Going Native (DBZ/DC Comics) (Complete)

So Gine wants to serve under Price Tarble to keep Kakarot as safe as possible. Kakarot of course being the technique sponge that he is would not only thive but excell under Tarble's 501st.

Hnn. It would be funny if Kakarot, upon seeing Freiza's finger beam, tries to create his own version of it to impress his Tarble sempai and calls his technique dodonpa.
 
Trying to stick to canon like that makes no sense with how different his life has been.
On the other hand, a pure heart is one of the things that make Super Saiyan easier to achieve, and while this Kakarot isn't near as pure hearted as canon Goku, he still seem naturally friendly and good hearted, so he's probably a more likely candidate than Vegeta at least, Vegeta isn't likely to ever achieve Super Saiyan, without first seeing someone else do it(always easier to copy a technique, than making it from scratch.) as he's too far from that pure heart requirement.
 
He never recieved the same braindamage as in canon... presumably. The original Kakarot was more or less a sack of rabid weasels and only his adoptive father being one of the strongest beings on the planet kept the guy from being torn apart like a marshmallow peep. He's a proper saiyan right now.

Just one used to being at the bottom of the pecking order.
 
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Honestly I hope Kakarot would still end up being the first Super saiyan. With Vegeta and Tarble achieving it at the same battle as him, just a bit later

Well, it requires being 'pure of heart', though purity doesn't mean good. Tarble is a complicated person for a Saiyan, getting into the right mindset is probably going to be harder for him then for Goku.
 
He never recieved the same braindamage as in canon... presumably. The original Kakarot was more or less a sack of rabid weasels and only his adoptive father being one of the strongest beings on the planet kept the guy from being torn apart like a marshmallow peep. He's a proper saiyan right now.

Just one used to being at the bottom of the pecking order.
The original Kakarot, was brainwashed, with orders to kill all people on the planet he was sent to, remember all that information Tarble got in the incubation tank, Kakarot got that too, but with a focus on telling him to kill everything on the planet he was sent to, now that he's back on planet Vegeta, and so his programming is no longer screaming at him to kill, his own personality is taking shape, and between his natural inclinations and Gines gentleness, he seem to be becoming very much a nice person by Saiyan standards.
 
And with that, I saw the most amazing thing. I thought I was the only Saiyan that could blush, but evidently I was mistaken. Heat rose to Vegeta's cheeks as he quickly looked away in embarrassment. "You- of course I believed. You are my little brother. It was inevitable," Vegeta stated, earning a smile from me as I gently floated up. I felt light as a feather, and not just because I was flying.
D'awwww ☺

Kakarot looked back at me, one of his eyes swollen shut, his face bloodied while the rest of him was covered in injuries. It was clear that he lost whatever fight he was just in, but even still, as he pushed himself up, he gazed evenly at me, waiting for the fight to continue.
Hey Goku! :)

Kakarot had the most surprising reaction by far. He looked at me the same way Vegeta had minutes earlier. Like a challenge.
Hah :D

"My name is Olave," Olave introduced herself aggressively. "And from this day, you're my rival!" She declared, making Elery suck in a sharp breath.

"Like Prince Tarble and the Super Scarab?!" She questioned, sounding excited. I blinked -- when did I become rivals with a Super Scarab? Did the Reach even have Super Scarabs? If they did, then I wanted to fight one- wait, didn't my agent tell me that the show about me was about real events?! Did she lie to me?!
Hahahaha :D

"I've been working on this technique for a while now, and while it's not complete just yet, it's more than enough to heal some scratches and bruises," I said before I held out a hand, the fingers curled, as I formed a ball of ki. Much like with the Power Ball, it emitted lightwaves, only instead of Blutz Waves, it sent out healing light. The modest home was bathed in faint purple light as I held the ball in front of them.

As if someone was turning the time backward, their injuries began to heal. The swelling faded, the cuts smoothed over and the bruises vanished. Elery and Kakarot marveled at their wounds as they steadily disappeared until the only traces of them could be seen in the damage to their clothing and bloodstains.

"Whoa!" Elery gushed, stretching out to find that her injuries were gone.

"How did you do that?" Kakarot asked, smiling as he jumped up and down, waving his arms around. It seemed that's all it took to get into his good graces because I could practically see him taking his walls down.

"I studied biology for a couple of years and discovered a light wavelength that accelerates healing. The body has these instructions called DNA, and it heals according to those instructions," I explained with some excitement. "In theory, I could use this to regenerate limbs if you expose it to a wound long enough at an intense enough level. The real issue is that healing drains stamina pretty badly, so it doesn't have much use during a fight. Yet."

Healing a fatal wound would leave the person being healed pretty much useless until they got some food and rest. Not only that, since the body only had so much to work with, but the saiyan would also be weakened for a time as well. They were kinks I was trying to work out, and I would, but the Medicine Ball was still a useful technique that did what I wanted -- it was perfect for emergency first aid.

"Huh. You finally figured it out?" Faha asked, looking at the Medicine Ball until I ended the technique.

"For the most part. It isn't perfect. And I'm not sure if it would heal a broken bone, or try to regrow it, which would be bad. I wouldn't say it's complete yet, but I'm getting there," I answered with a lopsided grin. "But when I do...I'm going to make sure that everyone learns it. It's going to save a lot of lives on the frontlines."
Ooh neat! :D

Yea, that's gonna save tons of lives.
 
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The original Kakarot, was brainwashed, with orders to kill all people on the planet he was sent to, remember all that information Tarble got in the incubation tank, Kakarot got that too, but with a focus on telling him to kill everything on the planet he was sent to, now that he's back on planet Vegeta, and so his programming is no longer screaming at him to kill, his own personality is taking shape, and between his natural inclinations and Gines gentleness, he seem to be becoming very much a nice person by Saiyan standards.
Only half a bag of rabid weasels then. Sixty percent of one, tops.
 
I'd like to see the manager
A prompt from over on my pateron and I figured it had been long enough to share it here.
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Pamela Isley looked around at the generic lobby for a moment, taking it all in. It was hard to believe that this place served as the home for the self-proclaimed owner of Earth. From what she heard about him, she half expected to see stuffed corpses of animals, or for it to be a hut in the middle of the wilderness. Instead, it was a generic lobby that wouldn't look out of place in any bank in America.

As her gaze roamed the interior, they landed on a plain looking girl who was trying very hard to look like she wasn't looking at her. Or that her hand was nearing the emergency button located under her desk. This...Elsa Smith was doing a rather poor job at both.

Even still, Pamela strode forward, her dress made of nature preserving her modesty -- a corset made of leaves, her stockings made of lighter green moss that was almost completely translucent. A necklace of flowers hung around her neck, matching the ones that were interwoven in her long red hair.

Her steps were slow and deliberate -- having Tarble rush down here would be convenient, but that wasn't the impression she wanted to give.

"I would like to see the manager of Earth. Please," Pamala added, just in case it wasn't clear that it was a request. Elsa looked up at her for a moment, swallowing thickly before her hand slowly moved away from the emergency button. The younger girl shifted in her chair, glancing at the computer, visibly gathering herself before she spoke.

"Um, Prince Tarble will see you, but, uh, there's a waiting list?" Elsa smiled a smile that screamed 'don't shoot the messager.' "I...ah, well, it..,.might be a problem with the system, but I...ah...I don't see your appointment…?"

