What If... Batman was a Saiyan?

Unknown Origins

Bruce walked away from the theater with his parents, he had just seen the Mask Of Zorro... for the fourth time. He always wanted to be like the masked hero from the movies and tried to imitate him as they walked through the infamous Park Row. Thomas and Martha smiled on as their little boy sword fought against his own shadow, he looked at his parents, their faces beaming. They always told him he was special, though, they didn't mean it in the way he thought, deep within them they held a secret that only they and their faithful butler knew about.

As they continued through the aptly named "Crime Alley," Bruce noticed a silhouette approaching them from just a couple of meters ahead. His parents had taught him to behave in front of others, so he stopped fantasizing about fighting crime for a few minutes. As the mysterious figure drew closer and closer, Thomas noticed a .44 caliber pistol in the man's hands and instantly, he stepped in the way of his family just as the two-bit thief raised his weapon. "What do you want?" Thomas asked coldly. "Empty your money into this bag or I'll shoot," the crook replied threateningly.

They did as he said, while poor Bruce shivered behind his mother, "Oooh look at those pretty pearls," the thief said eyeing Martha's necklace. He stepped forward and Thomas saw this as his chance, he started swinging towards the scumbag, but he caught on and delivered a shot straight to his chest. "Noooooooo!! THOMAS!!" Martha screeched, to avoid drawing more attention, he shot Martha in the neck, causing her pearls to come loose and fall every where. Then he ran off, leaving Bruce to his parents' corpses. As he watched his parents slowly engulf themselves in their own blood, something in him snapped.

His mind became one of absolute rage and regret, he convinced himself that if he had stepped in instead of cowering behind his mother, things would be different. He thought, why would someone commit such a mindless act of violence? How could someone like me, do something like this? And the naive mind that he had lived blissfully with for so many years had shattered into a million pieces. " I WON'T HAVE THIS ANYMOOOOOOORREEEE!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" He pounded the gravel with all his might, then he pounded it harder, he could feel himself internally bleeding but he didn't care, he screamed and screamed until he noticed a golden aura around him. Then he looked at the pavement and realized that he had caused huge cracks in its foundation. Frightened by what he just did, he ran off into the night as sirens blazed in the background.

(At Wayne Manor)

Alfred was hard at work polishing the silverware when he heard the Manor doors, crack open. "Who's there?!" he shouted. "AAALLLFFREED!!" He bolted into the living room to find Master Wayne curled up in a fetal position sobbing. Only he looked different... his black head of hair was replaced by almost majestic looking blonde locks of hair. Bruce started to ramble about his parents' death but all Alfred could focus on was the hair. So it had finally happened, what Bruce's parents told him so many years ago...