DBZ - The Unwalked Path (Fan-fiction)

I guess I'll give you people a taste of my DBZ story I've been slowly getting back to.


Chapter 1: The Mysterious Saiyan Named “Kakarot”
 
            Piccolo stood on a cliff, looking out at the distance taking in the sight as he cleared his mind and meditated. He did what he usually did when he meditated and felt out with his mind all across the planet Earth and felt the energies of all things that were occupied upon it: the air, the plants, the rocks, the animals, his friends; everything in short. He was quite used to the various energies of the planet; probably far better than anyone else in the world… well maybe except Kami and Master Roshi.
Piccolo was trying to do some personal training since today was apparently Goku and Chi-Chi’s wedding anniversary and she had demanded that the they and Gohan spend the day together. That woman has never liked the Namekian since he and Goku were once enemies and that he had kidnapped Gohan to train him for the Saiyan invasion a few years ago.
How many years has it been since then? Piccolo asked himself. It’s only been 4 or so years since the Saiyan who claimed to be Goku’s brother – Raditz – appeared and attacked. Many various threats have come and gone since then, and now they were all preparing for the coming threat of two mysterious Androids that will be appearing in one more year.
The thoughts of the past must have put the Namekian’s meditation into a slight change of whack since he was suddenly feeling a buildup of tension on his chest – a feeling Piccolo only got when his meditation was disturbed by distracting thoughts or… when he was feeling an unusual presence near. The pressure in his chest became more intense by the second. He reached out again to the pin-point of the disturbance in energy… it was behind him. His eyes shot open and he immediately jumped up and spun around to see a small ball of light forming a few feet away from him in mid-air.
 
Piccolo stood there and watched the light begin to fluctuate and expand and become bigger. The light grew brighter to a point where Piccolo had to raise an arm to the light to shield his eyes. Within a few seconds of his arm being raised the energy and light exploded with a small boom. He lowered his arm and let his eyes readjust to see…
“Goku…!?” Piccolo muttered to the person standing in front of him. The man before him had Goku’s face, hair, build, height, and even his energy was similar to Goku’s; however the stranger’s clothes put Piccolo into an instant state of defense; they were Saiyan armor – similar to Vegeta’s when he first arrived except that the armor was blue and dark green. He wore the full-jump-suite that was also dark blue like Vegeta’s, but this Goku-look-a-like had a red cape attached to the shoulder pads. The stranger’s eyes slowly opened. The look in the eyes of the newcomer sent a shiver down Piccolo’s spine. They were fierce and determined – totally unlike Goku’s unless he was extremely angry which Piccolo has only witnessed a few times.
“Who are you?” Piccolo demanded to the newcomer. The Saiyan did not respond as he looked around slowly as if looking for someone, eventually returning his gaze upon the Namekian.
 
“Me?” the newcomer asked with a voice that was identical to Goku’s if he was angry. “My name is Kakarot. Is this the planet ‘Earth’?” (Mispronouncing Earth) the Saiyan asked, as he again looked around.
 
Isn’t Goku’s Saiyan name ‘Kakarot’? Piccolo asked himself, then slowly nodding to this ‘Kakarot’s’ question. “Yes, this is Earth.” (Properly pronouncing it) “What are you doing here? Are you a Saiyan?” Piccolo demanded, not lowering his guard. The newcomer nodded.
 
“Yes, I am a Saiyan; and before you ask; I am not here to destroy your planet. I am here to speak with Goku – nothing more. I have no hostile intentions towards you or anyone else.”
 
“What do you want with him? How do you know him?”
Kakarot smiled with an almost devilish grin. “Merely to speak with him. As for how I know him… its rather complicated and honestly I have no intention to speak my tale more than once. I wish to give Goku and his family the answers to some questions they’ve probably asked themselvesat some point within the past few years. In speaking of; I would like to know where Goku is right now, can you guide me to him? I assure you that I will not harm you, him, his family or anyone on this planet.”
 
“Give me a reason to trust you! If anything we’ve learned that most of you Saiyans like to lie about your intentions!”
 
“Heh, you simply have no reason to trust me due to your history with my race, except with my word. But I ask – I plead to you to trust me enough to guide me to Goku; at least a fraction of the trust you have for him.”
Piccolo gritted his sharp teeth and growled as he slowly lowered his guard.
 
“Fine, I’ll escort you to Goku’s house. However if I even sense that you will betray me I will not hesitate to obliterate you myself, Saiyan!” Piccolo roared to the grinning Kakarot.
 
“Thank you; I will not betray your trust. It is after-all difficult to earn a Namekian’s trust, so I am grateful that you are giving me this chance.” Kakarot said as he bowed slightly and thanks. If Piccolo had eyebrows he would have cocked one up to this behavior – the fact that it was a Saiyan surprised him to see one act this way.
 
“All right, he’s this way.” Piccolo said as he lifted himself up with his energy, Kakarot doing the same. The two then sped off into one direction, the two flying alongside so Piccolo could keep an eye on the mysterious Saiyan.
 
