(Yellow text in space with loud triumphful orchestra music.)
Out of Time
War rages like a wildfire in the galaxy. Billions are dying and fleeing. Horror prevails over the galaxy!
With Frieza's death the massive PTO (Planet Trade Organization) is dying. It and its allies are being slaughter by its former and by Kakarrot's Gero NSE (New Saiyan Empire).
The Empire is winning victory after victory. It stands unchallenged by the rest of the galaxy. The slaves of the PTO and criminal empires that have long been chained are now being freed. They in newfound freedom are flocking to join the Empire blind to the evil it represents.
Into this chaos has been thrown more gasoline. Kakarrot has managed to get a Democratic alliance of planets led by the Galactic King to declare war on him. That seems destined to bring more conflict to the now war-torn cosmos.
In this the overseers of the universe are powerless in the face of the newly minted Super Saiyan and his legions of loyal soldiers. The only hope that might exist is far too young for the challenge yet.
Dark times seem the destiny of those who live. Billions of refugees are flooding any and all world that seem safe. Because of so much panic, terror and horror gripping the cosmos dark forces have taken notice.
In a realm divided from the rest of the universe, elements seek to take advantage of the situation.
The Demon realm has awakened to a universe that their leaders see potential in. The Supreme Makaioshin interested in this saiyan emperor even now plots to send an emissary to make contact with him. The result of which may make the conflict even worse.
While the ruthless and ethicsless Imperial science bureau led by Dr. Gero and his protégé Dr. Platinum seeks out its goals for the new saiyan race in their mysterious project Prometheus. As Kakarrot seeks out Frieza's father and brother to end the line that has done so much damage.
But a wild card from out of nowhere is about to enter this horror show, oblivious to the unknown history he is about to step into. Perhaps to be claimed by it, like so many others. Or to change the course of history as he intended to do.
Planet Cold One
A bleed large purple king is kneeing holding his gut as he bleeds from many places. His regal form is in tatters as he has no doubt been kicked around. Around him are bodies of his son's bodyguards the Armored Squadron.
He hears in the losing fight his son is having with that cyborg 13 which acts and sounds like some sort of country bumkin. It adds to the sting of this all. A primitive monkey and his hillbilly army of backwards savages have crushed an empire that have been around for centuries. It was his parent's and his grandparent. Thousands of years of frost demon dominance now overturned by this miserable lowly monkey.
In the background was his palace. It was a massive structure. It is ornately built out of shining marble and gold. It is highlighted by the red-orange glow of burning cities and forests behind it.
Ash grey and black falls to the ground around him softly like snow to his feet. It looks so harmless yet to it touch it stings not unlike cold snow, yet it is fiery embers instead.
"OH, King of Kings do you hear me."
The ancient Tyrant looks up at the monkey that has done so much damage to himself and the Empire he had help maintain. His eyes are immediately drawn to the insult first.
His son Frieza's head coated in tar on a pike sticking out behind the saiyan's back. A look of horror is on that face that is rotting slowly away. The saiyan is glowing that cruel blinding yellow light has turn has turn that jet-black hair golden and standing.
His armor is black, red and white the colors of horror as far as he's concerned. Those green-blue eyes hidden by the rose color sunglasses are nightmarish.
Kakarrot observing that his prey has at the moment has lost touch with reality signals over to 13.
13 has been bashing around the helpless form of the armored alien for a while now. The trucker looking cyborg heils his master. He grabs hold of the alien (Cooler) and tosses it to him.
"For you my Emperor."
With both hands Kakarrot grab hold of the motionless fifth form frost demon.
"Allow me to wake you up King."
Kakarrot tears by the waist Cooler in half spraying gore and blood all over himself and Cold. The warm spray of blood stings his eyes.
But rage does not come it been packed down by fear and loathing.
"Are you awake?"
"Fuck you, you inbred monkey garage."
"Oh, please your mad? How many people have you had killed? You should be happy that I'm giving you the courtesy of a personal execution unlike you might have. You should be smiling this is your last appearance before the cameras."
