Prologue
It was dark, raining and cold. Lights shined through the windows in the back and through the front seat windows. The little boy in back was sitting in the center seat, barely able to keep awake. His mother turned around to smile at him. The boy's eyes closed and he fell asleep.
The next thing he knew was that he heard a crashing sound right in front of him, and he heard a car horn and beeping, and the sound of glass braking. He opened his eyes to see a horrible sight. His mother and father were knocked out and a car's front wheels were through the glass of the wind- shield. Shards of glass were covering their bodies and the car horn was activated by his father's weight on the steering wheel. Screaming, the boy unbuckled himself from the seat and stood up in the car and tried to shake his parents awake. The car was hit in the left side and the boy went flying to the floor. He hit his head and was instantly knocked out.
The next morning, a little boy with a tail was watching Saturday morning cartoons upside-down. Hamutaro was on TV Tokyo and the boy was singing to the ending theme song.
"Yaa yaa yaa yaa yaa, mou ieru! Pachigaerainde ne! Yaa yaa yaa yaa yaa, Let's try again! Minna de mou ichido!" His father walked in the room and scowled when he saw what his son was watching.
"Kakorrotto, I can't believe you watch this garbage." His son looked up at him and grinned. The song ended and the boy got up and ran around his father and up the stairs to his room. The door slammed shut. Then opened again and shut harder. Then opened again. "Kakarrotto!" Upstairs, Kakarrotto giggled and shut the door quietly. The father shook his head and walked over to the couch and sat down. He took the remote and changed the channel to ZTV. His wife walked downstairs and walked into the kitchen in her bathrobe. Her long black hair was a mess. He grinned. "Where have you been?" She walked back to look at him with big onyx eyes.
"Where did you think I was?" She walked back into the kitchen to make breakfast for her family. Bardock looked down and smiled then looked at the television to see the news.
". . . and on a more local matter, last night, at approximately 1:35 am, there was serious car-crash on the intersection of Kakera-ii and Shinu- chou. Four vehicles collided with one another and. . ." The news announcer continued talking about the accident as the screen showed a sky view of the crash. There were four cars all mashed up into each other, one was blue, another red, a black one, and a yellow one.
"Hmm," Bardock thought to himself, "young, drunk kids, right?" He sipped his and continued watching. The screen went back to the announcer.
"Five men, one woman, and a child were in the wreck. Two of the men, who were in the same vehicle, were drunk and driving. Another man was driving with the woman and child, and they are in critical condition and are receiving the best of care at the Genki-byouin (Genki Hospital)."
"Poor kid," he thought. He took another sip of his tea and set the mug on the table in front of him. He really didn't care about people getting killed and all, it happens everyday, but children getting hurt were different. He sighed and folded his hands. The announcer continued talking on and on about the crash. Then he began telling the license plate numbers. "Leave these poor people alone," he thought. Then he saw the license plates on the television screen. His eyes opened wide. "Vejita?!" He stood up and yelled to his wife.
"Sakura! Get in here, now!" She walked into the room with a cup of tea in her hands, which she was blowing on. "Sakura, isn't that. . ?" Sakura turned to the television and read it over. She stopped blowing and stared at the license plate.
". . . That's. That's Kabocha and Vejita's license number!"
"Damn." He ran to the door and got on his shoes.
"Where are you going?" she asked. Bardock glanced at her.
"The Genki-byouin," he said. He was more than worried about his friends, but also about his son. His son. . . "Kakarrotto! Get dressed, now! We're going to the hospital!"
"Hai, 'Tousan!" Five minutes later the small saiyajin ran down the stairs and to the door. He put his shoes on and he and his father took off. It only took about ten minutes to get to the Genki-byouin, but it seemed longer to Bardock than that. However, Kakarrotto just listened to the radio, completely carefree. When they got there, Bardock took Kakarrotto by the hand and practically dragged him all the way to the hospital desk. There was a girl sitting there filing papers. She looked up at Bardock.
"Yes, how may I help you?"