 
 
Goku sat down at the table and placed his elbows upon it, and his head in his hands, impatiently waiting as his wife Chi-Chi worked in the kitchen working on their dinner for their anniversary. He rapidly tapped one of his legs against the bottom of the table, making it slightly shake from his sheer strength – he hated waiting for anything; especially when it came to food – especially his wife’s food. He whiffed at the strong aromas coming from the kitchen as his mouth watered in desire. Goku envisioned a grand display of various foods being placed on the table, huge smiles on himself and his wife and son as he mowed down on it all, without a care in the world. The day dream made his stomach growl for it all. Suddenly a finger tapped on his back, he turned to see Gohan, dressed for the dinner.
“Smells good, huh Dad?” Gohan teased at his father.
 
“Yeah! I can’t wait!” Goku said as he leaned back in the chair and patted his growling belly.
 
“Dad, how long have you and Mom been married, now?” his son asked as he sat down at the table. Goku blinked at the question as he placed a hand on his chin and looked up in thought.
 
“Uhhh…” he muttered as he thought deeply, he then looked down at his hands and tried counting off his fingers. “Let’s see… your now 9 years old, right?” Goku mindlessly asked his son. Gohan nodded to his father’s question as he smiled at his elementary-level knowledge. “So that was 9 years ago when you were born so I think its been…” he paused as he counted up a 9 on his fingers, thinking hard on remembering the chain of events in his life back to his wedding, eventually opening up his right thumb for a 10. “So that would be 10… I think.” Goku said as he came to the conclusion. “Yeah, 10 years now!”
 
“Wow! 10 years?” Gohan echoed.
 
“Yes, its been 10 years ago today that I married your father.” Chi-Chi commented as she walked in with a platter full of food. Goku and Gohan’s eyes widened to the sight of the food as their mouths watered to the smell. Chi-Chi placed the platter on the table and joined her husband and son at the table. Goku suddenly got up and walked to a cabnet and pulled out a few glasses and a small bottle and brought them over to the table. “Is that sparkling grape juice?” Chi-Chi asked. He nodded as he poured the contents of the bottle into the three glasses and placed them for each member. He sat down and raised his glass to Chi-Chi’s.
 
“To 10 years!” he announced as the three lightly knocked their glasses together and sipped. They were about to begin when they all picked up their utensils, however Goku and Gohan’s expressions immediately snapped to full serious as they both stood up from their seats and looked at each other.
 
“Wait, whats wrong?” Chi-Chi asked as she looked at the mens’ faces. “Goku? Gohan?” she pleaded.
 
“You sense that Dad?” Gohan asked his father, whom nodded. Goku looked over to his wife with a saddened face.
 
“I’m sorry Chi-Chi, but I think someone is here.” Goku said to his wife simply as he and Gohan bolted out the door and into their “front yard” which only viewed a field and some mountains in the distance, however two spots could be seen out in the distance approaching at high speed in the air. The two men stared at the two figures approaching. Gohan was the first to spot that one of them was Piccolo as his serious demenior changed to a happy one as he ran a bit towards the incomers.
 
“MR. PICCOLO!” Gohan yelled as he waved as the Namekian and stranger landed. The young warrior went up to his mentor. “What are you doing here, Mr. Piccolo?” he asked as he looked at the stranger that came with the Namekian. Gohan’s eyes went wide with shock when he saw the face of the Saiyan. “W-what?! Who are you?!” Gohan yelled as he stepped back and went into a defensive pose.
 
“Hold on, Gohan.” Piccolo interrupted as he raised a hand in-between Gohan and the Saiyan. “This Saiyan says he wants to talk with your father… not fight.” Goku approached closely, walking. He kept his eyes on the newcomer, as did he.
 
“Like my son said; who are you?” Goku said with complete seriousness in his voice as he looked at the Saiyan that was identical to himself. The Saiyan just smiled devilishly.
 
“My name is Kakarot, son of Bardock, younger brother of Raditz and current King of all Saiyans! And I am here to…” he raised and pointed a gloved hand to Goku. “Talk to you: my counter-part!” he commanded with an even bigger devilish smile.
 
 
Narrator: Who is this mysterious Saiyan that is calling himself “Kakarot”? What does he want with Goku? Find out in the next exciting chapter of “The Unwalked Path”!

any more?

It's a taste. Probably meaning not.

this reminds me that mine I still patiently waiting for me...

Good job, Bryan. Cool read.

Oh there is more. I actually have the first 9 chapters finished. I've been trying to get around to actually writing number 10. I did just finished re-reading what I have thus far and making edits and fixes.
Here's Chapter 2:
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Chapter 2:Truth! The Cards Are Laid Out!
 
                “Why do you want to talk to me… Kakarot? If that it is even your name!” Goku yelled at the Saiyan standing before him.
 
“A couple of reasons actually; one that I simply wish to tell you my life story to answer the questions that you have likely asked yourself at some point in your life – most likely after discovering you were actually Saiyan.” Kakarot stated. Goku simply glared at his twin as he looked back in his memory.
 
