A/N Standard Disclaimer

Hello again readers! I am glad that most people seem to be enjoying the story thus far. I was able to get this out earlier than I initially thought, though there may be a slight delay before the next chapter. This is mainly because I want to do it right. Again, not working to a schedule but I will try get it out soon-ish.

Also, big announcement in the Dragon Ball Super universe… Broly is coming back. That means that I will be working towards something in the future but it won't be for another couple of arcs if my current story progresses as it has been. Besides, it isn't until next year so I may just wait to see how the show goes before I look to include it. But plenty of story to go before then so no need to fret.

Next: one of the recurring comments I have been getting is that I have slowed down the fighters too much. I haven't done this on purpose, it was more of a thing about catching then disposing safely before catching the next one. This obviously takes more time than just deflecting or catching and throwing. However, the criticism has been received and I will endeavour to not make it look like struggling is an issue in future chapters.

Finally, in the timeline below, yes, I am aware that there are some big differences between the show and the story. This is mainly because I started the story before the show ended and was not sure what they had planned for it. Now, I am doing a couple things to bring it in line but it is still somewhat AU, as can be expected of a crossover story. Regardless, I hope you enjoy as you continue reading.

Comments:

Thank you to everyone that reviewed and commented on the last chapter. I would normally address most of you but I haven't been to bed yet and it is nearly 5.30 in the morning. But you all keep me motivated to continue this story. Thanks for your support.

On with the story!

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CHAPTER 11 – Preparations and a Timeline

"Each saiyan is born with this power and trained from infancy to control it and increase it to the point where they can destroy planets with ease."

Baktor stopped the recording and rewound it. He hit play again. "Each saiyan is born with this power and trained from infancy to control it and increase it to the point where they can destroy planets with ease." He rewound it again.

He had been watching this clip repeated over and over again for the last hour as he considered the ramifications of this speech. On another screen was the footage of the small ball of light that had shot out of the flying alien's hand and beyond the bounds of the Citadel. He watched it in slow motion from the standard news crew and he saw even more footage that had been taken from a Hegemony merchant vessel that was performing 'reconnaissance'. Really, it was spying on the different ships that were hanging around the Citadel space, specifically, the vessels of these new aliens, the humans. The hegemon, really Baktor's own father, wanted as much information on the new aliens as they could reasonably get. This had turned into an obsession once the Hegemony had been informed by the Citadel that they needed to remove a lot of their materials and outposts from the Attican Traverse as it was already territory claimed by these impudent new-comers.

Baktor knew that the batarian ambassador, an incredibly loyal man by the name of Jath'Amon, was fighting as best as he could to overturn the Citadel's position on the matter. Baktor also knew that that the likelihood of that happening was almost non-existent. Baktor had even taken a look at the contract regarding expansion himself when the issue had arisen. In clear and easily understandable language, it said that if there was any discovery that there were other civilisations in the explored areas then the permits were immediately cancelled pending reviewing new information. That didn't help the Hegemony who had spent millions of credits in slowly opening up new smaller relays and establishing outposts. They had gained a few nominal resources but nothing substantial enough to be able to make definitive claims on the territory they had gained.

"Each saiyan is born with this power and trained from infancy to control it and increase it to the point where they can destroy planets with ease."

Now these new aliens had shown themselves capable of cowing even the so-called might of the Citadel Council. Those blasted turians who had caused so many problems for the Hegemony, the asari with their snide sense of superiority and the salarians with their cold emotionless logic that denied batarian cultural heritage. All of them were like helpless babes before the power that these saiyans had shown.

Baktor didn't know much about it; he hadn't been there. Jath had been able to say that he could feel the power that was coming from the saiyan king. He had some doubts of his own that they were able to destroy planets but there was definitely a power there. Not to mention that the saiyan king had been able to fly. Unless there were some hidden technological tricks in those odd clothes of theirs, that was a talent that he had never heard of before.

That power was something that Baktor knew that the Hegemony needed. It was something that he, as the future hegemon, wanted. He could use that power to crush his enemies and end the dictatorship of the Citadel Council that held the might and glory of the Hegemony back by denying them their cultural heritage. It made all batarians social outcasts in Council society because the no good two-eyes couldn't see things with their blinkered view. The batarians are the natural heirs of the protheans! How could no one else see that?

"Each saiyan is born with this power and trained from infancy to control it and increase it to the point where they can destroy planets with ease."

Well, one thing that the batarians knew from experience is that power is not given, it is taken. And the batarians had both the patience and the experience in taking power. And no one wanted power more than Baktor did, not even his father. It was why Baktor's father had given his order as Hegemon to not do anything towards the saiyans at this time. The hegemon wanted to focus on the Leviathan of Dis and learning the technological secrets that could be gained from the gianr

"Each saiyan is born with this power and trained from infancy…"

Luckily, Baktor was more than patient enough to achieve his goals for power.

