Saga 1 - (Recruiting). Episode 5: Saiyans. Series: Dragon Ball Z (Anime/Manga). Doctor Incarnation: 11th Doctor Clone / Ganger. Susan Bi-Generation: S'mouth Sol'Pax / Snickersnack.

It was another 3 hours of losers, boasting about their non-existent skills, before anyone interesting showed up.

A green, completely hairless man, took the seat. A Namekian? Even stranger, he had a humanoid child with him, who eagerly crawled on his lap, in the chair.

The boy looked to be Jim's age. Although his hair was more like quills... and he had a... a monkey tail. A Saiyan?

"That your pet?" Gene growled. Knowing some aliens kept humanoids as pets. Especially the exotic ones.

The little boy glared, "I'm his son!"

The Namekian scoffed, "It's irritating how often I get asked. Although it's the first time from humanoids."

Hilda shrugged, "You can't be surprised. Most humans probably have similar concerns. They're just too polite to say anything."

The Namekian sighed, "I suppose so..."

Continuing the thought, the Namekian explained. "His father was... a friend." Saying that as if the word didn't quite fit. "I took him in after the man died."

"And Kidnapped him from his mother, as I understand it," Hilda smiled. The pair kinda stood out. It was easy to piece together who they were.

"If you ever met my mom," Gohan sighed. "You'd see that's a good thing."

Gene frowned, not liking the sound of that at all.

Hilda just smiled at the kid, "So your the kid that defeated the next gen Bio Android."

The boy blushed, but nodded his head.

"Bio Android?" Gene asked, "Like Malfina?"

The two stiffened. Hilda just laughed. "Hardly. These two come from a backwater, that somehow perfected Bio androids. Managed to give them a Chakra network, that fuels a number of magical abilities.

"Their Planet just barely created a mass effect engine, but when the Space forces made contact, they found their tech was actually more advanced then most of the Council Races. Not bad for a world of Humanoids and furries. They're pretty weak, magically, but they've been a big help to the Terran Empire.

"This is the legendary King Piccolo, guys one of the new aliens that actually figured out how to reincarnate himself, without need of a mother. Conquered that mud ball, for a little while, until he was sealed for a few thousand years. Was freed, then got his ass kicked by a Saiyan Child. Was so heavily injured, he had to reincarnate himself."

Hilda sighed, "Never really heard why, but after the Saiyan died, he took on this kid, Gohan, as his apprentice. Then Gohan's dad got wished back. Only to die again," She looked at the boy, "My condolences..."

The boy sighed, "Yeah... But I got a few years with dad, thanks to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. And dad went out the way he would want... fighting."

Hilda nodded, "There is no more honorable Death, for a Saiyan... he's with Beerus now." The Kami of Destruction and Feast, the Saiyan's most revered god. As he blessed a race of naturally evolved Kaiju, with a humanoid form, and vast destructive power.

Gohan shrugged, "Dad wasn't really that religious... and besides training, he never really did anything with me... I guess training me was how he showed he cared, but I would have liked to have played games with him... maybe have him read me a story, when I was little... Piccolo did all that, AND he trained me."

Piccolo sighed. Gohan was still in mourning, not really talking to anyone in that moment... He also felt a good deal of resentment, due to what shit parents he had.

Goku loved his son... but he wasn't usually around, and the only time he was, consisted of training. Piccolo might train with the boy, but it wasn't the only thing they did together... Then the boy's mother was an overbearing, manipulative, shrew. She wasn't physically abusive, but she was obsessed with controlling the boy. Micromanaging everything he did. Allowing him no friends.

Goku had taken Gohan to train, for 6 years, in a pocket dimension. Where a day equalled a year... that wasn't really fair to Chichi, nor the boy, given from Gohan's perspective, he hadn't seen his mother in 6 years. In a life that consisted of nothing but training, since he was a toddler to a tween.

He didn't understand his mother, and resented her for trying to decide his fate for him. It was a hard situation, given Chichi had lost 6 years with her son, and Gohan had near a decade without a mother, as that wasn't the first time they were separated. Unfortunately, Chichi refused to accept Gohan didn't know her, and just tried to pick up where she left off. As a Demanding, overbearing, shrew.

(Timeline) - Future Trunks

Trunks... had lost... everyone. All his friends... His entire family... all he had left was his mother... but she died this morning. Most of the world had been destroyed, thanks to the Androids.

Trunks was desperate, and used his mother's time machine. Not to save Goku... but to meet the Dragon. Not even the one on Earth, but the Namekian one.

He travelled back to the height of the Namekian Empire, 10s of thousands of years ago. Before the storm that devastated their world... and when the Dragon Balls were simply waiting for others to find them.

The clouds trembled into a black mass of thunder and lightning, as a massive dragon, the size of a small town, manifested in the Sky.

"Speak your wish." The Eternal Dragon demanded.

Trunks gulped, but steeled his nerves. "I wish my mother's time machine could travel through history, without creating pocket dimensions. With a complete database of all reality."

The Dragon's eyes glowed red. The Time Capsule was engulfed by light, but soon returned to normal. "It is done. 6 wishes left."

Trunks gaped in shock. This dragon could grant SEVEN wishes! He blanched for a moment. Then his mind screamed, "What the hell!"

"I wish I was immortal!" Trunks practically cheered.

The dragon rolled his eyes. "That is beyond my power. I can enchant existing objects, or bestow knowledge, but giving super powers is outside my reach."

So this dragon might grant more wishes... but he was also far more limited.

"Can you bring out latent potential?" Trunks asked.

The Dragon nodded. "I can create a one time use scroll, which can break your limiter. That will let you reach your full potential, and let you continue to grow infinitely. It will also make you immortal."

Trunks smiled. "I wish for that."

The dragons eyes glowed, and trunks took the magic scroll that was floating in front of him. Opening it... there were thousands of seemingly random symbols... and trunks had no idea how to use the thing.

"Errrrrr mind teaching me how scrolls work?" Trunks blushed.

The Dragon actually snickered. But his eyes glowed.

Trunks gasped as he suddenly knew not only how to use scrolls, but how to make them at Grand Master levels... all spells in the universe, he knew how to make them all as scrolls... even make more advanced scrolls, in the form of cards with spells on them...

And Trunks, saw a chance to do so much good. "I wish everyone in the universe had this knowledge!"

The Dragon blinked in surprise. Not used to unselfish wishes. Then... he smiled, "Unfortunately that, too, is beyond my power. But I can give the knowledge to all Scroll crafters, and those even vaguely interested in learning the trade."

Trunks sighed, he supposed that was better then nothing. He thought on it a bit "Could you also teach as many people as possible, on all inhabited worlds. Even if their world is unaware of scrolls."

The Dragon smiled, "I can bestow the knowledge to a million individuals, On every world. just can't push it to more then that."

"Then that's my wish."

The Dragon's eyes glowed red... and nothing appeared to happen. Trunks would just have to trust the dragon did as promised.

"Three wishes left," The Dragon informed. Trunks would have to start thinking more specifically about what he wanted.

Thinking on it a moment, Trunks decided to help everyone even more... and maybe make himself a bit less lonely.

"I wish for a gem, that when broken," knowing about those due to his knowledge of scrolls. Actually making this would count as a 'Legendary' artifact, and was beyond the teen to make himself. "Will unleash a spell to alter all sapient races. Giving them a Saiyan's ability to go super, manipulate ki, train anywhere, have power boost if they survive injuries, along with aging like we do.

"So like, they start small, then go through a massive growth spurt at 15. At which point they start aging by Galactic Standard Years, staying in their prime longer, and not degrading until their last 7% of their life. But still have different lifespans... they just age by Galactic Standard now, even if they mature at different rates."

The Dragon chuckled, "The Fates are going to hate you. but I can do that." His eyes glowed again, and a gem appeared in front of Trunks.

Taking it, Trunks quickly smashed it on the ground, unleashing the spell. He felt no different, but he wouldn't would he... Then, embarrassingly, he remember the scroll that would make him more powerful. Pulsing his ki into the scroll, he gasped as he finally felt himself change. The scroll burned away, and golden light enveloped the boy.

His power multiplied by billions. He could destroy the whole universe if he wanted, yet had perfect control of this strength. He knew he could even amplify this further. Transforming all the way to Super Saiyan 4. Divine ki coursed through him, which is what made him immortal.

Trunks stood tall, feeling amazing.

"I'm waiting," the Dragon curled his tail, clearly looking bored.

"S-sorry," Trunks blushed. "I wish... my Sword was unbreakable, while vastly increasing the wielder's power, along with doubling as a magical focus."

The dragons eyes glowed, as did Trunks sword. Until the light dimmed. Trunks thought hard on his last wish. "I wish to be an even greater inventor then my mother."

The Dragon smiled widely, "Now THAT I can do." and as his eyes grew red, one final time... the boy's mind filled with scientific, mechanical, and even magical casts.

Once Trunks' wishes were granted. The Dragon turned into light, and split off into 7 different directions. With the Sky, soon there after, turning back to a pleasant blue.

From there, Trunks got to work... until he realized all the changes he made were to this universe... and not his own. At which point he started screaming obscenities.

Trunks returns to the main universe, and finds its truly unaffected by the wishes.

From here, he went back to Earth, to get the Z Warriors help when the Androids first appeared... which proved... stupid...

So Trunks used his Time Capsule, to investigate the perfect moment to interfere, on his own... and discovered... something...

Trunks' new temporal maps, showed him WHY the Frost Demons harvested so many planets... even why they destroyed many others. It turned out, most Frost Demons, weren't evil... they just... couldn't survive. Even Frieza's sadism, was a coping mechanism for his people's struggles.

The average life expectancy, of a Frost Demon, was a little over 10 thousand years. While children mature so slowly, it took a hundred years to age one. Not even reaching their majority until they turn 3000 years old.

Despite their slow reproduction cycle... Frost Demons were too powerful, to die from most accidents, and were immune to all illnesses, outside genetic disorders. So their people rarely died... which meant their population rose quickly, despite the low birth rate.

No, the Frost Demons weren't evil... they were desperate. With such a large population, they couldn't gather enough resources to support themselves... not without conquering planets.

