The Saiyan Hall, commonly touted by the race that frequented it, Main Hall, was the public area of attraction where Saiyans from high ranks to low ranks populated. It contained a variety of various interests and attractions. One was the Dining Hall, where Saiyans could frequent for a meal or a drink or to simply chat with those of their brethren for a short break. The other was the wide expansive space, or Arenas, where Saiyans could spar or combat with others. Attached to the arenas were devices utilized to detect one's power. These arenas were largely considered one of the more populated places due to the nature of Saiyans desire to enforce their power, and for reasons regarding combat, would allow those in the stands to witness those who were largely recognized in combat, placing bets on who would win. The third most considerable area of interest was the Main Bay, where scores of teams were given or assigned missions to conquest the planet or to scope out any planets to gather information on. This vicinity was run by high class Saiyans, assigning missions based on the rate of success or their overall power in the field of battle. The Medical Bay was used for Saiyans after an exhausting battle in the Arenas to recover in the medical capsules, where each individual pods were able to concoct a special healing liquid, built and provided by the Planet Trade Organization that provided many of their other technological advances on their planet, that allowed them to recover from minor to even fatal injuries. Depending on the severity of wounds in battle received were, it took upon hours to days, the healing liquid also providing an anesthetic to allow Saiyans to rest while their wounds were slowly being healed over by the machine.

In all, the Saiyan Hall was a grandiose spectacle of a building, a public area where the denizens of their kind could relax, chat, or even combat each other for sport. Even the building layout itself seemingly was designed to show the culture of the warrior race.

It was unsurprising that it was rife and filled with activity. Especially in the Dining Hall, where one activity was alive with such craze and excitement.

Fasha winced as the voices surrounding them became louder, the scores of cries and cheers deafening her as she watched Shugesh's muscles bulge, his meaty hand gripping the arm of fellow Saiyan, Chard. Their elbows digging deep into the table, cracks forming underneath the surface as their muscles on their arms became far more pronounced as their grips tightened and quivered in a show of strength as they attempted to push the other down.

It was just her, Borgos, and Shugesh. Tora had went off to get drinks. And Bardock, Gine, and Raditz was still due to arrive.

As her thoughts turned to their team leader, Fasha could not help but think of the memories of the past, where she herself had at first met Bardock and Gine. The planet mission to Dumbara, where she and Shugesh were assigned to, and Bardock, Tora, Borgos, and Gine, where the four of them were transferred over to the same mission on the planet.

She was only twenty at the time when she first met Bardock. Having been assigned as leader, she had been confident of herself for a variety of reasons, namely her own success at the prior planet, Vao, which she had successfully conquered by herself; a rarity amongst low and even high class Saiyans, as missions done by only a lone Saiyan was considered highly dangerous, and was the reason why Saiyans were often in pairs or in teams, as it merited a higher level of success and completion, where tasks could equally be split up amongst fellow Saiyans and wouldn't result in failure, allowing adaptability and versatility.

The arm wrestle came to an end as Shugesh, quite literally, held his fellow Saiyan up with one arm. Chard, unable to contend with the strength of her teammate any longer, was raised in the air before being slammed down, snapping the table in two, much to the uproars of the audience around them. Shugesh reviled in the attention, as he pumped his arms in victory, demanding anyone else to challenge him.

Feeling a tap on her shoulder, she turned to see Borgos, who indicated with a grunt to his left to see Tora, who returned with their drinks, offering each to the both of them.

"Welcome back." Her voice was barely audible amongst the

Tora grinned, "I see Shugesh is still holding his spot as the arm wrestling champion title well enough."

Fasha smirked, taking a sip of the beverage. "Any news on Bardock?"

Her teammate nodded. "Yeah. Just sent a message through my scouter. Said he'll be arriving here with Gine, Raditz, and Kakarot."

In a rare action, Borgos spoke for the first time. "Bardock's arriving with them?"

"Yep." Tora watched as another Saiyan stepped up to the plate to challenge Shugesh, before he turned back to Fasha, realizing something. "Oh, Fasha! It's been a while since you met Gine."

She glanced over at him. "Hmm? Yeah? So have you guys."

Tora nodded, "Yeah. But you haven't met Gine since six months ago. Just before we left for Imhotep, you were waiting for us while we met Gine and Raditz before we left. Were you busy?"

"Yeah."

"With what?"

"Just checking our mission statement. Why does it matter?"

"Well…" Tora glanced away, uncertain if he should reveal what he was thinking. Borgos looked over at Shugesh, as if he did not want part of and to be dragged into the conversation. "It… it seemed like you weren't happy at meeting Gine before we left. Before you were talking with us and then you became silent when Bardock said he wanted to say goodbye to Gine and Raditz before we left."

