A/N I wish I owned this but sadly I don't

Man you guys are awesome! I only have two chapters and already have more than a hundred followers for this story! That is truly unexpected and really gratifying. It was because of that, and a small amount of writer's block that is making rewrite a chapter for the other story, that I have decided to upload this one first. Also, I got more reviews that I expected so I won't answer each one specifically but if there are issues that I feel need to be addressed then I will just put them below.

Ok, so there have been a few issues in here that I have to address. The first one is about anthropomorphic animals such as King Furry. Also included on this is the dinosaurs that Goku dealt with (and ate) and so forth. I am trying to find a way that I can meld the two worlds of Dragon Ball and Mass Effect so that I do justice to both and still find a way to make it somewhat realistic (at least as far as a mashup of the two universes here can be). I don't know if I can find a way to make humans in Mass Effect just not know about walking talking dogs and cats among their population. The thing is that in Dragon Ball Super there is much less, if nearly no focus at all, on the non-human citizens on Earth. So I think I may go with having those anthropomorphic beings as actual aliens that have been visiting Earth but not being citizens. I don't want to get rid of them completely but I am trying to decide which parts need to be changed in the AU to fit the story in my head. I realise that this may not make many people happy but the DB universe is huge and I am not going to be able to put everything in. I will do my best to make sure I don't ruin it but I just don't have time to put it all in. However, as DB humans have lasers and mechs, so will the humans here but it remains to be seen if that is a big part of the story.

According to data that I could find Old Namek was about 36.5 light years from Earth but New Namek is suggest at being in a different galaxy. Suffice it to say, the knowledge of different galaxies will be in here.

Space Patrol will exist. Jaco, maybe not.

On the level of Super Saiyans – when I had released the first chapter, SS White and SS Red were considered possibilities: SS White was suspected to be Gohan's highest transformation SS Red actually came from a released toy line in Japan that had a Goku with very red hair. So a fan theory put that as the next transformation. SS Black had not been mentioned or confirmed. I will be putting SS Black as a level in here at some point but until I go back and edit the early chapters things will stay as they are.

Who said that Oozaru wouldn't play a part in this story? I thought it would be a good inclusion later on. You'll see when I get there :D.

Anyways, on with the story!

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CHAPTER 3 – ARRIVAL

Desolas glared down at the offensive planet his dreadnought was moving towards at thruster pace. He had already been livid at the losses these aliens had inflicted on his people but now, he loathed them entirely.

After he had ordered his fleet to move forward and take up an orbital path over the planet, he thought things were finally going his way. Admiral Tyraenus had sent half if his frigates back to the Relay to prevent any news from leaving the system, while his dreadnought, cruisers and remaining frigates had joined the remaining forces of Desolas's fleet circling the garden world. That was when things stopped going according to plan.

The frigates that had been sent to destroy military assets came under fire from surface weaponry. Lasers, to be precise. They were like super powered versions of Guardian lasers that were fired from the surface at near light speeds, easily destroying any frigates that had moved into the atmosphere. Not true direct energy weapons, according to the sensor officer but near enough to amount to the same thing. He really hated these aliens. Blasted pyjacks.

By the time all surface to space defences had been destroyed, a further thirty-eight frigates and two cruisers who had been stupid enough to get too close were destroyed and left as burning husks on the planet's surface. More good turians dead in the mission of pacification and subjugation of the aliens.

The only good thing that he could think of as a result of this was that Tyraenus had seen the effectiveness of the enemy's weapons personally, which would go a long way to mitigating any repercussion that he was likely to face after so many losses to his armada.

The further bad news was that this was clearly not a home world, as he had assumed when he first made contact with the alien ships. The lack of cities and the concentration of the population had led his tactical officer to conclude that this was only a colony, and a rather small one at that.

That meant that there would be reinforcements.

Desolas wasn't sure that he would be able to successfully defeat any significant reinforcements. Considering how badly his fleet had been damaged by the meagre defence fleet that had been stationed here, if reinforcements came in any significant numbers then it was likely that every turian here would die. That meant that the only way to guarantee his people's survival was to win quickly. Now that the military bases were destroyed, he could send his ground troops in and, hopefully, ensure a quick capitulation of the locals. That would be the only way that he could reasonably prevent a slaughter. He wouldn't be surrendering. There hadn't been a general or admiral from the Hierarchy that had surrendered in the last thousand years; he would not be the first one to break that cycle!

