Perfect Revenge
Prologue:
On planet Vegeta, a saiyan infant cries out, making its loneliness known to those unaware. The wailing collided with that of another's; the sniveling whelps matched their sobs in unison. It was soon heard by Malaka, whose head began pounding because of the obnoxious racket.
"Two children crying at the same time at the same level of noise. This is just what I need." He said, rubbing his temple in irritation. Planthorr chuckled at his colleague's remark and replied with:
"Those two have the lungs of true saiyan warriors Malaka."
Malaka merely shook his head at the understatement that was made. "Yeah, I doubt it. One of them has the potential surely, but not the other. One of them is Bardock's boy you know, and there's not much to say for a lower class saiyan such as himself. His niece though...might just have a chance." The humanoid scientist grins, which elicited a raised brow from the reptilian doctor. "Both of them will become great warriors Malaka, just you wait." Planthorr reassured.
Malaka wasn't convinced. "What makes you so sure?"
Planthorr looks through the examination window at the two newborn children. "I just have high hopes for these two. That's all...let's see." Planthorr looked at the two infants even closer and stroked his white long beard in deep thought. "Kakarot, and Kale. Remember those names." He says with confidence as the two younglings continue to bawl. Malaka sighs and brings his gaze onto Planthorr. "I'll be able to do so, as soon as they tire down, or someone puts them to sleep!" He complains.
Later, Bardock discovers something extraordinary. "You've got to be kidding!" he shouts. Malaka shakes his head in response. Bardock's heart sunk from this news. His own niece...a power level of over five thousand? And she belongs to his dickhead of a brother. He unconsciously clenches his fists from what he's been told. He was highly confused; he didn't know whether to be proud, or to be scornful. Considering his elder twin just betrayed his entire race and left his kid to fend for itself. The coward ran off after the king sent his men to take him out, and sadly his majesty wasn't successful. The asshole's name is now taboo amongst his culture, and must never be mentioned.
Malaka was becoming slightly nervous from the look the rowdy saiyan gave. He began to sweat, and decided to gain his attention. "Er...your son however isn't so fortunate." Bardock's fiery gaze landed on the cringing reptile. "What do you mean by that?" he said in a bitter tone. He felt like hitting something, he wanted nothing more than to release his anger out on someone or anything really.
Malaka swallowed nervously before replying. "Um, your son's battle strength is only a...two." he finally points out. Of course... his brother's daughter is born an elite while his own brat is like his useless eldest. USELESS! Bardock spat on the ground to show he didn't like the idea of this. He glared out to his now sleeping niece and releases a snarl of hatred. Did his brother even know his whelp had such power? Doubtful.
Just then, a mischievous thought entered his head. He smirked at what he believed would bring pain and torment toward his ungrateful twin for all he's done. It'd be perfect revenge. "Uh, Bardock?" The smirk transformed into a frown, as he turned his head to Malaka. "What?" He snapped, making the poor reptile jump. "Are you...alright?" he asked wearily.
At that question, Bardock's smirk reappeared. "Never been better." He replied.
Certainly nothing could go wrong with this little scheme he's hatched...could it?