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2018CE/Age 780

Tournament of Power held. Universe 7 declared the winners. Use their wish to bring back the peaceful saiyans. Saiyan population jumps from seven (including all half-saiyans such as Bulla), to just over two million. Wish declared to just be unselfish enough to not warrant the erasure of Universe 7.

2028CE/Age 790

Whis informs the saiyans about his discovery that those who have achieved SS God level no longer age as they normally do. Access to god-ki has given them the increased lifespan of the Kais.

2107CE/Age 869

Second Tournament of Power held. Universe 7 wins by less than a second when a double-out from Vegeta and Jiren is the deciding battle. Vegeta's ego grew three sizes this day. Casually forgets that Goku helped by dragging Jiren down through judicious use of Ultra Instinct. Vegeta uses wish to secretly restore the remaining Universes that had not been resurrected after the last Tournament. Refuses to say anything about it to anyone, in case it ruins his reputation as God of Destruction in training. Also thinks he can use it to throw everyone off guard for the next Tournament of Power, thus giving him the advantage.

2157CE/Age 919

First Contact War. Turian Hierarchy Fleet under the order of General Arterius orders the invasion of Shanxi. Ground forces meet stiff opposition and suffer high casualties while pushing back the local defenders. Unknown laser-based weapons give the local humans an advantage but the lack of heavy armoured vehicles prevents their defence being able to stop the turian advance.

Arrival of the saiyans on Shanxi, led by Gohan. Turian invasion defeated within minutes, most of which was Gohan trying to convince General Arterius to stop. Turian fleet is destroyed. Turian ground forces surrender. Surviving turians number slightly more than eight thousand.

Ambassador Irissa arrives at Shanxi to begin peaceful negotiations. Future appointment at the Citadel for formal negotiations is made.

2158/Age 920

Human and saiyan delegation arrives at the Citadel. Negotiations soured by belligerent turian councillor and prideful King Vegeta, culminating in the refusal of King Vegeta to have any official agreement with the Citadel.

Non-aggression pact signed between the Human Systems Alliance and the Citadel. Diplomatic outpost, but definitely not an embassy, granted to the Alliance away from the Presidium. Gohan chosen to be the ambassador for the saiyan people to the Alliance outpost. Anita Goyle chosen to be the ambassador for the Alliance. Both are only recognised as 'delegates' by the Citadel.

The responses to the humans and saiyans are mixed. The hanar rejoice at the complete language translation of the protheans, claiming the humans and saiyans to be 'ordained to have brought the word in its purest form'. Salarians believe that segregation from a threat should be the highest priority, led by several lesser dalatrasses. High Dalatrass Amulen disagrees but still privately seeks out a genophage option against the recommendations of the salarian councillor. No headway is made. The asari seek for the inclusion of the humans and saiyans into the Citadel community, led by Councillor Tevos. Asari-human relations flourish. Saiyans don't care either way.

The turian people hold large protests among the population, with many of the people and military leaders calling for retribution for the deaths of the 'gallant turian protectors' who lost their lives at Shanxi. Councillor Sparatus does not openly condemn the protestors but he does not support them either, in public or in private. Primarch Fedorian openly refuses to go to war, as do the majority of the Primarch Council. Ultimately, the decision is made to ignore the saiyans as much as possible.

The saiyans finish their relocation to Mindoir

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"Alright, this is the last one!" Goten called out to his nephew, Gotel as the last load of cargo was taken to the spaceship. It was a pretty large ship, at least, larger than Goten had ever gone on. The humans called it a 'frigate', whatever that meant. Apparently, they had much larger ships. This one was about two hundred metres long. One of the crewmen that had delivered it said that they had something called a dreadnought that was more than a kilometre long. Goten wasn't sure what to make of that. Sure, Gohan had said that the aliens had some pretty big ships and the space station they lived on was even larger but Goten hadn't really been bothered by that. He hadn't really lived on earth much over the last fifty years. He had spent more time travelling back to New Namek and helping out with setting up the facilities that Bulla and Vanna had organised to help take the strain of having more than two million saiyans, all with the corresponding saiyan appetite, thrown in an instant onto their new home. He saiyans themselves, although not overly technologically savvy, were still ahead of humans in some areas and all were diligent workers. There was no such thing as a slacker in saiyan society. Especially when Vegeta was king.

"About time," Gotel groaned. "That makes it nearly forty trips back and forward with this thing. Not that it is draining my energy, it just feels like it is taking forever!"

"You're a super saiyan god, Gotel," Goten reminded him. "Even if it took forever, you would still likely be around for it."

