A/N-hi. For those of you who have read my story stuff before, it's basically the same format. For those of you who haven't, if a whole sentence is in italics it's a thought. And for this series espeically, there will tend to be a lot of blood, swearing, and violence involved. So, just giving you a heads up. Enjoy:

A Period of Disgrace

As Bardock was panting heavily, sweat and blood dripped off his nose onto the ground. He was in a time of civil war. It was every saiyan for himself. Nobody even knew what they were fighting about anymore. Bardock himself had forgotten. But then again, who cared? The saiyans loved battle and a chance for them to openly spar against each other was a begging invitation. Bardock, in rank was a third class soldier. For the time being now, he really was through physical strength. His power was at about 2,500.

So far, he hadn't had a lot of trouble battling. Most of his opponents were rather reckless, or weaker than him. As he was hiding to catch his breath, he heard footsteps approaching him. His scouter started to click to signify that there was something or someone was coming closer. A look of panic spread over Bardock's face. "C'mon, c'mon! Shut up ya stupid little piece of chunk!" Bardock clicked his scouter repeatedly to try to get his opponent from hearing. It was too late, the soldier stood over Bardock with a malicious smile over his face.

"Gotcha." Before the opponent could do anything, Bardock blasted the fellow saiyan in the face and flew up into the air. When he was about fifty feet up, Bardock noticed that his opponent had disappeared. Bardock searched furiously with his eyes to find him. " AHHHH, ngh…" The other saiyan had come up behind Bardock and elbowed him in the back. Then, before Bardock hit the ground, the guy blasted him back up into the air again.

The other warrior stood up in the air watching Bardock struggle with anguish. "Damn I need to get out of here. But how…."

It was then that an idea came to him. Bardock snickered to himself and thought, "yah, that's the perfect attack. This guy's gonna be sorry when I pull this on him. (ALOUD) HEY IDOT! COME OVER HERE AND GET SOME! C'MON YOU COWARD." The opponent snapped into a look of fury and yelled out, "what was that! How dare you talk to me you inferior!"

"Come here and say that to my face asswhole!" The warrior charged down at Bardock. Yes, this was it. Here it comes…he's almost there… NOW. Bardock shot his last beam of energy directly into the warrior's eyes. The warrior was groping on the ground hindered helpless. Here was Bardock's chance. Bardock searched around for anything sharp .

He found an old, rusty- looking sword and grabbed from it. With out hesitation, Bardock impaled the warrior through the torso. Instantly, Bardock's opponent was dead. The saiyan warrior slowly raised himself from the ground. As he walked away, he could not help but feel sympathy and apathy for the corpse at the same time. On the bright side, there was no longer a threat to his life temporarily. On the other hand, one more of his brethren were lost. If only Bardock could remember what had started the whole chain reaction. Dead bodies and smoldering debris filled the air with their thick, vile scents. Broken buildings laid around the horizon as if they were the very things that made the ground of the planet. Infinite nothingness- as how it could be described. Bardock was drenched with sweat. He could feel a pain at his side, usually indicating that there was some blood gushing out.

With reluctance, Bardock removed his armor and looked at the deep red gash. Bardock pulled a small capsule filled with water out of his armor. He poured the contents of it on his wound. After a moment or so, the wound was completely healed excluding the scar mark it left. The water was from a rejuvenation tank- a rare medical treatment nowadays. So much so, that in fact, Bardock had many more injuries and bottles but he would only allow himself to use one bottle on one massive wound. When Bardock stood up with his armor back on, he saw a family person flying through the air. Bardock's scouter clicked and pointed to the direction of the flying body. The scouter read a power level of 1800, sure enough, it was his friend Tora.

Bardock signaled Tora to fly down. This saiyan in particular was rather tall, had regular saiyan armor, short, spiky hair tied in a pony tail, and a rather long face with dominant cheek bones. Tora walked to Bardock with a sober smile. The two had known each other since childhood and they were both glad to see each other alive. "Bardock, old friend, I am glad to see that you're still living."

