Dragonball MLP: Saiyan Survivor

A young adult Saiyan landed back on Planet Vegeta, he had no idea why he had been called back to his home world. He had been thrown out of the Saiyan Army after he had proven himself to be too kind hearted and gentle to try to take over another planet, but he hadn't come back until now. For reasons unknown, Frieza had recalled all the Saiyans in the universe back to Planet Vegeta, but he didn't care. He got to see his people once more. The man climbed out of his Attack Ball and looked around at the rocky outcroppings over his world as he stood on the landing pad. A few other Saiyans gathered around him to check his craft and his scouter. One of the technicians gave him a thumbs up and he smiled giving a thumbs up back.

He walked through the town and walked over to the meat factory, where one particular Saiyan was cutting meat. "You're Gine, right?" he asked.

The Saiyan in pink armor turned around and smiled at him, "Yes, I am. You must be hungry after your long trip here," she stated as she gave him a slice of freshly cut meat.

He took the meat and scarfed it down, he was ravenous after not having eaten for weeks. He gave her a thumbs up and thanked her for the food as he walked away from the building. Suddenly the sky turned orange, his heart sank into the pit of his stomach and he looked up to see a giant fireball in the sky. Something inside of him told him to run, to get away from the planet at all costs. He ran as fast as his legs would take him.

With a mighty jump, he landed on the landing platform and climbed into an Attack Ball. He punched in the commands to close the door and initiate the takeoff sequence. A faint blue light emerged in the sky to challenge the orange fireball, but it wasn't enough. The fireball continued towards Planet Vegeta. The young adult panicked, he was loyal to Frieza, the Saiyans were loyal to him. Why was he doing this.

The fireball slammed into the planet while his Attack Ball was still within the atmosphere, the entire surface of the world was scorched and cracked. Lava spewed out of the ground and finally the planet exploded. He was treated to a brief horrifying sight as everything he had known before he was sent off was destroyed in an instant. Time started to slow down for him as the flames and debris reached his craft, the energy from the planet being destroyed reached him. Attack Balls were durable, able to withstand a lot of punishment from the outside, but they were never meant for surviving the destruction of an entire planet. He could feel himself being burned before nothingness enveloped him.

A cold breeze moved across the Saiyan's face. If this was Hell, then he had no idea why the breeze felt so nice. He opened his black eyes and scanned the area around him. He was in a dense forest, he felt lighter than he did back on his world and the place smelled different. Everything was different. He got on his feet and looked down at himself. There weren't any burns, there wasn't any damage to his armor, yet he felt stronger somehow. He had heard that Saiyans grew stronger every time they recovered from the brink of death, but he had never experienced it before.

This was the only clue that what had happened before wasn't just some dream. He wasn't back on the planet he had called home. He wasn't with the people that he had chosen to be with. He was some place different, but he had to find out where. He pressed a button on his scouter and it turned on. It alerted him to a source of power as he looked through the blue glass. He had no idea what was going to be waiting for him on the other side, but he couldn't get a reading of how powerful whatever it was.

He moved through the forest and the underbrush, before hearing an aggressive howling. Some kind of wolf creature he figured. It didn't catch his attention until he heard a heavily accented voice speak. "You may have caught me off guard, but you won't win until I've fought."

The low-class Saiyan turned to see the source of the voice. It was a bipedal zebra of some sort with a mohawk wearing a tribal uniform. He noticed that she wore basic shoes and carried a staff in her hands. She swung the staff at one of her attackers, a werewolf like creature made of trees. The staff connected solidly, but didn't exactly do much damage. The creature attacked her instead by clawing at her, only to hit air instead.

Though this woman was a formidable warrior as he noticed, it was still five on one. He held his hand to his side and a ball of yellow energy formed within it. The Saiyan rushed out of the woods and this turned everyone's attention on him as he threw the ball of energy at the Timberwolf, causing it to explode on contact, destroying the Timberwolf and sending its splinters into the others.

"That seemed like a good move, but your mood will surely change soon," the figure near him said.

He was about to turn to ask what she meant when he noticed that the Timberwolf pieces had all turned into tiny Timberwolves instead. This annoyed the Saiyan who instead of choosing to fight what would be a losing battle, chose to grab the Zebra that was near him and fly away. Neither of them said a single word to each other, but he could tell that she smelled rather nice. Almost like the forest that they were surrounded by.

"Down there is my hut, perhaps you should stay a spell and get out of your rut," the Zebra suddenly said.

The Saiyan nodded and landed at the hut, he was surprised that she didn't ask him about how he flew, but she led him into her hut which smelled strongly of medicine. "You're a healer?" he asked.

"Some call me a healer, others call me a shaman. I do not particularly fall for names myself. I am Zecora, by the way. Perhaps you can tell me who you are," she introduced herself.

The Saiyan for the first time took his scouter off, his mind wandered back to his Zenkai. He closed his eyes and his hand curled into a fist as tears started to stream down his face, "They're dead... they're all dead..." he stated. In his mind, he was the only survivor of his race. He was the only Saiyan left. He felt a strong hand touch his shoulder armor and sighed.

"Kolard, my name is Kolard. I'm the last survivor of an Alien Race known as the Saiyans, I had been cast out from my homeworld because I was too soft hearted and refused to try to take over a planet for the Frieza Force," he said. He turned his head and looked at his hand, opening the fist up. "I had been recalled along with every other Saiyan in existence. I was able to get off the planet just in time to see it blow up. Everyone I knew down there died instantly, but I don't know if I'm really a survivor or if I am dead," he stated sadly.

Zecora walked over to her cauldron and mixed something up. She spread it over the Saiyan's exposed hand and it glowed a gentle blue. "Amongst the living you still are. The question is, will you tell me what universe you are from," she stated.

This shocked Kolard to the core, he had somehow avoided death, but he was stranded in an unfamiliar place in an entirely different universe. He sat down, his eyes wide as he couldn't think. The last he knew, he was just a low class warrior with a power level of two hundred and fifty. Now it had all changed. All in an instant. It was too much for him to handle.

He climbed into a bed and just fell silent, Zecora placed the covers over him gently and he just stared up at the ceiling. It was going to take some time for him to recover from this shock, if he ever did. He placed his scouter on the table and sighed. "What is this world's name?" he asked.

"Equestria," was the only reply he got.

Kolard closed his eyes and sighed, the last moments of Planet Vegeta playing in front of his face. Deep down, he prayed that this planet didn't have a moon, and if it did, that it wouldn't be full for a good long time. He had no idea what he was going to do now, but his scouter didn't tell him the power levels of anyone on the planet. He had no idea how strong the people were or if they would be able to stop him if he ever became a Great Ape. But he silently prayed to any god that was listening that they would be able to.