She did, didn't she?

"It's nothing. I told you it was just the mission to Imhotep."

Was Tora aware of what she felt?

Tora blinked, "Are you sure?" The tone in his voice made it clear he didn't believe a fraction of what she was saying. "You know you can just tell us anything… right? I mean, since we're all bunched together as Bardock's team and shit-"

"I know."

Tora glanced over at Borgos. "If you're sure, I guess."

Fasha didn't miss the hesitant, concerned tone. Her mind flashed to both her squad leader and comrade and her other comrade.

Oh, she wanted to . She wanted to be happy and proud, but every time she saw the two of them, her heart burned, burned with the flickers of anger, and negative thoughts formed whenever she saw Gine. Gine, who Bardock had chosen.

And then her heart burned with guilt alongside that anger and jealously, because Gine did not deserve her rage.

Yet all she could think was about their sons. Raditz, who at least his power level was average amongst the lower ranks at around 300 when he was introduced. But Kakarot…

Kakarot was universally known to have the lowest power level of the entire low class ranks. A miniscule, almost minute level of 2.

It was inevitable that the entire ranks would find out. Bardock, being a major celebrity in the ranks of the lower class, was given a child with such a low power level it may as well have been nothing. She could still hear the irony of it today from others even after his secondborn son's power was recorded in files: One of the strongest and brilliant amongst their ranks, given a child whose power was the lowest ever recorded in history.

But Bardock seemingly did not care. He was perfectly content with his two sons, even if one of them granted him an amount of attention that leeched on him for how utterly weak he was going to be.

Bardock believed rank their society was based upon meant nothing; that if they couldn't back up their claims or words, then they were all barking with no bite, their bravado was just one built upon their fragile ego, its foundations built upon the lies they themselves believed.

Fasha herself, could not put her own belief into Bardock's.

Fasha did not want to. Gine had been nothing but kind to her, but even then, she could not help but feel this way. She had far been uncomfortable when Bardock announced Gine as his mate, and even more so when Raditz was born, and after, Kakarot.

A darker part of her ingrained the thought into her head that she should have been the one to raise Raditz and Kakarot. Not Gine. That she should have died on the mission when they formed their team under Bardock.

The thought of such terrified her so much that she could not meet Gine for some time. Out of guilt and shame and horror at how could she think that way to someone who did not deserve her anger and someone she considered a friend, because she knew had been her fault for feeling that way towards Bardock and not putting it forward but her pride could not allow that, as their society had only viewed relationships between their race as only a way to produce an offspring and expand their natural combative prowess and empire. Not one of genuine desire.

"Tell that scrawny runt Raditz we said hi!"

That had been a lie so she could get away and not have to think about her failed opportunities, one she would have to cope with for the rest of her life.

Shugesh approached them and spoke up, snapping her out of her reverie of darker thoughts. "Well, that was a hell of a lot fun."

Tora chuckled, holding out a glass for him. "I'll say."

Shugesh accepted it, chugging the liquid in one go. "Any word on Bardock?"

"He's coming with Gine, Raditz, and Kakarot so..."

Shugesh laughed, "So he's bringing them along? Think Bardock will teach that runt his Final Spirit Cannon?"

Tora shook his head. "Nope! Don't you remember? He told us that Raditz needs to learn how to control his ki better, and then he'll probably consider teaching him a few of his moves."

Shugesh grinned, "That runt will probably want to spar with us. I'm curious on why Gine is bringing Kakarot though. Doesn't he need to stay in his incubation pod longer?"

It was common knowledge that depending on the health of the Saiyan infant that they required a certain amount of time needed in the pod. Kakarot, born around this year, was one of the few infants that required a certain amount of time in his capsule.

"You know Gine. She's probably the one to worry most about Bardock, Raditz, and Kakarot."

He shrugged, "Well, Raditz will probably want to spar with us once they arrive. Especially with you first, Uncle Tora ."

Tora howled in laughter and shoved him in a show of friendly gesture. "Piss off!"

The four enjoyed the relative peace they would have before their next mission, and suddenly it was all right for Fasha. She took solace in being with her other comrades.

She knew she would meet with Gine that likely the feelings would return. Maybe her feelings towards Bardock would not change; she hoped that they would one day, but for now, she could at the very least, be cordial and accept her as Bardock's mate, and as Gine's friend.

That was all she could do.

Now then… Where should I start?