“And what question would that be?” Gohan interrupted, everyone looked at the young half-breed’s question, a big toothy grin slowly forming on Kakarot’s face.
 
“The sort of ‘What-if’ question that everyone asks themselves at some point in their lives. In you and your father’s case it would be like ‘what would it have been if Goku lived a life as a Saiyan instead of an Earthling?’It’s a common sort of question everyone asks themselves, but it of course isn’t a question anyone gets the answer to. One of the reasons why I am here is to give Goku a look into the life he might have had.”
 
“What are the other reasons?” Piccolo asked this time. Goku just said nothing as he just continued to stare at Kakarot.
 
“Those reasons are my own, but I promise that I will reveal to you what those reasons are when my story is finished being told. My story will also answer a bit on how I know some of the things about your lives as well.”
 
“Can you please explain to me why you have my Saiyan name, and how you got here?” Goku suddenly asked.
 
“The reason why I have the same name, face and such as you is that I am you, Goku! I am you from an alternate timeline from this one. One in which you didn’t come to Earth and were raised as an Earthling. I was raised on our home planet of Vegeta instead where I was raised as a ‘proper Saiyan’. You and I have lived very different lives, Goku. But there have been certain events that happened in my timeline that also happened in yours.”
 
“Such as…?” Goku asked with a cocked eyebrow. Kakarot’s grin turned into a loud prideful laugh as he brought his arms down from their crossed position. He kneeled down a bit, his hands clenched hard, as an aura of energy began to form around the Saiyan as his voice slowly elevated from a low growl to a scream. The rocks around him began to raise and shake as Kakarot’s Ki rose to dramatic levels, soon a faint golden light started to emanate from his body as the shaking grew stronger and more violent. With a loud boom and a blinding light Kakarot’s normally black spiky hair was shot straight up and waving as if it was fire and golden. He was a Super Saiyan. Everyone looked on in shock at Kakarot’s transformation.
 
“Much like you, Goku; I too have achieved the status of the legendary Super Saiyan of lore. It was destiny – written in the stone of time that you, I and all our multi-dimensional brothers were to achieve this power!” Kakarot declared with pride seeping from the waves of his awesome energy. He stood there and let the transformation sink into everyone for a few moments before he reverted back to his base form. “There are other similarities between our lives besides our shared ability of being able to transform into a Super Saiyan. All of which I will reveal to you, your family and friends. In speaking of which; I will let you call any of your friends that you think should or would care to listen to my tale… minus a few exceptions.”
 
“What exceptions are those?” Goku asked.
 
“The ones who can’t know of my being here are anyone in the Other World – especially whom run it. Also I would like that if any other Saiyans you know such as Prince Vegeta not know of my existence as well. The Kais for the reason that technically I shouldn’t be here; the multi-verse has some rules that are not to be broken – the transferring from one timeline to another namely. The consequences of which could be disastrous in levels that we mere mortals cannot easily understand. I wish to keep my time in this universe short and sweet so that I do not cause unneeded damage to the multi-verse; if which the Kais whom run this universe were to discover my presence this could be a major incident that could do a lot of damage to both our universes. As for Vegeta not knowing is that segments of my tale could and possibly would harm his Royal Saiyan pride severely, as a fellow Saiyan I do not wish to harm what little pride he has left for his title. If anything he has considered how doomed our race is before anyone else has.”
 
Goku, Gohan, Chi-Chi (whom had come out to see the commotion) and Piccolo looked at each other. “Do you all think we can keep a secret?” Goku asked his family and friend with a smile. They all smiled and agreed. “Kakarot; we’ll keep the truth of your being here a secret from everyone. And honestly I think that if I let any of the rest of my friends know there might be risk of your presence being known. I do want them to hear, but I think it might be better if they didn’t. Kakarot smiled and made a slight bow of thanks.
 
“Thank you. Now for my story; it’ll be sort of long since it’s covering events from my birth to now. So I think we should go inside so I may explain it to you all.” Everyone agreed as they walked into the house. Goku slowly approached his wife and whispered in her ear.
 
“Chi-Chi are you sure you want to post-pone our anniversary celebration for his story?” he asked. Chi-Chi’s doubled back at Goku with surprise in her eyes.
 
“Personally, I don’t care much for the fact he’s here on our wedding anniversary – our 10^th at that… but he is sorta family and he says that he can’t stay too long and it seems very important to him to tell it to you. So I think we can do this.” She said as she wrapped an arm around one of Goku’s strong arms.
 
“Thanks, Chi-Chi.” He said simply as they then pulled out two more chairs for Piccolo and Kakarot and placed them at the table. They all sat down and everyone’s gaze turned towards Kakarot, awaiting for him to begin. “Oh um, Kakarot; do you mind if we eat while you tell your life-story?” Goku asked as he rubbed his belly in hunger. Kakarot smiled warmly and nodded.
 
“Yes, you may eat. May I have some as well?” he asked Chi-Chi, whom nodded and with a welcoming smile. “Thank you.” As he reached for some meat with his hands and took a big bite out of it, and swallowed. “Ah yes, I will answer any questions you may have regarding my timeline, since I am bound to miss some details.”* he explained, as everyone nodded.
 