Pamala idly wondered when was the last time that she had made an appointment anywhere. "I don't have one," she admitted, giving the girl a patient smile to make her stop stuttering. Instead, she looked like she was about to flee for the hills.

"Um...you see, Prince Tarble is really busy- not to say you aren't important! But, you see, the waiting list is...kinda really long? Like, really long?" She repeated herself, cringing with every word as if she expected Pamala to reach over the desk she sat behind to throttle the life out of her. If she kept stuttering, then she might be tempted.

"How long?" Pamala asked tersely, wondering the cost and benefits of simply fighting her way to the top floor.

"About...three years?" And all of a sudden, it made a great deal of sense why Elsa was so hesitant. "But...um...you're here to talk to Prince Tarble about nature, right?" Elsa tried, making Pamala pause.

"I'm here to discuss the impact of humans on nature and what should be done about it." She would accept any solution -- from the extermination of humanity to sending all the humans off to other planets. Surprisingly, Elsa looked relieved.

"Great! Well, you would have to clear it with him, but that guy over there is here to talk about pretty much the same thing. You two could work together!" Elsa exclaimed, gesturing to a waiting area with the enthusiasm that only belonged to those throwing a problem onto someone else had. Pamala looked over at the waiting area to see a man staring right back at her.

Ra's al Ghul. His salt and pepper hair was swept back, a neatly trimmed goatee framed his mouth. Despite the coloration of his hair, his face was free of wrinkles except for those that gathered around his eyes. He looked nothing like his true age of several hundred years. Ra's carried himself as well as he could as he was stuffed in an uncomfortable-looking waiting chair. An Asian man held a green cloak, waiting for Ra's to choose to wear it again, and he was undoubtedly a trained assassin.

Pamala glanced back at Elsa, who looked like she was praying to every deity in the sky that Pamala took the bait. And, perhaps the first time in history, a prayer was answered.

"I'll do just that," Pamala informed, striding towards Ra's. He watched her, his expression blank, his gaze unwavering even as she deliberately crossed her legs after taking a seat directly in front of him. Men were simple creatures, enough so it was honestly shocking that they were the dominant gender, especially so when all she had to do was flash some bedroom eyes or a hint of skin. However, like all animals, men could be trained to ignore their base instincts.

And Ra's Al Ghul was a man that had long since mastered his base urges.

"Dr. Isely," Ra's greeted, his voice level.

"Ra's Al Ghul," Pamala returned. Despite their aligned goals, they rarely ever worked together. Too different in approach. For the most part. In recent years, it seems his patience was becoming rather frayed given that he built two space lasers this year that were meant to wipe major cities off the map. Unfortunately, both were stopped by heroes, one by Superman and another by Batman, before even a small town was destroyed.

Pamala idly tapped a finger on the arm of her chair, staring at Ra's, who was as still as a statue as he met her gaze. "I'm surprised you would show up in person. Or that you made an appointment at all," she commented, making small talk.

Ra's allowed himself a small smile, "some things are better dealt with yourself. As for my appointment...nothing a bribe can't take care of."

That was rather disappointing. "Tarble didn't take me as the type to accept bribes," Pamala admitted.

"Not in the traditional sense. I approached Lex Luthor on creating something that could kill the Prince. I believe he went with some Saiyan-Kryptonian-Martian amalgamation, but it failed to kill the saiyan. He was impressed by capabilities, however, and on the condition that we regularly create worthy enemies for him, our appointments are given priority."

Yes. That sounded far more in line with what she heard.

"Hm. It sounds rather simple. I suppose I should start as well," Pamala mused. Tarble made no secret that the easiest way to gain his favor was trying to kill him. She couldn't wrap her head around it, but she didn't need to. Tarble was a man. And an alien.

"It's worked surprisingly well so far," Ra's stated, piquing her curiosity. However, before she could question what he meant, she felt a familiar set of arms wrap around her.

"Boo! Did I surprise ya' Red?" Harley Quinzel questioned, squeezing her tight. Pamala didn't respond in favor of realizing where the second pair of arms that hugged her from behind came from.

"No. And I recall telling you that Pine was not allowed to leave the apartment. He isn't ready to face the outside world yet," Pamala rebuked, twisting in her chair to yank the perfect being that had wandered into her life from her friend and lover. It was the perfect creature and there was no greater tragedy in the universe that the creature was born on an alien planet.

It had stolen its way onto Tarble's ship and escaped, coming to her in a fated meeting. Dark red eyes met her green-tinted ones. A saibaman -- the perfect blend between plant and animal. It's thorax was a dark green, while its skin was a paler green. Its hands and feet were tipped with three claws, its mouth filled with razor-sharp teeth...It was perfection given form with a connection to the Green as powerful as her own.

"Green Bean needed some fresh air," Harley argued. "And I wanted to wish ya' good luck and I couldn't leave him all by himself. Who knows what trouble Lil Green would get into if we didn't keep an eye on him," Harley pointed out.

Pine chuckled, a sinister sound that told them he knew exactly what he would do.

"See? He's planning on sitting on the balcony and shooting acid people again. I know that look mister," Harley said, jabbing a finger where his nonexistent nose would be. Pine's facial expressions were limited, but it was easy enough to see that Harley was right.

"Um- Mr. Ra's Al Ghul? Prince Tarble will see you now," the receptionist informed. Ra's and her eyes met for a moment before Ra's nodded in acceptance.

"We are in agreement on this matter," he decided, standing. With well-practiced ease, the attendant slipped on the dark green cloak onto him. Pamala stood as well, accepting Pine from Harley and holding him against her body. Pine clung to her as well, and Pamala welcomed his touch.

One day, she would ensure that he and his species took control of not only this planet but the galaxy itself. The saibamen species deserved nothing less.

"Cool! I always wanted to meet the owner of Earth. Do ya' think he'll give me an autograph?" Harley questioned, skipping along with them as she and Ra's walked towards an elevator. Stepping inside, neither of them answered her question, so she noisily hummed to herself because there was no elevator music.

Which must have been a deliberate move considering that he lived at the top floor of the tallest building on the planet. A building he ordered constructed to dwarf any human-made structure ever built, so he was likely overcompensating for something. For a solid five minutes, they stood in relative silence as they watched the floor number rapidly climb higher.

Once they were nearing four digits and standing on the edge of the stratosphere, only then did the elevator come to a stop. The door slid open to reveal a generic-looking hallway. No paintings, no statues of himself, only bland walls and a blander carpet. At the end of it was a set of double doors, rather far away all things considered.

A psychological mind trick. One that was working, despite herself. Never before had she been so far away from the Earth's surface, even her connection to the Green felt distant. Pamala held onto Pine that much tighter, his presence helping her in ways she couldn't describe.

Ra's was similarly affected given that Harley was the first one to step out of the elevator. She skipped down the hallway, making it a few before she realized that she wasn't being followed. Harley spun on her heel, bending over as she planted her hands on her hips. "Well? Whatareya' watin' for?" She questioned, and that's what broke the spell that was placed on both of them.

Pamala stepped out of the elevator first, her gaze searching the halls for something, anything, but there was nothing. Nothing but a dark red set of double doors at the end of a long hallway. And behind that door was one of the most powerful mortals alive.

