Hello, Einstein here again! I've decided to write a more serous fic. It
will be funny at times, because serious fics bore me to death. It's gonna
be about Goku, except he grows up on Frieza's ship! But he is just like the
Goku on earth! Except for the minor fact that he is a scientist and doesn't
like conquering planets. How will his life turn out (wicked awesome if you
ask me)? Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z.
"It's a boy, mam!" cried one of the doctors, holding up a small baby boy with large spiky hair and bright, wondering eyes.
"Oh, he resembles his father! What a wonderful man he will grow up to be! My pride and joy!" said the woman, her eyes sparkling at the miracle of life.
The young boy had spiky hair that looked and was uncombable (meaning it can't be combed or brushed or whatever synonym). His eyes were coal black, but they sparkled with the delight of being brought into the new world. His petite structure was made up for in his above average power level. He had soft, delicate skin that wrapped up around his small body.
"Ah yes, he will be a wonderful fighter, Mrs. Son (I'm pretending Bardock and his wife are married, and Bardock's last name just happens to be Son)."
"Let me take a look" said a gruff voice from the distance. He stood tall with his bulky Saiyan armor loosely attached to his muscular body.
"Hmmm, a high power level, and a petite body that would be fast and agile in a fight. And he's pretty cute, as well." said Bardock, letting the softness creep into his voice. But now he spoke sternly.
"You will not, I REPEAT, you will NOT send my son to some wretched planet. He will stay here and grow up to be a great warrior. You hear me? I believe you've looked over my power level reports. Do you want to mess with this?" said Bardock, glaring coldly at his two "friends", Meloccha and Planthor.
"Um, of course, sir, we won't let anything happen to the baby. But um, we still need to label him so the robots don't automatically assume that he is condemned to death." said Meloccha. He had been a good friend of Bardock's for a long while, but the younger Saiyan still scared him a little.
"Are you saying you're going to LABEL him? What's it going to be, slave?" yelled Bardock. He knew what Meloccha meant, it was just a little odd for someone to say "label" instead of name.
"Oh, of course not Bardock! What do you want to name him was all I meant! Really!" cried Meloccha, holding his hands up in defense. The Saiyan low-levels couldn't actually hurt any of their comrades or fellow people, including scientists, but the law wasn't heavily enforced when it came to scientists. On planet Vegeta, having a big brain would get you killed if you didn't know how to protect it.
"Hmmm, yeah, I guess I can believe you on that one. So, what should I name him. And no, not the usual "out of the book vegetable name" for my son. We want something good. Something DIFFERENT!" screamed Bardock's young and INTELLIGENT wife, Cassandra. It was a law on Planet Vegeta that if a baby wasn't named within 1 hour of birth, the scientists looked in a book of names. However, the awesome inventor of all the named loved vegetables. So, all the names were based on vegetables.
"I did think it was funny when Paragus had to get "Brolli" as the name of his kid. And to the think, that little brat hates the accursed veggie." said Bardock, trying to stifle a laugh.
"HOWEVER, I already have name for my little sweet-pea. Get ready for the best name of the century! The name is…" Cassandra slowly said. The room was silent. Bardock was sweating, his face and neck already damp with his own salty liquid.
"His name will be…"
Don't you just love cliffhangers? The best thing about my cliffhangers is that you think I'm making it way to obvious and think the weirdest prediction possible, when you suddenly find out I suck at surprises! LOL! I think you all know the name, but I had to throw this in just in case someone didn't realize it. Who wouldn't (points to some guy in an asylum)? Goodbye until next time!
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z.
"It's a boy, mam!" cried one of the doctors, holding up a small baby boy with large spiky hair and bright, wondering eyes.
"Oh, he resembles his father! What a wonderful man he will grow up to be! My pride and joy!" said the woman, her eyes sparkling at the miracle of life.
The young boy had spiky hair that looked and was uncombable (meaning it can't be combed or brushed or whatever synonym). His eyes were coal black, but they sparkled with the delight of being brought into the new world. His petite structure was made up for in his above average power level. He had soft, delicate skin that wrapped up around his small body.
"Ah yes, he will be a wonderful fighter, Mrs. Son (I'm pretending Bardock and his wife are married, and Bardock's last name just happens to be Son)."
"Let me take a look" said a gruff voice from the distance. He stood tall with his bulky Saiyan armor loosely attached to his muscular body.
"Hmmm, a high power level, and a petite body that would be fast and agile in a fight. And he's pretty cute, as well." said Bardock, letting the softness creep into his voice. But now he spoke sternly.
"You will not, I REPEAT, you will NOT send my son to some wretched planet. He will stay here and grow up to be a great warrior. You hear me? I believe you've looked over my power level reports. Do you want to mess with this?" said Bardock, glaring coldly at his two "friends", Meloccha and Planthor.
"Um, of course, sir, we won't let anything happen to the baby. But um, we still need to label him so the robots don't automatically assume that he is condemned to death." said Meloccha. He had been a good friend of Bardock's for a long while, but the younger Saiyan still scared him a little.
"Are you saying you're going to LABEL him? What's it going to be, slave?" yelled Bardock. He knew what Meloccha meant, it was just a little odd for someone to say "label" instead of name.
"Oh, of course not Bardock! What do you want to name him was all I meant! Really!" cried Meloccha, holding his hands up in defense. The Saiyan low-levels couldn't actually hurt any of their comrades or fellow people, including scientists, but the law wasn't heavily enforced when it came to scientists. On planet Vegeta, having a big brain would get you killed if you didn't know how to protect it.
"Hmmm, yeah, I guess I can believe you on that one. So, what should I name him. And no, not the usual "out of the book vegetable name" for my son. We want something good. Something DIFFERENT!" screamed Bardock's young and INTELLIGENT wife, Cassandra. It was a law on Planet Vegeta that if a baby wasn't named within 1 hour of birth, the scientists looked in a book of names. However, the awesome inventor of all the named loved vegetables. So, all the names were based on vegetables.
"I did think it was funny when Paragus had to get "Brolli" as the name of his kid. And to the think, that little brat hates the accursed veggie." said Bardock, trying to stifle a laugh.
"HOWEVER, I already have name for my little sweet-pea. Get ready for the best name of the century! The name is…" Cassandra slowly said. The room was silent. Bardock was sweating, his face and neck already damp with his own salty liquid.
"His name will be…"
Don't you just love cliffhangers? The best thing about my cliffhangers is that you think I'm making it way to obvious and think the weirdest prediction possible, when you suddenly find out I suck at surprises! LOL! I think you all know the name, but I had to throw this in just in case someone didn't realize it. Who wouldn't (points to some guy in an asylum)? Goodbye until next time!