 
Author’s Note: the sentence marked with the * is to be directed towards YOU my dear readers. I ask that the questions be related to Kakarot’s timeline. Kinda of an interactive thing so-to-speak. There are things that will be omitted from Kakarot’s story- namely certain Saiyans such as Broly and Tarble - since by this time in the series Goku and co have not met them. But I will answer questions if I can (including Tarble and Broly’s fates) Also I have not seen all the movies and episodes of the franchise, so I may miss things, but I’m primarily keeping the focus on the Saiyan race.

What, are you gonna be posting it in daily instalments? XD

Actually you should. This gives people to read it at they're leisure and not feel threatened by the TLDR effect.
Plus, it gives you the time to keep adding to it.

when I started writing it I was doing almost week by week but that was a year ago. Might update it every few days if I remember to.

Author’s Note: I was going back and forth on how this story should be told between it being just Kakarot telling the story or it being done in my regular style. I decided to mix the two so I convey both Kakarot’s feelings on the subjects to Goku as well as convey the feelings I want to express in the scenes.
 
 
Chapter 3: Birth of a Saiyan
 
                Kakarot: I will begin with the beginning – the day of my birth as it was described to me and what I was told of my mother. From what I heardGine - my mother - was an average Saiyan woman in almost every way – until late into her pregnancy with me. Usually when Saiyan women become pregnant she is restricted from going on too many assignments. Most become agitated by this since they too want to fight which is usual with our race,but Gine... she was different in that one detail; she looked forward to meeting her child, she wanted to get to know me – to know us, Goku.
 
Gine gently stroked her enlarged belly as a warm smile was on her face. “So when’s the day the kid comes out?"Fasha asked as she gulped down some Saiyan wine and wiped away the excess with the back of her hand. Gine smiled at her life-long friend.
 
“Any day now.” The former replied as she felt a kick with her hand in her belly.
 
“Then you can get back into the fray soon?” Fasha replied as she placed her head in her hands and stared at the huge belly of her friend. Gine laughed loudly to this.
 
“You are so typical! I want to meet Kakarot!”
 
“Your naming the kid ‘Kakarot’? Really? You do know he’s going to be laughed at for that name and he’s going to hate you for giving him such a weak name! You’ll have to watch your back when he’s older!”
 
 “Maybe so, but I think it’ll fit him! I have this feeling he won’t be like the usual man, I think he’ll be a lot like his father. He will be strong, compassionate towards his allies and ruthless towards his enemies like a true Saiyan hero should.”
 
Fasha’s eyes went wide in shock. “What planet were you raised on, Gine?! I don’t think Bardock would appreciate being described as that. And what’s with this ‘hero’ thing? With the way things are there’s no such thing as heroes.”
 
“I disagree. There is – or rather there will be. And regarding Bardock; under that tough exterior, I think there is a bit of compassion in that monkey heart of his. I mean you remember that one time when you and the rest of the team nearly got killed on that planet? Bardock was furious and wiped out the squads that attacked you guys. He cares about his friends!” Gine yelled. Fasha raised her hands in defeat.
 
“Yeah, yeah, I remember. But Bardock screamed at all of us for three whole days for being ‘careless’. You wouldn’t believe how loud he gets!” Gine laughed and leaned forward and stared her friend down with a fierce look.
 
“Oh believe me; I know! Especially when you know how to exploit his… weaknesses.”Gine said with sinister look on her face. Fasha gave a similar sinister smile back as she leaned back in her chair and roared in laughter.
 
“Now I know why you and Bardock are always going at it! He can’t stand losing a fight to anyone!”
 
“Especially in bed!”Gine commented as she too burst into a fit of laughter. They laughed hard for a few moments before calming down into snickers.
 
“Well, nice to know the tike hasn’t changed your humor!” Fasha commented as she raised up another glass of wine. Gine reached for her glass of water and began to raise it up to meet Fasha’s, but suddenly she dropped her glass and grasped at her stomach and went into growls of pain and discomfort. “Gine? You alright?” Fasha asked, concerned for her friend. The pregnant Saiyan mumbled something under her breath. Fasha’s eyebrows furrowed. “What was that?” Gine’s eyes then glared at her friend.
 
“I SAID THE BABY IS COMING!” Gine screamed at the top of her lungs, everyone in the bar turned their heads to the female Saiyan’s scream as Fasha herself fell back onto the floor. The latter quickly got up and rushed to her friend’s side and helped her stand, simultaneously barking orders at the onlookers to either get out of the way or help get the medical corps. Many of the people moved out of the way as a few rushed out for help.It took only a few minutes for Gine to be broughtto the medical corps where an elderly Saiyan named Planthorr guided Gine to the operating table. Another scientist named Malaka forced everyone including Fasha out. Fasha sat outside the door waiting for what seemed like eternity as she heard screams from her friend inside.
 
“Bardock… you should be here.” She mumbled as she waited, keeping an eye on the door.
 
