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They're Useless

"Useless! They're both useless!"

"Useless? Useless?! That is our son you're talking about! Not to mention Bardock's kid!"

"Have you seen their power levels?! 2 and 3! 2 AND 3 for Christ's sake, and our son the weaker of the two! At this rate, they won't amount to much!"

"How dare you! How dare you talk about our son this way! Don't you even care about him?! He's barely 9 months old. I CERTAINLY don't care if his power level is so low!"

"Rosicheena, don't contradict me! I am the boy's father. I get to chose what happens to him!"

"And I'm his mother! I carried him around for 9 MONTHS. How about this: Why don't you take a bag filled with 40 pounds of rocks, tie it to your stomach, and carry it around for 266 days?! Then we'll see if you care how powerful he is!"

"Rosicheena…"

"Don't you even care?! He's just a baby. OUR baby. And you want to ship him off to some God-awful backwoods planet to die…!" Her words were cut off with a sob.

"Rosicheena…I don't care. I CAN'T care. If we are to survive as a race, we have to dispose of the weak. You're clinging to the old ways."

"The old ways when the Saiyans were happy!"

"But poor and weak."

"Is that all that matters to you? Your money? Your strength? You can take your wealth and power and shove it! I'll take my son! Celipa and Bardock and I will take care of them!"

King Vegeta grabbed her wrist. "Don't you dare. I will kill you before you undermine my authority. What do you think this will spur among the people? Rebellion. If I can't control my wife, I can't control them!"

"CONTROL me?! I'm your concubine now? Your servant? I am the Queen! I have as much authority as you do!"

"You are a worthless female my father forced me to marry because you are strong and would have strong progeny!" He grabbed her other wrist and brought his face close to hers. "But you've lost touch with your strength. And your son is weak because of it. Therefore…" He paused with malice. "Neither of you are any use to me anymore." He shoved her to the floor and stood over her. "He's leaving. He and Bardock's whelp WILL leave this planet as soon as possible. And I'll send you to Hell before you stop me."

He turned and left the hallway, leaving his wife crumpled on the floor, weeping.

"You're letting him send my baby to a planet…alone?"

"With the prince."

"Two infants. So what?!"

"Celipa…"

"Bardock, Kakarot is our son. He's a month old! His power level may or may not be 3, but all he needs to get stronger is to be trained…by you!"

"I tried to tell that to the King," Bardock said bitterly. "He wouldn't have any of it. Said some crap about authority and rebellion and practically drop-kicked me out the door."

"I'll go to him myself. I'll show him what a Saiyan mother can do!" She went for the door.

Bardock grabbed her arm. "Celipa, you can't."

"Why not?!"

"Because…he'll kill us."

Celipa wrenched her arm free. "What?"

"I told him that I'd take the boys…and he said he'd destroy us. Every last trace of our family will be killed. You, me, Radditz, Kakarotto, Turles, hell, even your sister, Kiwa! Anyone bearing your or my last name will be annihilated!"

Celipa's fist clenched. "I'll make him pay. One way or another, I'll make him pay!"

Bardock went for the door. "I have to go to the Shipment Station,"

"He's making you send our own SON off? Can he BE more heartless?!" Celipa turned away and shut her eyes.

"I'm going to program the ship so it lands somewhere safe for them. With someone who can handle Saiyan boys."

"Th-thank you," Celipa whispered. "Tell Kakarot that we…we'll miss him, OK?"

"…I will."

Bardock opened the door and walked away.

"This is it, squirts," Bardock said. He was carrying two infants under his left arm. One infant had a nametag on his arm, but the other didn't.

Bardock walked over to a space pod and pressed a few buttons. The door opened, and he deposited the infants in. One let up a wail, and the other looked ready to.

Bardock furiously shut the door and pressed in the coordinates for the planet and exact location. His long-ranged scouter had found a man strong enough to take care of the two. All the ship had to do was not malfunction.

He'd said his good-byes and fulfilled his promise to Celipa. He went to the wall and pressed a button. A round hole opened. The ship was mechanically moved out the opening and shot off into space.

Son Gohan, an ex-fighter, was traveling through the ankle-deep snow on his way back to his house.

He felt two small chi coming at him. He quickly jumped out of the way as a space pod landed twenty feet from where he had just stood.

He rushed over as the door to the pod opened. Both infants inside were crying.

"Dear God!" he exclaimed, reaching inside and grabbing a tail. Instantly, the one who owned the tail screeched. Gohan jumped back as the screech lowered into a wail.

"Who would send infants out here?" he wandered out loud. "And in such a strange vehicle!" He went forward and banged on the space pod.

The infants had ceased crying. One remained dry-eyed and the other was sniffling.

Gohan caught sight of the nametag, and he took its owner's arm and read the tag. "Vegeta, huh?" he said, lowering the arm. He looked for the other's nametag, but found none.

"Vegeta and Anonymous," Gohan said. He removed his cloak and carefully wrapped it around the babies, then brought them out and huddled them to his chest. Leaving the space pod where it was, he took the two infants, who had now fallen asleep, and continued towards his house.

"What should I name Anonymous?" he wondered out loud to himself. He tried several names in his head and dismissed each one. Finally, he settled on one.

"Goku, after Father," Gohan said. "Vegeta and Goku. Goku and Vegeta. Nice ring to it."

He bore on to his house, toting the babies.

I hope no one thinks the Saiyans were OOC. The Bardock Special was kinda vague with everyone's personalities.

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