There were reasons why the likes of her and Ra's made appointments and waited to see him on his timetable. The idea of fighting him was...laughable. So, they were forced to approach in the ways that he had approved of, or not at all.

"He really needs to liven this place up!" Harley decided, checking her purse for a few crayons. Luckily, she didn't find any. Otherwise she would have started drawing on the walls like a small child, and that wasn't the impression that she wanted to give.

"Feel free to mention that to him," Ra's commented, not looking at Harley. Or her, so he couldn't see her glare, but she knew he was aware of it.

He did see it when Harley stuck her tongue out at him judging by the sound of disgust he made.

With that, they continued towards the door and her mind wandered. Which must have been the purpose of the featureless hallway. Her mind drifted back to a year ago when Tarble had first come to Earth. At first, he was just another conqueror in a long line of failed conquerors. Her first thought when she had heard about him on the news was to wonder when the Justice League would take care of him.

Only they didn't. Whether because they didn't want to...or they couldn't remain up for debate. The fact remained that Tarble had become the premier power on planet Earth. The conqueror that the world leaders were forced to listen to because Tarble decisively removed those that didn't. And, sometimes, it wasn't just the leaders he removed but entire countries.

It was that exact reason why she was here.

They neared the door with Harley leading the way, happily skipping towards the door. She reached out to open them with her usual dramatic flourish, only for the door to burst inward in a shower of splinters. A person was tossed through the door, landing heavily at her and Ra's Al Ghul's feet. A man of asian descent, with a chest covered in gaudy metals that were pinned into a military uniform.

"General Mao," Ra's greeted, looking down at the fallen man that started to pick himself up from his shower of splinters. Some of which had gotten on Harley because she was making faces as she picked them out of her cleavage and corset.

However, her eyes didn't linger on that, but rather who stepped through the ruined doors.

Tarble wasn't the larger than life figure that Pamala had expected. He was around six feet tall, either a little taller or a little shorter, his static black hair spiked upward while one lock of hair drifted between his blazing yellow eyes. Before she had realized the true nature of men, Pamala would have thought he was handsome enough in an overly serious smoldering kind of way. Well built and dressed in white armor with a black undersuit. His signature outfit that was as iconic as Superman's shielded S.

"I'm not sure where either of you get off making demands of me," Tarble spoke, taking a step forward as the man he dragged behind him by the face groaned as an answer. Another asian man judging by his skin color, but he looked far less official. Well dressed, to be sure, but not the kind of dress that marked him as especially important.

Tarble lifted the man up, his hand wrapped around his face before he pinned his fierce gaze on the fallen general. "You're going to give me ultimatums?" He spoke as if the idea itself was ridiculous, ignoring their presence as he delivered his threats. "Fine. If you like them so much, then here's one -- this civil war of yours is going to be resolved one of two ways."

"First, the two of you grow up and have a civil conversation and resolve your differences without violence. Or, I'm going to resolve your civil war by flipping a coin and wiping out whoever loses," Tarble growled, tossing the other man to the ground, likely a freedom fighter. That threat was made so very sinister by the fact that Pamala knew that Tarble would follow through with that threat.

Tarble had as many supporters as he did enemies. His known past was a jumbled mess of atrocities and heroics. But enemy or supporter alike agreed that Tarble always followed through on exactly what he said he would, for better or for worse.

"Pick one. Now." Tarble snapped at the men, making both of them look at each other, then at Tarble, then at each other again before both of them gave shaky nods. They spoke in a language that she didn't understand, nor did she care to guess. Pamala was far more interested in Pine's reaction to Tarble's presence.

The saibaman recoiled from Tarble, shifting so he clung onto her back, placing her between him and the saiyan. Had he abused this poor creature? If Tarble had, then he would die for it. Pamala didn't care how impossible it was, she would do it anyway.

"Good. Get out," Tarble snapped, making the two asian men to spring to their feet and start running down the hallway. Pamala paid them no mind, her attention focused solely on the saiyan prince. His gaze swept over them, his eyes narrowing dangerously when they landed on Pine, who flinched at his look. "If you're here to return the saibaman, then don't. I don't want him."

Pamala opened her mouth but it wasn't her that answered. She should have seen it coming, yet she didn't. Harley cut her and Ra's off, sticking out a hand and sending a beaming smile at Tarble. Which would have been completely fine if she wasn't wearing a gag buzzer that would shock whoever clasped hands with her.

"I'm Harley, that's Red and the guy over there is Ra's something something. Nicetomeetya'," Harley introduced them, earning a long-suffering sigh from both her and Ra's. Tarble looked down at her hand, raising an eyebrow before he shook it. Electricity crackled from the handshake, but Tarble made no outward sign that he felt a thing.

"I've you're trying to electrocute me, you'll have to try a higher voltage," he stated flatly, sounding bored with the attempt on his life. Or practical joke. It was hard to tell with Harley at times. "Now, what do you want?"

"We want you to tell those stupid big wigs to go green and save the planet!" Harley announced, and it was left to them to elaborate on that point.

"We have a proposal for you regarding how pollution has affected your planet and devalues it," Ra's continued smoothly. Tarble glanced at him before he nodded, wordlessly turning around and walking into his office. After a brief moment of hesitation, they followed after Harley, who hadn't hesitated at all.

The office didn't look like what she expected. It was about as bland as the hallway outside, furnished with a desk, a few chairs and a tank thing tucked in a corner. If it wasn't for the leaning tower of pizza boxes, Pamala would have thought that no one used this room at all.

"Make your pitch," Tarble ordered easily, expecting them to obey. Pamala helped herself to a seat while Ra's took the other. Pine clung to the back of the chair while Harley jumped into her lap. Tarble didn't make a comment, nor did he look like he cared.

Ra's took out a puck-like disk and ran a thumb over the top, causing a hologram to appear with several graphs. Pamala recognized the studies. She helped write a few of them. There were dozens detailing the negative effects of pollution on the environment -- from how it negatively affected animal populations, to global warming, to health defects. Ra's had his bases covered, Pamala admitted to herself.

"I will cut to the chase," Ra's started, clasping his hands before him. "The UN has shown itself thoroughly ineffective when it comes to dealing with the grave issue of pollution. Even as they claim they are working to solve the issue, they actively reject alternative sources of energy while searching for dwindling supplies of oil. If something isn't done now, then the planet will suffer irreparable damage to its ecosystem...as well as it's price tag."

Pamala nodded, "Humans are killing the Earth, slowly but surely. Destroying the rainforest, causing wildfires, throwing their trash everywhere, fracking to get fossil fuels...something must be done." Like killing them all, or sending them to other planets devoid of any natural life. Examples were everywhere. The Great Pacific Garbage Patch, the deforestation of the amazon...all to build shopping malls and concrete jungles to fit more people. As if eight billion wasn't enough.

"What's a fossil fuel?" Tarble questioned, raising an eyebrow at them. The question caught Pamala slightly off guard, but she supposed it shouldn't have. From what she understood of saiyans, they were a barbaric race that lucked out to becoming a spacefaring race. They skipped all the steps from stone age to space age, so his ignorance made sense.