“But I am.” A familiar male voice stated as he hovered over his comrade. Fasha’s gaze shot upward to Bardock who was staring at the door, listening to the screams from his mate.
 
“Well you are fashionably late as usual.” Fasha scoffed to her comrade. Bardock’s gaze of the door did not waver as he tried ignoring her. “Here to see your new son?” she asked trying to get a response from him.
 
“No, I’m just here to check up on Gine. I heard that she was going into labor.” One of Fasha’s eyebrowscocked upward to his attempt at being cold.
 
“Do you even want to know his name?”
 
“I said no. What point would there be to even try getting to be a father to my son. It’ll be just like with Raditz; they’ll send him away in a few days to begin his first mission in this damn organization… provided he can even survive it.”
 
“According to Gine; he will be a powerful Saiyan hero… like his father.” Bardock snickered to Fasha’s statement.
 
“Heh, a hero? There’s no such thing in this day and age. The tales of a Legendary Saiyan hero are nothing more than stories. Doesn’t she know that?”
 
“I don’t think so. She’s a dreamer who thinks the best is yet to come… but isn’t that what you like about her? That determination she has?” Bardock said nothing to Fasha’s questions; he just made a low growl in annoyance as he usually did when he was proven wrong. At that moment the elderly Planthorr stepped out, his robes partly covered in blood.
“Ah, Bardock wasn’t expecting you here of all places. I thought you’d be out getting yourself in another fight for me to heal you again.” The old man teased with a grin.
 
“Enough, old man. How is Gine?” Bardock ordered.
 
“She’s here but…” he trailed off.
 
“But what?” Fasha asked as she stood up and faced the doctor. Planthorr’s eyes shifted away from the two younger Saiyans in front of him.
 
“Well? What the hell is it?!” Bardock yelled as he took the old man by the scruff of the neck. A baby’s crying could then be heard in the room behind Planthorr.
 
“She’s dead, Bardock. Something went wrong in the operation… I don’t know what but—“ Bardock released his grip on the old man suddenly as he just stared into the open doorway. A brief moment of silence passed over until it was broken by the wails of a baby boy.
 
“Looks like your son is okay though.” Fasha stated as she helped Planthorr up. Bardock said nothing as he slowly turned around and walked down the hall – away from his now deceased mate and newborn son.

Oh yeah I just finished writing Chapter 10 and posted it up on Fan-fiction.net if you want to go look at it there. https://www.fanfiction.net/~bryandacote

I'll post a chapter every other day on this thread until its all up-to-date. Then it'll be a matter of when I write new chapters.

Here's Chapter 4. I forgot I would say I would post the chapters every other day ^^;



Chapter 4: Bardock – Father of Kakarot (Part 1)
 
The old Saiyan Planthorr sighed as Bardock stormed off down the hall, Fasha was about to chase after him, however Planthorr grabbed Fasha’s shoulder. “What is it doc? She asked.
 
“Did Gine by chance tell you of the child’s name? The boy survived as you can hear.” He asked.
 
“She said it was to be ‘Kakarot’... Is that it?” she asked. The old doctor released his grip on the female’s shoulder and nodded.
 
“Thank you.” The old man stated. Fasha nodded and rushed after Bardock.  “I hate doing that to anyone; Saiyan or not.” Planthorr commented as he turned back into the operation room where a crying newborn Saiyan and Malaka awaited. Malaka had his hands over his ears to attempt to block out the insistent wailing of the newborn as he waited for his colleague.
 
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let’s send this brat off to the nursery already.” Malaka scoffed as he returned to his computer console.
 
“My goodness, that's one loud kid. He’ll be great, watch!” Planthorr exclaimed to the boy’s crying.
 
“That's a bold prediction for the son of a low-class soldier - especially if he’s Bardock and Gine's son. I wouldn't stake my reputation on that prediction if I were you, Planthorr.”
 
“Hmm.. you just watch and wait!” the old Saiyan scoffed at his colleague’s comment.“That's the cry of a great warrior.According to his mother’s last wish his name will be Kakarot. Remember that name.”
 
 
Kakarot: My father took my mother’s death hard, much harder than most would to the news of their mate’s death. According to his friends, Bardock was quiet for days and his fighting was even more ruthless than before due to his anger. It wasn’t until they were done finishing an assignment on a planet known as Kanassa that he finally did speak to his crew.
 
Tora – the second in command of Bardock’s team and best friend reached his thick muscular arms skyward and stretched for a moment before relaxing and grabbing a piece of cooked meat from the fire. “That was one hell of a party, wasn’t it?” he commented before taking a bite.
 
“If you say so, I don’t remember any of it.” Fasha stated as she threw away the bone from the piece of meat she just finished.
 
“Ha, you’re a typical ape, Fasha.” Tora laughed to his female partner.
 
“Aw, shut up. I don’t see how you guys remember anyway. Elephants aren’t supposed to forget, not Apes.”
 
“I’m with you, Fasha.” Borgos – the largest member of the team – commented. “For me, it’s like waking up from a dream. I kind of remember it all, but then it all just slips away.”
 
