Project Enneyac

Project Enneyac
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Warning:
Contains the following: OC, violence, language, adult themes

EXTRA WARNING: Contains more people who are just down right nasty and doesn't conform to general courtesies, you have been warned. Also, there's child abuse.

As the story progress, there will be some adult themes that if you feel like your tolerance is not
compatible, then please look elsewhere.


Also, it would help to understand the story better if you have watched the Bardock movie.

If this is your cup o' tea, then sit back and enjoy.

I hope this entertains you.

The name 'Enneyac', when pronounced the 'c' is silent ^_^

Scene Sixteen

I've been here since 0500, where is she? Hnn?

"Bardock? What are you doing here? I thought you're supposed to be training today?" She asks me.

"I'm bored with training. Uh... I should take brat to the market today, you and Toma should take a day off too I dunno, head to the pub or something, I think they're placing bets on the orbit racers again." I say to her. God this is awkward, why is it so hard? There's nothing wrong with it!

Dammit woman stop looking at me like that, you keep doing that and I'll say you have a fat ass!

"Understood. I was thinking that it's been a while since I've had a pint anyway, see you at dinner." She gives me a wave then walk off with her hands behind her head.

I sigh after I make sure she is well out of earshot. I check my scouter, it's now 0630, doc shouldn't be too grumpy if I go in there now right? Shit it's cold! I can feel my tail fluff up around my waist, arrgh I hate it when it happens. There he is, I think he's asleep. I clear my throat.

"Doc!"

"Wha what what?! Oh, Bardock. Don't just come in like this! If it weren't for the regulations around here I swear I'd commision a lock on that door! This isn't a communal space it's my office if you don't mind!" There's still sleep in his bulging eyes.

"Where's brat?" I ask.

"She's in there, she's awake and ready to go, everything's fine." He replies.

As I walk on, I hear him behind me.

"You're welcome." He says with a flat tone.

Oh, right.

"Thanks doc!" I turn around and thank him, before continuing to the examination room, I can still hear him grumble something about lacking in privacy and being treated like a mother with a houseful of kids.
I see the brat sitting up immediately on the table with her eyes gleaming, but as soon as she sees me the sparkle is gone and she folded her arms. Still not a word from her, but from her eyes I can already tell that she's not happy to see me and is looking past me to see where Seripa is.

"Hey brat, I gave Seripa the day off, so you're coming to the markets with me." I say to her.

She looks up at me again, still looking doubtful. For crying out loud kid, does it look like I'm here to feed you to the sand wolves? She's looking at me with even more impatience in her eyes.

I hold back a sigh, close my eyes to calm down, then walk up to her.

"I know you don't believe me kid, but I meant it when I said I was sorry for not double checking the room yesterday. Also, with a scouter, you'll be able to check anyone who's around so you won't have to worry about being shafted again." I say to her.

From the corner of my eyes, she seems to have gotten what she wanted so she walk to the door way, stop and look back at me. I walk along side her no, she walk along side me as we exit the door, and I lead us to the armour room.

"Hey Bardock! Long time no see, who's this little tyke here?" Says Bocha, poor bugger lost a leg during battle so he gets stationed at the armours department, lucky sod is getting fat from it though, ugh, if I ever lose a limb I'd rather kill myself than be like him!

"This one's the latest addition to my team, we're going on a mission tomorrow so she needs to be registered as a trooper, so she'll also need a scouter, armour, plus a registered space pod."

"Gotcha! You know Bardock, I've heard that Mema lost the bet, is that true? I'm still kicking myself for not being there, you know how they like giving me more work around here." Poor sod waves his hands around the armour-filled room, nearly knocking over one of the overhanging ones on the rack. Does it take much time to de-clutter the shit around here?

"He hasn't been the same since the addiction got to him... Brat! Get over here! Stop fiddling with that cable!" I bark, my patience is running thinner than water, I can hardly move around in this shit! Arghh! Nearly trip over a bucket! What!? Why are there dead rats in there?! No wonder this room's stinking up like Hell! Arrrghh it's all over the the floor now!

BOOM!

"En!" I yell, trying to see through the smoke, now the place smells like dead bodies and burning cables, can't see a thing! I power up to clear the smoke, and now I can see the floor, then I see brat on the other side of the room, she is covered with dark ash from the cable explosion, her gloves are ruined, the fingers are exposed from the melted heat. Her eyes are popping out like boiled eggs, hands are still holding onto the two different cable ends, and there are sparks coming out of her hair.

"Hey kid! You done my workshop in! This is coming out of your end Bardock!" Yells Bocha, he's getting up with his peg leg. Alright that's it!

"My end? You're lucky I don't report you for running this workshop to a hazardous dump! Your faulty cable damn near killed my comrade! Either you give me the whole package with no questions asked, otherwise I know plenty of other bar flies that can easily kick your ass and take your post!" I snarl back, he falls back in his chair. Fool, he's been having too much of a an easy life to remember what it's like to be in battle, let alone a standoff. He quickly enter some new data onto the screen, exchange some questions and answers between himself and I, hand me a tablet to sign the official documents, feign the exchange of credits for the stocks, gave me the whole bundle and then we leave.