He pointed at the camera crew that had been filming this spectacle. There too was a young Romulus and a group of his allies and general all watching.
Kakarrot grabbed him by the neck then when he then went into a speech as he began to crush his throat.
"Your kind have been living an endless night. Dark cold and lifeless. You name your people after the winter. Cold and frozen in time. A symbol of an ancient state of affairs that has lasted as long as anyone could remember. But behold me, people of the universe. I'm the light and the god of the new day shining and golden. Dawn has come this morning. The things that have gone bump in the night are no more. The light of dawn reveals these sounds to be not wolves but lap dogs that can easily stomped on. Now watch the light banish this horrible cold night forever. I bring the fiery warm of a burning new day and kill the night."
And with that Kakarrot Gero ripped Cold's head off bring a end to the Frost Demons race.
In a Science Vessel Orbiting A Familiar Enough Star
A bleach blonde hair blue eyed man was watching the monitor and smirked. He was a cold looking man that at a glance gave off the aura of putrid creepiness. He was a smaller man with small beady eyes.
He was wearing a lab coat underneath it is a cream color uniform with black accents. They indicate he's a general in the Empire and a doctor as well.
His chair turns from the large monitor as the monitor changes channel back from the images of Kakarrot victory to that of a different scene of horror.
It shows a series of table where the dead bodies of saiyans are. Visible is the body of Vegeta having been cut open and most of its organs removed. Along with Nappa's, Raditz's and other unknown saiyans.
Before him in single file lines past his table is scientist in either white full body sterile suits or black full body sterile suits.
He spoke in a voice that had calm voice trying to hide the madness that lurked with in it "Our Lord Emperor Kakarrot has just secured our short-term survival in the cosmos. But he is not a very patience man. One war has ended but another has already begun. The grandfather of our Empire demands to know what progress we have made. So, what progress have we made? Dr. Amber?"
His eyes turned towards one of the scientists. The man heiled then began.
"Herr Doctor General. My team have finished our harvesting from the corpses of the Prince, our divine's brother along with General Nappa. Unlike the corpses we collected from the debris of planet Vegeta their DNA was fully intact. But three samples and a multitude of nearly sterilized samples fished from the vacuum does not come close to meeting Project Prometheus's needs. We could make clones of the more intact saiyan but we have nowhere near enough DNA to map the Saiyan genome. It'll take a very long time without more samples to know what each does or what we are looking for."
He gave off a loud hissing noise "I don't want excuses Doctor…" He smashed the table as he yelled. "…I want results!" He adjusted his hair as he sought to regain his composure and the looked at a different scientist. "Dr. Onyx your report."
He heiled "Herr Doctor General. Frieza's cold storage facilities have been a wealth of data. They only had replicated samples which were unusable for us, but the data they have once fully processed will greatly speed up our knowledge. We won't need to do half as much work on the subject. They have already done a great deal of the research for us on the matter."
"Yes, they have. But that doesn't give us any samples." He said in a far more cold fury this time.
He then moved on to the next one. "Colonel Orchid. Do you have anything from the MO to report?"
She heiled then in a far more proud voice then the others spoke "Herr Doctor General. You'll be pleased to know that we have found something that you'll be interested in. Are Xenoarchaeology teams have found something. Prometheus will be able to move forward. I can guarantee you that Sir."
On A Primitive Ancient World
Doctor General Platinum is wiping sweat from off his brow.
Around him is a humid jungle with three suns overhead. There was sounds of many diverse groups of animals from birds of paradise to primates making noise. It was dense place where trees crowded one another for space. The air smelt musky and dank from the humidity along with the smell of rotting vegetation.
Over his bleach blonde hair is an old colonial safari style helmet that might have been worn in the 1800's. It has the handled on a logo on its side.
He is wearing light armor cream colored. He looks a man either out of place or merely a man whose time has come again.
It was blazing hot as he took a step forward over the body of a dead native. Flies are swarming as the body has been lying for a while.
