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The Thirty-Fifth Year
By the thirty-fifth year of Bardock's time in this world, the Saiyan race had become a true force in the universe.
Under the leadership of Bardock and eight Super Saiyans, the Saiyans held their ground as a warrior race feared across the galaxy.
But power always attracts challengers
As the Saiyans grew, rival races began to stir. Some were too weak to face them alone, so they joined together in shaky alliances, hoping to cut down the Saiyan threat.
Bardock didn't worry much. He knew the Saiyans had to learn to stand on their own. If he solved everything himself, they'd never grow.
Sure enough, the eight Super Saiyans crushed those upstarts with ruthless efficiency. A few enemies still hid in the shadows, but none posed any real threat.
The Thirty-Sixth Year
On one journey, Bardock met a young Saiyan woman.
At first, he never planned on starting a family in this era. He already had one in another timeline—Gine, Raditz, and Kakarot. That bond held him back.
But meeting her changed him.
Bardock wasn't just a traveler anymore. He was Bardock. He was also a man—still strong, still young, and still full of fire.
For the first time in decades, his heart wavered.
By the next year, she bore him a son.
Bardock couldn't hide his joy. This child wasn't Raditz or Kakarot—it was his true son of this era. A new life, unbound by the future.
The boy was born with a power level of one million. A prince, destined for greatness.
Out of sentiment, Bardock gave him the name from his past life: Aimo.
The Fortieth Year
Years of peace followed.
Under Bardock's steady rule, even the most violent Saiyans calmed down. Time itself had worn away their savagery.
That year, the population of Saiyans surpassed one hundred million. Their strength reached new heights.
And Aimo, just four years old, shocked them all.
He transformed into a Super Saiyan on his own.
A child who should've been playing and eating instead broke through to a level that warriors trained their whole lives to reach. His normal power already surpassed ten million.
By the forty-first year, Bardock had a daughter as well—the only princess of the Saiyans. The people rejoiced. Their king now had a prince and a princess to carry on his bloodline.
The Fiftieth Year
Another decade passed in rapid growth.
The Saiyans spread across the stars, conquering worlds, destroying rivals, and building their empire. Their power became unmatched in the local galaxies.
But for Bardock, it all felt empty.
Standing atop his palace, looking out at the city below, he breathed deeply.
"Fifty years… and yet it feels like nothing," he muttered.
He had trained. He had fought. He had built an empire. And yet… he still felt restless.
Any normal Saiyan would've grown old long ago, but Bardock had pushed past those limits. His body, his spirit—still sharp, still powerful.
But he was waiting.
Waiting for something greater.
He knew the truth of this world. He knew about the Gods of Destruction, the Angels, the Grand Priest, even Zeno himself.
Somewhere out there, they existed.
But compared to them, even now, the Saiyans were ants.
How could he ever draw their gaze?
He remembered—Beerus only paid attention to Frieza's clan because they were ancient, widespread, and infamous. That's why Beerus let Frieza wipe out the Saiyans later on, barely giving them a thought.
Now? Even after all this progress, the Saiyans were nothing more than a small star in the endless sky.
Bardock clicked his tongue.
"Tch. This peace has lasted too long… it's getting boring."
"Still no sign of the Namekian Dragon Balls. No sign of Zuno's planet. I haven't even found Earth yet! Back then I thought it would only take a few years… how naive."
He laughed bitterly to himself.
The truth was clear.
This wasn't just centuries before the story he knew. This was hundreds of thousands—maybe even millions—of years before the events of Dragon Ball.
And Bardock was still here.
Still waiting.
Still hungry.
A Million Years Ago…?
That's right!
The rise of a race doesn't happen in a few decades—or even in a few centuries.
Even a thousand years is just a blink in the endless flow of time.
Before Bardock came, the Saiyans were nothing but wild tribes. Left alone, it might have taken them ten thousand years to reach the level they're at now.
But Bardock changed everything.
Still, even with all he had done, he couldn't be sure how far back in time he had landed.
What made him suspect this was millions of years before the Dragon Ball story was the Frieza Clan. In the Dragon Ball timeline, members of Frieza's race live for centuries—sometimes over a thousand years. Frieza himself had been alive for hundreds when Goku fought him.
But here? No Frieza. No Cooler. No King Cold. Not even a whisper of them.
The Frost Demons Bardock fought were barely making their way out of their home galaxy. Their leaders weren't emperors yet—just warlords and pirates. Chilled himself was nothing more than a space marauder, famous only in a handful of systems.
Compared to the legendary tyrants of the future, these demons were nothing.
That's when Bardock realized the truth.
This was long, long before the Dragon Ball story had even begun.
And if that wasn't enough, his contact with the Demon Realm confirmed it.
The current Demon King wasn't Dabura. The ruler of this era was someone else entirely, with a lifespan stretching tens of thousands of years.
The more Bardock thought about it, the more uneasy he felt.
Then it happened.
His body froze. His mind blurred.
A vision.
It had been years since he last saw one, but each time, it was the same—Bardock's strange gift of foresight. A cheat-like power he carried ever since his battle with Chilled.
Scenes flashed before him:
A massive planet exploding… flames engulfing everything… a shadowy figure standing in the fire.
The figure's aura was white. The flames glowed purple. Then the world shattered into light.
And then—nothing.
The vision ended, leaving Bardock breathing hard.
"…What was that supposed to be?" he muttered.
This one was different. Normally, his visions were sharp, clear glimpses of the future. This one felt incomplete. Too vague.
Still, he knew better than to ignore it.
"Pa-pa-pa-pa!"
Footsteps echoed through the palace hall. Bardock turned his head as a tall warrior appeared, armored in the elite guard's uniform.
It was Reiss, commander of the royal guard.
"My lord," Reiss knelt, "the prince has returned from his campaign."
Bardock's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Oh? Aimo's back already? Faster than I expected. How'd he do?"
Reiss bowed. "He struck directly at the heart of the Cayo Alliance in the Sidnor Galaxy. The enemy has been completely dismantled. Thanks to the prince, our influence has expanded by nearly one-tenth of the galaxy."
Bardock only grunted.
As impressive as it sounded, he wasn't surprised. With Aimo's strength, wiping out a force like the Cayo Alliance was child's play.
"Tell him to report to me first," Bardock ordered.
"As you command," Reiss replied, bowing before leaving the hall.
Bardock turned back toward the city, his thoughts drifting—not to Aimo, but to his daughter.
Aina.
Unlike her brother, she didn't spend much time with him. She stayed with her mother, far from Saiyan society. There was always some distance between them.
"…It's been a while since I promised her a gift," Bardock muttered. "I told her I'd catch her a dinosaur. I'd better keep that promise."
He smirked to himself. Aina was fiery, proud, and didn't treat him like a father at all.
like a little witch.
But that was no surprise. After all—her mother was the Demon Queen, Ashe.
That strange union had given birth to Aina.
Bardock's thoughts were broken by a surge of ki descending from the sky.
He looked up, and there he was.
Aimo.
At just fifteen, he already looked like a grown man—tall, broad-shouldered, and strikingly handsome. His features resembled Bardock's, and with the same hairstyle, the similarity would've been uncanny.
But he also carried the beauty of his mother, Celia.
Aimo landed before him and bowed his head respectfully.
"Father, I'm back."
Bardock crossed his arms and smirked.
"…Hmph. Let's hear it then."