"General, sir!" his communications officer called out. "Incoming transmission from Palaven. It's marked as Primarch Fedorian."

He twitched his mandibles slightly in trepidation. "I see," he said, forcing his voice to be calm. "Send it to my personal terminal."

He sent one last glare down at the planet visible in his view screen and stalked back to his chair. With the tap of a talon, the image of the Primarch shimmered into view.

"Arterius," Primarch Fedorian said, his tone gruff. Desolas would have been offended if he hadn't known that it was always like this. Fedorian never wasted time he didn't need to waste. "I got your reports. Update me."

Desolas spent the next few minutes explaining the situation to the head Primarch. He did his best to minimise his own losses without telling an outright lie.

"These aliens are an impressive threat," the Primarch mused. "At this time I cannot easily send more reinforcements, not if you are wanting to subjugate the aliens. The salarians probably already know that you received Tyraenus and his task force and will be asking questions. If you want to be able to call it a day and send the politicians in then we could have a new Council race by the end of the week, but that would put them out of Hierarchy hands. Can you complete this with the forces you have on hand?"

Desolas nodded confidently. "We have taken heavy losses so far but we have much of our ground forces intact on out dreadnoughts and cruisers. We should be able to ensure surrender of the local populous within the next forty-eight hours, according to General Ruios. Their technology, Primarch, is formidable, as is their knowledge of the prothean language. If we can secure that for the Hierarchy... " He left the statement unfinished.

Fedorian nodded. "Then you have permission to make the call," he said. "I will hold of the politicians for the next two days, three at the most. Don't fail, Arterius." The Primarch ended the call.

Desolas sat back in his chair, feeling a little weathered. He had basically been given enough rope to hang himself, he realised. If he succeeded then he would be lauded over for generations. If he failed, then he was going to be shamed until the end of time.

"Begin deploying ground troops," he ordered. "I want that world in our hands in the next thirty-six hours."

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Goku appeared on Dende's lookout. Mr Popo was standing on the platform as if he expected Goku's arrival. Knowing the mystical genie, it was a very real possibility that Mr Popo had actually known that he was going to be there.

"Goku!" the genie called cordially. "It's been a long time. How are you?"

"I'm great Mr Popo," he replied easily. "I have been busy training and Gohan has been spending the last few decades trying to educate me to a normal level in things that aren't fighting. It's frustrating but I think I am slowly getting there. Chi chi would have wanted me to learn." He said the last with only a hint of sadness. A hundred years had passed since his wife's death but he still missed her every now and again.

Mr Popo looked at him with a hint of sympathy. "Well, knowledge is never a bad thing to have," the genie replied. "And seeing as you are possibly going to live forever, then it is expected for you to know a lot more than just how to fight."

"I know," Goku grumbled, feeling like he was receiving another lecture from Gohan. "Hey, is Dende around?"

"Right here, Goku," Dende's soft voice called out as he emerged from behind a pillar.

"Hi Dende," Goku said, feeling happy to see the younger namekian. Dende had grown up and now looked like he was in the prime of his life. If only he had let Goku teach him more about combat. Dende was certainly strong enough to defend himself against any threat that didn't use ki energy but he was first and foremost a healer. "I need to talk to you. It's pretty urgent."

They spent the next few minutes talking as Goku relayed they message that Gohan and the military woman had told him, including the offer of a planet for the saiyans.

"Very interesting," Dende mused while Mr Popo looked stunned. "And what do you want us to do?"

"Actually, Vegeta said it would be a good idea for at least a couple of the dragon balls to stay here from now on so that no one tries to just take them when we get introduced to the galaxy," Goku replied, scratching the back of his head. "It's probably a good idea, seeing as they can't actually see the Watchtower thanks to Mr Popo's magic."

"That's a good idea," Dende mused. "We don't want to have someone end up coming along and being another Zamasu."

"That's what Gohan said," Goku exclaimed.

"Actually," Mr Popo interjected, "it may be better to get all of the dragon balls."

"Oh, why?" Goku asked.

"So that you can wish for the people who were killed by these aliens to be brought back to life," the genie explained. "Then, once they reactivate in a years' time, we can collect them to hold at the watchtower then."

"Hey that's a great idea!" Goku replied enthusiastically. "DO you still have that spare dragon radar here? I can get started on looking for them right now and should be back in no time!"

"I'll just go grab it," Dende said. "I will only take a few moments." He hurried off in search of the device.

