This is another one of those Bardock centric ones. Well, I don't have much to say, but thanks for the reviews!
Anon: Alright! Thanks for your feedback, it will be taken very seriously. :)
johncorn: hehe… *nervous smile*
sheenasalam: Nahh.. you are right, lol. It IS based off Amortentia, that HP potion.
The spaceship was due to arrive on Planet Zorrei within two hours, and Bardock took that opportunity to rummage around the medicine cabinet for some aspirin to soothe his migraine. It seemed to him as if the vision was getting worse in his head. Not only did it show up in his dreams, it also assaulted his brain during daytime.
Often he had to excuse himself when he felt one was coming up, which did earn him quite a few odd looks, or in Gohan's case, concerned looks. Bardock didn't particularly feel the need to alert anyone, as he did not see anyone die in it… yet.
He just saw glimpses of his enemies, such as Dodoria and Frieza (in the distance, he could also see his eldest son, Raditz), wrecking Planet Zorrei and hurting the Z fighters. Now, it didn't make much sense, as they were dead.
He tossed another container out the cabinet and finally found what he was looking for. He grabbed one of the water bottles often stuck there and shook out a few pills, proceeding to stick them into his mouth and chugging it down with the water.
Bardock coughed when he choked a bit on the water, and suddenly did an about face when he felt someone behind him.
"What is it, Namek?" he growled. Why the heck was he here?
"I was wondering why you needed aspirin," Piccolo responded swiftly, giving the saiyan another one of his searching looks.
"Nothing you need to be worried about," Bardock mumbled and attempted to push pass him, but Piccolo blocked the exit.
He glared at him. "You know I can always instant transmission out of here, right?"
"I do realize that," Piccolo said, "but I'm still very curious about the aspirin."
Bardock growled threateningly. "Stop poking your nose around where it doesn't belong."
"Why do you need aspirin?" he repeated again.
"If you really want to know, it's just to stop a ****** headache!" the saiyan said, annoyed, "Unless you're so stupid you don't even know what aspirin does!" And for a dramatic measure, he instant transmissioned away.
~~~DBZ~~~
The full blood saiyan, after the unfortunate encounter with Piccolo, was tying his unkempt hair to a ponytail. Or he should say, attempt to. Every time he pulled it back, it'll just spring to its original position, almost as if the hair was testing his anger limits.
"Are you kidding me?" he said out loud. Gohan poked his head in, wondering what was causing his grandfather to be worked up.
"What is it, grandpa?" he asked innocently. Bardock pointed to his hair and demonstrated how it just sprang back again and again.
And Gohan began to roll on the floor, laughing his head off, causing his grandfather to growl. Honestly, that was the problem? Tying his hair? And here, the demi-saiyan thought that something worse had happened, perhaps another very gory vision. Little did he know that there was actually a vision that was bothering Bardock.
Bardock finally gave up on gently handling his hair and resorted to roughly pulling all the spikes back and tied it with a green sash.
"Honestly, grandpa, why do you want to tie your hair?" Gohan asked.
He face palmed. "Well, Sherlock, don't you think I'm a little recognizable? Especially with the fact that I spent most of my free time there."
Oh, right.
Gohan smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head, typical Son family behavior.
"Oh, and tell everyone that they need to either wear a black cloak that covered their entirety, or basic battle armor. We need to blend in the crowd, and it's not smart to wear stuff like this-" he pointed to his Earth clothes that laid abandoned on the floor, "when everyone who's there is either a native or a soldier from the Cold Empire. And don't forget scouters!"
"Alright!" Gohan cheered. He got to wear saiyan armor! He didn't know why, but his mother was always against him wearing it, saying that it was only for hooligans and such. The demi-saiyan sprinted out the room, on cloud nine.
And two hours and several complaints about fitting in later, the Z fighters arrived at last on Planet Zorrei.
The air smelt like what Bardock had described; it was full of smoke, alcohol, and cheap sex. Raucous laughter and "cat noises" were heard in the distance, and the planet for some reason was very dark, save the lights that came from living quarters and an assortment of clubs and bars.
While others cringed slightly at the smell, Krillin didn't get it. "What's so bad about the air?" he said, bewildered at his friends' behavior.
"Can't you smell it?" Bardock said. Then he noticed one of the most pronounced traits of Krillin. He didn't have a nose. "Oh, wait, never mind. Pretend I never said anything."
"Right, everyone," he then said. "It's best for us to split up. Now, MINGLE FIRST TO FIND OUT MORE ABOUT DR. HATCHI! DON'T CHARGE BLINDLY TOWARD HIS LAB!" His voice was yelling at towards the end. The Z fighters coward at his I-don't-want-any-nonsense-from-any-of-you-or-I'll-personally-see-to-your-destruction-and-destroy-your-soul attitude.
"Now, be off," he added, waving his hands for them to go.
~~~DBZ~~~
Bardock entered a bar near where the spaceship was hidden, completely at ease. It felt almost as if he was back to the days where Planet Vegeta was still around. Except… Tora, Fasha, they were all gone. Dead.
He tried to suppress the emotions that welled up in him. Concentrate, he told himself.
When he reached the bartender (who was a female), he slid ten zenis to her and took a glowing blue beer bottle that was lined up on the shelves. "Keep the change," he said, and turned his eyes to the TV, where it was currently broadcasting live news about Kuriza and his empire.
Him and his ****** family can all go to HFIL!
"Pardon me, sir," the bartender said to him, "but you seem very familiar. Have we met before?"
Bardock was momentarily startled. The person was Shana, one of the "friends" he had made all those years ago. She had cat ears and a cat tail, the traits of the Neko clan in the galaxy. Goodness, even after all those years she didn't change one bit. But then again, due to her race, they lived for five hundred years at most, so that wasn't much of a surprise.
"Umm," he said hurriedly, "I don't believe so."
She sighed, her eyes taking on a dreamy quality. "It's just that you look and act very much like a handsome young man I met several years ago, Bardock. He was always the coolest guy…"
He turned his head away, a blush creeping up his cheeks. She thought he was handsome? Oh Kami…
BANG!
An explosion rocked the bar, taking the lights out as well. Several people slammed the door open, curious about what happened. There stood Gohan in a battle stance, facing another opponent.
"What the HFIL is happening?"
So, I left a cliffy. Next chapter will be Gohan centric, so … stay tuned guys. Reviews will be much appreciated! (I'm not begging for them, though)
DBZ Trivia: Err… let's see… Aha! It's a plot hole. They said that only King Yemma reached the end of the Snake Way, so where did all those pupils of King Kai like Olibu come from, huh? Huh? Yes, I'm questioning you, Toei Animation!
