A/N: (LOTS OF STUFF TO BE SAID HERE, IT'S IMPORTANT IF YOU GIVE A SHIT BUT IF NOT ENJOY THIS CHAPTER!) After much thought, I have decided to end this sequel with a completion of the Goku Black Arc and Uni 6 vs. 7. Super is still a continuing project, and I am loving it so far, but there is just many unexpected twists and turns happening that it is making it hard to come up with a plan of how to tackle it all. I do believe that I will make a third story in the future long after Super has finished or has gotten past the Tournament of Power, but at the moment I just want to give everyone who has shown support and love a strong ending.

I know that the quality of my writing has declined over the last two years (CAN YOU BELIEVE IN A FEW WEEKS, THE ENDING OF WALKING TOWARDS THE SUNSET WAS POSTED TWO YEARS AGO!? CRAZY!) and that is due to a lot of my own personal problems. Sometimes, I lose my muse. I want to give you guys amazing stuff and fast updates, but when I start to write I find myself drawing a blank despite having so many ideas and plans for this story. I feel bad for making you guys wait so long, because people have lost interest or when they DO read it, they are upset because, well, it's trash. It's not my best effort despite myself hoping it would be.

I look back at my old stuff and it almost makes me depressed seeing how much better I use to be. It can happen again. I just need to get the words out onto this screen. I know that I have messed up a lot, particularly in characterization as a lot of you pointed out, but I promise I wasn't aware. I was just trying to use similes and metaphors that absolutely-fucking-failed. I don't like to be a boring writer and try to phrase things differently, but well... just look at the reviews guys you'll see what the hell happened lmao.

I am NOT going to skip the Universe 6 vs 7 tournament or rush through the Goku Black arc. I am just letting you all know that it is my stopping point for right now, since a LOT is going to happen to Bardock - this is his story after all - and his overall growth and development since Walking Towards the Sunset will leave you with a very satisfying ending.

I take it with my head held high, and my hopes of this improving even higher as I learn from YOU GUYS. I really do love you guys. I hope this chapter proves that. Sorry for the long author's note, but some things had to be said. Keep making me better. I love it. Please enjoy, and I hope it gives you Walking Towards the Sunset feels.

I will be doing my best to give you quality work from here on out, so these events are going to unfold slowly and not be so rushed. The only part that is is the fight between Piccolo and Frost because my creative juices are not flowing for that and I really wanted to get this chapter out to you. I will make the rest of the fights in the tournament different from canon, and definitely Bardock in Trunks' world unexpected for you. Please, Writing Gods, Please. Let this please my favorite people...

Bardock was all too familiar with that look on his attacker's face. It was one of pure hatred, one that was so desperate to accomplish the task and rid the world of him once and for all. The scarred Saiyan was a good foot taller than the sword wielding maniac and was able to look down at him. The veins of Bardock's arms were continuing to grow in size as he struggled to keep a grip on the increasingly angry assailant.

"I'm not letting go until you give me a chance to explain myself."

The slim young adult studied the enemy's face. There was one striking feature that made his stomach turn. The scar on a much older face that nobody in this world could have possibly given Black. The fake Black was putting up with the stinging of Mai's special machine gun, but still refused to release any wrists he was giving the death grip to.

The grown up version of the child back at home opened his mouth to speak, but was silenced quickly by the screaming of one of Earth's last soldiers.

"DON'T TELL ME THERE ARE TWO OF THEM!?"

Above the last remaining mortals on the planet, a black cloud was forming. The soldiers began shooting and throwing whatever they could, ignoring their leader and the look alike. The long black haired girl wearing a military green cap had finally joined the side of her partner, sending a nasty glare towards Bardock who seethed in return. She pointed the barrel of her gun directly at his headband covered forehead.

"I'll handle this one, Trunks! You need to stop Black from killing more of our men!"

"No," Trunks looked directly into the eyes of the Saiyan warrior. If this was some sort of copy that Black made of himself, it would have attempted to kill him right on the spot. There was something still evil about his face, but something heroicly familiar at the same time. "Prove you're on our side by joining our fight. I'll end you right here and now if not."

Bardock glanced up at the sky, following the direction of Trunks' eyes. A ki blast had escaped the unilluminated cloud and directly hit the face of the soldier who was the first to cry out. The man's body flew and landed a few feet away from Bardock, causing the time traveler to finally let Trunks go. Obsidian eyes focused in on a white boot crushing the already dead soldier's neck with a piercing snap.

