Rise of the G-Fighters
Lake Superior
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Chapter 3: Badland is Bardock!
A fierce fight with a dead man!
This was insane! Froze couldn't understand how Bardock, the saiyan who had rebelled against Frieza over two decades ago, could still be alive! The textbooks on Arcos said that all but three saiyans were annihilated the meteor that struck Planet Vegeta. Yet here the man was, staring down a whole squadron of Planet Trade soldiers! Apparently none of the soldiers could comprehend it either; all but their commanding officer, who simply stood there with a smirk on his face.
"You call yourself 'Badland' now? How rich! We both know your name is Bardock." The green-skinned leader taunted.
"You seem awfully calm about facing down a ghost." Bardock snarled.
"Oh, please. My unit's been around enough times to know that more than just a few saiyans survived planet Vegeta's destruction. I've encountered- and subsequently killed- about a hundred stragglers." The leader narrowed his eyes, "And you're not going to be an exception."
Tradak, who had been simply left standing about awkwardly as his commander and Bardock exchanged banter, had seemed to have lost his patience.
"Gradol, Sir," Tradak shouted to his commander, "I hate to interrupt, but I would like to get back to kicking this bastard's ass!"
"Kicking MY ass?!" Bardock laughed, "All you did was ruin my cloak!"
"You sonuvabitch!" Tradak screamed as he lunged forward with his ki blade, only further enraged by the saiyan's comment. Bardock dodged to the side again, then took the offensive as he shoved his left elbow into Tradak's back. The soldier's breath caught and he lost his balance for only a moment; but a moment was all Bardock needed to dash around and kick Tradak in the stomach. The red-skinned alien coughed and sputtered again, but that didn't spare him a from the saiyan's follow-up uppercut to the jaw accompanied by cheers from the toads. Instant K.O.
"S-Sir," A small, portly fighter stammered, "The scouters just registered a huge power level spike!"
"I know. I know." Gradol replied in boredom, "You shouldn't rely on scouters so much. They're easily tricked. Still, no matter. A monkey's still a monkey. All forward; attack!"
All the soldiers' auras flared up at once as they prepared to launch a combined attack. Froze could sense their ki and he knew that even at this strength, a low-class warrior like Bardock couldn't withstand that kind of barrage. Now it was his turn to intervene. He released his ki and dashed in front of the undead saiyan as the attack was launched, crossing his arms in front of him to take the brunt of the attack. There was a bright flash and all the toads took cover. When the smoke cleared, the soldiers were astounded to see this newcomer to the fight was still scratch-free.
"You, okay?" Froze asked as he exited his defensive stance and turned to face the saiyan. Bad idea.
Immediately, something seemed to snap in Bardock's brain. His face contorted into pure rage at the sight of Froze. His aura practically exploded outward, slamming everything in a 12-foot radius with a burst of air pressure (Only Froze managing to stay upright). The saiyan's hair flashed between black and gold and rose straight up as if being blown by the wind, his throat unleashing yells and screams that told a history of pain, grief, and anger.
Froze stepped backwards in fear what was happening. What did he do to provoke Bardock in such a way? The answer came in one word. A word Bardock screamed at the top of his lungs as he laid his cold, blue turquoise eyes upon Froze,
"FRIEZA!"
Bardock's attack came before Froze even had a chance to realize what was happening. The transformed saiyan practically teleported behind the Froze and swept the arcosian's legs out from under him. Bardock then delivered another kick that launched Froze straight into the air. In another rapid movement, he entered the disoriented arcosian's trajectory, caught the said being in a body lock, and slammed Froze to the ground with another cry of "FRIEZA!"
Froze couldn't think straight. He hadn't felt such intense pain in a very long time. Was this it? Was he going to die by the hand of a ghost? Mistaken for a tyrant? Bardock loomed over Froze's body and reached out his hand, arming a ki blast. 'Please don't let it end this way' Froze thought as he blacked out.
Kabix had to see what was going on. He managed to lose his parents when a cloud of dust (created by Bardock's air pressure) flooded the main room of the house. He saw the edge of town where a fight was occurring. Was that… Mr. Froze?! He was being beaten up by another guy with gold hair! Based on what his friends from a few towns over had told him, he knew it was Badland. But this wasn't right! Badland and Mr. Froze were both good guys, right? Why were the two of them fighting when the bad guys were getting up?
Then he saw something that truly shocked him. Badlands looked ready to kill Mr. Froze! He was screaming something about "Frieza". Kabix knew what was going on. Badland thought Mr. Froze was Frieza! This was all wrong! He couldn't let this happen! He dashed out screaming and stood between Badland and Froze, body spread out like a living shield.
"STOP! JUST STOP!" The young toad-boy shouted, "Mr. Froze isn't Frieza! He's not Frieza!" Tears ran down the child's face, "You're both good guys! This isn't right! THIS ISN'T RIGHT!"
Kabix's voice appeared to reach Badlands. The man's golden hair settled back to its normal color and state, reason returning to his eyes. The warrior shook his head as he tried to come about his senses. And as they both looked to Froze, they noticed the warrior groan and return to consciousness.
"I… I'm sorry." Badlands apologized as he helped Froze stand back up, "I lost control of myself. I let hatred cloud my judgement…"
"It's okay, Mr. Badland." Kabix replied, wiping tears from his cheeks.
"I forgive you." Was all Froze said as he regained his regular, stoic visage.
Badland smiled at Kabix and the young toad flashed a cheeky grin. The child was actually overjoyed that he had saved both his heroes. But Kabix's thoughts were interrupted as a flash of pain tore through his body. He screamed in agony as he fell to the ground, a pinpoint wound in his stomach.
"Oh, my," Gradol remarked. The green-skinned alien was back on his feet- apparently the only soldier who had regained consciousness- and was blowing a puff of smoke from his fingertip, "I'm SO sorry. I hope I wasn't interrupting anything."
A/N: And so ends Chapter 3! So, mayyyybe I didn't exactly say anything this time around about what Bardock's doing in this time period, buuuut I'll get to that. You know, eventually. Anyway, reader questions!
Q: "Ooh! this is definitely getting exciting! Would you take character requests?" (ShinyShiza)
A: Well, I'm flattered. As for the character requests: Original Character Cameos are a resounding "No." If you have an idea or request about which underrated alien fighters- Bardock, Tapion, etc- should be tossed in as the story progresses, then that's a "Maybe" depending if I can find room for them in the plot.
Also, I have a teensy question about the site. How do I make those little bar things to break up the story when I switch my Third-Person-Limited view? I want to clarify my transition and reduce potential reader confusion. If anyone can tell me, that'd be great.