Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball, Dragonball Z, Dragonball GT, and any associated franchise. That is Akira Toriyama's product and pride. I only own the original plot idea and my headcanons on Saiyans and other things the manga never developed into.

Author: Invader Cole.

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Tarble couldn't quite put his finger on it.

He wasn't exactly sure where it began. Actually, that was a lie; he knew exactly where it began. So what was this mysterious event?

It was the beginning of the end of him as a prince.

Tarble refused to do it; he wouldn't kill innocent people who didn't deserve it. In fact he wouldn't kill at all. It wasn't in his heart or nature. What would he even gain from this?

"Honor." Vegeta's voice reminded him. "Just about everyone in the castle knows Tarble that you're a weakling. Father wasn't happy with the results; he could have killed you. Fortunately, me and mother convinced him to give you another chance. If you want honor yourself, Tarble, you need to kill the inhabitants of Skyrim."

It seemed to simple enough to everyone except two: Tarble and Vegeta. King Vegeta. Both of them knew he didn't have the heart of a killer. Both of them knew he was a pacifist. Both of them knew he couldn't go through with this mission.

Minutes after Tarble entered one of the cities of Skyrim; he felt a chill run down his back. He turned around to see a man five feet tall. A slizy smile and black death eyes. Tarble was too stunned to move; he believed that he was going to die there. The Skyrim occupant put his hand out, Tarble said his prayers. "Hey, kid. Don't you know how to greet a new pal? Turn around and shake my hand."

Tarble had to have done this biggest mockery to the Saiyan's and House of Vegeta of all time. He made friends with Skyrimian's. It didn't stop there, no. To add insult to injury he helped free them from a corrupt king.

His fate was sealed.

/

"You ingrate!" King Vegeta punched Tarble in the face. "Son of a bitch!" He smacked his across the face. Blood oozing from the child's mouth. "I offered you a chance to prove yourself. A chance to restore your honor and this is how you repay me?!" The King punched him in the gut.

Tarble had a hard enough time breathing; he couldn't speak. Even if he could speak he would be begging for him to stop. He wasn't sorry for what he did, but he didn't want to go through this pain anymore.

"Dad! Let Tarble go! He's had enough!" Vegeta demanded; he forced himself through the guards.

King Vegeta tossed Tarble to his namesake like he was a doll. His son was unstable and not to mention stronger than him. If he continued the beating it would cause unneeded trouble. (END)

Ever since his horrible beating, Tarble refused to come out of his room; he refused to speak to anyone. All he could hear was the whispers through his door. His father, Vegeta, killed of Skyrim anyways. He worked so hard to let the people live, he became their friend and savior, and he killed them off.

What was this feeling? It burned. It swelled up inside of his stomach and started to spread. It made him clench his fist. He wanted to commit a act of violence. This was a new feeling: welcome hatred.

Things were just so different ever since. Vegeta took more missions so he couldn't be at home. He needed to take his anger out on something. Meaning he wasn't around to protect Tarble from getting picked on. Not that he was going to tell him. Vegeta would probably tell him to fight his own battle.

As the days passed on King Vegeta's anger grew and grew. He couldn't stand the thought of having a weakling like Tarble in his household. The clock was ticking; he would come down to a choice soon. Kill or banish. The former was most likely to happen. Tarble couldn't wait to die.

Hatred. His old friend came back. Why should his father have the satisfaction of killing him? Undoubtedly he would do it without a second and thought, then no care in the world afterwards. This was the man who constantly reminded him how weak and pacifist he was. If only he could turn the tables.

So why not do it?

If he could turn the tables he would have his father begging for mercy. Tarble would give it just so he could show that he was a better man than his father. Then he would truly be cursed forever. That became his new goal.

Tarble packed his necessary items from his room. He carefully snuck out the palace, sneaking past the guards, making sure not to wake a soul; he made a detour to Vegeta's room, sneaking a note to his brothers bedside. When he reached outside he walked to the docking bays. Away from the castle. Away from his family.

He didn't look back.

/

The air was quiet and filled with the thick smell of death, the sky tinted with black thanks not only due to the lateness of the hour but also the columns of smoke fuming from the ground. No one dared to step outside in case they may anger the tyrant that caused this. A warrior unseen in a thousand years with unmatched power and a thirst for battle.

