Monaito sighed as he ran a hand through his mottled green skin, glancing up at the stars above. There was nothing much to do, nothing other than to get by day by day. His joints ached with the telltale limits of age, and he leaned heavily on his wooden cane far more often.

Granolah slept peacefully in his room, exhausted by the day's events and playing. His eyes were shut as he drooled slightly in his sleep, a content and satisfied expression on his face. The aged Namekian smiled at the thought of the young Cerelian.

He knew if the Great Elder was here, he would inform him to get some sleep, but Monaito was a stubborn old fool. He wasn't a warrior type Namekian, but he remembered his brothers calling him "hard headed" and "stubborn", fitting those of their kind. He chuckled. Oh, if those youngins of their home on Namek were watching him now!

Monaito watched from his home on Planet Cereal. He knew what his brothers and forefathers would say. He would need some rest. Best to sleep now.

Glancing aside from the top of the table, he looked outside of his home for a last glance before he began to turn in for the night.

From amidst the multiple stars on Cereal, Monaito watched as one flickered, growing brighter among many of the small outlines that dotted the dark expanse. A throaty chuckle escaped his lips, remembering and recalling the tales his brothers used to tell him of a wish upon a shooting star, their own fathers then overhearing and then scolding them and reminding them that the Grand and Great Elder made the Dragon Balls that were only taught to a select few.

Monaito blinked as he saw it flash once, then twice, and then again. A brow rose in curiosity. He did not believe stars were supposed to do that… His eyes widened as he saw it was not a star…

No.

It was an object, a craft, flying out of the skies above. His eyes narrowed as the object came hurtling through the planet's atmosphere faster and faster. He immediately recognized what it was as soon as it came into his peripherals. His heart began to pound rapidly in his chest, his breathing became far more erratic and panic began to settle in, recalling the clear view screen and tinted orbs, their clear surface rusted with decades of their owners traveling.

But it couldn't be!

Monaito gripped his cane tightly, creaking the wooden stick as sweat began to break out of his pores. He didn't want to believe it. All he could hear was the labored sound of his breathing rapid and shaky, uncontrolled as he could not focus his breath. All he could hone his gaze on was the very pod that came hurtling out of the skies.

His mind ran rampant with thoughts, none of them even a positive or even a favorable outcome. There was nothing he could do… Maybe if he could plead with the Saiyan to spare a few of them… No. They proved to be a violent and bloodthirsty race. Even that Saiyan he remembered, Bardock… He was certain that very Saiyan had only spared him and Granolah for a reason. And his mother…

He stared solemnly in the direction of the orphaned boy's room.

Hesitantly, he pondered his options. Many weighed on his mind, but only a few were certain. He glanced at the Dragon Balls he had created, both sitting atop of the podium, and decided. There was no other choice. For the safety of himself, and more importantly, the Sugarian people and the last of the Cerelians, he prayed to his forefather and kind that they would understand his decision.

Slipping them into his pouch, he prayed, could only pray, that the Saiyan perhaps even had a token of mercy in their soul. If his life also had to be taken to save the boy he saw as a son, Granolah, and the rest of the Sugarians, then he would give his life immediately without hesitation, and that Granolah, the young child who was the last of his kind, would not fill his heart and seek retribution for him or his kind.

Grabbing his cane once more and hobbling on it, he rested his hand on the door of Granolah, hearing the boy's peaceful snores. He gently stuck the written note down on the front of his room, then turned, ready to face the evil alone.

Exiting his home and into the cold brisk air of Cereal, Monaito continued his trek to where the direction of the pod he was certain would crash. He wasn't even certain to be even proud that it wasn't near the Sugarians, or the fact that it lay in the proximity of his home, where he and Granolah lived. It didn't matter. Whatever the Saiyan wanted, he would give it to them or even negotiate a compromise that he was certain would never happen. It was the rumored saying across a few who managed to encounter a Saiyan and lived to tell the tale: The Saiyans took, they did not give.

Monaito continued to precariously hobble along, using his ki to drift across more quickly. His eyes narrowed as he located the crash site of the pod, the pod deepened in its crash into the soil and earth of Cereal. Immediately, he dampened his ki, making sure that the Saiyan could not immediately detect him or pick him out of his hiding spot with their scouter.

The pod opened with a hiss, and Monaito held his breath, cautious and weary. For a moment, there was no one, then a wailing cry escaped from the pod, and Monaito immediately recognized it was a baby. An infiltration baby?!