He scanned above the Main Hall of the Saiyan Army, a mental debate clashing inside his head on where should he begin or start. He knew his presence would attract a large portion of attention. If it wasn't for his ability to fade into the background, then he would be detected out of the skies by sight. The only other option that they could locate him now was utilizing their scouters, but he hid his energy signature now. Regardless, as Goku and Vegeta said, they relied far too much on a device to detect energies and put too much stock into them. Even Frieza, for all his arrogance and postulating, recognized this years later after being sliced in half by the time misplaced son of Vegeta, ultimately was forced to learn how to ki sense to better combat Goku and the Z Fighters when resurrected by the remnants of his forces's army. It would have hampered him slightly if he himself could not detect when the Saiyans he so despised could possibly get the drop on him.

He himself wouldn't like to brag, but he hid his energies quite admirably that not even the divine sense of Whis could remotely detect him. He wasn't concerned with the Whis of this time now, the angel of Universe 7 was tending to a sleeping God of Destruction as his attendant during this era.

He had already planned to show the exiled son of Paragus against King Vegeta's progeny and Bardock's low class son. That was the first conflict of the future he planned to show them first. He knew how the King would react positively to his son and yet also negatively in… certain manners… that would require him to create a barrier that would negate any energy detection outside the planet. Frieza's Forces were offworld and far away from this side of the galaxy that the energy, even if it was rising, wouldn't even be detected by the scouters, but he wanted to make sure just in case if on the chance that a squadron of Frieza Force members did come to Planet Vegeta to deliver some scouters or whatever other tools.

But his priority was where to land first to "request" an audience with the king. He initially planned to land on the doorsteps of the Royal Castle, but scrapped it. Not one of the Saiyans would take to believing him, that he would trespass unauthorized on the "King's domain." After all, he was just a stranger, and the King would likely order his execution over listening him out.

He needs them to believe them. Otherwise, his tale would be left woefully unheard!

The Main Hall was likely his only option, as it consisted of all the ranks of Saiyans. Though where to land specifically was the problem. His arms crossed in a gesture of contemplation. The problem wasn't that the Saiyans would likely also attack him; He was all prepared for it. It was that he needed to specifically land in an area that consisted of also one close to higher ranking Saiyans that he would request an audience with the king. While high class Saiyans did not just consist of the royal bloodline, most of them were largely connected to, or had their blood traced to the Royal Lineage, along with the high battle power they were granted from birth. It was quite tricky to detect any high class Saiyans of the Royal blood, as what denoted such was an insignia of such on their armor.

Or…

His gaze fell to the large crowd, where he could detect an abundance of low level powers, gathering together like moths to a flame.

He could possibly land in an area populated with mid and lower classes that his presence would attract the necessary attention, and didn't need to be so picky.

A grin split his face in two, the cowl of his dark hood covering all but save the smile on his lips.

Time to raise some hell.

"Bardock! Is that you?"

The Saiyan in question turned his head, along with Gine and Raditz. "Leek! It's been a while! What's up?"

His fellow low class fell in step with him. "Fine. Nothing much since I got here! Heard your mission on Imhotep was a success!"

Bardock shrugged, "Inhabitants were a pain in the ass, but it was alright I guess."

Leek shook his head. "Oh, c'mon Bardock! You don't need to do it!"

He blinked, "Do what?"

"Be so humble! Take pride that your crew has the highest rate of success in history! Planet Imhotep was considered a planet that was so difficult that no other team were able to accomplish what you did!"

Bardock shook his head. "Don't want to be an arrogant prick like Jicama and the other elitist pricks. I don't know why the hell the King has a bunch of higher ranks who are a bunch of assholes in a fucking team."

Leek chuckled, before his eyes bulged in realization and his head rapidly scanned around, before settling on Bardock. "Lower your voice . Oh man, why the hell do you have to say that out loud?" He moaned.

"It's true though." Bardock's flat tone made it clear he did not care about sugarcoating his thoughts on those of his kind in the higher echelon of nobility. He knew that a large portion of the lower class felt the same way regarding the status and ranks of the elites.

Far too long, Gine had been the subject of ridicule, even in the lower ranks. How she was unfit for combat, her abysmal power level. Working in the Meat Distribution Center. Those that came forward that said he should have chosen a better mate… Well, Bardock let them know exactly how he felt about their opinions on the matter.

It had been now the same with Kakarot. Bardock knew his son power level was 2. It had been lower than even Gine's, if he remembered, was 200 when on their last mission together before Gine was permanently discharged from the Army.

