was like a echo of what had once been before the Tuffles and Frieza. Perhaps of what she had once been.
Time passes again then Raditz shows up all grown up. A reunion of Bardock's sons and not a happy one. Raditz beats up Kakarrot and steals his son, the Namekian shows up, at that the two go after Raditz.
Raditz dies along with Kakarrot from a shot by the Namekian. Raditz dying words startle the Namekian and he takes Kakarrot's boy.
Next is two pods arrive on Earth. One's her grandson and the other's general Nappa. Guarda heart soars she was afraid that the two weak third-class warriors were the only survivors of her race.
They easily destroy a city and fight the pathetic Earth defense forces. All but the small bald one and Kakarrot's son are left when Kakarrot shows up again.
"How does these people keep coming back?" She is then stunned Kakarrot beats Nappa and then goes toe to toe with her grandson.
She is filled with rage at this point "How is any of this possible?" She notices the red shimmer. "Kakarrot knows the Kaio-ken, King Kai must have taught him." It explained a little of the weirdness but not how was Kakarrot was alive again in the first place.
Her grandson was losing to Kakarrot, he transformed the battle was in the bag when some fat worthless human mutilated her grandson.
The spirit bomb was then used, and the fight was over her grandson had lost. Her blood was boiling as it looked like her grandson was about to die to the bald one's hands, but he was spared.
Guarda, a malicious grin on her face. "They will regret that,"
Time seemed to skip a bit again and Kakarrot was fighting the Ginyu force on a green world. Guarda felt as though she had whiplash.
"What in the world did I miss?!"
Kakarrot had won beating the entire Ginyu her grandson actually finishing them off.
"Good to know about Ginyu's body changing ability." Then Kakarrot was soon after some healing was about to fight a transformed Frieza.
"This is insanity!"
She looked and beheld her grandson dying on some no name planet in the middle of nowhere, crying and by the looks of it begging. Everything was getting to Guarda. Yellow, yellow was everywhere, rage was everything. Then Frieza did it a death beam to the heart, her grandson was dead and with him the Saiyan race.
Dying just like her husband did die. The vision broke, everything was broken, none of it mattered her mind snapped. The world around her seemed to be going it slow motion as she opened her eyes.
Everyone but Bardock had been thrown away from her. The doctors appeared to be dead. She was glowing yellow. Guarda took a second to figure it out but it all made sense she had become a Super Saiyan. She in a rage then screamed "FRIEZA!"
On Frieza's ship
Dodoria walks into the main observation room where Frieza and Zarbon are waiting for him. He bows to his master who is in his hover car.
"I am sorry to report my lord but Bardock nor any of his fellow monkey's showed up."
Frieza, then coldly sneers at this "It's of no concern. I was planning on roasting the entire monkey world any ways. They just get to die with the rest of them now."
Frieza spaceship goes into orbit around Planet Vegeta the massive red world with its intersecting binary rings. Darkly Frieza comments "It will be one spectacular light show."
Frieza closes his eyes and a chuckle but opens them to see a bright yellow light source silhouetted by the darkened parts of Vegeta. It becomes visible to Frieza the person is the odd advisor of the king but yet she is covered in a yellow aura, with yellow hair and teal eyes.
A wave of panic and fear ceases Frieza. The look all screamed transformation to Frieza, a word came to both mind and to his lips/"Super Saiyan".
Guarda screams up in the void "GALICK GUN!" a column of yellow light jets out of her hands consuming Frieza his minions and his spaceship.
Left stunned at the destruction of his property is a scorched Frieza left panting and burned. Guarda had used enough power to kill everything but him. Faster that he could conceive Guarda in in front of him. Fear is omnipresent in the tyrant's eyes, death itself was in front of him and he knew it. Guarda licked her lips. The tyrant cringed in fear.
"That was for my race!" She punched right through him in the gut. She, screamed. "And this is for my grandson!" She fired vaporizing the tyrant to atoms.
On a different spaceship
In the distance watching is Cooler from the bridge of his spaceship. He is stunned, afraid but yet all at the same time jubilant. Out of his lips comes the words.
