Me:Hi, guys! Let's cut to the chase,
shall we? Rocky:KidGoku13 doesn't own DB, DBZ, DBGT, or
anything else unless she came up with it.
Planthore:No jokes today?
Rorian:Nopers.
Bardock:That stinks.
Chapter
45;
Why...?
Bardock woke up about mid-morning the next day. He sat up groggily, yawned, and stretched. He quickly ran out of the cave, and was heading to the hospital to see Planthore again, but decided he would go through a city first.
"Look at the walking freak show." a young Saiyan commented.
"Yeah. Who wears armor like THAT?" another agreed.
"Such a low-class loser..."
"What trash!"
"Garbage!"
"Tch...I'd hate to be that piece of scum."
"I
heard his parents tried to KILL him, because he's so weak!"
"I
don't blame em."
Many other Saiyans were murmuring and whispering the same things. Bardock looked down to the ground. He felt like low-class trash because of what they said to him.
He finally managed to get to his destination. He walked into the recovery room, and saw only Malaka.
"H...hello..." Bardock said, looking around for his friend.
"Here for Planthore, I take it?"
"Yeah..."
"He'll be in in about an hour. That's when his shift starts."
"Oh..." Bardock sighed, disappointed, and turned to leave.
"Wait!" Malaka urged.
"Hm? What?"
"That armor...where'd you get it...?"
"Un...I mean...Planthore gave it to me..."
"I see..." Malaka then chuckled a little, "He must really favor you."
"Huh?" But Bardock was interrupted by a growling stomach. HIS growling stomach.
"If you're wanting to see Planthore, just hang around here until he shows up. Don't leave."
"O..okay..." Bardock said, and sat down in an empty corner.
"You know, you're pretty interesting for a Saiyan." Malaka commented.
"Huh?"
"You've hardly said a word, you're not demanding people around like slaves, and from what Planthore told me, you actually show emotion."
"...?" Bardock gave off a look of confusion. Saiyans really were awful if they all acted like that.
"You'll understand later on, I guess." Malaka laughed a little bit, and continued on some work. A few minutes of awkward silence passed by, "So, you're not gonna introduce yourself?"
"Oh...sorry..." Bardock apologized, "My name's Bardock...what's yours?"
"Malaka. Planthore already told me some about you."
"He did?"
"Oh yes. He worried about you a lot when you were gone on that mission."
"Uh..."
"I guess you remind him of his own son in a way."
"Gosh..." he murmured.
"He's the reason you're still alive, you know."
"Yeah..."
A little while later, Planthore walked in.
"Ah, you're early today. Which is good, because you have a visitor." Malaka said.
"Hm?" he then turned around and saw Bardock sitting in the floor, "Oh! Bardock!"
"Hiya, Unken!" Bardock said, doing a grin that imitated Goku's.
"I didn't expect you to get here before me."
"Yeah. I surprised myself, too. I usually don't get up that early...I guess I was just excited."
"Excited?"
"Uh-huh." Bardock nodded, "You're the first person that's actually ever cared about me."
"What a weird Saiyan..." Malaka murmured to himself, "He's an oddball, alright..."
"I heard that!" Bardock said, "Thanks!" he smiled, and then his stomach growled again.
"Come on. Let's go." Planthore offered.
"Yeah!" Bardock nodded quickly and ran up to Planthore to walk along side him.
"Unken..." Bardock asked after finishing his meal, "What do you do here all day? This place seems boring."
"It depends on what day it is." Planthore replied.
"Huh?"
"Some days, I have to work in the regeneration room with Malaka. Other days, I have to tend to all the infants in the infirmary. And other days, I have to help women give birth. And sometimes, they'll give me a day off. But that's rare."
"Oh..."
"Something wrong?"
"Nope. But...were you helping women when I..."
"No. I was working in the regeneration room."
"Okay."
"I wouldn't have let them hurt you if I was there."
"What were...what were their names...?"
"Of your parents?" Planthore asked. Bardock nodded, "You're mother's name was Omata. And your father's name was Tunrip. I would tell you more, but that's all I know. I don't even know what they look like."
"Hm..."
"Bardock, whatever you do, stay away from those two. They will try to finish you off."
"Don't worry about THAT. Why would I WANT to see such awful people...?" Bardock sighed.
"Something else on your mind, then?"
"Everyone except for you is awful, come to think of it..."
"What do you mean?"
"They said mean things. They called me trash, and a freak..."
"Bardock, don't worry about what other people think. You're different, but that's a good thing."