As soon as the news had gotten out, spreading like wildfire, even amongst the lower ranks, many believed that Kakarot would die as soon as he would be sent in on another planet as an infiltration baby. That he inherited his mother's weakness, while Raditz was the one who at least had the pleasure to inherit his average power. A battle power of 2 would not even last against the weakest of carnivorous monsters on planets with an average power of fifty or higher.

He will amount to nothing. A low class, especially one with a power level of 2 will never amount to anything,

They didn't say it directly when Bardock was around, but he knew. Their gazes let him know exactly what they were thinking. Bardock wasn't ignorant to walk around to see what of those around him were thinking of nothing. Years of battle and combat had taught him how to analyze and predict one's fighting style and tactics employed in battle, a move made by an adversary.

Bardock had ignored these words. He stood by what he said regarding ranks. He couldn't give a shit about them. Anyone could talk trash, but if they couldn't back up their words, then they were nothing. Empty threats and boasts were a fuel to the flames of one's ego, stroking it.

But there was a part of Bardock that wondered about the life of Kakarot. If Kakarot grew up, it was likely he would not last long in the Army either… Or even worse… his life would be cut short on the field of battle.

There was a part of Bardock that wished his secondborn son would not have to face combat ever. That should Kakarot be sent to a world, it would be one of beings with powers just as low. The galaxy was infinitesimal, planets that they have yet to conquer in the name of the Saiyan race.

But Kakarot, whose power was the lowest in Saiyan history… Bardock could not refute the words of the scouters and scanning devices. Unless he was grouped together with other Saiyans it would allow him to possibly survive. But that would only last for a moment. Like Gine, if Kakarot could not pull his weight, he would follow Gine and those like them who had no aptitude for combat.

He didn't send Raditz out yet or have him enlist into the Army either. Raditz was not ready until he mastered ki control and his techniques, which he still had issues with, no matter how the boy insisted he was the contrary. Battle power meant nothing if Raditz could not properly control his power. Most Saiyan infiltration infants or crews in the Army he learned had perished either due to a variety of conditions, be it enemy forces or any external or internal force. Lacking Ki control was one of them, as Saiyans had often blown off their own limbs, or discharged energy blasts that missed the enemy entirely due to their lack of control and got themselves killed for their fatal mistake. Bardock was determined to train Raditz up until he felt the boy was ready.

Leek introduced himself to both Gine and Raditz. "How's Okara doing?"

He chuckled, "Well, she's doing fine. Badly broken both her arms in a mission to Tatooine. Doctors said she shouldn't put any pressure or attempt any movements on them until they're fully healed, so she's off the team for now." He looked down at the bundle in her arms. "So that's Kakarot?"

"Yep." Kakarot raised his chubby hands to hold Gine's finger. Leek thankfully, didn't mention Kakarot's power, and Bardock was thankful. But Leek wasn't that kind of person, he sure as hell wouldn't be a friend if he did, and Leek was probably one of the few only friendly faces around.

"Dad's also going to stay around and teach me a couple things!" Raditz piped up, grinning in clear excitement.

Leek smiled, glancing at Bardock. "Is that so? You should be proud. Your dad's probably one of the best in the Army."

Raditz nodded in agreement. "Yeah! I heard it many times!"

Bardock rolled his eyes good naturedly. "Come on. Anybody could have done what I've done. It's hardly that impressive."

"Bardock! It's a 98 percent success rate! The highest in the Army!" Leek emphasized the percentage, as if it would make his fellow Saiyan take pride in his work, unable to grasp why his fellow low class felt as if his rate of success didn't matter in the grand scheme of things.

"Anybody could have reached that. Jicama's crew, as much as that guy's a cunt, has a 93 percent success the last time I heard."

"Yeah! But its still below yours, dad!" Raditz joined in, before Leek could lecture him on keeping his thoughts on the higher classes quiet. "You rarely ever fail on missions!"

Bardock smirked, ruffling Raditz's hair. "Well, kiddo. Success doesn't mean jack at all and is entirely dependant on how one thinks in combat."

Leek shook his head, amused. "I don't even know what to say, Bardock. Man, you are way too humble for your own good."

"Don't want to have a bloated head or be an arrogant cunt like Jicama or his crew. Thanks, but no thanks."

Bardock tuned Leek out as he lectured for him to keep his mouth shut on the upper classes. Watching as they approached the Main Hall, Leek turned to his friend and his family.

"Well, have to go check on Okara in the Med Bay." He waved to them. "I'll see you guys in the Dining Hall later."

"Yeah."

"See you, Leek!"

Leek walked down the hallways as the family turned to the opposite path. "Leek's really nice. You knew him from when?"