King Vegeta's severed head landed on a stack of dead warriors that were foolish enough to challenge him. Most warriors coming from across the galaxy to challenge his might. Each body seemed to be significantly different in the gore sense.

Before that happened he had another order of business. "Don't go too far, Vegeta." He wasn't referring to the king. He meant the son. "I have plans for you."

The King's son stood tall, prepared to fight for what was rightfully his. Their battle was glorious, lasting three days straight and shaking the universe to its core. In the end Raditz won with his godly might. He wasn't done with Vegeta, far from it. The prince had treated him like trash since day one and now he shall pay the price.

Even when Vegeta-prince of all Saiyans-begged for a warriors death Raditz didn't abide. The prince would forever live on as his slave, under his foot, cleaning his boots.

Raditz looked into the sparkly sky. There was still more of the universe to conquer. Even if it would take him to the end of time; he would take everyone in the galaxy down to hell.

Raditz awoke in his bed. He certainly wasn't conquering the universe. What alarmed him to wake up was the feeling of someone else's presence. His suspicion turned out to be right. The beady little eyes of Prince Vegeta was staring right at him. He would try not to show nervousness around the prince, but in this case it was inevitable. He just dreamt about overthrowing the royal family and keeping Vegeta as his personal pet. The only thing that eased his mind was that Vegeta had no way of knowing what what he dreamt.

"Are you aware that you talk in your sleep?" The prince asked him.

Raditz mentally cursed himself. Maybe it wasn't as bad as he thought. How much could he have said? "How much did you hear?"

"Enough to know that if I were my father you'd be dead." Vegeta bluntly stated.

"Vegeta, I-"

"Save it. I have more important things on my mind." Vegeta said. Unexpected to Raditz, Vegeta threw a scouter and armor on his bed. "I have a request for you, Raditz."

Raditz was drawn in. Vegeta didn't have request, well, ever. He demanded everything and got it too. "What is it?"

Vegeta presented Raditz with a note he found on his bed side. "My brother is running away. I want you to go with him. Be his bodyguard and protect him with your life."

Raditz paused for the moment. Vegeta was asking him, weakling Raditz, to guard his brother. One of the few people he cared about. Unbelievable. This was an honor that only came once in a lifetime.

"Before you accept, you should know that you'll never return to this planet. My brother running away will make him a enemy to the crown. If he should ever return he'll be killed. If you decide to follow him, then that'll apply for you as well. I can't do anything about this until I become king myself."

Raditz had a more anguish feeling. If he left he would never get to see his family again. No Bardock, no Gine, and he wouldn't be able to help Kakarot grow as a warrior. That what made him excited about becoming a big brother; he would be responsible for making a Saiyan warrior come to life. They would grow together and be unstoppable.

He only had a few upsides. He wouldn't have to deal with Turles abuse anymore. He wouldn't be a pet to Vegeta anymore either. That's when it occurred to him. Say he did protect prince Tarble and turned him into a warrior in the process. He would be well respected amongst his peers. There was even a chance he would get a promotion to high class. Best of all get his deserved respect from father.

He could live the life of paradise. Vegeta couldn't become king until he was eighteen. Twelve years would fly by no problem. It was all he needed to make Tarble into the perfect Saiyan warrior.

"I accept, my prince."

"You have my gratitude Raditz."

/

Tarble stood pressed against the walls, checking for any signs of people. He stole a attack pod. If anyone found him and started asking questions, he would be toast. He was careful to avoid being detected.

He stealthily made his way to a dead crop field. No one ever came here. Hints the dead crops. He sat his attack pod down ready to leave. He didn't even need time to sulk.

"Tarble!"

He was caught; he panicked. He slowly turned around expecting to meet his end. His heart resumed a normal pace as soon as he felt relief. He wasn't a guard or his father. It was his brother.

Next to his brother was another Saiyan he had only seen a few times before. He was easy to recognize with his long hair. Radish. No, Raditz was his name.

"You can't stop me, Vegeta." Tarble exclaimed. "I won't stay prisoner here anymore."

"I know." Vegeta landed, folding his arms. "I don't want you to suffer. If you want leave, fine. You'd be better off gone than here anyways."

Tarble couldn't say he was surprised. Curious was the appropriate word. "Then why are you here?"