Gotel grumbled as he went inside the ship, closing the door behind him. Goten couldn't help sighing. Even though he was at SSG level, his nephew was still pretty young. He was the newest and maybe the last of the SSG. They hadn't made a new one in a hundred years and neither dad nor Vegeta were inclined to do make another one. Goku because he didn't really see a need now that most of the dangers they had faced were no longer there and Vegeta because he claimed that none of the other saiyans had earned it since Gotel or Trunk's son, Vegeta Jr. Vegeta's great-great grandson Vanna probably could have qualified but he had chosen the path of inventor and genius instead of a warrior and had declined to earn immortality. Goten could kind of understand that. Having lived for more than a hundred and fifty years and looking at eternity in the face, there were nights when Goten wondered what it would have been like to make the choice to move on instead of living forever.

He felt a familiar presence approaching and turned to see the Grand Elder walking towards him, leaning on his staff. "You are ready for your final departure," he stated, not asking a question.

Goten nodded. "Everyone is on board the ship and the last of the supplies have been secured," he confirmed. "I know that Vegeta already thanks you for what you have done for us, but I want you to know that our people will be forever grateful for what the namekians have done. Without you, our people would not have been able to survive."

The Grand Elder smiled softly. "It has been our most sincere pleasure," he said, bowing ever so slightly. "I know that this has not always been easy for everyone but I know that we are better for it. Your people will always be welcome to New Namek."

Goten nodded. "Farewell." With that he and Gotel both put their hands on the spaceship. Then Goten put two fingers on his forehead and, with a small burst of energy, vanished.

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2160CE/Age 922

All turian prisoners of war are returned to Citadel space from Shanxi. The survivors immediately shout down all those who are crying out for war. Many of them are quietly begun worshipping the saiyans due to suspicion that they are actually vengeful spirits. All of them fear the wrath of the saiyans if they or the humans were to be attacked. Protests stop within a month of their return and calls for war cease.

First visit of Beerus and Whis to Mindoir. They brought a guest.

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Goku perked up as he felt a familiar presence. Vegeta, standing right next to him, stiffened. A flash of light later and Whis and Beerus appeared before them. Instantly, all saiyans in the area, save Goku and Vegeta, knelt down and prostrated themselves before the God of Destruction.

"Hey Whis! Hey Lord Beerus!" Goku called out cheerfully. "Great to see you here! How've you been?"

"Why hello Goku," Whis answered cheerfully. "It's good to see you again."

"I know!" he replied. "It's been at least a decade. You don't even show up when I go to the Void Zone anymore. Only Supreme Kai does."

"Well it is nice to know that I have been missed."

Vegeta stepped forward and bowed respectfully. He no longer even glared at Goku anymore for being what he called 'too friendly' with Whis and Beerus. Goku figured Vegeta knew that it was a pointless exercise by now. He was going to treat them the way that it felt natural to him and that was just how he was.

"Lord Beerus, Whis," he intoned. "Welcome to our new home, Mindoir."

"Yes, yes," Beerus said, waving a hand dismissively. "You're flattered by our divine presences. Now, it has taken ages for us get here and I'm hungry. What have you got for my lunch?"

"Of course," Vegeta nodded, still respectful. While he would be able to kill the God of Destruction now on his own, it paid to be friendly with him. After all, the being could still destroy the planet if he felt offended. "We have actually hired one of Earth's premiere chefs to be the official chef for the royal family once the palace is built and I have had him here working on a few dishes in preparation for your arrival. In fact, there is a dessert that you haven't tried yet called trifle that I think will hit that sweet tooth of yours."

"Oooh, sounds good," Beerus drooled. "I look forward to this dish named after an inconsequential matter. I would hate to have to destroy the planet so soon after you moved here so you had better hope it tastes good."

"Certainly, my lord," Vegeta said, turning to lead the way to the royal pavilion where the chef was whipping up a meal.

"Oh, by the way Goku," Whis cut in as they started to walk towards behind the saiyan king, "someone else wanted to come here to see you. Champa even gave them permission to jump across to come with us."

"Oh?" Goku stopped, trying to think you could have come along. "Who?"

A pulse of energy answered that for him. For those who hadn't been looking out for the burst of arriving instant transmission they were notified by the call: "SON GOKU!"

A blue blur flashed at him faster than the eye could see and only his experience with Ultra Instinct saved him from being thrown through the closest buildings. He moved his head to the side a few inches and a familiar fist flashed past his head. He retaliated with a jab of his own that connected with a solar plexus and the assailant collapsed, gasping for breath. He looked down with a smile.

"Hey Caulifla! Where's Kale?"