"On our mission to Bumdara, when I was fifteen and he was twelve. Got lumped in with myself, Tora, and the rest when he and Dakan were redirected to Bumdara." At the cheer, he could hear quite a distance away down the hallway, he smirked. "Shugesh is at it again, it seems."

"At it again?"

Bardock glanced down at Raditz. "Well, runt. Did I ever tell you that Shugesh's known around here for being the four year arm wrestling champion in the Dining Hall?"

Raditz quite literally had stars in his eyes, his eyes wide in amazement. "Wow?! Really?! That's awesome! Hey, dad, maybe Tora will probably want to teach me stuff! Can they?!"

Bardock grinned, "Don't see why not. That's why we're here. Now come on, Shugesh says that most of the grub's going to be taken. Let's hurry up and go-"

Before he could inform his wife and sons of their plans, an earthquake erupted. Tremors shook the entire building as the sudden disaster threw the denizens of the building off their feet. Only those who had the sense of battle and combat with the experience of this sudden shift ingrained in their being could resist this pull to the floor.

Those around them screamed or yelled, the sudden shift surprising even them. Baby Kakarot wailed, and Gine could barely maintain her equilibrium. Raditz nearly face planted to the floor, falling to his hands and knees. "What the hell?!"

"Bardock! What's going on?!"

"I don't know!" Bardock stood in a fighting stance, even though he had little understanding of the situation, but scenarios on field closely translated this as a fight of some sort. He glanced back and shouted a demand at his firstborn. "Raditz! Stay close to your mother and your brother!"

Raditz didn't go against his father. He moved closer to Gine and Kakarot, while Bardock was trying to make sense of the situation.

Was it a group of Saiyans fighting? No. The Arenas, aptly titled so, was built to provide Saiyans a large space where they could freely move around in the expansive area and combat each other. No Saiyan would ever attempt to fight each other outside of the Arenas. It was a rule enforced by the King and Queen themselves so that if those of their kind had something against one another for whatever reason, petty or otherwise, they could do so in the Arenas without destroying their homeworld. This law was put in place for every rank of Saiyans, and none were exempt from this.

Just as it abruptly started, it ended. The sudden inexplicable change brought wariness and tension to those within. As the tremors started, they ended, along with the screams and cries of those within.

Gine hesitatingly looked up, both her two sons in her grasp. Kakarot was still wailing, but her concerns for her sons and family were intertwined with the concern of what had just happened. Both Bardock and Raditz did not move, waiting for what had just occurred to make another appearance.

And it did. A loud rumble to the castle brought those to the floor once more. Kakarot's wails became drowned out by this disaster, though the yells of those were quelled.

Bardock grunted. A violent shake slammed his back against the wall and nearly toppled him over.

Just what the hell was happening?!

"Leek! You're back! Bout time!" The flame haired Saiyan spoke, her arms still in bandages, a wide grin on her face. She attempted to raise one of them in greeting, only to quickly drop it. "Son of a-!"

"I told you not to move it!" The doctor admonished.

Leek chuckled, "Well, on my way here. I saw Bardock, Gine, and Raditz. Bardock and his crew returned from Imhotep!"

She blinked in astonishment. "Really? He-they actually succeeded?!"

"Yep! You can go ask Bardock or any of his crew yourself!"

She shook her head. "Nah. Don't need to. I believe you." The excitement vanished on her face, only to be replaced by an angry scowl. "If only I can get out of here…"

The doctor's eyes twitched in return at her attitude, shooting back a retort. "If you could stop moving every second…"

"It's not my fault the bandages make my arms itchy, it just makes me want to rip them off!"

"They're supposed to help you recover! How about you deal with it like every other patient here?!"

Leek stood awkwardly to the side, laughing. Okara despised being put in a single place, unable to do anything. Most Saiyans were, but considering the circumstances of Okara, she was cramped for quite some time in the Med Bay.

The doctor fished out an ointment from the cabinet, his brows raised as he approached her. "Are you going to move while I put the medicine on your arm?"

She scoffed and looked away. "No."

"Good." Taking the bandages of her arms off, he put a healthy amount of the medine on her arms and spread it around.

"How's Gine doing, by the way?" Okara asked.

"She's doing fine. You heard about Kakarot?"

She blinked in confusion. "Kakarot?" The confusion only lasted for a moment before it vanished. "Oh! Her son after Raditz!"

"Yep!"

She nodded. "Ahh… Hold on. I heard about Kakarot. Wasn't he born with a power level of 2?"

Leek froze in place. The air suddenly became much colder, and he was sure it wasn't the atmosphere of the Medical Bay. Even the doctor himself tending to Okara had seemingly stopped.