The smoke had finally cleared once the army stopped firing out of shock for their fallen comrade. One clearly distraught soldier released a heart broken cry that formed from deep within his throat as he fired his bullets until nothing was left. The murderer of his brother laughed cruelly, the sound of it sending a shiver down Bardock's spine.

He had heard that laugh before.

Bardock was so fixed on what was going on in his own mind that he didn't realize Trunks was now standing in front of the dead soldier's brother, protecting him from the same fate. The glowing of Trunks' hair finally brought his attention to the battle happening so close by. He saw the Super Saiyan's fist connect with the jaw of the one these people called Black.

What in the hell is going on...

"HEY! KAKAROT! HAVE YOU CAUSED ALL THIS!?"

The one who looked exactly like his son smirked at Bardock while holding onto Trunks face with one palm. He blasted this Earth's only chance into an already damaged building without taking his cold lethal stare off his next pathetic excuse of a challenge. With the half breed off his back momentarily, Black had begun a slow saunter towards the Saiyan taunting him.

Mai shot her gun twice at the enemy before using the weapon to shove Bardock's spine. "I'm going after Trunks. Are you going to buy me some time or turn your back on us?"

Bardock really, really hated earth women. He waved her off so she wouldn't bother his inspection of the person walking towards him. If this Trunks was the same one that visited the Earth he knew all those years ago, this Kakarot died of a heart disease. Maybe this was a different timeline, one where Kakarot's real, true Saiyan self was finally completing his mission.

That wouldn't explain the all black gi and green...

Potara earring?

How could Bardock feel so cold when the entire planet was on fire?

Black bared his teeth, and unlike his son's, this smile was devoid of warmth or humor. Bardock had only known one other evil like this in his life, and he kicked its ass. Same thing was going to happen to this impostor.

"Who are you!?"

The being everyone feared had finally froze. He crossed his hands over his chest and tilted his head to the side, studying the newcomer. He could be the one to give this body what it needed.

"I'm Son Goku."

If Kakarot had a full brain and was born a century earlier, this would most likely be how he sounded. He said it so mockingly that Bardock tensed up. This whole situation caused a lot of questions that wouldn't receive any answers until Bardock could defeat this Kakarot copy.

"More like 'I'm a lying sack of bullshit and I did something to Son Goku'. Tell me who you really are."

Black's formerly intrigue with one of Trunks' reinforcements was completely lost. He was just as dimwitted and impure as the rest of the mortals. The power he was withholding wasn't worth keeping him alive any longer. Moving faster than Bardock could comprehend, his boot had come into contact with his ribs with such force that the Saiyan's ribs broke instantly. He struggled to get to his feet again while coughing up blood, but Black already decided he wasn't going to allow it. The evil entity flew towards his prey again, only to be hit by the sword of that meddling hybrid.

With a fading Super Saiyan charge, Trunks tossed his weapon like a Frisbee at the seemingly undefeatable enemy. It distracted the now pissed off Black long enough for Mai to fire a gun that had the same effect as Solar Flare. The two helped the broken Saiyan to his feet, ignoring the profanity he was spitting at them.

"It was a cheap shot! You punk ass kids better let me go!" Bardock tried elbowing Trunks, but was surprised by the strength within just one arm to keep him from moving. "HE DID SOMETHING TO MY SON!"

"Son?" Trunks looked behind the wounded one to Mai, who mouthed that they had to go now. "Wait a minute... You're Goku's father?"

"Yeah, and you're Prince Vegeta's son. Want a medal?" Before Bardock could yell at them to let him go after Black full power, he was knocked in the back of the head by a ki-powered hand. Bardock fell into Mai, who shoved him back towards Trunks.

"Sorry, but if you're really Goku's dad, I'm going to need you not to die!" Trunks flung the Saiyan over his shoulder and took Mai by the hand, escaping death for another morning.

"That's... just incredible. Your story. I can't even imagine going through all that."

After a series of fits and punches when Bardock finally woke up, he was forced to explain his life up to the point they met while Mai bandaged him up. He narrowed his eyes. The kid literally lived in a world of nonstop death and destruction. "Oh, don't humor me. A piece of shit killed me with poison and I woke up here. You've lived in this nightmare since you were born."