The female saiyan from Universe 6 grinned up at him. She had been made the first SSG in Universe 6 more than a hundred years earlier. Goku caught up with her for a spar every time that he and Vegeta would visit Sadala in Universe 6 where Cabba, also an SSG, still considered Vegeta his mentor. "Hey old man! Great to see you too!" With a natural grace, she flipped herself back to her feet, standing right next to Goku. "Kale's back on Sadala."

"Old man?" Goku asked indignantly. Sur he may be immortal but still, he had his pride. "You're not much younger than me now, old lady!"

"Oh Goku," she grinned back at him, "don't you know that you should never insult a woman about her age."

Goku felt a little flat footed. He hadn't been with a woman since Chi Chi died and she hadn't really cared all that much. Then again, Bulma had been extremely sensitive about getting older. It had led her to slapping Beerus and nearly getting Earth destroyed. "Uh… right. Sorry."

"Hmmm, no, I don't think I will accept your apology yet," she said, her face turning mock innocent. "But I am pretty sure that there is something that you can do to make it up to me."

Goku couldn't help feeling a little nervous. Somehow, he didn't think that he was ready for the answer to the question he knew he had to ask. "And what's that?"

Caulifla grinned wider. "Give me a baby."

"WHAT!?"

"Yeah," the brawler exclaimed, throwing herself onto him and clinging to his arm with her incredible strength. "We are saiyans. We are driven by the need to be stronger and we feel the overwhelming desire to have strong children so that our lines will live on and we can prove our superiority to all generations. You are the strongest saiyan in your universe and I am the strongest in mine! Just imagine how strong our children will be!"

"But shouldn't you look for someone in your own universe to have kids with you?" Goku protested earnestly, fighting hard to get rid of the woman attached to his arm. "What about…"

"Don't even think of asking if Cabba is someone I would consider worthy to sire my children!" she barked. "I have looked at all the saiyans in my universe and none of them were worthy of me. Only you! So now you need to give me a child! Besides, Kale has already laid her claim on Cabba."

With an almighty wrench, Goku managed to free his arm from Caulifla's clutches and started running away in a panic. "No, we really need to talk about this before we make a decision…"

"Son Goku, get back here!" she chased him off into the distance. "There is nowhere you can go that I can't find you now that I am here! Get back here you coward and sire my child!"

If he had been able to hear Whis, Goku might have heard Whis' amused laugh following him into the horizon.

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2165CE/Age 927

King Vegeta makes a secret deal with the Alliance to start training a limited number of humans in the ways of ki on Mindoir in honour of Krillin. Master Roshi is almost drafted to train. Several complaints are made against him for his perverted nature. Training is headed up by Vegeta Jr instead. Gotel assists him.

After vigorous testing is done on Earth to find suitable candidates, John and Jane Shepard are sent to Mindoir for training.

After several years of quiet investigation by the STG, the reapers are dismissed as a non-threat by the Citadel. Unknown to the rest of the Council, Tevos meets with the priestesses in Athame's Temple on Thessia to make inquiries into the matter with the beacon hidden there. The prothean AI Vendetta never appears to her and she is unable to gain further information other than vague references to a machine race. She doesn't disclose this to the other councillors, both because it is too vague and to protect the secrecy regarding the Thessian beacon.

2168CE/Age 930

As a favour to General Williams after appealing to Gohan at the Alliance outpost on the Citadel, Ashley Williams is sent to Mindoir for training despite her low test results.

Batarian hegemon Boklor dies under suspicious circumstances. New hegemon, Baktor, makes a public display of mourning. Secretly begins increasing number of batarian sponsored pirates.

2169CE/Age 931

STG reports shows a build-up of pirates in the Skyllian Verge. Though there are no known active relays in the area.

2170CE/Age 932

All pirates in the Skyllian Verge consolidate their forces at Torfan, a world officially listed as unclaimed but widely acknowledged as a batarian outpost.

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Baktor looked at the images one last time, smiling in a manner that could only be described as deeply self-satisfying. The hundreds of space ships that were assembled over Torfan were moments away from launching their attack, waiting only for his word. His word as the hegemon.

He didn't regret having to kill his father to get the position. It was only a matter of time, after all, and besides, the batarian people deserved a stronger leader than his father had been. Now, between this planned raid and the secrets coming out of the Leviathan of Dis and with Baktor guiding the Hegemony, the batarian people were on the precipice of a new level of greatness. Baktor could practically taste it.

With a feeling of the momentous occasion, Baktor pressed a button on his desk. "All ships," he breathed out, "begin."

A moment was all it took and the hundreds of warships all began their transition to FTL. It was such a little thing, pressing the button. It hardly felt like it was enough for such an event, one that would lead to the supremacy of the batarian people.

"Each saiyan is born with this power and trained from infancy…"

The batarians would rise to the ultimate power. He was certain of it.

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