Chapter 9: Impact

Bardock could taste bile rising from his stomach. He was stunned. How could someone like that do damage him? It just wasn't possible. Grasping onto his stomach, Bardock flew into a rage and dashed towards Woolf. Before the fox could even react, a hurricane of punch and kicks slammed into him. Woolf tried to move his arms to block but Bardock's hate filled his fist collided with his face, throwing him backwards.

"Where's that power you just showed, scum," Bardock huffed. The pain from the fox's attack still clung to his organs.

A cloud of rage and disbelief flooded his mind. Woolf coughed blood down to the floor.

"I will never tell you, saiyan ape," Woolf said, smiling as he watched the rage bubble within Bardock. Like a flash of lightning, Bardock shot forward and grabbed hold of the fox's face. He raised Woolf high above his head before flying down directly into the ground. Weakly, Woolf tried to claw and scratch at Bardock's arm.

But he was much too weak.

Woolf's body slammed into the sandy floor, throwing up rocks and sand as a crater formed around both fighters. Deep within the crater, Bardock stood over the barely conscious body of his combatant.

Thank god, he thought, I have no clue how the hell he pulled of an attack as strong as that. He needed to be dealt with.

Bardock lifted Woolf's body up into the air, blood spilling from his back. It pooled in the bottom of the crater, mixing with the dirt. Wounds covered Woolf's body.

"Jesus Christ, you call yourself a warrior," Bardock spat, "You're worthless."

He pulled back his fist and slammed it directly into Woolf's limp body. For a moment, the fox's eyes shot open, a flame of fear dashing past. Bardock smiled. Painfully, Woolf forced his arm into the air, only allowing it to rest when it made contacts with the saiyan. Bardock laughed,

"Is that all you can manage? Really?"

In response, Woolf muttered underneath his breath.

"I-I-Impact…"

Bardock had no time to react. A massive burst of energy exploded from Woolf's palm. It rattled the bone in Bardock's arm, forcing to cry out in pain. Woolf dashed forwards and drove his fist directly into Bardock's face. The punch sent Bardock skidding backwards. He only came to a stop when he slammed into a pile of rock. They stabbed through his armour, causing a array of cuts to form along his back. Bardock's forearm pulsated and screamed in pain. It was incredibly lucky that that attack hadn't broken the tough bone within. Gingerly rising to feet, Bardock coughed up the blood that stuck to the insides of his mouth and throat. He stared down at the quivering fox, his saiyan rage surging and flaming.

"You p-piece of… shit," he weezed. Woolf stared into Bardock's soul. The passion scared him.

"I-Im n-not going to l-let you win," Woolf spat, blood still clinging to the sides of his mouth, "Saiyans like you are monsters."

Taking a step forwards,

"I made a promise. I promise that I would never lose to anyone."

His legs threatened to buckle beneath the weight. Still he walked.

"I WILL NOT LOSE TO YOU! EVER!"

Screaming out in pain, Woolf charged up a blast of ki in his arms. Bardock barely had time to move before a barrage of purple blasts rocketed towards him. They collided with the floor, exploding into a deathly firework. Bardock threw his body out of the way, dodging the attacks on by a hair. Woolf stopped for a moment as his mind threatened to give out on him. Seeing this as his time to strike, Bardock dashed forwards and preparing a kick. Woolf raised his forearm, only barely blocking the full force of the attack. For the next few seconds, they traded explosive blows, neither one wanting to fall before the other. Still, Bardock was still faster. Grabbing hold of Woolf's arm, he pivoted his weight and threw the fox over his back. The ground rushed to meet him and the force created another small crater. Bardock paused for a moment as he waited for the kicked up dust to dissipate. He didn't have to wait for long. Woolf jumped up into the air, pushing away the dust into Bardock's eyes. Bardock shouted out in shock and in pain.

"You piece of shit! Come fight me like a real man!"

Woolf wouldn't fall for the saiyan's taunting.

There's no way I can win this fight if it continues like this, he thought, clutching his bruised and bloodied stomach. Dropping down to the ground, Woolf smiled and began to charge energy around him. A thin aura of purple energy floated around him. He pointed a finger at Bardock's ryething body. The sand clung to his eyes. Bardock desperately tried to sense out any hint of energy that Woolf had made.

But he couldn't.

The anger clouded his mind.

The rage.

Hatred.

Meanwhile, Woolf weakly laughed.

This is it, he thought, If I don't put everything I've got into this, I'm done for.

The purple aura grew and grew, tainting even the sky into a deep, angry purple. Lightning crackled from the edge of his finger. The veins deep within his arm pulsated and grew, sending waves of weak pain through Woolf's weak body. Within a second, the aura disappeared, leaving only the barely conscious fox standing with his finger squared on Bardock. A shark-like smile slide across Woolf's face.

"Bang…"

Bardock screamed out in rage as he threw the sand from his eyes. Finally, he could see clearly and he stared directly at Woolf.

"You pride-less waste of life," Bardock snarled, "You're going to die."

Bardock shot across the sand, dashing towards the fox. Out of the corner of his eye, Bardock saw Woolf mutter something underneath his breath. A wave of purple light erupted from his finger and shot towards Bardock. Before he could react, Bardock was absorbed into the purple light of the devastating attack.

