Thank you everyone who still remained hopeful for an update almost three years later now! I ask for nothing except three to five reviews per chapter, when the word limit eventually exceeds 3000+ I expect five to seven reviews (or more). Constructive criticism is welcome, haters get dragged.

Romance isn't the guiding force of the DBZ world. If it was, I think the relationship between Goku and ChiChi would have been more fleshed out, not to mention the blank years between Vegeta and Bulma getting together, as it is, fans can only speculate, those questions of why drive me crazy.

The reason for this post is the fact that the story of Reborn for You revolves around not only Bardock and Ringo's suppressed feelings for each other but the ripple effects as well as the consequences of when they finally get together. I thought long and hard about this, whether it's worth continuing the fic and I decided that it was.

This is an indulgence to and for myself.

It will slightly follow canon events in the fact that Kakarot/Goku is sent to Earth but ultimately, this story will be very AU.

I'll be diving into the Saiyan lifestyle much deeper than ever. Hell, I might invite y'all to make an OC that could end up with some of DBZ's most iconic characters, it's up in the air at the moment. I have big plans for this fan fiction and it will be updated every week. Ex: Still Here is updated one week, Reborn in another, etc.

This trend will continue until both stories' completion and according to my work schedule.

"Talking" Normal speech

'Insert witty comments' Thoughts

"No." Conjoined speech w/both past & present lives

"ta o wum potwof waf yam ta maya wut wum wure torku oy" Saiyan pronunciation w/o translation; jfklsjf xD

Resilience is accepting your new reality, even if it's less good than the one you had before.

I've never had any close 'siblings' before I met Fasha and Gine.

After the death of Father's true mate, Yamma, a Low-class Saiyajin and technician, he was quickly forced to marry a younger woman, even more exciting, according to Father's parents, she'd been born into a more influential family, fifth in line for the right to secure the title of her mother's business.

"Do not ever imply that my daughter is lesser than you and yours. If you can follow this simple mandate, I have faith that we'll get along fine."

"'Get along?', Escar-"

"This is not a love match." Seeing the tiny flinch, Escar reached a hand out, carefully gripping her wrist and using his thumb to rub rhythmic circles into the skin. "It isn't. I'm sorry, Okara, if my or your parents implied that it would be."

"And you will not even try, will you?"

"I will try, but this pain…" Sighing, Escar met Okara's eyes evenly. "I can't explain it any better than the fact that it is crippling. Breath stealing. If I could lay in bed all day without eating, drinking, or fighting, I would." He ignored the tiny gasp the female accidentally let out, understanding what he didn't say. "I would but I have obligations. A duty to my daughter and now you." Pulling his hand back, he ran it through his hair wearily. "I will not be dismissive or cruel to your own daughter and any children that we have later. I only ask that you respect that Ringo is, she is…"

"She is your daughter. Our daughter." Smiling at Escar's surprised and grateful look, Okara looked away. "I have been a tool for a long time. Used to climb the social ladder. None of my intended mates were as forthcoming or honest as you just now. Even fewer showed the slightest intention to want to treat my little one, Maiz, equally and fairly." Looking up at the sky, she smiled wistfully, "You are rather peculiar, Escar."

"Uh...thank..you?"

It wasn't for lack of trying on my siblings' part, especially big sister, Maiz. I just wasn't fit to be a part of the Courts and dealing with political intrigue, and all the mind games, or platitudes. I couldn't even find enjoyment in tinkering with machinery, which likely disappointed Father too, even though he insisted that it wasn't an issue.

But fighting? I was good at that. A prodigy. Tarro had already been drafted into the Elite squad of the Saiyajin army and pressuring Father to let me join up too. Father was leery of the suggestion, he didn't like how in just a short time, his normally easy-going son had become more boastful and scorning towards the Low class branch. Mother, while sympathetic to a degree, didn't have quite enough empathy to really get offended by her son's change in philosophy towards 'the less fortunate'.

I probably would have just done whatever my parents decided, having been ambivalent about my future since I was old enough to recognize that most likely I would be married to a General or socialite. I would have been unhappy but I didn't see any other way around the situation.

Then the most shocking thing happened.

Father denied Tarro's wishes and instead had me enlisted in the Low class division. I shared a room with Fasha and Gine with six other females. I didn't like any of them. However, when your commanding officer drops you off on a hostile planet with the only advice being to not die? Petty grudges get kicked off to the side. More than half of us died in under an hour, two survived; Fasha, Gine and I banded together. The next day, the survivors were picked up and dropped off home again. New recruits were brought in for another few years, most of them died.

After the fourth year, we were finally deemed ready to join our own team. Gine had been hinting that she wanted to leave the Army and join the technical crew for awhile. Fasha kept urging her to tough it out with us, to stop being a wimp. I tried to stay out of their arguments as much as possible even though part of me agreed with Fasha.

So we stayed together another year.

The first assignment we had together went pear shaped and a veteran squad was sent as part of clean up and body retrieval.

That's when I met him. Bardock.

