****A/N: This may get a little bizarre as the story progresses. I don't
know anything about Bardock except what I've read about him, so he may be a
little OOC. Anything else? I don't know.
Thank you…
Jen… for being the first to review this story. I do plan on continuing as best I can… which might be better if I were given a few suggestions… *hint, hint?*
Burenda… *huggles* I read "A Wish For The Past" and I loved it. I'm actually kinda shocked that you found this so quickly though… *^-^* You know? You should be famous…
Jade… Vegeta had a crew cut in GT… I thought it was cute… *grins*.
Did anybody notice the pun in the title?
Disclaimer: You know? I always forget…
Warnings: Attempted humor, OOC… all that kind of stuff… Nothing naughty though… Nothing that would cause my parents to become violent should they read it… minor bad language… yadda yadda…****
*
He was having a little trouble swallowing the whole story. Kakkarot should be dead a hundred times over if what Vegeta said was even half true. All in all, the whole affair was giving Bardock a massive headache.
For some unknown reason, Kakkarot had only died twice. Bardock was proud of his son. He never expected to see him again, after he was shipped off to Chikyuu, but it was wonderful, getting a chance to see what his son had become.
They were just arriving at CC, which happened to be Prince, no, King Vegeta's home. {I'll never be able to think of him as king…} Bardock smiled. His smile wasn't like his son's smile. It was similar to one of Vegeta's, only softer. {I'll always be correcting myself…} As his smile widened it became increasingly similar to the smile that often graced Goku's face.
Vegeta noticed the look. He was surprised that someone raised on Vegeta- sei was able to make such an expression. "What is so amusing?" he asked, exasperated. The look on the respected commander's face was too much to take. He was showing his similarities to Kakkarot, and Vegeta didn't like that.
"It's going to be hard," Bardock mused, "to think of you as king. Less than a half hour ago, I saw you as a ten year old prince… now I see you as an adult, hair cut short, and with a child of your own, and you're king now… Let's just say that I'm having a hard time adjusting." He laughed.
Vegeta had always had entertaining mood swings. The only difference now was that Vegeta could easily kill him. Bardock wasn't worried though, after all, he was really living on borrowed time. He should be dead.
Vegeta had no clue as to why that would be funny. "I'll tell Onna to call Kakkarot." He walked into the building uneasily. It seemed like he was trying not to break anything. He turned to Bardock. "You break it, you buy it," he said, "and since I know that you have no money, you'll buy it with your life. Got that?"
"I do know how to avoid breaking things, milord." Bardock grinned. "Why so worried about it, though?"
Vegeta shuddered, "Can't stand Onna's shrieking."
Bardock chuckled. It was amusing to see the royalty of Vegeta-sei so… whipped.
"Onna!" Vegeta yelled.
"What now, Vegeta? Did you bring back Goten and Trunks?"
"Iie! They went into hiding."
"That's because you're always threatening Goten. Now it'll be days before they come back, baka yaro!" The loud onna's voice was coming from upstairs. "I should have asked Gohan to go get them. He's nicer, and they aren't afraid of him." A beautiful face surrounded by blue hair peeked over the stair railing.
"Call Kakkarot." Vegeta glared up at the pretty face.
"Why don't you?" she asked loudly.
{Kuso! Her voice makes my head hurt. How can Vegeta stand this?} Bardock gained a little more respect for the prince, {King.}, he reminded himself again.
"Because, I never use that stupid contraption. You expect me to know how to use it?"
She sighed, resigned, "What do you want me to call him for?"
Vegeta shrugged, "Just tell him that I found someone that he should meet."
"Are you saying that you found a wandering psychiatrist?"
Vegeta chuckled sourly. "Would that it were."
Bardock feigned a pout. "Are you saying that you don't like me, milord?"
The onna laughed. "Who are you? Come out where I can see you."
Bardock stepped up beside Vegeta, who growled. Paying no mind to this, Bardock studied the woman. After a moment, he nodded. SHE, on the other hand, stared in shock.
"So-Son K-Kun? No, you're not Son Kun, but… you look so much like him…" Bardock wondered what the onna was talking about. Her confusion was almost funny, though. "Kami…" she whispered. "Okay, Vegeta, I'll go call Son Kun. He might be surprised too." She left the staircase in a hurry.
