"Get out of my way!" Paragus shouted as he pushed his way out of the guards' grasp and ran into the throne room. Once he got in, Garlik told the guards to stop as Paragus got onto his knees and bowed to the king. "Forgive me for barging in. I…understand that you plan on sending Broly away. I'm told his pod will be destined for an outlined world?"

"That's correct." The king responded coldly.

"That's a fate meant for a lower-class warrior, not my son!" Paragus argued.

"On the contrary, what better way is there to prove that your son is a truly powerful warrior than by conquering an unclaimed planet on his own? After all, that's what Saiyans have always done. We subjugate valuable worlds and sell them to the highest bidder."

"But…his destination is the planetoid Vampa. It's an inhospitable world devoid of intelligent life. I don't see how we can make much of a profit on it." Paragus said. That got the king to sigh.

"The truth of the matter is that your son Broly's latent abilities are abnormally elevated. I'd go so far as to call him a freak. Some day, that power might end up driving him completely insane. When that time comes, he'll be a danger not only to the planet Vegeta, but to the entire universe. Be grateful that I'm exiling him to a faraway world and not simply ending his life."

"No… This isn't right!" Paragus yelled before it hit him. "You…! You're jealous! Because Broly's latent abilities surpass those of the prince's! That's why you're trying to exile my son!"

"Say another word, and I shall have your tongue, then kill the both of you." The king warned. "Besides, you're too late. I had the pod launch before you got here."

Paragus's eyes widened as King Vegeta's words him like a brick. His son was already gone. He wouldn't accept that. He couldn't accept it. Paragus didn't even dignify the King with a response as he ran out and lept out of the nearest window, flying to the ship docks as quickly as possible.

No one working at the docks questioned it when he landed. He was a colonel, after all. He was probably there for some kind of inspection or something. They quickly realized that wasn't the case when the colonel started stomping towards the nearest ship with the nastiest growl they had ever seen on his face. They knew something was wrong, so several of them tried to stop him, only to be pushed aside like they were nothing. Paragus just ignored them all. The only thing on his mind was saving his son. Broly was all he had now, and he was not going to lose him because of the King's fragile ego. He would have stolen a ship and flown all the way to Vampa if a certain voice didn't call out to him right before he got on the ship.

"Colonel Paragus. You're looking for your son, correct?"

Paragus was brought to a stop when he heard the question. Who could know that other than someone who worked directly under the King? And why was the voice so young? It was almost juvenile with how young this person sounded, which was only offset by the mature tone that this person spoke in. Paragus turned around to see who was speaking, only to be left a little speechless when he saw a child no more than three-four years old wearing a royal scientist uniform. The boy had silver in his hair and eyes, making him look quite different than the typical Saiyan, but the thing that caught Paragus's eyes wasn't that.

It was the look on the boy's face. The uninterested, uncaring, cold look that was far more mature than even Saiyan children. There was a knowing look in his eyes that was being kept hidden under a veil of mature focus and intelligence. But more than that, there was also something else. Something only just barely perceptible in his eyes. A pure loathing. A hatred so strong it rivaled that of Paragus's hate towards the king just moments prior. It might have even overshadowed his own hate. Paragus could tell that much just from looking at those narrow, silver eyes that stared right through him. Eyes that didn't see Paragus at all but whatever the boy wanted out of him. Eyes so focused on a goal they would watch everything burn just to achieve it. Paragus could tell, for he imagined that was the same look he had after speaking with the King.

This boy was far smarter than his appearance would give him credit for, and the boy knew that. The sheer confidence in his stance and voice showed that much. Despite being a small child, he seemed larger than even some Saiyan brutes.

"Who are you, and what do you know about my son?" Paragus questioned the child.

The Saiyan boy sighed as he motioned the other Saiyan workers to leave, which they did, albeit while confused as to what was happening. That got a raised eyebrow out of Paragus. Just who was this child who could have these Saiyan workers stand down? The boy then moved closer to Paragus before speaking in a softer, quieter voice.