"There were a couple of people brought in from the accident last night, right?" She nodded her head. "Can you tell me what room they're in?" She pointed down a hallway to her right.
"Go that way and to the right. It's room 132."
"Arigatou!" He drug his son along behind him as he almost ran down the hall.
Next to the room #132 sat a little boy in a chair. His head was in bandages and he had a few cuts here and there. He was pinching and yanking his tail in his hands, trying to hurt himself, and was whimpering silently. Inside the room, he heard loud voices and beeping. It scared him. He heard foot- steps running down the hall, but he didn't look up.
"Vejita!" Then the boy looked up and saw his best friend and his father running down the hall to him. He sniffed and wiped tears off his face and then stood up.
"Kakarrotto? Bardock-san?" He looked up at the father and then at the son. He was still twisting his tail in his hands.
"What's wrong, Vejita?" Kakarrotto asked, not knowing of the crash. Bardock looked at his son and sighed.
"He's had a rough night, Kako. . ." He knelt in front of the young Vejita and ran his hand threw the boy's hair. "His parents were hurt badly and are being taken care of. It's an emergency." Kakarrotto's eyes widened.
"An emergency?!" he was shocked. "What happened?!"
"Now is not the time, Kakarrotto," his father told him. Kakarrotto watched his friend's face sadden even worse and this mad him sad.
"Vejita," he said as he leaned over and hugged his friend. Vejita excepted the hug and began to cry again. Suddenly everything in the other room went silent, except for a long beep. Then more yelling was heard and there was another long beep.
A few days later, Vejita and Kakarrotto stood near two graves. Vejita was in a little black tuxedo and Kakarrotto was too. He held Vejita's shoulders as he looked down at his parents' graves. Vejita was whimpering, tears were falling down his cheeks. He threw his head back and screamed, "Okaasan! Otousan! Don't go!" He fell to his knees as more tears fell from his eyes. Kakarrotto looked down at his friend. "He must be so sad," he thought. He bent down and hugged Vejita from behind. Vejita buried his face in his hands. Kakarrotto sighed and said softly, "Gomen nasai, Vejita."
It was dark, raining and cold. Lights shined through the windows in the back and through the front seat windows. The little boy in back was sitting in the center seat, barely able to keep awake. His mother turned around to smile at him. The boy's eyes closed and he fell asleep.
The next thing he knew was that he heard a crashing sound right in front of him, and he heard a car horn and beeping, and the sound of glass braking. He opened his eyes to see a horrible sight. His mother and father were knocked out and a car's front wheels were through the glass of the wind- shield. Shards of glass were covering their bodies and the car horn was activated by his father's weight on the steering wheel. Screaming, the boy unbuckled himself from the seat and stood up in the car and tried to shake his parents awake. The car was hit in the left side and the boy went flying to the floor. He hit his head and was instantly knocked out.
The next morning, a little boy with a tail was watching Saturday morning cartoons upside-down. Hamutaro was on TV Tokyo and the boy was singing to the ending theme song.
"Yaa yaa yaa yaa yaa, mou ieru! Pachigaerainde ne! Yaa yaa yaa yaa yaa, Let's try again! Minna de mou ichido!" His father walked in the room and scowled when he saw what his son was watching.
"Kakorrotto, I can't believe you watch this garbage." His son looked up at him and grinned. The song ended and the boy got up and ran around his father and up the stairs to his room. The door slammed shut. Then opened again and shut harder. Then opened again. "Kakarrotto!" Upstairs, Kakarrotto giggled and shut the door quietly. The father shook his head and walked over to the couch and sat down. He took the remote and changed the channel to ZTV. His wife walked downstairs and walked into the kitchen in her bathrobe. Her long black hair was a mess. He grinned. "Where have you been?" She walked back to look at him with big onyx eyes.
"Where did you think I was?" She walked back into the kitchen to make breakfast for her family. Bardock looked down and smiled then looked at the television to see the news.
". . . and on a more local matter, last night, at approximately 1:35 am, there was serious car-crash on the intersection of Kakera-ii and Shinu- chou. Four vehicles collided with one another and. . ." The news announcer continued talking about the accident as the screen showed a sky view of the crash. There were four cars all mashed up into each other, one was blue, another red, a black one, and a yellow one.
