TITLE: Chapter Nine - Ailing Saiyan
AUTHOR: Rachel Wong
AUTHOR'S EMAIL: Hidden_Angel_83@hotmail.com
RATING: PG-13
PAIRINGS: None
WARNINGS: None
NOTE: This is set in an alternate universe. Please do not read it if you do not like A/U's. As I have mentioned, this is a story about B/V. There will be a bit on G/CC as well. If you don't like them, please don't read. And YES! Everyone is OOC (out of character) other than Vegeta. Like I said, this is an A/U. It is MY A/U. So if you don't like it, don't read it. If you have the time, please also read my partnered fic (partner is Kureeji) called Eyes in Dark Corners.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Dragonball Z and am in no way connected to them. I only wish I was, than I'd have at least SOME $$$. Seeing as how I am broke, sueing me would do you no good. =Þ
Last time on The Prince Bows:
"Bardock?" The Princess stood in front of Bardock nervously. "Are you okay?"
"Oh. I'm sorry my Princess."
"Are you okay? You seemed to be thinking about something. What is it? Is something wrong?"
"Something horrible is going to happen. Something is terribly wrong. Princess, do you know where Kakkarot is? He must be warned."
*****
Kakkarot sat alone on his favourite little island with a faint little headache growing in his head. He had heard Chi Chi's acceptance to Yamcha's proposal. He had been on his way back to the barracks when his sensitive Saiyan ears picked up the conversation at her house. Why had she agreed? Hadn't she said that she loved him, Kakkarot? His mind raced and his heart froze as his worse fears came true. In a way, she was rejecting him by taking another mate. He couldn't believe it. He could defeat some of the worst enemies in the universe, yet he couldn't even be with the one girl that he loved.
"What is a warrior like yourself doing moping around here?"
Kakkarot glared up at Piccolo. He had been so absorbed in thought that he hadn't sensed Piccolo's ki approach. "What do you want?"
"A warrior like you shouldn't be sitting around doing nothing." Piccolo was in his regular stance, arms crossed over his chest. "You should be training. Danger may arrive at any moment. You, of all people, should know that."
"Leave me alone. You have no right to tell me what to do."
"Fine. You are wasting away your own life sitting here. It is your choice." Piccolo left to meditate some more even though he was getting tired of it. Kakkarot didn't seem interested in sparring anymore. He seemed lost in some kind of self pity. Piccolo shook his head as he left, not sure what had come over the powerful warrior.
*****
Kakkarot entered the barracks feeling extremely tired but not really understanding why. Afterall, he hadn't done any training at all. Why was he so tired? And why was his head throbbing? Was he sick? Impossible, Saiyans rarely ever got sick. Too exhausted to understand or try to comprehend, he dropped onto his bunk and was asleep in seconds.
*****
Kakkarot woke up tremdendously upset. He was still very tired and didn't understand why he was even awake yet. Voices began finding their way into his head. He groggily sat up and glared all around him. Why was everyone so happy? He could tell that half of the soldiers present were drunk beyond words. It didn't help matters that he had a headache which rivaled the one his father had given him on the day he had "tried to kill the Princess". He desperately wanted to drink (no...not water people...you know what I mean), to become so drunk he could lose all explainable thought, even if it was just for a short while. But he wouldn't. Besides, drinks couldn't make a Saiyan drunk anyway. At least, not the drinks on Earth. His father had often told him that the drinks on Planet Vegeta would kill any of the earthlings that drank it, that's how strong they were.
Kakkarot shook his head from side to side, trying to make the pain in his head subside, or better yet, go away. He figured that some fresh air would help clear his headache. He managed to stumble his way to the door and was about to leave the racket filled barrack when his ears picked up on a conversation.
"Cheers boys! To Yamcha for picking up one of the hottest chicks on Earth for his future wife."
Kakkarot snapped. This was what all the fuss was about? They had made all this noise and woken him up, in the early evening, because they were celebrating the little weaklings engagement? The whole world began to tilt and Kakkarot fell to his knees. What the hell is wrong with me? The world stopped tilting and he was surrounded by total darkness as the mighty Saiyan warrior collapsed onto the floor.