Years of being completely disinterested in posturing males and females, but everything inside of me was intensely drawn to him.

He was lethal, raw. Dangerous. But also, strangely graceful.

And wholly unimpressed with us because he had to save Gine.

I tried to fight the attraction. Especially since Gine clearly desired him too, even though my instincts demanded that I put her in her place. The higher ups liked how well we worked together and when Gine dropped out of the Army, Fasha and I were inducted into Bardock's growing team.

"Why do you do that?"

Tossing the dead body to the side, Ringo glanced back to see that it was Bardock. "Do what, sir?" Trying to ignore him in hopes of completing the self appointed task.

"Speak to me like you hate me." I winced but he couldn't see it, thankfully. "But your body is sending me a completely different signal. And it's messing up the team dynamics. So just get it out of your system."

Snorting, she shook her head, "Funny, but no one has complained about this to me." When she was forcefully yanked around to face Bardock, Ringo attempted to glare. His scent was clouding her ability to think, he was a head taller than her, making her feel not trapped, exactly...

"Your indecisive behavior is bothering me." Leaning closer, Bardock deliberately sniffed at the area of her neck. Against her will, Ringo felt her face flush. "Don't you ever get tired of that self control of yours? Of never going after what you want? Or is it the class difference that holds you back?" Opening and closing her mouth, eventually, Ringo just shook her head, eyes glazed over with want. Bardock nuzzled her neck area, using one hand to touch and caress the skin not protected by her battle armor. "Let me have you." He pressed against her, blatant with his wants, and Ringo can't even tease him as her leg wound around his waist just as quickly, clutching him to her as she murmured her surrender.

"Lekwuy…"

I can't really regret what happened between Bardock and I. The truth of Turles' paternity is known only to Fasha and Tarro. Father was upset that I refused to let him know the child's father but with Turles being a Low class Saiyjin, he couldn't justify keeping the baby with the rest of the family. Sometimes I see the boy, occasionally we spar and have awkward conversation until the time he goes out to purge planets.

I never tell him that I'm proud of him, or that I love him.

Words like that I took for granted growing up.

I wonder if he hates me and then I accept that I would deserve it.

/Healing complete. Status: Functional./

The voice sounded slightly mechanical, like one of those computer programs from Dudley's favorite TV show, the Avengers. What is the technical term again? Artificial Intelligence? An AI?

Whatever, that was of no use now.

Eyelids feeling heavy, nevertheless, Ringo was determined. Glancing around through wet lashes, with weak fingers, she reached up to pull the electrode wires from her forehead which monitors her brainwaves and alerted the person in charge of abnormalities. The green water, with it's healing properties, slowly drained from the tank, leaving her naked and chilled, but also still terribly weak.

'Stand up straight.' Leaning heavily against the glass, Ringo willed her body to listen to her mind's commands. It took a few tries before she could let go of the one thing holding her up and she had to find her balance to avoid bashing her head on the floor(?) when a wave of vertigo almost sent her to her knees. 'You are stronger than this. Now get up.'

The glass tube let out a grinding noise as it lowered. Freeing her.

Ringo took one step. Wobbled like a newborn fowl finding it's footing for the first time. Another staggering step before she was slowly straightening her back.

...Five, six, seven, eight, yaay! You're doing so well, Harry. How many planets are in the universe, Ringo?

"Nnngh…" Pain lanced through her as she jabbed her side into something sharp but she continued her stride forward, pressing her hand onto the keypad on the right hand side, and there was a slight hissing before the doorway opened.

"You're in no condition to be up." Fasha chided. "I swear, you do this every time after being in the rejuvenation tank for awhile." With a firm hand, the other female half dragged, half carried her friend back into the room, dropping her into a seat. "You're not even decent."

"Sorry."

"Don't be sorry. Be better." Bustling around the room, she eventually found something for Ringo to wear. The material was flimsy, almost like water between her fingertips. "...Need help getting it on, huh? You got a hard blow to the head. rome-Ezra said you might be unsteady for a few days."

Giving her a grateful look, Ringo refrained from nodding as the motion might make her sick. "We did manage to get the idiots who caught me off guard? Purged the planet just like Lord Frieza wanted?"

"It might fetch 2000 yuane." There was dark amusement in Fasha's voice. "Bardock and Tora became a bit...enthusiastic when you went down." Ringo let out a dry sound that could pass for a laugh. "Frieza didn't seem upset, regardless. So don't worry about it so much, okay?" Waiting until Ringo nodded, Fasha half helped her stand. "If you're up for it, you have people wanting to see you."

"Give me a hint."

"It's a surprise."

"Now you're just holding it against me that you know something that I don't."

Fasha's laughter is low pitched and theatrically sinister so Ringo isn't too worried, until…

And boom. I'm stopping there. I love to write a cliffhanger.

Yuane: A form of currency.

2000 yuane is roughly about two hundred dollars in human terminology.

(1): Mine (possessive)

This chapter has been updated September 13, 2019 11:48 PM