Woolf coughed up even more blood onto the floor as he watched the saiyan be swallowed by his monstrous attack. He felt as the weight in his body shifted, forcing him to the ground. Almost maniacally, Woolf laughed into the floor.

Fuck your damned pride, saiyan, he thought, the smile still plastered to his face. He slowly and painfully began to rise to his feet, wincing as the blood from the wounds on his chest leaked down through his armour.

But he'd won.

That saiyan was no match for the power of Woolf.

No one was.

Balmont looked on with boredom covering his face. There was no reason for him to get excited for a battle that was so one sided. Woolf's reliance on that 'impact technique' was what set the match's victor in stone. Balmont had even learnt that technique once himself but had immediately seen the weaknesses in it. Though it could send back any attack that their opponent threw at them, it was useless.

Woolf would learn that very soon.

As Woolf was mid celebration, his blood ran cold. He stared, his eyes fixed, at where he had thrown his attack. There was no way. He'd put everything he had into that attack.

The saiyan lived

Bardock's armour had been destroyed by blast, causing him endless annoyance. It was very difficult to find any armour of this quality on Earth. The blast, though very flashy, had a lot more bark than it had bite. Bardock smiled as he looked over as his shaking opponent. He hadn't seen fear like that since before he arrived on Earth. It felt good. Taking a step forward, Bardock shouted over,

"Really? That's all you had in you? Useless…"

Woolf desperately tried to get to his feet but the pain still forced him to the floor.

"I'm truly surprised that Frieza would seen people as weak as you after a saiyan."

Bardock crushed Woolf's tail beneath his foot, causing the fox to scream out in pain.

"P-please don't k-kill me," Woolf begged, spit and blood flying from his mouth. Bardock leaned down, only stopping once he was only centimeters away.

"No."

Bardock raised his foot high up into the air before bringing it down. It easily broke through the armour surrounding Woolf's back, cracking his ribcage and puncturing the skin. Blood spilled out of the hole as Woolf screamed out in pain. Blood quickly filled his lungs, turning his screams into only garbled, watery cries. Bardock smiled enjoying every moment of the fox's final moments.

"Don't ever fuck with the saiyans. And never insult a saiyans pride."

Bloody tears flowed from Woolf's eyes as the last remnants of life spilled from his body. The crimson juice erupted onto Bardock's chest, covering what little armour he still had in blood. This annoyed Bardock immensely. Not only was his armour ruined, now he'd have to wash that bastard's blood from his body.

Balmont shut his eyes as Bardock finally finished off his companion. He never liked the sight of all that blood and brutality. It was barbaric. Balmont felt something deep within his chest that he hadn't felt since he was a boy. Rage.

And once again, Bardock caused that damned rage. Balmont couldn't hold back his fury any longer. Removing the scouter from his face, he stepped forwards and said casually,

"Your next opponent will be me, Bardock."

Fear dashed through Kami's chest. He had been following the intense battle that was going on between Bardock and those invaders. It was disgusting. They all fought with such brutality that Kami had never seen. It made him want to throw up. But there was something about their leader. Kami sensed something deep within him that chilled the god's heart. A power. A power nothing like that he'd ever felt.

There was no way Bardock could defeat him. As much as it pained Kami to think it, Bardock would need his help. He stared off into the sky for a time, thinking about the saiyan and his boy. Sighing, Kami came to a conclusion. Floating up into the air, Kami prepared to enter the heat of battle.

Let's just hope I can turn the tides slightly, he thought, his heart almost beating out of his chest. But first, he had to make a stop.

Bardock was shocked. Almost out of nowhere, the tall wolf rose to his feet and issued a challenge to the saiyan.

"You sure you don't want to wait your turn, mutt," Bardock scoffed. Balmont stepped forwards and stood in front of Bardock,

"I will not allow you or your son to kill any more of my men, monster."

"A mercenary with a heart? How the hell aren't you dead yet," Bardock laughed. Balmont brought both his arms up, preparing to get into his fighting stance,

"Because I'm the strongest."

Kakarot awoke to the taste of blood tainting his mouth. Moving to the side, he threw up red bile onto the ground next to him. All of his body ached. His muscles burned and the shattered bone within his arm pulsated with a deadly heat. As he tried to get up, pain shot through out his body, forcing him to scream out in pain. After a few more failed attempts, the young saiyan rose to his feet, vomiting more blood on the way up. The blood surrounding his eye had hardened, forcing his eye shut. Even without the use of both his eyes, Kakarot could still see what his father was up against. Though Kakarot couldn't sense ki like his father, even he could see there was something wrong with this guy. There was no way Bardock could beat him. For a moment, Kakarot felt a ping of empathy for his father.

But it only lasted a moment.

Then he erupted into manic laughter.

Take that, old man, he muttered to himself, I hope you feel the pain that I felt, you piece of shit.

Still laughing, Kakarot weakly floated up into the air, before dashing off back to their makeshift camp.

"I hope you suffer, Dad."

Hello again, it's me. Here's another chapter to continue the story of Bardock and his little jerk of a son, Kakarot. Here's some more power levels…

Bardock: 16,000

Woolf: 9,000

Woolf (Bang Attack): 15,000

Not much really else to say today.

-mAskMaN09