Even destroying worlds, served its purpose. As a planet's destruction, by a Ki blast, triggered a chain reaction. This meant, many of the asteroids the planets were reduced to... had veins of Lyrium. Which the Frost Demons needed to eat. Where naturally occurring Lyrium was exceedingly rare.

Unfortunately, Trunks didn't discover this until he acted. Having killed Frieza.

King Cold was laying on the floor, a bloody mess. He tried to get up, tried to force himself up. Everything in him screaming to get up... but he couldn't, his body was a mass of broken bones. Though, strangely, no fatal wounds had been landed.

The creature that did this to him? Some tiny humanoid. Peach Skin, blue hair, and barely looked like he finished puberty.

Yet the teenager had the power to best King Cold? That would induce all kinds of rage, if the god king of the Frost Demon race, didn't have other priorities.

The boy was stepping over to Frieza's crib. Clutching his sword... ready to murder the child, only a few days old. He stood there, for several moments... with King Cold feeling a level of panic, only a parent could. After far too long of deliberation. The boy put his sword away. King Cold nearly sighed with relief... that is, until the boy picked up the babe, holding him close...

Without saying a word, the boy turned around, and walked out of the room. Taking the baby with him.

Trunks... really didn't know how things had escalated to this. All he wanted to do was save his dimension.

A pair of Bio-Androids, had gone rogue and destroyed the world. Killing many people across his planet.

Trunks had gone back in time, to save the future... and Nearly made an even worse reality, by unleashing an even greater threat, in the form of another Android, named Cell.

They had just barely managed to defeat that enemy, and finally save the Earth... only for Trunks to realize he hadn't made the future any better.

The Frost Demons were still a plague across the galaxy. They needed to be stopped. By killing the greatest villain ever known. The one that destroyed so many lives. The one that tormented his own father... how did this happen!?

Frieza had destroyed hundreds of worlds, and enslaved thousands more. After Frieza, and more importantly his father, died... well, civil war had broken out with the slaves... a war they lost.

There was so much more Trunks had to do, then save his own world... even if it meant he might not be born in this new reality.

So Trunks went back to a moment, within King Cold's fortress... just after Frieza's egg hatched...

Not just Goku, but the Saiyan race, itself, and the dozens of hundreds just like it. So many trillions of lives... he could save them... all of them. If he just had the nerve to remove one monster.

A desire to save all of reality, somehow, resulted in Trunks adopting a mass murderer.

Trunks heard a mechanical wheezing, as the wind picked up, and some kind of blue shrine began to fade in and out of existence. Becoming solid.

A young man, as he appeared just 10 years older then Trunks, stepped out of his shrine. He was dressed like a college professor... but with pants too short, showing off his dark socks... and a ridiculous fez on his head. Which somehow emphasized the Bowtie. All three items clashing shades of red.

Calmly walking up to the boy. He held a confident swagger... and easily felt equal to Trunks in power... if not stronger.

The oddly dressed man smiled, "Hello Susan," but didn't give Trunks the chance to ponder such an introduction. Not like he'd remember, anyway. "Mind telling me, why'd you take the baby?" He immediately cut to the heart of the matter. But before Trunks could answer, the oddly dressed man elaborated. "Oh I know all about your plan. Raise a weapon powerful enough to act on your behalf, to prevent countless disasters. Total amateur hour for a Time Traveler.

"No, my question is, why him? You could take anyone. Goku mayhaps? You already know he has the potential for both power and raw goodness. You could simply take to training him, when he is younger, and thereby make him more powerful much faster. To take on Cell and your enemies.

"However, that isn't what you did. You took a child, someone who would grow into one of the most evil and villainous monsters in the universe. And thought... what?"

"Don't think I'm ignorant of your FIRST plan. You were going to kill the child in his crib. Save Goku, save the Saiyans, save the countless planets that babe would one day destroy. You took him, because you lost the nerve to kill him...

"So I suppose, a better question is: What if he doesn't grow up the way you intend. Will you kill him then?"

Trunks looked down at the babe in his arms. The boy hadn't even considered what he would do if his plan didn't work. He doubted he had it in him to kill a child he raised himself. The baby looks so innocent right now. Surely he wouldn't go down the same path.

As Trunks thinks, the babe reached out for him, clutching his jean coat. Trunks instantly knew... he didn't have the nerve to kill something so innocent... and he wouldn't be capable of hurting the child, even if things went poorly.

If this tiny baby grewup to be the same monster as before... Trunks wouldn't be capable of stopping him. He might even defend him from the likes of Goku... galaxy be damned.

Because that was the issue, wasn't it? The Frieza, of his time period, destroyed dozens of planets, and enslaved thousands of others. Trunks had seen the aftermath of the galaxy... and it had been left in ruins.

It wasn't just his home planet that needed saving, but countless other civilizations... and it all started with this boy...

Maybe Trunks really was in over his head? But he couldn't leave him with King Cold either. That man will guarantee the infant grows into a monster. His only option, this far into the game, was to go through with his plan, and hope for the best.

The oddly dressed man nodded, as if agreeing with words Trunks hasn't spoken.

"I've decided," The odd man smiled. "I'm gonna help you."

For 12 hundred years, the Doctor managed to remain anonymous to history. Oh, he still helped where he could, but he had gotten better at hiding his exploits from History.

Right now, his priority was making sure Frieza grew up right. Thankfully, the boy was turning into a fine young man... despite how long it was taking.

Frost Demons really do take far to long to mature. After over a thousand years, Frieza had only just entered puberty. Made apparent by his shrill voice cracking and squeaking.

Stepping into the kitchen, the Doctor spotted the Tween sitting at the table. Pouring himself a bowl of cereal. The boy was in his Base form. A largely pink form, which was a cross between a reptile and an amphibian.

He had cotton candy pink skin, with occasional patches of white and purple, on his exoskeleton. He even grew horns for his base form, on his much clunkier head, that looked like a naturally occurring helmet.

"How's the training going?" The Doctor forced a smile. Giving the child the attention he deserved.

"Annoying," Frieza grumbled. "This is a lot harder then I thought it be," He complained as he ate his tiny marshmallows. The Doctor could make him a lush breakfast of bacon and French toast, but the boy preferred his Lucky Charms. The child shoved in a spoon full well asking, "Why do I even got to learn this stupid form!?"

"It's been explained to you," The Doctor smiled.

This 'training' was rather simple. The boy was supposed to walk around, in his Base Form. It was Kinda the reverse of Saiyan training. Where Saiyans had to learn to hold their most powerful forms. Frost Demons had to learn to suppress their power. As training, in their repressed state, allowed them to increase the power of their true form. While also teaching them restraint.

Currently, they were just having him do his usual chores, and home schooling assignments. As to get used to the weaker state. To see how long he could hold it.

"And don't talk with your mouth full." The Doctor gently scolded.

The boy quickly swallowed, "Sorry... but this training is so stupid. I'm tired all the time and I'm not even doing anything!" The boy suddenly wailed, "Can't you talk to dad?"

The Doctor laughed, "You think he'll listen to me? F.T. is near unmovable when it comes to your training."

"YEAH! But normally we do fun stuff! LIKE SPARRING AND PRACTICING KI BLASTS! Right now, I'm just kinda walking around as a pink lizard. Is really easy, but I feel drained all the time. So dad won't let me do any proper training! Is totally unfair!" The little boy wailed. He did love to fight.

The Doctor opened his mouth to comment, but a new boy entered the room. Trunks rested a hand on Frieza's head, rubbing the exoskeleton, as if it was hair in need of ruffling. Trunk's own hair, was a light blue... in a bowl cut. So there were worse things then being part of a race without any hair at all, Frieza supposed.

"I know it's hard," Trunks smiled patiently at his son. "But the longer you hold onto this form, the easier it will be to use it. It will force you to learn control. Even over your True Form. Which should only be used sparingly. Can't have you accidentally destroying a moon."

Frieza just pouted. Which caused Trunks to sigh. "I know the training for it isn't exciting," Trunks spoke up. "but it will help you interact better with other kids. You're the one begging us to send you to a public school."

Frieza sneered, "WHAT KINDA SELF RESPECTING BOY WANTS TO RUN AROUND A SCHOOL ALL PINK ALL THE TIME!" The little boy shrieked. His adolescent voice hitting a pitch that hurt dogs' ears.

"Use your inside voice," The Doctor lightly scolded, and Frieza immediately adjusted the volume. "Is this about those kids that were teasing you?"

Frieza shifted in his seat, "... no..." the boy sounded rather unconvincing.

"You are very handsome, no matter what form your in," F.T. assured.

The boy just shrugged, looking all mopey.

"Tell you what," F.T. looked concerned. "Why don't we take a break from training your base for-"

Frieza suddenly shifted back to his original form, not a millisecond later.

His horns fully reseeded, and his exoskeleton became much smoother. Now an albino white, with a single purple line on the backs of his forearms and forelegs. As well as a purple patch on top of his head, in place of hair. Then a similar patch in the center of his chest, which couldn't currently be seen under his Pokemon shirt. As the Doctor made him clothes that would shift with his form.

"Thanks dad," the boy bounced up from the table, and ran out of the room. Nearly tripping on the legs of his baggy pajamas.

Trunks blinked, before looking at the Doctor, "I think we've been had."

The Doctor smiled, "He does have a way of manipulating us, doesn't he?"

Trunks suddenly looked worried, and the Doctor immediately responded by slapping him upside the head. "You seriously need to stop looking for 'evil' traits in the boy. All children are demons that try to manipulate their parents. He is a perfectly normal child, but if you keep freaking out whenever he does something bad, he will live down to your expectations. Just as any child would."

The young boy sighed, "I know. Its just easier said then done."

"Relax F.T. we've done a good job with that boy."

"Please stop calling me that," Asked F.T.

"Alright but it is a bit of a mouthful to call you ' Future Trunks' all the time."

"My name isn't Future." Future Trunks deadpanned.

"True, but it doesn't exactly hold the same ring to say 'Time Abnormality Trunks'." pointed out the Doctor.

"You could always just call me 'Trunks,' as that's my name." insisted 'Time Abnormality Trunks'.

"We have had this talk before," The Doctor smirked. "Technically this Timeline already has a Trunks of it's own. Or rather, it will one day.

"As a 'time abnormality', the Fates have no control over you. You literally decide your own destiny. The only reason they haven't eaten your soul, for such an insult, is because of me. So a little appreciation would be nice."

