Trunks 10: Difficluties of Time Travel

Descending back down to land, the others were surrounding the body of Goku who laid on the ground exhausted…His Ki was rapidly spiking and descending at an alarming rate, something I had never witnessed before

Although the others surrounded him, their attention wasn't directed at him, but at me.

Their gazes… They didn't look happy to see me. They looked terrified. As if I was a monster. As I got closer, a few even retreated a few steps back while the ones that didn't were quivering in their boots. Excluding father who looked to be surprised more than anything.

"Uh… Hey."

I waved, uncertain of what proper things to say.

Hesitantly approaching me, the other me stepped forth.

"A-are you really… me?"

He stuttered as he examined my wounded body.

Realizing that some of the other Ki-sensitive individuals looked as if they were about to faint, I relaxed every muscle in my body relinquishing my form, suppressing my power level.

Biting my lip, I grunted in pain. I felt like my back was on fire. The only thing I could realistically compare the feeling to was the sensation of someone tossing a mixture of glass and acid at me.

"Agh"

Biting my lip in agony, I sucked up the pain and continued on with the brief exchange.

"Yeah… I am… But you do realize that the others just heard you say that, right?" I asked, understanding that because of not only him, but father as well had exposed our identities.

Slowly turning around, Other Trunks saw that the others were now in a state of perplexity and tension.

"Shit…"

He facepalmed.

"I think it's about time you explain to the others what's going on. Enough with the secrecy." Piccolo demanded with hostility, glaring directly at me for some reason… Which made me uncomfortable.

I didn't owe him anything. I didn't owe anyone… I had my own reasons for being here. Meeting new people was just a bonus. Yet here Piccolo was, demanding that I tell the world everything… I had no intentions of doing so. The only thing they would receive from me was a warning. And I was doing that out of the kindness of my heart, something the other Trunks would have done anyway.

Glancing at the others, I could see that agreement was written on their faces. It was strange seeing how quick they switched from welcoming to cautious… although it upset me, I guess that was understandable if I were to had put myself in their collective shoes.

First, I wanted to see if Goku was alright. He was the first friendly person I had met in a while.

"…"

Stopping me from walking forward, Other me put his hand on my shoulder and whispered.

"I wanna ask you about what exactly just happened, but that can wait. Goku's in pretty bad condition right now… I don't know what he did to gain the amount of power he did, but whatever it was, it caused him to be in that state. It's not looking good." He said with worry and frustration in his tone.

Looking past him, I saw that Goku looked to be in a critical state. His muscles were spasming violently while his veins squirmed as if he had frenzied worms burrowed inside of his skin, eating away at his constitution.

Nodding my head, I took a few steps forward but was interrupted once more.

"You stop right there, Saiyan. We all heard that Vegeta was your dad. I don't know what your plan is, but we won't let you touch Goku!"

Stated Yamcha, blocking my path alongside Tien, Krillin, Puar, and Chiaotzu while they delivered dirty looks to father.

The only ones who seemed the most collected were Gohan, who stood by Goku, and Piccolo, who cautiously observed my every move like a hawk. Meanwhile, mother was confused about the entire situation and began to converse with father, who seemed to have a little more information than the others.

"It's… Alright. Let him pass."

Goku voiced with extreme fatigue, barely audible.

Hesitantly, the others broke the line they formed, allowing me passage to my injured sparring partner.

Walking up to Goku, I squatted down and noticed that he was barely still conscious with only one eye open.

"You don't look too good… What happened just now? Why's your body so screwed up right now?"

I asked.

"Yeah. I went ahead and beat myself up before you could. Haha."

He chuckled even while in pain.

Hastily rummaging through his pockets, Gohan pulled out a small brown burlap bag.

"Here, dad. Eat this so you can feel better."

He said nervously as he fed Goku who looked like he was feeling an excruciating level of pain.

"Thanks, son."

He smiled, chewing up the miracle drug that was permanently out of stock in my time.

