A few days ago, in an unknown area in space, a group of Frieza soldiers aim their blasters at a closed door, while their scared leader Kado is panicking in the back, behind the soldiers.
"As soon as that door opens, blast whoever walks through it! Understand!?" Kado yells.
After a few more minutes of waiting and anticipation, a pinpoint Ki blast is fired, piercing the door and going straight through one of the Frieza soldiers head. While each of the soldiers are stunned, another pin point Ki blast hits another soldier in the chest. One by one, all of the soldiers are shot and killed, blood splattered everywhere.
All of the dead soldiers are on the ground, filled with holes throughout their bodies, while Kado is bleeding out through his side on the ground. The door soon opens and a young man with light skin, wavy green hair, one dark green eye and one red eye, wearing what appears to be a buckled leather eyepatch with a dial over his right eye, slowly steps forward.
He looks down at the soldiers armor and glares, being reminded of the Saiyan's. The mysterious young man then makes his way to Kado, stepping on his freshly made wound, grinding his heel and causing him to scream out in pain.
"Where's Frieza?" He asks.
Kado tries to calm himself down enough to answer the question, being in gruesome agony.
"Lord- Frieza, is... dead! He's been dead for- years! I swear!" Kado says.
The mysterious young man pauses for a moment.
"So the rumors are true afterall. Good riddance."
He then aims his fingers at Kado's head and fires a pinpoint Ki blast at his head, completely disintegrating it. As he takes a deep breath, someone appears behind him.
"Your mission isn't over yet, my boy. There's still vengeance to be had." A voice says.
The young man quickly aims his fingers (finger gun) at the elderly man with long white hair and beard, with bluish skin, behind him.
"And who the hell are you?"
The old man chuckles.
"My apologies. I am Dr. Lychee. And like you, Cerealian, I am the last of my kind. I am the last of the Tuffles, and it's all thanks to those wretched Saiyan's." Dr. Lychee says.
The young Cerealian slowly lowers his fingers, becoming intrigued by the old man.
"The Saiyans are gone. They were all eradicated by a giant meteor a long time ago. Now that Frieza is gone too, everyone who was responsible for our people's extinction got what they deserved. That means I'm done. I can finally move on. You should do the same, old man."
As he tries to leave, Dr. Lychee tells him something else.
"It's true that most of the Saiyan race are gone along with their planet. However, there are Survivors out there somewhere." Dr. Lychee says.
The Cerealian stops in place, eyes widen with shock and anger, remembering how the Saiyan's ran wild on his Planet, destroying everything and slaughtering everyone of his people, including his mother right infront of him.
"It's infuriating, isn't it? Somewhere out there, the ones responsible for the death of your people are allowed to keep on living, without being held accountable for their crimes. Tell me, do their screams still haunt you, boy?" Dr. lychee says.
The young man turns to the old man, frustration and anger in his eyes.
"Where are the Saiyan's hiding now?" He asks.
"I am unsure, yet. But I can find out in due time. But I'll need your help to bring them to justice. So the question is, Granolah. Are you prepared to finally achieve your vengeance?" Dr. lychee asks, extending his hand to him.
Granolah is confused by Dr. lychee knowing his name and heritage, but is blinded by his vengeance and taking the Tuffles hand, causing Dr. Lychee to smile devilishly.
Present day, on Earth, One of Gotens friends, Skale, is being bullied by another student named Kompas, and his friends.
"It's very simple, dork, you give me your lunch money and I won't pound your face into the dirt." Kompas says.
Skale cowers in fear of the bullies infront of him.
"But- But I don't have much money, please Kompas give me a break. I've been giving you lunch money since grade school." Skale pleads.
Kompas laughs, cracking his knuckles.
"Well that's too bad for you. Guess we'll have to teach you a lesson." Kompas says.
He then throws a punch while Skale closes his eyes and covers his head and body. The punch is then quickly caught, surprising Kompas and his friends. Skale slowly looks up and sees that Goten caught the punch. Fear immediately comes over the face of Kompas.
"Oh, Goten. What's up man, we were- uh- just talking to our friend, Skale her. You know, just hanging around." Kompas says while nervously laughing.
Goten scowls at the group of bullies, causing them to run away. He then turns to Skale with a kind smile, picking up his books and handing it to him.
"You alright, Skale?" Goten asks.
Skale smiles.
"Yeah. Thanks, Goten."
Goten chuckles.
"Don't mention it, what are friends for." Goten asks.
As Skale leaves, Trunks approaches his friend.
"Still playing hero, huh?" Trunks asks with a smirk.
Goten smiles, rubbing the back of his head.
"Just think I should help out whenever I can. No big deal. Besides, I hate bullies you know that." Goten says.
Trunks chuckles, putting his hand on his shoulder.
"Yeah, I know. Come on, we're gonna be late for class. Again." Trunks says as the two walk down the hall.
Meanwhile, in space, Dr.lychee and Granolah are on their way to earth to enact their plans for revenge, in a giant spaceship.
"How far is this planet earth?"
Dr. Lychee chuckles.
"Not too far now. If my research is correct, there's multiple Saiyan's on this planet, including the prince of them all." Dr Lychee replies.
Granolah sits back in his chair, folding his arms.
"Good. Saves me the trouble of hunting them down one by one."
Granolah then looks back at the machine in the back, curious about what it does.
"What's with that thing?" Granolah asks.
Dr. lychee smiles devilishly.
"That, will insure our vengeance." Dr. lychee says.
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Dragon Ball Z: Legacy
FanfictionSon Goten, the youngest son of the legendary Son Goku, goes through life trying to live up to his father's legacy and be strong enough to protect the earth, while also enjoy a good fight.