Okara looked at the two of them. "What?" Then her eyes widened. " Oh.. ."

Leek glanced at her. "Yeah. Just think you probably don't want to mention that around Bardock with anyone else or he'll beat that asswipe."

The room lapsed into silence as there was nothing more to speak of, as the topic of Bardock's secondborn made the awkwardness of the room intensify.

The doctor spoke up. "I'm going to put the bandages back on your arm. Try not to move around so much."

As he readied the new rolls of bandages from the medical cabinets, he didn't get the chance to. The room suddenly erupted into pandemonium as it violently shook.

Okara fell back on to the table while both the doctor and Leek fell over on their rears, as they had nothing to hold onto to maintain their equilibrium. The pain in Okara's arms were ignored as she and the two others could only wonder what was happening.

What was going on?!

Shugesh was in another match against a Saiyan who challenged him when Borgos spoke up. "It's been twenty or so minutes since Bardock went off to retrieve his family. Should you contact him again, Tora?"

Tora nodded. What the hell was taking Bardock so long? He could not brush the concern off his mind. Did something happen? The last message by scouters informed him that he was arriving with the rest of his family but that message was about twenty minutes ago.

Was it Gine? He knew that with Gine's abysmal power level, she was subject to massive amounts of ridicule even amongst lower ranks.

And with Bardock's second son born around this year, he was born with a power level of 2. The lowest recorded in Saiyan history.

Tora and the rest of them knew what kind of talk that would bring to Bardock. Bardock, who just wanted to be left alone. He didn't want any of their pity.

And for the sake of their friendship, because Tora knew he wouldn't be much less even a friend, the topic of Gine and Kakarot were mostly kept off their discussions. Only how were they doing was ever discussed, and Raditz as well.

That led Tora to consider a number of numerous factors. Did Bardock get into a fight with another Saiyan? Possibly a higher class? He pressed a few buttons on the scouters, flicking through the letters before another press of a button sent the message to him. "I'm sending another message to him, but just in case, I'm going to check. You guys can wait here."

Fasha got up, "Nah. We're coming with. Kind of getting boring around here anyway." Another round of applause happened as Shugesh claimed victory once more. The crowd began to disperse, their interest now to meals and whatever topic on their minds.

As Team Bardock's plans were set, they, and everyone else, would never get the chance to. The dining hall would erupt into terror as the entire vicinity shook madly. Drinks and food toppled to the floor as those within began to drop by a external force. Even as many attempted to plant themselves, it was all but futile.

"What the fuck?!"

"What's going on?!"

Cries of confusion filled the room the next along with the violent tremble of the Dining Hall.

Fasha noticed Tora attempting to leave as the halls of the building shook. "T-tora! What are you-?!"

Tora reached out to them. "Come on! I don't know what the hell it is, but we got to go! Now!"

"Is it Bardock?!" Had he got into a fight with another Saiyan? No. This couldn't be him. Even at a quarter strength, Bardock alone wasn't strong enough and neither it be with another individual. This had to be a group effort, one that took multiple Saiyans to accomplish.

"I don't fucking know! But we have to get out of here!" Around him, many had already taken the advice of Tora's long before he spoke up to his companions, leaving the cafeteria as fast as they possibly could.

Fasha noticed as Shugesh stumbled to his feet while Borgos was grabbing him to prevent him from falling over. Together, they made their way out of the pandemonium that befell them seconds earlier.

Perhaps he had gone a bit too far.

The group of Saiyans fired their energy volleys at him. Leaping to the side to avoid them, from the corner of his eye, he watched two of them lunge at him. "Box him in, don't let him get a chance to escape!" One of them shouted, Marjoram, who was the first of the Saiyans he greeted when he landed.

Punches and kicks were delivered at astonishing speed, but he evaded them, not even close to touching the cowl of his hooded cloak or body.

If he was honest, it was actually quite fun watching them attempting to attack him. It would certainly be good exercise. When was the last… Oh right. Whis for over the past century or so…

Bit by bit I'm falling under your spell

Your smile all I need to see to know we'll

One large individual attempted fired energy blasts on the floor, creating a plume of smoke. A female Saiyan rushed out of the smoke, attempting to attack him from his legs below. He jumped up, and then immediately transported himself out of the way to avoid the follow up energy blast as the pale aquamarine energy wave flew into the skies above and out of sight.

Leave this endless darkness saying "Come along with me!

Hold my hand!"

A hum of the song in his head escaped his lips as the next energy volleys honed in on him as he flew above the skies to avoid them.