Trunks sighed, "Thank you Doctor." He repeated something he said often, whenever the Doctor got in one of his lecturing moods. Sometimes

Trunks felt like the Doctor thought Frieza wasn't the only child he had onboard this Time Machine... the fact he would frequently ground, and even Spank him, while introducing himself as Trunks' "Adoptive Father".

It became easier to accept, after the Doctor did some kind of telepathic therapy. To unlock Trunks' memories of his past lives... when Trunks remembered, he really was the Doctor's adopted child... Susan.

A Time Omnian's memories, just become "Clouded", on the rare instance they resurrect themselves. Not normally unlocking, 'til they turn the age they manifested as, for their last true regeneration.

Susan was in their early 40s. But Trunks' wish, gave him eternal youth... so he was trapped as a teenager. Meaning the Doctor had to force an awareness of past lives.

Future lives wouldn't have this problem. But this face would always be 16.

A few hours later, The Doctor was walking passed little Frieza's room... and caught a strange sight.

The boy was standing in front of a long mirror, frowning and poking at his pink arm. He was standing in nothing but his Pokemon underpants with his shorts and Tshirt on the bed.

The boy blushed purple as he looked over at the Doctor. Then hesitantly looked back at the mirror. "Why do I have to be pink?" The boy frowned as he poked his skin again. "People keep mistaking me for a girl!"

"That shrill voice doesn't help," The Doctor smiled as he came into the room. Sitting on the bed so Frieza could see him in the mirror.

"GEEZ THANKS!" The boy rolled his eyes. Then looked back at himself, not at all happy with what he saw.

"There is nothing wrong with the way you look. Pink is a common skin color for your species,"

"SO IS PURPLE!" Frieza sneered at the Doctor's reflection. "Why can't I be purple! Pink is just the WORST color!"

The Doctor shook his head. "You don't need to be so worried about being girly. That isn't even accurate. Boys and girls aren't really all that different for most species. Some are tough and sporty, where others are gentle and nerdy, and everything in between.

"Gender has really nothing to do with it. It is more cultural norms that cause the differences, and those are imposed purely by people thinking how others should be.

"You shouldn't be so concerned about what they demand of you. You are beautiful, don't be ashamed of it, own it. Be confident in yourself and most people will respect you for it."

Frieza sighed, "I get it."

"No you don't," The Doctor shook his head. "I have yet to meet a teenager, that has the slightest bit of confidence in who they are. You're just beginning to figure that out.

"Your father wants you to be a great warrior. I would like it if you lived the life of a scholar. It is entirely your decision who you will be, and you don't have to live up to either of our expectations. You could become a stay at home dad, a janitor, a dojo master. A man completely anonymous to history, but still just as important as a king.

"All that matters, is in the end, that your happy. That you grow up into someone who is kind, and doesn't care they are pink. All you have to do is learn to be happy with yourself, and your father and I will be proud whoever you growup into."

Frieza smiled, "You always give the cheesiest speeches," the boy shook his head.

"I'm an old man," The Doctor smiled, through his youthful looking face. "It's my prerogative."

"Thanks Grampa... but I still don't want to be pink," the boy's body began to shift, twisting into an assortment of different forms until turning back into his last. His snow white form with purple patches.

Because of this 'Annoying' training, it was much easier to ascend through his various forms. He was a minor shapeshifter by nature. Having a few predetermined transformations locked in his biology.

Frieza insisted. "But I think I prefer this face above the other's." It was, after all, his true form... with a noticable lack of pink.

"Indeed," The Doctor nodded, "I probably understand better then others, about what it is like to change your face. Although my weirdness seems limited compared to your's.

"This form is still you, but so is your Base Form. You shouldn't reject it. As the stronger it gets, the stronger your True Form becomes. If you stay in this form all the time, you won't advance nearly as quickly."

"Not everything is about power," Frieza shrugged.

"Good lad," The Doctor smiled. "I just wish such a mature sentiment wasn't forged through insecurity. Pink is cool. Don't let anyone tell you different."

"Purple is cooler," The boy snarked. Always wanting to get the last word in, so the Doctor let him.

King Vegeta stood in horror, as his planet was shattered apart in front of him. For a Crime committed a dozen generations before Saiyans even touched the stars... all because some, likely long dead, half breed crossed their current master.

Cold looked down at the planet, watching it burn. King Vegeta made no comment, showed no weakness... though none could comprehend the sensation of watching his planet reduced to a small asteroid field.

"Where is he?" King Cold growled.

Vegeta kept the outrage, the horror, the sheer need to weep, out of his voice. Instead, he spoke with the dignity of a King. "The wretched thing that stole your youngest son." As the King's scientist recently discovered the beings species. "Was a Hybrid. From long before my people were allowed under your guidance. It was likely working on behalf of it's mother's race."

Cold clutched his fist. He knew, deep down, that was most likely true... but the scientist class weren't able to identify the mother species... only Saiyan. The other species wasn't in their data banks. Probably from some obscure planet, in the fringes... and there was no way to identify them all. He had been trying, for thousands of years. As he expanded his Empire across the Galaxy.

He may have acted hastily, atomizing the Saiyan Homeworld. Along with everything else in the system. But he had been given hope. Hope of finding his son... only for the lead to be revealed as a dead end... To give someone hope, only to take it away... that would make anyone dangerous.

Regardless, this served as a good reminder to his slaves. If even one of them crossed him, all would be punished.

"The Tuffle once used your children as pets?" Cold spoke casually.

"Yes my lord." King Vegeta nodded. Hoping, what was left of his race, would be spared.

"Cooler has been begging me for a new pet," Cold shrugged. "I would be most appreciative, if you delivered your son to him."

Vegeta made not to flinch. "Of Course, Sire. Tarble will do his best to entertain him."

"While Tarble certainly has the mannerisms of a good pet. I believe Cooler would have a much better time, learning responsibility, if he took to training a more rowdy animal."

Vegeta bowed his head, realizing, losing his favorite son... was better then extinction for his whole race. Besides, Cooler was not like his father... he would be a far more merciful Master.

Entering the control room, The Doctor found Trunks, just staring at a screen... poor boy looked like he'd been crying.

"I need to fix this." Trunks insisted.

The Doctor immediately knew what he was talking about. He had a psychic awareness of history. Seeing all the key moments that have, could, or should never happen... although the details are lost on him.

So the Doctor knew of Planet Vegeta's destruction. Just as he knew, it would happen eventually. Time Travellers might be able to delay fixed points... but they can't prevent them.

The Doctor sighed, he thought he prepared the boy for this inevitability. Yet the kid was still trying to bargain with the universe. "There is no fixing this. It's a fixed point, reasserting itself."

"We don't have to change the fixed point!" Trunks insisted. "It's already destroyed, we can't stop that. But what we can do, is bring them back."

The Doctor blinked, "Come again."

"The Dragon balls, Doctor. We can't stop it from happening, but we can make it not matter. We just need to Wish the Planet Vegeta back in the Sky... or rather... I need to. I need to leave for a little while, but I'll be back."

Trunks used his Time Machine. To go to the moment his mother met Goku. When Goku was 12 and Bulma was 16. Years after Gohan Senior died. So he could join them on their adventure. Befriending the Z Warriors along the way.

Shenron, was happy, as he always was. Living in a realm of eternal bliss, he had little reason to ever be anything but. Then, he felt it. The call. Sighing, he decided to get to work. Stepping into the mortal plane, he created his usual light show, and fanfare.

Nearby the artifacts that willingly bound him, he saw a boy with a monkey tail. The boy just stared at him. Waiting for his friends to join him.

"What is your wish?" Shenron asked the boy. Who reeked of innocence.

The boy shrugged, "It's not my wish." And looked back to his friends. Whom quickly reached him. Looking at each other.

Shenron gave a rare smile. At least, rare for when he was out of his bliss dimension.

This boy was willing to sacrifice his wish for another. He was worthy of... an old clause. One he could give at his own discretion.

A blue haired human walked up, awing at the dragon. "You're real..." She spoke as if she hadn't expected it.

With her was a small, bipedal, pig, and a flying... blue thing. It looked a bit like a cat, but not quite. Then there was a long haired, rough looking teenage boy, about the girl's age.

An odd assortment of people.

"Well," Blue hair smiled at monkey tail. "Aren't you gonna make your wish?"

Goku blinked, "Didn't you want a-"

Bulma quickly covered his mouth. "I think you deserve this more then me." they were all so Glorious. It warmed an old Dragon's heart.

"Somebody make a wish!" Shenron demanded, pretending this wasn't getting to him.

"Let me," Trunks walked over. And Shenron frowned, wanting to grant the kind boy a wish instead.

The blue haired boy stood tall, and demanded, not asked. "I wish planet Vegeta, with all it's inhabitants, was resurrected."

The Dragon sighed. "The destruction of Planet Vegeta is a fixed point. It cannot be altered."

Trunks gaped, before horror set in.

"Make a more reasonable wish," The Dragon demanded.

Trunks deflated, looking at Goku. "You should have it."

"O-okay," The boy, with the monkey tail, looked up at the eternal dragon. Clearly thinking about what he wanted. Then Shenron saw it click, just before the boy spoke the words. "I wish I had my family back!"

Immediately, Shenron understood the boy ment his adoptive grandfather. That shouldn't be hard... but he said family. There was wiggle room to make him truly happy. Shenron loved doing his best, to grant wishes that would please the little mortals that worked so hard to reach him.

"Doable," was all Shenron said, as his eyes glowed red. And 4 individuals appeared out of the light of the Dragon Balls.

He repressed a smile, as He felt gods of death curse his name.

"Grampa?" the monkey boy whispered. Running into an old man's arms. Before looking at the other three people... with monkey tails, and quils for hair, much like his own.

There was a Woman, in pink, bronze, and black armor. A tall man, looking much like the small boy. Then, there was a teenager, although he barely qualified as such, being around 19.

The teen was the only one who looked confused.

"Dad?" The teen realized, "Mom? How... how is this possible?"

The tailed man waved off, "Wish granting dragon god." Before looking at the little boy. A proud smile on his face. He had been watching both his sons, through the veil of the afterlife... and was particularly proud of this child.

His mate got on her knees, and hugged the child. Pulling him away from the old human, which the man allowed.

