This fanfiction is inspired by Dragon Ball Z, particularly the game Dragon Ball Z Kakarot, along with various other elements from the anime, manga, and films. The series has garnered immense popularity and influence, inspiring numerous other franchises that many fans believe exist within the same universe. We encourage you to share your thoughts and feedback in a constructive and respectful manner, and we sincerely hope you enjoy the story.
Prince Vegeta, Raditz, and Nappa stood on the surface of the recently conquered planet, surveying the barren landscape littered with remnants of the once-thriving civilization. The air was eerily still, a testament to the swift and brutal efficiency with which they had executed their task. Despite their strength, the act of subjugating another world brought no joy. It was a grim duty forced upon them by Lord Frieza, the merciless ruler of the galaxy. They were not soldiers by choice but by necessity, trapped in a cycle of violence that left them no other option. Disobedience was met with death, a fate they could neither ignore nor escape.
The Saiyans were warriors, yet the devastation they caused weighed heavily on their hearts. They invaded life-sustaining planets, ruthlessly eliminating anyone who could challenge Frieza's claim. Once conquered, these worlds became commodities, sold to the highest bidder, with profit lining Frieza's pockets while the Saiyans barely scraped by on meager salaries, akin to scraps thrown to a starving dog. Their earnings could barely cover the cost of armor, weapons, and medical care. Most resources went to maintaining the transportation Pods that brought them to their next targets. The little that was left would vanish into Frieza's ever-growing wealth.
Nappa, breaking the tense silence, glanced at Vegeta with a smirk. "Well, taking over this place didn't take us long. Honestly, they offered little challenge." His voice was laced with triumph, but Vegeta's expression remained calm, even serious. He nodded, acknowledging the ease of their victory, yet a flicker of concern sparked in his mind. "It brings up a question," he said, his tone flat but hinting at the weight of responsibility. "What planet shall we conquer next?"
Raditz, anxiety tinging his voice, hesitated before speaking. "May I?" Vegeta's eyes focused on him, granting permission. "I think the next planet we target might be too much for just the three of us," Raditz admitted, worry shadowing his features. "But my little brother has been sent to a planet… perhaps if he's still alive, we could bring him in for the next conquest." His suggestion echoed in the air, the thought of teaming up with his brother both daunting and hopeful.
Nappa considered this. "Four would increase our chances of success, that's true. Strength in numbers, right?" He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood, but Vegeta remained stoic. He crossed his arms, contemplating Raditz's proposal. "The fact that he is your brother, Raditz, does not fill me with confidence." His voice held a sharp edge, as he recalled past grievances involving Raditz's younger sibling.
"What planet was he sent to?" Vegeta's inquiry brought Raditz back to reality. He strained to remember, searching through the clutter of his thoughts. Finally, he spoke, "The planet was called Earth."
Vegeta's expression shifted, a mix of intrigue and skepticism washing over him. "Earth? I've heard whispers about that place. It's supposed to be full of surprises." His mind raced with possibilities. "What kind of warriors would we face there?"
Raditz nodded slowly, a flicker of hope breaking through his anxiety. "I've seen some of the powers displayed by the Earthlings. They might be tougher than average. But if my brother is alive, he might have grown strong while training there."
Nappa snorted, dismissing the worry. "Earthlings? They sound weak. They're just a bunch of soft creatures, aren't they? We'll crush them easily."
Vegeta's gaze focused on Raditz. "But what if your brother is not what you hope for? What if he has failed, like others before him?" Tension built between them, a challenge flickering in the air.
Raditz clenched his fists, frustration bubbling to the surface. "I won't abandon him! He's strong! He has to be!" A fire ignited in his eyes, an unyielding determination to prove his brother's worth, even if it meant risking their own mission.
"Fine," Vegeta finally relented, his voice low and measured. "We will check this Earth. But if your brother is weak, I will not hesitate to leave him behind."
Nappa laughed, slapping Raditz on the back. "Don't worry, mate. If he's weak, we'll just make sure to take care of things ourselves."
Raditz exhaled, torn between hope and dread. The thought of meeting his brother again stirred up memories long buried. As they prepared to depart, the weight of their journey loomed ahead, a mix of battles, challenges, and the ever-present shadow of Lord Frieza's expectations.