Steadily watching him, I eyed as his body magically recuperated, as if his life wasn't in jeopardy mere seconds ago.

I scanned astutely as the hand that I injured began to mend itself together as if there were tiny microorganisms stitching him back together.

"Ah."

With a smile, Goku nimbly jumped to his feet, feeling rejuvenated.

"I feel much better."

He said, jumping with vigor.

Not only did he recover, but his power also shot up as well by a decent amount.

"Hey, Trunks?"

He asked with a goofy grin.

"Yeah?"

"I guess I made you go Super Saiyan in the end, didn't I?"

"..."

I was surprised... The Guy almost died, all because he wanted to make me use more of my power. Was life just a weird game to him?

Strangely enough... Instead of looking at him as if he was some self-destructive battle-hungry sociopath, I could only smile. I couldn't help but remember all the long and hard battles that I had with Gohan. I had been in Goku's position a countless number of times when his son was alive in my time.

"Goku… What just happened? You looked like you were about to die when your people just got you back."

I voiced.

I had foggy memories of seeing the Kaio-ken in my past life, but seeing its after-effects today in real life was … gruesome.

Had I just forgotten that the toll user's body after using the skill was just this intense after 17 years?

Giggling, Goku looked me up and down, then picked Gohan up on his shoulder.

"Gohan, how about you share with our friend here?"

Looking slightly hesitant, Gohan reached into the bag and did as his father asked, handing me the large green bean.

Chewing down on the bean, I felt an almost overwhelming vibration through the entirety of my body.

My back injury, I felt the pain disappearing. All of the prior fatigue I felt had vanished. I even felt an odd sense of clarity within my mind. It was like I had been pumped full of adrenaline.

Just like Goku, I felt stronger. More agile. I could see better. I felt so good I felt like I could hear colors.

"Feeling a little better? I did get you real good with that last attack." Goku smiled.

"Haha."

His smile was contagious. He was a real funny gut.

"Yeah… I'm all good now….But, I gotta say, I'm pretty disappointed that my scars that I got beforehand didn't heal."

I hated them. I tried to subconsciously ignore the markings on my body because they made me feel insecure so I tried to cover up most of my body whenever I was out, but that was just something I had to deal with.

Honestly, right now was one of those rare times I felt uncomfortable. Goku's life-ending Ki blast designated my shirt. Now, everyone was just staring at me while I was topless with a red bandana wrapped around my neck.

"What?! You wanna get rid of those? They make you look so cool though!"

He stated encouragingly.

"Thanks man. I appreciate it. I was just a little curious on how the senzus work though." I responded.

"Ah. Right. Well, they can heal you, but they can't really repair things like missing body parts or injuries that have already healed on their own. The magic in them gives you stamina and brings all your drained Ki back from when you were in a tough spot. It's kinda like going back in time, but for your body specifically."

Judging from his answer, I inferred that he didn't realize that Senzus also gave Zenkais to Saiyans. Explaining that to him would have been unnecessary though. He probably already knew on a subconscious level. He probably had been taking them since he was a kid.

"Understood… What about your condition? Why did you... Ya know... Almost die? Or am I wrong."

"Haha. About that… I almost did die. If I waited any longer to use that Senzu, the recoil of Kaio-ken would've definitely killed me." He remarked while scratching the back of his head while Gohan's little eyes were about to pop out of his head at the idea of his dad dying, but kept his thoughts to himself.

"What did you just say, you reckless jerk! All of us had been waiting for you for the last year, only for you to risk your life over something stupid like a sparring match! Meanwhile, you have your son on your shoulders listening to all that!"

Shouted Mother from afar.

"What? I didn't end up dying, so we're all good! What's the big deal? Even if I died, I could just be wished back by the Dragon Balls because it wasn't from natural causes." Goku challenged.

"Goku! You… You!"

Washing her hand over her face, she gave a stressful sigh.

"I swear. You guys rely too much on the Dragon Balls. Just watch. One day, they're gonna come back to bite us. Either that, or we're not gonna have them anymore. Then what will you do, huh?" She shouted, looking like she was about to bite his head off.