I don't realise that we are standing outside the workshop awkwardly until brat drops one of the things that she is carrying. I should probably have gotten her to put on the armour before we leave. Too late, besides I have unlimited access and credit to his store now.

"Try on your armour kid." I say to her.

When she put it on, it feels weird. Of all the fucking armours that fat bastard give us, it just HAD to be the exact model I'm wearing right now. Light green shoulder straps and guard flaps, black armour plates and brown stomach, waist and back protective plates. It's good that she's wearing dark green spandex and (newly given) white gloves and boots, otherwise people are going to laugh at us for looking like some kind of sideshow. I really want to punch a hole in the wall and jump through there, but if I get one more demerit point I'll be expelled from my post.

"Put your scouter on." I grit my teeth as I say it.

She looks at the scouter carefully and manages to lock it on her ear, good, at least it's not green like mine but red. A man's got pride you know. I tell her to press the big button on the side and ask what she can see. She looked at me like I just escaped from the looney bin.

"Er, I dunno, flashing shapes?" She says to me, pressing the button again and again.

Oh great, please don't tell me.

"Kid, don't tell me you don't know how to read, not even numbers?" Shit! I just say that out loud? Too late, she hears the impatience in my voice. Before I can say anything else, she throws the scouter at me. I catch it just in time. She dashes off around the corner so I chase after her. I merely take a few strides before she comes running back and hide behind me. The fu....?! I turn back to see Purika approaching us, that jerkoff is fully healed from the rejuvenation tank already, should've knocked his entire teeth out when I could've just so I don't get to see him flash his disgusting mug at me.

"Hey Bardock, your morgue rat is on the loose. Awww isn't that sweet, she's even dressed just like you." Says Purika. I can feel my temples on the verge of popping a blood vessel. Why is that no matter how much I beat him to a pulp he always manages to come back being even bigger of a jerkoff? For a Saiyan he's really on the skinny side, he's swaggering his ugly face really close to us, his lower lips hanging low. I grab him by his neck and hold him up high above the floor, making sure to have a tight clasp on his larynx so he can forget about breathing for as long as I have him there.

"You can forget about attacking me. The moment you try any tricks I will crush your windpipe and guess what, I'm not just a fighter, with my connections I can easily get them to fake a document saying that your death is purely accidental, so from now on, you see us, you steer clear. Got it?" Without waiting for him to reply, I slam his face on the wall acrosss from us, making sure I knock several of his teeth out this time before I leave him there yelping. From the corner of my eye I see brat following me immediately. Happy now kid? I can't just constantly beat the shit out of everyone who wants to mess with us just to get you to to pay attention. How am I supposed to command you when we're on missions?

"I'll teach you how to read once we get back from the market. They're going to leave if we don't hurry." I say, I look at the corner of the hallway, imagining that I'm seeing one of the most boring piece of obsolete scouter model ahead of me. Brat just keeps walking along side of me.

The market is busy and noisy as usual, I walk up to one of the stalls I'm familiar with and ask for two chargrilled squids on a stick before paying with the credit I store on my scouter. I barely taken a bite and that brat has already rip the head, swallow it and move onto the tentacles. It's like watching a coyote devouring a prey. I then see her looking up at me, looking confused, then her eye on my squid. Before I know it, she's eaten five squids and I just manage to finish the first one I bought, which is now already cold. We then walk around the market to see the alien merchants haggling with the troopers over the price of foreign wares, and very occassionally we see other Saiyans of the higher ranks, who of course snub their noses at us. After all, my squadrant don't work directly for King Vegeta, never even got to see what the royal bugger look like. To be frank, I think he's just as bad as Frieza for creating this stupid rank system, I bet I can outmatch any of his elitist snobs.

"Who are they? They wear these long cloth that hangs from their shoulders and their uniforms look different to us, but they're Saiyans too." Says the brat when they are out of earshot, she senses how quiet I am when they walk past us.

"They're the royal guards that work directly under our ruler, King Vegeta. And that's called a 'cape', if you have that on your shoulder guard it means you're of a higher rank, which is stupid since they just get in the way of battle." I explain to her.

"I thought we all work for Frieza." Says the brat.

"What? No, we work for King Vegeta."

"But Seripa says technically King Vegeta works for Frieza, so we all work for Frieza. And I don't even know what this Frieza is, what does he look like? Is he a Saiyan?"

"No En, we're on an alliance with Frieza, we're part of his expanding empire, he's the reason why you and I have a job post. And no, I've never seen what he looks like, but he's definitely not a Saiyan."

"Have you ever seen what the king looks like?"

"No, hardly anyone has seen what he looks like. I have heard that he is quite young when he lead the revolt on the night of the full moon."

"Oh."

"Why all the random questions anyway?"

"... I just don't get why someone who is that great can also allow scums to exist."

