Author's Note :
I made this chapter more in line with my new Time Omnian / Gamer lore.
Subplot :
Return of Planet Vegeta.
Series :
• Dragon Ball.
• Dragon Ball Z.
• Dragon Ball Super.
Summary :
Planet Vegeta is back, and Prince Vegeta is reunited with his father, The Master, the God King of the Saiyan race. Unfortunately it doesn't go as well as the 16 year old would have liked.
• 600 Cycles Ago, Saiyans original homeworld:
King Vegeta, naked and hairy, overlooked the ship in the sky. He stood in his great ape form.
He had brought order to the wasteland, by being the strongest. A position he often had to defend. But he had been little more then a beast... as all Saiyans were.
He had to learn control, and taught it to the others. In the 3 cycles of his life, as this Great Ape, he had successfully conquered the world.
Just in time for the Tuffles to arrive.
The ship landed, with the crew hesitant to walk to the Kaiju city. They must be used to Kaiju being little more then beast, but King Vegeta had organized them enough to build proper huts.
"Welcome," The Master surprised them further, by speaking in Galactic Standard. A language he taught to all Saiyans. "What brings you to my humble world?"
The Tuffle scientist shared a look, before their leader informed, "We bring distressing news. Your world is dying, oh mighty Kaiju. We had detected life signs, and had intended to bring enough of your biosphere and animal life, and build a sanctuary devoted to it on our own world... but now..."
The Master smiled, "We Saiyans, being Sapient, changes things."
"This world has a good 60 years left," One of the other scientists suggested. "More then enough time, to evacuate everyone."
Another pointed out, "Our world can barely support ourselves. How could we convince our government to take on an entirely new race?"
The Master smirked, "Then take us somewhere else. A world with no moons would be best, and in return... I believe you already know what we can offer you. Our world is rich in precious Minerals, Metals, and Crystals. All things you need for your star vessels. Bring my people to a world of my choosing, and I will give you full rights to mine my world of all its resources."
The leader became wary, as was intended. "How do you know all this?"
The Master spoke his prepared lie, "Over a century ago, when I was but a cub, I stumbled on a ship... with what I now understand to be a Holographic AI. It taught me of the greater galaxy. How to read and write, and even speak your tongue... and I taught this knowledge to others.
"Unfortunately, the ship was vaporized in a fight, some decades before I noticed others observing our world. I know you've seen me enlighten my brothers. As I know the only reason why you were allowed to offer evacuation, is because your species has been illegally mining my world. Hence why it is now in danger of imploding."
The scientists looked down, in clear shame. "That wasn't us," the leader weakly insisted.
"You're here, because you feel guilty," King Vegeta smiled. "For what your government has done... but know, I don't blame your people. I merely ask you help relocate us to somewhere we would be more comfortable."
The Master's King Vegeta incarnation, had ruled for approximately 600 Cycles. In truth, he lost count.
As Saiyans only lived a little over 150 cycles, his people began worshiping him as a God. The Master wasn't as adverse to the notion, as The Doctor, but he did educate the Saiyans about Time Omnians. Explaining they were not Deities nor Kami. But rather "God Killers", extremely long lived mortals, that had enough magical power to kill the lower gods.
This only delighted the Saiyans, to think their King could best gods. And so the Saiyans would celebrate, whenever Beerus came to visit their new world. The Kami of Feast and Destruction. Was loved by the Kaiju he blessed with endless fighting potential.
The Master was not the Kami's equal, but he could get the god to use 42% of his own combat prowess. Whenever Beerus visited, The Master would request they spar in the arena, televising the fights across the planet. It was always a day of celebration, for the Saiyan people. With feast held across the planet, which Beerus would gleefully partake in.
While Beerus loved how King Vegeta not only knew how to fight, but fed him the best foods from all over the Multiverse.
The Master did not grovel before the god, but nor was he disrespectful. And when Beerus had a mission for him. The King always delivered.
Such as, finding the Kami, the comfiest pillow in the Multiverse. The Master tracked it down, in a matter of hours, and immediately handed it over.
Beerus was fairly pissed, when Frieza destroyed one of his favorite planets. But the Soul of King Vegeta explained his plan, and said he'd like to kill the Frost Demons himself.