"It's a finite resource called oil which is distilled into several things ranging from plastics to gasoline. Both of which are harmful to the environment as after products, as well as the processes of creating both," Ra's answered easily. She noticed what he was doing -- short and simple answers. Did he think that Tarble wouldn't understand anything else, or did he know that Tarble wouldn't care for context?

"You humans make no sense. Some of you are playing with the loose strings of the fabric of reality, but the rest of you are stuck using finite fuels? Wait, doesn't Lex have like a half dozen sources of unlimited clean energy?" Tarble questioned, not sounding opposed to the idea of taking action. Which was promising. Though apparently the fact that he was on first-name basis with Lex Luthor was somewhat concerning.

"Quite. Legislation has been put in place to protect several core industries, which prevents anyone from implementing technology that would render those industries redundant." There was no small amount of disgust in Ra's tone that Pamala echoed with a firm nod.

"It applies beyond energy tech as well. Any kind of invention that would affect a large scale industry is limited by red tape," Pamala added, wondering if they could nudge Tarble into getting rid of that law. What did she care if millions of humans lost their jobs? They could go find other ones off-planet when the human race expanded away from Earth.

"However, I know that this issue concerns you little except for the fact that if this continues, then the property value of Earth will be permanently marred. We have reached the point of no return and the world leaders are intent of driving past it without a care." Ra's stated as Tarble tapped a finger on his chair.

Then he shrugged his shoulders. "Fine," he decided. Pamala blinked slowly, taking in a slow breath.

"That easy?" Harley asked the question that was on her mind.

Tarble shrugged, "I'm in a good mood and it sounds like something that's going to be a pain to deal with later if I don't deal with it now. I was planning on talking to the UN later, so I'll tell them to take care of it then." There was something...disconcerting at how easily he claimed that the UN would do whatever he told it to do. Most because Pamala was certain that they would. Unlike the Justice League, Tarble didn't pretend that they were in control. He didn't follow their rules. Instead, he forced them to obey his.

Harley threw up her hands as she cheered, "yay! The planet is saved!" Harley ung around, jabbing a finger in her face. "Now ya' don't have an excuse to not go to the movies with me!" Had Harley really tried to save the planet so she would go see that awfully generic romantic comedy?

"Let's go get some ice cream," Harley decided, jumping out of her lap and grabbing her hands to pull her up. Her words earned the most thoughtful expression from Tarble so far. And that was both amazing and horrifying.

"Ice cream? I've heard about it…" He trailed off, his eyes narrowing when Harley gasped dramatically.

"You haven't had ice cream?! Come on! We're fixing that right this second! I'm going to show you the joys of fast food sundays and fancy pantsy banana splits," Harley decided with the same ease as Tarble decided to end the pollution crisis.

Tarble looked hesitant for a moment before he jerked his head in a nod, getting up and once he did, Harley grabbed him by the hand and practically dragged him over his desk and towards the door. And, for a moment, Pamala simply watched them.

"How anticlimactic," she mused to herself. Pamala expected debates, arguments, refusals, and denials of irrefutable evidence. That was quick, simple, and easy.

But that's how things should be with a proper manager in charge.
 
On the other hand, a pure heart is one of the things that make Super Saiyan easier to achieve, and while this Kakarot isn't near as pure hearted as canon Goku, he still seem naturally friendly and good hearted, so he's probably a more likely candidate than Vegeta at least, Vegeta isn't likely to ever achieve Super Saiyan, without first seeing someone else do it(always easier to copy a technique, than making it from scratch.) as he's too far from that pure heart requirement.
I don't know. I sorta want Vegeta to be the first Super Saiyan when both he and Tarble end up in a losing fight at some point and Vegeta digs that extra deep to save his brother. Vegeta is plenty pure. What pure he is isn't pure good, but it's pure something alright.
 
Really Tarble has wiped out countries, and yet coexist with the Justice League, how the hell would that happen, that's the kind of crime, that would have the Justice League fight to the last to stop it.
 
Really Tarble has wiped out countries, and yet coexist with the Justice League, how the hell would that happen, that's the kind of crime, that would have the Justice League fight to the last to stop it.
Tarble can just blow the planet up and no one can stop him legally and power wise remember he likes fighting so they not likely accept him after hearing about him from on of the GL guys
 
Really Tarble has wiped out countries, and yet coexist with the Justice League, how the hell would that happen, that's the kind of crime, that would have the Justice League fight to the last to stop it.
I imagine he slide into place in a way that leaves him in limbo. Say he goes for a visit and someone invades Earth. Tarble is insulted by this and works with Earth's heroes to kick Darkside in the testicles or something. Life=Pain can turn out to be useless against someone who has accepted that pain=life, that there is no point in giving up because as long as you still hurt there is something still worth fighting for.

So they all go back home and have some beer and Tarble just fails to mention "oh, by the way I helped because I own this planet." because he's modest and doesn't like to rub that in people's face. Then something new crops up and Tarble helps the justice league out again.

Then something crops up and someone crosses a line for Tarble and he up and levels a country. "No slavery on my fucking planet" or some other red button issue he developed. The problem is that he didn't blow up someplace anyone likes, but someone those in power are sorta happy got blown up except they can't control Tarble.

Then Vegeta shows up and asks why people are not bowing before the owner of this planet.

Then the Justice League start talking about taking action, but now Tarble is both powerful enough to make them hesitate and the theoretical head of a state, IE legal owner of Earth. This uncertainty buys him enough time to come to an understanding with the governments on earth about what he's all about and just how powerful he really is. War nearly vanishes and crime slows significantly. People like their overlord Tarble and governments don't like him, but don't have the power to stop him.
 
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I imagine he slide into place in a way that leaves him in limbo. Say he goes for a visit and someone invades Earth. Tarble is insulted by this and works with Earth's heroes to kick Darkside in the testicles or something. Life=Pain can turn out to be useless against someone who has accepted that pain=life, that there is no point in giving up because as long as you still hurt there is something still worth fighting for.

So they all go back home and have some beer and Tarble just fails to mention "oh, by the way I helped because I own this planet." because he's modest and doesn't like to rub that in people's face. Then something new crops up and Tarble helps the justice league out again.

Then something crops up and someone crosses a line for Tarble and he up and levels a country. "No slavery on my fucking planet" or some other red button issue he developed. The problem is that he didn't blow up someplace anyone likes, but someone those in power are sorta happy got blown up except they can't control Tarble.

Then Vegeta shows up and asks why people are now bowing before the owner of this planet.

Then the Justice League start talking about taking action, but now Tarble is both powerful enough to make them hesitate and the theoretical head of a state, IE legal owner of Earth. This uncertainty buys him enough time to come to an understanding with the governments on earth about what he's all about and just how powerful he really is. War nearly vanishes and crime slows significantly. People like their overlord Tarble and governments don't like him, but don't have the power to stop him.
Don't know about crime, but large scale war is probably gone
 
It could also be that this future version of Tarble is that much stronger than the league.

Though I fail to see how supes just wouldn't sun dip for a hour or 2 and come back dozens of times stronger if that was the case.
 
Touch of Mystery
"Your half is bigger," Elery pointed out, pointing at my third of a creature that smelled like it was going to taste delicious. I looked over at her third to see that it was the exact same size as mine. Just as both of ours were the same exact size as Kakarot, who was already chowing down on his, so they were the same size. I knew that because I was forced to carefully cut the beast up into equal thirds under Elery's watchful eye, else she would accuse me of taking the biggest piece for myself.

