Chapter 1: A Plan Unfolds

In the wake of their decisive victory over the Saiyan forces, a brief lull settled over the battlefield. Krillin could sense the hesitation among the remaining Saiyans as they grappled with the loss of their leader. The King, no doubt brimming with confidence, was likely concocting his next move—a display of power to remind the world that the Saiyans were far from vanquished. Meanwhile, diligent work continued on the Tuffles' spaceships, which now incorporated the capsule technology pioneered by Bulma's father.

As for Krillin, he grappled with the task of adapting to life on this new world. Planet Planet differed significantly from Earth, notably in its heightened gravity, reminiscent of King Kai's planet. This environmental variance might explain why the Tuffles tended to be slightly shorter than the average Saiyan or human.

That morning, Krillin received two spaceship capsules from Pepino, a gift that would aid him in his upcoming mission. With the capsules in tow, he embarked on a journey towards the Saiyan stronghold. Guided by his ability to read ki levels, he easily tracked their location.

Amidst the anticipation of this crucial confrontation, he recalled a pivotal conversation that had transpired with Dr. Pepino the day after he'd shared his plans for the spaceships.

"Krillin, these spaceships you're requesting can transport a substantial number of people. I need to know the full extent of your intentions," Pepino inquired, cradling a steaming mug of coffee as he assumed a grave demeanor. "If I am to oversee their construction, I must understand the purpose behind it. This cannot be a simple matter."

Krillin recognized the gravity of the situation and felt compelled to disclose his true intentions to the scientist. "What I'm about to tell you must remain between us, understood?"

Pepino raised an inquisitive eyebrow but nodded his consent, driven by a burning curiosity about the enigmatic alien who had become their savior. "Very well, I promise to keep your confidence. What is it?"

"The machines you're building aren't merely spaceships," Krillin confessed, his expression serious. He needed Pepino to grasp the significance of their endeavor. "They're time machines, capable of traversing both time and space. In my timeline, your people, the Tuffles, were annihilated by the Saiyans, approximately nine years from now, during a full moon."

Shock washed over Pepino's face as he processed the revelation. "How did you learn about my people? Did the Saiyans disclose their intentions when they attacked you?"

Krillin shook his head, explaining the dire course of events in his original timeline. "No, the Saiyans didn't share this information. After your people's extermination, Planet Planet itself faced destruction at the hands of an evil monster named Frieza. Only four Saiyans survived the cataclysm, among them, Nappa—the one I defeated—and Prince Vegeta, along with two other sons of a low-class Saiyan warrior."

Pepino absorbed this grim account, transitioning from shock to anger and then to a profound sadness. The realization that not only were his people destined for annihilation but their entire planet as well weighed heavily upon him. "So, you hope to preserve the Saiyans in the hope that your friend, the one who spared Earth, will still be born and that history will follow a similar course?"

Krillin nodded, acknowledging the altered dynamics of this new timeline. "Yes, this is a new timeline, but the possibility remains. If they encounter the same group that provided them with technology, the events could unfold similarly. My objective is to avoid needless bloodshed and ensure the Saiyans find a new world. I can't resort to genocide like in my original timeline."

Pepino contemplated Krillin's resolve and the gravity of his mission. "In exchange for this help, you will remain on our planet, protecting us from the many dangers out there. I wish for my people to thrive in this timeline, for our planet to survive. We may lack physical strength, but our intellect and determination are formidable."

With the conversation settled, Krillin proceeded on his mission, drawing ever closer to the Saiyan stronghold. As he descended from the sky, he couldn't help but notice the primitive quality of the Saiyan dwellings. Their nomadic lifestyle was apparent, and their surprise at his swift arrival was evident. Unlike him, they lacked the ability to read ki levels or power levels.

Approaching the main building, Krillin encountered a fierce opponent, a short, dark-haired Saiyan woman who exuded confidence and fearlessness. Her attire included a peculiar leg warmer, which added an unusual touch to her appearance. As she lunged at him, Krillin analyzed her movements—slow, predictable, and unimpressive. Swiftly, he sidestepped her punch, dodging with ease. In one smooth motion, he spun around her and seized her, momentarily forgetting his surroundings.

However, an awkward realization struck him as he prepared to throw her. His grip inadvertently shifted to her posterior, causing a momentary embarrassment. Hastily, he adjusted his hold and hurled her aside. Unfortunately, the forceful throw resulted in the removal of her tail, rendering her unconscious.

Krillin's path to the main building continued, where he encountered the Saiyan king—King Vegeta himself. The resemblance was unmistakable, with the exception of a stylish goatee adorning the king's face. Vegeta exuded an air of arrogance and pride.

"You must be the one who bested my warriors," Vegeta remarked, his tone oozing disdain. "Do you think you can challenge me, or are you simply seeking your own demise?"

"I seek to avoid bloodshed and offer you a way out," Krillin replied, gazing directly at the Saiyan king. "I propose a solution that allows you to have your own world, separate from this one."

Vegeta dismissed Krillin's words with a scoff. "Words hold no weight. We Saiyans do not flee because it suits you. Do you even know who I am? I am King Vegeta, the most powerful Saiyan alive! Actions, not empty talk, matter."

Vegeta powered up, impressing those around him with his considerable strength, even though it paled in comparison to warriors like Goku and Vegeta. However, Krillin moved first, executing a well-placed elbow strike to Vegeta's stomach, mirroring Goku's attack on Recoome on Namek. The impact wasn't as forceful as Goku's, but it was sufficient to bring the Saiyan king to his knees.

"Enough action for you, Your Majesty?" Krillin taunted, a hint of sass in his voice. "I could eliminate all of you without breaking a sweat. But this offers you an alternative—a chance to depart. The spaceships have been programmed with a suitable planet for you."

With a gesture, Krillin summoned two capsules and released the spaceships. "Choose wisely. This doesn't have to end in needless conflict."

Vegeta seethed with anger as he stared at Krillin, but he wasn't foolish or suicidal. He would depart but harbored a burning desire to exact vengeance upon the diminutive warrior. "Fine, we will leave, but mark my words, we shall return. You, shorty, will be our

first target."

Krillin didn't waver, his resolve unwavering as he watched the Saiyans board the spaceships. One Saiyan among them caught his attention—an individual who bore a striking resemblance to Goku. Despite his evident displeasure at leaving his home, he, like the others, obeyed the king's orders. Beside him stood a woman, less battle-hardened in appearance, which led Krillin to speculate that she might be the mother of his best friend.

Yet, Krillin couldn't ignore the unconscious female Saiyan he'd left behind. She was a symbol of his actions, and he couldn't simply abandon her. He picked her up and carried her away, grappling with a sense of responsibility for her forced exile from her own people.

As the Saiyan spaceships departed, their threat temporarily averted, Krillin understood that the path he had chosen carried both responsibility and consequence. The fate of two civilizations now rested on his shoulders.