Beerus didn't know if it was possible. As the Frost Demons were another race of God Killers, that rivalled his own people. If Beerus could destroy them... he already would have.
They lived for 10,000 Cycles, Where each of these abominations, had millions of children, over their lifetime.
Beerus wanted to crush them just for that... but fact was, while no individual Frost Demon could match him, as a group they could easily overwhelm. True, he'd be able to take out a few billion... but there were trillions. They would defeat him, in the end.
And then there was King Cold. He had claimed Dominion over the Saiyans, by beating King Vegeta in single combat... Cold was Beerus equal, all on his own...
Even if the Demon's spawn were mere Galaxy Busters. That was because they were lazy. If they actually took the time to train, they would be Beerus equals as well.
But now, after the majority of the Saiyan race, Trained with Beerus in the afterlife. They might just be a match for the Frost Demons. Beerus and the Master could take out King Cold, while the Saiyans fought off the rest of the Frost Demons.
They needed some time to adjust to what their mortal bodies could handle. And they still hadn't unlocked Super Saiyan, Beerus ultimate blessing. But once they truly mastered their power. They would be taking the fight to the Frost Demons.
• 9 Years After the Saiyans Lost the World, which the Tuffles Brought Them to. Immediately After The Eternal Dragon Brought the Planet Back.
Prince Vegeta appeared within the ancient halls of his ancestors. Within the Throne room of Planet Vegeta.
"Father?" Prince Vegeta felt his body go numb, trying to hold himself with dignity... but could only stare dumbly, as the king got off his throne, and walked over to his teenage son.
"Am I dead?" the prince couldn't stop himself from asking. His eyes never leaving his father, while still taking in all of the grand throne room. The very room he used to play in, before Frieza stole him from his parents.
The King merely held out his hand. "Tail!" He demanded. Getting the young Prince to flinch. His mind suddenly going back to his first few years of life.
Nervously, his tail unwrapped itself from around his waist... and hesitantly put itself within his father's grasp.
Immediately father got a firm grip around the tail. The young prince fell to his knees, gasping and groaning in pain... and blushing at the humiliating way his father chose to discipline him. While still not understanding why his father was punishing him.
"Does this feel 'dead'?" his gruff Elder demanded.
The Prince growled, shaking his head.
"I expect an answer, cub," The King grunted. "Surely you haven't lost all your manners."
"No Sir!" The Prince exclaimed, feeling all of 5 years old.
"What's in your head, cub!" The King demanded. "Why did you stay by that monsters side!? Even after he destroyed our planet!? You should have went with Nappa, the second that idiot tried to get you out. Not pull rank and dig in your heels!!!"
"I..." Vegeta struggled to talk through the pain. Having forgotten where that usually leads. "I wanted... avenge our people!" he tried to explain. One of the teenager's eyes forcing itself shut, and refusing to open. All well he spoke in broken sentences.
Unfortunately, the Prince remembered too late. Talking back always got his father to squeeze harder... and longer. As he added to the lecture. And despite being dead for so long, the King hadn't gotten any more lenient.
The Prince gave out a brief yell, before clamping his mouth shut. Insisting on taking this like a man.
"You should have focused on restoring our people! Not threaten to destroy What's left of it!" King Vegeta, pointed at someone nearby. "Look at your brother!"
Prince Vegeta was shocked to see Tarble, his little brother, was actually standing nearby. The boy was a good few years younger then his elder brother. So not quite a teenager, himself.
The boy was covering his tail, as if expecting to be next.
Vegeta hadn't seen his little brother since they were toddlers. The boy had been sent away, due to being weak.
Regardless of that fact, their King and Father, spoke in pride of his youngest, to shame his elder.
"Tarble not only managed to get away, from the Planet Trade Organization, but he spent the years after our world's destruction, finding as many survivors as he could. He turned his space ship into a mobile colony. Staying out of Frieza's way, as our people prepared themselves for a counter strike."
Tarble felt he should point out, he wasn't involved in the attack plans. Those were more the ideal fantasies of the Saiyans he found.
