Yeah, so this is the prologue.

This is my FIRST not as humorous fic, so please bear with me. Thanks.

"YAHHHHHHHHHHH!" A scream came from the pink horned creature's mouth, as a yellow blast created a surreal wind, centering around the two figures standing, as well as four fallen ones.

The blast devoured the second figure like a large cloak, dust and ashes being strewn everywhere. A shout of pain erupted from the center of it all. Believing that his work was done, the pink creature flew away at a slower pace, a smug expression on his fat, ugly, and pink face. "The last itsy-bitsy monkey has been eliminated. Oooh, I bet I'll get a big, fat promotion from Frieza! Maybe I'll finally be ahead of that dufus Zarbon! Oh, how that'd be fabulous! Imagine, I, Dodoria, beating the no good pretty boy!" He praised himself for little reason, disappearing over the horizon.

As the duest cleared, four bodies could be seen laying on top of each other, covering another, sonewhat smaller (bigger, in the woman's case) form. Quite suddenly, the bodies were gently tossed aside, reavealing a figure that was, for once, alive. Standing up, a man with somewhat tanned skin, black hair that spiked everywhere, and had a scar on his left cheek stood up. He was covered head to toe with dust, ashes, and, most of all, blood.

Looking around, he noticed the bodies of his fallen cre- no, his fallen friends. "My friends… once again, you saved me. How many times has that been now? I will make sure that your deaths are not in vain! I will kill Frieza!" Momentarily blinded by rage, he shouted to the small, uninhabited planet. He couldn't take it anymore. Just then, something flooded back in a swarm. What were they? Images of his friends in the pas appeared. Finally, the fog in his mind cleared, as memories were flooding his mind. Happy, sad, painful, and even just plain retarted memories came, as if his own life were flashing before his very eyes. But they all hurt. His eyes stung, and he wanted to cry over his lost friends. However, it was closer than that. They were more like his family, if anything. Just like his sons.

Very suddenly, an image flashed before his eyes. What was that? Vegeta-sei? It seemed to be a planet blowing up, but that means… oh no! The realization of it hit him hard, very hard. His whole race was going to die. From the lowest low-class to the king himself, they would die… but by who?

Isn't it obvious? A melodic voice chanted in his head.

His head snapped up, and his eyes blinked in surprise. "Wh- who's there?" His voice called over dead, unused air.

Who, me? Oh, I'm no one important. Just your conscience. With a brain.

He was a little confused, but whatever. He decided to ignore the 'with a brain' part. "M-my conscience?"

Yes, Bardock. What you are seeing is the demise of your people. It'll happen in the next couple of hours, I'd say.

"Couple of... hours?" The saiyan, now known as Bardock, inquired.

Yes! Geez, you're an idiot. You can be so stupid. Wait, I'm you. Oh, nevermind. I have to go soon, anway, so pay attention. Your sons are safe. Raditz is on a mission and your son has already left. Of course, you knew that, right? Anyhow, I'd advise you to train for now, to take on Frieza later. He's stronger than you can imagine. At this, Bardock's eyes widened in surprise. Was Frieza that powerful?

Well, for now, bye! The voice faded, as Bardock sunk to his knees. Now what? He could leave, and sacrifice himself, but how would that help? Then it hit him. 'I'll go to that one planet I saw in the vision. The one with my son and Frieza.' Grinning inwardly at his 'genius', Bardock set out for his spaceship, ignoring the searing pain that covered his body.

Finding his ship, the bedraggled warrior slipped in, somewhat gracefully, despite his wounds. After punching in the co-ordinates that would take him to Namek, Bardock filled the small ship with a strange purple gas, which he allowed with open arms.

His ragged breathing calmed down somewhat, as drownisiness overtook him.

He fell asleep in a matter of minutes.