"Well, if that happened, we'd just use the Namekian ones."

He nonchalantly shrugged.

Then, Piccolo interjected.

"You should be the last one to be talking about the use of Dragon Balls when you're the same person who intended to wish for a significant other." He spat.

"Who told you about that?! I didn't even go through with it. That's not fair and you know it, you string bean!" She exclaimed, erupting in embarrassment.

"Ha."

Father snorted which caused Mother to snap back.

"And what are you laughing at, pinky?"

She said, glaring at the man.

"What did you say call me?"

Vegeta spat.

While they had their spat, Goku continued to explain to me what happend.

"Anyway. The technique I used was called the Kaio-Ken. It multiplies my power and drains stamina really quickly. It was my first time using it with Super Saiyan which also drains my stamina. When I used em in combination, I'm pretty sure I almost exploded Haha."

"Jesus…"

I mumbled.

"Hmm? Who's that? Is that food or something?"

"Uh… No. Let's move on from that."

I realized that although the section of the multiverse I was in had a lot of similarities to my last world, somethings didn't exist here. Christianity being one of them. Strangely enough, Scientology was present.

"Okay."

"Enough!"

Piccolo shouted.

"You two over there, flirt somewhere else. And you, explain yourself." He pointed to me.

Again… The tone of his voice… It irritated me. His body language made me feel like he was about to attack me at any moment. I didn't like it.

"You dare, you bipedal overgrown spruce?"

Father spat venomously whilst Piccolo ignored his comment. His outburst wasn't for my sake, but his own pride.

Although mother wanted to argue as well, Piccolo had a point. She was curious as to what was going on. I could assume that Father had kept his lips sealed about my profile judging from her level of intrigue.

Looking around, I saw that everyone was still wary of me.

Taking note of all the gazes, I noticed that there was one missing… My own. Or rather, the alternative version of myself.

I could still sense his energy which meant he hadn't gone to either the past or the future yet, but he was nowhere in sight.

'That little fucking weasel…'

I thought, grinding my teeth.

Our cover was blown. He had left me to explain everything while he sat on a mountain a couple of miles away, probably continuing to eat his ice cream while watching the entire situation go down. For a moment, I reflected on the fact that I didn't owe these guys anything, especially the green one who acted the most entitled. These guys, excluding the obvious, were all strangers to me. I didn't need their validation.

Realistically speaking, I could have just left right now without any repercussions… But a part of me felt like doing them a favor, thinking about how I would have felt in their shoes. I definitely would have liked to be informed on information regarding my demise.

"Alright… I'll tell you all the truth… My name isn't Scar. It's Trunks. I'm from the future. The other guy isn't my brother. He's another version of me from a different timeline. We both came here from two different futures 20 from now where all of you die. As you discovered from the, at the time, very distraught Vegeta, I'm his son."

"*tsk*"

"Distraught. You act as if I've grown attached to you because you told me your pathetic tale." He scoffed.

"...Sure. Anyway, like I was saying,"

"Don't dismiss me, you bastard! Acknowledged what I said! You are nothing but a probability out of an infinite! You don't even have a tail." He shouted.

"And where is your's?"

I asked.

"T-that's beside the point!"

He stumbled, causing me to fight the urge to smirk.

"Like I was saying, you all die. Androids come to kill you."

…

…

Without giving too much information about myself, I explained the upcoming events in great detail.

Although I could tell that some of them didn't like me, the ones that mattered did. Saying goodbye to the others, I made my way to the other version of myself who had been watching us the entire time.

"So… How did it go? What did you end up telling them?"

He asked, slightly nervous.

"The truth."

Horrified at the two sentences, he jumped up in shock.

"What do you mean by the truth?"

He said with his voice cracking in panic.

"The truth."

"Why?! Do you realize what you just did, you moron?!"

"Yeah. I do. I just said it."

"Because of you, our entire existence has been jeopardized!" Dread was written all over his face.