Goku's stomach growled loudly, a reminder that he hadn't eaten since long before his latest bout with Gotenks. He gave an abashed smile. "Hey Mr Popo, you have any food while I am waiting? I'm a little hungry."

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Vegeta arrived back on New Namek and quickly ordered all of his leaders to join him in a meeting. It only took a few short minutes to join him. For courtesy's sake, he also invited Moori, the current Grand Elder of the namekians to join in. He might be the king of a proud warrior race, but his father had taught him to show his courtesies to a host. It was one of the few things that the man had taught him before he left planet Vegeta. Not that there were many visiting dignitaries to his planet. Mostly it was just that buffoon Frieza and his idiotic Ginyu Force.

The meeting was in the large public hall. There were three namekians including the Grand Elder, and sixty three saiyans, each of them super saiyans and leaders among the people. A few had even become SS2, though that was a rare feat, even these days. Most of them were just shadows of a true saiyan attitude but in his quietest moments Vegeta had to admit to himself that it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Too many of his people had been like Nappa; sadistic, enjoying the pain of those they fought and seeking to put anyone weaker than them under their boot, killing them out of spite. Vegeta had been that way himself until after the encounter with Frieza and his forces on Namek. Even after that battle, he had many urges to return to that way of life for a long time. The last time he had ever indulged in those urges had been when he had willingly become Majin Vegeta so that he could fight Kakarot.

Since that time he had managed to, as his eternal rival and friend would say, mellow out a great deal. He had his people back now and they needed a king to guide them on how to be saiyans that were capable of diplomacy and living a life that wasn't solely based on combat and domination. That was why he had agreed to limit the resurrection of the saiyans only to those who were more peaceful.

Peaceful saiyans or not though, he would be damned if his people didn't know how to defend themselves and became as soft as the humans. Thankfully, peaceful or not, his people were still saiyans. The call for strength sang in their blood and they were still more fierce than the average human, if only slightly. But now they understood that fighting was not the first preference, but they should never seek to dominate as Frieza had once dominated them. Peace first, but if war came then their enemies would rue their own existence for calling down the wrath of the saiyans upon themselves.

"King Vegeta," one of the more important leaders, a man named Umpki spoke up, breaking Vegeta's thoughts. Vegeta looked at him, recognising the man. He was strong, having managed to become an SS2 more than two years previously, which fit into his role as a baron. "Is Prince Trunks going to be joining us?"

Vegeta nodded. "I sent word for him to join us shortly after I arrived," he growled out a reply. "He was over at the nursery assisting with his latest great, great grandchild."

Just as he said this, Trunk winked into existence, having arrived by instant transmission. "Father," he said, nodding respectfully. Normally he wouldn't be so formal, Vegeta knew, but given that this was a meeting of all of the Saiyan leaders, barons and baronesses, as well as the namekians, certain formalities were to be observed. Vegeta nodded back, proud that his son had picked up on the situation so quickly.

"Take a seat, Trunks," he ordered. "I have news."

He spent the next ten minutes explaining the situation. By the time he was done, the entire collection of Saiyan leaders looked stunned.

The Grand Elder was the one to break the silence. "You have accepted." It wasn't a question.

Vegeta looked at the namekian and nodded. "We appreciate the help that you and your people have given us," he said in a typical neutral tone. "But the fact is that while we have made some improvements in our personal control, we are still a people that need a home. For the least century you have allowed us to live here, but this is your home, not ours. Besides, my people on Earth grow tired of hiding. It gets harder and harder to hide as our warriors grow stronger and more numerous. We can take this new world and cease the hiding. Earth and New Namek will be part of us. This just lets us become our own people again. Our pride demands we accept."

The Grand Elder nodded slowly. "Well, we shall assist as we are able. We don't have ships to offer you; we never needed them. But we can help with the move. And you will always be welcome back if necessary."

Vegeta nodded, feeling better about this decision. Things had not been easy when they first moved here. Peaceful or not, saiyans were not the sort of beings that socialised with other without some sort of fight, even the quieter ones. It had taken a few years before the younger generation stopped causing issues with the namekians. All the minor conflicts had been healed and now the saiyans owed more than he felt comfortable admitting out loud to the green skinned aliens.

"Very well. Trunks, Pan, and any other saiyan who knows Instant Transmission shall begin to take people to our new planet Mindoir to start establishing our towns. We shall be given a few ships from the humans that I shall bring here to take larger groups. No one shall say that their king was idle in our relocation. After I bring the first group in ships, the others shall follow with Trunks. He will be in charge of the saiyan migration, while I deal with the politics. Understood?"