"Milord?" Bardock asked.
"Nani?"
"What is the onna's name? Since she is your mate, I'd prefer to address her properly."
"Onna's name is Bulma."
Bardock grinned the grin that his son was famous for.
"Don't laugh about it. Her surname is…"
"Briefs. I know. That's what your brat told me. And his name," Bardock chuckled, "Trunks. Why'd you let her get away with that?"
Vegeta shrugged. "She absolutely refused to follow my family tradition…"
Bardock nearly facevaulted. This was hilarious. The naming tradition of the royalty of Vegeta-sei was pushed aside by a ningen family's underwear naming tradition? Bardock laughed harder. {Wonder what she'd name a girl? Bra? Panty?}
Bulma's voice called out from the top of the stairs, "He'll be here any… Eeek! Son Kun! Be careful when you do that! You scared the living daylights out of me!" she yelled at someone that Bardock couldn't see.
"Gomen, Bulma. I didn't mean to scare you like that…" a soft, cheerful voice answered.
"You should have remembered what happened last time!!!"
"Kakkarot!" Vegeta decided to interfere. "Come down here. There is someone here that you would like to meet."
"Coming…"
"No flying in the house, Goku!" Bulma's voice called out again.
"Gomen…"
Bardock shook his head. "He apologizes too much."
"Hai," muttered Vegeta.
Bardock watched his lookalike walk down the stairs. This one looked more like him than the boy from earlier had. The only differences between them that Bardock could see were their clothes, and facial expressions… and Bardock's scar.
The other man walked completely up to him before saying anything, and when he did, it was directed at Vegeta. "Since when did you put a mirror in the living room, Vegeta?"
Vegeta sweatdropped. "Kakkarot…"
Bardock spoke, "So…" his voice lowered to barely above a whisper, "you're my son…"
**** Oooh! Cliffy! *hides from assassins under bed*
*silence reigns for a few minutes…* Are they gone yet?
Okay! I guess so… *climbs out from under bed* *the sound of a gunshot rings through the room* *screams* I guess not! *dives back under bed* If you wanna help me, let me know, okay?
Thank you…
Jen… for being the first to review this story. I do plan on continuing as best I can… which might be better if I were given a few suggestions… *hint, hint?*
Burenda… *huggles* I read "A Wish For The Past" and I loved it. I'm actually kinda shocked that you found this so quickly though… *^-^* You know? You should be famous…
Jade… Vegeta had a crew cut in GT… I thought it was cute… *grins*.
Did anybody notice the pun in the title?
Disclaimer: You know? I always forget…
Warnings: Attempted humor, OOC… all that kind of stuff… Nothing naughty though… Nothing that would cause my parents to become violent should they read it… minor bad language… yadda yadda…****
*
He was having a little trouble swallowing the whole story. Kakkarot should be dead a hundred times over if what Vegeta said was even half true. All in all, the whole affair was giving Bardock a massive headache.
For some unknown reason, Kakkarot had only died twice. Bardock was proud of his son. He never expected to see him again, after he was shipped off to Chikyuu, but it was wonderful, getting a chance to see what his son had become.
They were just arriving at CC, which happened to be Prince, no, King Vegeta's home. {I'll never be able to think of him as king…} Bardock smiled. His smile wasn't like his son's smile. It was similar to one of Vegeta's, only softer. {I'll always be correcting myself…} As his smile widened it became increasingly similar to the smile that often graced Goku's face.
Vegeta noticed the look. He was surprised that someone raised on Vegeta- sei was able to make such an expression. "What is so amusing?" he asked, exasperated. The look on the respected commander's face was too much to take. He was showing his similarities to Kakkarot, and Vegeta didn't like that.
"It's going to be hard," Bardock mused, "to think of you as king. Less than a half hour ago, I saw you as a ten year old prince… now I see you as an adult, hair cut short, and with a child of your own, and you're king now… Let's just say that I'm having a hard time adjusting." He laughed.
Vegeta had always had entertaining mood swings. The only difference now was that Vegeta could easily kill him. Bardock wasn't worried though, after all, he was really living on borrowed time. He should be dead.