"Shut up."

"How could you-"

"*boom*"

Punching him in his chest, he folded like a lawn chair on the ground searching for air.

"*gasp*"

"Why?"

"That was for leaving me out there, knowing what type of awkward situation I would be put in… And also for whining so much."

Slowly getting up from the ground, he looked at me with disdain.

"If I knew you planned on killing us, I would have stayed."

He spat, grinding his teeth and balling his fist up.

"You felt that punch, right?" I asked.

"Of course, I felt it!"

He shouted gripping his chest dramatically.

"Good. That means you're still alive. We haven't been blipped, which means everything is fine."

"You don't know that… What if dad and mom decided not to-"

"Not to what?"

Other Trunks hadn't realized it, but father had followed me to my destination with his energy suppressed.

Snapping his head to the alien voice, father stood behind other me, staring him right into the depths of his soul.

"Fa-father?"

Other Trunks stuttered. This was their first interaction, although I had informed father of his backstory already. Needless to say, Other Trunks was unprepared.

"So…"

Darting his eyes toward me, he began to ask,

"This is my other son?"

He asked with his arms crossed, sizing him up.

"What are you doing here? You weren't supposed to be-"

"A father can't come to say hello to his children?"

He smirked, interrupting the teen.

Not knowing what to say, Other Trunks had become lost in thought.

"Kind words, but what are you really here for?"

I replied.

"Ha… Well, that should be obvious. I came here to inform you that I do intend on courting the earth woman, Bulda."

Surprisingly… From the looks of things, he actually wanted to send us off… But unsurprisingly, he had to be an asshole about it.

"It's Bulma, dwarf."

I responded.

"That's what I just said." He answered back with mild frustration.

"You didn't…"

"Well, you knew what I meant, you pretentious long-haired brat. Anyway, although she does make my Saiyan Blood boil with rage, she does remind me of a Saiyan woman…she's prideful and strong-willed. On top of that, she has an exceptional build with wide birthing hips."

"Please stop with the describing before you get weird and explicit. That's my mother."

I pleaded.

Looking at other Trunks, I could tell he was feeling the same feelings I was.

"Ha. Where do you think a new you will be coming from? After I mate with-"

Snapping out of his spell, Other Trunks intervened.

"Father! Please!? I don't want to hear about your intentions of doing it with mom!" He said, covering his ears.

"*tsk*"

"Virgin."

He spat looking at the Other Trunks which prompted me to smirk.

"My point is, there is no need for either of you to worry. Your existence will be guaranteed soon enough."

"I'll be honest… I don't know what to say to that."

I replied.

"Me either."

Added Other Trunks.

"Be grateful. I could waste you on blankets depending on your attitude. Your life is in my hands metaphorically and literally. I'm doing you a service. I expect to be thanked." He frowned.

"Gross!"

Other Trunks shouted.

"Thank you for potentially screwing my mother, Dad. I reaalllly appreciate it." I said with as much sarcasm I could muster. Even ironically saying those words made me want to vomit.

"You're welcome…Now that wasn't so hard, now, was it?"

"…"

"…"

It was as if he wallowed in our suffering.

"What are you planning to do for the next 3 years while I'm busy training to singhandnly defeat the androids?" He asked with his usual tone of arrogance.

Attempting to reply, other Trunks began to speak.

"Well, I plan on-"

"Not you."

Father snapped.

"Huh? What did I do?"

Asked other Trunks.

"I don't know whether or not I like you yet. I haven't decided. Although you managed to reach the state of Super Saiyan, you are still yet to prove yourself worthy of being called my son, no matter if my earlier words may have conveyed such." He declared.

At father's words, Other Trunks looked devastated. Throughout our conversation, father had barely bothered to make eye contact with him. I even started to feel bad for the kid. He realized what was going on, but he wanted to be a part of the conversation.

He had most likely heard all the same stories that I had heard growing up about Father being a strong and commendable hero and probably idolized him in a way… Yet, here he was playing second fiddle.