The purple and white alien looks a far more serious sort then his brother.
"The arrogant little brat is dead! I despise the fact that it was by some monkey but still he's dead!"
Salza,his second begins to say "Lord Cooler…" Salza pauses not fully knowing what to say. "Aw should we move in attack position?"
Cooler nearly rolled his eyes at that "Are you seriously asking me that question right know? Hell no! I am no match for that monkey right now. Besides I have an east galaxy to rule by myself. I will let father go and die against that force. Though I wonder if Ginyu and a few of the other under my little brother command will be willing to work for me rather than be exterminated by the saiyans, in their vengeance."
Cooler began to laugh as his ship pulled away from the observation spot over Vegeta.
Elsewhere…
On a night on an alien world the moon having fallen from the horizon a Prince sits. The Prince is sitting on a pile of corpses Nappa and Raditz in the distance leaving the five-year-old to enjoy his kills. The Prince's scouter rings he presses the button.
"Yes, what is it?"
"Emergency call for you to return to Vegeta, prince. There was some sort of change in the orders. Your father requests your presences immediately."
"Fine. You can tell my father I will be home shortly."
Alone on a pile of corpses Vegeta calls up his servants and the group then gathers together.
"Why would your father want you to return home? Wouldn't that be against Frieza's orders?" the third class asked
The general said "I swore my undying loyalty to your father and you not Frieza. If you want to go it will be my head not yours."
"I don't think that will be necessary, but I will keep that in mind. Now come were going home father's waiting."
In the Palace
Guarda look to her anxious son, sweat coming down his forehead and with a big smile on her face she says. "I have stared death in the face and kill him, dead. Frieza is no more we are free! No more masters!"
The king face is one of delight it was almost too good to be true, Frieza was dead.
"And the Legendary Super Saiyan?"
She looks away "No."
He stutters as she speaks "But why?"
She looks back to him "The boy is an unbounded orphan. I will be Broly's new mother."
"You said the boy is a threat, why aren't we dealing with it?"
"I am dealing with it. I will raise the boy. He will be loyal to us and I will train the Prince to achieve my form. We will have gained an asset. Who knows what other threats are out there. I cannot be the only Super Saiyan, we need replacements for when my age catches up with me. Your son is stronger than you were at your age and stronger than I was. I have faith that he will not disappoint."
Wearily he says "Well if you say so."
Guarda, pivots as she said. "We need some new decrees."
"Go on."
"Number one: I want you to recall Tarble.".
He looked surprised "I thought we agreed that the boy was not suited for his life as a Prince. He was far too weak to have a position in the court."
"No we agreed that we were never going to hand over another Prince to Frieza, so we sent him as far out of Frieza grasp as possible. There is no Frieza so no need to keep him in exile."
"Very well. It would nice to see the little one again any ways. Weak or not he is my son."
"Number two- No more sending infants out to possibly die is space. I want to get rid of all of Frieza policies. What almost happened to Kakarrot was deplorable. He almost became one of them."
"Understood and agreed. But like who and how?"
"I saw a vision of a possible future. Kakarrot was taken in by a weak tuffle like race and raised to be one of them."
"What a dishonor!"
It was just then that a certain young prince marches into the throne room accompanied by Nappa and Raditz. All three of which kneeled before the King.
The Prince stood up and sneered at Guarda. He prince didn't know who she was. She had decided to keep it that way after all her mate got a lot strongest when they were rivals not family. Not telling had been a way of keeping her an unknown nameless saiyan, in case the monster ever tortured the boy.
"You sent for me Father?"
As father explain the situation to his son she slipped out, she had an adopted son to raise.
She went to the medical station picked up her new son. She said hello to the little boy that had help her save their race. The boy known as Kakarrot had given her more than just her species back, but he had given her hope. She then returned to the Celestial Palace.
While holding the newborn she looked to the court yard the blade of grass had grown a stem and a blue flower had somehow grown and bloomed.
She whispered, "Blue." As she wondered what new future was in store for them all.
Yep I'm bring it back.