Trunks rubbed the back of his neck. He hadn't realized it, but he truly did never catch a break. If it weren't the androids, it was Black. At least Majin Buu was ended before it begun, thanks to Supreme Kai's training. "At first, it was hard to find Black with an intention of killing him. He looks exactly like Goku. He even goes around calling himself Son Goku. Everything was... finally back to normal after everything the androids did and then..."

Mai noticed that her partner was looking at her for help when his throat had become lumpy. She gently added another layer of tape to Bardock's injury. They had kindly given him the entire couch so he could rest. "It was like he appeared from thin air. He proclaimed he was going to kill all earthlings for the sake of justice. He has caused worldwide destruction to the point that the refugees in this camp are the last remaining survivors... Thanks to Trunks."

Trunks was frowning at his raggedy boots. "I have no idea how to defeat him or how he is in Goku's body. I have vowed to do everything in my power to keep the last of us alive, but it's getting more difficult each time we encounter him. When I saw you from the lookout, I really thought you were him. Sorry about that."

Bardock shrugged. "It's not my first case of mistaken identity. I'm just pissed off that he stole my son's body. Did you notice that potara earring?"

When Supreme Kai was alive, he told Trunks all about the potara earrings. It was going to be a last resort if he somehow couldn't defeat Dabura or Babidi, except there was nobody strong out there he could have fused with.

"Yeah, I got a good glimpse of that the first time we fought. He must have stole it from Supreme Kai when he killed him."

"Oh shit! Shin's dead?"

"You sound happy about that..."

"Sorry, long story. Bad history between us," Bardock lifted his body up so Mai could get around his back. "I guess it makes sense, but why would he have just one? Is there someone he's trying to fuse with?"

"Sadly, I know as much as you."

When Mai had finish wrapping Bardock's torso with medical tape, she placed the top part of his armor in the laundry basket. "You'll help me wash that tomorrow. It made our clothes smell even worse."

"Every god damn time I land on this planet, there's always some woman ruining my life," Bardock's wrapped up stomach growled and he looked as kind as it was possible for him at the tough human. "You got any food?"

Mai removed a can with a drawing of a cat on it from the table and handed it to him. The Saiyan stuck his nose up at it like a spoiled child, having become so use to Chi-Chi's gourmet style cooking.

"Are you serious!? What kind of shit is this!?"

"Our only source of food at the moment and we are giving you the last can," Mai spoke as sternly as possible, showing she was being one hundred percent serious. "You're in a different world now, Bardock. You're going to have to make sacrifices if you want to survive."

The Saiyan looked at the opened can with a grimace, then at Mai, and then at Trunks. If this was their only source of food, it would explain why the prince's son had become so thin. He hesitantly took it and nearly threw up at the scent. It was the same shit Gine fed Lucy.

At that very moment, a tiny black cat had emerged under the couch Bardock was resting on as if it had been summoned. She sat on her hind legs and gave the warrior the most perfect begging face a cat could possibly manage. Seeing that its bones were visible under its fur made Bardock's choice easier. He placed it in front of the animal and it hungrily wolfed it down.

"I also have a cat back at home. She's a bitch, though. Ungrateful unlike this one. Ate my entire salmon and didn't give a shit," Bardock gave the black cat two big pats on the head before relaxing into the couch. "Well actually, she did. She took a giant one in Gohan's shoes and the poor bastard didn't realize it until three hours later."

Trunks and Mai looked at each other until they both busted out laughing. It was a sound that hadn't been heard since Black first arrived to Earth to begin his elimination of all mortals. The two continued to listen and laugh at stories of Bardock's timeline, about people Trunks loved and cared for. It was a happy moment for everyone in the room until Bardock stopped in the middle of his story about Chi-Chi finding Goku's bacon stash under the mattress.

"Is she still..."

Trunks took a deep breath before placing his cup of water down. He always hoped nobody would ask him that question. "The last time I saw Chi-Chi was at the funeral we had for Gohan. After that... she kind of just fell out from my mom and me. I figured it hurt her too much to be around us."

Bardock looked up at the ceiling. The Chi-Chi in this timeline lost Kakarot and never had Goten. Gohan and Ox were her only family. Black definitely offed Ox King, but Chi-Chi... Chi-Chi was strong. She was a fighter, and if not that, a hider.

"Hey, wait a minute!" Trunks picked up a nearby slipper and threw it at the recovering Saiyan's head. "I know that look! You need to recover first before you go out there trying to find her!"

"Yeah, go suck a lemon kid. Or nibble on your cat food."