*****
Bardock bent over his son in concern. He had gone in search of Kakkarot earlier that afternoon when he found out the news himself. He had become alarmed when his son's ki had begun to fade, and than suddenly drop quickly. He knew that Kakkarot wasn't popular among the warriors, but he was surprised that no one had bothered to help him up yet. He was sure that at least a few people had spotted Kakkarot unconciously sprawled out on the floor. Bardock shook his head in frustration.
He picked up his son and carried him to his own chambers in the palace. Things were looking bad. Really bad.
*****
Kakkarot woke up with a wet, cold towel on his forehead. He opened his eyes quickly, aware that he wasn't in his bunk or in his barrack for that matter. He tried to sit up but a hand pushed him roughly down. He glared at the people looking down at him. His father had a stern "don't argue with me" look on his face while the Princess was sitting beside him making some kind of notes. Piccolo was also there, arms crossed, no emotions showing.
Kakkarot groaned as the force of his headache returned.
"Everything about him seems normal." The Princess gave a worried look at him from over her papers. "I can't find anything wrong with him. Maybe he's just tired and stressed out. Nothing a little rest won't heal."
"Than let me rest. I want to go back to my bunk."
"Kakkarot, you can rest here for the night if..."
"No father. I want to be back in my bunk." His voice held no room for disagreement. He didn't know why, he just wouldn't feel right sleeping in his father's bedroom while his father slept elsewhere.
"If you say so, but before you leave here, I have some news to pass your way." Kakkarot desperately prayed to Kami hoping it wasn't the news about Yamcha and Chi Chi. He had heard enough of that to last him a lifetime.
"What?"
"I am telling this to the three of you and I ask that the three of you do not tell anyone else. It would only cause widespread terror and chaos. We don't need that." Three heads nodded. Well, more like two and a half as Kakkarot tried to nod but couldn't nod properly, his head threatening to explode if he did. "Good." Bardock took a deep breath. "Frieza and King Cold are coming to Earth." Two blank stares greeted this statement as Kakkarot and the Princess were completely lost. Bardock sighed forgetting just how little they knew about the universe.
Piccolo stared in complete shock. "THE Frieza and King Cold? How do you know they are coming?"
"Yes Piccolo. THE Frieza and King Cold. I know they are coming because I had another vision. I did not see the outcome, merely their spaceship looming over Earth." Bardock sensed that his son was about ready to yell demanding to know who Frieza and King Cold were. "Frieza was the boss of the Ginyu Force. The Ginyu Force does not even compare with him in power. And if that wasn't bad enough, King Cold is even worse. Both are ruthless fighters. Frieza can transform up to three times, each transformation brings on more power. King Cold has no need to transform so has never learned how to. They rule more than 1/3 of the universe. Beta rules the other third while yet another third, a shrinking third, remains free."
The Princess was in complete shock. "Well...we have our own transforming hero in Kakkarot right? And when will they be here?"
Bardock shook his head. "I don't know if Kakkarot, alone, is enough to beat both father and son." Total silence greeted this new message. "They will spare no one. The Earth has destroyed Frieza's special forces, he will kill everyone, warrior or not." Again, total silence. "Remember that we all said we would tell no one. If we did, total chaos would break out. As to when he will get here, all I know for sure is that he will be here soon. Very soon." Bardock looked at the three faces around him noticing how tired they all appeared. "Though I don't know what to do about this whole Frieza and King Cold thing, we will work out a plan later, I hope. For now, everyone needs to rest."
No one objected, all too shocked to object. As Piccolo and Kakkarot were leaving, Piccolo murmured to Kakkarot. "I hope this gives you a reason to want to train instead of moping around all day." Without another word, Kakkarot was left standing alone in the middle of the hall, watching Piccolo's back as he flew off to his ambassador's chamber.
Kakkarot murmured a few choice words under his breath about Piccolo before proceeding on his way. He held his head in one hand as he walked back to his barrack. Why was his head hurting so much? Damn! Suddenly, he felt himself run into someone else.
"Kuso! Are you blind baka? I'm going to...." The words trailed from Yamcha's mouth as he looked up and realized who he was talking to.
Kakkarot was about to beat the living daylights out of him for daring to speak to him like that when he saw Chi Chi. The two just looked at each other. Wordless. Nothing to say between them. Chi Chi quickly looked away and bent down to help her fiancee up. "Are you okay sweetie? Did the monster hurt you at all?"