Swallowing a sigh that could have been a mouthful of meat cooked over a fire made from a couple of trees, I rolled my eyes upward to the black sky that was illuminated by millions of pricks of light. "Would you want to trade then?" I asked, choosing not to argue as I held the slab out to her. Elery thought about it for a moment before she answered by taking mine out from my hands and giving me hers.

Only to second guess the decision a moment later before she switched them again, apparently judging them by the weight. I waited a few seconds, wondering if she was going to stick with the decision and confirmed that she was when she started biting into the slab of meat, coating her face with grease. I took a much more subdued bite from my own, finding that it was as good as smelled.

We sat in front of a massive fire not too far away from Gine's house that cooked an equally massive beast. I got the impression that Fasha wanted to catch up with Gine, so I volunteered to leave with Kakarot and Elery to let them. Beyond the flames was the city, and beyond that was the royal palace. I wonder if I should have gone with Mom and Vegeta? The last time we were all in the same room together was when I just got out of the tank.

"Whew! That was so much tastier than I thought they'd be!" Kakarot explained, excitedly gnawing on a bone to get whatever flavor out that he could. "I've been trying to kill one since I got back, but that lizard thing kept almost killing me," he informed, the sounds of a crackling fire and crunching bone filled the silence. The animal itself was rather sizable, large enough that a dozen of us could be swallowed whole without any difficulty, so that didn't surprise me.

"Got back?" Elery echoed, looking over at Kakarot. "Did you go somewhere?"

Kakarot nodded, wiping his mouth with the back of his forearm, patting his distended stomach happily. "I came back here a couple of years ago. I was an infiltration baby," he explained, making Elery cock her head to the side in confusion. Since she wasn't raised in a tank, there were a lot of gaps in her knowledge about the saiyan race. It was left to me to teach her what I knew.

Though, I didn't have any luck passing on my love for history with her. Yet. She was far more interested in the practical side of learning -- how to fight, techniques, and so on.

"He was weak so he was sent off to a planet to conquer to prove his worth," I explained, making Kakarot scowl. "I was almost the same way, but I don't think I would have come back. Successful infiltration babies are really rare."

Elery gasped as she looked at Kakarot, "you've taken over an entire planet all by yourself?!" She gushed and I could practically see it in her eyes that she was picturing herself performing the same feat. Kakarot nodded, thinking nothing of it.

"Yeah, but I don't really remember it," he admitted. "There were these bug aliens or something, and I looked up at the moon and everything went black. When I woke up, they were gone." I decided to not say anything about that. I learned from Lord Frieza that Bardock specifically chose a weak planet for him to conquer.

I spared him a glance -- I didn't have my scouter so I couldn't tell how strong exactly he was, but he felt weaker than Elery. And those kids that Elery was protecting him from. Which really raised the question of-

"Why were you fighting with those jerks?" Elery asked before I could mull the question over in my head to figure it out on my own. She took another large bite from her meal while Kakarot's face scrunched up.

"Because I want to get stronger," he admitted, "and they're some of the strongest. Dad says I should be careful about who I challenge, but...how can I ever get as strong as him if I'm being careful?" He grumbled more to himself than to us. I let out a small huff of laughter, disguising it as taking another bite of my meal. Kakarot glanced at me, his mouth open to speak, but he second-guessed himself.

I recognized it since I used to do the same. "If you want to ask something, then ask," I said, taking another bite. Kakarot looked surprised for a moment before he looked away, turning his attention to the beast we had slain.

"What's my dad like?" He asked in a quiet voice that was nearly lost in the crackling of the flames. "Mom just says that he's really strong and nice, but…" But Gine hadn't seen Bardock in six years.

In the end, it was rather easy to answer. "Back when Bardock was the team leader, he always felt like he had the answer to every problem. Me and the others, whenever things went wrong or we were over our heads, we would just turn to him instinctively for a solution. And we always expected him to have one, no matter how bad things got because he always did." I said, setting my slab of meat to the side, where it was promptly stolen by Elery.

"Really?" Kakarot asked eagerly, hanging on every word.

"Really. We believed in him completely because he never let us down. That's how much he inspired us," I explained. "He could be a real hardass at times -- especially during our spars, but you knew that he was doing everything that he could to make sure that you improved just as much as him, even when he was kicking your teeth in." I glanced at Kakarot to see him grinning like a loon, trying to picture his father.

"On missions, he was serious, but between them, he was pretty laid back. He and Tora used to have drinking competitions or trying to out-eat Borgos. He never managed it, never even came close, but he didn't let that stop him from trying." Looking back at it, I regretted how few of those memories that I had. How I slept through them because I didn't know how to handle...people.

"Bardock...out of everyone I've met -- Lord Frieza, or my Dad, I think he's the one that I respect the most," I told Kakarot. "And he gave me a saying that I try to follow -- The mission, the team, then pride."

"Huh?" Kakarot asked, tilting his head in confusion, looked puzzled enough that there might as well be a giant question mark hanging over his head. "What does that mean?"

I let out a small huff of laughter, "you'll figure it out soon enough." I told him, which made him that much more confused. He opened his mouth to pester me, only to be cut off by Elery.

And in that moment, Elery put an end to his window to speak by kicking him in the face. Kakarot flew to the side, bouncing off the ground once before he righted himself. "What was that for?!" He shouted, his hands curling into fists as Elery settled in a stance.

"I wanna get stronger too!" She explained as if that was all she had to say. And, I guess it was because the anger melted from Kakarot's gaze, replaced with excitement. I took another bite of my meal as the two clashed in front of a roaring fire, the light from it made the shadows look that much darker at the edge of a forest we camped at.

I could feel animals lurking in the darkness, waiting for a chance to scoop one of them up to eat in a single bite. Worse, some of them were strong enough to manage it.

Kakarot had talent. Already he was adapting to Elery's hyper-aggressive fighting style, and while he hadn't managed to land a hit yet, that was more because of the gap in speed and strength than skill. Kakarot, likely by virtue of constantly fighting stronger opponents, already favored a defensive style. They were a good match in that regard -- Elery would hopefully learn to not fight so aggressively or to attack in a way that it didn't matter. Likewise, Kakarot would learn how to strengthen his defense and when to attack.

Watching them carefully to ensure no predators would seize the chance to grab a bite-sized snack, I let my imagination wander. After we left Planet Vegeta...they were going to be soldiers. They were going to fight in war...and a shield world was on our shortlist of targets. As if right now, if either of them fought a scarab, then they were dead.

They needed the Wrath State, but it was currently useless to teach it to them. They needed other techniques to make up for their lack of strength. They…

A loud roar interrupted my thoughts and their fight. My gaze snapped up to the dark sky, searching for the source. It was outside of my range, but I could see a dark speck in the distance. "That roar," I muttered to myself, frowning at the spec. That roar sounded familiar.

"It's the Sky King!" Kakarot shouted with some nervousness that intermingled with excitement. I glanced at him as the dragon unleashed a roar that seemed to shake the planet itself.

