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Kakarot
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style='font-size:10.0pt'>A/N – Hey ho guys! Merry Christmas to you all and a
happy new year too! This chapter is my Christmas present (albeit very late!) to
all of my fic readers – trust me, in the spirit of this fanfic, this is a great
and very important chapter. Thanks also to everyone who emailed me and reviewed
the last chapter of this fic, it was very nice and inspired me to write this
chapter faster then I other wise would have! Thanks and enjoy!
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“Hello, Father.”
10.0pt'> Bardock barely even
acknowledged the all too-familiar voice that invaded his sanctuary and broke
the silence. His eyes shut against his will and he fought the congruous
sensations of fear and anxiety that arose in him as his son Kakarot’s voice echoed
through the healing tanks waters.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'> Bardockembeembered little of what had happened to him, but
whatever it had been it must have been bad…especially if it had brought his son
scurrying home.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>Kakarotstyle='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>He could remember when the news of his son’s
birth first reached him. He had been preparing to go on a purging mission with
his team when his then-wife had gone into labor. She’d been rushed to the
nearest medical center where they had done what they could for her during the
difficult birth. While pregnancy amongst saiyans was rare – the ratio of male
to female amongst the saiyan population was almost ten to one - it was
completely unheard of for a saiyan to give birth twice in one life time.
Biologically saiyans
were not equipped. It was a hard cold fact of life that after the first
conception of a child a female saiyans body stopped producing eggs. His wife,
Natoru, had been one of the rare exceptions to this rule, as her body had
remained fertile for far longer then it should have. There was a very good
reason why saiyan females were limited to one pregnancy in a lifetime- saiyan
births were hard and many females remained in medic centers for weeks after
giving birth. Bardock had known that his wife’s chances at surviving giving
birth a second time were slim at best, but she had been adamant that she be
allowed the chance to bring life into this world one more time.
His wife hadn’t died
giving birth to Kakarot though - she’d died giving birth to his identical twin,
Turles. Natoru had been the first saiyan to give birth to twins of any kind, it
was an anomaly that had attracted the attention of not only the king, but also
of the general saiyan population. The public’s interest in his wife’s birth had
been merely as a curiosity and their interest had waned before long. However,
the king’s interest in his wife’s condition had been more practical. He wanted
to find out if others who shared Natoru’s bloodline were also blessed with
higher then normal fertility, and in doing so somehow find a way to manipulate
the genes of other saiyan females to enable the saiyan race to multiply at a
higher rate. The king’s interest had also waned once he had learned that
Natoru’s other relatives did not share her ‘gift’.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>Bardock had never forgotten his wife or how
obsessed she had been about allowing her two unborn children a chance to live.
How was she to know that one of their children would turn out to be a monster
and would inevitably become so satiated with bloodlust that he would take the
lives of his brothers? Bardock was sure that if his wife had known what dwelt
within her she would not have given birth.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>If only Kakarot had been sent away as a child
to another planet, if only he his power rating at birth hadn’t been as
promising…
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>Everything might have been different.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>He should have been sent away as a
child – his older brother Raditz had been, and his twin Turles was sent away.
But not Kakarot – he had a promising future on planet Vegeta.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>Kakarotstyle='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>Growing up he had been treated exactly the
same as his other brothers once they had returned to their home world, but he
had shown a far greater ability at fighting then either of them. His dedication
to his training and his natural talent had seen him enter the kings army when
he was barely past puberty, something which had occurred only once before, and
that was with the future king - Prince Vegeta.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>By the time Kakarot was eighteen he had
brutally slain his older brother Raditz in an apparently spontaneous fight.
Kakarot had never bothered to give reason for killing his brother; he hadn’t
shown remorse for slaying him either, if anything he had seemed pleased. Months
later his behavior had become erratic and his moods had changed rapidly, he
started taking purging mission after purging mission until the news that his
brother Turles had left the planet reached his ears.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>It seemed to Bardock now, that it was as
though Kakarot had been waiting for this moment, as if all of his purging
missions had been another way of training for the inevitable fight with the
stronger of his siblings. Indeed, he had chased after his brother like a man
possessed, determined for one reason or another to catch up with his twin.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'> Days
after Kakarot had launched his space pod after his brothers, Bardock had
received news that Turles and another saiyan had been slaughtered on the planet
Aria. Rumors flew around the barracks where Bardock slept and finally it
reached his ears that Turles had been involved with a saiyan male, something
that was common amongst soldiers due to the lack of females. According to the
rumor, Kakarot had also been involved with this male, and when his brother had
taken off with him Kakarot had chased after them and killed them both in a fit
of rage.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>Bardock didn’t know if the rumors were true,
but he doubted it very much. He had his own suspicions about why Kakarot had
killed his brother and they had less to do with lust and more to do with greed.
None knew of this except Bardock and Kakarot, but the day before Turles had
fled the planet, Bardock had announced that his own back pay from countless
numbers of purging missions had come through and that the small fortune that he
had amassed would be splvenlvenly between the twins. It was Bardock’s theory
that Turles had left because he was frightened his brother would kill him and
take his inheritance.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>Now, years later, Kakarot was home again…
A small beep echoed
through the waters, signaling that his healing had been completed. With a
chuckle the shadowy figure outside the healing tank moved forward and pressed a
button on the side of the tank. Moments later the water in the healing tank
drained away, leaving Bardock hanging from the support tubes; naked and
vulnerable.
