The Story of Bardock
Bardock's Tale
The Prologue
Soft wails were heard from a room, a Saiyan infant was born. His mother judged him almost immediately. Was he a weakling? She wondered that very thing. She simply left him there and exited her cave, waiting at the entrance for her mate. When the tanned male returned she told him that his son was born, he nodded and went to see him. The kid looked pretty weak to him, he judged babies that cried less as weaker ones and babies that crie more as stronger ones for a strange reason. He, Tunnippu, looked to his name, whom was called Bete, and said flatly, "His name is Bardock." She nodded and stared at the deemed weak child. Very soon, he was disowned by both his mother and father, only acknowledged when he wailed. Eventually they chose to shut him up, Tunnippu took a dagger and whispered to his son with a touch of poison in his voice, "Shut up, brat..." Bardock did not understand the words he said nor did he hear the evil in his father's voice, he simply reached out to him and tried to reach for Tunnippu's tail, just to stroke it. He smiled a bit and cried of joy. The older Saiyan snarled. Bardock had hair somewhat like his mother, but hers was a bit longer than he had and he had the skintone of his father. He looked quite like an everyday Saiyan.
The older Saiyan withdrew a dagger which was used for hunting and aimed it at the child, he wondered where he should aim, heart or brain... he wasn't smart enough to know which was more fatal, but he knew that both of them were very fatal. He went for the head. The child moved his head away from the dagger's blade and immediately stopped smiling, feeling pain. Tears welled up in his eyes as he put his hand over the large, bleeding slash that was cut into his skin. He looked at his father and sniffled. Tunnippu picked up his son and held him like a football as he exited his home. Bardock was thrown away, he was thrown into the sand and dust to be forgotten. Being disowned was so much better than being thrown out like garbage to die, he didn't have to die when he was disowned. His father completely ignored the child, he didn't even glance at him. He didn't bother stepping over the child when he was to step over him, rather, he stepped on him. His mother rarely gave him some attention, normally to leave him scrap that is the worst parts of the kill.
Eventually, he taught himself to walk and learned broken English. Soon enough, he killed something to make himself an outfit. He skinned it with his bare hands. He ate the meat and tried to make some sort of knife with some of its bones. He realized that this is life, he can never expect anything to be like how it 'should'. He learned that he must expect pain and suffering in life. He learned. He was but the age of two and suffered like so. During a kill, he saw some figures out in the distance. His kill was dead and he decided to see. He saw they were Saiyans migrating. He went back to his kill to taste the gamey animal and took note that this kind of animal had tough meat. He didn't mind that, though it would be a pain to chew. When he wanted to prove himself to his parents, he returned to the cave he once called home and found that no one was there. He then remembered the sight of the migrating Saiyans. He had no idea where they all went but he tried to find them. When he made it, he found that the homing was so much better and that his parents had a new son. His eagarness disappeared, but he decided to roam the areas, like most feral children did.
What a wonderful..ly bad life that is.