"It's a really dumb idea to try to steal one of these ships. They haven't beaten you to the ground for trying it since you're a colonel, but most other Saiyans would have been beaten or killed on the spot for the treachery. And even if you managed to get in the air, they could have fired upon you or even tracked you down via the tracking systems used for all their ships. Of course, King Vegeta probably wouldn't have done anything to you since you'd be damning yourself to Vampa anyway, so I suppose there wouldn't be any point to it."

"And how do you know about that?" Paragus growled, not wanting to play any more games with the boy.

"Have some respect, old man." The boy hissed with a dark glare. "Is that any way to speak to your son's savior?"

"Savior?" Paragus repeated, all of his hostility fading as he registered that statement. "Do you mean-?"

"Broly is still on the planet, yes. About time you figured that out. Why else would I have stopped you from leaving?" The boy rolled his eyes as he spoke in a condescending tone. "Should have figured, really. After all, you are just a stupid monkey brute like the rest of them."

That got a small gasp out of Paragus. The boy just called him a monkey. King Cold and Lord Frieza use the same insult to describe the Saiyan race. Never had he ever seen another Saiyan use it to refer to other Saiyans.

"Watch your tongue, boy. Whether you're my son's savior or not won't save you from me if you call me that again." Paragus threatened.

"Oh, look. Another pointless threat from a mindless ape. Seems I touched a nerve." The boy shot back as he crossed his eyes and gave an even more condescending look. Paragus had half a mind to hit the child and put him in his place, but the boy just sighed before shaking his head. "But let's ignore your apparently genetically induced stupidity for a moment. We're here to speak about Broly, aren't we? Would you like to see him?"

"See him?"

"That's why I came here for you. It only makes sense for you to want to see your son after everything that's happened." The boy said before turning his back towards Paragus and walking away. "If you truly want to see him, then follow me."

The boy then started walking away, not waiting a single moment for Paragus. The colonel forced back a growl as he started following the child. He didn't have a choice. He had to follow the insufferable child if he wanted to see Broly. But whatever this child was planning, Paragus knew it involved both him and Broly. If not, the boy would not have saved Broly, nor would he have spoken to Paragus before he flew off the planet. Whatever that child was thinking, Paragus wouldn't let himself fall into his trap. He was going to see Broly and then take him off this planet. Then Paragus would train Broly into the strongest warrior. Then he'd get his revenge on King Vegeta.

Paragus is just like what I thought he'd be like. A dumb brute with only his personal goals on his mind. He might seem like he cares about his son, but I know the truth. That look in his eyes tells the story. He hates the King more than he loves his son. That'll mean terrible things for Broly. Paragus is probably thinking of ways to use Broly to get his revenge. An awful father from an awful race. Just as I assumed.

But that's fine. I don't care what he thinks or what he plans for Broly. I don't care for Paragus or Broly, nor does Paragus care about me. I saved his son, so he is in my debt, a debt which I'll have to remind Paragus of with a heavy hand. I will have what I want.

And so, I continued to lead Paragus to our destination. It didn't take long for us to reach it. Once we got there, I walked up to the door and started knocking loudly.

"Turles! I'm back!" I yelled. I waited for a few minutes before Turles opened the door with a wide grin.

"Wow. You weren't kidding when you said you'd be back soon."

"Of course. It was easy to bring back what I needed." I told him before gesturing back to Paragus, who watched the two of us with glaring eyes. "This is Colonel Paragus. He's Broly's dad."

"Really?" Turles asked before turning to the colonel. "It's nice to meet you, sir. It's an honor to meet such a high-ranking Saiyan!"

"Yes… Hello to you, too…" Paragus replied with empty pleasantries before turning back to me. "Now, where's Broly."

"Keep your panties on. You'll see him in a moment. Freaking Saiyans idiots, having no patience for anything other than slaughter." I muttered a growl with that last bit before leading Paragus inside. "Turles. It's fine if the 'good' colonel and his son stay here for a while, right?"

