First And Final Love

a/n: I always wondered what it was like for this saiyan growing up on Planet Vegeta so here is my story of what i thought it was like. I wonder how alike he was to his son , Goku. BTW, this is a brand new fic! And it's from Goku's mother's point of view! Enjoy! ^_^

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Too many years has it been since i remember that magical night i had spent with the man of my dreams. He had the most charming of smiles, black eyes that shone more brightly than any sun that had ever crawled high into the sky. He had a heart filled with love that knew of no limits and such kindness that was a rarity among his kind. Most importantly, for his stature and rank among his kind, he was strong. He had a feirce way of fighting, determination and ambition unlike any other lower class saiyan, his mind was pure and his heart was clear and he fought for honour and for his king, the righteous King Vegeta. Bardok was one of a kind, a true master of fighting and a true warrior in a class of his own.

Everyday he would wake up before the sun would rise and strap on his battle suit and summon his fighting team, unit 309 which was comprised of three fellow lower class male soldiers. Truce was barely past being fourteen years old but he was well built in muscles and strength, although he had a lack of judgement in battle, taking his time in finishing off an enemy and wasting too much time in summoning power than thinking strategically and using natural instinctive cunning to win. Callan was far older, going onto fourty nine years of age and of average strength but what he lacked in power he gained in a matter of thinking and organisational skills in battle. He could coordinate a battle unit with ease and plan attacks on the enemy, spot any weaknesses in his team or in the enemy, he had perfect observational skills. Rel was the same age as Bardok, both going onto their eighteenth birthdays within a few weeks and almost equal in strength but Rel's power had stopped increasing a few years ago, no matter how intensely he trained. Bardok power grew by the week, although he hated being dubbed as lower class saiyan he knew deep down he had potential to be the best, and as long as King Vegeta was the reigning king then he was fighting for a good cause, he just hoped that his king wouldn't join powers with the universal tyrant Freiza, an alien he had heard was trying to bargain a deal with the king.

I myself hadn't met Bardok until his eighteenth birthday where there were many celebrations happening in a few minor town on the outskirt lands of the main kingdom territory. I was a new recruit to his team, only just finalising the completion of my training and being recognised as a grade two level saiyan warrior, one level higher than Bardok but he was to be my leader. I was only a year younger than him, but the same height and same ambitious nature and raven hair, though mine was long and straight. From the moment i stepped into his presence i could feel his good nature. I recall him sitting beside a campfire outdoors reading through a file full of information that was sealed as confidential so i chose to ignore it as i sat down beside on a log. He took no notice of me so i stood up and stood infront of me, my back straighten to give me extra height and my hands were on my hips. He looked up at me for a moment then returned to the file of papers on his lap.

"Tanisha, reporting for duty sir..." I managed to cough up, my throat was dry from the smoke from the campfire. Bardok closed the file and pushed it aside on the ground. He stood up and faced me, both staring at eachother, both at eye level with the other. He smiled.

"Funny they should put a female through training thesedays. Fighting should just be left to the males!" He said gruffly, but he couldn't hide away his young voice. It was still gentle and slightly broken, and i knew he meant no harm.

"There's nothing funny about it since i've been granted a higher level in fighting capability than you have, sir!" I handed him my own file, records of traing and certificates of completed tasks and awards. His jaw nearly dropped to the floor.

"Your maximum level is nine hundred? That can't be right! Not for a female or any soldier around here!" He gaped, his eyes wide, almost frightened, that is, a mere female could squish a mere mortal around him within moments. He thought my powerlevel was high, as that was what my instructor had written down, little did either know that i had never reached my full potential in power level and nine hundred was just an estimate. I knew i could reach more, if i needed to.

"Please sir, i don't wish for others to know about my records. Such power makes others fear me, hence, a lack of my own friends and...." my eyes drifted away in thought, one fact that had dissapointed my parents.

"What?" Bardok asked, stepping closer to me so i would not have to raise my voice. I thought i should tell him, it might grant me options later.

"The lack of a mate....most males are intimidated by me..." I felt sad, it was true. In training camp, many of the males stayed clear from me, i knew that they gazed at my body longingly and could smell my scent when i first came into heat and ready to mate but none ever ventured to offer themselves to me. My instructor was also worried, i needed a mate as i was sure to produce strong offspring, and if i ever managed to find an equally strong match for me than my offspring would be true warriors, hopefully surpassing grade one saiyan warriors. Bardok looked at me, i could tell he was attracted to me but, like all males i had ever known, he ignored the desire and sat back down.

"Welcome to my unit. Our next mission isn't for a few days yet so you may as well hang around this camp, assuming you have nowhere else to go...." he offered, hoping desperately that i would stay. I nodded thankfully and sat down beside him. I looked at him, he was handsome and youthful, and i felt comfortable with him and needed to say no more than what was asked of me.

"Where shall i sleep?" I asked, looking around for any spare tents.

"I have a spare bed in my tent, other than that there is no room" Bardok smiled, flashing his bright eyes at me with seductive force, i could feel the sensual tension running through his body and i felt slightly frightened, "it could be worse", he continued, " you might've had to share my bed!" He laughed and took a sip of his cup of water, licking his lips tastefully in thought. I could see the reflection of the burning campfire in his eyes and i was overwhemled in lust, but a little game of hard-to-get might do some good for his slightly egotistcal male manners.

"I think i'd rather sleep outside, if you don't mind..." I replied and walked past his tent and over a sand hill, curling up on a few tuffs of grass, my head resting on my hands and i drifted off too sleep, well, that's what Bardok thought, little did he know i was fairly awake, though with my eyes closed i could still sense where he was and what he was doing. I could feel his body warmth leaning over me, he was sniffing, trying to capture my scent that would indicate i was ready to mate but there was none he could find and that night, from all that i could tell he returned to his tent very much alone.

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a/n: What did you think? I hoped you liked it, i dunno why i felt like writing a new story but this idea just popped into my head when i was listening to some music. I'll probably continue with this later once i get a few reviews stocked up from your readers! =P Anyways, i'm off. ^_^