N/A: This is that relaunch of G-Fighters you've all been waiting for! I know it's a day late, but it's been a busy summer for me. Anyway, this is the redo of a previous fic. of mine, The Rise of The G-Fighters. I'm going to be writing shorter chapters for faster updates, so please forgive me, but I think my content makes up for a lack of quantity. Hopefully, my chapters will get longer as time progresses.

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, blah blah blah blabbedy blah.

The Compass Fighters: Chapter 1

Planet Fungun. A desolate desert world with a few sparse forests and oases. It is a harsh and unforgiving world. Yet, if a passerby were to take a closer look at the planet's surface, one might find a species of mushrooms. Rather unusual ones when compared to those one might find elsewhere in the galaxy.

These mushrooms are sentient toadstools. Living, breathing creatures capable of language and technology. The toads thrive because of their ability to work together; helping one another becomes a necessary skill when one lives on a planet such as Fungun. They are an incredibly intelligent race. Enough so that they have built several large cities and powerful machines with the resources they mine from below the ground. And while they are slowly terraforming their world, they have no concept of the vast number of other races in the universe. None of them could ever imagine the fate that could befall them one day when a strange light fell from the sky.

Within an attack ball high above a planet uncharted by the Planet Trade Organization is a rather peculiar arcosian, a prince of the royal family. In suspended animation for the duration of his travel, he is about to receive a rude awakening.

Another visitor is in store for Fungun. A renegade long believed dead. Upon an epiphany, he boldy dared to defy the future and believed failure. He instead found himself in the distant past where he discovered great power. Now, he finds himself once again inexplicably thrust through time. This renegade, what shall he do when he finds himself in another new setting?

There is a commander of the Planet Trade. A man who is cruel and sadistic. A man whose crew is known to exterminate life in a matter of hours. A man whose latest assignment is Planet Fungun. Will his crew wipe out the toadstools like so many others?

Among the crew of this ship is a young woman. Reluctantly a member of the trade, she is introverted and her fighting skills frowned upon. She nonetheless possesses a keen instinct, caring heart, and an immense capacity for bravery. Will she always follow her ruthless commander's order?

Froze was startled awake by a blaring alarm. Immediately he checked the date, he shouldn't have reached his destination. No, it was too early. Checking the readouts, he discovered that a few small meteors had dinged and damaged the small attack ball. He'd have to make an emergency landing for repairs. Luckily, there was a planet coming up, another world seemingly uncharted by the Planet Trade. The perfect place to crash. He reset the computer's coordinates and braced himself for the approaching impact.

Bardock reflected on his last several months on this barren rock. He had ended up here Galick-knows-how a few weeks after achieving the mighty Super Saiyan form. He assumed he was once again flung through time and space without explanation as he was randomly warped to an entirely different world from Planet Plant. After finding himself on Fungun, he managed to keep alive with underground lakes and sand worm meat, but he eventually got bored and started looking around. One day he simply happened upon a city, accidentally stopped a crime, and then the mushroom people started looking up to him. He ended up adopting the name "Badlands" somehow and was living on the top floor of the capital city's highest skyscraper ever since with the toads treating him like a hero, which he now was as he was the go-to guy for emergencies. Unfortunately, though, this was a primitive species. With no methods of contacting any other aliens, Bardock was left with no information as to what time it actually WAS, where he was, or whether there were any saiyans left alive. Even though he saw the vision of his son facing Frieza, he had no clue if that was yet to happen or if it had already occurred.

He was revered and lived a cozy life, but his saiyan lust for conflict still burned within him. He was not content. He was virtually alone. An outcast without his world or any fulfillment. The only REAL good thing that came out of his time here was gaining the ability to sense power levels. It became a necessary skill after he was ambushed several times by the desert wildlife that would sneak up on him undetected. After (By his count) two months of training and several close calls, he had managed to finally gain an internal "Sixth Sense" to detect the energy of life forms within a 20-mile radius. A skill like that would allow him a swift victory by giving him his opponents' readouts around which he could develop a strategy. Shame that there was no one he could truly fight. The toadstools were all so weak compared to him, even their mightiest fighters.

And there was another thing that was a shame; his psychic powers. Or rather, his current lack of them. After he was "blown up," his visions stopped. Whether they had disappeared or were recharging or whatever the heck was going on was anyone's guess.

What really drove him crazy, though, was what appeared to be the automatic acceptance of the toadstool people. He was the first ever alien on the planet, but he never told them that. Maybe they had just assumed he was some guardian spirit or something. He shrugged to himself. Ah, well. Just sleep it off. He laid back and closed his eyes, only to snap them open and shoot up in his chair. An extremely immense power level. Not as great as his own, but still great, was approaching. It couldn't be… there was no damn way that the Planet Trade could find this world yet! It was off the charts for sure if the Trade hadn't attacked. He powered up, gathering his energy, and opened a window. He jumped out and his blue aura flared around him. The saiyan took flight into the evening sky, following the falling dot in the sky that corresponded with the power level.

'I won't let the Trade take this planet,' He thought, 'Not without a fight.'

Froze pulled his body together into a tight ball as the Attack Ball crashed to the surface. Even so, he felt the shake of the impact. He checked around his pod and was relieved to find his scouter intact. He placed it over his ear and was alarmed to find a high power level, dangerous even to him, heading his way. Why did this always have to happen?

A/N: Here we go, this version is going to be a lot better, I'm sure of it. If you have any legitimate questions, leave one with your review and I'll answer it in an Author's Note.

NEXT TIME: The action heats up as Froze encounters Bardock and the PTO invades!