"Hello Kakarot," She whispered. "I'm your mother."

The boy froze in the grasp. "I think you got the wrong person lady," Denied the boy. "I'm Son Goku."

"That's your adoptive name," His mother patiently explained. "Your birth name, is Kakarot. I don't particularly mind which you choose to call yourself."

"I do," Grunted the father.

The mother rolled her eyes, "Ignore him. Your father is just an argumentative man by nature."

The father looked up, eying Shenron. "You still here?"

Shenron scoffed. But realized he could be seen as intruding on a precious moment. "Once every millennium. I can choose someone to grant three Wishes, instead of one. I think your boy has earned that right."

The father's eyes widened, before looking back at his boy. "Do you mind if I make a wish of my own?"

The boy gave a hesitant nod. Well... that backfired, but the offer was already made. Shenron would have to grant the wishes.

"Speak," The Eternal Dragon, grumpily demanded.

Bardock smiled, "I wish all with Saiyan blood, were brought here. With a desire to cooperate and live peacefully with each other, and the natives of this world."

The Dragon smiled, "Now that's how you make a wish." He congratulated, then his eyes turned red. In a flash of light, thousands of Saiyans and young hybrids appeared within the surrounding desert.

"Last wish," The dragon purred.

Trunks spoke up, "I Wish all the Saiyan Fusions of the Future. Each had their own permanent body, separate from the people they are fused from."

The dragon smirked, "Really trying to increase Saiyan power, I see. But the conflicting timelines, it makes it difficult for me to affect them... though I may be able to, if they're synced up." The dragon's eyes glowed red. "It is done."

A bakers dozen, Saiyans and hybrids, suddenly appeared in front of Trunks... Most were between Goku's and Vegeta's current ages... although Gotenks and, the others based on children, appeared to be new-borns

Shenron turned into formless light, as he disappeared back into the bliss dimension. From their the orbs, his "Dragon Balls", flew into the air, before once again scattering across the world. Leaving some truly stupefied mortals behind.

Each of the families appeared near their kin. With the adults bonding over being reunited, and introducing their hybrid children... unfortunately, Bardock's wish had separated them from their alien mates.

To make the transition smoother, the Dragon made them all aware of what happened. That he was the one to bring them together.

Prince Vegeta had appeared nearest the Dragon balls. Near the Fusions of his future self... and Raditz family. The teenage prince felt nothing but annoyance at that.

"Father," Prince Vegeta calmly approached the older man. He'd seen the man a few times. Cooler made sure to bring Vegeta with him, whenever he visited Cold's Ship. To 'play' with his Sire... although it been a couple years since they last met.

The King merely held out his hand. "Tail!" He demanded. Getting the young Prince to flinch. His mind suddenly going back to his first few years of life.

Nervously, his tail unwrapped itself from around his waist... and hesitantly put itself within his father's grasp.

Immediately father got a firm grip around the tail. The young prince fell to his knees, gasping and groaning in pain... and blushing at the humiliating way his father chose to discipline him. While still not understanding why his father was punishing him. In front of other Saiyans, no less!

"What's this I've been hearing about you killing Saiyans!?" his gruff Elder demanded.

The Prince growled, shaking his head.

"I expect an answer, cub," The King grunted. "Surely you haven't lost all your manners."

"C-Cold O-ordered me to-to hunt down threats!" The Prince exclaimed, feeling all of 5 years old.

"What's in your head, cub!" The King growled. "Why were you even listening to Cold. Weren't you supposed to be being pampered by Cooler! Why did you leave his side, to help in Cold's massacres?"

"I..." Vegeta struggled to talk through the pain. Having forgotten where that usually leads. "I wanted... be Warrior! L-like our people." he tried to explain. One of the teenager's eyes forcing itself shut, and refusing to open. All well he spoke in broken sentences.

Unfortunately, the Prince remembered too late. Talking back always got his father to squeeze harder... and longer. As he added to the lecture. The Prince gave out a brief yell, before clamping his mouth shut. Insisting on taking this like a man.

"You should have focused on restoring our people! Not threaten to destroy What's left of it!" King Vegeta, pointed at someone nearby. "Look at your brother!"

Prince Vegeta was shocked to see Tarble, his little brother, was actually standing nearby. The boy was a good few years younger then his elder brother. So not quite a teenager, himself.

The boy was covering his tail, as if expecting to be next.

Vegeta hadn't seen his little brother since they were toddlers. The boy had been sent away, due to being weak.

Regardless of that fact, their King and Father, spoke in pride of his youngest, to shame his elder.

"Tarble not only managed to get away, from the Planet Trade Organization, but he spent the years after our world's destruction, finding as many survivors as he could. He turned his space ship into a mobile colony. Staying out of King Cold's way, as our people prepared themselves for a counter strike."

Tarble felt he should point out, he wasn't involved in the attack plans. Those were more the fantasies of the Saiyans he found.

There were thousands of Survivors, that had been off world when Cold destroyed their home. And while Tarble hadn't found all of them, or even most of them, he never stopped looking... and never stopped hoping his big brother would find them... but maybe it was best he hadn't. Not if he was hunting rogue Saiyans.

"Meanwhile, you talk down to the few Saiyans in your care. Do tricks for that Sociopath that killed off your people. And abandon every scrap of honor I tried to instill in you! You didn't even find Broly! Our ultimate hope, The mutation I sent off to train, due to his power level surpassing Cold as an new born.

"If you had just gotten that cub, and trained him yourself, COLD WOULD HAVE DIED A DECADE AGO. Everything you've done, these past 9 years, has brought me nothing but SHAME!"

The young Prince finally began to weep. Not from the pain in his tail, but from the sheer words his father spoke.

The King released his son, before forcing the cub to his feet... and giving him a hug.

"I still love you," The King swore, hugging his son tightly. "But we really need to get that monster's lessons out of your head. You're going to start listening to Nappa. As you should have from the beginning. He is your instructor, I don't care how much more powerful you are compared to him. You aren't grown yet, and you need to learn respect before you can expect it."

Patting his son's shoulder, The King broke the hug. Then looked over at his youngest.

"Tarble?" Spoke the King. The smaller cub eeped, as his father walked over to him, with purpose. The boy relaxed, as his father pulled him into a hug of his own. Their tails coiling around each other. "I knew, if given the chance, you'd grow up to be a great Saiyan."

Parting slightly, though still hugging his cub. The King looked into his eyes. "You might not have grown into the warrior I wanted you to be. But you are a hero none the less."

Tarble blushed, "Father..." not knowing what to say.

King Vegeta gently gave his son another squeeze, before parting. His tail untangling itself from the cub... and pretending not to notice the boy's tail trying to weakly pull it back.

Tarble was always more emotional, then generally thought appropriate, for Saiyans. Regardless-

"I'm proud of you," The King said the words Tarble had never gotten to hear.

• Meanwhile .

Gohan gave a sigh, as Goku finally fell asleep... cuddling up in the old man's lap. The boy had refused to leave his side. Much to the chagrin of his biological father.

Gohan was doing his best to be what the boy needed him to... and not informing him that he didn't want to be resurrected. Gohan was happy, in the afterlife... training alongside gods and other champions... he missed Goku, of course, and that tiny spark of discontent, is what let the Dragon resurrect him... but he had been truly happy in the halls of heroes.

It be hard to adjust to this cruel world again... but at least he was back with Goku.

Gine, the boy's mother, was pressed up against the old man. So she could better admire her youngest... and gently pet his quills.

"I spoke with Bardock," Gine smiled, as her hand moved through her son's hair. "He'll stand down, and submit to what you decide is best for our child."

Gohan eyed her, "How'd you swing that?"

Gine shrugged, "It was fairly easy. We Saiyans may have a king, but we are a matriarchy. He is obligated to listen to me, as the head of the family. The females rule the homes, and own the land, while the males protect it.

"Both my Mate, and eldest son, wanted to challenge you, for the role of Alpha Male. But your Power Level is so far above their's, and while they have been improving their own Ki, you've been training alongside gods. They wouldn't stand a chance against you. So I denied them the right to try."

Gohan sighed, "Anything, in particular, I'm expected to do?"

Gine shrugged, "You're role is largely as my enforcer, bodyguard, confidant, and adviser.

"You can choose to boss the other males around, and they are obligated to submit to you're authority. But if they feel you are abusing this privilege, they will inform me, and if I find it's true, I will demand you submit to me, and you are expected to cooperate. Even though you are far stronger then me."

"'Submit' meaning," Gohan eyed carefully.

The Saiyan shrugged, opening her mouth, then suddenly closed it... eying the lack of tail. "I honestly don't know," She admitted. "Normally, that means I demand your tail, you give it over, and I squeeze it 'til I deem your sufficiently remorseful.

"Without a tail of your own. I may have to be forced to give you a slap with my tail. But that is usually reserved for the more extreme cases of disobedience. Like refusing to submit.

"True fights, for discipline, is considered a last resort, within the clan... although it's your primary tool, outside of it.

"Saiyans may love a good fight, but it's more important to show respect to authority figures, in the family. So all the members of the clan, should willingly submit to you.

"If someone acts up, male or female, in any way you find inappropriate, including little Kakarot here, just demand their tail and squeeze it. If they refuse to give you their tail. Then you can kick the shit out of them until they do.

"If one challenges you, and fails to beat you, demand their tail, and squeeze. Don't just reach out and grab it, that's considered an abuse of power...

"And don't expect any apologies. That is considered something very personal in our culture. A display of vulnerability, only appropriate towards a mate or parental figure...

"Personally, I think Kakarot is too quick to apologize... I realize that is just how you raised him, with human values. But it's the equivalent of a toddler crying and begging over every little thing. It might get him a good deal of bullying from the other cubs.

"So it's a good thing you taught him how to fight," She chuckled. "I imagine he's got a lot of scrapes coming his way... oh! And don't punish the cubs for fighting. They aren't expected to be able to hold back, until they enter puberty. That is when their parents, big emphasis on parents, start teaching them restraint.

"Saiyan children are little more than feral beast, and it is considered too cruel to expect them to act civilly. Kakarot only adjusted to that, because he has literal brain damage... his Saiyan instincts are diluted... which again, will get him bullied.

"He needs to toughen up some," Gine nodded adamantly.

