The Dragon Balls had been gathered, held by Emperor Pilaf, and the Dragon had been summoned. Their last hope was Oolong. He had almost forgotten the wish that they were journeying for, almost said the first thing to come to mind, but now he remembered that Bulma would kill him if he forgot.

"Sumon Bulma's destined Boyfriend!" He shouted, as he had been ordered to.

And unleashed the greatest threat the Earth had ever withstood up to that point in time.

The teen appeared with a pop, blinking in surprise, making a circle and observing his surroundings. He had been in the middle of an extermination with Raditz and Nappa, and now he was here. Wherever the hell here was.

Staring at him was a small blue alien, a small dog-man, a normal-sized woman, and a short pig-man. All of them just as confused as him.

"Y-you damn pig!" The blue one screeched, turning to his two comrades. "Catch him! They're going to pay for stealing my wish!"

"Yes sir!" The two shouted, the girl pulling a gun and the dog pulling out a sword, and charging at the pig, and... a cat?

Vegeta simply stared for a few seconds, before growling and creating a small energy sphere in his hand, launching it and making a massive crater between the two groups. "What the hell is going on?!" He roared, and they all stopped to stare at him.

The blue imp narrowed its eyes, sneering. "Whatever lover-boy, we'll deal with you later! Mai, Shu! Get that pig!" He ordered, gesturing forward.

"Um... sir? I-I think we should listen to him." the woman said, staring at the crater.

"Yeah... this... isn't good." The dog agreed.

"You should listen to them, they have some sense. Now, what the hell am I doing here?!" the Saiyan growled, picking up the imp by the collar of his shirt. With a quick tap of his scouter, he sneered. "A level of four? Hahahah! Pathetic. And both the woman and the dog are below thirteen!" He narrowed his eyes, "Now, tell me. How did I get here?! And you better answer this time, or I'll incinerate you."

"We- It's that pig's fault! He wished you here with the Dragon Balls! He wished for, uh, what were the words-"

"He said 'summon Bulma's destined boyfriend'." the woman said, holstering her weapon wisely.

"Who the hell is Bulma?" He growled out. If it was that pig, that thing had some nerves. And he'd like to see them outside of the pig's body.

"We don't know!" Pilaf pleaded. "Ask the damn pig! We were going to wish to rule the world!"

Vegeta stared at the imp for a few more seconds, before tossing him behind him like garbage. He was next to the pig in a moment, moving faster than he could see. He gripped the pig in a similar way, glaring down at him. "Why did you summon me?"

"I don't know! I didn't mean to summon you!" The pig replied, looking over its shoulder as the cat transformed into a bat and sped away. Vegeta considered shooting it down, but decided not to bother. "I just asked the Dragon to give Bulma a boyfriend, and you appeared!"

"Dragon?"

"The Dragon that comes out of the Dragon Balls, the one that grants you any wish!" The pig elaborated, sensing the buildup of energy in Vegeta's hand.

"Why would this dragon bring me to be this... Bulma's boyfriend?"

"I don't know! Maybe it has a sick sense of humor." The pig offered.

He narrowed his eyes. "Bring me to a space ship." He ordered. "Or I'll kill you and everything else on this damn world."

"A space ship?" The pig asked, raising an eyebrow. "How would-"

"Don't question me, lower life form. Just do as I say." He tossed the pig to the ground, staring expectantly at it.

"What, do you want me to make it appear out of thin air?" He asked sarcastically.

"I don't appreciate sarcasm." Vegeta said simply. "You seem to have very little love of this planet or your life, don't you?"

"Er- I'll get right on it!" With that, he transformed into a bat himself, fluttering away toward a castle. Rising off the ground, Vegeta followed at an easy pace. This wasn't the worst situation possible, he decided. At least there would be some interesting fools to kill- he stopped, almost staring before slamming his eyes shut. A full moon. Did he want to risk it, right now? Would it help him get back home to turn into an Oozaru? No, he decided it would not, and so he made sure to keep his eyes on the ground as he followed the flying pig.