Kakkarot flushed. He could swear she was doing this on purpose. Damn her. Why was she always making him feel so many emotions at once! It was confusing the hell out of him. He felt his anger rise as she leaned over to kiss Yamcha. He wanted to tear them away from each other, but instead, just continued to walk back to his barrack. He constantly reminded himself that he had other, more important things to worry about.
*****
Chi Chi sighed. As sweet as Yamcha was, she knew he wasn't the one for her. They had spent most of the day together and whenever he hugged her, or even kissed her, she knew that something was missing. She didn't feel like she had when she was in Kakkarot's arms, she didn't feel safe, secure, or cared for. The sparks just weren't there for them.
What could she do now? Nothing. She had already promised her hand away to Yamcha and couldn't go back on her word. She would have to live with the consequences of a rushed decision. She should have told him she wanted some time to think about it but at that moment, she had wanted nothing more than to get back at Kakkarot, and that seemed like the perfect thing to do.
She had thought that she wanted to make Kakkarot mad, wanted to see him in pain. Than why wasn't she happy? She could tell that she had definitely made him mad by kissing Yamcha, yet she wasn't happy at all, she was upset. Why did love have to be so confusing? A headache began to form in her head, not unlike Kakkarot's, just thinking about her situation. She closed her eyes fighting back the tears and trying to force the pain to leave her alone.
*****
Kakkarot woke up early the next morning. His head was still hurting, but not as much as his heart. His dreams had been consumed with Chi Chi kissing Yamcha. He couldn't believe how little control he had over his thoughts. He was becoming weak. Piccolo was right. He needed to train more.
He quickly got out of bed, sensing that Piccolo was already up as well. He cleaned himself up quickly (I mean brushed his teeth and stuff), wanting to do nothing but fight. Fighting always kept his mind from wandering and right now, his mind was wandering to a certain human female just a bit too much for his liking. He tried to push the thought of Chi Chi out of his head but failed miserably.
Kakkarot mentally lectured himself about letting stupid human emotions get to him as he sought out Piccolo. Piccolo was meditating by the palace pond as Kakkarot touched down. Kakkarot's mouth nearly hit the floor as he saw that Piccolo wasn't alone. Tien, Yamcha, Krillen and Chao-tzu were also there.
Kakkarot crossed him arms and glared at the five warriors in front of him. He hadn't been paying attention to anyone else's ki, just Piccolo's. That explained why he hadn't sensed these other warriors. "What are they doing here Piccolo?" His emotionless voice broke the silence.
"They are the strongest warriors besides you, I and Bardock that the Earth has. We shall be training them in case the need arises for them to help out in a battle. You do understand me right?"
Kakkarot just glared. Yes, he understood. His father had doubted that he alone could beat Frieza and King Cold. That was why Piccolo was training the other four warriors, in case something happened to them. At least the Earth would have a last line of defence. "Hmph. Are we just going to stand around all day or are we going to train?"
Kakkarot had to surpress the urge to go, what his father called, Super Saiyan and crush the four weak Earth warriors. He wanted to test his new limits, wanted to see just how powerful he was. He knew he could not do that. After all, they were allies, even if he didn't like them, and they needed all the help they could get.
Soon after, Bardock joined them and the training intensified. Bardock watched his son as he took on the four Earth warriors and the Namekian. He could almost feel his sons anger and frustration in every punch. Where was his frustration coming from? Why was he so upset? Why did he look so pale? He shook his head trying to make sense of everything. Something was definitely wrong with his son, but what?
Kakkarot couldn't help it any longer. He released, by his standards, a medium sized ki ball at Yamcha, watching with a smirk on his face as the little Earthling was thrown roughly to the ground by it. Yamcha tried to get back up but his world was spinning so much that he toppled over again.
"What are you doing? Are you trying to kill my fiancee? What's your problem Kakkarot."
Kakkarot turned around, knowing that it was Chi Chi and the Princess by their ki. "We are training." He hissed out at Chi Chi.
"Training? Killing my fiancee is training? If so, than I won't let him train with you anymore. I wouldn't want my sugar bear to be too badly hurt."
Kakkarot just scowled as she wrapped her arms around Yamcha and helped him to stand up.