"Sky King?" I echoed, following the spec that slowly grew larger in size. It was impossible to tell, but I felt it in my gut. I knew that roar. It was the same roar that I heard back when I first stepped foot outside of the Nursery. The dragon that attacked me and Leek. The dragon that forced me to fly, and nearly killed me if it wasn't for Vegeta. It had survived its wounds?

"It's a really big monster that's been attacking us for a while!" Kakarot explained, looking up at the dragon with a fierce expression. The dark sky was suddenly illuminated in a flash of light as the dragon shot a ki beam down at the ground before dive-bombing. "People are saying that it's the strongest monster on the planet, even the spaceships aren't a match for it! So, we've been trying to beat it ourselves...but everyone that's challenged it has died."

I mulled that over for a moment as the dragon picked up its dinner in its claws before flying off. From the shape of it, I'm guessing it was the same species that we just ate. That really put it in perspective just how huge it had gotten in the past six years.

"When you fight it, do you challenge it individually or in groups?" I asked, a plan forming in my mind. Kakarot looked at me as if I was asking him to share his half of a meal, and that was my answer.

We didn't have much time on Planet Vegeta, so we would have to make the most of it. Then we could take them to a weaker world, get them bloodied, and they would be as prepared for a shield world as they could be. Because, right now, they needed to learn how to survive on the battlefield more than they needed to win.



In front of me stood a hundred children, three of which I knew the names to. Elery, Olaive, and Kakarot. There were others that I recognized, like the ones that Elery had been fighting with, but the vast majority of them were fresh faces.

"My name is Prince Tarble, and soon you will all be marching to war under my direct command," I started, keeping my voice even but speaking loudly so my voice carried through the hard rock field we stood in. The sun was blazing overhead, baking us below -- Planet Vegeta was a planet of extremes, and even I was feeling the heat, though I couldn't afford to show it. "Now, can any of you guess why I've called you here today?"

The hundred or so children looked around at each other, then at me, or at those that stood behind me. Fasha, Gine and Matillo.

A few long seconds passed and no one spoke.

"That wasn't a rhetorical question," I informed, my gaze drifting over them. Some shifted in place, standing in rows, but I knew better than to expect them to stand in a certain pose. They didn't have the discipline for that, and that wasn't the kind I wanted to instill in them.

"Because we're the strongest?" Someone asked, making another scoff.

"No, can't be. Kakarot's here!" Another dismissed, making Kakarot scowl. Before he could do anything about it, I continued.

"You're here because you all have the potential to become leaders," I said. Dad was serious about our first step forward away from being a slave race like so many others. Those that showed the most potential in the tanks were given tailor-made educations to turn them into leaders. Olaive was an example of that -- there was a reason why she had a group of twelve following her around, and it wasn't just because of her strength.

Dad believed that the greatest weapon a saiyan had was their mind. And I agreed.

"You will be in charge of teams. Now, I want you to tell me what a team is," I ordered. Again, the silence was deafening as they looked around at each other. Even Elery looked a bit confused. I waited. And waited. And kept waiting and eventually they got the hint that I expected an answer.

"It's like the 501st, right?" Elery spoke up, shifting from foot to foot, looking put out at having to stand still and answer me in a way she wasn't used to. She looked uncertain, and that was a rarity for her. "A bunch of aliens work together since they're too weak to do things by themselves." There were murmurs of agreement and nodding.

I paused, looking at her for a long moment, and that's all I had to do to show that I didn't approve of that answer. She wilted slightly, which made me feel a bit bad, but I would feel a lot worse if she died.

"Is that so? Are you all in agreement?" I asked, turning my attention to all of them. This time the agreement was louder, more consistent, and more certain. "Well then, let's put that theory to the test then?" I said, my lips tugging upwards into a smile. I think I finally understood the smile that Mom gave me back when I was fresh out of the tank -- the one that could be mistaken for kind. Because, in the end, it would be a lie to say that I wasn't looking forward to this a little bit.

They were the strongest of this generation and they were about to find out just how big the ocean really was.

"You have five minutes on the clock. If one of you can land a single hit on me, then I'll teach all of you the Spiral Buster," I said, raising my hand up high before I began to form the attack. Once the technique was ready, I paid close attention to their curious and stunned looks. I watched them become awed when I launched it at an outcrop stone formation some distance away. The spiraling blue ki drill slammed into the rock formation -- the spiral buster was all about piercing power, so a perfect circle was drilled through the mountain like the dense stone wasn't even there.

Most looked awed. Olaive and Kakarot looked wary. Good.

"And...start," I said and those seemed to be the magic words because with that, a hundred children launched themselves at me. I batted a hand away, delivering a fist to the gut as I moved on to jerk my head to the side, dodging a roundhouse kick before I grabbed the offending leg to use the kid as a hammer against another three.

I blasted past Olaive and Kakarot, ignoring Elery's shouts of challenge as she gave chase. They attacked me in a giant wave of feet and fists, but I had all the time in the world to dodge out of the way. Each failed attack was punished with a devastating counter as I worked my way through the middle of them. I dodged a fist, grabbing the wrist of my attacker to drag him into the path of a girl's knee. In that same moment, I lashed out with a foot to plant it into another gut, folding her like a piece of paper.

Saiyans fought as individuals. It was not a hundred against one. It was one fighting a hundred people at the same time.

I heard a beep from the timer Matillo started, "four minutes left. Did I give you too much time?" I asked, looking down at the group. More than half of their numbers were down, and of that half that still wanted to fight, half of them were sporting wounds. Superficial ones but that was another problem that I needed to fix.

These were the strongest of this generation. They weren't used to feeling outmatched. They weren't used to getting the crap kicked out of them. They weren't used to digging deep and wanting to win so badly that you found ways to win no matter the odds. But that was okay.

They would learn.

Olaive hung in the back. Kakarot as well, Elery, however, rushed directly at me. And...this was my own fault, I realized. A wide grin was on her face, excitement danced in her eyes, and she didn't think for a single moment that she would fail.

"I'm going to learn that-gurk!" Elery gasped, cut off as I buried a fist in her gut. I...I loved my little sister, but I was hurting her by holding back. If she carried this attitude into a fight with a scarab, then she was dead. Elery collapsed, falling from the sky and landing heavily, clasping her stomach in pain.

And...just like that, my enjoyment vanished like smoke in the wind.

I moved, going on the offensive. It was then that Olaive sprung her trap. Her group of followers ran interference, while she tried to circle around for a sneak attack. Not bad. Kakarot, on the other hand, was aware of the plan even if he wasn't allowed in on it, but that didn't stop him from trying to take advantage. Both of them attacked from behind.

Twisting around, I caught their fists, their eyes going wide with surprise. Holding on, I twisted again in the air, using Olaive as a weapon and slammed her into one of her followers while I threw Kakarot at another. They weren't so weak-willed that they were out of the fight, but there wasn't much of a fight after that. I saw what I needed to see to make my decision.

It was still early, but Olaive and Kakarot would be my captains of my saiyan based army. They would have to grow into the role, but they were the only ones that realized what I was trying to show.

"Do you know why you couldn't even last two minutes?" I asked, forming a Medicine Ball in my hands before I tossed it upward. I was completely surrounded by the defeated children which had been so certain of their victory mere moments before. They looked in wonderment as their scrapes and bruises began to fade as the hard stone field was bathed in purple light.

This time, I didn't have to wait for an answer.