Bulma had been watching closely. They had panicked when the gas had stopped affecting them, rushing to break free, and Goku had blasted a hole in the wall. Upon seeing the Dragon Balls gathered, Yamcha ordered Puar to go and steal them back, but they were already beginning to glow. "Oolong! Our wish!"

"What?!" The pig asked, surprised.

"Go out there and get my wish! My boyfriend! My destined love! Go! Or else it's sweee~sweee~sweee!"

"G-got it!" He rushed out after Puar, hearing Pilaf summon the dragon.

She had watched it all from the hole, as the light rose into the heavens, taking the form of a massive emerald serpent. Oolong had gotten there in time, although she was too far to hear what he said, she had seen the result. A young man, bursting into existence in a flash of light. He was...

Well, not what she was expecting.

She had half-expected Yamcha to get teleported outside. Not this spiky-haired teenager in the weird outfit. For some reason he reminded her of an older Goku. They all crowded around the little hole in the wall, watching. The teen fired some kind of beam, like Goku's Kamehameha, and then grabbed Pilaf, then tossed Pilaf, then- oh, he was suddenly by Oolong, and now he grabbed Oolong. She had a hard time actually computing what was happening to them right now. Honestly, the entire quest was moving from one dangerous nonsensical thing to another. It was only fitting that Oolong had summoned a- oh now he was flying too!

She groaned, putting her forehead against the brick wall. There was no way this would turn out well, she could feel it in her bones. And with that final thought, the wall exploded in a flash of light, the teenager floating above them, looking down. His gaze starting at Yamcha, then moving to Bulma- she felt a shiver as he looked her up and down, his eyes showing he was obviously thinking, but not giving any hint to what, and then finally landing on Goku.

The teen froze, staring at Goku in disbelief. Ignoring the two other teenagers, he dropped next to Goku, staring down at him, confusion playing on his features. "How is there another Saiyan here?" He finally asked, harshly. "Did you summon him here too?!"

"What's a Saiyan?" Goku asked, "And how did you blow up that big wall so easily?!"

"What's a-" he stared at him unbelieving for a second before giving into rage. "What's a Saiyan?! Only our race!" He pointed sharply at Goku's tail. "We're the greatest warriors in the universe. And I am your prince."

"What?" Goku asked, confused. "I don't know what a prince is."

"The son of a King, a noble. Your Superior." He said, picking him up and sniffing him. "You stink of this planet... when was the last time you were in space? How did you survive the destruction of our planet?!"

Yamcha and Bulma shared a look, backing away from the teenager.

"I've only been to space once! And that was to put a rabbit on the moon." He said with a proud nod.

"You..." Vegeta growled, "answer me when I ask you a question!"

"I did!"

"How did you survive our home planet blowing up?!"

"What are you talking about, the Earth is fine!"

"Not this planet! The one you were born on!"

"Hey buddy, stop yelling at him-" Yamcha began, but was silenced by a quick blow to the head that sent him through the nearby wall, gasping for breath as he fell unconscious. The teenager had barely glanced at the bandit before hitting him.

"...You must be one of the low-class scum who's sent out to these backwater planets as babies to wipe out the native life... you've failed in your mission." He said slowly, menacingly. He tapped his scouter. "But you're barely at a power level of 40!" He grinned savagely. "And you've been socializing with them. Perhaps your instincts are broken. I'd kill you, for being a disgrace to our race, but, I'm afraid you'll be necessary. For the safekeeping of the genes of the Saiyan lower class if nothing else." The prince rambled on, most of what he said lost on the boy. His glance shifted to Bulma. "So, are you Bulma?"

"Uh, yep! So, er, Prince." she began, awkwardly. "I guess the Dragon god thought you would be my perfect boyfriend."

He looked her up and down, as if judging a meal before eating it. Finally, having come to a decision, he smirked. "All right. Sure, you can be my mate. Be careful not to upset me, woman, or else I'll kill you."

She blinked. She narrowed her eyes. "Obviously the dragon has everything wrong." She growled out. "You're not perfect! You're an ass!"