"Of course! It'd be an honor! Maybe I can learn a thing or two from Sir Paragus!" Turles gave me a wide smile before it turned into a frown. "Though, I'm not gonna be here for a while, so that will have to wait.."

"Hmm? Why's that?"

"I'm going on another mission. You probably don't know this, but Saiyans with high enough power levels get sent off to missions as early as five years old. I was just here resting from a really long mission that I was exhausted from."

"Is that so? What will this next mission of yours entail, then?"

"Oh, y'know. The usual. Another planet to conquer." Turles said before flashing me a wide grin that boarded on horrifying mania. "I can't wait. It's been so long since I've fought on a mission. The thrill of battle is something I can't get enough of. The blood flying everywhere, the sound of my heart in my ear, the rush from killing those pathetic weaklings. I love all of it. Maybe if I kill them all before the others being sent with me can, I'll be moved up to a mid-class warrior!"

I just stared at Turles after he got done speaking with a stone-like expression. I didn't show any emotions as I processed what he just said.

"...So you don't care if the people you're being sent to kill are weak?"

"Hmm? Why would I?"

"What happened to weaklings needing to look out for each other?"

"Eh? That's just Saiyans. Besides, even we weakling Saiyans are stronger than those from other planets. We're Saiyans, after all. We conquer and destroy planets and sell them to the highest bidder. There's nothing I would rather do." Turles stated proudly. I just stood there, blinking a few times before giving a slow nod.

"Right… Whatever you say." I told him. "When are you leaving?"

"I was actually getting ready to leave now. I was just waiting for you since you had that important favor you needed me to do." Turles said as he started leaving. "I'll see you when I get back. You better get stronger, Orion, 'cause I'm gonna be a lot stronger myself when I come back!"

"Right. Will do." I replied emptily as Turles left. I just stared at the door for a moment before looking at the ground while letting out a soft sigh. "So he's just like the other Saiyans, too, huh?"

"Hmm?" Paragus, who was watching the scene between the two of us, gave a confused hum when he caught what I muttered.

"Forget it." I quickly said.

I tended to forget about it since he seemed nice whenever we spoke, but Turles was still a Saiyan. He was cruel to a fault, just not to Saiyans. His cruelty was only given to other races he was sent to conquer. An almost professional kind of cruelty. He's different from other Saiyans, but only slightly in the fact that he has a sort of comradery with other low-class Saiyans and feels that they should bolster each other up to reach new heights since they were weak. Yet he gives no thought to the ones he kills or destroys. He is just like other Saiyans in all but his relationship with me.

I couldn't help but feel frustrated at that. A part of me wanted to abandon Turles and keep away after that hit me. Yet I wouldn't. Turles was still a benefit to me. Though I have not grown stronger from our bouts, he still taught me how to fight better. And while he has Saiyan cruelty, he is unnatural in the fact that he only shows it when he's on a mission, it seems. Other Saiyans seem to be spared from it, though I don't know why that is. A sense of loyalty or respect, perhaps? Whatever it is, Turles is still one of the only two people who I can trust, at least a little. I'll keep him around, but I'll toss him to the side the moment he starts becoming more like a true Saiyan. I don't need monkeys as friends.

"Let's go. Your son is in the guest room." I told Pargaus as I led him over to one of Turles's guest rooms. When I opened the door, Paragus peered in, seeing his son sleeping peacefully on the bed. There was one other thing he noticed, though.

"Where's Broly's tail?" Paragus asked with a hiss as he closed the door.

"Are you insane? Why in the world would I let him keep his tail?" I asked him with genuine shock. "You might be under the belief that King Vegeta tried to send your son away due to his ego being bruised by your son's superior strength. I believe the same thing; however, that doesn't mean what he said about Broly does not have merit."

"And what do you mean by that?" Paragus asked though it was clear it was more of a threat than a question.