“I don’t remember much either, but I do remember the crusty little bastard that gave me this.” Shugesh commented as he rubbed at the mentioned scar on his face with his thumb.
 
“Bardock says he remembers everything.” Fasha countered, with an attempt to get a response out of her comrade, thinking back to a few days prior when they learned of Gine's death.
 
Tora chuckled as he shifted his weight on the rock he was sitting on. “Don’t make me laugh, Fasha. Bardock might remember every second of every battle, but he remembers nothing of his personal life. Allow me to demonstrate:” a grin formed on Tora’s face as he began to turn around to face their leader laying on the ground a fair distance away, chewing on a piece of grass. Fasha saw Tora’s grin and tried silently motioning him with a hand to call the demonstration off, but it was too late. “Bardock.” He called out. “Do you remember when your son was born?” The team stared at Bardock for a moment.
 
“No…” Bardock growled. “But that was a long time ago.” Fasha sighed.
 
“It was not you lazy bum. It was the other day. Come on, you need to go see the little tike. You have enough time to stop in before our next assignment.” She suggested. Bardock sat up from his laying position and spat out the piece of grass.
 
“Visit him, huh? How nice, a Father-son bonding. Why the hell should I? They’ll just send him away thanks to his low power-level – just like before with Raditz…” he nearly yelled as he clenched his hands into tight fists.
 
“Bardock, you’re too much.” Fasha commented.He’s stubborn as always…. That’s what you like about him right, Gine?
 
 
 
 
“Sire!” a Saiyan in noble armor called as he rushed into the royal chambers and immediately went down on one knee before King Vegeta as he sat in his throne.
 
“What is it, Bodarega?”*the King barked as he glared down to the young man before him.
 
“Sire! I have received word that Bardock and his crew has taken Planet Kanassa in one night!”
 
“One night?!” King Vegeta echoed in shock. All of the royal subjects in the chamber looked at the King’s face, they were taken in surprise at their King’s reaction. “T-that’s impossible! A few low-level Saiyans conquered Planet Kanassa in one night?”
 
“I’m afraid so, sire. Bardock and his crew have been gaining a sizable reputation from all the high-level assignments they’ve been taking on. Rumor is going around that Bardock’s power level rivals or surpasses yours!”
 
“Is that so…?” the King mumbled as he slowly stood up from his throne, a sinister smile growing on his goatee-bearded face. He raised a gloved hand to Bodarega and blasted him into oblivion with a burst of energy.*A low chuckle echoed from the royal Saiyan, which eventually grew to a roaring laugh that echoed through-out the palace. “If that is the case then something will have to be done about this insolence! You!” he commanded to one of his other subordinates whom quickly saluted to his King.
 
“Y-yes, sire?” the Saiyan trembled.
 
“Bring that low-class scum, Bardock here! He will know his place when I am through with him! No one will ever surpass the Saiyan Royal Family and its elite warriors!”
 
 
Author’s Note: the two spots marked with a star (*) are a reference to Team Four Star’s DBZ Abridged series.

Chapter 5: Bardock – Father of Goku (Part 2)
 
Kakarot: Saiyan parents often do not spend any time with their children through-out their lives. Mostly since they considered close bonds such as family or love to either be too weak or too much of a risk. This way of thought became second nature amongst our race, however there were some that did dare to break this way of thinking, because they thought that bonds is what makes us stronger.
 
                A planet – red as a blood ruby floating in space, seemingly serene, supposedly calm by glance – this was Planet Vegeta – home world of the Saiyan warrior race. It slowly rotating in its regular orbit when suddenly cracks formed upon its crimson surface, the cracks and fissures spread everywhere and grew in size within seconds… then with a loud deafening boom of an explosion the crimson Planet Vegeta was gone, nothing but rubble in its place.
 
Bardock awoke screaming, his voice muffled by a mask that allowed him to breath whilst in the healing tank. “Something is going wrong! Get him out of there, Malaka!” a familiar old voice yelled. Malaka quickly input some controls into his console, then the healing liquid drained as the Saiyan warrior Bardock’s vision slowly came into focus. His first sight was that of Planthorr – his unofficially designated doctor and his colleague Malaka. “What’s wrong Bardock?” the doctor demanded in a worried tone. Bardock ripped off the mask from his face.
 
“I don’t know.” He started as he took a weary step out of the chamber. “It felt like I was dreaming, but I wasn’t exactly asleep…” he mumbled as he instinctively got a baring of his surroundings and then looked for his clothes. This was not the first time he’s been in this hospital due to his crazy methods of accomplishing missions. “Well whatever, never mind.”
 
“If you say so.” Planthorr sighed. The warrior quickly located his belongings and got dressed.
 
“Where’s Tora and the others?” Bardock mindlessly asked as he finished putting on his red wrist-bands.
 
“They got orders to stand down for a few days by King Vegeta, himself. Apparently the King has heard of your crew’s exploits and wished to give your comrades time off, as for you though… King Vegeta has requested that you meet him at the palace. Some sort of promotion or something, I don’t know what exactly.”
 