Mai threw the other slipper at him, this time hitting his rib hard and causing Bardock to control his middle finger from reeling up. "Trunks is right. If Black finds you, there's no way you could defend yourself against him in this condition."

"So what? You two just sit around here all day eating cat food waiting for that fucker to arrive?" Bardock sat himself up and fought against his aching body. He looked at Trunks like he was the most disgusting thing in an alternate timeline. "No son of the prince would be in hiding. You should be ashamed of yourself. I could beat his ass six ways from Sunday if I powered up. He got a cheap shot in and I was still weak from the poison."

The gun slinging woman was about to stand up for her man, but Trunks silenced her with a pat on the knee. He wasn't at all offended by Bardock's words. He had heard much, much worse from Vegeta. "You don't understand. Black keeps getting stronger and stronger. I need help from your son and my father. In a week I'm meeting up with my mom since she's been working on extracting power for the time machine. I just know... I just know they can do what I can't."

Bardock blinked blankly at the prince's son for a minute before speaking. "I don't know about your father, but Kakarot can get the job done. You know, since you're such a huge disappointment."

"AT LEAST HE'S KEPT ALL OF US ALIVE, ASSHOLE!"

Trunks chuckled while Mai threw yet another nearby object at Bardock's broken ribs. All full blooded Saiyans were definitely the same. Proud of their bloodlines. "What about Gohan? He was an absolute beast against Cell."

"You're damn right, kid."

Trunks shook his head at the smug look of the grandfather and stood up. He grabbed a rolled up blanket from on top of a broken shelf and covered the now scowling time traveler with it. Bardock was like an old friend despite never meeting before.

"Mai and I are going to be the night watch tonight since our regular soldier just lost his brother. Rest up. We'll get you back to your family in a week."

Bardock slapped his hand away. Trunks looked over his shoulder before leaving him. He had a bad feeling deep in his chest that Bardock was going to go to Mount Paozu the second he was gone.

"Hey. I'm serious."

"About what!?" The wounded one sneered. What he wouldn't give for a good senzu bean so he could kick that skinny ass.

"If you leave, I won't be there to save you. You're on your own."

The scarred warrior spat on the floor, almost hitting the cat. Who does this punk think he is? His voice held venom, but he didn't look his savior in the eyes. "Yeah, whatever."

Piccolo just couldn't figure it out.

How in the hell did this Frost character kill someone like Bardock, especially with a power level so much lower than his? Although everyone on the Universe 7 side besides Whis and Beerus agreed it was bullshit, the tournament had to continue.

Heh. At least the old guy is still alive out there somewhere.

The Namek didn't bother to look at Gohan or Goten, knowing they were the most distraught of the group over the fact that Bardock had just vanished. While the bell was rung for the battle to begin, he silently hoped that their usual annoying positive outlook on life would kick in and they'd believe Bardock would return.

Alright, this one's for you Saiyan bastard.

Already pissed off at the white and blue demon, Piccolo avoided Frost's first attack by appearing in the air. He wanted to knock this pest out as quickly as possible for the sake of Gohan and placed two fingers on his forehead to power up his special beam cannon. Goku cheered wildly from the sidelines after not seeing that move in a long time.

"WOO! I SEE YOU PICCOLO!" Goku then whispered to an already annoyed Beerus. "Did you know I was killed by one of those!?"

"You don't say..."

Vegeta elbowed the loud mouth Saiyan harshly, earning a pouting 'ow'. "Shut up! Don't you notice anything risky about what the Namek's doing?"

It only took a moment for Goku to remember how long it took for the special beam cannon to charge up. He had every bone in his body broken by Raditz for more than ten minutes until it finally fired. Frost had caught on to it as well, and began firing his bright red ki blasts at the Namek who had barely begun warming up.

Lucky for Piccolo, his reflexes were fast. He continued to charge his attack while avoiding any interaction with Frost's blasts. The battle was on Piccolo's side until Frost began firing doubles, eventually hitting the Namek straight through the knee and messing up his charge.

Damn, so it's going to be like that... I need to find a way to distract him for awhile.

Frost shook his head in disappointment when Piccolo began to charge that same attack once again. He got as close as possible to his opponent and blasted his chest, only for the other fighter to disappear.

"What the..."

All around him, Piccolos were popping up everywhere. He had made clones of himself to distract the Universe Six cheater so he could send him into oblivion with a beam strong enough to avenge Bardock.

