Fatherhood

Blurb: A Saiyan has been brought back to life…the first thing that catches his eye is a cliché baby in the basket…

NB: There may be some OOC-ness, mainly for the sake of humour…

Disclaimer: I do not own DragonBallZ, nor did I have anything to do with its creation, and all content referring to DragonBallZ belongs to Akira Toriyama and all known Copyright holders. Also any characters that do not appear in the original DragonBallZ have nothing to do with the anime, and strictly appear for the purpose of this story.

Chapter: 1

The Last Thing I Remember

"Ha-ha-ha-ha! No matter how much power you absorb from those idiots, it won't be enough to kill me!" he barked, drawing a fist back in a ferocious manner and promptly powering up yet again. It was amazing just how much power he held and could call forth…was it true that he held limitless power within him, ready to call forth at his will…they would have to see.

"Heh, we'll see about that…" the smaller Super Saiyan retorted, "you'll never really know for sure, until I try," his golden aura blazing about him, pulsing in a rhythmic fashion, having grown a little with whatever source he had found at this dire moment. It was weird, the larger being thought, the puny creature had been on his last threads, and was now back, in what appeared to be, full-force.

Meanwhile, the nearing comet was drawing ever closer on its head on collision with the planet the two were duelling on. The life-bearing rock, scarred with its destroyed civilisation and barren lands, continued on its unsuspecting orbit, its outer layer the first to make contact with the cruel surface of the comet. On the surface level of this doomed planet, the very ground itself began to crumble, chunks ripping away as they were chipped off by the collision-induced earthquake, which rippled its way through. All the while as the large rocks and debris continued to fly about and erupt from the ground itself, the Saiyans faced off against each other, their golden auras continuing to pulse about them, then the biggest of the two charged forth, the rising pieces of earth giving him a little more of a lift.

The smaller one looked on, waiting for an appropriate moment to meet this challenge, as he allowed himself to be raised into the air ever so slightly, by the same forces the collision had created. Both drew closer to each other, letting out growls of determination; the larger Saiyan drew back a fist, preparing to launch punch into the shorter being, then drew back the other one, seemingly to decide on a double attack. The shorter man drew back their own fist, preparing an attack of their own.

"Now the real fight begins," he snarled, drawing closer so that he was within range of both of their attacks. Taking advantage of the bigger mans wide opening, he drove his fist into their gut, and twisted the blow upon impact, letting out a prolonged bestial growl in his determination to end this.

The larger Saiyan froze, his eyes widening in surprise as his mind sent him back many years ago, back into the incubator he had been placed in at the time of his birth. He remembered the sounds of a fellow newborn crying in the one directly next to his, crying non-stop, which had in turn caused him to cry…many possibilities clouding the reasons…not even he was sure of it now…

"I am not gonna let…you get away with this!" the shorter one cried, the words strained with the force of the blow he was landing, powered by the energy he had mustered up to this point. His small fist broke through the others flesh, continuing on in an arc, the force sending the larger of the two back, their flesh beginning to rip apart as the energy within finally had an outlet causing them to implode.

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At least that's how he remembered it had ended…since he didn't exactly remember much after that…other than getting judged and sent to some kind of place of eternal damnation…but he wasn't even sure if that was what had really happened, since he couldn't exactly sense himself…as in his body, nor that tremendous power he had brewing within him…the power of the Legendary Super Saiyan, born every one thousand years, according to Saiyan lore and history.

The man looked about himself, the strands of his mid-length black hair running along his bare back…something wasn't right…if he was dead, which he was sure he had been since he remembered nothing after that last attack…then where was he now, since he was sure he had ended up in some kind of Hell…which seemed more like a resort, but he couldn't care less, there were more important things to think about right now. A light wind blew, brushing the strands of hair that fell over his forehead into his eyes. The man raised a hand to push the strands back, but paused as it came into contact with his brow…he frowned, something was amiss. He brought up his other hand and proceeded to investigate, trying to see if he had missed something, then something else struck him, 'I have…my mind's not clouded anymore…?' the wondering thought popped in. His eyes widened in revelation, of course, the power-suppressing headband had been blown off during his ascension, no wonder it wasn't there anymore…strange…it really hadn't registered that the item had been destroyed, oh well, at least he wasn't a mindless puppet anymore.

Hmm…now to think about where he was…'Wherever here was exactly…' his mind continued, while he began to ponder his whereabouts, a hand cupping his chin in thought. A sudden sniffle, or rather restless sound, caught his attention and his eyes snapped downwards, his brow furrowing in curiosity as he took in the thing that had interrupted his train of thought in such a manner. The frowned deepened, as he crouched down, the hand still cupping his chin, while the other had taken up position on his waist.

Before him was a basket, made of woven twine and rectangular in shape. It was pretty bland, and had a standard handle, made of the same substance, which connected both sides across the foot-large width. The basket was lined with a few layers of blankets, draped atop an evidently comfortable pillow. What had caught the Saiyans attention, however, was the little creature that was bundled up inside it, snugly wrapped up in a soft blue, knitted wool blanket. He raised an eyebrow at the sleeping form, as he leaned in to take a closer look – it was a little difficult to make out what it was wearing, but from what he could see, it appeared to be wearing a white shirt on its upper body, and a yellow hat encasing its head, wisps of black hair poking their way out from under the brim. Its head was turned to the side, deep in its slumber, a small, lightly curled fist resting against its miniscule mouth.

The man considered this scene for a moment, seeming to lose himself in the peacefulness the thing was absorbed in, when something caught his eye…a rather mysterious-looking piece of paper that was pinned, in an inconspicuous manner, to the blanket the sleeping creature was wrapped in. Quirking the eyebrow yet again, he reached out and removed the note as gently as he could, for he did not wish to face the wrath of the bearer…'If it is something worth fearing…' he thought, then paused, eyes darting quickly, as the creature stirred yet again, 'but it's best not to find out,' He opened the folded piece of paper and allowed his eyes to quickly scan it…he frowned and passed his eyes over the words again, this time reading them…the frown deepened and he passed his eyes over the words yet again, reading each one separately, taking into account their meaning…then moments passed.