I had just punched and made him feel slightly lesser. Now, his own father just denounced him.

"Dad… The other me is a little asshole, but he's an okay person, overall. Stop treating him like that."

I spoke, which caused Trunks to pop his head up in surprise and appreciation for the first time.

"Stop? Why should I?"

He asked with a raised brow.

"Because, he's a good kid. Your kid."

"So? What does it matter that he's good? What does it matter that he's my child? Does that mean that I should just be nice to him because of an artificial paternal bond you've manufactured? He isn't entitled to such. Hey! Single sword purple hair. Tell me. Did you defeat the androids in your time?" He asked Other Trunks.

Pausing for a moment, Other Trunks answered.

"N-no… That would've been impossible… They're too strong for me to handle on my own. That's why we came here to warn you guys."

"Hear that, Son? The androids of his time were too strong so he cowardly ran from them so that we could help him. Although you did the same, at least you eventually killed them and got your revenge like a true Saiyan would. Meanwhile, this one depends on the kindness of complete strangers to help him instead of aspiring for power… Pathetic, isn't it?." Father asserted which caused other Trunks to flinch.

Father's statements… Upon hearing them, they delivered a great amount of shock to Other Trunks. I still hadn't told other me that I killed my androids. I hadn't even gotten the chance to fully explain to him what I was here for.

Not only did he just get called a coward, but he also was told that the greatest enemies he had ever faced had been killed in a timeline different than his own, by a different version of him.

"What is he talking about? Is what he said true? Did you really kill the Androids?"

He asked in disbelief.

"Yeah…"

Technically speaking, Gohan killed 1 and a half of them while I killed Cell, a far stronger android.

"Oh? He didn't tell you that in his timeline, he killed them? Figures as much. I wouldn't tell you either." Father ridiculed.

"That's enough… Dad. What you're doing unnecessary at this point."

"On the contrary,I think it is… He may be stronger than me currently, and he may be a Super Saiyan, but judging from his reactions to my taunting, I can tell that he's just a pampered brat with muscles. I'll surpass him easily if someone like him was able to ascend." He concluded.

"..."

Other Trunks was upset. He was angry. But he had no comeback to the verbal bombardment.

Father had probably picked at every single one of his insecurities while he could only sit and take it.

"You're a Dick."

"But he's the reciprocal, which I like to argue is far worse."

He retorted.

Having had enough, Other Trunks decided to finally stand up for himself.

"You may be right, father… about everything you just said. About my future… About me being a coward…about me being pampered. But I'll tell you this. I came here with the intention of fixing the past. I plan on making good on that, whether you like it, or not!"

Stated Other Trunks with balled fists and a flame of courage sparked in the left side of his chest.

"Oh? And how does a disappointment like you intend on doing that, huh? Are you going to use the Dragon Balls to wish for unlimited power? Are you going to wish all your problems away? Those are the only ways I imagine someone like you could increase your worth." He heckled.

"By training for these next 3 years, getting stronger than you ever could in any timeline!" He erupted.

"I don't need you. I don't need Goku. I don't even need the Dragon Balls to do it. I'll gain my own power!" He vowed.

With that Father smirked.

"Good. At least you have some level of Saiyan pride. You might actually be worth more than I considered. That is… If those aren't just useless words coming out your mouth and you honestly make good on them, Boy." He grinned.

In his gesture, I realized, Father had done all this for a reason. He was testing Other Trunks for drive.

Turning his head to me, he then repeated his original question. "What are your plans for the next 3 years?"

"In these next 3 years, I plan on staying here… training, as usual."

"And where do you plan on living and doing this training?"

"Well, it doesn't really matter. Maybe the forest… Maybe in a city, somewhere. I don't know yet. I hadn't planned that far ahead." I answered candidly.

"Then how about this… In a single year's time, I plan on becoming a Super Saiyan. When I'm able to beat you in a fight by then, I want you to come and live with me. Then, you and I will continuously fight for superiority every day and continuously push each other to our outermost limits, becoming the warriors of prophecy that our people have been seeking for over 1,000 years." He said with confidence.