Before his thoughts could be confirmed, a female voice came accompanying it after the cry, hushing the baby, her voice full of concern and care. "Kakarot! It's okay! It's okay!" The cry almost immediately fell into a whimper as he watched a young female Saiyan exit the pod as she cradled the Saiyan baby in her arms. "B-bardock! Are you even sure about this?! Let's think for a moment! You and Leek and the rest of the squad… We can't! We'll put them in danger as well! You and them… you killed them… And what about Raditz?! " She tearfully shook her head, remorseful and bitter.

"Gine! He's our last hope against that bastard! Besides… I know sure as hell that he doesn't owe me shit; I saved that brat and him because I just felt like it! But he's our only chance… If I can just convince him to hand them over to allow us to use them even if he never wants to see my ugly mug again. Raditz… he'll be fine. The King ordered me to send him to his younger brat, Tarble, so both should be safe." The very same Saiyan… the one that defended them against the Heeters. Monaito could not believe it, and his voice slipped out from his trancelike status and state into shock and disbelief, recognizing the voice even before the owner exited the pod last.

"Bardock?!"

Immediately, the very same Saiyan's eyes whipped up to him, hearing the voice of the Namek he had once been assigned to kill, along with the last of the Cerelian.

"Monaito!" Recognition flittered on his battle hardened and cold face, then he narrowed his eyes. It was deadly and dangerous but Monaito knew it wasn't directed at him. Whatever it was however, he knew it was far more crucial.

"What… What are you doing here?! I don't understand! Why are you here now? How… Who…" He glanced down incomprehensibly at the Saiyan baby in the female Saiyan's arms, who hugged him protectively to her breast, then to her, and then up to Bardock.

"Monaito! I need to ask for a favor… now."

Monaito remained silent, contemplating. Both Bardock and Gine looked expectantly at him after their explanation, their eyes weary, exhausted, yet hungry for any form of assistance, even if it was just miniscule. They remained quiet, yet hid the desperation well on their faces, holding the mug in their grasp. Their son, Kakarot, slept in the same room as Granolah, the Cerealian thankfully still sleeping peacefully, unaware of the new guests that had wiped a majority of his kin out.

"I sure as hell won't promise those Dragon Balls of yours will be returned back to you after the war with Frieza is over." Bardock spoke in the same cold tone, only stating facts, blunt and harsh yet realistic. "Hell if I know if our race will even win against Frieza, or even if we do, that once they hear of your race's Dragon Balls that they'll hand it back to you. If you don't want us to use them or give them to us, fine. We'll just take our chance and leave. Don't worry about the pod we arrived in. Frieza's army nor ours will hear us, so that Cerelian brat, you, and the rest of the Sugarians will never be found."

It was now the Saiyans, who spent a majority of their lives fighting in bloodshed and battles, now reduced to sacrificing their pride and now begging for help across multiple races, to band together and fight against a foe that far eclipsed and surpassed them, against a greater evil than even they. They were no longer threatening or even killing, they were now reduced to begging and pleading, just as many of their endless victims had been.

Monaito closed and shut his eyes, wondering how his life ever amounted to this. All he wanted was to live a simple life and pass peacefully.

By all means he should refuse to give Bardock his Dragon Balls or any form of assistance. Even Bardock himself knew that, and they were not necessarily friends or allies. His own kind had still wiped out the Cerelians with no hope of resurrection, not that he even could revive them with the Dragon Balls because Monaito was certain that the entire race would seek revenge regardless. Why would they not after their entire race been purged and those responsible for their destruction out still claiming planets as if it was just another day? And had they still been alive and breathing, why would they lend assistance to those who destroyed them?

Yet there was the factor that Frieza remained. Frieza was the greater of the two evils, no doubt about it. If the Saiyans themselves, renowned for their battle aptitude and bloodthirst, were asking for assistance against their employers, then it was truly a precarious and life threatening situation, regardless of what one might say. The Saiyans were monsters, savage and cruel, but they were anything but liars and deceivers. They have always held true to their nature, even in their final hours when some did manage to fall in battle, they were unrepentant.

It was why Monaito was at an impasse. On one hand, he did desire a greater evil to vanquish, but on the other, he didn't owe Bardock or his kind any form of payment or assistance with how even the former readily admitted he only assisted them out of his own free desire and not from a valid concern of morality. It left Monaito torn between the two paths on which to take. If he assisted the Saiyans, who was to say that if Bardock was questioned on the usage of the Dragon Balls by his superiors in his Army or even the Saiyan King, that Bardock would have no choice but to directly inform them of his whereabouts and thus put the rest of the Sugarians and them into extinction? Yet the end of tyranny and greater source of evil and despair would bring about a greater level of effect in that tyrant would be truly gone.