Bulma could feel the tension in the air as Kakkarot glared at Chi Chi and Yamcha while Chi Chi gave him looks that, if they could kill, would have done just that. "Um, I think Yamcha should take the rest of the day off. Wouldn't want to overwork him now would we?" Yamcha agreed weakly and was lead away by Chi Chi. Bulma promptly followed, feeling nervous around the tense warriors.
Kakkarot growled from deep in his throat. Sugar bear? What the hell was that?
*****
Five of the six warriors sat panting for breath. Krillen, Tien, Chao-tzu, Piccolo and Bardock were tired and bruised. Kakkarot was the only one who appeared to be fine. Piccolo and Bardock had been the only ones capable of touching him, and even than, it did little damage to the Saiyan. He just stood glaring at them, tail around his waist and arms across his chest. "We should call it a day." Bardock managed to pant out. "We'll need our rest so that we can train bright and early tomorrow morning."
They all walked in their own respective directions, back to their rooms or in some cases, their bunks. Kakkarot remained where he was, staring out into space, face betraying nothing. Though his appearance was calm, Kakkarot's insides twisted, many emotions all meshing into one. Once again, his head began to pound relentlessly. What was wrong with him anyway?
*****
Chi Chi was headed back to the palace and her room after making sure Yamcha was feeling comfortable. She was still shocked at how powerful of a ki ball Kakkarot had shot at him. She sighed and continued to walk as the pain that had been in her head all day began to diminish. A hand shot out of the darkness and covered her mouth. She tried to scream but the hand was too tight. She was spun around quickly and found herself staring into the eyes of her "attacker".
SPECIAL NOTE: Okie guys, if you haven't noticied, time in my story is going a bit weird. Vegeta's fight with Beta is dragging on over what seems like days. Let me clear something up. Vegeta's fight with Beta only lasts about an hour. The reason it gets dragged out over days (Earth time) is because I didn't want the Vegeta fans out there to think that I had forgotten about the Prince of Darkness. So Vegeta's fight doesn't happen until after Frieza and King Cold come to Earth? Everything cleared up? Sorry if I'm confusing anyone. Oh yeah, next chapter reveals some things about one of the main character's past.
AUTHOR: Rachel Wong
AUTHOR'S EMAIL: Hidden_Angel_83@hotmail.com
RATING: PG-13
PAIRINGS: None
WARNINGS: None
NOTE: This is set in an alternate universe. Please do not read it if you do not like A/U's. As I have mentioned, this is a story about B/V. There will be a bit on G/CC as well. If you don't like them, please don't read. And YES! Everyone is OOC (out of character) other than Vegeta. Like I said, this is an A/U. It is MY A/U. So if you don't like it, don't read it. If you have the time, please also read my partnered fic (partner is Kureeji) called Eyes in Dark Corners.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Dragonball Z and am in no way connected to them. I only wish I was, than I'd have at least SOME $$$. Seeing as how I am broke, sueing me would do you no good. =Þ
Last time on The Prince Bows:
"Bardock?" The Princess stood in front of Bardock nervously. "Are you okay?"
"Oh. I'm sorry my Princess."
"Are you okay? You seemed to be thinking about something. What is it? Is something wrong?"
"Something horrible is going to happen. Something is terribly wrong. Princess, do you know where Kakkarot is? He must be warned."
*****
Kakkarot sat alone on his favourite little island with a faint little headache growing in his head. He had heard Chi Chi's acceptance to Yamcha's proposal. He had been on his way back to the barracks when his sensitive Saiyan ears picked up the conversation at her house. Why had she agreed? Hadn't she said that she loved him, Kakkarot? His mind raced and his heart froze as his worse fears came true. In a way, she was rejecting him by taking another mate. He couldn't believe it. He could defeat some of the worst enemies in the universe, yet he couldn't even be with the one girl that he loved.
"What is a warrior like yourself doing moping around here?"
Kakkarot glared up at Piccolo. He had been so absorbed in thought that he hadn't sensed Piccolo's ki approach. "What do you want?"
"A warrior like you shouldn't be sitting around doing nothing." Piccolo was in his regular stance, arms crossed over his chest. "You should be training. Danger may arrive at any moment. You, of all people, should know that."
"Leave me alone. You have no right to tell me what to do."