There were thousands of Survivors, that had been off world when Frieza destroyed their home. And while Tarble hadn't found all of them, or even most of them, he never stopped looking... and never stopped hoping his big brother would find them... but maybe it was best he hadn't.
"Meanwhile, you talk down to the few Saiyans in your care. Do tricks for that Sociopath that killed off your people. And abandon every scrap of honor I tried to insteal in you! You didn't even find Broly! Our ultimate hope, The mutation I sent off to train, due to his power level surpassing Frieza as an infant.
"If you had just gotten that cub, and trained him yourself, FRIEZA WOULD HAVE DIED A DECADE AGO. Everything you've done, these past 9 years, has brought me nothing but SHAME!!!"
The young Prince finally began to weep. Not from the pain in his tail, but from the sheer words his father spoke.
The King released his son, before forcing the cub to his feet... and giving him a hug. The Prince's sore tail, immediately coiling around his father's. Desperate for comfort... as if he was 5 years old all over again.
"I still love you," The King swore, hugging his son tightly. "But we really need to get that monster's lessons out of your head. You're going to start listening to Nappa. As you should have from the beginning. He is your instructor, I don't care how much more powerful you are compared to him. You aren't grown yet, and you need to learn respect before you can expect it."
Patting his son's shoulder, The King broke the hug. Then looked over at his youngest.
"Tarble?" Spoke the King. The smaller cub eeped, as his father walked over to him, with purpose. The boy relaxed, as his father pulled him into a hug of his own. Their tails coiling around each other. "I knew, if given the chance, you'd grow up to be a great Saiyan."
Parting slightly, though still hugging his cub. The King looked into his eyes. "You might not have grown into the warrior I wanted you to be. But you are a hero none the less."
Tarble blushed, "Father..." not knowing what to say.
King Vegeta gently gave his son another squeeze, before parting. His tail untangling itself from the cub... and pretending not to notice the boy's tail trying to weakly pull it back.
Tarble was always more emotional, then generally thought appropriate, for Saiyans. Regardless-
"I'm proud of you," The King said the words Tarble had never gotten to hear.
Once the personal matters were gotten out of the way, the King return to his throne, and gave a planet wide announcement... mostly for the sake of the survivors, and their hybrid children.
Explaining how a giant wish granting dragon, created by a Namekian, had been used to restore Planet Vegeta, and all her people. Bringing all of the surviving families, to their Ancestral Clan Estates.
The Saiyans were now celebrating, not only their return from the dead, but their reunion with the members that survived. Welcoming the several thousand hybrid children, that had been born since their planet's destruction. Even welcoming the alien partners, and the families that adopted Saiyan children. All were honored by the Saiyans, and promised a place amongst them.
• A Few Hours Later, Now Within King Vegeta's Private Chambers .
"What do you mean, I'm not the Heir!!!" Prince Vegeta raged. "I'm your first born!!!"
The Master could only sigh at his child's ignorance.
Because of the Saiyans little detour from life, and the Master's deal with Beerus... The Master had the power of a Kami of Destruction. While the weakest of those Saiyans could destroy a universe three times over.
The Master's Cub may have the potential to go far further, but he currently only had the power of a Planet Buster. He, and the other survivors, had to be trained to meet their full potential... but once met, Prince Vegeta could very well surpass Beerus by a good deal.
But Goku had the potential to go even further... and then their was Broly.
Broly was a freak mutation, an accident of evolution... that was born with more Ki then King Cold, The Master, and Beerus combined. Not potential, but the actual power... his potential was actually endless. He could match the Infinite power of the likes of Superman.
He was a true God Killer... and The Master was eager for him to take his place.
Knowing Broly was to be born soon, King Vegeta announced he was ready for retirement, about 6 years before Planet Vegeta was destroyed.
He announced he'd start looking for a successor. The Master hoped Broly would one day succeed him.
Broly was destined to rule the Saiyans, as the strongest of them all... the King just had to make sure the child was properly educated for ruling.
Prince Vegeta was conceived shortly after his announcement... but Broly wasn't. Due to the Changes to the Timeline, Broly wasn't conceived until a few months after Goku.