Vegeta had no clue as to why that would be funny. "I'll tell Onna to call Kakkarot." He walked into the building uneasily. It seemed like he was trying not to break anything. He turned to Bardock. "You break it, you buy it," he said, "and since I know that you have no money, you'll buy it with your life. Got that?"
"I do know how to avoid breaking things, milord." Bardock grinned. "Why so worried about it, though?"
Vegeta shuddered, "Can't stand Onna's shrieking."
Bardock chuckled. It was amusing to see the royalty of Vegeta-sei so… whipped.
"Onna!" Vegeta yelled.
"What now, Vegeta? Did you bring back Goten and Trunks?"
"Iie! They went into hiding."
"That's because you're always threatening Goten. Now it'll be days before they come back, baka yaro!" The loud onna's voice was coming from upstairs. "I should have asked Gohan to go get them. He's nicer, and they aren't afraid of him." A beautiful face surrounded by blue hair peeked over the stair railing.
"Call Kakkarot." Vegeta glared up at the pretty face.
"Why don't you?" she asked loudly.
{Kuso! Her voice makes my head hurt. How can Vegeta stand this?} Bardock gained a little more respect for the prince, {King.}, he reminded himself again.
"Because, I never use that stupid contraption. You expect me to know how to use it?"
She sighed, resigned, "What do you want me to call him for?"
Vegeta shrugged, "Just tell him that I found someone that he should meet."
"Are you saying that you found a wandering psychiatrist?"
Vegeta chuckled sourly. "Would that it were."
Bardock feigned a pout. "Are you saying that you don't like me, milord?"
The onna laughed. "Who are you? Come out where I can see you."
Bardock stepped up beside Vegeta, who growled. Paying no mind to this, Bardock studied the woman. After a moment, he nodded. SHE, on the other hand, stared in shock.
"So-Son K-Kun? No, you're not Son Kun, but… you look so much like him…" Bardock wondered what the onna was talking about. Her confusion was almost funny, though. "Kami…" she whispered. "Okay, Vegeta, I'll go call Son Kun. He might be surprised too." She left the staircase in a hurry.
"Milord?" Bardock asked.
"Nani?"
"What is the onna's name? Since she is your mate, I'd prefer to address her properly."
"Onna's name is Bulma."
Bardock grinned the grin that his son was famous for.
"Don't laugh about it. Her surname is…"
"Briefs. I know. That's what your brat told me. And his name," Bardock chuckled, "Trunks. Why'd you let her get away with that?"
Vegeta shrugged. "She absolutely refused to follow my family tradition…"
Bardock nearly facevaulted. This was hilarious. The naming tradition of the royalty of Vegeta-sei was pushed aside by a ningen family's underwear naming tradition? Bardock laughed harder. {Wonder what she'd name a girl? Bra? Panty?}
Bulma's voice called out from the top of the stairs, "He'll be here any… Eeek! Son Kun! Be careful when you do that! You scared the living daylights out of me!" she yelled at someone that Bardock couldn't see.
"Gomen, Bulma. I didn't mean to scare you like that…" a soft, cheerful voice answered.
"You should have remembered what happened last time!!!"
"Kakkarot!" Vegeta decided to interfere. "Come down here. There is someone here that you would like to meet."
"Coming…"
"No flying in the house, Goku!" Bulma's voice called out again.
"Gomen…"
Bardock shook his head. "He apologizes too much."
"Hai," muttered Vegeta.
Bardock watched his lookalike walk down the stairs. This one looked more like him than the boy from earlier had. The only differences between them that Bardock could see were their clothes, and facial expressions… and Bardock's scar.
The other man walked completely up to him before saying anything, and when he did, it was directed at Vegeta. "Since when did you put a mirror in the living room, Vegeta?"
Vegeta sweatdropped. "Kakkarot…"
Bardock spoke, "So…" his voice lowered to barely above a whisper, "you're my son…"
**** Oooh! Cliffy! *hides from assassins under bed*
*silence reigns for a few minutes…* Are they gone yet?
Okay! I guess so… *climbs out from under bed* *the sound of a gunshot rings through the room* *screams* I guess not! *dives back under bed* If you wanna help me, let me know, okay?