"Fine. You are wasting away your own life sitting here. It is your choice." Piccolo left to meditate some more even though he was getting tired of it. Kakkarot didn't seem interested in sparring anymore. He seemed lost in some kind of self pity. Piccolo shook his head as he left, not sure what had come over the powerful warrior.
*****
Kakkarot entered the barracks feeling extremely tired but not really understanding why. Afterall, he hadn't done any training at all. Why was he so tired? And why was his head throbbing? Was he sick? Impossible, Saiyans rarely ever got sick. Too exhausted to understand or try to comprehend, he dropped onto his bunk and was asleep in seconds.
*****
Kakkarot woke up tremdendously upset. He was still very tired and didn't understand why he was even awake yet. Voices began finding their way into his head. He groggily sat up and glared all around him. Why was everyone so happy? He could tell that half of the soldiers present were drunk beyond words. It didn't help matters that he had a headache which rivaled the one his father had given him on the day he had "tried to kill the Princess". He desperately wanted to drink (no...not water people...you know what I mean), to become so drunk he could lose all explainable thought, even if it was just for a short while. But he wouldn't. Besides, drinks couldn't make a Saiyan drunk anyway. At least, not the drinks on Earth. His father had often told him that the drinks on Planet Vegeta would kill any of the earthlings that drank it, that's how strong they were.
Kakkarot shook his head from side to side, trying to make the pain in his head subside, or better yet, go away. He figured that some fresh air would help clear his headache. He managed to stumble his way to the door and was about to leave the racket filled barrack when his ears picked up on a conversation.
"Cheers boys! To Yamcha for picking up one of the hottest chicks on Earth for his future wife."
Kakkarot snapped. This was what all the fuss was about? They had made all this noise and woken him up, in the early evening, because they were celebrating the little weaklings engagement? The whole world began to tilt and Kakkarot fell to his knees. What the hell is wrong with me? The world stopped tilting and he was surrounded by total darkness as the mighty Saiyan warrior collapsed onto the floor.
*****
Bardock bent over his son in concern. He had gone in search of Kakkarot earlier that afternoon when he found out the news himself. He had become alarmed when his son's ki had begun to fade, and than suddenly drop quickly. He knew that Kakkarot wasn't popular among the warriors, but he was surprised that no one had bothered to help him up yet. He was sure that at least a few people had spotted Kakkarot unconciously sprawled out on the floor. Bardock shook his head in frustration.
He picked up his son and carried him to his own chambers in the palace. Things were looking bad. Really bad.
*****
Kakkarot woke up with a wet, cold towel on his forehead. He opened his eyes quickly, aware that he wasn't in his bunk or in his barrack for that matter. He tried to sit up but a hand pushed him roughly down. He glared at the people looking down at him. His father had a stern "don't argue with me" look on his face while the Princess was sitting beside him making some kind of notes. Piccolo was also there, arms crossed, no emotions showing.
Kakkarot groaned as the force of his headache returned.
"Everything about him seems normal." The Princess gave a worried look at him from over her papers. "I can't find anything wrong with him. Maybe he's just tired and stressed out. Nothing a little rest won't heal."
"Than let me rest. I want to go back to my bunk."
"Kakkarot, you can rest here for the night if..."
"No father. I want to be back in my bunk." His voice held no room for disagreement. He didn't know why, he just wouldn't feel right sleeping in his father's bedroom while his father slept elsewhere.
"If you say so, but before you leave here, I have some news to pass your way." Kakkarot desperately prayed to Kami hoping it wasn't the news about Yamcha and Chi Chi. He had heard enough of that to last him a lifetime.
"What?"
"I am telling this to the three of you and I ask that the three of you do not tell anyone else. It would only cause widespread terror and chaos. We don't need that." Three heads nodded. Well, more like two and a half as Kakkarot tried to nod but couldn't nod properly, his head threatening to explode if he did. "Good." Bardock took a deep breath. "Frieza and King Cold are coming to Earth." Two blank stares greeted this statement as Kakkarot and the Princess were completely lost. Bardock sighed forgetting just how little they knew about the universe.
Piccolo stared in complete shock. "THE Frieza and King Cold? How do you know they are coming?"