But once he was, he was everything The Master hoped for. Trying to change history, yet again. King Vegeta gleefully told Broly's father of the Boy's potential, of his worthiness to succeed as the next King. The man was given resources, and respect. Sending him off on a secret mission to train his son, and prepare the child for not only his role in the defeat of the Frost Demons, but his eventual succession as King over the Saiyan Race.
The Master had been naive as the Doctor... he should have known that wouldn't be enough for the villainous Paragus. The man wasn't satisfied being the father to the Saiyan's hope, and eventual King... he wanted that power under his own thumb...
After planet Vegeta was destroyed... Paragus executed the low class Saiyans, assigned to be his Servants and Broly's teacher... and began shaping Broly into his own personal weapon.
The King could only sigh. "Frieza is a closed minded bigot. He knows nothing about Saiyan Culture. I'm also aware, Nappa tried to teach you our ways, to train and mold you as a Saiyan Warrior... but you refused his lessons. Choosing instead to listen to Frieza. Who never bothered to learn anything about our people."
"The Heir of the Saiyan Empire, is the Strongest Saiyan. You might be powerful, but you aren't the strongest. Not by a long shot. So shut up, and be content with your place. Not like you even have the right temperament for ruling, anyhow."
The 16 year old Prince, crushed the glove he was wearing, as he glared at his father. Feeling his anger explode, his fist lashed out, attempting to bash the old man's face in.
However, the moment the fist was in range, The King snagged it out of the air, and glared at his disrespectful cub... until he noticed the look of horror on the boy's face... as if he was scared his father, his own father, was about to kill him.
The King sighed, "We are a warrior race, but we are not without compassion... you need never fear me, my son."
The Prince's tough guy facade reemerged. Scoffing as he jerked his fist out of the grasp.
"You have much to learn, my cub," The Master gave another sigh. Deciding to ignore the attempted punch, and continue his lecture.
"Saiyans instinctively respect the strongest. It is how we were so easily conquered by the Frost Demons. We submitted to their rule, willingly, because they were more powerful then ourselves.
"No my cub, while you were once the Heir. That was not because you were my blood, but because you were the strongest child born. But Another child was born a few years after you, which far surpassed your own power. But, if you want, when he reaches the age of challenge, you may put yourself against his might. To see if you can become the proper heir."
"The age of Challenge?" Vegeta sneered, although it was clearly fake. As the boy was still a bit nervous.
Tarble spoke up. "Frost Bite told me about that," With Prince Vegeta's outburst, the King had nearly forgotten his other Cub was here... Vegeta junior was always over-shadowing his brother. Even when he was a disappointment. "The right of challenge comes in three stages.
"First, when you turn 15 years old ( When a Magical Sapient's aging starts to slow), you can start refusing orders, like from an elder or commanding officer, but ya gotta beat them in a fight, in a formal duel.
"Then, when you're 25 years old ( That's the equivalent of 18), you can challenge your clan's Alpha Male, to a duel for his position... but you still gotta listen to the Alpha Female." Tarble stressed, for his ignorant older brother.
"And Finally, At 1 Cycle ( That's 42 years old. Physically 25 by human standards.), you can challenge the King for his position.
"While you should go all out, in any of these fights, Saiyans rarely die from them."
King Vegeta gave his youngest a proud nod. While Prince Vegeta glared at his know-it-all little brother.
The King decided to sidestep that as well. "Just because the current Heir, Broly, is more powerful then you, doesn't mean he is guaranteed to beat you in a fight... another thing you don't understand." The king gave a disappointed sigh. "Power levels aren't everything, technique and skill matters just as much, if not more. The one to win a fight, is more often then not, the one with the most guts.
"You may prove to be more skilled then Broly. But you must earn your role as 'Heir'. Until you do, you will always be a Prince."
Vegeta Tsk'ed.
The King continued, "So for now, Broly is the proper heir. I sent him away, in secret. Trusting his father to train him. So we could one day use his might to kill Frieza. This cub... his power level surpassed Frieza even in the womb. His birthing was so intense... it killed his mother... I should have considered that, before trusting his father with the boy.
"Paragus has... not treated the boy as a worthy heir... he has committed crimes, and manipulations, unforgivable in our culture.
"Broly was once the hope of our world, but his father chose to run his own agenda, instead."