While Frost attacked all the copies like a rabid animal, Champa was screaming out for a disqualification for cheating.

"That's real funny considering..." Jaco snickered.

Piccolo had misjudged the speed of Frost, who had already defeated all the clones save one. His next string hit the real Piccolo on the face, messing up the special beam cannon once again and sending him close to the edge of the ring. The sneak then proceeded to smirk and aim his wrist close to the Namek's heart but not directly on it like his last mistake.

"That's the funny thing about willpower..." Frost's grin held no innocence like he fooled the others into believing. "It makes you do crazy things."

Once Piccolo was struck, his world had become blurred. He spun backwards until falling off the ring, unconscious. Gohan had quickly joined his side, checking for a pulse and nearly crying realizing he was still alive unlike Bardock was. The referee, despite the boos, held the proud Frost's hand up high.

"I declare Frost the-"

"HOLD IT! FROST IS A NO GOOD CHEATER!

There was a loud gasp from both sides of the stage as all eyes settled on Jaco. His yellow observant eyes had caught sight of something that nobody else could possibly see.

"If you search his arm, I am sure you will find the weapon!" Jaco pointed an accusing finger down at the tournament stage, earning a huge uproar from Universe Six's side.

"Why are you trying to besmirch an innocent man's name like that!?" Cabba called out. "We fought alongside each other to save Planet Mayonaise from destruction! He's a good person and I won't believe for one second he would do something like that!"

Jaco crossed his arms over his chest and stuck his nose up. Like it mattered what that scrawny little Saiyan thought.

"If he gets searched and nothing is found, I'll destroy you on the spot!"

Jaco was sweating now. He looked in the direction of where the voice was coming from and could see Champa waving his meaty fist in the air. "Oh, uh..nevermind then..." As the Galactic Patrolman was backing up, he bumped into another God of Destruction who nudged him forward.

"Go ahead and check him! Who cares if this little man gets destroyed!"

After just a few seconds of searching Frost's body, the referee had grown dizzy just like Bardock and Piccolo had done. He fell to his feet until strong enough to regain consciousness again.

Everyone was so caught up in the dramatics of what that cheater Frost had done that they all forgot that Bardock had died. At least, that's what Goten gathered. He looked at the picture of his grandpa's grumpy face on Universe Seven's side. He never did smile in pictures. The pre-teen looked to the stars, trying to fight his tears.

Whis had said Bardock was somewhere else, but where? In what time period? Was he with another Goten, another Mama, another Gohan? Was he having fun? Was he safe? How would anyone ever know?

"Grandpa..." Goten sniffed, and wiped his nose with his wrist. Between Frieza and training, the grandson didn't correctly cherish the time they had together. He could have stolen him a bigger piece of Mama's pie. He could have surprised him at work. He could have...

He could have asked Shenron for a better wish. Goten was the cause of this entire mess.

It was the worst feeling he ever had.

"Grandpa... I swear on everything I have, I'll save you again..."

When his eye lids had shut tightly, Bardock could see the cottage that had been expanded for the continuously growing family. Chi-Chi was in the window sill, waving her tiny fist at Goten as he snuck off with a piece of pie for his grandpa. Goku had fallen asleep under his favorite tree after listening to Gohan explain his lesson plans for the week. Videl was walking out to get her car to get Pan's favorite teddy bear that had been left on the seat. Gine had her arms wrapped around Bardock's neck while they looked up at the clouds, focusing on the different shapes until Goten screamed that the pie heist had been successful.

That is why it was so agonizing to the Saiyan's completely existing heart when he opened his eyes. What was once his home was nothing save Grandpa Gohan's shed, and even that was barely recognizable. Back in his world, Mount Paozu was lively at night. The skies weren't dark thanks to the illumination of the trillion stars. Owls would hoot and wolves would howl. One could never feel completely alone even in such a secluded area.

But everything Bardock saw in this world was gray and black, just like the bastard who caused all of this destruction.

Becoming aware of his slowed breathing, Bardock ended up at where the door of the cottage would be. He looked down at the mess beneath him, realizing that the rubble still contained Chi-Chi's belongings. He kicked up a piece of the roof to reveal some of her dresses. He continued to kick the pieces, gently at first until reality was setting in.

Black had murdered her.

There were traces of blood on the cracked tiles, and her father's horned helmet on top of another section of dried blood.