Back when first you came into my life

I recalled a place that I knew as a child

A special place, one that I held close to my heart

He knew those would be quite a nuisance to avoid, as they would forever hone in on him. Instead of attempting to escape them, he stood still, gathering the ki within himself and expanding it outward. Almost immediately, a shadowy bubble surrounded his being from head to toe. Pushing outward, they expanded to cover his entire being.

As soon as the energy blasts honed in, they slammed into and made contact with the bubble, creating a massive explosion and a plume of smoke. One of the Saiyans who led the charge, shouted out. "We got him!"

"Well… Close, but not quite."

Won't you lead me in this dance down this winding road?

Where light and shadow entwine to take hold

Of the thoughts of the one left far behind?

The Saiyans's eyes bulged and narrowed in shock as the dust and smoke dispersed into the air. The bubble surrounding him gave off an occasional flicker of static ki as it remained for a moment longer, before its owner dispersed the bubble. [1]

Anger and rage fueled most of the group attacking him, and they lunged once more, accompanied with battle cries.

"Damn you, you freak! Holds still and remove that hood of yours! Or are you too cowardly to even do so while facing us?!"

He tilted his head, pausing in humming the song in his head. Right. He was in the Age where every Saiyan, save for perhaps Bardock, Gine, and a few others, were a bunch of arrogant and stuck up pricks. A violent race of conquerors who indiscriminately killed and slaughtered in cold blood.

What did Vegeta say to Lord Beerus?

"The Saiyans got exactly what they deserved. They paid the price of their actions. They had their chance."

He supposed he was giving them a chance now. For all the lives they themselves had a hand in, as Frieza wasn't solely responsible and he pointed out the hypocrisy of the warrior race, that they had what was coming to them after the Tuffles, the Cerelians, and all the other lives they erased.

He didn't believe much in karma, though Frieza's genocide against them would be the closest to their deeds catching up to them.

Even Bardock, and both Bardocks he saw through the two timelines, had shed blood on his hands that he would never wash away, no matter how this Bardock cared for his family. But that quality, that quality of him, was what made him favor Bardock so much.

"I could, but I don't want to." It was fun. Really, these Saiyans and their pride. He wasn't trying to taunt them, because anything that probably came out of his mouth would be taken as a taunt anyway.

It wasn't his fault that they had egos more fragile than glass.

The Saiyans's eyes widened in fury and anger as his ki exploded outward in a violent gust of wind that knocked those nearby off their feets, while his cloak blew outward. Many of his companions followed suit, their energies massively rising that together it shook the entire Main Hall itself.

"Get him!"

"He can't match all of us if we all come at him!"

The fun was starting to get dull. Their energy signatures flickered like candlelights, burning intensely as possible. But they could never match the burning torch of higher class Saiyans. While he didn't discriminate as the high class Saiyans tended to in the society, valuing power above all else, it did allow him to hone his ki sense to detect who had the highest battle power, and that distinguished and was easily identifiable as a high class Saiyan.

But all he felt were powers close or a moderate amount away from each other. None of which were the high class Saiyans, nor did they don the insignia of the Royal Bloodline or lineage of high class.

He was beginning to wonder if he should have taken his chances with the King and intrude on the castle. The likely chance of the king ordering to apprehend him could have been avoided if he stated his intentions, though it was also likely that the King would have not believed him.

Troubling issues indeed, as he held out his palm, dispersing a full powered blast that sent bits of the energies flying off sporadically. Another came at him from above as he reached his arm back and backhanded the energy wave away, sending it off once horizon more again. A female and a male attempted to rush at him, utilizing a ki infused tackle attempting to blitz him, but they were still far too slow for his eyes. He leaped up again, only for an elbow that came crashing down on his head, only barely caught in his grasp. Not deterred, the opposing Saiyan send out a ki infused kick that he caught with his other arm.

For the moment that they were locked, the blows glancing off his arms and sending shockwaves across the vicinity, he felt it. A high energy signature.

Could it be?

But that moment of temporary pause gave his adversary all the momentum he needed to turn the tides in his favor. Just releasing his foe, he felt himself being holstered and grabbed from behind, one of his earlier adversaries choosing to grab him in a full nelson to prevent him from escaping any further. Grabbing in such a way as so he couldn't utilize his arms or legs to break free from his foe, he heard the shout from the foe grappling him. "I GOT HIM! HURRY UP AND GET HIM!"

His attention was refocused once more on the Saiyan who converged on him. He was not worried. A slight shake of his head and he concentrated his entire being to transport his body to matter.

The Saiyan holding looked down, only for his eyes to widen as the tight grip he once had was now hugging only wisps of shadow that phased through him. "Wait! Stop! He got away!"