"I work for the King in the science and engineering department, but I also work with the group that records children's power levels after their birth. Broly's power level is monstrous, and I don't just mean in terms of power. It's clear to anyone he can't control his power. At all. Saving him truly does risk the planet's safety. I won't deny that. I saw the kid's power myself, and it's freakish in nature. If we let him keep his tail and he transforms, everyone will die. That's just a fact. I've seen what normal Oozarus can do from the records and data I've found. I'm not about to discover what a mutated monster like Broly can do while in that form."

Paragus seemed to want to argue, but his fury soon died as a look of understanding, albeit reluctant, appeared on his face.

"Fine. I will give you that. If Broly is truly that strong but had no control, I most likely would have cut his tail off myself." Paragus admitted. "Now then, would you mind explaining why you saved my son? Clearly, you didn't do it out of the goodness of your heart."

"Of course not. I would never help a Saiyan for free." I nodded. "In truth, I mainly did it for self-satisfaction."

"Self-satisfaction?"

"I was there when the King saw Broly and ordered him to be banished to Vampa. Just thinking about what happened pisses me off." I growled as my fists tightened. "He stomped over the entire system the Saiyans had set up without a care, all because he was scared of Broly's power. Or perhaps it was even worse, considering it might have been out of spite for his strength overshadowing the prince's power. Whatever the case, he trampled on his own damn culture. The same culture that sent me out for my own weakness."

"You're an infiltration unit?"

"Yep, and I only just barely survived to tell the tale. So imagine how I felt when I saw this exceptional kid, risk or not, get the same treatment as a weakling like me. Words cannot describe the rage I felt. That's why I undermined King Vegeta's orders. But as I was saving your son, that's when a thought hit me." I began as a smile crept its way onto my lips. "I finally figured it out. I finally get it. I know how to fix everything! All the problems I've seen in this disgusting world!"

"And what exactly would that be?" Paragus asked as he crossed his arms.

"Your son. He's the key. You see, I'm a researcher. When I returned to the planet having technically completed my mission, the King was impressed with my intelligence and made me one of his scientists. I have since been ordered to improve our technology and weaponry, but I had difficulty figuring out exactly what I wanted. But your son showed me exactly what to do. I now know how to fight back!"

"Fight back against who? Frieza?"

"In a way, perhaps. Actually, you might have given me another idea to play with later." I chuckled. "But no, that's not completely right. But enough of that. In short, I have something I want to invent. Something I need to invent. But to do so, I need your son for my research. He won't be harmed, and he'll even be allowed to train. In fact, I encourage his training since it will help me get more data to use. All I ask in exchange is that you stay here on Planet Vegeta until I'm done."

"And why should I stay for your research project? I have no obligations to you."

"Don't you? I saved your son from an inhospitable wasteland where he might have died. I'm offering you a place to stay where you won't be found by the king or his men. I am offering to guarantee your safety while I work. Is that not enough for you?" I asked in a disappointed voice before putting on a twisted smile. "Well, if that's the case, I'll just take your son and have you thrown in front of the King himself so he can execute you. All I need is Broly. I just figured I would give you the professional courtesy of asking since he's your son. It wouldn't be fair for Broly to grow up fatherless just because you were an idiot, right?"

"So you're blackmailing me?"

"That would imply I didn't want the best for you and Broly. I am honestly giving you the best deal I can make in this situation. In fact, I'll even promise you that once I finish with my little project, I will personally help find a peaceful world for you and Broly to live on, far away from Saiyans and the Frieza Force. I don't care what happens after I finish my work."

Paragus raised another eyebrow at that. Now he was giving me a look that was full of emotions. Confusion, intrigue, distrust, and plenty of others.

"Why would you do any of this for us? Why are you even offering this deal? You said it yourself. You don't need me. You only need Broly. So why?"