A group of nodding heads greeted him.

"Good. Now get to it. There are nearly three million saiyans out there that need to be taken to their new home."

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Gohan focussed on the energy signature he was looking for, doing his best to locate it from so far away. Kori, Andur and Garlack were standing patiently, holding on to his shoulder as they waited for him to be able to lock on to the destination. Finally he found it; the flare of energy that signalled people in combat. He took a moment to verify that they were indeed human before he moved.

"Got it," he said. "Here we go." The three saiyan warriors gripped him tighter. They were still a little unfamiliar with Instant Transmission.

He released a blast of energy and the scenery around them changed from the desert they were training in for a forest.

A forest on fire.

An explosion in the distance drew their attention as they looked around to get their bearings. The looked up at a hum and saw a bird shaped spaceship flying high above them three more were making their way to a city that could be seen a short distance away. Gohan winced as their weapons opened up and destroyed a building. He could faintly hear screaming from the victims as dust and fire billowed up into the sky.

He looked at the saiyans he had brought with him. He knew exactly why Vegeta had told him to bring these three warriors. Despite them all being SS level, they were not the most powerful soldiers that he could have had with him but they had an advantage. All three of them were perfectly capable of using the Multi-Form technique.

"Garlack, Andur, head to the city and keep the civilians safe," Gohan ordered. "If the aliens have landed soldiers then take them out. Use Multi-Form to spread the work around. Kori, you and me have the sky. These aliens don't seem to care about bombing innocent civilians so I am not too fussed about destroying their ships. Let's go."

He took to the sky and fired a ki blast at a passing ship. It kind of looked a little like Videl's old hover copter, just without a visible rotor. It was lining up to start a strafing run on the city, aiming at what Gohan could see was a group of soldiers fighting against a group of weird looking aliens when the ki blast hit it and the vessel exploded in a shower of molten shrapnel.

Another smaller craft that he recognised as a fighter flashed past and began turning around to track him. Gohan let it turn around and as it straightened up and began to charge him he simply raised his hand and blew it out of the sky.

"Well that should have got their attention a little," he muttered to himself. An explosion behind him told him that Kori had taken out on of the fighter craft too.

"I think they might have noticed us," Kori called out to him in amusement. He pointed up high in the sky.

Gohan followed his finger and saw a large ship nearly two hundred meters long making its way towards them at a decent pace. It was nearly three times larger than Frieza's ship had been and looked like a bird on a dive. A flash of light came from the front and Gohan leaned to the side as he watched a metal slug about the size of his fist flash past at an incredible speed. He hadn't been ready for it and almost got clipped as it went past. The forest behind them lit up as the projectile hit the ground, leaving a large crater.

"Woah!" he yelped. "That was just like doing reflex training with Goten!" then he saw the destruction that the shot had done to the forest and he felt himself grow grim. If that was what they had been shooting at the city then there were going to be a lot of hurt and dead humans.

"Power up to super and stop any of those shots hitting the city," he instructed Kori. "If they start using too many of these ship then use multiform and stop as many as you can. I'm going to take out the ships."

Hearing an acknowledgement he went SS2 immediately and shot up higher in the atmosphere. Using his ki he boosted his vision and felt the serious of his situation deepen as he saw how many of the alien ships there really were. There were hundreds! Some were the same size as the one that he had set Kori on at two hundred meters. Some were nearly six or seven hundred meters long and there were three out there that he could see that were monsters. They must have been more than a kilometre long! He didn't fail to notice the shrapnel of ships that had already been destroyed and in a flicker of solar light he noticed a dead human body floating in the vacuum.

His anger started to flare up as he witness the destruction the aliens were willing to cause people who had done them no harm. It was almost like battling Frieza or Cell or any of the dozen other maniacs over the past two centuries. Why were so many people willing to kill for their own gain?

He flared his power even higher and charged a blast. With a yell he released it and sent it at a cluster of the middle sized ships. The blast soared straight through one ship as if it were made out of paper and detonated in a blinding flash. When the flare died down, it looked like six of the middle sized ships and four of the smaller ones had been destroyed. Another three of each had been damaged but were limping away from the planet.

Gohan glared at the larger ships and focussed his mind towards them. Maybe there was a way to stop this before anyone else got hurt.

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A/N a slightly shorter one I know but I wanted to get it out there so you didn't have to wait quite so long for the next one. Don't forget to Favourite/Follow and Review! See you next chapter.