Disclaimer: I don't Dragonball Z or its charaters.
Description: After being sent away by his father, Tarble grows up alone on a strange planet. Brolly was exiled from birth from his power. Barely surviving the attempted murder and destruction of plant Vegeta he grow up roaming the universe with his abusive father who he had saved as an infant. What happens when the two met? What will happen when Paragus finds out about the two?
Author's Note: I notice no one has done a fan-fic for this pairing yet and wanted to give a shot at it so that there is at least one story for it. The more review for this, the faster I write since I know people are reading it. No Flamers thanks.
Chapter One: One Cold Night
The night was surprisingly clear on the planet. Tarble looked up at the stars and smiled faintly. At his side a crudely put together robot. The ten year old sighed to himself softly. Three years ago he'd been dropped off on this planet that was half forest and half ruins of a dead civilization that once lived there. Giving him the materials needed to build himself a friend; someone to talk too and would talk back to him. He felt like he was going insane, but then how could he not when all that was around him was nature; life and ruins; death.
"Well Be'atrix, looks like we can camp out under the stars tonight." He said to the robot who only gave a single beep in reply. He didn't think it was odd that he named the robot with a girl's name since he was the only one there. He had to learn to do everything for himself. The only thing he couldn't make go away was the pain in his heart about being casted away. His older twin brother was a confident and capable fighter while he, well, he wasn't a fighter at all. He didn't like to hurt others but he did have talent, with making things, like the robot that followed him.
"Oh don't be like that Be'atrix...it'll be fun, I can point out all the constellations I know and tell you their back stories of how they got their names" he said with a hallow laugh as the robot gave several short beeps. It wasn't words but they had their system of communication worked out. "I know we agreed not to sleep outside of the base but we can't see the stars from inside the base." He said. The robot reached out with its crude arm with the 3 digit-hand like claw and started to tug the boy away from the spot in the hill that gave view up to the heavens. The boy sighed as he let himself be dragged away from the spot. He looked over his one last time at it, longingly wishing that he could have stayed longer at that magical spot.
Be'atrix only let go of the boy once they got to the steel door that lead down to the some sort of underground bunker or basement that someone had once owned. Once inside the boy crawled over the small padded area to curl up on himself. He didn't have a blanket to keep warm with and he couldn't light a fire for heat in the enclosed space, so it was all he could do to keep himself warm in the middle of the night when the temperatures dropped to near freezing.
Brolly growled at the man standing before him. His cheek stung from where he had been punched for eating while his father was still eating. Though most of the time there wasn't anything left of the meal that he could eat when his father had finished. He glared up at the man. He did most of the fighting, the killing and had little to show from it. Since as long as he could remember, he never warn a shirt since his father never allowed for him to wear any; forcing him to show off the ugly red-ish pick scare on his ribs and stomach. He was un-naturally thin, practically skin and bones, sunken eyes and hallowed cheeks, giving him almost a submissive look to him even though the intensity in his eyes show any signs of the dominance and power that laid in his soul. If he wasn't scared of being alone in the universe at the age of seven, he would have killed the man himself by not for that punch. He grabbed another apple from the table and walked away from his father. He was already in hot water with the man, so what did it matter if he took another apple from the feast before his father.
He took to the sky heading straight up and into space as a shield gave up around him protecting him from the cold vaccum of space. He didn't know where he would go but somewhere far enough away his father wouldn't find him right away but still close enough to know what his father was up to. After about an hour of flight he came across a small planet that looked like it had seen better days. It held battle scars over its surface and it looks like the planet was in a state of recovery, trying to heal itself from that battle. He headed for it landing on a hill that was free of trees.
A smile broke over his face as he took a bite of the apple. As he was chewing he noticed tracks that came to where he was standing then lead towards one of the scared spots he'd seen. He fallowed the tracks as he ate coming up to a large steel door. As silently as he could he opened it going inside leaving the door open for light. The cool damp air greeted him as he walked down the stairs. It took his eyes a moment to adjust to the dimness inside the somewhat large room. He noticed a smaller boy than him laying on a thin pile of pulled dead grass shivering in his sleep.
Brolly blinked, watching as the boy curled up into a tighter ball. He himself was starting to feel chilled from the room, he didn't know how long the boy had been here alone, freezing. He quietly walked over to the other kneeling beside him before laying beside him. At first he didn't know what to do; if he should reach out and pull the boy to him of just lay with him. Before he knew it, he had slipped and arm around the boy's narrow, small hips. After a few seconds the boys rolled over in Brolly's embrace and cuddled into him, fitting against his side perfectly. It was soothing and felt right to hold the smaller boy like that. Brolly let a smile cross his features, as almost instantly the smaller boy stopped shaking.
"Sukidooshi..." Tarble breathed out as he cuddled into the warmth that was holding him. Brolly blinked looking at the boy. After a moment of watching the face of the sleeping boy; he laid his head back letting himself join the other in dream land.
T.B.C.
Author's note: Sukidooshi is the Japanese translation of the word, soul-mate.