“Well, well, well.”
Bardock muttered as he heaved himself to his feet and began ripping the tubs
from his body, keeping his eyes firmly off the man in front of him. A foul
taste invaded his mouth as he though of all the horror and shame Kakarot had
put their family through. Bitterly, he finally met his middle-child’s eyes.
“The prodigal son returns at last.”
His son said nothing
and Bardock took a moment to look his son over, noting that the saiyan uniform
his son had once sported had been replaced by clothing that looked uncannily
like something Bulma had once tried to dress him in. Realization dawned on him
as to where his son had been hiding for all these years.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“You’ve ben Ean Earth!”
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>His son laughed again, a rumbling foreboding
sound that had strains of something more dangerous echoing in it. The black
leather pants and tight long sleeved leather shirt were both laced up the
sides, the boots which he wore over his pants ran all the way up to his knees –
the silver buckles on them shaped in the shape of the Saiyajin royal symbol. It
was an outfit that Bardock would never have expected to find his son wearing,
yet somehow it seemed to suit him perfectly. Finally Kakarot stopped laughing.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Extreme head trauma, yet still he remembers
what Earth clothes look like.” Kakarot shook his head and snorted with
laughter. He glanced at his father with amusement, “Yes father, I’ve been on
Earth. I’ve been plundering.”
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Plundering?” Bardock echoed dumbly.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Yes.” Kakarot grinned. “I’ve been looting
and plundering - causing chaos and trouble for both Humans and Saiyajins.” His
son leant forwards sneakily. “Truthfully,” He whispered covertly, “I don’t hold
any allegiance to any Empire anymore.” He straightened again and looked
suddenly thoughtful. “I hunt people for bounties now. I’ve always been good at
killing – I have no remorse, no conscience…”
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“If you have no remorse then why did you
return home when I was injured?” Bardock smirked and stepped out of the tank,
taking the towel his son offered him. He turned around and began drying himself
off, so was unprepared when his son’s hand came down hard on his shoulder.
Kakarot turned him around roughly, an evil light gleaming in his ebony eyes.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>“Merely coincidence, father.” Kakarot smiled
gleefully. “You see, I’ve taken a bounty on your life…”
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Brolly yawned and
rubbed his face with his hands, willing himself not to let the late hour get to
him. Prince Vegeta was making plans for his crowning ceremony and Brolly had
once again found himself assigned guard duty. From the amount of time Vegeta
was taking organizing the ceremony Brolly guessed it would be an intricate
affair, for although the private ceremony itself would only be small, Vegeta
also had to make plans for extra guards to be posted outside of the palace. The
ceremony would be shown to the public via the public broadcast system – the
equivalent of what humans called television.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>The Saiyajin community had taken well to
Vegeta. Support for him as ruler was far greater then it had been for his
father, and while undoubtedly this was because of all the time Vegeta had spent
serving in his father’s armies amongst the low levels, it was also because of
the large support for the princess Zucchini. Despite being an obnoxious and
spoilt Saiyajin female, she was a fierce warrior and her conquests had been
well documented. She was an idol for many Saiyajin females who wished to reach
a fighting ability that had previously been reserved for men – elitists.
While Saiyajins were
not a sexually racist species, females had always been known in their culture
as being the weaker of the sex. It wasn’t because men wanted all the glory of
fighting for themselves, it was just that female bodies couldn’t seem to
support as much power as their male counterparts. Female saiyan warriors had
always been present in society, indeed some of the greatest saiyan warriors had
been women – it was just that their had always been so many more great
male warriors.
Women were more
commonly known as being the more intelligent of the sexes. Women made up the
majority of the teachers, doctors, and scientists on the planet Vegeta.
Nowadays though, women were discontent and research was being conducted into
ways in which women could enhance their fighting ability. Zucchini was up on a
pedestal, and that was just the way the spoilt little princess liked it.
Brolly sighed and
toyed with a lock of hair, boredom getting the better of him. As he played with
his hair a sound echoed down the hallway, sending chills down his spine. He
straightened and his hand fell away from his hair as the sounds continued. They
were the sounds of battle and that meant that somewhere close by, someone was
fighting. A loud crash and the sound of shattering glass pierced the air and
Brolly straightened as he realized the fight was coming from the medical bay.
His curiosity welled as he remembered that Bardock was being kept in the
medical bay.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>Torn between his duty to the prince and his
natural curiosity to see who was disobeying the Prince’s orders and fighting
within the palace, Brolly shifted his weight and bunched his hands into fists.
It was hard to accept but he couldn’t just leave his post merely because of a
scuffle that sounded interesting. He would have to let whoever was fighting
sort it out between themselves, his job was to guard the prince and he would
continue to do just that.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>As he stood guard a muffled scream echoed
down the hallway, followed by the sound of a ki blast…
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style='font-size:10.0pt'>A/N – I’m so so so so sorry that this chapter took
such a long time to write! I intended to have this out by Christmas! But as you
can see, another key player was introduced into the story – Kakarot! That’s
right! We have the evil saiyan Goku running rampant through the castle! Will he
kill his father? You will just have to wait until the next chapter! Mwa ha!
style='font-size:10.0pt'>All complaints about the unfairness of this
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