Vegeta stood upright, taking in the surroundings that were completely unfamiliar to him. This world was unlike anything he had ever encountered. As he observed his environment, a figure caught his attention. A man in flowing robes, adorned with a circular ring around his neck, stood before him. Vegeta felt an unsettling mix of confusion and anger. He had been separated from his comrades, and he knew this man was the reason. Rage bubbled within him. Without hesitation, he approached the robed figure and demanded to know who he was.
The man simply chuckled, a deep laugh that echoed in the quiet air. "Hohoho," he began, "it's true we have not met before, Prince Vegeta. But I know all about you." He raised his hand, gesturing for Vegeta to wait. "Now, let me fetch the second individual for this meeting. It would be dull to introduce myself twice."
As the words left his mouth, another figure materialized. He wore an orange gi that clearly indicated his experience in martial arts. The newcomer was slightly taller than Vegeta. With a friendly demeanor, he waved and introduced himself. "Hey there! I'm Goku."
The robed man found Goku's introduction amusing, his laughter filling the air again as he introduced himself. "I am Whis, an angel and attendant to the god of destruction of your universe."
While Goku greeted Whis, Vegeta's eyes narrowed. He quickly observed that Goku had a tail just like his own. This revealed an unexpected connection. "You have a tail," Vegeta stated, wondering about the implications of this discovery.
"Yeah, I had one when I was a kid," Goku replied, his tone reaching a nostalgic warmth.
Curiosity burned in Vegeta. "What is the name of your home planet?" he asked, his voice steady despite the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind.
"Earth," Goku answered cheerfully.
At this revelation, Vegeta's expression shifted dramatically. He sat back on his heels, realization dawning on him. "Your name is not Goku; it is Kakarot. You are a Saiyan. I am Vegeta, Prince of the Saiyan people. What an unbelievable situation! We were discussing sending your brother Raditz to find you."
The mention of his brother caught Goku off guard. "Wait, I have a brother?" he asked, excitement creeping into his voice.
Vegeta confirmed, "Yes, you do. Besides you, me, Nappa, and Raditz are the last four known Saiyans." A moment of silence lingered, filled with a mix of loss and hope. Vegeta's thoughts drifted to the fateful day he met the God of Destruction years ago. Fear surged within him. "Whis, is the God of Destruction you serve Lord Beerus?"
"Indeed," Whis replied with calm assurance.
Vegeta felt a shiver race down his spine. "Is Lord Beerus currently napping?" he inquired, his voice trembling as he struggled to maintain composure.
Suddenly, a powerful voice resonated around them. "No, I am not napping. Who can nap with all this noise?" The authoritative tone sent a jolt of fear through Vegeta. The speaker stepped forward, revealing a figure that radiated a sense of danger and power.
"It has been a long time since we last met, Vegeta. I see Whis summoned you here." The words rolled off Lord Beerus's tongue, each syllable resonating with authority.
Vegeta felt his heart race. The very presence of Beerus was daunting. Goku, unaware of the underlying tension, beamed at both of them. "So, you're the God of Destruction? That's cool!"
Beerus narrowed his eyes at Goku. "Cool? It's more than cool; it demands respect." He fixed his gaze on Vegeta again. "So, what brings you here, Prince?"
Vegeta stood tall, trying to mask his fear with bravado. He knew this was a pivotal moment. Conversations swirled around him, intertwining their fates in a complex web that would lead to unforeseen challenges and revelations. The meeting had only just begun, and the stakes were sky-high.
Wis looked at Lord Beerus with urgency in his eyes. "We are facing a serious issue," he began, his voice steady but filled with gravity. "I need individuals I can trust to deal with this threat in our universe." He took a moment to gather his thoughts before continuing. "After some training, I believe that the man named Goku and Prince Vegeta could be just the allies we need for this situation."
Lord Beerus considered Wis's words, nodding thoughtfully. His expression shifted as he turned his gaze toward the two Saiyans. "You may not fully grasp the magnitude of what is happening," he said, a serious tone in his voice. "Someone is tampering with the timeline of our universe. This interference is not just a minor disturbance; it is causing significant changes that could lead to the complete destruction of everything we know."
Vegeta stood rigid, his instincts sharp. Goku, always eager for a challenge, looked both intrigued and concerned as they both digested Beerus's warning. "I am assigning both of you the responsibility to investigate this matter. Confront whoever is behind this illegal manipulation of time," Beerus continued, his tone resolute. "You must put an end to this crisis before it spirals beyond control."