Prince Vegeta eyed his father, still a little nervous that he dared to strike the man... though slowly relaxing, as their father just continued the lecture... instead of killing him... as Frieza would have... as Prince Vegeta, himself, would have.
"How do you know all this?" asked Prince Vegeta. "You've been dead for just over 9 years."
The King smiled, "You think I spent my afterlife on some cloud? I spent most of it training under the god of all Saiyans, Beerus, himself. With my leisure time spent, watching over the surviving Saiyan race...
"It was truly heart breaking, to see so many of them lose their way... we were once a proud, honorable, race of Warriors. Yet now we grovel in the streets... killing each other over scraps... and even over our own amusement..."
The King eyed his eldest, "You weren't even 5 years old, when taken from us... with Frieza killing your mother, for refusing to hand you over... As a result, all you know about Saiyans, is the twisted things Frieza told you... I intend to put a great deal of effort, into your re-education."
There was a knock at the chamber doors.
"Come in," The King growled.
Frost Bite stepped in, and gave a low bow. He was King Vegeta's oldest child. Though not of this lifetime. He was a reincarnation of one of Smartholomew's Echoes... but not any reincarnation. He was actually a Frost Demon.
Frost Bite was trusted with Guiding Prince Tarble, into a benevolent diplomat... while Gine was trusted to birth, and look after, Son Goku.
Prince Vegeta was destined to become a Destroyer, A proper Kami, with Saiyan and Time Omnian blood. and The Master would insure, his child would use the form of Saiyan Nobility, he created.
"They better have found Broly," King Vegeta demanded of his Frost Demon Son. As he had given orders, not to disturb his younger sons' lessons, otherwise. This incarnation of The Master, was far more formal with his children.
"They have Father," informed Frost Bite... although it took him a while to stop accidentally calling the Master "Mother". "Unfortunately, Paragus managed to escape off world. But the High Class Warriors were able to save Broly... He's not in good shape sire. Paragus used his son like a weapon, to buy him time for his escape."
King Vegeta closed his fist, as well as his eyes. "That thing really is without honor. It is no longer Saiyan." Then looked back at the young Frost Demon. "Did the High Class have to hurt the boy too badly?"
Frost Bite snorted, "They barely landed a scratch on him. His very skin was too tough for them to even bruise. No the cub just started crying when he realized his... father," He growled the word, not thinking the thing worthy of even that title. "Left without him."
King Vegeta sighed, "So you mean he is in poor shape, emotionally."
"No Father," Frost Bite shook his head. "He has numerous old scars... a shock collar, surgically grafted to his nervous system... and... his tail..." not wanting to say it in front of the cubs.
The King waved for the man to continue. He was already aware of all this, which was the reason he ordered Paragus be found and captured... as that thing was not worthy of a Saiyan's right to die fighting.
However the King's sons would learn of all this, soon enough. As the King intended to bring his Heir to the Palace. To be raised beside his own cubs.
Frost Bite gulped, not wanting to say it, but obeyed his king, "He cut off the Cub's tail."
Both boys gasped, and it pained Frost Bite for having to put that look of horror on Tarble's face... Frost Bite had raised his youngest brother, since before Planet Vegeta was destroyed. Training him off planet... in many ways, Tarble was more his own Son, then their father.
Even Prince Vegeta, was horrified that anyone would cut off a Saiyan's tail. Much less their own family... their own father. He'd expect King Vegeta to kill him, sooner then cut off his tail.
"He did worse then cut it off," King Vegeta explained to the three survivors. Who, for obvious reasons, were unaware of what the other survivors had gotten up to. The ones who died, had cheated a good deal, and watched from Beerus' realm.
"He surgically removed it," King Vegeta explained. "So that it can never grow back."
All those unaware, turned green, Tarble even ran over to the waste bin... to vomit.
Frost Bite forgot all decorum, and ran over, rubbing circles on Tarble's back.
King Vegeta just sighed, as the crown prince glared at their father.
"Did you really have to explain that in front of him!" Prince Vegeta pointed at Tarble. "He's just a cub!"
"So are you," The King eyed. "and you both need to be aware, of just what this boy has been through. He is still the heir, still our hope. I expect, all three of you, to help him on his road to recovery."