"Yes Piccolo. THE Frieza and King Cold. I know they are coming because I had another vision. I did not see the outcome, merely their spaceship looming over Earth." Bardock sensed that his son was about ready to yell demanding to know who Frieza and King Cold were. "Frieza was the boss of the Ginyu Force. The Ginyu Force does not even compare with him in power. And if that wasn't bad enough, King Cold is even worse. Both are ruthless fighters. Frieza can transform up to three times, each transformation brings on more power. King Cold has no need to transform so has never learned how to. They rule more than 1/3 of the universe. Beta rules the other third while yet another third, a shrinking third, remains free."
The Princess was in complete shock. "Well...we have our own transforming hero in Kakkarot right? And when will they be here?"
Bardock shook his head. "I don't know if Kakkarot, alone, is enough to beat both father and son." Total silence greeted this new message. "They will spare no one. The Earth has destroyed Frieza's special forces, he will kill everyone, warrior or not." Again, total silence. "Remember that we all said we would tell no one. If we did, total chaos would break out. As to when he will get here, all I know for sure is that he will be here soon. Very soon." Bardock looked at the three faces around him noticing how tired they all appeared. "Though I don't know what to do about this whole Frieza and King Cold thing, we will work out a plan later, I hope. For now, everyone needs to rest."
No one objected, all too shocked to object. As Piccolo and Kakkarot were leaving, Piccolo murmured to Kakkarot. "I hope this gives you a reason to want to train instead of moping around all day." Without another word, Kakkarot was left standing alone in the middle of the hall, watching Piccolo's back as he flew off to his ambassador's chamber.
Kakkarot murmured a few choice words under his breath about Piccolo before proceeding on his way. He held his head in one hand as he walked back to his barrack. Why was his head hurting so much? Damn! Suddenly, he felt himself run into someone else.
"Kuso! Are you blind baka? I'm going to...." The words trailed from Yamcha's mouth as he looked up and realized who he was talking to.
Kakkarot was about to beat the living daylights out of him for daring to speak to him like that when he saw Chi Chi. The two just looked at each other. Wordless. Nothing to say between them. Chi Chi quickly looked away and bent down to help her fiancee up. "Are you okay sweetie? Did the monster hurt you at all?"
Kakkarot flushed. He could swear she was doing this on purpose. Damn her. Why was she always making him feel so many emotions at once! It was confusing the hell out of him. He felt his anger rise as she leaned over to kiss Yamcha. He wanted to tear them away from each other, but instead, just continued to walk back to his barrack. He constantly reminded himself that he had other, more important things to worry about.
*****
Chi Chi sighed. As sweet as Yamcha was, she knew he wasn't the one for her. They had spent most of the day together and whenever he hugged her, or even kissed her, she knew that something was missing. She didn't feel like she had when she was in Kakkarot's arms, she didn't feel safe, secure, or cared for. The sparks just weren't there for them.
What could she do now? Nothing. She had already promised her hand away to Yamcha and couldn't go back on her word. She would have to live with the consequences of a rushed decision. She should have told him she wanted some time to think about it but at that moment, she had wanted nothing more than to get back at Kakkarot, and that seemed like the perfect thing to do.
She had thought that she wanted to make Kakkarot mad, wanted to see him in pain. Than why wasn't she happy? She could tell that she had definitely made him mad by kissing Yamcha, yet she wasn't happy at all, she was upset. Why did love have to be so confusing? A headache began to form in her head, not unlike Kakkarot's, just thinking about her situation. She closed her eyes fighting back the tears and trying to force the pain to leave her alone.
*****
Kakkarot woke up early the next morning. His head was still hurting, but not as much as his heart. His dreams had been consumed with Chi Chi kissing Yamcha. He couldn't believe how little control he had over his thoughts. He was becoming weak. Piccolo was right. He needed to train more.
He quickly got out of bed, sensing that Piccolo was already up as well. He cleaned himself up quickly (I mean brushed his teeth and stuff), wanting to do nothing but fight. Fighting always kept his mind from wandering and right now, his mind was wandering to a certain human female just a bit too much for his liking. He tried to push the thought of Chi Chi out of his head but failed miserably.
Kakkarot mentally lectured himself about letting stupid human emotions get to him as he sought out Piccolo. Piccolo was meditating by the palace pond as Kakkarot touched down. Kakkarot's mouth nearly hit the floor as he saw that Piccolo wasn't alone. Tien, Yamcha, Krillen and Chao-tzu were also there.