Gohan sighed, "I like Goku the way he is."

Gine smiled, "Honestly? So do I... I just worry how the other cubs will react to his gentle nature. Kak... Goku is already looked down on for being so weak, by Saiyan standards.

"I'd like to send him off on a few missions, to help toughen him up."

Gohan glared at her, "You still intend to do... 'Missions'?"

Gine shrugged, "I doubt they will involve nearly as much genocide. But we are a warrior race."

Over the Next Few Hours.

In this Time Period, Bulma had a few trillion dollars to her name. As the heiress of the largest corporation on the planet. Capable of putting vehicles, supplies, and even entire buildings, inside a finger sized Capsule, for easy transport.

So she worked closely with King Vegeta. Arranging for each new clan of Saiyans, to get their own luxury manor. Built to the King's specifications. It was purely a matter of programming, and resources. Both of which Bulma could mass produce in under an hour.

Thanks to having her own Capsule factory with her, on hand, ironically in a Capsule. She produced hundreds of homes, with each extended family getting one.

Modifying their windows, to make it so the moons Beta Waves couldn't affect the Saiyans.

Then each had a communal bathhouse, a dining hall, a gravity based training room, a luxury kitchen, an arcade (filled with Earth games), and various other luxuries. Along with a few dozen Private chambers... which were strangely more of an afterthought.

Where each chambers was made of only two bedrooms, a sitting lounge, a patio, a half bath (Meaning just a toilet and sink), and a walk in closet.

Bulma also gave them a number of Capsule buildings, for the functional necessities of a city. Such as a school, factories, dojos, council chambers, post office, stores, research labs, and everything else a society would need...

Bulma even bought their "space credits" as she called them, for the equivalent of Earth Currency. As she was planning to spend that herself, in the greater galaxy.

All in exchange for giving her a data-pad, with all Saiyan scientific knowledge, and blueprints to their own inventions... including their space ships.

Trunks was assigned a living quarters in the King's own home. Which was a mighty Palace, at the heart of the city. With the necessary buildings, to a society, placed in districts around the Palace. Then the housing district surrounded the edge of the city.

While the Fusions shared their own manor. Not that far from the Palace. Where they were declared a branch clan of the royal family... mostly for their high power levels, and many of them having Prince Vegeta's traits.

Then Goku was living with his own kin, on the outskirts of town. With Goku and Bardock's direct efforts, to bringing the Saiyans together, resulting in them being recognized, as a noble house.

• Hours more, after the Saiyans were settled.

"What do you mean, I'm not the Heir!" Prince Vegeta raged. "I'm your first born!"

The King could only sigh. "Cold is a closed minded bigot. He knows nothing about Saiyan Culture. While Nappa is a coward, who didn't contradict any of that monsters, inaccurate lessons. Your lessons on all things Saiyan, my little Cub, are all wrong.

"The Heir of the Saiyan Empire, is the Strongest Saiyan. You might be powerful, but you aren't the strongest. Not by a long shot. So shut up, and be content with your place. Not like you even have the right temperament for ruling, anyhow."

The 14 year old Prince, crushed the glove he was wearing, as he glared at his father. Feeling his anger explode, his fist lashed out, attempting to bash the old man's face in.

However, the moment the fist was in range, The King snagged it out of the air, and glared at his disrespectful cub... until he noticed the look of horror on the boy's face... as if he was scared his father, his own father, was about to kill him.

The King sighed, "We are a warrior race, but we are not without compassion... you need never fear me, my son."

The Prince's tough guy facade reemerged. Scoffing as he jerked his fist out of the grasp.

"You have much to learn, cub," The king gave another sigh. Deciding to ignore the attempted punch, and continue his lecture.

"Saiyans instinctively respect the strongest. It is how we were so easily conquered by the Frost Demons, and the Tuffle before them. We submitted to their rule, willingly, because they were more powerful then ourselves.

"While, with the Frost Demons, this may have been more literal, for the Tuffle... we saw their superior technology, which could best our strongest warriors, and were too primitive to understand the difference.

"No my cub, while you were once the Heir. That was not because you were my blood, but because you were the strongest child born. But Another child was born a few years after you, which far surpassed your own power. But, if you want, when he reaches the age of challenge, you may put yourself against his might. To see if you can become the proper heir."

"The age of Challenge?" Vegeta sneered, although it was clearly fake. As the boy was still a bit nervous.

Tarble spoke up. "Pumpki, my tutor, told me about that," With Prince Vegeta's outburst, the King had nearly forgotten his other Cub was here... Vegeta junior was always over-shadowing his brother. Even when he was a disappointment. "The right of challenge comes in three stages.

"First, when you turn 15 years old (When an aliens aging starts to slow), you can start refusing orders, like from an elder or commanding officer, but ya gotta beat them in a fight, in a formal duel.

"Then, when you're 30 years old (That's the equivalent of 18 for aliens), you can challenge your clan's Alpha Male, to a duel for his position... but you still gotta listen to the Alpha Female." Tarble stressed, for his ignorant older brother.

"And finally, at 42 years old (When Saiyans are the equivalent of 21), you can challenge the King for his position... although that's the only one that commonly results in death of the Challenger. More rarely the King, as they tend to be more graceful about losing."

King Vegeta gave his youngest a proud nod. While Prince Vegeta glared at his know-it-all little brother.

The King decided to sidestep that as well. "Just because the current Heir, Broly, is more powerful then you, doesn't mean he is guaranteed to beat you in a fight... another thing you don't understand." The king gave a disappointed sigh. "Power levels aren't everything, technique and skill matters just as much, if not more. The one to win a fight, is more often then not, the one with the most guts.

"You may prove to be more skilled then Broly. But you must earn your role as 'Heir'. Until you do, you will always be a Prince."

Vegeta Tsk'ed.

The King continued, "So for now, Broly is the proper heir. I sent him away, in secret. Trusting his father would train him. So we could one day use his might to kill Cold. This cub... his power level surpassed The combined might of the Frost Demons, even in the womb. His birthing was so intense... it killed his mother... I should have considered that before trusting his father with the boy.

"Paragus has... not treated the boy as a worthy heir... he has committed crimes, and manipulations, unforgivable in our culture.

"Broly was once the hope of our world, but his father chose to run his own agenda, instead."

Prince Vegeta eyed his father, still a little nervous that he dared to strike the man... though slowly relaxing, as their father just continued the lecture... instead of killing him... as Cold would have... as Prince Vegeta, himself, would have.

The King eyed his eldest, "You were barely 5 years old, when taken from us... with Cold killing your mother, for refusing to hand you over... As a result, all you know about Saiyans, is the twisted things Cold told you... I intend to put a great deal of effort, in your re-education."

There was a knock at the chamber doors.

"Come in," The King growled.

Pumpki, Tarble's former tutor, stepped in, and gave a low bow. The young man had been given a respectable job, as the King's secretary. As reward for doing such a good job raising Tarble.

Pumpki was a low class Saiyan. Too weak to be a Warrior, but that didn't mean he couldn't have a respectable position in their society.

Most of the Saiyans, that had originally survived, had been either the strongest... or the weakest... mostly the Weakest...

"They better have found Broly," King Vegeta glared. As he had given orders, not to disturb his sons' lessons, otherwise.

"They have Sire," informed Pumpki. "Unfortunately, Paragus managed to escape off world. But the High Class Warriors were able to save Broly... He's not in good shape sire. Paragus used his son like a weapon, to buy him time for his escape."

King Vegeta closed his fist, as well as his eyes. "That thing really is without honor. It is no longer Saiyan." Then looked back at the young man. "Did the High Class have to hurt the boy too badly."

Pumpki snorted, "They barely landed a scratch on him. His very skin was too tough for them to even bruise. No the cub just started crying when he realized his... father," He growled the word, not thinking the thing worthy of even that title. "Left without him."

King Vegeta sighed, "So you mean he is in poor shape, emotionally."

"No my Lord," Pumpki shook his head. "He has numerous old scars... a shock collar, surgically grafted to his nervous system... and... his tail..." not wanting to say it in front of the cubs.

The King waved for the man to continue. He was already aware of all this, which was the reason he ordered Paragus be found and captured... as that thing was not worthy of a Saiyan's right to die fighting.

However the King's sons would learn of all this, soon enough. As the King intended to bring his Heir to the Palace. To be raised beside his own cubs.

Pumpki gulped, not wanting to say it, but obeyed his king, "He cut off the Cub's tail."

Both boys gasped, and it pained Pumpki for having to put that look of horror on Tarble's face... he thought of the boy as his own cub. Which was part of the reason the King allowed him to stay so close.

Even Prince Vegeta, was horrified that anyone would cut off a Saiyan's tail. Much less their own family... their own father. He'd expect King Vegeta to kill him, sooner then cut off his tail.

"He did worse then cut it off," King Vegeta explained. "He surgically removed it... So that it can never grow back."

All those unaware, turned green, Tarble even ran over to the waste bin... to vomit.

Pumpki forgot all decorum, and ran over, rubbing circles on Tarble's back.

King Vegeta just sighed, as his eldest glared at their father.

"Did you really have to say that in front of him!" Prince Vegeta pointed at his brother. "He's just a cub!"

"So are you," The King eyed. "and you both need to be aware, of just what this boy has been through. He is still the heir, still our hope. I expect you both to help him on his road to recovery."

• One Week Later:

Trunks was sitting on his patio, enjoying a calming cup of tea. Waiting for the Moon to rise, and enduring the Sunset beforehand. The Doctor had gotten him hooked on things like this. A warm tea, while watching the stars.

It... was weird... Trunks had just barely been accepted into the royal family. And, King Grampa...

A week, after everything was said and done, Trunks had gone back to the Doctor. Where he intended to spend the next 130 days. Before going back to King Grampa, for a single Day... so that Frieza could age at the same rate as Goku...

Completely ignoring Frieza would only interact with his friends, 4 times a year.

The Doctor immediately dragged Trunks back... a couple days late of course. With King Vegeta in a right panic at where Trunks got to.

The Doctor introduced himself as Trunks adoptive father, and explained Trunks' plan. Which the older Saiyan was equally pissed about... and then the Doctor demonstrated how people without tails, discipline children.

(Author's Note: The following italics show a spanking scene. Feel free to skip if that doesn't interest you.)