"You want me to live with you? But aren't you bumming around at our mother's house."

"*tsk*"

"It will be partially mine soon enough when I bring you into existence, you goddamn exhibitionist."

He retorted.

"The offer stands for you too."

He said, finally making eye contact with Other Trunks.

"..."

Uncertain what to say, other Trunks stood in silence.

"*tsk*"

"It was just an offer. You do what you want."

He expressed.

"T-thank you."

He uttered.

Stepping with confidence to father, I spoke.

"That sounds good… if I'm telling you the truth…But, you're pretending like I would ever allow you to get stronger than me." Although I didn't actually intend on living with him, fighting someone with his level of tenacity didn't sound bad.

I knew his future. I knew what his potential capabilities were. If he were to make good on his word and get stronger, then that meant infinite Zenkais for the both of us.

"Ha… You think I'm joking, but I'm not. I along with all of the earthlings saw what you were capable of. While they were pissing themselves, I was inspired. You are my new stepping stone… Kakarot may be strong, but now I know what I have to reach." He said pointing at me.

"And I'll be damned if any child of mine remains above me for any longer."

"Then I guess we can agree to disagree."

I retorted.

"Agreed."

"Trunks…"

He said, catching the attention of other me.

"Yes?"

"Don't be a disappointment. Don't ever allow another person to tell you what your limits are. Like I told Scar, I have no problem with beating you to death if you become weak. Get stronger. And after you get stronger, go further beyond. Understood?!"

"Understood."

He said, tightening his palms into fists.

"Good. I'll see you two accidents in a year's time. Meet me here. I'll be taking both of you on this exact day."

"What did you just call me?"

I angrily spat.

"Scar. I'm not going to call you both Trunks. I refuse to continue on with this redundancy act. You're Scar, and the other one is Trunks from now on. When my son is born, I'll find another Nickname for the other one. Maybe, Crybaby. Or Pants. Either one of those would fit."

He smirked.

"What? Why does he get Scar and I get Crybaby?"

Other Trunks voiced.

"Because I think it's fitting, Crybaby."

He chuckled.

"As for you. Don't ask a needless question you already have the answer to."He said, referring to me.

Turning around without saying another word, Father flew off to where mother and Yamcha were waiting for him.

"That ass hole."

I muddled underneath my breath.

The reason wasn't because he had given me a dumbass nickname. It was because as he flew to the two below, he had a smirk on his face while he looked at Yamcha.

"*sigh*"

"Agreed."

Trunks stated while handing me a capsule.

"What's this?"

"It's your Time Machine. Mine is in my pocket."

Looking down at my hand, A few thoughts occurred to me… but they were ones I didn't want to think about. Putting the capsule in my pocket, I looked at the sunset.

Sitting down with his feet Dangling off of the cliff, Trunks stared out into the distance.

"So uh… Scar. What's next?"

Sitting next to him, punched him in the shoulder. But this time with a lot less force.

"You know why…"

"Oh… The new name I guess."

"Yeah, the new name… But I guess he was right. It was gonna get confusing." I stated as I leaned forward.

"Where's your Time Machine?"

Pulling out a capsule identical to my own from his jacket, Trunks showed his with a strange look on his face.

"What's up? What's wrong?"

"After today, I really was just gonna hop 3 years into the future… But."

"But what?"

"I do want to get stronger. And I know that there's no way to do that if I just left right now."

"So? What are you gonna do?"

"Well… I wanted to stay here for a bit longer… Or at least until I'm strong enough to go back to my own time. I know it might cause some weird butterfly effect or something, but ever since father said what he said… I've been feeling something weird. It's like, I'm being pulled to stay here."

"Pulled to stay? What do you mean?"

I asked.

"What I mean is that I feel like I have something to prove now. If I just left, I would have felt like I was just running from something. And every bone in my body is telling me not to."