"This is Raditz." Vegeta pointed to the long haired Saiyan who gave a light wave. "He'll be your bodyguard. Like it or not, he will be going with you."

Tarble shortly looked at Raditz, then back to Vegeta. He wouldn't argue about this. He accepted that his brother cared enough that he would supply him with protection.

"Your highness," Raditz bowed before Tarble. "I am loyal to you. Your wish is my command." He rose back up.

Vegeta nodded in approval. "I'm setting your coordinates for a planet called Earth. Stay there and when the time comes I'll retrieve you both."

Tarble looked around; he noticed something was missing. "Don't you have another attack pod?"

"You'll have to share. It might be a little cramped, but you'll live."

Tarble understood. He was planning on turning the sleeping gas on anyways. So cramped space wouldn't bother him, or Raditz in this case. "I'll miss you, Vegeta."

"You'll be thought of." Vegeta responded. Tarble knew it was code for, I'll miss you too. Knowing he wouldn't see his brother for a long time Tarble opened his arms and hugged his brother tight. Vegeta pushed him away as soon as he registered what happened. Tarble stumbling back abit, his cheeks red.

Raditz was beginning to feel a tad left out. He never got to say goodbye to his parents. Unless one would count the note. He held back his sigh; he couldn't look weak now.

Vegeta leaned in on Raditz to deliver the proper threat. "Raditz if anything happens to my brother, I'll skin you alive." Vegeta threatened.

No one else exchanged words after that. Raditz and Tarble squeezed into the pod. Moments later it started to lift off. Tarble stared at Vegeta through the window seal. They didn't stop staring at each other until the attack pod was out of sight.

/

The following week.

Bardock continued to limp on the streets of Planet Vegeta. Blood and misery coated on his body. Still, Bardock endured the pain as he searched for the hub. He needed to send his son, Kakarot, far away from this planet into another galaxy. Somewhere Frieza would never find him. After the betrayal of Dodoria, Bardock knew it was only a matter of time before Frieza decided to finish off the Saiyans. There wasn't much chance at stopping Frieza but he still had to try.

The low class Saiyan limped into the building-the automatic doors letting him in. Bardock leaned against the concrete walls to take a breather. At least five Saiyans told him to get into a healing chamber, but he could careless about that. There wasn't time. Bardock's gaze came to the attack pods lined against each other. Catching his breath, Bardock limped once again to a space pod. Conjuring the strength he needed-Bardock lifted the attack ball over his head.

He would've simply left if the attendant, Lemon, didn't catch him. "Well if it isn't Bardock, hero of the low class. You aren't stealing, are you?" The Saiyan placed her hands on her hip. "Because that's a crime and you know I'll tell on you."

Bardock rolled his eyes. Lemon was the infamous snitch of Planet Vegeta. A reason why she had no friends and practically worked alone. Right now he didn't have time for her tomfoolery. "That's right. I'm taking it and there's nothing you can do about it."

Lemon twisted her face. Not happy with the snarky response of the low class. "You're bullheaded. What did you get so overconfident with your power that you think you can do whatever you want? You better believe the king could still whoop your sorry ass."

"And you better believe that the king isn't interested in you." Bardock retorted. The rumor was that she snitched so much because she wanted to become the kings new wife...or another one of his whores. Bardock had triggered something in her; she looked like she was ready to fight. Even in his weakened state Bardock could beat her silly. If only there was time. "Look, report me if you want. I don't give a damn. I have better things to do then to waste another breath on you."

With that Bardock left the hub. Taking a step outside, he looked into the sky. Frieza would be arriving at any minute. At this point he wandered from Frieza and to Raditz, his oldest son. One night his son disappeared only leaving a note behind. 'I'm gonna make you proud' was all that was written. No indication of where he was or what he was doing. Bardock began wondering if he was that bad of a father that he caused his son to runaway? Now he may not see him again. If only he gave just a little attention to his son. Gine took it harder than he did. Raditz was her first born and she loved him with all her heart. Wherever Raditz was they both knew he wasn't dead. According to Gine and her motherly instincts.

Bardock just might have been a bad father. No, he knew that he was a bad father. Now he was going to make up for it all and be a good father for once.

Bardock opened the door to his house, immediately approached by Gine. "Bardock." Gine greeted in a worrisome tone. "What's this I hear about Frieza attacking us?" Once Bardock made his announcement at the bar the news traveled quickly. One of Gine's coworkers came to their home and told her about Bardock.