Trunks found himself over The Doctor's lap. Having been made to bare his own backside. " A means of showing, he accepts the consequences of his actions. Much like how Saiyan children, must give you there tail, of their own accord. If they've behaved particularly poorly, you can have them fetch a tool to use to spank them with. Such as a hair brush, switch, paddle, or even a belt."

Then Trunks was finally guided over the Doctor's lap. All the while the Doctor explained each step, and the reasons behind them. Even why slapping the boy's rear, was preferable to anywhere else. As the layers of fat and muscle, made it less likely of any actual injury. While the Clusters of nerves make it more sensitive, with less damage.

Trunks was all kinds of embarrassed, as The Doctor gave clinical explanations. Clearly so the older Saiyan could do this himself. For future misdeeds... part of Trunks was worried that meant the Doctor was going to hand over his care to the boy's grandfather... and abandon him.

So the teen allowed himself to cry extra hard... at the repeated slaps to his bare rear.. until the thousand year old teenager, was a sobbing mess.

Halfway through the punishment, the Doctor asked if "King Grampa" would like to give it a try. Then directed Trunks to get up, and get on King Vegeta's lap.

The boy had sobbingly obeyed. Then shrieked bloody murder, as his "King Grampa" learned what was appropriate force.

Needless to say, Trunks was a very sorry boy, and promised not to "run off" again... it was kinda surprising how gentle the king was, as Trunks continued to cry when it was all over.

The Doctor started explaining the importance of aftercare, but King Grampa waved him off, saying he understood that bit already. Given he had two rambunctious sons of his own. Who responded similarly whenever he squeezed their tails.

Then the Doctor put Trunks' fears to ease, as he asked if he could share a quarters with trunks.

( End Spanking Scene.)

Later that very day, The Doctor revealed to the king he had one of his counterparts do a favor for him. Thet That Doctor, gathered the Namekian Dragon Balls. And wished all Saiyans, including all future Saiyans and hybrids, had longevity. That they could still die a warrior's death. But old age would not claim them, nor do more then turn their quills grey.

Then preceeded to restore the youth of older Saiyans. As well as make it so Frieza would mature at the same rate as Saiyan children... and live just as indefinitely.

Then used his 5th wish, to break all Saiyan Limiters. Plus give them complete control in their great ape form. And extreme anger, triggering that form, not the moon. With an instinctive knowledge how to control their forms.

The King was, needless to say, stunned. However he responded with the dignity of a king. Calmly thanking the ancient Time Traveller, and officially accepting him into the Royal Family... after confirming all this, through quantum scans, and transforming practice.

Now the whole Saiyan race could reach Super Saiyan 4. And stack the Great Ape form, with All Super Saiyan forms

King Vegeta, walked out to his balcony, thinking on all his people had accomplished in a week.

Admittedly, it was mostly the Doctor and Bulma's doing... giving incredible amounts of Aid to their race.

Bulma had even put The King in touch, with the global president. Getting him to agree to use the Saiyans as an independent branch of this world's military.

King Vegeta had to name a senator, to sit on the planet's Council, but the Saiyans weren't even the first non-humans this world dealt with. So they could easily adjust to an alien race of refugees, especially if they had Capsule Corp vouching for them.

The most troubling thing was harboring Frieza and the cub that stole him. They should be thousands of years old. But instead, the Frost Demon was the equivalent of a Saiyan 12 year old. Where Trunks, himself, barely looked 16.

It was even more troubling to learn, Planet Vegeta was fated to be destroyed. The King's future grandson, had actually kidnapped Frieza to stop it... but that did nothing, in the end... The poor cub, had taken on the burden, of saving their world... and failed. But at least he helped gather the survivors.

Regardless of the why, King Vegeta had taken responsibility of the young hybrid, and the son he kidnapped. Despite the fear of Cold's reaction... and a tiny bit of plotting to use the Frost Demon child to kill Cold. Until the Wish that made even the weakest Saiyan, even stronger then Cold.

As soon as the humans finished their fleet, the Saiyans would destroy the Frost Demons, and liberate all slave worlds.

Until then, the Saiyans had a few years to catch their breath.

King Vegeta needed to build a new normal for his people, and was arranging a mating dance next month.

Trunks, immortal child or not, was just old enough to be chosen by a female... which meant Vegeta, now that he accepted the boy into his clan, had certain responsibilities to present the boy to a suitable mate.

That usually fell to the female mother... but King Vegeta's wife had been killed by King Cold. As a means of punishing Vegeta for some imagined grievance... best not to dwell on such things. She died well, and he should be proud of that.

This meant, it was now Vegeta's duty to find suitable mates for the cubs in his care. While Females may choose their mate, males would attend gatherings, and perform tribal dances, to let the females know they were looking.

Vegeta would have to start teaching the boy how to dance. A very specific dance, that would speak all his intentions.

The child had explained he was "gay". Which apparently did not mean he was "happy", but rather that he desired a male mate. Humans have words for everything.

That wouldn't be an issue, at least not to Saiyans, who were largely "bi". King Vegeta imagined he could find some female, that would be willing to let her mate take a consort. It was a fairly common practice, in Saiyan culture.

There were even dance moves, so Trunks could express he wished to be a consort, with no interest in breeding with the female.

Not wanting to breed with a female at all, might be known to the Saiyans, to the point they had a dance move to express it. However, that would make him less desirable to add to a pack.

Hopefully, the notoriety of claiming a prince, would outweigh that character flaw. After all, a consort was expected to help with the Cubs, the cooking, the cleaning, and protecting the home. They were basically the male equivalent of a "Traditional Wife" on this planet.

A more submissive male partner, was of great interest to many females... but again they would already have to have a mate, as Trunks wouldn't be willing to satisfy her.

King Vegeta was, admittedly, a tad worried no clan would want the boy. Especially given, he had a Frost Demon for a ward... there was no dance move to indicate THAT, but there was one for adopted alien ward... it just be a nasty surprise what KIND of Alien.

Of course, most in the village had already heard about Trunks and Frieza. Though, thankfully, they had come to accept them. Still, it was one thing to accept the child into the village, and another into their direct family.

After staring at the stars, for a few hours, Trunks made his way to the royal bathhouse... he still wasn't used to bathing in anything outside a stream. Gohan... his "future" Gohan, would insist they keep clean. Finding safe places for them to wash up. But it was always in cold streams, or lakes.

Even in the TARDIS, Trunks preferred taking a bath in the onboard pool.

Once Trunks reached the bath, he was a little surprised by all the steam. Toeing the water, it was uncomfortably warm.

"I've been meaning to ask,"

Trunks jumped, turning with lightning reflexes, and unleashing a powerful kick. Only for a hand to grasp his leg.

The owner of the hand, turned out to be none other then King Grampa. The older Saiyan smiled, a predatory grin. Before slamming his palm against Trunks chest, and sending him flying into the large shallow pool.

Trunks was under water, for all of a moment, but it was enough to get soap up his nose. Sitting up, Trunks started coughing up a storm. While King Grampa just continued to smile.

"Not bad cub," He praised, clearly proud. "Not many can force me to block."

Trunks continued to cough. However he eventually got control of himself. In time for his grandfather to disrobe.

Soon enough, Trunks was blushing as his elder washed his hair.

"Want to tell me how it happened?" King Grampa suddenly asked. Leaving Trunks all manner of confused. "Your tail, boy."

Trunks blushed. He never really thought about his lack of a tail... although he did know what happened to it.

"My mom had it removed, when I was born," Trunks shrugged.

He felt Vegeta Senior freeze in place, before the man exploded, "YOUR MOTHER DID THIS TO YOU!" With absolute horror in his voice.

Trunks didn't know why he was so horrified by that. "She was a human, and couldn't handle a Saiyan cub."

"So she cut off your TAIL!" The king wasn't really asking a question there. Still Trunks felt inclined to explain.

"It's not like she got a pair of scissors. She had highly trained surgeons remove it. I was put under, and was too young to notice a difference."

"And where was Prince Vegeta in all of this?" The king growled.

"Busy protecting the planet from Androids." Trunks shrugged. "Gohan told me he was pissed, but it was too late to change anything."

King Grampa took in a breath. "I'm surprised he didn't kill her."

Trunks eyes widened, to the point they stung with Shampoo. He yelped, as his grand-dad pulled him into a hug.

"It's going to be okay," The man insisted. "Everything is going to be o-okay. I won't let anyone do anything to you again."

Trunks blinked, trying to rub the soap out of his eyes... which made his Grandfather appear to think he was crying. The man was treating him like an abuse victim.

"I'm fine," Trunks tried to express. "Really! She was a good mom." That just got him hugged tighter. Are tails really that important?

CODEX: Timeline.

The Red Ribbon Army was known across the world. So powerful, that even Earth's Military couldn't stand against them. So the president of Earth Kai (The planet), employed the Saiyans to wage war against them. Whom proceeded to crush them in a matter of months.

Meanwhile, Trunks convinced "King Grampa" to hire Doctor Gero, away from the Red Ribbon Army. Keeping him on a short leash, while creating more benevolent Bio Androids and Cyborgs.

King Piccolo, sometimes referred to as the "Great Demon King", was a Demonic Namekian. Who once drove Earth Kai into utter mayhem and pandemonium, spawning an army of demonic offspring and converting the peaceful planet into a living hell.

Later, it is revealed that he was the evil counterpart of Kami. As King Piccolo and Kami were originally a single entity. Who had long forgotten his true name, and witnessed the evil deeds of humans, while growing up.

When the nameless Namekian, learned of the Guardian of Planet Earth Kai, he sought the title and position, but the, then current Guardian, rejected him. As the Namekian's heart was not completely pure, and like most people he had some level of malice, jealousy, vanity and impurity in his soul.

Knowing that he would only be accepted for the role if his heart was pure, the Namekian split himself into two beings: his good half, Kami, and his evil half that would later become the great demon king, Piccolo.

The Saiyans fight against this evil King. Whom proves a challenge, much to the Saiyans delight.

Only for King Piccolo to use his namekian ability to reproduce asexually, and reincarnate himself through his own child.

Trunks is able to claim the egg and raise the child with Saiyan values, with the Aid of "King Grampa".

When Goku turns 15, he is old enough to be mated off, by Saiyan standards.