Vegeta clenched his fists. He understood the seriousness of Beerus's words. The God of Destruction continued, fixing his gaze on the prince. "And Vegeta, I must remind you that Earth is my most prized possession. It is where I find pleasure in food and peace, so consider this a warning. If you or any invader harms anyone who can't defend themselves on that planet, meaning anyone other than the Z fighters, I will erase them from existence without hesitation."
The weight of Beerus's threat hung in the air. Vegeta straightened his posture, his mind racing. The implications were clear. If he confronted the time manipulator, he needed to be cautious, especially regarding Earth's safety. It was not just about the mission; it was about Beerus's protection over his home.
Meanwhile, Goku was fired up. "Don't worry, Beerus! We'll get to the bottom of this! Right, Vegeta?" he said, flashing a confident grin. Vegeta shot Goku an incredulous look, unamused by Goku's casual attitude. There was too much at stake for reckless enthusiasm.
Beerus observed their interaction, noticing Vegeta's anxiety. He knew how precarious the situation could become if mismanaged. "There is no room for error here," he reminded them, allowing his intimidating presence to sink in. Vegeta realized that talking to Lord Frieza about this would be even more problematic. If he couldn't provide solid proof, Frieza would either dismiss him or take deadly action.
"Hand over that scouter," Beerus commanded, pointing decisively at Vegeta. Vegeta caught off guard, frowned but complied, reluctantly removing the device from his ear. He held it out, frustration bubbling inside him. Wis received the scouter with a knowing nod, his fingers deftly working the controls.
Within moments, a communication link buzzed to life. The displeased voice of Lord Frieza broke through. "What the hell do you want, Vegeta?" he growled, irritation dripping from his words.
Beerus cut in sharply. "This is Lord Beerus," he announced, his tone firm and direct. "I have a warning for you, Frieza."
Frieza's expression shifted, curiosity piqued. "What is it?" he asked, his voice low and wary.
Beerus took a breath, detailing the chaos of the timeline, the potential disaster looming. "There are forces at play that threaten not just your ambitions, but the stability of our entire universe," he explained. "You should take this seriously, as it could unravel everything you strive for."
Vegeta felt a tension growing. He knew Frieza's unpredictable nature and feared how he might react. The unease in the air was palpable as Frieza processed Beerus's words.
"Are you implying I should help these fools, Beerus?" Frieza's voice dripped with sarcasm. "I have my own goals to achieve, and I trust no one, especially not Vegeta."
"That's precisely why you need to be cautious," Beerus replied, cutting through the dark undertone of Frieza's words. "I am not offering an alliance, but a warning. The threat we face is real. You may want to reconsider your stance."
With that, the communication ended, leaving Vegeta feeling even more vexed. The pressure was mounting. Goku was still eager for action, while Vegeta felt the burden of what was to come. The path before them was fraught with uncertainty, and the responsibility weighed heavily on their shoulders. Time was running out, and they would need to act fast. The future of their universe depended on it.
As the final words settled in the air, the figures began to slowly fade away, returning to the time and places from which they had been summoned. In a flash, Vegeta appeared before a visibly anxious Nappa and an equally distressed Raditz. The tension was palpable, hanging heavily in the air. Vegeta's gaze fell on Raditz, sharp and commanding, as he barked out new orders.
"Change of plans, Raditz," he announced, his voice steady yet laced with authority. "You will go to Earth and find Kakarot. He apparently goes by the name Goku now. Your mission is to convince him to join our team." Vegeta paused for a moment, allowing his words to sink in, before continuing with unwavering intensity. "But let me make this perfectly clear, Raditz: you will not kill innocent people or destroy anything on that planet. Your only targets are your brother and his friends or your brother's enemies. If you cause damage or harm even a single inhabitant—aside from them—I will personally rip your heart out and feed it to you. Am I being clear?"
Raditz stood there, trembling at his prince's fierce expression. Fear coursed through him as he absorbed the sheer power radiating from Vegeta. The prince's resolve was unyielding, and Raditz understood this wasn't just a warning; it was a promise. He bowed his head in submission, fear giving way to a sense of reluctant duty. "Yes, Prince Vegeta, I will do as you command," he stammered, trying to mask the dread creeping into his heart.