Bardock kissed his woman, but it was quick because there was no time for romance. "Gine, we have to hurry. Frieza is going to kill us all. He sent Dodoria to attack my team. Shugesh, Fasha, Borgos, and Tora...all dead. I nearly escaped myself."

Gine's mouth dropped, shocked to hear the news. "I'm...sorry Bardock." This hurt her too. Tora had been a very close family friend. Raditz even called him Uncle Tora. He was the first person to hold Kakarot after Bardock and Gine. 'Uncle Tora is pissed!' His words after Kakarot bit his finger. She let out a light chuckle. "So this is real? It's really happening. Bardock what are we going to do?"

"I'm going to make a final stand against Frieza. If I can't beat him we still have one hope." Bardock replied calmly. Gine's eyes motioned to the attack pod outside. Using context clues she figured Bardock's plan.

"We're sending Kakarot away aren't we?" Gine asked gloomy. Truthfully she knew the answer; she just couldn't bare the thought of losing another son. "Perhaps him and Raditz can cross paths one day."

Bardock nodded positively. "They just might. Together they could make an unstoppable force."

Twenty minutes later Bardock and Gine took Kakarot out of the incubation chamber. Bardock shouldered the pod while Gine carried a crying Kakarot; the family of three made it to a field where Bardock sat the pod down. Gine hesitated, but she reluctantly placed Kakarot inside.

The soft Saiyan cupped. "Where are we sending him?"

Bardock turned to his mate. "To a planet called Yardrat. He shouldn't have a problem surviving if he runs into trouble. The Yardrats are a weak race that relies on tricks to survive."

Gine nodded understanding that her son would be safe. Now that she thought about it Kakarot was only three. Three years in the incubation chamber should have calmed his more savage side, but just on the walk here he still showed to be fussy. Then he wasn't used to anyone outside of his family. 'He wouldn't...no I'm worrying too much. Besides there wouldn't be much point into bringing it up.'

Dismissing the possible scenario, Gine stepped to Bardock's side. Both parents placed their hands on the glass. "Kakarot...never forget us. You absolutely have to stay alive...see you around." Kakarot pressed his face against the glass as the pod began to launch.

As Kakarot's pod blasted off, Bardock placed his arm around Gine. His first job was done. There was only one thing left to do. "I'm going to stop Frieza." He said removing his arm from around Gine.

"I'm coming with you." Bardock was taken aback by Gine's declaration. "Don't look at me like that, Bardock. What kind of mate would I be if I didn't stand by you?"

Bardock nodded positively. "So it's settled."

Bardock and Gine stood together, looking into the crimson sky of Planet Vegeta. Above them was the tyrant Frieza, the most feared being in existence. They both blasted into the air, leaving their clear aura behind, preparing for the final battle of Planet Vegeta.

"Frieza!"

The Saiyan duet lunged into the atmosphere. Though they were outnumbered, Bardock and Gine fought their way through a countless amount of Frieza's soldiers. Protecting each other's backs, sides, and fronts. They were perfectly in sync with the other. Almost as if someone controlled them like puppets.

Finally they halted when they reached Frieza's ship. Bardock was the first to yell out. The thirst for vengeance in his voice. "FRIEZA! COME OUT HERE AND FIGHT ME YOU COWARD!"

After a a brief silence, Frieza himself rose from the open hatch. Sitting in his chair with his henchmen, Zarbon and Dodoria, at his side.

"Listen here Frieza, we are done. You can find someone else to do your dirty work!" Bardock conjured blue energy into his left arm. All his energy going into this one attack. "Gine, join me."

Gine smiled. "Of course." Gine's charged blue energy into her right arm. The two Saiyans were parallel to each other.

"This is for everyone we killed in your name, Frieza!" Yelled Bardock.

"This is for everything you've done to our families!" Yelled Gine.

"Here! Have it!" Together the two Saiyans thrusts their arms forward, launching a combined blue ki blast.

Frieza showed no fear; he lifted his finger and charged a orange spear that expanded in size rather quickly. Soon his finger held a massive spear over his head. At this point Frieza began his maniacal laughter. Frieza launched the death ball down to the two Saiyans and their precious planet.