"Hnn?"

"I mean if he really is that great of a leader, he wouldn't allow things like fights to take place and allow people to kill each other over food."

I look at her, she's looking at the bargaining that's taking place a few metres ahead. What a hick.

"How would you do it differently then kid?" I ask.

"I don't know, even if no one goes hungry, scums will still exist no matter what."

"... We're heading back now, I still need to show you how to control a space pod, it's all pre-programmed for you, but it's still important to know how to navigate it manually if it breaks down."

I spend the rest of the day until dinner time teaching her how to navigate manually while in the space pod, good thing that we have padded training room for that too, otherwise it'd have been a literal crash course. She's still spazzed out from the experience, ha! She is female after all, even Seripa nearly crashed her space pod when she first flew it. Better shape up quick kid 'cause tomorrow's the big day.

Slap!

I feel the sharp slap on my back and I know already who it can only be. Friggin Seripa, only she can hide her energy level, sneak up on you while being drunk and still manage to ambush people at the same time.

"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeey Captain Bardock! Glad to see you survive a day with Enny~~!" She says then belching loudly, follow by a string of annoying snorts and giggles. Ugh, this is why I can't stand the female species. Good for a quickie but keep them hanging and you'll be stuck with their yapping, good thing she's only like this when she's drunk off her tits.

"Hehehe! You guys even have matching armour! Hic! Hey Toma come look! Don't they look so adorable together?"

"Shut up woman!"

"Hehehehehehe! I can't eat anymore, I've won so much credit from betting on on these racers, I think I drunk all the malted brew too!"

"Sorry Bardock, I tried to get her to stop but the whole bar was placing bets on how many shots she can take, in the end the winners split their winnings with us too." Stupid bugger, how 'bout next time I place bets on how many melons can convince you to drink 100 shots before you pass out? I'll never have to work again 'cause you are just so easily-led, can't believe we're nearly the same age, I swear there are times you have rocks for a brain!

"Seripa and Toma, head back to your dorm, don't forget we depart here at 0700." I swear on my scouter, if you throw up again this time I will stuff you in a space pod and send you off to God knows where!

"Yesshir~~! Hic!"

"Understood." Says Toma, poor bugger is helping Seripa on her feet, I swear if you bring her back to our dorm I will kick both of you out and let the sand wolves eat you!

Ughh. That awful stench! I'm glad I don't drink anymore.

"Come on En, you need to learn how to read the scouter after dinner."

After dinner, I take her outside again and drew characters and numerical symbols in the sand, good thing that she picks these things up quickly. I can't wait to rub it in the boys' faces, that ought to shut them up, bastards think that I can never lead a team.
"En! What does this mean?" I point her to the newest set of instructions I wrote in the sand.

"Um..."

"Can't you say anything but that?! What are you retarded?!" Shit! I really don't mean it! I look at her, for a split second she look like she is about to cry, but then dropped her face so low so I can't see her expression.

"Fine. 'The unknown target at three o' clock has a power level at 500 and is 2000 kilometres away from where we are. Also you are an asshole.'" Very good kid. Wait, what?! I leer at her and she leers at me back.

"Why you little...!"

"Bardock? I've been looking all over for you, why are you guys still here?" Toma? I look around and it's dark, can hardly see my own hands, shit... no wonder she is having difficulty reading what I wrote. I look up and she's already in the building.

"You alright Bardock?" Toma asks me, of course I'm alright you numbnuts! This day has just been out of whack.

"Toma, this mission is going to be a killer, I'm going to need you to be on the look out 'cause Seripa's attention is going to be divided between not getting brat or herself killed. Understood?"

"Understood." He says as he walk beside me. I detect a sense of pride in his voice. Don't diss him, he may be a bit younger than you, but if you crush his pride then the team is fucked. Say something!

"I get the top bunk!" What?! Of all the things to say, it'd had to be that?!

"Huh? Um, OK." Whew! It's times like this I'm glad that he's dense!

On our way back I see brat standing in the hallway fiddling with her scouter. She looks up, ignoring me as she runs to Toma and ask him how to set the alarm clock on it. I watch as Toma teach her how to do it, then they start play fighting in the hallway with him holding the scouter out of reach and her trying to get it back. For the entire day it is the first time I see her smile, not even when she was eating the squids which damn near broke my credit rating!

"Enough! There is a mission tomorrow and you guys are behaving like street urchins!" I bark.

They stop and Toma look like a tool standing there, but En winces at my words. She snatches the scouter off him and runs back to her dorm.

Fuck.

"Er, you sure are grumpy today Bardock, did we do something to piss you off?" Wh-gghhh-what?! Why can't you stay dense like always?!

"Shut up! I'm getting the top bunk!" Oh fuck me.


End Scene Sixteen

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I'm really glad I rewrote most of it, originally I was going to have Seripa going to the market with En, but I've been wanting to write from Bardock's perspective for a very long time.
Bardock was and still very challenging to write, both as from outside and his own perspective, but I hope this improves my writing skills.
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