"Why? Isn't it obvious?" I asked before pure, unrestraint rage flashed on my face. "I want the same thing you do. I want revenge! I hate Saiyans, every single one of them! I can't take it anymore! Nothing makes sense in this broken world! The weaklings get thrown out, and even those strong get thrown out if the king doesn't like them! We have no say in whether we live or die! We can't even prove ourselves due to others' own selfishness and pride! So I want them all to suffer for what's happened to me! I want them to see the faults in their 'might makes right' society. That their strength isn't everything! I want the King to look at me and tremble in terror once he sees what I have done! I'm going to make every single one of those monkey bastards pay for what they've done to weaklings like me! That's why I need power! That's why I need your son, who is overflowing with the damn stuff! So please, just work with me, and you'll see the King be utterly humiliated!"

Paragus just looked at me in complete shock once I got it all out. I was panting. I couldn't contain the sheer anger I held in my heart anymore. I was done with this. I was done with everything in this damn new life I was granted. Saiyans? Power? I don't give a damn about any of that! But these stupid monkeys keep ruining my life and dragging me into other's messes! I can't even live on this damn planet without suffering from abuse. Abuse that stemmed from my weakness and the Saiyans' culture.

I never asked for this. I never wanted this. I was supposed to be dead, but instead, I was brought back into this shitty world! So I was going to teach them a lesson. I'll show them what it means to really see strength. I'll use their own culture to beat them into submission and ruin their entire race. I'll make all of their pathetic, barbaric lives miserable once I'm done.

"...You won't injure Broly in any of these experiments of yours, will you?" Paragus suddenly asked as he gave me a new look with emotions that I couldn't quite place. He seemed conflicted in some way. "I swear if you end up killing Broly, I'll-!"

"Are you not listening!? Broly is the key to my work, so of course I need him alive! Besides, he is a child, not even two years old! I'm not like those idiot monkeys you know! Killing is distasteful! I refuse to kill, especially someone so young and innocent to all of this. Unlike those bastards out on this planet, this boy hasn't done anything to me yet. I promise I'll keep him as safe as I can. And you'll be here to keep me to my word, won't you?" I asked while offering a hesitant hand.

"...Fine." Paragus huffed as he shook my hand. "I'll let you do your work while I train Broly in secret. I plan to train him into the finest warrior anyone's ever seen. I hope that won't cause any issues with your research."

"That was exactly what I was hoping to hear, sir." I replied. "The stronger your son gets, the more effective and accurate my research becomes. I even know a remote place we can use for his training, so do whatever you like. I must ask, though. Do you plan to use your son to achieve your revenge against the king?"

"Perhaps, or maybe I'll let you handle it. I don't care how it's done. I just want to see the king squirm." Paragus admitted. "We'll see what happens."

"Yes. We'll certainly see." I nodded before letting go of his hand. "The deal has been made. I'll leave you to your son then. We'll get started as soon as you want. This work of mine will take many years, so I can be patient. Turles has agreed to let you stay here for the time being, so there's no need to rush. We're quite fortunate that only a few thousand Saiyans stay on Vegeta at a time because most of them are warriors. That'll help us keep your staying here a secret while I do my work."

"And what will you be doing until I'm ready to start training with Broly?"

"Preparing, my 'friend'." I responded as I started walking towards the exit. I stopped before opening the door to turn to the colonel to say one last thing. "Take heart, Paragus. You made the right decision. Together, we'll start something that no one will be able to stop. We'll create our own power."

With that, I left. With this, I have taken the first steps toward a better future for myself. I'll wait for as long as I need to. I'll work for as long as I need to. I will get what I want. I will build it with my own hands before taking everything away from these rotten people. They took everything away from me, so I'll destroy everything they have. I will make life for them so much worse than what it's been like for me so far.

I could feel goosebumps forming as I thought of that, and a devious smirk was stuck on my face as I kept walking. I honestly couldn't wait for that day. The day they see just how truly dangerous of an enemy they've made in me. Those stupid monkeys are too focused on conquering and overtaking Frieza and Cold. I suppose none of them would ever need to worry about a weak Saiyan child they've abused normally. They'll see. They'll regret everything they've done to me.