His formally calm demeanor slowly changed and his face contoured into an all-consuming. His nostrils flared. His eyes were flashing and closing into slits. His mouth quivered as unintelligible and slurred profanity spewed into the darkened sky. Like a deadly yellow flame, his hair flared up the moment his bare chest rose. He opened both of his palms and began firing ki blasts at the remnants of his home, ignoring the swelling of his eyes and the aching of his ribs.

"I don't blame you. This was the most hideous domicile I had ever seen in my life time."

Black chuckled darkly when Bardock's blast had grazed his cheek. He licked his lips at the sensation of it and landed on the grass soundlessly. If the ascended Super Saiyan's eyes were weapons, the piercing greens would cause serious destruction. He was acting as if someone had entered his territory. Black smiled coldly recalling what had happened at this location.

"Oh, my apologies. Were they your companions?" He sniffed the air proudly, inhaling the scent of fresh ashes where he had just come from. When his eyes opened, they were greeted by the Saiyan's uppercut. Black's head was bent backward while he sighed lightly. "It wasn't very fun. They didn't put up much of a fight."

Bardock forced up to stand up straight by locking a large hand around his neck. He could see his unrecognizable reflection in the enemy's earring. It only made him squeeze Black's neck tighter. "You're the most pathetic piece of shit I've ever known and we just met. Where's the pride in defeating those who can never stand a chance against you!?"

The body snatcher placed his arms behind his head, leaving himself completely open for whatever Bardock was going to do. The choke wasn't affecting his voice in the slightest. "Annihilating the universe of Earthlings is the most beautiful form of justice... And doing it twice to that woman just felt so right."

Bardock held in a breath when Black's dark eyes had grown wild. He released his neck, not leaving a single sign of struggle on his skin. The glowing, electrifying aura of Bardock was the only light in a dark, bleak world and it made the only sound in Mount Paozu.

"Twice?"

Black's smug face made it seem that he held all the cards in this match, but he wasn't going to go straight in the for the kill. He wanted to draw out Bardock's lovely demise. He pointed to the ring on his finger and tapped it twice.

"Let's just say I've gone to a couple different timelines in my day. Right before I killed her here, I rid another world of her and that spawn of hers. You know... He favors you. Sorry, favored."

Cackling thunder louder than anyone on Mount Paozu had ever heard erupted in the sky while flashes of lightning joined in on the raging storm. Bardock's heart was beating faster, pushing more blood to different parts of his body. The adrenaline that he wanted to release on the physical form of the devil was causing his muscles to strengthen and his attention to become completely focused on who he was going to kill.

Black had not only taken Chi-Chi's life twice, but he had taken Goten's as well.

Nothing was more unforgivable.

"You...bastard...Now you've done it..."

Black's wild eyes shined when Bardock's words matched the rhythm of his body transformation. The ground around them became overwhelmed with tremors as the thunder and lightning rocked the sky. The warrior didn't give a second thought to the demise of his daughter-in-law and grandson. Just hearing it once was enough to make the rage of a million Saiyan spirits course through his veins like it did during his battle with Frieza, only this time much more violent and powerful.

Bardock was too rage driven for his chest to ache for their loss. The target that his glowing red eye and icy blue eye had locked onto was going to pay for everything he had done.

Black took in the new appearance, feeling disgusted with the hideous mixture of blue and red hair but intrigued by the power he was sensing. It was going to give him everything he needed.

Not paying attention to the fact he had his son's face, Bardock sent Black flying backwards through the forest with a swift roundhouse to the same neck he was strangling earlier. The two broke through a series of dead trees with Bardock being the superior. The Saiyan warrior came down on his opponent hard with clenched fists in an axe-handle, knocking him down to the ground and forming a crater. Bardock met him and continued to beat his son's body with everything he had in him, not losing sight of what the monster had done. Each blow caused the crater to become bigger and bigger.

Black was wincing with his eyes closed as if he were truly in pain, but ended the charade as soon as Bardock had given him what he needed. He looked at his playmate through one eye and a knowing smirk. The one in the older body hadn't caught it as he was rising in the air above the crater, charging up a rage fueled Kamehameha wave.

"HERE! A GIFT FROM MY GRANDSON TO YOU!"

Pulling the two large hands from his side, Bardock released the radiant blue colored power beam down on the murderous bastard. He was giving everything he had to Black to the point that his broken ribs felt healed from the power. With a heaving chest after the attack had done its job, Bardock looked down at the crater to find absolutely nothing there.