Before him was more corpses of more natives which were on ancient stone steps. The steps led to an ancient temple where upon it was the ancient symbol of saiyan royalty over its entrance. The temple or palace had been overgrown much of it hidden by the jungle.
The stone was a deep brown. It was built of strong rock that might have been on par with metal once upon a time. Now the stone was cracking. The moss and the tree root have weakened it tremendously. The temple was once dominate of the jungle, now it is at nature's nonexistence mercy.
Colonel Orchid in her black shining MO armor walks up beside him.
"Major Umber and his team discover this place. Carbon dating tells us its thousands of years old. Vegeta was still named Plant and Sadala was still around. The natives were rather protective of this place. It was where their gods sleep the translator told us. Some of them you can see have tails and oddly fair skin for a people on planet without poles. It took more than you would expect to slaughter them when they refused to allow us in. They only had pointed sticks and stones, but we lost nine men. They possessed higher than average power levels you understand."
He looked at the temple his cruel eyes bright with anticipation.
"Destiny is approaching Colonel this'll make up for the loss of Yardrat for sure. I have seen the present all wrapped up in its bow, now let's open her up and feel her insides, shall we?"
The massive stone door to the main chamber was pushed down as the dark ancient room was lit up by the flashlights of the soldiers and scientists as they burst into it.
Pictograms covered the walls of the huge room. They were faded by time yet spoke to the beliefs of those that build it.
They showed the gods, the people with tails and their achievements over the years. The pictograms were crude but easy to follow.
At the center of the room was seated mummified figures in their own transparent chamber. It was a dome made with tech that these yokels won't have had.
They had been isolated for all this time and had been preserved by it. There was at least fifteen of them and they were still wearing their ancient saiyan armor.
They looked to Platinum to be waiting in his mind. He walked towards them knelt before them while his eyes focused in on them.
The middle one was higher than the others and dress in a more regal armor. Clearly, he or her (hard to tell right now) had been the leader.
Their skin had turn to leather their eyes long shriveled away. Their mouths were open their teeth showing as their lips had peeled back. Their nails were long their muscles shrunk so that it was easy to see the bones just underneath.
They were disturbing to look upon. They had been ancient despots that were worshiped as gods. The images of their cruel rule was present to see upon on the walls. Their whims satisfied, whether it be of flesh or of blood.
It spoke of this world and its conquest by them. Their Oozaru form laying waste to cities. They loved gold and luxury. They ate lavishly and had libidos to match.
He was in awe of this ancient conquers that had done no doubt so much harm to this world and its people. He felt the need to talk to the equally awed Colonel.
"They were right to worship them Colonel. They must have been truly magnificent in their time. We need to round up the natives and see how they differ from the Emperor's offspring. These titans need to be examined as well. DNA can last for millions of years and they are well preserved. Their last meal is still in their guts I bet. This place must be pulled picked apart and studied. Its secrets uncovered. If there are more, we must find them. Here is where ten thousand years truly begins. Here my friends is where men become gods!"
Back on Cold One
A loud belch echoed in the halls of the palace of Cold. It was so loud that it drowned out all the myriad voices in the great hall. The hall was nearly built to the size of a field of a sports stadium. It had been a place to host a vast assortment of dignitaries and guests.
Right now, it hosted the majority of the military leaders and allies of the NSE.
It held common soldiers, formers slaves, the cream of the Imperial war machine, and Drug lords. It was an odd affair with a mixture of class, cultures and manners. It was all in contrast to which came before.
The pantry of the King had been raided as the finest foods in the galaxy were being served with the strongest and smoothest of spirits.
They were all in an orgy of gluttony. Drinking and eating into excess. Fights were breaking out. Lewd acts were occurring. It was a ruckus affair. A true saiyan feast not seen since Vegeta's destruction.
In this madness stood Romulus without his helmet by his father's command. He stood at attention next to his father's currently vacant chair.
The young boy looked scared watching this very adult scene. He was trying to put on a brave stoic face but was failing horribly.