As Raditz climbed into his space pod, the engine roared to life, breaking the heavy silence. Nappa turned to Vegeta with confusion etched on his face, furrowing his brow as he questioned the decision. "Why did you have to threaten Raditz?" he asked, his voice low and uncertain. "Isn't our goal to take over that planet like Frieza wanted? We could sell it on the market for a fortune."
Vegeta's expression hardened. "Nappa, that planet already has an owner—a power so great that he summoned me from my location without a second thought. This owner has more control than even Frieza would dare challenge." He swept his gaze toward the horizon, lost in thought for a moment. "You must understand, that person values Earth above all else. What I said to Raditz is nothing compared to what this owner would do if we caused chaos."
Nappa shifted uneasily, trying to grasp the gravity of Vegeta's words. "But aren't we the Saiyans? We take what we want," he protested softly, uncertainty leaking into his tone.
Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "You don't grasp the situation. The power we're dealing with on Earth is beyond what we can imagine. What I said to Raditz was meant to keep him in line. It was a display of mercy." There was a cold steeliness in his voice that made Nappa shiver.
Nappa nodded slowly, absorbing the weight of Vegeta's warning. The thought of crossing someone so formidable sent shivers down his spine. "So we tread carefully, then?" he asked, a mix of trepidation and respect in his voice.
"Exactly," Vegeta replied, voice firm. "We'll gather our allies and build our strength. The Earth may not be ours to conquer, but Goku could still be a valuable asset. We'll play this smart." A determined glint appeared in his eyes as he prepared for the challenges ahead.
As Raditz's pod took off, streaking across the stars toward Earth, the two remaining warriors stood together, knowing a storm was brewing. They had their orders, but the stakes were higher than ever. Despite the looming threat, Vegeta felt a flicker of hope. With Goku on their side, maybe they could gain the upper hand in this unpredictable game. Yet in the back of his mind, he couldn't shake the chilling thought of the unknown power owner, who might be watching their every move. It was a game of patience, strategy, and survival.
Goku stood in the familiar training field, sunlight filtering through the trees surrounding him. He felt a wave of laughter rise from his chest, a mix of surprise and exhilaration flooding his mind. He scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Wow, what a surprise! Who would have thought I'm actually an alien, from another planet no less?" He couldn't believe it. The very idea felt wild and exhilarating. His birth name, Kakarot, echoed in his mind, a reminder of a past he never knew he had.
He paused, considering another shocking detail. "And I've got a big brother coming here to challenge me?" The prospect thrilled him. He had always loved a good fight, but this was different. It felt monumental. Goku grinned at the thought of facing this brother, wondering about his strength. "I've got to admit, I've been itching for a chance to fight that Beerus guy. He seems stronger than anyone I've ever faced before." Just thinking about it made his heart race. Beerus, the God of Destruction. It wasn't just a title; it held serious weight.
"But if he's truly the most powerful being in the universe, I've got a long way to go," he realized with a mix of determination and excitement. "I can't slack off or take it easy anymore. I need to push myself harder than ever. I want to stand on equal ground with Beerus one day." The thought of a real challenge thrilled him more than anything. He could almost envision their battle, the energy crackling around them, each punch a test of strength and skill.
He glanced around, noting the stillness of the field, the air filled with the scent of grass and sweat. Vegeta could be such a buzzkill. Goku imagined Vegeta's skeptical look upon hearing his ambitions. "That guy would probably think I'm crazy for even dreaming about it," he chuckled to himself. "But what can I say? The thought of fighting someone strong just makes me giddy."
Suddenly, a familiar voice broke through his thoughts. "Dad, where are you?" The call was filled with youth and concern. Goku recognized it instantly; it was his son, Gohan. He smiled at the sound. Gohan was growing up fast, but moments like this reminded him of how innocent childhood could be. "I'm right over here, Gohan! Sorry to worry you, buddy!"
Moments later, Gohan ran into view, concern etched on his face. "I was looking for you! Mom wants those ingredients for dinner." The earnestness in Gohan's voice made Goku feel a wave of affection.
"Ah, sorry! I got a bit caught up with some incredible news," Goku admitted, his excitement bubbling over again. "I just found out I have a brother! You might even meet an uncle soon!"