But...

"I have a gift for you as well."

Before Bardock get a glimpse of his assailant, there was a sound of ripping. Not of cloth, not of paper. It was of flesh being torn apart. He couldn't feel the pain from the previous adrenaline in his body, and instead was sent into shock at the sight of his detached arm being dropped to the ground. Black had done the same to the rest of his body and placed his white boot on Bardock's neck like he had done to the soldier he murdered earlier.

"This is going to be my greatest act of justice. Ridding the world of a mortal as revolting as you."

Bardock's shoulder felt wet and numb until exploded like a bomb inside of him. His face was buried in the dirt, but his peripheral had the perfect view of his arm. Every beat of his pulse was a hammer banging on a wound. How could Black have done this? How could he have moved so fast from that spot? How could his power have grown so much in the little amount of time they battled?

Before Black could obliterate yet another worthless opponent, he had become blinded by smoke. That foolish Saiyan had done a dirty trick to escape death once again. Not only that, but he had taken what should have been his kill. Trunks had meddled in his plan and survived for the last time.

"Mark my words... Next time I find you, you're going to have the most painful death of all."

"Hang in there, Bardock! I'm not going to let you die on me!"

His prey were too far out of the woods to hear his threat. The proud Saiyan warrior would have been ashamed to be slumped over the shoulder of his only companion in this Earth, but the throbbing of where his arm use to be was all he could focus on. The blood from the nub had drenched Trunks' shoulder as the brave hero traveled at a speed as fast as he could muster. The hair of the full blooded Saiyan had returned back to its normal black, signaling the complete draining of his energy.

"Come on, Bardock!" Trunks cried out and gave his body a hard squeeze. "Stay with me! Focus on something besides the pain, it's the only way to survive in my world!"

Bardock's vision was becoming hazy. What the sword wielder was saying was easier said than done. The agonizing pain was too much to bare. Black got instantly stronger with each critical hit. He thrived off of the strength of others. He absorbed the Kamehameha wave and used it to his advantage.

Not even Kakarot stood a chance.

Black had claimed another victim, who was preparing to face death for the third time.

"Well, I don't really know! I guess I feel really, really happy when you're around! And when I think about losing you, I have to stop myself because it hurts so much and I don't ever want that to happen! Besides Trunks, you're my best friend!"

"Go...ten..."

Becoming delirious, Bardock was suddenly watching himself talk to Goten inside his bedroom. It was after Goten had wished Bardock's curse to end so he could stay with the family forever. The irony of it all would have been hilarious if Bardock had any life left in him at all.

"Is that how you really feel?"

"Yes, Grandpa! I love you!"

"Then... I love you, too."

The shredded Saiyan reached his only hand towards the image of his grandson wrapping his arms around his neck. The two were embracing one another. His grandson. His Goten. The one who helped him discover that he had a heart. Bardock could feel it aching at the sight of one of the memories he prayed would never be forgotten as life went on.

But the door had burst open, shattering the memory. Black was standing in the doorway, and without a word vaporized the innocent child into nothing. Bardock helplessly screamed out at his image to do something, to kill the body snatcher. Instead, he watched as Black vanished and the illusion of himself fall onto the floor while looking on in disbelief at his arms that Goten was no longer in them.

He had lost something he loved more than himself.

A sound that Trunks could only describe as a mixture of grief and despair escaped Bardock's throat. The scream was tugging at Trunks' heartstrings, recognizing it was the same one he released when he found Gohan dead in the rain.

Bardock had become swollen with emotions realizing the fate of his grandson in a different timeline, one where Bardock didn't even exist. Once Black was done here, what wouldn't stop him from traveling to the world Bardock knows and...

Everything that gave his life purpose would be gone.

His eyes began to bleed with pain. Trunks could feel a great tremor overtaking the broken Saiyan's body. While Vegeta's son was looking forward to the entrance of the underground refugee camp, Bardock was looking back at his grandson choking on an apple until Grandpa saved him. The child was so thankful to be alive that he gave the most loving death grip to Bardock's neck.

"Thank you, Mr. Bardock! Thank you! You saved my life!"

"GOTEN!" The resilient warrior screamed at his memories. His eyes had become blind by the stinging tears. Already in Hell, Bardock's fate was to keep on going. "GOTEN! I SWEAR ON EVERYTHING I HAVE, I WILL SAVE YOU AGAIN!"