He was alone all his siblings were left back on Earth, nor was his mother present. He knew most of the moffs, generals and admirals but not more than a little.
He was mad at himself. He was supposed to be the Crown Prince of these men but instead he felt as though he was a child (which he was).
Heard throughout the Palace was a loud burp. That proceed a large door being kicked down and a disheveled Emperor was revealed.
Kakarrot looked very liquored up. His eyes were bloodshot. His palm hair was in place thanks to his saiyan nature, but his armor was only half on. He had drool on his face and on his face was not the wolfish grin of the conqueror but the content smile of a drunken lout.
It was an unnerving sight to his young son. The powerful force that he had known all his life was now off thanks to the booze.
Romulus had always feared him. He had never shown any cruelty to him or any unkind words, but there was always something unknowable about his father.
Romulus had seen him rip apart men with his teeth. His smiles could mean anything. You just never knew were you stood. He had showed a power greater than anything else in the universe and Romulus didn't really know him, he was just an unknown.
He had just come from a room where he guessed that he had made more wives as his father explain once to him. Which probably mean more brothers and sisters were on the way.
Kakarrot was unbalanced. He was being helped it would seem a using one of new wives as the two came over to his seat at the head of the table.
She had been one of Cold's house slaves. She was humanoid but clearly not remotely related to mankind. She had sapphire blue skin. Hair that was red and orange like flame. Her eyes had luminescent yellow glow to them. She had two pupils per her two eyes.
She was a foot taller than Kakarrot. Her legs were slender and built for speed. She appeared to have hoofs instead of feet.
The two came in and he took his seat as they sucked face. She appeared to two a have a split tongue. That she used to encircle his.
Now whether or not any of her features were natural or modifications that were forced on her otherwise, it was hard to say.
He broke off from her and then he turned to his men and gave off a bloodcurdling roar. Most of those in the room join in with him. They became a choirs of war cries that drenched the vaulted ceiling and long halls of this palace with their presence. Much like thunder though its sound ended as quickly as it started but it echoed in the distance.
In a growl he barked out "Are you enjoying yourselves my brothers!"
They roared back in the affirmative.
Now he said with a more drunken edge due to him lowering his voice but still he was the orator he always seemed to be "Good… because any man…that… that shed his blood with… oh wait… I forgot how the rest went. Well point is ya'll my brothers now. I don't remember having those so good for all of you. You all here, helped me slaughter and pillage my way to this point. Ya'll liberated the galaxy from these fuck's and you're going to help me crush some more saps too. But for now, the day is ours and as such I want you to celebrate. I wanted you drinking, whoring and puking. I want to paint this place white, red and green with precious body fluids. If you need to piss do it on the floor or on their family paintings. Now let's get this orgy really started! You beautiful fucks!"
At his last roar the non-Imperial elites went into a frenzy at began to smash windows and tear the place apart minus the dining area. The female slaves of which had not been used by Kakarrot were released into the room.
Romulus knees began to shake a bit as he saw so many things begin to happen that he knew he shouldn't be seeing.
He turned his head away from the horror show only to hear a hissing noise from his father. He looked up at his father who was glaring at him.
"Are you crying?" He asked with distain in his voice that seemed to chase away the drunkenness.
Romulus froze, he realized that he was indeed crying. Burning hot tears were streaming down from his eyes on to his cheeks then falling off his chin out of fear and confusion.
"Why are you crying boy? What are you a woman or a fag…" He looked at Moff Grey who was not far from them. "I mean 'degenerate'. I suppose I invented newspeak I should probably use it." He pulled the former slave girl by the arm to go in front of him and towards Romulus.
"Yo chick show my boy a good time. Hate for him to turn out wrong. Let's set him 'straight'. Suck him off."
Romulus's body and mind were like ice. He was just frozen in fear. He had no idea off what to do at all as her hands began to paw at his armor. Soon his pants were off, and he watched her mouth open.
It had become the scariest thing in the universe. It was a dark blue and red cavern moist and wet with that snake like tongue of hers. That tongue, that odd inhuman thing was twirling around threatening to eat him.