A Human princess, named Chi-Chi, suddenly appears at Goku's house. Goku had saved her Kingdom from a magic fire, during one of his first adventures. And because of that Chi-Chi believes Goku would be a worthy husband, and request Gine's permission to prove she would be a worthy Wife.

Gine isn't opposed to the idea, as she's known Chi-Chi and her father for a few years now. Gine know's she can't judge the human by Saiyan standards, but also doesn't want to saddle Goku with a weak mate. So Gine tells Chi-Chi, for her trial to prove herself, she must show she is the strongest human woman on the planet. By winning the Next year's martial arts tournament.

To not be TOO harsh, Gine has Grampa Gohan train Chi-Chi. With her father, having studied martial arts beside him, Chi-Chi knows of Grampa Gohan's skill. And that he has only grown stronger, through his training from the afterlife. Being nearly King Vegeta's equal. She studies hard under him, for a year.

Thanks to this training, Chi-Chi easily wins the tournament, and Goku's hand. The two have a child, 5 months later. With Chi-Chi freaking out, even as the Saiyan healers assure her Saiyan fetuses develop faster. It normally takes 3 months. Only reason it's taking so long, is because of the baby's human blood.

When the child is born, Chi-Chi and Goku both want to name him after Grampa Gohan. With the old man feeling honored.

By the time Goku is 17, the Saiyans have built up their military forces, and go to war with the Frost Demons.

Trunks gets in touch with Cooler, and convinces him to lead a Rebellion. Not just of the Slaves, but Frost Demons that want to protect "lesser" lifeforms.

Goku dies in the war, but is resurrected by the Dragon, after a year of training with King Kai.

When Gohan turns 5, Piccolo takes Gohan off to train, for a Saiyan ritual. Chi-Chi doesn't like it, but Gine threatens to dissolve her marriage to Goku, if the human tries to interfere with such a sacred rite for Saiyans.

Near immediately, after the boy completes his harsh survival training, King Vegeta sends Gohan Junior to fight in the war. Piccolo, as Gohan junior's martial arts master, goes with the boy.

With Chi-Chi throwing a fit, until her father talks her down. Reminding her, she knew what Saiyans expect of their children, and Piccolo will keep the boy safe. Besides Chi-Chi herself fought plenty, when she was a child, and Gohan Junior is a good deal stronger then she was.

Frieza fights by Coolers side, against King Cold, and many Saiyans. With Cold being defeated and taken prisoner. The Saiyans say Cold doesn't have the right to die fighting, and Cooler wants to show mercy to his father.

Cooler is declared the new king of the Frost Demons, and begins a radical change in how they operate. Focusing on actively farming Lyrium, instead of destroying planets to trigger it's creation. It is a more difficult and costly undertaking, but more humane.

The Doctor goes to the asteroid belts, that Frost Demons call home, within the 42 hundred star clusters that make up their territory. Where he uses Time Lord technology, to make the asteroid fields, which the Frost Demons directly live inside, large enough to support them.

At least, within the pocket rift. Outside the fields, they take up the same amount of space, but within, they stretch to even greater lengths then the Citadel. Using the same "Interdimensional engineering" techniques, that Time Lord cities once used, to make them bigger on the inside.

A side effect, is Lyrium forms more easily within these dimensional rifts. As a byproduct of magical waste. Which actually helps the Frost Demons, which is why the Doctor didn't use further Gallifreyian technology, to prevent the build up.

The Doctor even sets up a private network, of Mass Relays. So Frost demon ships, can travel anywhere within a rift. Even to other Asteroid rifts.

The planets, the asteroid belts surround, are still used to house "lower" lifeforms. Cooler creates many laws regarding their treatment. Giving all Sapients greater protections, and releasing propaganda, through PSAs, for treating them better. With Sapients becoming more like pets, instead of slaves... although it's hard for Frost Demons to see them as equals.

With Cooler declaring all the planets near their asteroid belts, as "Animal Sanctuaries". With the injured, disabled, or orphaned children, sold to civilian Frost Demons, as pets.

Frost Demons become rare to see outside their Asteroid fields, living comfortably there. Though some continue to work on alien planets as "Rangers" or "Zoologist".

Prince Vegeta still fell in Love with Bulma, but his father refused to let him marry the girl, remembering how her future self mutilated Trunks.

Bulma slowly proves herself, with her frequent interaction, and aid, to the Saiyan Kingdom. Enough for King Vegeta to give her a trial. Demanding she find all the Dragon Balls, without aid, and wish herself into a Saiyan.

Bulma does so, but keeps her blue hair... and gains a blue tail. King Vegeta takes her tail as proof, and allows her to marry The Prince, on the condition she doesn't remove it, or her children's tails.

The Prince takes Bulma's family name, in a misunderstanding of Human culture. But also as a means of honoring his mate.

Chi-Chi becomes pregnant again, and Bulma has a child of her own.

This new Trunks is born with Bulma's blue bowl cut, but as quills, and he has the blue tail. He is legally named "Chibi Trunks Brief".

The Doctor talks Gero into introducing "Morality Subroutines", and even additional "Hero Subroutines", into his creations. So the Bio-Androids become far more benevolent, then Trunks own.

Unfortunately, mere months after Chibi Trunks is born. Gero creates the ultimate android, "Cell". Whom is able to rationalize passed his programming... becoming a "Super villain" instead.

A "perfect warrior", possessing numerous favorable genetic traits and special abilities. From all the most Powerful allies: Saiyans (including the Fusions), Frost Demons, And Namekians.

Cell ignores his programming, and goes on a murdering spree. Absorbing millions to become even stronger. Until he becomes a Universe Buster... with the intention of consuming the dimension.

Being born 2 decades, before he was supposed to be, doesn't slow him down. However Cell gets so powerful, he longs for a challenge. He learns of the "Hyperbolic Time Chamber" and gives the Saiyans a weak to get stronger.

Where a year inside, only last an hour outside. But only three people can survive inside at a time.

On the Outside, its only been 4 hours, which is as long as they can push the time limit (thanks to bringing in capsules of food).

First up is King Vegeta. Along with Future Trunks, and the "Matt Smith" Doctor.

Next Goku takes both his sons. With the boys spending 4 years separated from their mother. With Goten eager to meet her, but Gohan not being able to relate to her. This in addition to the years they spent apart in the Frost Demon war. When they get out Gohan feels smothered by the overbearing woman... and resentful of his father for doing nothing but train him.

Then Prince Vegeta goes into the Chamber, with Bulma insisting on going with him, and bringing Chibi Trunks.

Followed by Radditz, Nappa, and Bardock.

With the rest of the time devoted to training the Fusions. As they have the most potential. (Except the Fusions of future kids, who didn't get a turn, due to not being as powerful, and having too prioritize. So they stay at 9 years old.) They are trained by Roshi. Who grows stronger himself, due to having to keep Saiyans in line. Most Fusions train well into adulthood, pushing into their physical prime.

When they arrive to face Cell, they see he's created some kind of mock tournament ring.

The Saiyans respect Cells wishes to fight them one on one... and even give Cell Sensu Beans to heal between fights.

Cell kills Goku, but Gohan manages to defeat the Android. But Not before Cell Spawned an entire race of himself. However, they are children, and so are more inclined to obey their Subroutines, which Cell defied.

A random martial artist, called "Mister Satan", whom came to the "Cell Games" but was horribly out of his depth. takes credit for Cell's defeat.

Whees appears before Future Trunks, and warns him that everything he's doing is weakening the Universe as a whole. The gods of destruction are considering destroying the entire dimension, if something doesn't change soon.

So the Doctor goes out, in search of all 7 sets of Dragon Balls. As the Super Dragon balls, of the main universe, were long ago divided up by the Time Lords. Separating them into 7 eternal dragons, of 7 balls each. With these dragons each having their own unique limits, and directly connected to a Namekian Guardian.

The Doctors gathered them all. Then, at the moment of the Reaper's Defeat, summoned the Dragons, and began making wishes. Which the rest of the Galaxy would assume was a side effect of reprogramming the Reapers.

• The 7th Star Dragon, on Namek, could create 7 legendary artifacts, or upgrades. As such, the War Doctor wished for:

1. Upgrading the flying Saucers, the Collectors built. There were 1000 of these ships, shaped like Flying Saucers. With a dome on a blade like ring.

First, Shrinking the exterior, down to the size of a small moon. While expanding the dome's interior, to 42 billion lightyears across.

Giving each dome, 384 Dyson Spheres, similar in design to the Krogans. Each orbited by 42 planets, 4 times the size of Earth. Each with 200 moons, of their own. All terraformed to support the saucer's species. From their weather patterns, to the world's gravity.

While the base of the dome, is the ports in and out.

2. Then creating a similar flying saucer, for the Time Omnians.

With Dyson Spheres, for the original 42 dimensions, plus an additional 342 Spheres, now inhabited by Time Omnians from other canon Timelines.

Where each Time Omnian, has a level dedicated to themselves, and their companions.

These Spheres are slightly different in design, then the other races'. As the doorways, don't lead to an extension charm, but rather are portals, to a different TARDIS, or linked vessel. With each door, able to link a portal, to a specific ship.

3. Making it so all linked vessels, of the Time Omnian's Sphere, are transformed by magic. Granting the ships a healing factor, infinite ammo, shape shifting into any class of ship (although maintain the same size), travel to other dimensions, with a data base for each reality, with speeds of "Mass Warp 9", and a Synthetic AI that can comprehend everything.

4. Allowing each TARDIS, to physically talk, and even interact with the worlds, through solid holograms they could project within a lightyear of their box.

5. Then giving all Time Omnians, the knowledge to pilot and repair, all these different TARDISes.

6. Next, he wished all vessels, linked to the Time Omnians' Spheres, had self updating coordinates, to all Time Omnians. With an up to date database, and psychic viewer, following each.

7. Finally, he asked for an update, to his sonic screwdriver... to get it to work on wood. That he could share with others.

• The 6 Star Dragon, could bestow 6 skills, or any knowledge, The 4th Doctor asked for:

1. All engineers, were given knowledge of how to safely build and repair Replicators.

2. Knowledge how to build, Self replicating nanobots. Converting energy into matter, to create as many nanites as were needed, without requiring resources. To build an endless number of Dyson Spheres.