Monaito, after a long and internal debate clashing in him, finally opened his mouth to speak…

Granolah was so lost, so confused, and he did not understand. The moment he was awakened from a dream he could not recall, he yawned, blinking bleary. Turning to his side, his eyes began to shut once more, until he noticed something from the corner of his eyes as they began to shut once more and he began to drift off to slumber. Then his eyes widened.

A baby? Granolah looked over at the sleeping black messy haired child he did not recognize, wasn't part of the family that he and Monaito was; it was and had always been the both of them, and he yelped instinctively as his back hit the wall of his bed at the appearance of a stranger, even if it was a baby. Both noises were enough to prompt the baby to wake up crying, and Granolah was scared and unsure of how to react.

The sound was directly enough to bring the door to his room barging open, revealing Monaito and with two figures he did not recognize. A man and a woman. His eyes fell down to their tails… He heard about them from Monaito… Sayan? He wasn't entirely sure that he was pronouncing it correctly either.

Just what was going on? Who was this baby and those two strangers?

"Mon-Monaito? What's-what's going on?! Who are they? Who are those two and who's that with them?!" The young Cerelian couldn't help but point at both Saiyans.

"Granolah… listen to me… I want you to listen very carefully."

"Monaito! I don't understand! Who are they?! Aren't they… Saiyans?! Why are they here, I don't understand!"

"Granolah… please…" Monaito hobbled on his cane once more attempting to balance himself while simultaneously addressing his young charge.

"Why are they here?! Aren't they here to destroy us?! Why would you let them in?!" Granolah scrambled backwards, pointing up his fingers together as if ready to snipe them. Both Saiyans instinctively stepped in front as if ready to defend their baby, but Granolah was lost in his own moment of self preservation and his fingers were already charging with ki.

That was, until his own father figure and mentor, Monaito, stepped in front of them. The young Cerelian immediately stopped charging a blast and stared, bewildered and clearly upset, at why his adoptive father figure was defending them.

"Monaito! What are you doing?! Step aside! They're… they're Saiyans! Why are they here?!"

"Granolah! Stop and listen to me!" Monaito shouted, making the last survivor of his race flinch. Monaito never shouted at him. He never raised his voice. It meant that Monaito was serious.

Monaito did not want to raise his voice at the boy but he had no choice. The situation presented to him forced him to be quick and act accordingly. He wished there were more time to explain but for the sake of both him and Bardock's own child, Kakarot, he had little choice but to summarize it quickly and hope the boy understood his decision, even if he hated or resented him.

"Granolah, listen to me very carefully." The Namekian turned to Bardock and Gine. "Bardock?"

"Yeah, we're ready. Let's go then." Bardock pulled Gine close to him alongside Kakarot, and they made their way out of the home. Granolah watched, cautious yet curious, and as he saw his father figure turn his attention and focus back to him, he hoped for a explanation for what was going on.

When Monaito finished, Granolah could barely swallow the information dump he received. Then realization hit him as they approached the single pod. Monaito reassured Bardock and Gine that the Sugarians would have a ship for them to get offworld back to Planet Vegeta while the pod was for them both.

"Granolah, listen to me. I am very proud of you. No matter what life you live on now, take care of yourself." Monaito smiled down at the boy. Grief and sorrow filled him at the thought of the son he would never get to see grow, but pride and joy filled him, for the boy would also escape from the Heeters and alongside Kakarot, grow into something better. "Take care of Kakarot as well. Please. He needs you, and you will need him. Even if you don't think of him as such, he has done nothing wrong."

Granolah wanted to refute his words, tears forming in his eyes. "N-no! I want to stay! I want to fight! Why do we have to leave early?! I want to stay!" The Cerealian did not wish to leave. He wanted to stay with the man he considered a father above all else.

Bardock watched with an uncomfortable gaze in his visage. He then turned to Kakarot as he placed him into the pod after the Cerealian kid. Fuck it. He might as well give a message, especially with Gine shooting him a narrowed gaze. He clicked a button to signal a recording on the pod after setting the coordinates to Earth. "Kakarot. I know I haven't been there for you or your brother. For what it's worth, your old man is sorry." He chuckled. "Your mom would beat my ass for missing your brother's birthday, and I missed yours anyway."

His laughter vanished. "Listen son. Your old man is going to go away for a long time, possibly even die. He's fighting that bastard Frieza along with the rest of our race in a war we're not sure we're going to survive or even remotely win. So low class or not, you do what it takes to survive. Grow strong. Whether that Super Saiyan legend is a bunch of Yamoshi's bullshit proves to be you or not, I don't care. Grow into your own man. Make our race proud. And do not, under absolutely any circumstances, look at the full moon. Your tail is a source of power and also your greatest weakness. Don't let anybody grab onto it. Remember it."