Those were the only thoughts I had as I arrived back home. Home. Do I really consider this place as such? No. Not truly. My home still lies with Earth. This place is nice, but only because of the presence of one person. Aside from that, it's as much of a prison to me as the rest of this planet.

With a sigh, I opened the door, only to be greeted with a strange sight that had me stop dead in my tracks.

"Orion! Wonderful timing! As you can see, your father just returned from his mission." Gine told me happily as I stared blankly at the man standing next to her.

Bardock. That was his name. He was my new biological father in this life. Just like Gine, he hadn't changed in appearance at all. He still had that ridiculous hair and that 'x' shaped scar on his cheek. He was wearing a fresh set of Saiyan armor and had no injuries, so I could assume he must have either not gotten hurt during this mission, or he went to the healing pods before coming home. He was also staring right at me with an expression that was just as blank as mine.

I couldn't tell what he was thinking, as I bet he couldn't tell what I was thinking. We were both staring at each other, trying to piece together what to say or do. For what felt like hours, neither of us moved or said anything as we kept giving each other emotionless stares.

But that's when I identified a single emotion that I felt when I stared at Bardock. Apathy. At that moment, I realized something. I really don't give a crap about this guy. He's not my father, just like how Gine isn't my mother. I only tolerate Gine due to her niceness towards me, though even that is strange to me since she's still a Saiyan, and I can't tell if the kindness is real or some Saiyan trick. Bardock, however, is a true Saiyan warrior. I remember things he said before I was shot to Monmaasu. Perhaps he isn't needlessly cruel, but he is still a Saiyan. Just like Turles. So really, why should I care that he's here? To me, he's just a stranger.

Upon realizing this, my face returned to its neutral expression as I turned to go to my room.

"Orion?" Gine asked, confused by my reaction.

"I'm going to sleep. I've got a busy schedule starting tomorrow." I told her as I walked off. "It might keep me away for extended periods, so don't worry if I don't show up sometimes." With that, I went to my room, leaving the two Saiyans alone in the living room.

"I'm sorry, Bardock. I don't know what's gotten into him. He was a little cold and distant when he came back to Vegeta, but I thought he was getting better. But now he's gone back to being cold, but it's worse now." Gine said.

"Don't worry about it, Gine. I didn't expect him to react well to seeing me." Bardock replied with a shrug. "Haven't been much of a father to him. Can't say I blame him. Never knew my folks either, so I didn't give them much thought either when I returned from my infiltration."

"Even so, I'm worried."

"I don't see why you should. He's a Saiyan. It's natural that he wouldn't be the kindest or most emotional person around. If anything, he seems focused on some kind of goal or mission. Best to leave him be for now."

"But he's still our child. It's the job of parents to look after and care for their child, even if we're Saiyans and have our own way of showing that. Even the King cares for his son."

"That's true. I guess I'm still not used to being a father. Not sure what I'm supposed to do or how I'm supposed to act." Bardock sighed. "If it'll make you feel better, I'll try talking to him later."

"Thank you, Bardock."

"It's nothing, really. Now, how's Raditz doing?"

"He's still in the pod, but he's strong enough not to be sent away."

"Good. Perhaps we can let him out soon, then."

"Maybe. I hope that he and Orion get along."

Bardock didn't say anything at that, but he didn't have a lot of hope that would be the case. He got a good look at Orion just then, and he saw something in those silver eyes that made him nervous. Orion was much more mature than others his age, and he seemed much smarter as well. He nearly kept his emotions hidden under that veil of apathy as he stared back at Bardock. But Bardock was more insightful than people gave him credit for. He wasn't a squad leader despite being born a low-class warrior for nothing. He saw something in his son, which led him to believe that Orion would stir up some trouble in the near future.

What else could happen when he looked at his son and saw eyes that hid a burning need for power and vengeance?