But the Saiyan approaching to attack their constricted foe could barely halt himself as he collided with him, a cough escaping his lips. "What the hell, you idiot?!"

"Don't blame me, asshole! Why didn't you keep a hold on him?! Why didn't you concentrate?!"

The two Saiyans glared furiously at each other, neither willing to take responsibility for the blame for their failed attack. A sound of clapping echoed as the two turned to see the cloaked foe before them. "Gentlemen, gentlemen. Come on. Don't fight each other. You're Saiyans after all."

Before he could say anything to them any further, he moved to the side to avoid yet another blast from below that shot to the skies above, where a female Saiyan fired from beneath them. "Hey now, ma'am. That was rude. You shouldn't interrupt a conversation."

She scowled, "Piss off. Don't patronize us!"

He grinned, crossing his arms. "I would, but you see, I would like to meet with somebody first." He ducked and weaved through the mass of limbs, not one touching him in the slightest. "Request an audience with, per say. If you would stop attacking me and hear me out, then I ensure it will be worth your time."

"Like we have to hear what you have to say!" The two squabbling Saiyans from earlier lunged at him once more, accompanied by more of their ranks.

He sighed. Really, how long did it take to get the attention of a higher ranking Saiyan? A slight frown marred his lips as he dodged the Energy Volley, and those that did come close, he batted aside swiftly. He had hoped that with his sudden appearance, getting past the systems that detected a presence in the Saiyan's homeworld atmosphere, that it would attract the necessary attention but it was taking far longer than ever.

What did it take to attract even more attention?

But it seemed he didn't have to concoct another plan. There was shouting surrounding him and the Saiyans attacking him and he flew down, letting his ki enhance his hearing to the voices surrounding them. "Jicama, Borlotti, Coirander, and Kohlrabi from the Royal Army has arrvived! They arrived!"

He watched as the crowd of Saiyans began to disperse from the entranceway to the Main Hall, as his ki sense honed in on three larger power levels, far beyond the miniscule levels of the lower ranks.

His eyes adjusted to the sight of two males and females, donning the same battle armor as their compatriots, as well as skin tight suits. And, on the breastplate of their armor, was the insignia of the Royal Lineage, designating them as the elite of the food chain.

Hushed voices and murmurs were traded as he flew down to the planet to level with them. About him, the sudden stranger. And the Royal Elites has arrived, their insignia of the elite class proudly donned on their armor

Finally.

With a flourish and a bow, he swept his hands to the earth. "Greetings, Royal Elites. I would like to ask for an audience with King Vegeta."

The entranceway to the Main Hall was filled so much so that from the skies above, they were like ants piling one on another, attempting to make sense of their situation as they scurried about.

The Main Hall gathered a continuous surplus of a witness to the predicament at hand, wondering what had caused it before they assumed that whatever others were surrounding was the main attraction. As the crowd continued to form, so packed it became that a number of them took to the skies to allow themselves to witness what had caused such a violent reaction within.

This was the same with Team Bardock.

As they pushed their way pass others who had the same reason for surrounding them, they were able to squeeze their way through the gaps left by others of their kind.

Shugesh pushed his body through, shoving his fellow Saiyans aside to get to his crew members. "Tora, Fasha. Who is it?!" Borgos was with him as well, stuck behind like him. "Is it a Saiyan?"

"No."

"Who is it then?!" As another Saiyan shoved him back, he scowled. "Ah, to hell with this!"

Using his ki, he pushed off the floor, flying up. Borgos stared up at him and he nodded, following suit. Tora and Fasha came after, where they joined the few other Saiyans who had the sense to fly up to witness what was going on.

"Who… Who the hell is that?" Tora blinked in confusion.

The figure was a figure of shadows. The robe, long flowing that reached his calves, he donned was one of midnight black, where it mixed in seamlessly. It was all save for a pale face he could make out under the cowl of the hood.

"I have no clue." None of them did. All they witnessed was a complete stranger.

Shugesh turned to his side, as he recognized the individual. "Hey, Endive. You know what's going on? Who the hell is that guy?"

Endive turned to greet him. "Shugesh! No. I have no clue. I'm just as lost as you guys are."

Tora prompted him for more information. "Why has he arrived here then? He's not a Saiyan like us, is he?"

"No. I got a closer look at him, but I have no clue who or what he is. I'm not even certain if he could be a Saiyan." He shook his head. "That cloak of his makes it hard to tell if he even has a tail. I don't think he does and I don't think he's a Saiyan, but if he is…"

The team turned to inspect the individual again, lost in their own thoughts as who the individual was before them.