He wanted to run and was begging his legs to move but they wouldn't. They wouldn't budge they would only shake with fear right now.
Her hands were about to remove his underwear as her mouth came closer. Romulus felt as though he was going to die. His heart was beating so fast that he thought it was about to explode.
Now he just wanted to melt or just explode anything that would get him out of this situation.
Grey who had been sitting next to the unconscious passed out Teal cleared his throat loudly. The teetotaler had been watching this scene and had decided that he had seen enough.
"My Lord Emperor? Do you really want your son's under twelve-year-old son's chastity defiled by such an inferior subhuman whore? You have decreed that such unions yourself are abominations yourself. The purity of the master race must be preserved. We must not mingle with impure blood. Now don't you agree."
Somehow these words clearly got to him. The drunken fiend took a mere second then grabbed hold of the woman then pulled her away from his son.
"Well when your right, your right."
He with no effort whatsoever then snapped her neck like it was a twig killing her instantly. He allowed her body to limply fall onto the ground but not before it smacked the table on its way down. Her blood from her then cracked skull painting the surface of it. She hit the floor with a thud as crimson streamed from her wound leaving her head in a puddle of blood.
He chuckled at the sight "If I can't have it why should it exist? I guess I go kill the others too. Be right back."
Kakarrot got to his feet a bit wobbly but preceded to head to where the others soon to be victims were.
Romulus felt like collapsing he was breathed now. He hadn't for a while, and it was like he had never had air before. He felt a warm trickle flowing down his legs. He looked down his legs to see that he had wet himself while snot came pouring out of his nose.
Grey approached him having left his seat to attend to the Prince.
"How unfortunate my Prince. It would seem that the night has worn on you. Her salvia must have gotten all over you and given you a cold as well as an allergic reaction. After all you can't have wet yourself or be crying. That is what happen remember." He yelled out to an attendee to take care of him.
Romulus in a weak voice attempted to say "T—h—ank y…"
"No need my Prince. You are the future of the Empire. Your father simply forgot himself with all of that rot gut in him. I remember when my father would do similar things or just beat me. He tried to make me a 'man' as he put it. Like he was one poor drunken lout he was. Never held a job for more than a day. I didn't have shoes until I was twelve nor had a full belly."
His voice had started out so strong, but he had begun to trail off as the nature of room seemed to occur to him.
Romulus was carried away by the attendants as bloodcurdling screams could be heard in the distance that were soon drowned out by the other lustful and horrid noises of the palace as the night seemed as day with the fires of the burning planet continued outside. Burning away everything it touched.
Earth
In a sunny forest a bolt of lightning appeared out of nowhere. It signaled the opening of a hole that came from outside the rules of time and space. Out of that void appeared a ship of sort a vessel of an odd shape. An aircraft engine with lander's and with a dome as its head.
The hole closed and the ship touched down onto the ground. It was yellow ship with a Capsule corp logo and number one sign on it. But most important of all the word in big black letters "HOPE!" was written on it.
It was something not from this universe and not from this time.
The glass top opened up and the figure flew out.
It was a young man with blue hair cut into a bowl shape. He had blue eyes that spoke of the things he'd seen hard but still so young. He had on grey pants a short cut jacket with the Capsule corp logo and a black tank top.
On his back was a broad sword like a knight would have. He had royal features about his face to him. He was a built man only partial trained mostly self-taught.
In his hand was a vial of some sort of medicine that he was intending to give to a man that didn't exist here sort of.
His mouth when wide as he looked to see factories and cities that weren't supposed to be here. A breeze seemed to whisper to him. He was a man out of time and out of place here.
He blinked as he puzzled over the sight of a star destroyer in the high atmosphere overhead.
He had come to the wrong time and the wrong place but perhaps he might be right man for the job ahead.
Well that changes things now doesn't it. I decided to bring him here. I don't think he'll be pleased with this world anymore then his future. Now this was dark, but I figure you expect that from me. This new saga will change the ending as well as a ton of other things.