“His Royal Laziness wants to talk to me, eh? When?” asked Bardock with piqued interest.
 
“At your early convenience.”
 
“Which of course means; ‘right now’, Bardock.” Malaka commented, in his usual scoff tone.
 
“Yeah, yeah I know.” Bardock said as he casually began to leave the room, with a hand waving (mostly to write off Malaka’s insistent attempts at being an ass), however the old Planthorr rushed after Bardock to catch up.
 
“Hold on, Bardock.” The old Saiyan shouted. Bardock growled in annoyance.
 
“What now?” he growled.
 
“Your son is here, do you want to see him?” the doctor asked.
 
“Do I have to?” Bardock asked as he resumed his walking.
 
“I think it would do you both some good, Bardock. I mean do you even want to know your son’s name?”
“No, not really. But I know you are going to tell me anyway, so what is it?” Bardock stated as the sounds of a baby’s wailing could be heard just up the hall, a few feet at best.
 
“You can read it for yourself.” Planthorr grinned as grabbed Bardock’s bare shoulder and tapped a finger on the glass, pointing to a small boy with similar spiky hair to Bardock’s. He looked through the glass towards the pointed out Saiyan.
 
“So that’s him, huh?” Bardock mumbled as looked at the identical hair his son wore, then down to the name plate. “Kakarot? She really named him ‘Kakarot’ of all names?”
 
“Yes, your late mate had an odd method in naming. I mean; it’s been a long time since I’ve seen a Saiyan child be given that name. You do know why, right?” Bardock growled to the doctor’s stupid question.
 
“Yes… I do. It’s a weak name that means ‘compassion’ in ancient Saiyan.” He stated with distaste.
 
“Ah, this brings back memories.” Planthorr commented with a laugh. “He is definitely the spitting image of you when you were a new born. IF I recall your father came up with your name right there in that very room, holding you. If I remember he told me that ‘Bardock’ roughly translates to ‘determination’ in ancient Saiyan as well.”
 
“My father… held me?” Bardock mumbled in shock, still staring at his son Kakarot beyond the glass.
 
“Yes, it was extremely rare – even during those times to see any Saiyan parent take the time to see their newborn child, let alone hold them. But your father was an odd one.” Planthorr continued as he too looked at the young Kakarot for a moment before turning his gaze to Bardock whom of course was still looking. “Bardock… you could hold him if you wish.” The Saiyan warrior’s piercing gaze snapped over to Planthorr. “You could. There is no law or rule that denies a parent of any race the right to hold their child in their arms. If it bothers you that your holding your son may inflict either you or son’s pride if word of it got out, I promise you as a Saiyan that it will remain our secret – a secret between you, me, Kakarot and Gine if she is indeed watching either of you in Other World.”
 
Bardock just stared at the elderly Saiyan, then back to his son, then back again to Planthorr. He opened his mouth to speak his answer, but instead simply nodded once quickly. Planthorr smiled as he guided the Saiyan father into an adjacent door in the hall that led into the nursery where a line of Saiyan babies – most of which were sleeping – including Kakarot who eventually fell asleep from his own wailing. Bardock and Planthorr slowly approached the pod that held Kakarot, Planthorr pressed a button on the pod’s controls and the glass opened. Bardock stood there for an awkward moment staring at his young son, debating again whether to hold his son or not, but eventually gave into his decision and gingerly (yet awkwardly) picked up his son by the armpits till the boy’s head was parallel to his own.  Bardock again awkwardly stared at his son’s sleeping face.
 
“No, no, no, Bardock.” The doctor scolded quietly to the inexperienced father as he gently took Kakarot. “You hold him like this.” He stated as he demonstrated the proper way to hold a child by cradling the baby boy in his arms. “See? Not that hard, now you try.” He suggested as he slowly and carefully handed the boy to Bardock whom was already trying to pose his arms in the correct positions as he carefully took his son. Bardock stood there for a moment, cradling his sleeping son, staring at his son’s calm and peaceful face as he slept. “Gine would be pleased to see you spending this time with your son, Bardock. Remember this feeling my boy; and remember it well – it’s the feeling of being a father to your son. Pass this feeling on to your son; let him know that there is no shame in having a family.” Planthorr instructed. Bardock again said nothing and simply nodded, and for a long moment he realized he enjoyed this feeling and he didn’t want anyone to take this feeling… or Kakarot away from him… not even if it was King Vegeta or Frieza himself.

~pfft~

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Bryan Dacote wrote:?

because chapter 5 is funny for me& i like it.

Chapter 6: Hail tothe King (Part 1)
 
Kakarot: If I remember correctly, Goku you were born with an average power-level for a low-class Saiyan. In my timeline, things were different…
 
Bardock slowly put back his infant son Kakarot into the pod that he was originally sleeping in. “Planthorr… has anyone scanned Kakarot’s power level yet?” he asked. The Saiyan doctor nodded.
 
“Yes, it’s remarkable. Our scouters read him at an extraordinary power level of 7500!” Bardock’s eyes went wide in shock as his head spun to the older man.
 