He let out a short burst of mean laughter. "What did I just say? Are you stupid? Maybe I don't want to share my genes so easily with you then, if it'll only produce idiots with no sense of self-preservation."

All her other thoughts stopped as she blushed bright red. "Sharing genes-" she mumbled. Her face scrunched up. "Gross! I'm sixteen you perve!"

"And? I'm seventeen." He said simply. "Besides, you're the one who summoned me here for that. If it's the will of a dragon god, who am I to turn down a nice alien tail?"

"Bulma doesn't have a tail." Goku said innocently, before continuing to glare at Vegeta. "And stop yelling at her! Why did you hit Yamcha?!"

"What's a Yamcha?" It sounded vaguely like a Saiyan name.

"The... boy, you threw into the rocks over there." Bulma said, gesturing toward the knocked out form of the bandit, being fussed over by his flying cat.

"Oh, because he was annoying. Do I need any other reason, whelp?" He challenged, grinning at the smaller Saiyan. "He's lucky it didn't kill him. I guess that little poke wasn't enough to finish him off. Next time, I should just give him a little shove." He began laughing again, grinning evilly. "So, Bulma, it seems your wish on the dragon isn't without benefit. I've found yet another of my lost subjects, and now I've gained you." He grabbed the two of them in an instant, before taking off for the sky, his scouter traced the path of Oolong, who he had sent to look for a space ship. "I'm in a good mood. Once I've secured my ship, I'll even eradicate this planet for you, little low-class. Something for you to offer to Freeza."

"put me down!" Bulma protested, pounding on Vegeta's armored back as she was slung over his shoulder.

Goku tried to bite down on Vegeta's gloved hand, being held by his shirt-front. He tossed the smaller saiyan into the air, and then caught him by his tail, instantly paralyzing the little fighter. Without another word, Vegeta blazed across the sky after Oolong.

Roshi stared at the sky, shivers running up and down his body without stopping. He had never, never in his near-four hundred years sensed energy and malice like that. It was, it was simply unthinkable. It made even a demon like Piccolo in his prime look like a weakling. His turtle companion watched his master wide-eyed, in his hundred of years, he hadn't seen his master this worked up either.

Roshi ran inside, grabbing a cooking pot. It would be his only hope. His literal only chance. He would have to do the Mafuba, he only prayed that the move would have the strength to capture such an immensely powerful foe.

Mercenary Tao stopped in place, feeling a shiver go down his spine. He was the strongest human in the world, the prodigy of the Crane School. Nothing, nothing on this planet had made him feel such instinctive fear. He stabbed his hand into the ground, flipping out a massive chunk and tossing it, before jumping after it and riding it across the skies at incredible speed, aiming for the hallowed grounds of the Crane School. His master, Shen, and his students would have to prepare. The demon that they were facing...

He had only heard about it in stories. It had to be King Piccolo, the enemy his brother's master had given his life to defeat only temporarily. And now it was back. He wasn't looking forward to this fight, even if he were the strongest man in the world, that didn't mean anything against a demon.

Mr. Popo stopped watering his garden to stare out the side of the lookout, noting the massive ki that appeared with the dragon's disappearance. The first time the dragon balls had been used in a few hundred years, and they had created the greatest threat to ever touch upon the Earth. He ran to Kami, the withered green-skinned old man had collapsed, tears running down his eyes. "Mr. Popo." Kami whispered, clutching his hands tightly closed. "If this is the last day for our world, I would like you to know that I have always immensely valued your friendship and your services." The old god summoned his staff, and pushed himself up. "...I must go face him."

"Kami no! You'll die!" The genie cautioned.

"I'll stop by Korin's and obtain some Senzu beans." Kami said, resolutely. "And then I'll go out to challenge him... the Earth... probably won't survive this fight." He whispered, in realization. "Under Piccolo's rule," He whispered, as if he were speaking blasphemy "the Earth wouldn't be annihilated..."

Popo's eyes widened. "Kami, you wouldn't-"

"It may be our only choice." He said quietly. "Gather the strongest fighters on Earth, Mr. Popo, and begin to train them. I'm going to go find my counterpart."