AN: Ok, chapter 3. Lets get started.
Warnings: Yaoi, violence, weirdness....are you even reading this to begin with?
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, don't sue me.
Brolli tugged Goku among rows and rows of dusty brown cafeteria tables filled with loud-mouthed, belligerent saiyans, arguing over whose battles were better. The gigantic room was big enough to fit an entire football stadium twice over and smelt of burnt flesh and swampy musk. The lusterless paint was peeling from the stone-brick walls and clumps and pieces of dried food covered the ceiling and floor. Some men sneered and grinned, licking their lips perversely at the new saiyan, but when they caught sight of his companion, they quickly turned around and continued minding their own business. Brolli held Goku's trembling hand protectively in his own and led the smaller man down the endless aisles across the monotonously painted dining hall to the extreme breakfast line.
//Man, it'll take forever to get through this crowd...// Goku thought to himself as his eyes traveled the mile line of men with tin trays in their hands waiting to be fed their usual morning breakfast. But Goku's train of thought was abruptly interrupted when a large palm yanked him to the front of the queue. Brolli looked over his broad left shoulder to smile at Goku before continuing his way up the procession. Upon reaching the end of the buffet, Brolli snatched a pair of metal trays away from two men and growled viciously, baring his brilliant, shiny canines. Like dogs with their tails tucked between their legs, the two men bowed respectfully and scampered away, willingly gave their early places in line.
Brolli delicately handed one of the trays to his new friend and pulled Goku in front of him, encouraging him to be first before him. "Brolli let Goku go first." Goku shifted nervously and put his tray up the cook behind the counter and asked apprehensively with his eyes that whatever was on the menu to possibly be somewhat edible.
The prison cook glared at Goku menacingly and slammed a brown bowl of green slop onto his tray and growled deep in his throat. "There ya go, its safe...if you've the stomach for it." he taunted.
Brolli gave a warning grumble as a sign to back off and the cook complied, handing the bigger saiyan his food without hassle or hesitation. The galactic man smiled comfortingly to Goku, almost like the smile of a little boy and showed the way to a table to dine at. Finding a spot of crowded men chattering away mindlessly, Brolli gave a low threatening rumble in his chest and the men moved out fast, clearing the way for he and Goku to dine peacefully. It was amazing how Brolli controlled the entire group of saiyans. But something inside told Goku that the way he governed everyone made Brolli no better than the low-lives that established the prison.
//So far, I'm the only one he's treated rather decently from what I've seen. //
Goku looked at the burbling mess before him. It was a bowl of green-gray mush that gurgled in a menacing tone. The sickened saiyan cringed at the sight of the bubbling concoction and looked over at Brolli only to see him down his own helping in the blink of an eye. The greater man looked over at Goku a bit perplexed. He pushed Goku's own bowl closer to Goku himself. "Eat," he bellowed in a friendly manner.
Glancing at Brolli's warm smile and back at the hazardous mess, Goku grinned nervously and pushed the tray away. "A-Heh, no thanks....I...um, not hungry." Brolli shrugged and took the bowl for himself, indulging his face in the petty, measly meal, too occupied to notice anything else.
"Ya would have been better to eat it and keep your strength up for today..." a gruff saiyan mumbled next to Goku.
Goku shot a glimpse at the source of the rocky voice to see another buff and well-built saiyan. His hair was unique like every other saiyan's hairstyle. It was a short, square cut with a tiny ponytail of hair protruding out in the back. He had a dark scar over his right eye and high cheek bones to frame his face. "Wha-What?" Goku stuttered to the burly man seated next to him.
The middle-aged man chuckled. A newbie. He had seen his share of them, and even kept a few for pleasure. But they came and went so fast. A great deal of new comers never made it in the Hell of Frieza. The stranger glanced over at Goku's confused expression and sighed to himself. //Damn, what a fine lookin boy. Too bad he's already taken...Brolli might not be as stupid as I thought he was...// Looking closer at Goku, the other saiyan stilled suddenly. //No, it-it can't be him...Bardocku?//
"Helloo~o....." Goku exaggerated as he waved his hand in front of the other's face. "Anyone there?"
His companion quickly fazed back into the real world and muttered incoherently for a moment. "Oh, sorry 'bout that kid... it's just that....you look so much like...him." he finished silently.
Goku scratched his head. "Like who?" he asked. Goku had always been told no one could match his looks, mainly relating to his unusual hairstyle.
The older man shuddered softly and smiled at Goku with teary eyes. "Oh nobody. It's someone I knew a long....long....time ago." he spoke softly turning his gaze to his lap in remembrance of that special someone. Goku blushed, knowing that whoever he was talking about was really more than a friend to him and felt even more awkward after discovering he looked like someone's long lost lover.
The stranger next to Goku began to ask a question but decided against it for a while. He just stared at the boy, smiling warmly at him. //Kami, he looks so much like my Bardocku....// Finally, the other man's curiosity got the best of him and his lips whispered his needing question. "You wouldn't happen to know anyone named Kakarrot?" he asked.
Goku stuttered for a moment. "Kakarrot? That's my name, sir, though people call me Goku." Suddenly, the old man in front of him froze.
"K-Kakarrot? It's you! Bardocku's son. He told me I'd see you again, the old psychic bastard." Goku was completely lost. Here in the beginning this man didn't even know his name and now he acted as though they had been friends since child hood. Kami, how pleasant.
Goku raised a finger in questioning. "Um, excuse me. I'm afraid I don't quite follow."
The man slapped Goku on the back playfully and laughed heartedly. "Ah, my boy. The name's Toma and your dad and I were great friends. In fact, we purged in the same pack. We were...close...shall we say." Goku's cheeks grew even hotter knowing exactly what this man, Toma, meant by 'close.' Toma picked up a spoon and swirled it casually in the cracked bowl of mush that had been served for breakfast. "Yeah, me and your dad go back a long way. Been together since we were nursing from our mothers' teats."
Goku scratched the back of his head in a boyish fashion. "So, sounds like you knew my dad really well. I was sent to Earth as a baby so I've never met him before." Goku for some odd reason, found himself starting to like this Toma fellow.
Toma nodded. "He told us about you being born one day. It was the day he earned his psychic powers as well. Man, I swear he went from being a half-witted brick to a genius in a day's time. He was a tough guy, but get him alone on a warm summer's night when he's in heat and he was a totally different person." Toma grinned.
Laughing nervously, Goku tracked back on how this man kept using past tense words to identify his father, who ever that might have been. "Hey...uh, Toma. What happened to my dad?" Goku questioned in a tone softer than usual.
Toma's eyes softened and that familiar ache in his stomach rose again. "He-He died, a long time ago, kid. He fought in a brave battle to protect you, me...your mother and the rest of our pack. But the Ginyu got us, by coward's play no doubt. I remember the last thing he said to me before he died." The old warrior stifled a choke but still remained somewhat detached. "He said, 'Take care of my sons when you meet them again. Don't forget me, and I'll always love you.'"
Goku's heart nearly skipped a beat. "Wow," he breathed. It was so hard to take in. Goku was learning about a past he'd never had before. It all seemed so amazing and new, but yet frightening at the same time. //Wait a minute....sons?!// Goku was just about to ask for more information of this mysterious father of his when the angry warden sounded on the intercom.
The vicious voice growled, "Breakfast is over punks! Report to the outside fields for today's...activities." Chills ran down Goku's lean spine at the way Ginyu pronounced the last word. It had been said with so much malice and terror. Goku knew today was going to difficult, with or without Brolli's aid.
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