I've been recently reading a bunch of watchig the movies and the future Fanfiction that those stories are embedded into my brain at this point. It's always been something of a treat and seeing the reactions of the people who are in that very show or fictional work is great to go into, because it dives deep into the character as they watch themselves on screen with others also watching them.

Thus, I decided to work on and write a story whose premise doesn't get explored at all, or I have yet to see it. DBZ. The Saiyan race watches the future of the series. As much as I love the DBZ Abridged series, they are just a parody for laughs and humor, making light of each character. And it has already been done. Except the parody is exactly what it is. It can't touch the emotional depth that is the official series. The Abridged Series has already been done.

So I decided that as much as I want the Saiyans to watch the entire original DB, Z series, Super series, or even GT, that is a massive undertaking, even if I remove and cut out filler. Something I don't think I would ever do as much as I want to.

With the release of the Dragon Ball Super Broly Movie years prior, Dragon Ball Super Hero releasing trailers and coming closer to the release date, I decided that the Broly movie would be the great way to introduce the Saiyans to the future.

Through the empty black of his humble abode, he saw images. Images that flashed around him. Moving images that told stories like a video that played. He saw the little boy with a monkey tail pointing his red staff at the blue haired teen, circling her cautiously. The images moved once more, and they talked about the mythical starred wish orbs that could grant a person any wish. The images moved once more and he saw the same boy, much older; a teenager, now fighting a green skinned foe at the Tournament of fighters. Battered, bloody, and beaten, he pulled out a victory, eating a rejuvenating bean that healed the gaping hole in his shoulder, and the boy, now a teen, let out a cry of victory, hugging his friends and allies in happiness. The boy became a man, and his brother from space came, determined to bring him back to the fold of their heritage and race. He refused, the brother took his son as hostage, and the green man joined him, a temporary rival, fought, though at the cost of the man's life, his short bald headed friend telling him that everything was all right, that his son was safe, and that he would be brought back with the wish orbs. The son of the man looked up to the green man after a long and arduous training session to prepare for the aliens to arrive on their home for the wish orbs, chatting happily with the man, as if there was no bad blood between them, and the green man ignored him, though he was listening to the boy's words. The man, after training on a planet of heavy gravity, now faced one of his kin. Noble and arrogant, he told the man how their race valued and functioned. Low class peasants like him were sent out, while the higher class reigned over them. The man simply smirked in return, and retaliating with the effort of hard work and heavy training, any low class could surpass their superiors. They fought. Both desperate and driven to win, they pulled out many techniques, and the man was forced to his limit. But with the arrival of his son and bald headed friend, they managed to defeat him and sent him away. He would not understand it now, but the man would later discover his foe of royalty to be his greatest rival and ally.

He gave a swipe of his hand and the images changed to a lush sky, with grass and water on the planet. The two henchmen stood side by side of the Emperor of space. Sitting comfortably in his pod, he looked at the village of the green skinned race, demanding the wish orbs. The images changed to the boy who was now a man, his black eyes now teal blazing furiously, with hate and rage at the Emperor who killed his friend, who brought so much suffering, his son staring at him in fear and awe of the power. His aura flared golden wildly, and his hair the same tone. He demanded his son to hurry up and leave, before he turned his furious gaze on the Emperor, shock, realization, and fear now on his face.

They continued to move. A time traveling boy. The Emperor had somehow survived, but with the same awe inspiring golden energy, the boy swiftly dispatched him with minimal effort. He bought warnings of a threat in the form of two androids, stronger than the golden form they achieved. As easily he had dispatched the Emperor, the two were just far stronger. Dangerous. He spoke of his time how all of them died and he was the only survivor.

A green colored bio android birthed by a mad scientist now fighting the son of the man. Crackling electricity and their clash breaking the landscape around them in a furious explosion of combat. The boy ducked under and unleashed a punch to the android's jaw, he spat out blood and screamed profanities and promises of pain at the boy, the boy ignored him and kicked him away, sending him away at breathtaking speeds to a cliff, destroying it and trapping him under a pile of rubble.

A round pink monster the man now fought, his golden hair now longer as they clashed. The pink monster smashed a fist across his face, the man retaliating with a foot to the stomach. The pink monster now became thin. Both he and his rival fought the monster. The man shouted his rival to move away, hurling the mass of all living being's energy at the monster, the monster dying with cries of pain, disintegrated by the ball of energy. The man made a wish to the wish orbs, hoping that the pink monster would come back as a good guy in the shape of a young boy, the greatest foe he had ever fought.

Now, as he stared at after the man made the wish. The images diverged into two paths, he noticed. Somehow, someway, a divergence in time led to the images diverting into two.

Five years of training the boy, the man and the boy came out. A journey into space to find a set of different wish orbs. The homeworld of theirs was in danger once more. The granddaughter of the man pleaded for him to come back, to remember her, for he had turned into a monster of uncontrolled rage. The man had unlocked a new form, and sent the parasite responsible to the Sun, erasing him from existence. Their battles were not over. A portal to the dead was opened up. An android proclaiming that he was the ultimate form. Their final challenge, a group of Dark beings emerged from the wish orbs. The man and his rival fusing. The man saying his goodbyes to his family and friends. A thousand years later, a young boy, in the splitting image of the man, entered the tournament the man had once participated as was told. His rival, the same splitting image of the man's own rival too had joined, and both were eager to fight another. Unknown to them, the man was watching the fight, observing their techniques and movement, he spoke to no one, but was smiling all the same, reminiscing, what his old mentor had told him.