Gine herself had little to say for her youngest. "Kakarot…" tears formed in her eyes as she wiped them away. "Your idiot father just took everything out of my mouth."

"Hey!" But Bardock was smiling. "Your mother is still a crybaby over you."

"Don't forget us, Kakarot." Gine choked on her tears, hitching her breath. "D-don't forget us…"

Granolah watched with his own tears as Kakarot began to wail in his lap. The pod slowly began to rise as the latch shut close.

And he heard the final words of his own father through telepathy, as he himself began to cry.

"Don't forget me, Granolah."

Gine cried out to Kakarot in the pod as it ascended to a new world without her or Bardock to be there.

"DON'T FORGET US, KAKAROT!"

The pod blinked and vanished from existence, and Gine wept in Bardock's arms, while Monaito watched with tears rolling down his wrinkled countenance, a solemn smile of sorrow on his face. The three only watched for a moment longer before they moved back to Monaito's hut to prepare for war.

The three were unaware that a device, tiny and inconspicuous, was recording them.

"Yes... yes sir. A infant Saiyan is heading to Earth… and a Cerealian? That's strange. Weren't they wiped out by the former a year or so ago?" Jaco, one of the few Galactic Patrolmen, muttered openly in shock. The alien crossed his arms in a contemplating gesture. "They're in the same pod… huh… that really doesn't make sense to me why they're together."

He prepared his ship as he responded to his radio. "I have permission to kill the Saiyan but return the Cerealian back to his home? Okay. You got it. You can count on me!" He strutted into a pose. "Cause Jaco the Galactic Patrolmen is here!"

He could've sworn someone was calling him a "dumbass" but Jaco, too lost in his own boasting, did not hear it. Nor did he see a pod speeding directly at him, slamming into his own craft, before careening into the unknown.

"Hey! Watch where you're going!" Jaco shook an angry fist at the pod that vanished into the unknown.

Granolah and Kakarot, startled by the slamming of their pod, awakened momentarily. For a moment, they swore they heard someone shouting, then they shut their eyes, sleep overtaking them once more, exhausted by grief.

Neither Jaco, nor the occupants of the Saiyan Kakarot; nor the last living Cerealian Granolah, would ever consider that the collusion of their very pods would change the history of the latter two forever, as the pod itself was sent to a destination unknown, for a voice spoke into the pod.

"COORDINATES REDIRECTED. COORDINATES REDIRECTED FROM EARTH. HEADING TO… HEADING TO…"

"ERROR…"

"ERROR."

"ERROR."

Societies formed, civilizations peaked, the world of Terra changed before her eyes. A dazzling display of neon from Lungmen and beyond, Victoria, Ursus, Siracusa, and beyond continued to grow.

Kaltsit was all but the audience for it. A spectator of the years that came and passed.

Theresa was gone. Amiya became host to a new specter of her power. Babel was just a memory of what Rhodes Island is now. Theresis was still out there plotting. Infected cried out to the masses unwilling to hear. Rhodes was their only salvation, locked behind its mass landship. Yet disease ran its rampant course, and many faded into blackened ash of their infectious corpses.

She took a whiff and sighed, exhaling her cigarette. Mon3tr grumbled in its comfort, and she stroked its hardened frame.

Something was coming, and she knew, whatever it was, would change the fate of Terra-kind as she knew it.

For what fate befell the lands she had seen since time immemorial, she was not certain it would change for the better, or for the worse. That factor was unknown itself.

Inspired by Reminiscence by Ken Law and Doodleboy565's and Dimiel's stories

So yeah, this will primarily focus on Goku and Granolah.

Originally, this was going to be Goku centric, but I've been rereading the DBS manga and Granolah is such an awesome badass that I couldn't help but add him in, since he sets a contrast well to Goku.

There will be other characters making an appearance

In this crossover, Goku will achieve Ultra Instinct but I will be taking massive creative liberties with the form. The main idea is that it will borrow heavily from the idea in the DBS that it is a technique. For that same instance, Zenkais are going to be massively nerfed into slow progression. Goku will not have the ridiculous amp from Namek Saga in Z and will be in more line with how he obtained them in the original Dragon Ball series. SSJ will remain entirely a myth and legend. Goku will not obtain the form. This is going by mainly Pre DBS lore, more in line with DBZ. Beerus and Whis do not exist.