Gohan's eyes widened in surprise. "A brother? An uncle? Really? That's amazing!" His voice was filled with a mix of disbelief and excitement. "What's he like?"
Goku scratched his head again, thinking. "I don't know much yet, but I can't wait to find out. It's gonna be a wild ride!" He laughed, picturing the future. "Maybe we can go visit Master Roshi together soon. It'll be fun to share everything with him too!"
Gohan beamed, his earlier worry fading. "Yeah, that would be great!"
As they walked back home together, Goku couldn't shake the feeling that exciting changes lay ahead. Training was important, but family connections made everything richer. The thought of his brother and the battles that awaited him ignited a fire within him. He felt ready for anything.
As Goku and Gohan approached their home, the bright sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows behind them. The cheerful atmosphere quickly faded when Goku noticed his wife Chi-Chi standing by the door. Her arms were crossed, and a fierce look of disappointment was plastered on her face. The fiery determination in her eyes communicated a depth of frustration that Goku rarely saw.
As Goku and Gohan arrived home, the atmosphere felt heavy with tension. Goku immediately noticed the sharp glare and deep disappointment etched across Chichi's face. He could feel the weight of her frustration as she crossed her arms. "Goku," she said, her voice trembling with annoyance, "you were supposed to get me those ingredients sooner.
Goku's heart sank. He hadn't realized how much time had passed. "I'm sorry, Chichi," he started, looking down at the ground. "I had no idea that was today." He hoped she would understand. "I was summoned to another place. They didn't even ask for my approval."
Chichi stepped closer, her hands on her hips, eyes narrowing. "Summoned? Is that your excuse? You know how much this means to me! Gohan was looking forward to showing off for his grandfather. Now it feels like you don't care."
With a heavy sigh, Goku explained the urgency of his situation. "They wanted to warn me about a danger coming our way. Someone is messing with our universe, making changes that could affect the timeline." His voice trembled, revealing the concern he felt. He thought back to the last battle against Demon King Piccolo. At the time, it had seemed like the most intense challenge he could face. But now, in light of this new threat, that fight felt like mere practice.
Chichi furrowed her brow, trying to wrap her mind around what Goku was saying. "What do you mean? Changing the timeline? Are you serious?"
"Yes," Goku replied, urgency spilling out. "I thought we could live peacefully after Piccolo. But this... this danger makes that battle look easy. We can't let our guard down."
Chichi's expression softened slightly, but frustration still lingered. "And your brother? You mentioned him before. What if he's part of this?"
Goku nodded solemnly. "More than likely, he's coming to meet me. And he won't be happy to see me after everything that's happened."
Chichi's heart sank at the thought of Goku facing his brother. Gohan, their son, was such an innocent child. He had never fought before and had been born after King Piccolo's defeat. A nervous feeling crept into the pit of her stomach as she imagined how this reunion might unfold. She felt a swell of protectiveness for Gohan.
"Goku," she said, voice trembling now, "you know how much I don't understand all of this alien stuff. I don't want Gohan to get hurt. He doesn't know about these other worlds or beings. He's just a boy."
"I know," Goku said softly, trying to reassure her. "But we can't ignore this. If we don't prepare, we could lose everything. I have to tell the others to get ready."
Chichi's eyes flashed with anger. "So that's it? You throw caution to the wind because some aliens think there's a problem? What about our family? What about today? You're so focused on these battles, that you forget about us!"
Goku stepped back, hurt by her words but understanding her fear. "I'm sorry, Chichi. I wish things were different. I didn't want this life for us. I just want to protect you and Gohan."
"But you always do this," Chichi insisted. "You put the world before us. Can't you see that I need you here, right now?"
Gohan, hearing the raised voices from the other room, peeked his head around the corner. He sensed the tension and stepped inside, wide-eyed. "Mom? Dad? What's wrong?"
Goku quickly pieced himself together, forcing a smile. "Nothing is wrong, buddy. Just some grown-up stuff."
Chichi knelt down to Gohan's level, her expression softening as she hugged him tightly. "We're just a little stressed about today. But let's make sure we have fun later, alright?"
Gohan nodded, looking between his parents with confusion. "Okay. I want to help!"
As he pulled away, Goku felt a wave of determination wash over him. He couldn't let his family down. They were the most important part of his life. And while the threat loomed, he knew they would face it together, no matter what challenges lay ahead.