Age 747, 4th Season.
Nikal was a fairly happy child at the age of eleven, he had a father, a mother, and a good home environment. He still hadn't unfused, something that perplexed the Doctor and his parents alike, but, being oblivious to this fact, he acted as if he had been born normally just like any other child. The only thing that did perplex him about his own biology was the fact that he seemed much stronger than his father; he later guessed that his father must be holding back because he was so strong, when in reality Nikal was simply more powerful, because of this fact, Taalon had made sure to teach him how to hold back his strength. He went out and played with other children his age, although, for some reason, some of the children tried their hardest to avoid him, the moment he would approach they would back away with either looks of contempt or fear, mostly contempt though. This never bothered Nikal; however, he simply passed it off as children being afraid of his title, after all, he was the heir to one of the higher ranking families in Frieza's empire, what bothered him however, was the teasing. It seemed that not all of the children had respect or fear of his title, they would damage his things, call him names, all the obnoxious and contrived clichés, but the thing that bothered him about it all was that he didn't understand the insults, they would only be whispered, or muttered under a student's breath as he passed, to the point that he couldn't discern the meaning, that all changed on the day of the parade, that day, things got a little bit strange.
His school routine had started like any other day; he went to his classes, he took notes, basic nerd things, and then it was time for break. He found himself a nice little spot to eat and sat down, starting on his sandwich (yes, they have those in space), he managed to get about halfway through eating it before it was pushed forward into his face, covering him in different spices (hey, I don't know what's in it either, it's not my business). He looked up to see a kid standing there with his two standard, well, they were basically minions, goons, comrades, whatever you want to call them, behind him. His name was Polaris (Wow, I am REALLY lazy when it comes to names) and he was your basic run of the mill schoolyard bully, though he clearly didn't know how dangerous bothering Nikal could and WOULD be, because he had made it his daily routine to tease Nikal constantly.
"Look what we've got here, it's the freak."
"Hello, Polaris, what is it this time."
"Your lunch, give it." Nikal handed the sandwich to Polaris. He took one bite before immediately spitting it back out. "What the hell is in this?"
"Well, I'm not really sure, but let me tell you, it wasn't easy to find something that you wouldn't want to take."
Polaris stood there looking at him before saying. "…You think your funny don't you? Well, we'll see how funny it is in a minute." Polaris raised his fist.
"You know, you really aren't that intimidating Polaris. You don't scare him, you can tell that, can't you?" Both Nikal and Polaris looked behind them.
Standing there was a girl, a freakishly tall girl, but still a girl, she looked about 13, though she was actually 11, which was what gave her the appearance of being so tall. Her name was Corvin (Not entirely sure what that's a pun off of, but, you know, it sounds nice), she had recently started helping Nikal with the local bullies that bothered him, which honestly attracted more, but it's the thought that counts.
"What do you want?" Asked Polaris.
"Well, I would like for you to stop being a prick to everyone around you, but I guess just leaving Nikal alone will have to do."
"Oh really, and how exactly are you going to get us to stop?"
Corvin smiled. "I have my ways, but they won't be very pleasant, for you at least." She assumed a fighting stance.
Polaris looked between Nikal and Corvin; he turned to Nikal and said. "You're lucky, I don't hit women, but next time I won't be so nice, you fused freak." And with that, he left. Corvin walked over to Nikal and helped him up as she said. "You're welcome by the way."
"You know Corvin; I think that your attempts to help are attracting more trouble than it's worth."
"Oh be quiet, also, what was that last part he said, about being a fused freak?"
"I have no idea; it's probably nothing, I'll have to ask my father I guess."
"Hmm, okay, well I guess I'll see you at the parade today, see ya." And the she was gone.
Nikal gathered his things before heading home for the day, he had some questions for his father, and he wanted to get to the bottom of this "fused" business, whatever that meant.
It was the day of the annual parade, everyone was attending, and even Lord Frieza was going to be there, so of course school let out early that day, Nikal got home about two hours earlier than normal, so he decided to use this free time to ask his father a question. When he got home, his father Taalon was working on an extension to the house, they had a girl on the way and they needed the extra space, he walked up to him, and said.
"Um…dad… I have a question."
"Okay son, let's hear it."
"Well, it's about what the other kids call me."
"Alright, what do they call you?"
"Well…what does fused mean?"
Taalon dropped his hammer; he looked down at Nikal, his face deadly serious. "They call you what?"
"Fused, what does that mean, they call me some other things but that is the main one."
Taalon sighed; he always knew he would get this question one day. He looked back to Nikal. "Nikal, I knew this day would come, follow me." He turned, set his hammer on a stool, and walked inside. Nikal, somewhat perplexed, followed. He followed Taalon to the back room, a place he had always been banned from entering before; Taalon looked at him, then turned back to the door and opened it.
The room was, to be honest, pretty ordinary. It wasn't filled with anything strange, or had some secret too it, it was simply a room; in it was a desk, two chairs, and a closet. Taalon sat down in the chair next to the desk and gestured for Nikal to sit in the other, once he had done so, Taalon took a deep breath, and started.
"Nikal, let me tell you a story."
"Alright, father."
"The story starts a few years ago, you see, there is a fighting technique, and this technique is called the fusion dance, a few years ago there were two children, they were about to be born when two men attacked the house, they came in and started to destroy the place, then they took aim at the family." Taalon looked to see if Nikal was paying attention; he was sitting as close to him as he could without falling out of his seat. Taalon took another breath before continuing. "They were starting to attack the people when something strange happened. The two children, as they were being born performed the fusion technique and become one being, infinitely stronger than the two men, who were almost instantly defeated. But, although they were supposed to be able to defuse, they never did, this person has lived his whole life up until now not knowing about the fusion, thinking that he was just unnaturally strong, and has been like that for years."
Nikal was at the edge of his seat, completely enthralled in the story. A warrior that was originally two people. The idea was fascinating to him; there was just one question left.
"Father…what was his name?"
Taalon sat there, silent; he took a deep breath, collected his thoughts, and dropped the bomb.
"His name is Nikal, son."
Nikal sat back, unable to say a word. Honestly, it explained a lot, why he was so strong, why the kids called him "Fused", but it still completely turned his world upside down. He sat there for a solid 30 minutes, looking at the floor, and thinking about what he had just been told. Then he looked up to his father, and said, half crying. "Father… what am I?"
Taalon got up from the chair, walked over to Nikal, kneeled down; put his hand on Nikal's shoulder, and said.
"You are my son. Don't ever forget that." And with that, he and Nikal stood there for the next 15 minutes, letting everything go.
Okay, so I'm rewriting the 4th chapter now, sorry this one took so long, but I felt as though I could do better than what I had, Corvin wasn't even in the first draft of the chapter, but I needed her for a later part so I added her in to get you guys familiar, anyway, hopefully you guys liked this chapter, and tell me if it's not long enough, or isn't written very we-well I know it isn't written very well, but if there are any suggestions you guys have, feel free to leave them in a review, until next time, see ya.
