Okay, so important notice. This is the last chapter, the one you already read. But, also, this is the last chapter for Not What it Seems. I'm starting a sequel soon, and it would say that it is the sequel of this. It will continue from this, and should be out in the next week or so. Thanks for all of you that stayed with me throughout this story! See you! ~Son Goshen
I hit a writer's block as I tried to brainstorm what was going to happen between the two. Sorry! Anyways, this chapter came out… somewhat pretty well, I guess. Hope you enjoy it!
TyrantKing000: He might appear la. :)
Sailor Saiyan007: Awww… you shoulda seen it! It was pretty awesome and dramatic, and REALLY sad.
White aura trailed from Bardock's path as he flew toward's Mirai's direction, in the north. He became steadily more worried as the ki was dropping at an accelerated speed. It still didn't make sense in his mind that Mirai would have trouble with that freak Frieza.
He was sure the lizard never trained in HFIL, because he had always kept an eye on him during those years, and he was also those kinds of people that had too big of an ego to bother training further than their current state.
Very soon, a ruined city came into view. He saw many citizens' bodies littered on the ground and felt sick again. Many years ago, he felt triumph and satisfaction when seeing this kind of image, and it was worse knowing he was the one that caused that kind of destruction.
Bardock stopped dead in his tracks. Several feet away in front of him was Frieza, a marble white hand wrapped around Mirai's throat. The other hand was used along with his tail and feet to repeatedly attack the boy's bloody back.
From Mirai's closed eyes and limp body, he could tell that he was already unconscious. It was just like the sick lizard to do something like that.
The saiyan fazed quickly behind Frieza and sent a strong elbow strike to his back. The tyrant lost his grip on Mirai's neck and was sent tumbling forward in the air. It was a funny sight to see him flail his arms and legs as he attempted to steady himself.
Meanwhile Bardock dashed downwards and managed to catch Mirai right before his body slammed into the rubble below. He laid the eldest demi-saiyan gently on the ground and flew upwards again, facing Frieza.
If he was surprised that the attacker was Bardock, he didn't show it, as an amused smirk was on his face. "Well well, if it isn't another dirty little monkey," he drawled.
There was one thing that the saiyan would admit Frieza was good at, and it was the ability to get under anyone's skin. Keep your temper, he told himself and took deep breaths to steady his temper that threatened to spill out.
"This fight has been long overdue," he replied calmly with a determined expression, taking an offensive stance. Another thing about that gender-confused alien; he always liked the opponent to attack first.
So, Bardock charged forward.
The next moments were a blur to him, as they occurred so swiftly his brain didn't have enough time to comprehend. He and Frieza exchanged blows for kami knows how long, and he began to tire from dodging the tail, which shot out at random times, trying to catch him off guard.
Frieza sent out another hook kick, in which he blocked with his arm, then twisted it, but since they were in the air, the tyrant was able to spin around and send out an uppercut. Fists collided, sending a shockwave across the city.
Bardock somersaulted backwards and began powering up. With a battle cry, his hair became golden and his eyes turned emerald. Power coursed through his body, and with renewed vigor and strength, he resumed the fight.
He was the one with the upper hand now. Frieza's ki was slowly dropping like Mirai's, to his pleasure. "Ha!" he yelled, launching another Full Power Energy Wave. It hit him straight in the chest, and he crashed to the ground with a loud boom, creating a large crater in the ruined city.
A very bloodied Cold family member emerged from the smoke. Even in this state, he still smirked. "Too bad, Bardock, you're strong, but not strong enough," he said. And with a battle cry like said saiyan's, he began powering up.
Bardock's eyes widened as his ki skyrocketed, to the point it surpassed his current state. "F**k," he cursed under his breath. It wasn't just Frieza's ki that was changing; his appearance was slowly morphing into something that vaguely triggered his memory.
In seconds, the tyrant's face looked as if he was wearing a mask, with four spiky tips pointing upwards. His upper body appeared to wear some kind of armor, and he grew bigger in size.
Frieza could reach the fifth form.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Bardock exclaimed. Wasn't it only Cooler that could reach the form? With his power level far higher than his, the chances of winning shrunk down to less than one percent. But he had to somehow stall the fight until his grandson was done with Cell, or until anyone was finished with their fight.
It was just his luck, right when he's facing a crisis, there's no one to help, almost as if he was cursed with that fate.
"Bardock, you have no chance of winning against me. Once a useless monkey, always a useless monkey," Frieza said, smirking.
"You're one to talk!" he retorted angrily, "stupid gender-confused lizard! I'm still questioning your sex right now!"
Said tyrant was completely stunned. He was sure that some of his army had maybe secretly badmouthed him, but no one had ever said anything as insulting as that to his face. How dare Bardock!
With an angry roar, he charged at Bardock and began mercilessly attacking him. The saiyan tried but failed miserably to put up a fight, as he was too outclassed to do any more than a little cut or a small burn. But as long as his pride was still there, he would put up a fight, no matter what.
However, very soon, he had many broken bones and bruises, and several cuts were bleeding sluggishly as they flowed down onto the rough ground. "You barely improved over all these years, Frieza," he taunted, trying to buy as much time as he could. They were going to arrive…
"You know," he continued, wheezing as he clutched his badly damaged chest with his right arm, as the left was shattered by a well-aimed kick, "I've never met anyone as pathetic as you are."
Frieza's eyes narrowed as he grabbed Bardock by the collar of his broken battle armor. He drove a fist into his stomach, forcing the saiyan warrior to cough up blood onto the tyrant's arm.
Bardock lifted his head, smirk still in place. "Really, you're a sad little fighter."
Frieza rammed his fist into Bardock's stomach several more times, wanting to make the saiyan suffer for his words. He had hoped he would scream as the attacks grew progressively more violent, but Bardock's mouth was kept tightly shut as he endured the torture.
Why that little-
He suddenly realized that a cluster of saiyan warriors had gathered behind him. Due to his anger, he had not felt the power levels flying toward him.
Prince Vegeta Jr. lead him and said in a deadly voice, "Drop him. Now."
Hehe, another cliffy! Wheeee! So, both Bardock and Mirai are hurt for a bit. Anyone expected Jr. to be their savior? I certainly didn't; it just came together as I was writing this. Man, being the author is fun! Anyhoo, reviews will be much appreciated! Hint, hint.
DBZ Trivia: You guys know how there's always this rumor on FF going on about saiyan tails used for mating and stuff? Well… turns out it's TRUE! I'm freaking out a bit here, too. O_O