“What?! 7500? That’s impossible! He’s only a few days old!” the surprised father exclaimed.
 
“I’m not joking, Bardock. Check for yourself.” Planthorr instructed as he gestured a withered hand to Bardock’s green scouter. Bardock did as the doctor suggested and pressed a button on his scouter attached to his ear. The display targeted the infant, read the distance away, his race, gender, and finally began the reading on the power level starting from zero and going up.
 
“100… 200… 500… 1000…” Bardock read off as the number escalated faster and faster. “2500… 3200, 4200, 5500…” Bardock’s surprised face went into complete shock as the scouter’s reading climbed even higher until it finally hit its target of; “A-a power level of 7500!” Bardock finally exclaimed. “My scouter must be broken!” he yelled as he took off the device and looked at it in his left hand, trying to find the will of strength to crush it.
 
“Believe me, Bardock. Its working fine; we’ve scanned him with at least 5 different of the latest up-to-date scouters, yours being the sixth. No matter how unbelievable it is, that’s the case. He must be the strongest born Saiyan in roughly a thousand years!”
 
“Planthorr, you can’t mean that he might be the Super Saiyan hero of Legend? The Saiyan’s whose power is said to be unrivaled through-out the known universe?”
 
“It’s possible, Bardock…”
 
Gine… did you know that our son would be born with this strength? IS that the reason why you claimed he was going to be a hero? Bardock thought to himself as he stared at his son. A Moment of awkward silence passed by before the Saiyan father finally spoke again. “Has the higher ups already hear of this?”
 
“Yes…” Planthorr nodded, also gazing at the amazing infant before them. “Thankfully they have decided not to kill him, they have decided to have him raised here on Planet Vegeta under the care of King Vegeta’s personal Elites.”
 
So, even though he’s not being sent away, I’ll probably not be able to be a part of my son’s life… Bardock thought. He put his scouter back on his ear and looked at his now empty left hand, totally ignoring that Planthorr was right next to him. No… I can’t let that happen! He gripped his hand into a fist.
 
“Bardock?” Planthorr asked, noticing the former’s clenched fist.
 
“King Vegeta had requested my presence at his palace, right?” Bardock suddenly asked. Planthorr nervously nodded.
 
“Yes.”
 
A smile formed on Bardock’s face. “Good. I’m going to go see him now.” He stated as he briskly walked out of the room and down the hall, ultimately leaving the hospital. He ran outside  launched himself into the air, floating high above the city Bardock scanned the city for the Royal Palace, once spotted he pressed the button on his scouter and read multiple high-level Saiyan – the Elites – and one that was higher than the others at roughly a power level of 10,000 within the building. “That power must be King Vegeta’s. Nice to know he’s home.” Bardock joked as he flew towards the palace.
It only took a few minutes to reach the Palace, where Bardock landed and walked up to the doors where one of the guards stopped him.
 
“Your business?” he asked, Bardock noticed the spark in the man’s eye; ready to start a fight.
 
“I’m Bardock, I’m here at the request of the King. Let me pass or I’ll blast you out of my way!” he barked to the guard’s face. The Guard pressed the button on his own scouter by sheer instinct, within a few seconds; the guard’s eyes went into a state of fear at the sight of Bardock’s level. He stepped back.
 
“You may pass.” The guard whimpered, Bardock paid the guard’s obvious fear any mind as he shoved open the double doors and marched through the foyer, making his way straight to the throne room. Various guards as foolish (or wise) as the one out front confronted  him, all of them had done the same and scanned Bardock’s power level, then immediately cowered and let him pass, until the mighty low-class warrior finally was at his destination.
 
“I believe you called, sire?” Bardock hollered in a smug tone as he walked in and stood before the King, his arms crossed. King Vegeta glared down to the low-class warrior before him.
 
“You must be Bardock. Thank you for coming.” The King stated as he stood up from his throne.
 
“Get to the point, Your Highness. I don’t like beating around the bush.” King Vegeta laughed to Bardock’s statement.
 
“Very well then; to the point - the point is Bardock; there have been rumors that you are just as strong as me, or (as absurd as it sounds) stronger than me – the King. I have ordered you here to see if you as much of the mighty Saiyan warrior the rumors make you out to be and challenge you.”
 
“Challenge me?” Bardock echoed. “AS tempting as that is, what would I get for fighting you?”
 
“Well if you lose to me, you will die obviously. If by the slim chance you win, you will take my place as King of Saiyans.”
 
“That’s it?” Bardock asked; KingVegeta nodded. The low class warrior looked away in thought. King, huh? I don’t like the idea, but… things need to change. And they won’t change while he sits on his throne and let Frieza call the shots. he thought. After a long moment, he refaced King Vegeta. “I accept your challenge. But let’s do it somewhere else. I don’t like the idea of blowing away my future palace during the fight.”
 
A smile of supreme confidence formed on the goatee-bearded face of King Vegeta. “You sound confident. But yes, we shall move our fight else-where. There is certain grounds outside the city that were used for these challenges. We shall use them for our battle.”
 
“Fine by me. Lead the way Your Highness.”