"No..." Gine murmured as their combined blast was engulfed in Frieza's death ball. Her life began playing through her eyes. From her birth to the time she met Bardock and Tora. Later giving birth to two children. The review of her life shut down. Forcing her view on the approaching death ball.

Frieza's attack consumed both Bardock and Gine. Frieza's laughter ringing through their ears. As their bodies burned from the outside in, Frieza's laughter faded away. They were now in a more calmer environment. Bardock realized that this had to be another vision. One he shared with Gine.

A young man...no two...stood side by side, facing Frieza on a alien world with a green scenery. One shorter, with gravity defying hair; the spitting image of King Vegeta. The other taller, with long spiky hair. This could only be his eldest son, Raditz.

Both stood in fighting stance, showing no fear to the tyrant Frieza.

'Raditz!' Bardock thought. 'And who is this? Certainly not Prince Vegeta.' There was someone else. He was right on the tip of his tongue. 'Tarble! Together they'll fight Frieza.'

To Bardock this met a ray of hope. To Gine this met happiness.

Soon the death ball consumed them completely and burned them alive. Moments later it reached the surface of Planet Vegeta, then completely obliterated the planet.

/

Location: Earth.

Gohan looked up as he saw a meteor shooting down from the sky. The old man walked over to the crater that the meteor made only to find that it was not a meteor but a space pod. There was no need to check inside, seeing a small child already stepped out. For the time the child didn't seem to notice Gohan; he seemed more preoccupied with his own business.

"No, don't die on me now." Raditz gently patted Tarble's face. His temperature was high and he wouldn't wake up. "I have to find some type of doctor. They'll fix him...and if they don't I'll crush them."

"Excuse me, Son. Do you need some help?" Gohan finally spoke up. He could tell he was in obvious need of distress. He already sympathized them and wanted to help.

Normally, Raditz would've barked at him and tell the old fool to piss off. Now there wasn't any time for that. He played it smart. On this alien planet he would need allies. "That depends," Raditz replied with a stern look. "Do you have food and medicine?"

Gohan nodded. "All of it back at my house."

Raditz looked at him blankly for the moment. "Fine, Old Man. Just don't try anything funny." Raditz piggy backed Tarble as he followed Gohan to his home.

/

Tarble rested in bed with a warm towel over his head. Raditz by his side, on a chair with his arms folded. He was glad that the prince wouldn't die. According to Gohan he only had a small fever that he happened to pick up. If the prince had died already it would have been Raditz head. He would have brought more shame to his family than he already had. The important thing was that he was alive and here.

"Raditz..." Said Saiyan turned around to see the prince slowly waking up. Tarble moved his head around, observing his surroundings. He concluded that they had landed on Planet Earth. The question was where on Planet Earth? "Raditz what happened?"

"You caught a fever. You'll live so don't expect pity from me." Raditz scoffed. Tarble didn't give a visible or verbal reaction. His body too drained for it. Knowing the prince was going to want more information, Raditz briefed him up. "When we landed I ran into an old man named Gohan. He offered food, medicine, and shelter."

Tarble gave a weak smile. "Well that's nice of a total stranger."

Raditz didn't respond. Yes, it was nice, but he learned that you couldn't just be nice to anyone. Still he was grateful for what Gohan was doing for them. The old man was more than he seemed. Earlier Raditz had checked his power level. It was higher than his owns. He Gohan could maybe the old man could spar later on.

Speak of the devil. Gohan walked through the door with hot tea in his hands. The old man's eyes lit up seeing Tarble awake. "Glad to see you're okay, Son. Since you're both awake, maybe you should tell me your names. After all you will be staying with me for awhile."

"My name is Raditz." Raditz frowned. "Disgraced son of Bardock and Gine."

Tarble followed. "My name is Tarble." His smile turned into a frown. "Disgraced Prince of Saiyans."

/

A/N: First chapter of Rise of the Disgraced. If you're curious about Tarble and Raditz's age, Tarble is four and Raditz is six. Yes this story about the adventures of Tarble and Raditz. Things are going to be fairly different with their presence. Tell me your thoughts.

Story inspired by "The Lost Prince" by Shadowblade217 and "Raditz, an Earthly Warrior" by Kakarotssj3. If you haven't read those stories yet, check them out! They are really good.