"We didn't work like a team," Olaive said, holding her arm until she realized she didn't feel any more pain in it.

I nodded, "because you didn't work as a team. If all of you had coordinated instead of rushing at me, then you might have had a chance. Instead, you fought as individuals and...in war, you'll die as individuals. A single scout class scarab could wipe all of you out. You are not strong. You are not invincible. And you will die if you try to fight like that in battle." I repeated the last point, looking at them all.

"Each of you was assigned to a group. I want you to stand with that group. Now," I added, my voice hard. They rushed to obey, not freed of their injuries, and within a few seconds, I had twenty groups of five. "Good. The group you are standing with is your team," I informed, causing them to look at each other. Kakarot got dirty looks, Elery looked confused, and Olaive looked confident.

"Teamwork is the combined effort of several people towards a singular goal. In time, you'll be learning exactly what that word means in combat, but for now, understand this -- you are stronger together and weak alone," I stated, earning some sharp looks but I didn't mind them.

"With that in mind, in one week, before we leave for the front, I expect all of you to work together, as a team, to kill the Sky King," I stated. With those words, I felt the tension in the air as my expectations settled on them. "I will give you the tools that you need to do it. However, it falls to you to use them."

Slowly, I pointed upwards to the Medicine Ball, "that is the Medicine Ball. That is one of the techniques you'll be learning during the next week." At that, some of them perked up while Olaive looked hungry.

"One of them?" She questioned while Kakarot looked at the ball, trying to figure out how to do it just by looking at it.

"You will be learning five techniques during the week, all of them I have created specifically for you all," I informed. There was some amusement in how easily their expressions changed when they heard they would be learning techniques. Even Elery perked up a bit, her sullen expression vanishing at the idea.

Now, it was time to add the cherry on top. "And, should you prove successful, I will teach you the Wrath State." If they were excited before, then they were ecstatic now. "You'll learn one today, but if you fail to master it by tomorrow, then you'll keep practicing it while everyone else is learning the new one. However," I added, curbing their growing excitement, "you succeed and fail as a team in battle, and the same principle applies here. If one member of your group can't perform the technique, then none of that group will learn the technique."

Kakarot's group looked at him, making him curl his hands into fists. I heard Gine behind me let out a small breath. It seemed like I had to reiterate a point.

"Teamwork is the combined effort of several people towards a singular goal. For now, the goal is to learn this technique," I explained, looking at them all as I spoke to get the point across. The lesson was that they're supposed to help the members of their team that were struggling rather than kicking them while they're down.

And...if they couldn't learn that lesson, then I was just going to leave them here. I wasn't going to throw lives away -- not just the ones that refused to learn teamwork, but the ones that they would inevitably get killed with them.

"This technique is called the Bubble Shield," I said, spreading my hands out. I based this one on the shield I saw Kaylark use. "You focus your ki like this; hmmm...then you spread it like this: hnnnn!" I explained, blue ki emerging from my hands that began to spread outwards while everyone watched in wonderment. "As you spread it, you shape it into a ball. So, think of the moon like this: Hm!" And with that, a round bubble shield of ki formed around me.

"That's the base of the technique," I continued. "But a shield is worthless if it breaks when something hits it. Gather your ki and reinforce, harden it like this: HNNNNN!" I didn't need to, but I showed the ki shield thickening to demonstrate what I meant. I held the technique for a few seconds before I dropped it and my hands.

"It's a defensive technique and when you use it, you won't be able to attack," I explained. To them, it sounded like a design flaw. However, if you were in a position that needed that technique then you weren't in a position to attack in the first place. Not to mention, it would promote teamwork among them -- the ideal the team formation I was going for was three offense and two support with those roles changing on the fly.

"Tomorrow, I'll test your shields myself," I informed as I floated upwards as I felt a presence enter my range. I looked down at all of them -- children that I had to turn into soldiers, just as I was. Already they started practicing, some finding more success than others. Matillo, Fasha, and Gine would serve as overseers and discourage conflict between teams.

I cracked a smile when I saw Kakarot and Elery have the most success before I turned my attention upwards. I turned to Dad, who watched the children with his arms crossed. When I requested information on them, he hadn't given his opinion on the idea, but looking at him, I thought he approved of it.

"That was well handled, my son," Dad said, his gaze drifting down to Mom for a moment before it settled at me. Mom had stayed at the castle last night, so I'm guessing that they- or, rather, Mom wasn't mad anymore. Though, it didn't seem that they were talking.

My smile grew at the praise -- it was weird receiving it from him. With Mom, I just kinda got used to it and how overbearing it could be. Dad was different in that regard. They were simple, to the point, and you knew he meant them because otherwise, he wouldn't have said anything.

"Thank you. Olaive and Kakarot show the most promise, but we'll see how long that lasts. Others could step up to the plate," I responded, looking down. "But, if they learn, then I have a good feeling about all of them."

"It bears considering if your lessons should be included in the gestation tank," Dad remarked, earning a surprised look from me. "What you're suggesting is against our instincts, but you aren't wrong to do so. Rather having them unlearn habits, the next generation could have that inclination to teamwork to start with." I considered that for a moment, looking down at the kids below.

I've always known that there was some level of brainwashing going on with the tank. I noticed it most back when I was fresh out of the tank and it was a tug of war between my saiyan nature and human inclinations. Even now, there were a few holdovers from my previous life. That, however, caught me off guard.

"Is that possible?" I questioned, making Dad frown ever so slightly as he looked down at the children learning. It deepened further when Kakarot was the first to succeed, even if it was only for a moment. From what Matillo told me, we hadn't always been so individualistic, but...to brainwash a generation to be more cooperative…

"It is," Dad answered. "Children's minds are malleable. When they're exposed to concepts early, it can change their perception. It's too late for this lot, but if we expose the next generation to the concept of teamwork early, they won't struggle with it." Then he let out a small huff of laughter, "it's especially too late for old men like me."

I didn't like it. Just...changing the nature of our race for convenience...but wasn't that also a good thing? If the next generation learned early the value of teamwork, just as I had, wouldn't that save lives? Wouldn't the saiyan race be stronger for it?

"Okay," I agreed with a nod. I didn't like it, and I never would, but what I liked or wanted didn't matter.

"Good. I'll inform Thyme," Dad said before he turned to me, the edge of his lips curling upwards into a smile. "Before that, it is time that you learn your birthright. The Galick Gun," Dad informed, explaining his presence here. Only Vegeta's warning that he would teach me stopped my eyes from bugging out.

I returned the sharp grin, "I can't wait." I spared one last glance at the ones below before I blasted off with Dad.



It was only when we flew over a grand desert with large dunes as far as the eye could see that I realized that this was the first time in my life I would have a one on one time with my dad. The few times I saw him, it was either with the rest of the family, or when I was being debriefed with my team. Oh...and there was yesterday when he informed me of an ancient plot to usurp Frieza's place in the Trade Organization, but Vegeta was there with me.

"This is the spot," Dad said, angling down as we sailed by a sand dune the size of a mountain. On the other side of it, however, was an ancient temple that was half-buried beneath the ocean of sand. I perked up, narrowing my eyes as I took in the ancient stone towers, some broken laying in the sand, which led up to a temple-like building.