"It is?"
"Yes. Most certainly. If everyone is doing something and it's wrong, but you do what's right, even if you're the only one doing it, it's still right."
"Unken..."
"Yes?"
"You're really wise."
"Thank you. That means a lot." Planthore laughed.
"You. We need you to come to the delivery room immediately." a man came up to Planthore and said.
"Right." Planthore nodded.
"So today's one of those days?" Bardock asked.
"Yes." Planthore nodded again.
"Can I come too?"
"I...I suppose...but you can't come in the room with me. You have to wait in the hallway."
"Okay!" Bardock smiled happily. Then all three, Planthore, Bardock, and the man, ran down to the delivery room.
Bardock sat out in the hallway patiently, humming to himself because he had nothing better to do. The door opened up.
"Unken! You're ba-" Bardock began, but it wasn't the person he was looking for. The man that came out of the room looked familiar to Bardock, but he couldn't quite place from where he had seen that face.
"Huh?" the man asked, and looked at Bardock. His eyes widened when he saw it...that scar...
"What's wrong, mister?"
"Y...you're...you're..." the man said.
"Uh...you okay...?"
"I KNEW I SHOULD'VE KILLED YOU WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE!!" the man yelled, and lunged at Bardock, while quickly pulling out a dagger.
"Ah!!" Bardock yelped, and jumped out of the way.
"Come back here!!" the man, TUNRIP, yelled.
"Why are you attacking me?!"
"YOU'RE A DISGRACE TO OUR FAMILY!!"
"Our...family...?"
"Yes!!" Tunrip growled.
"What
do you mean?!"
"You're a disgrace of a son! NOW DIE!!"
"You're...m...my..." Bardock said, a tear rolling down his cheek yet again.
"That's right. STAND STILL AND ACCEPT YOUR FATE, SCUM!!" he lunged at the young Saiyan again. Bardock began to run for his life, but the strategic Tunrip managed to back him into a corner. Bardock pressed against the wall, feeling around for a way out, but it was no use.
"UNKEN!! UNKEN!! HELP!!" he cried out, and tears poured from his eyes like raindrops. Tunrip recognized that look...of utter helplessness in that child's eyes, "PLEASE!! SOMEONE!! ANYONE!! HELP!!"
"Why?! WHY CAN'T I KILL YOU?!"
"Huh?"
"Why can't I do it?!" Tunrip conflicted with himself. He had Bardock where he wanted him. One quick stab, and it would all be over, "What is it...about...that...face..." Bardock looked up into his father's eyes, crying, "NO!!" Tunrip then quickly ran the dagger through the left side of Bardock's chest. It went straight through his heart.
"Fa...ther...w...why...?" Bardock said, as he fell to the floor in a puddle of blood that was getting bigger by the second. Tunrip ripped the knife out, put it back into it's sheath, and ran back to where Omata was.
Planthore came out of the room after Omata gave birth. The baby she had died soon after it was born. It was tragic, but when you think about it, it served them right in a way. Planthore noticed Bardock was missing. He looked left and right, then noticed a body lying due east from the door.
"Oh no!!" he gasped, and quickly ran to it, Please don't be Bardock. PLEASE don't be Bardock. PLEASE don't be Bardock!!
But his hoping was in vain, as it was, indeed, Bardock.
"No!!" Planthore said, and took his pulse, "Good...he's still alive!!" he then picked the young Saiyan up, and ran as fast as he could to the regeneration room.
"Planthore? What's going on?!" Malaka asked. Planthore and Bardock were now both covered in blood. Planthore didn't care though. He quickly set up the machine and gently put Bardock in.
"His father...tried to finish the job..." Planthore murmured.
"That's terrible!"
"Yes, it is." Planthore nodded solemnly, "Who would do such an awful thing to a child...? Again..."
"That Tunrip guy needs to get a taste of his own medicine!" Malaka hissed.
"He did in a way."
"What?"
"I was delivering his second born. But...it didn't
live. After it's power level was taken, which was 8000(just as they
hoped for Bardock), it died."
"Tch. Serves them right." Malaka said.
Me:Will
Bardock survive?! Rocky:Um...that's kinda obvious. He's here
right now, isn't he? Bardock:He's right.
Me:SO?!
I nearly cried when I wrote the part where Tunrip stabbed Bardock
through the heart.
Rocky:A chapter a day keeps the boredom away.
Me:Um...
Rocky:What?
Gagawop
Wuvs Yu!
-Kid Goku 13