Kakkarot crossed him arms and glared at the five warriors in front of him. He hadn't been paying attention to anyone else's ki, just Piccolo's. That explained why he hadn't sensed these other warriors. "What are they doing here Piccolo?" His emotionless voice broke the silence.
"They are the strongest warriors besides you, I and Bardock that the Earth has. We shall be training them in case the need arises for them to help out in a battle. You do understand me right?"
Kakkarot just glared. Yes, he understood. His father had doubted that he alone could beat Frieza and King Cold. That was why Piccolo was training the other four warriors, in case something happened to them. At least the Earth would have a last line of defence. "Hmph. Are we just going to stand around all day or are we going to train?"
Kakkarot had to surpress the urge to go, what his father called, Super Saiyan and crush the four weak Earth warriors. He wanted to test his new limits, wanted to see just how powerful he was. He knew he could not do that. After all, they were allies, even if he didn't like them, and they needed all the help they could get.
Soon after, Bardock joined them and the training intensified. Bardock watched his son as he took on the four Earth warriors and the Namekian. He could almost feel his sons anger and frustration in every punch. Where was his frustration coming from? Why was he so upset? Why did he look so pale? He shook his head trying to make sense of everything. Something was definitely wrong with his son, but what?
Kakkarot couldn't help it any longer. He released, by his standards, a medium sized ki ball at Yamcha, watching with a smirk on his face as the little Earthling was thrown roughly to the ground by it. Yamcha tried to get back up but his world was spinning so much that he toppled over again.
"What are you doing? Are you trying to kill my fiancee? What's your problem Kakkarot."
Kakkarot turned around, knowing that it was Chi Chi and the Princess by their ki. "We are training." He hissed out at Chi Chi.
"Training? Killing my fiancee is training? If so, than I won't let him train with you anymore. I wouldn't want my sugar bear to be too badly hurt."
Kakkarot just scowled as she wrapped her arms around Yamcha and helped him to stand up.
Bulma could feel the tension in the air as Kakkarot glared at Chi Chi and Yamcha while Chi Chi gave him looks that, if they could kill, would have done just that. "Um, I think Yamcha should take the rest of the day off. Wouldn't want to overwork him now would we?" Yamcha agreed weakly and was lead away by Chi Chi. Bulma promptly followed, feeling nervous around the tense warriors.
Kakkarot growled from deep in his throat. Sugar bear? What the hell was that?
*****
Five of the six warriors sat panting for breath. Krillen, Tien, Chao-tzu, Piccolo and Bardock were tired and bruised. Kakkarot was the only one who appeared to be fine. Piccolo and Bardock had been the only ones capable of touching him, and even than, it did little damage to the Saiyan. He just stood glaring at them, tail around his waist and arms across his chest. "We should call it a day." Bardock managed to pant out. "We'll need our rest so that we can train bright and early tomorrow morning."
They all walked in their own respective directions, back to their rooms or in some cases, their bunks. Kakkarot remained where he was, staring out into space, face betraying nothing. Though his appearance was calm, Kakkarot's insides twisted, many emotions all meshing into one. Once again, his head began to pound relentlessly. What was wrong with him anyway?
*****
Chi Chi was headed back to the palace and her room after making sure Yamcha was feeling comfortable. She was still shocked at how powerful of a ki ball Kakkarot had shot at him. She sighed and continued to walk as the pain that had been in her head all day began to diminish. A hand shot out of the darkness and covered her mouth. She tried to scream but the hand was too tight. She was spun around quickly and found herself staring into the eyes of her "attacker".
SPECIAL NOTE: Okie guys, if you haven't noticied, time in my story is going a bit weird. Vegeta's fight with Beta is dragging on over what seems like days. Let me clear something up. Vegeta's fight with Beta only lasts about an hour. The reason it gets dragged out over days (Earth time) is because I didn't want the Vegeta fans out there to think that I had forgotten about the Prince of Darkness. So Vegeta's fight doesn't happen until after Frieza and King Cold come to Earth? Everything cleared up? Sorry if I'm confusing anyone. Oh yeah, next chapter reveals some things about one of the main character's past.