I said temple-like because it was made of hard stone but it had aged poorly over however long it had been here. Cracks, the ceiling had collapsed, more than a little of it was buried in sand, and it looked like it had been in the unforgiving sun for hundreds of years without rest. Dad touched down at the entrance, giving me a moment to take it all in.

"For you to understand the Galick Gun, you must learn what it means for the royal family," he said, catching my attention before she strode into the temple. I followed after him, my eyes adjusting to the low light easily enough. I almost expected there to be carving on the inside of the temple, to show some kind of history or explanation why this place was here, but there wasn't anything. Just smoothed walls and a lot of sand.

That was until Dad walked into the center of the room, stepping up three round platforms placed on top of each other to serve as steps. He knocked some sand away to grab a handle in the center of the smallest platform before he twisted and pulled. A pillar came up first before a loud hiss of hair blasted away grains of sand as the platforms began to rise.

"This place," Dad began, turning to me as a staircase was revealed, "is where our people first landed on Planet Vegeta. The building was placed here to mark its place," he explained before he began to walk down the steps. I eagerly followed, looking around at the carved brick. I felt a hum of excitement travel through me. Learning subjects like math and biology made me appreciate learning history that much more. Mostly because I actually liked learning history.

This place, these bricks...they not only were they the first examples of saiyan construction, but they were one of the only examples. Even now, we live in the hollowed husk of the Truffle cities, slowly filling them up but it would be dozens of generations before we manage to fill them all up.

The steps led us down into a cavern. For a moment, it was so dark that I was going to use a minor Solar Flare to see. Before I could, lights flickered to life, illuminating the cavern. Some of it was a natural formation, but most of it was man-made. Cut stone was supported by metal, blending natural formations with man-made supports until the cavern itself was roughly a couple of hundred yards long and about a hundred wide.

Dad didn't stop walking down the steps, but I did. Because in the center of the cavern was a ship. It took the shape of a ring, hovering over the ground silently. The outside was a metallic gray without any seams or light, almost as if it were made of a single piece of metal. If it wasn't for the dust that had gathered on it, I would have thought it was staying perfectly still, but it was steadily spinning in place.

"This is the ship that brought the saiyan race to this planet,' Dad informed, coming to a stop and it was only then that I realized he left me behind. I hurried down, nearly tripping over my feet as I took the ship in. I've never seen anything like it before. It was fairly large, just large enough to fit in a population of saiyans to prevent the entire species from dying off.

This wasn't made by us. That much was obvious. "Do we know anything about it?" I asked, coming to a stop next to Dad.

"Nothing," Dad admitted. "All we know is that the ship was found when Sadala was being destroyed by the Legendary Super Saiyan if you believe the legends," he said, sounding like he didn't. "In all likelihood, the Wrath State was the basis for that legend."

I shook my head, "it's not." I knew that it wasn't. "Based on what Matillo told me, it sounds like Sadala was destroyed in a fight. On accident, even. The Wrath State is only a ten times multiplier, so unless the saiyans on Sadala were much stronger than we are now, there's no way they could destroy a planet on accident with the Wrath State." I argued, making Dad frown in thought as he mulled that over.

"Hm. And we know that's not the case since our people have only grown stronger since landing on Planet Vegeta. So there might be some truth to the legends after all," Dad muttered to himself as he turned his attention back to the ship. "However, regardless of what happened to Sadala, it is lost to us. The only thing we know of the ship is two things -- it was found as our people fled the destruction and the second is this."

King Vegeta raised a hand and a dark red ki blast formed in his palm before he launched it at the ship. The ki ball slammed into it and simply vanished. A shield of some kind?

"The second part is this -- the origin of the Galick Gun is a lie," Dad informed. "Its exact origin has been forgotten, but we have no ancestor named Galick. Now, watch," Dad settled in a wide stance, his one palm facing outwards as the other cupped around the back of that hand. "First, you gather the energy in your palm like this: Hm!" He started as I watched with rapt attention as his red ki gathered.

"The nature of the attack is unstable, but you must control it like this: HN!" He continued, his expression tightening before the red ki in his outward-facing palm began to grow, arcs of red electricity cackling. "Feed more power into it until you feel as if you're going to lose control of the technique entirely, and when your control begins to slip you fire it like this: AHHHH!" King Vegeta shouted before he thrust his palms outwards, launching the ki attack at the ship, the cavern dyed red as arcs of electricity were drawn towards the metal in the room.

This time the ki didn't simply vanish. The surface of the ship rippled like water, taking in the attack and...something changed. The surface changed, almost as if it were taking a different shape, only to give up halfway. When Dad ended the attack, the ship returned to the ring shape, the only signs anything had changed was the lack of dust on some parts.

"The Galick Gun is a key created when our race lived on our home planet," Dad said, crossing his arms as he glared hard at the ship like it had insulted him personally. "But it's incomplete. Either the technique is, or there's another step to activating the ship that we have forgotten."

Dad turned to me, his expression grave. "Much was lost to us when the saiyan race fled Sadala. More than just our pride. This ship represents the only way we can possibly find the planet again," he informed, settling a hand down on my head, his dark eyes hard. "All of our family has attempted to activate the ship, but none have succeeded. And now, my son, it is your turn."

With that, Dad stepped back and let me make my attempt. I looked at the ship, trying to perceive its secrets by staring at the surface of it. Unfortunately, I had no such luck. So, slowly, I mimicked the pose that Dad made and began to channel my ki, all the while my mind raced about what I had just learned.

That ship was the way to find Sadala. Our home planet. And...I wanted to see it. I had to.

It was years, but I still remembered those few moments when a saiyan with an aura of shimmering red stood before me. At the time, I was distracted by the whole 'nearly bisected' thing, but now I had time to think about it, I realized something. The saiyan wasn't wearing Frieza-force armor. He was wearing bone and cloth.

I think he was a saiyan from Sadala. How he was able to contact me, I didn't know, but this ship was my way to learn.

As I channeled the ki, instantly I noticed how unstable the technique was. As I compressed the ki, it tried to blow up in my hands like a hand grenade, but my control was refined by my training with Matillo. I kept a tight grip over the technique, pouring more and more and more into it as blue lightning cackled in the palm of my hand. The bolts of lightning didn't vanish in a flash of light -- they carved lines into the stone as they were dragged to pieces of metal.

I pushed more and more and more into it, and right when it felt like I was about to lose control of it, I launched it at the ship. The blast of ki slammed into its surface, stronger than Dad's. Lines began to form on the surface, the featureless ship gaining segmented parts as the metallic sheen began to glow. I pushed more and more and more into it...but...it wasn't enough.

As my attack tempered off, the changes faded. Within a second, the ship returned to its original shape. That...was a powerful attack to start with. I could have gone to my Wrath State, but I was afraid of destroying it...but…

"You are still young. You have another six years until your growth spurt. You may try again then. You'll be stronger," Dad said, nodding at me and smiling at my obvious disappointment. I nodded in reluctant acceptance before he led us out of the cavern.

As we left, I cast one last look at it, it's unchanged surface mocking me as I mulled over the problem and the technique.

There was a piece missing, and I vowed to find out what it was. And one day, I would find out who that saiyan was.
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For some reason, the mention of the lightning carving lines into the stone and the whole 'galick gun' thing is really making me think that this is somehow related to the Final Flash.
 
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