"I know what you mean…"

"You do?"

"Yeah… It's called being a Saiyan. It's your pride talking. It'll make you do the stupidest things imaginable… But it's part of who we are. We can't run from it."I advised.

"It feels weird… It feels almost biological."

He stressed as he rubbed his neck.

"Because it is… It's in our DNA to fight."

[Somewhere In Space]

"Lord Cooler!"

Shouted an alarmed blond-haired man with blue skin dressed in a strange lime green armor with one brown and prolonged shoulder pad on his right shoulder.

"What is it, Salza?"

Grumbled a tall purple humanoid with white bio-armor on his chest, forearms, legs, and head. He had ten fingers on each hand and three toes on each foot. He seemed to be starting longingly out in space.

"We've lost all contact with your father and Lord Frieza. We've speculated that they may have been murdered on a planet called Earth! What is our next course of action?"

Blinking a few times in disbelief, the man known as Lord Cooler turned around in surprise at the news that had been delivered.

"What did you just say? No. I heard exactly what you said, but are you certain of their demise?"

Salza, stunned to see such an unexpected reaction, confirmed with a head nod.

"Yes, Sir. For the last 5 hours, there has been no updates regarding their status. The estimated time for the completion of their mission was 3 hours. Yet, Earth is still in orbit around its sun."

At those words, Cooler went from shocked, to elated.

"Ha… Hahahaha! Those Idiots went and got themselves Killed! The only thing that upsets me in the slightest about their situation is that I couldn't do it with my own bare hands!"

"Sir…"

"The next course of plans is obvious. We take everything they've ever owned. All of those countless resources that should have been rightfully mine to begin with. It's time for a new era. A new empire!" Cooler shouted at the top of his lungs.

Every day, he prayed to the stars for a situation like this to occur. Je hated his father and brother more than anyone or anything. He had even been secretly training so that he could one day take their lives.

Now, his prayers were finally answered. All without him having to move a finger. This was the greatest blessing he could have asked to be bestowed upon him.

[Light Years Away]

{A new empire}

Sitting at the helm of a spaceship was a man with a strange haircut oozing a dark and murky aura with purple and black Saiyan armor. Surrounding him were hundreds of people of different races who had the same repugnant accents to their Ki.

They all were listening to the tapped coms of their only means of competition throughout the universe regarding their very specific line of work.

"You hear that, men?! It's time for a new empire! Frieza is dead along with his father. The universe is ours for the taking!"

"Yeah!!"

The crowd began to erupt the excitement.

This was the moment they had been waiting for.

[The Arctic of Earth]

A decrypt-cloaked green humanoid sat down in horror as watched two powerful blond-haired individuals fight from his crystal ball.

"Monsters…"

He uttered.

He had been considering making a triumphant return to the world. He had intended on spreading his name throughout the entirety of the universe. All he had to do was find 7 magical wishing orbs so that they would restore him back to his youth.

His youth… that was all he believed he needed to conquer all. The two individuals that he was watching fight changed all of that. His ambitions had been shattered instantaneously upon realizing their existence.

He was fearful of them. He was angry. He knew that in some way or another, they would interfere. He wouldn't allow it.

It was time to go back to the drawing board.

[Somewhere in an underground laboratory]

"*bam*"

"Damn it! Just who the hell is that bastard?"

Shouted a scientist in a lab coat who was reviewing footage he had received from one of his reconnaissance drones.

"To think… All of this for nothing. That man… His power was beyond expectations. My drones couldn't even break through his skin because of that damned barrier he had around him" He spat with hatred.

But then… A sinister grin emerged.

"Fortunately… My research can still continue. Because of Goku causing him a critical injury, his DNA is now mine. It may take me a little longer than expected to complete my projects, but through proper analysis, not only will I be able to complete 16, 17, and 18, but my previous projects, 13, 14, and 15."

Taking a deep breath, the man walked up to an incubation chamber that had a strange green and black fetus creature contained within.

"And last but not least… My perfect creation."