From A Distance
This is my first DBZ story, and first story written in awhile. I'm not going to say 'no flames', but please do be kind. This is a Bardock story- he's definitely one of my favorites, and I've always thought he was an interesting character.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z. I wish I did though.
Always one step ahead, always knowing what will happen. Always knowing what has happened, and knowing how it will affect the future. It's not something anyone should want, despite always hearing how nice it'd be to be able to see the future.
In all honesty, it's a pain in the ass- or technically, a pain in the head. Seeing the future only brought bad luck for me. I saw what was going to happen, and that didn't change a damned thing- if it had, I probably wouldn't be from hell right now.
Actually- I lied. When I said that seeing the future only brought bad luck, I mean. What I really meant was the whole idea of trying to go up against Frieza all by myself- yeah, not my best idea yet. It seemed good at the time, but now that I look at it, I see that it was moronic. I should've seen it coming- but I was not going to give up. I've never given up easily.
These psychic powers brought more than bad luck- they brought something else. They made me realize that I couldn't win doing what I was currently doing. And whether it was the psychic powers that made me see that obnoxiously colored planet and my son or just some insanely strange hallucination, I know one thing- my son changed me.
And so, I've always been able to see what's going on with him, from a distance of course. I've never actually been involved in his life, but I swear I can tell anyone who's willing to listen about what he's done. That old man who found him did pretty damn good- although I do find it rather aggravating that Kakarot ended up forgetting everything after he knocked his damn head into a ravine. He toughened up quick, learned quick, and did everything right.
Then Raditz had to jump in. I always knew he was trouble. Brought trouble to the planet where Kakarot had lived his whole life and screwed everything up. Not the future- it was meant to happen- but it screwed Kakarot up, knowing he had a brother and all.
I wasn't surprised when I saw Kakarot getting killed in my mind. Surprisingly enough, considering I knew how Frieza was going to get killed by him. But I'd seen enough of the future to know one thing- he'd be brought back.
Which is why I got my first big surprise in who knows how long when I saw that obnoxiously bright orange outfit with the very distinctive hair. All from a distance, of course. What the hell was he doing in hell? I'd certainly never seen that coming.
And by the time I'd tried to figure out the pros and cons of at least going up to him, he was gone again. Maybe it was for the best that he didn't meet me- I, for one, didn't even take more than a few seconds to see him when I was last alive. He certainly deserved the care that old man gave him.
But somewhere in my mind, I still kind've wish I'd gone to at least see him. To be able to see what he's become, who he's turned out to be.
Because despite all these goddamn visions of what's going to be, I still don't know what the hell my son's like at all. And that's what makes this whole damn thing suck- I have to see my son grow up, all from the distance between hell and earth.
And there's not a goddamn thing I can do about it.
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