"Hey… Goku… that was some crazy adventure huh?"

The man nodded. He looked to his great great grandson. "Yeah, but it ain't our era anymore."

The final image from the first path was the man saying his goodbyes. He smiled.

He turned to the second image. A being of destruction came to the home of the man in search of a god among them after the fight with the pink monster. The man achieved the powers of a god. The old nemesis of the Emperor resurrected. A tournament held between their universe and another. The world was suddenly much larger than it seemingly once believed. Both had achieved a blue form that they further pushed the limits of. A dark being that took the man's form, promising extinction of every living being. The boy from another timeline returned, desperate for help.

After, another tournament held between all twelve universes. The Ruler of All watching over with his childlike glee of combat. The man fought a foe unlike any other, his foe driven by solitude and believing in his own gained strength. He also fought two of his own race; young girls with still untapped potential begging to be released.

The man's rival promises to a young boy of their race from another universe. He broke his limits and together they combated the foe. He knocked them aside like toys, their power still incomparable. The rival placed his trust in him. He broke his limits once more, mastering a technique of the gods thought to be extremely difficult.

This was all he watched, going back a few certain pieces to make sure he had the necessary information. It provided him not only entertainment but also how the King of the Multiverse, Zeno, could be quite oblivious. He was quite thankful his dimensional abode could hide him from ever being detected. Of course, the Grand Priest had ordered the erasure of all his kind and he barely escaped, making them believe he was nothing but ashes scattered across the universe, when in reality, he wasn't.

He studied another image. The man, known as Son Goku, gave a hand to the Cerelian, Granola, smiling. His rival, Vegeta, simply glanced at them. With the end of Gas, now he would still see the further adventures of Goku and his friends.

He swiped once more, the images changed, giving him certain key points. The granddaughter of the man at this time was still a young toddler. In the alternative timeline, she had been a young teen. Remnants of an old organization. The green man protecting her. Then nothing.

He frowned. Had they just gone up to the point of the fated confrontation with the Cerelian? If so, certainly a disappointment. He idly watched both Goku and Vegeta at this time. He was eager to see the adventures continue, more battles and more confrontations. New foes.

Then looked back to the time before, looking back to the time of an old Empire of the Saiyan race. He didn't need any designation of what era or time that the Saiyan race still populated planet Vegeta, he already knew.

Age 737.

Otherwise known as the Destruction of Planet Vegeta and or the Genocide of the Saiyans.

He had knowledge of the past, present, and future all in his fingertips. Age 737 was the starting point where all the future events had begun. Of course, the event was his favorite.

He was curious though, with all of it available to him at every expense, could he utilize such a technique that would allow the past to interact with the future? He looked at the current time.

Both the two Saiyans would still be busy training, but the future events of that time were uncertain, his powers only limited it seemed to certain key aspects he could not fully flesh out.

Then, realization hit him, it went over him like a wave, and he could not help but chuckle. With a gaping interest in events, how he could utterly change time itself; He could collide both present and past!

His chuckle turned to full laughter, nothing for anyone to hear but his own ears.

That was why Whis could not, and can not stop him in their Universe 7. Nor can the Grand Priest. They would not, with their own abidance to their laws! They would break their own laws attempting to stop him! If they did, how quite ironic! He saw the story over and over. Now he wanted to make his own. He would create a story of old and new characters, new events! He wanted it to be his own play! If a new story would not form, then he will just make his own!

With a sweep aside of his arms, all the images vanished. His arms channeled his innermost energies, circling around, wisps of it dancing at the tips of his fingers. This would be the start to his story! A thought about the current time but brushed it off. He'll just get Goku, Vegeta, and the rest later. He would have to deal with the characters of the past first.

"By time that flows through every level…" He circled his arms first around.

"Long since legends, never forgotten…" He just realized that Son Goku would be born around Age 734. That should be the time. He still laughed, over nearly forgetting it in his own excitement to make this timeline happen. If he went at Age 737, then it was the time where Frieza would make the choice to eradicate the Saiyan race. He couldn't have that.

"Bring me back to that past I now seek-!"

"Age 734!"

He had no issues with making dimensions, entering or exiting. After all, he managed to escape Whis with his dimension. With the dimension blocking out the Ki sense of even godly individuals like Destroyer Beerus and Whis, it would prove no trouble. And if memory serves him right, the God of Destruction would be still asleep, his attendant unable to leave him. Neither would sense his arrival with the planet of Beerus filled with godly ki and divine energy.

As the dimension opened up, he smiled at the sight. Constellations of stars and empty black that matched his dimension, as though he entered physically from a 3D plane. And beneath it all, the homeworld of a race of warriors and conquerors. Their fate would be irreversibly changed with what he was about to bring.

Planet Vegeta stood in view, small dots of pods and ships dotting the orb like shape.

Time to pay a visit to the king.

Again, after I set a few chapters up. The Saiyans will be watching Dragon Ball Super: Broly. After that, I am going to take requests for anybody who the Saiyans to react any scene from the original Dragon Ball, Z, Super, or GT. Keep in mind I cannot guarantee any request.