"Yah…you too Tora. How're hangin? Need any medical supplies?"

"No, I'm fine for now. But I'm hungry."

Bardock sighed. He too was hungry; on the verge of starving. He hadn't eaten anything in three months. He was beginning to reach his limit.

"sorry Tora, I don't have any food. If I did, it'd be in my stomach."

The two saiyans sat discussing their lives ever since the sky first started to glow red…..

FLASH BACK

Planet Vegeta was at the time, industrialized, healthy, and alive. Bardock was having a drink in one of the local deck bars chatting with his friends. His crew ( three other members) were happily sipping down their mugs of beer. Tora was on the left of Bardock. Fasha, a skinny yet muscular woman with a bull hair cut of jet black hair was sitting to the left of Bardock. Shugesh, a barrel chested man, with a bowl hair cut was sitting across from Bardock. There was one more member of the Bardock's team, Borgos, a gentle giant who had died a year ago. As everyone was settled in there place, a squad of soldiers broke down the door and rushed all of the people out of the room.

The bar started to shake as massive energy waves started to hit the walls. Everyone was evacuated out side to safety. The scene that laid before everyone was that of an epic battle long past. The sky gleamed red from fire and the late after noon. Buildings were falling down being reduced to heaps of smoke. From 500 yards away just outside the city, a battle was taking place. It reminded Bardock of a war he had heard of long ago. It happened when saiyans were first becoming literate. Back then, there was no commerce or technology. The saiyans were more primitive than ever. They wore pelts, and had at each other like barbarians. With in about 5 years half of the saiyan race had destroyed them selves. It was known as the period of disgrace. That tragedy had taken place over a thousand years ago.

Now it seemed like it would be repeating itself. Without warning, the group of soldiers turned on the vacated group. In seconds, everyone was fighting someone else. Beams of energy were flying everywhere. It was an intense fight. That day, Shugesh had been bludged to the head and Fasha had taken a beam to the heart. Bardock died that day on the inside. The happy, ruthless glow that flowed through his eyes disappeared. The only thing that took place in his eyes was emptiness. From then on….it had always been running, always been fighting. Was this another period of disgrace? How long would it last? How many people would have to die before others realized what they were doing?

END OF FLASH BACK

Bardock had lost track of the days for sometime now. He knew it had been at least one year.

" Bardock, Bardock! Hello? Anyone in there."

" Bardock abruptly came out of a haze when Tora was shaking him.

"Hey, do you have any medicine I could use? The wound on my leg hurts pretty bad." Tora took off one of his boots to reveal a deep gash that look like it had made its way to the bone. Bardock took out one of his capsules and handed it to Tora.

"Use the whole thing if you have to."

Tora's eyes widened at the sight of the capsule.

"Bardock, is this really 'tank water?"

"Yah. I was able to snag some before it was too late."

"Thank you. Look, I know that you said it would be dangerous for us to be together but….I really think we should team up. It could benefit us, what do you say?"

"I, I don't know Tora. Maybe." The truth was that Bardock had a fear of seeing his friends die. He just couldn't take seeing the life go out of the eyes of the one's he had learned to trust. After all, a living the life of a saiyan is no easy path way to find trust in someone. Usually it was that a person found one to three people he could confide in and that was it. Most of the time, your spouse couldn't be trusted either. The death of Shugesh and Fasha left scars on Bardock's mind. He had eventually learned to cope with the losses. But he wouldn't be able to get over Tora dieing in front of him.

"Look Tora," Bardock hesitated, "I want to be able to team up with you but I don't think it's safe. I just think it's best if we stay alone for awhile. We have a better chance of surviving that way. I know it doesn't make sense, but the odds just seem to help us when we're apart."

" I understand."

"Yah, thanks."

TO BE CONTINUED…………….