"Hmm," Bardock thought to himself, "young, drunk kids, right?" He sipped his and continued watching. The screen went back to the announcer.
"Five men, one woman, and a child were in the wreck. Two of the men, who were in the same vehicle, were drunk and driving. Another man was driving with the woman and child, and they are in critical condition and are receiving the best of care at the Genki-byouin (Genki Hospital)."
"Poor kid," he thought. He took another sip of his tea and set the mug on the table in front of him. He really didn't care about people getting killed and all, it happens everyday, but children getting hurt were different. He sighed and folded his hands. The announcer continued talking on and on about the crash. Then he began telling the license plate numbers. "Leave these poor people alone," he thought. Then he saw the license plates on the television screen. His eyes opened wide. "Vejita?!" He stood up and yelled to his wife.
"Sakura! Get in here, now!" She walked into the room with a cup of tea in her hands, which she was blowing on. "Sakura, isn't that. . ?" Sakura turned to the television and read it over. She stopped blowing and stared at the license plate.
". . . That's. That's Kabocha and Vejita's license number!"
"Damn." He ran to the door and got on his shoes.
"Where are you going?" she asked. Bardock glanced at her.
"The Genki-byouin," he said. He was more than worried about his friends, but also about his son. His son. . . "Kakarrotto! Get dressed, now! We're going to the hospital!"
"Hai, 'Tousan!" Five minutes later the small saiyajin ran down the stairs and to the door. He put his shoes on and he and his father took off. It only took about ten minutes to get to the Genki-byouin, but it seemed longer to Bardock than that. However, Kakarrotto just listened to the radio, completely carefree. When they got there, Bardock took Kakarrotto by the hand and practically dragged him all the way to the hospital desk. There was a girl sitting there filing papers. She looked up at Bardock.
"Yes, how may I help you?"
"There were a couple of people brought in from the accident last night, right?" She nodded her head. "Can you tell me what room they're in?" She pointed down a hallway to her right.
"Go that way and to the right. It's room 132."
"Arigatou!" He drug his son along behind him as he almost ran down the hall.
Next to the room #132 sat a little boy in a chair. His head was in bandages and he had a few cuts here and there. He was pinching and yanking his tail in his hands, trying to hurt himself, and was whimpering silently. Inside the room, he heard loud voices and beeping. It scared him. He heard foot- steps running down the hall, but he didn't look up.
"Vejita!" Then the boy looked up and saw his best friend and his father running down the hall to him. He sniffed and wiped tears off his face and then stood up.
"Kakarrotto? Bardock-san?" He looked up at the father and then at the son. He was still twisting his tail in his hands.
"What's wrong, Vejita?" Kakarrotto asked, not knowing of the crash. Bardock looked at his son and sighed.
"He's had a rough night, Kako. . ." He knelt in front of the young Vejita and ran his hand threw the boy's hair. "His parents were hurt badly and are being taken care of. It's an emergency." Kakarrotto's eyes widened.
"An emergency?!" he was shocked. "What happened?!"
"Now is not the time, Kakarrotto," his father told him. Kakarrotto watched his friend's face sadden even worse and this mad him sad.
"Vejita," he said as he leaned over and hugged his friend. Vejita excepted the hug and began to cry again. Suddenly everything in the other room went silent, except for a long beep. Then more yelling was heard and there was another long beep.
A few days later, Vejita and Kakarrotto stood near two graves. Vejita was in a little black tuxedo and Kakarrotto was too. He held Vejita's shoulders as he looked down at his parents' graves. Vejita was whimpering, tears were falling down his cheeks. He threw his head back and screamed, "Okaasan! Otousan! Don't go!" He fell to his knees as more tears fell from his eyes. Kakarrotto looked down at his friend. "He must be so sad," he thought. He bent down and hugged Vejita from behind. Vejita buried his face in his hands. Kakarrotto sighed and said softly, "Gomen nasai, Vejita."