3. Solar Engineering, knowledge of how to quantum lock a black hole, and use it for power.

4. bestowed Grand Master knowledge and skill of all magical crafts. For all magi, on every world.

Potions, Runes, Scrolls, Sealing, Alchemy, Enchantment, spell cards, extension charms, rituals, and even permanent conjuration.

5. All farmers and miners, were given Knowledge of how to farm Lyrium.

6. That all government officials, knew who knew these things.

• The 5 Star Dragon, could transmutate and improve existing objects, or lifeforms, even Brainwash individuals (not that the Doctor wanted that last one). The 10th Doctor wished for:

1. That a fourth of all farms crops, were replace with alchemical bushes, growing berries. In all possible, and impossible, flavors.

Such as Protein: chicken, pork, beef, all kinds of fish, and all other animals.

Along with berries tasting like different kinds of fruits and vegetables, even various kinds of berries. From Apple berries, to Orange berries. Even tomato berries, and classic blue berries, even perfectly ripe Strawberries, and everything else.

All in different shapes and colors, even Rainbow colored, but textured like cherries.

2. Next, replacing another 4th, with corn like cobs. Only these cobs grew raw rice instead of Corn.

Most were based on grains. Such as different kinds of rice. From white, yellow, Mexican, what have you. All tasting as if they were already seasoned.

Then other rice tasted like various kinds of pasta dishes. From regular noodles, chow mein, spaghetti, alfredo, and even lasagna. As well as a few hundred of other pasta dishes.

There were even a few rice cobs, which tasted like pastries, or sweet breads: Cookies, cakes of all kinds, donuts, honey butter biscuits, Hawaiian bread, just everything imaginable, even pancakes.

Despite how complicated the flavors got, they all cooked like instant rice. Without being any messier then sticky white rice.

3. Next, a separate 4th, is now growing pea pods. However, instead of peas, these were growing salt like crystals. Capable of being munched on, like candy, or dissolving in liquid.

Coming in basic flavors, Such as: Spicy, Sweet, Creamy, Tart, Tangy, Buttery, Sour, Honey, Sugary, Chocolatey, and of course Salty, and a few dozen more. As well as all herbs and spices. Even coming in all candy flavors.

4. The final 4th, was growing sap trees, that bleed different drinks. From various flavors of milk, to all the different sodas, to fruity drinks, and even alcohols.

5. That all mines were now growing their resources. From precious metals, like Daedric Steel to gold, to aluminum and copper. Or building material, like glass to concrete. Even precious gems and crystals... including Lyrium. Were all growing and expanding.

• The 4 Star Dragon, had minor reality manipulation. The 11th Doctor used that, to expand on the farming wishes.

1. Making all these new plants, able to grow and thrive anywhere. Deserts to snow, or even the tropics. Absorbing pollution, and surviving purely on that. Using alchemy magic to create their produce. They even release a mix of oxygen and Ozone.

2. Then their alchemy magicks, make it so that, no matter what species an individual is, nor what they ate from these plants, a serving size was equaled to a 5th of their consumer's daily nutrition. With the nutrients they get, from the same plant, being unique to the individual's needs, while digesting.

3. Making the food grow infinitely. With new produce growing, and ripening, immediately after the previous one was picked.

4. That the produce didn't decomposed or spoil.

However, the Flower pedals did so quickly. Growing and shredding constanly. and evaporating into a nourishing fog, that enhances the soil, of anything it touched.

• The 3 Star Dragon, of the world "Earth Kai", had greater reality bending. Even able to create life, as well as resurrect the dead. The 12th Doctor, used him for purely selfish wishes.

1. He wished, all 42 Interdimensional Doctors, had their companions brought back to them, alive and well. Resurrected next to their Doctor.

2. Then, he wished all Time Omnians, could give anyone the ability to respawn. Though it took them, 100 years, to reform. Respawned in a special room, within their Doctor's Dyson Sphere level.

3. Along with a healing factor, to make it harder to kill them. Unfortunately, the Dragon could only make a lesser healing factor, that left behind scars. They couldn't even regrow limbs, not even when they resurrected themselves.

• For the 2 Star Dragon, granting 2 wishes, of near anything. The 5th Doctor wrote down what he wanted. Then wished the dragon would grant what's on the paper, with the Dragon allowing that, but using both wishes, to fuel the power needed to grant such a massive wish.

All Sapient lifeforms, gained Saiyan like attributes.

Such as a Saiyan's ability to go super, manipulate ki, train anywhere, have power boost if they survive injuries, along with aging like they do.

As in they stay small, most of their childhood, never getting any bigger then a third of their maximum height. Then go through a massive growth spurt, at 15. Aging based on Galactic Standard Years. Until they reach their physical prime.

At which point their limiter broke. Allowing them to mentally and physically meet their maximum potential... and gain the ability to grow infinitely beyond it.

This gave everyone eternal youth. Meaning they could still be killed, even get sick. However they couldn't die from old age.

(Note: This wish, accidentally, trapped everyone who was living at the time, in their current age. With those kids, staying kids, forever. But all future children, didn't gain eternal youth, until they broke their limiter, once they reached their physical prime.

This wish, was worded poorly. So all the current pregnancies, were lost. Due to fetuses not being able to survive in their partially developed state. Future children develop properly. But trillions of unborn babies died, while the current children were trapped as children.)

That instead of a "Great Ape" form, All Sapient races, including Saiyans, gained an Animal Form, along with a Pony Form. Both based on their personality. But those species were passed down their family-line.

Everyone was even able to partially transform, specific body parts of their choice. (Like the dragons from "American Dragon: Jake Long.") Or turn into a Kaiju version of their animal.

Then all Sapient races, now had magical pathways. Which clustered in the hands and feet. Allowing everyone to cast spells, through finger and wrist movements, often combined with dance steps. With a new organ, near the stomach, made of organic Lyrium.

All this granted a 6th sense, to perceive the supernatural.

Then all chemicals and minerals, that can't be absorb from food, are used to fuel their Chakra pathways. So they have no lower intestines. With ovary like organs, taking their place.

As all Sapient Lifeforms, including all breeds of humanoid, underwent cosmic mutations, to their reproductive systems. Making them compatible with everyone else. With everyone becoming Mono gendered.

In a sense, they reproduced Asexually, with eggs being "Fertilized" by the absorbtion of the "father's" excess magic, triggering the egg to develop into a fetus.

The child is always the mother's species, with their pony and animal forms, coming from the father.

They still had all the parts for sex, with their anus' sole purpose as a birth canal, to lay the egg.

With half of their populations having boobs, and hour glass bodies. While all of them had a penis and Testicles.

While their testicles no longer produced sperm. But rather a salty sweet glaze, which was high in proteins and minerals.

Even the anus was filled with nerve Clusters, to make sex more pleasurable... and even laying their eggs felt far more stimulating then traditional muggle births. While they gained nutrients from sperm, they weren't actually built to reproduce using it.

Sex was purely for pleasure... with a vastly different reproductive system.

• Finally the 1 Star Dragon, the most powerful of all the Dragons. Completely altered physics, with the 8th Doctor's wish:

Then, he made all planets and stars, sturdy enough to handle such power... so effectively, nothing was different. If anything, it became even more difficult to do damage to the environment, much less destroy a planet.

A planet buster, for this universe, is extremely rare... and actually has enough power to destroy a weaker/small universe. Where a Solar System Buster, of the main universe, can destroy a more traditional multiverse. A galaxy Buster, can potentially destroy a Cosmos.

However, Galaxy busters, in the main universe, are pure myth.

7 Years pass, and everyone has taken notice of the wishes, but think it is a side effect of the magical wave, that was sent through all Mass Relays. Which Reprogrammed all the Reaper Vessels.

The Citadel passes laws about immortal children's "privileges". So Gohan Junior uses the opportunity, to move out of his mom's house, and in with Piccolo.

Buu was awoken, and thanks to the power wish he's a Cosmos Buster. Although can only destroy a Galaxy of the main universe.

He flied around Earth, turning everyone to candy. Entire cities are consumed. Then he built himself a house made out of humans and animals he turned into clay.

This is where Buu met Mister Satan. Who attempted numerous times to kill Buu through poison, explosives and even physical assault, all of which fail so miserably that Buu does not even realize that they are assassination attempts.

Mister Satan eventually gives up and begins performing maid services for Buu such as cooking for him and giving him baths.

While he is living with Mister Satan, Buu finds a hurt dog by the side of the road and brings it to Mister Satan, perplexed at why it was not running away from him. Mister Satan tells him that the dog is hurt, so in response, Buu heals him with his magic. The dog, who he names Bee, becomes the first creature to show affection to Buu and the first creature Buu shows genuine love for, such as licking him.

This causes Mister Satan to stop trying to kill Buu and instead try to find out why he murders people. Buu tells him that he just does it because Bibidi and Babidi told him to destroy. Mister Satan tells him that killing people is actually wrong, which surprisingly shocks Buu, who then promises never to do any harm again.

After taming Buu, it seemed that the world is saved by Mister Satan. All is well until the two gunmen arrive, with the goal of taking on Buu and shoot Bee as he is playing with Buu. This causes Buu to become more enraged than he has ever been, but this anger is quelled by Mister Satan's disposing of the two gunmen, and taking Bee back to Buu to be healed.

The situation seems fixed as Buu rebuilds his house in the shape of Bee and Mister Satan resumes his maid tasks. Buu now seems fully changed, playing with Bee and even asking Mister Satan to sit and eat with him. Mister Satan even destroys the fake pictures, of Buu defeated that he had taken.

This lasts until the gunman who shot Bee returns and shoots Mister Satan in the chest. Buu is able to heal him but the pain of losing his best friend is so great that he struggles to control his anger. Buu weakly tells him to run far away with the puppy, or they'll die.

Mister Satan doesn't understand, and Buu yells at him to hurry. Mister Satan runs off with the Bee, as an angry Buu releases steam that forms into a giant cloud overhead. Finally, Buu loses control of his anger, and splits into Good Buu and Evil Buu.

Trunks appears and helps Good Buu defeat Evil Buu, vaporizing him into nothing.

Buu later spawns the first of his own race of Good Buus... starting with a benevolent Kid Buu.

1000 years later Piccolo arrives at Blue Heaven, with kid Gohan in toe.