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Prologue:
"I'm sorry, but your son will be a lowest class soldier."
Disgusted by this news, the Sayin woman ordered the doctor to remove the child to be removed from her abdomen. "I have better things to do then carry a low level for two more months!"
And so it was done. But the child was born with an incredibly low level of 0.001. It weak cries filled the room with a hint of mourning, but they was unheeded. No loving words or arms would touch the baby boy, who was only allowed to live for the purpose of further breeding later on in life. That baby was Bardock, future father of the Ultimate Super Sayin, Son Goku.
********************Episode 1*********************
**The Super Amazing Kid! Is He Really a Low Level?**
[Scene - Child Training Area. A group of young Sayins are in a circle in center screen holding sparring matches. One Sayin, age fourteen Earth Years, stands to the side. This is Cole. He is wearing black and red leotard and third-class armor. His head is shaved, has one red glove, and a red headband.)
Cole: (to himself) Silly children always playing games. Training is serious, not frivolous. (yelling) Zucina! How dare you pull your punches! Do you want to win or not?
(Zucina is one of the present combatants. She is a small, even for an 8-year-old female, with very long dark-purple hair, and a widow's peak that curves into two drooping spikes. She wears magenta leotards and third-class orange/white armor.)
Zucina: (nodding slightly) Yes sir, Cole-san!
(Zucina defeats her opponent in two punches. The crowd claps and cheers.)
Kid #1: Awesome power . . . for a woman!
Kid #2: Sugoi!* She's so great!
Zucina: (flings her hair back) No challenge! Who's next!
Cole: (to himself again) Foolish girl! Not only is she playing with children, she's too cocky for her own good.
(A boy enters. He is five-year-old Bardock. Same hair, same clothes, but no scars or red bandana. He heads to the black punching bag at the end of the room alone.)
Kid #3: (whispers) Who's that?
Kid #4: Don't know. Never saw 'em before.
Celipa: (she is ten and wears a light-blue leotard) Oh, that's just the Low Level Loser.
Kid #3: Really? I heard they were going to make a fourth-class ranking just for him!
Kid #4: Yeah. I've heard he's never even been to a planet to take it over for King Kold 'cuz he's too weak. Is that true?
Celipa: Uh-huh. My folks would've disowned 'em or killed 'em by now to save face, but he looks too much like my dad, so there's really no point. You agree, Olivia?
Kid #3 (Olivia): No doubt! Look at that hair! Maybe you'll both get lucky and he'll stab himself with his own ridiculous hair! (all laugh)
(Bardock hears them, but calmly ignores to concentrate on his training. He closes his eyes and focuses.)
Cole: (thinking) Hmmmmm. What's the Low Level doing?
Bardock: (very softly) Strike hard. Strike fast. Strike sure.
(He screams "KIAI!!"** and begins a fury of punches to the bag. The bag wobbles very little, but the punches are extremely fast, almost too fast to be seen. When this surge concludes, he lands on both feet, body shaking with exhaustion.)
Kid #4: Look at the poor baby! He can't even handle punching!
Zucina: (after defeating another opponent) Whew! I'm bushed! (wipes sweat from brow) C'mon everyone! Let's go to the snack shop, my treat!
(All the kids cheer and file out. The only ones left are Cole and Bardock. Bardock goes into another concentration stance, staring at the bag.)
Cole: (thinking) This kid is weird! No comment, insult, or cuss back! He must have heard them. It's bad to keep that all in. (calls out to him) Hey, kid! Hey! Helloooooo!
(Cole puts his hand on Bardock's shoulder. On instinct, mostly because of his sister, the boy gasps, phases out, and tries to knife-chop the other on the back of the neck. Cole easily turns to catch it and knocks Bardock off balance. The boy falls to the floor. and scoots away frantically.)
Cole: Woah! Cool down, small fry! I wanted you to respond, but not like that!
Bardock: (small voice, not used much) I didn't know you were talking to me.
Cole: Well (points around the room) no one else is here.
Bardock: (eyes narrow suspiciously) So why are you . . . Aren't they you're . . .
Cole: Allies? Yes, but, eh, I only hand out with them because my student Zucina is so popular. I go where I want.
Bardock: (snorts) Whatever. (gets up to leave)
Cole: (grabs his arm) Wait! Who's your trainer?
Bardock: I don't have one.
Cole: (shocked) What?! Everyone is assigned a mentor when one starts training!
Bardock: (pulls arm away) Why bother? (bitter) I'm just a "Low Level Loser," right?
Cole: Oh, that's just Celipa mouthin' off as usual. Don't pay any attention to her, ne?
Bardock: Why to you care? (stares up defiantly) What do you know?! You're strong already!
Cole: Hey! Can't I ask?
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[Commercial Break]
* - Cool!
** - Kiai! is a Japanese battle cry
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Bardock: (walks to punching bag) Just leave me alone. Go with your girlfriend and allies!
Cole: None of them are my girlfriend! (thinking) This ain't going too well. I think he has potential, but how do I make sure?
(Cole snaps his fingers. He hurries over to the chalk powder table and brings the whole pedestal over closer to the punching bag. He proceeds to take a chunk of solid chalk and draw.)
Bardock: (cynical but innocently curious) What're you doin'?
Cole: Testing you.
(Before Bardock can blink, Cole grabs a towel and wraps it around the child's head.)
Bardock: (scared now) Hey, what the . . . ?
Cole: Just bare with me, Spikey!
(He covers the boy's fists with powder. He then leads Bardock to the bag like one being lead to a pinata.)
Cole: Now, do the exact same exercise you did before.
(Bardock repeated the stance and punches, not wanting to get beaten up by a boy nearly three times his age. Without a word after the exhibition, Cole removed the blindfold.)
Cole: I drew a humanoid proportional to the size of the black bag. See? (points) I sensed that there was a reason for all the concentration. Each blow you dealt hit a vulnerable spot. The neck, the nose, the groin, etc. All perfect blows!
Bardock: (arms folded) Okay, and?
Cole: And what? No one your age is that accurate! This kind of level isn't reach until special force training!
Bardock: But what did I do wrong?
Cole: Well . . . Your punches could be more powerful. The bag should move more regardless of the accuracy, unless you dealt blows to the back.
Bardock: (confused) Is that it?
Cole: I guess.
Bardock: (very confused) No laughing, no pointing, no making fun?
Cole: What? This is impressive! Honest!
(Bardock now looks very scared and runs out the door.)
Cole: Huh? What did I say?
(Scene change - Celipa says good-night to her friends and is on her way home. Her family lives in a small house just outside of the capital city. Its dark by now and the sky is turning purple. The trees aren't thick, but very large. Lights can be seen on in her home as she heads up the path. A few yards away from the door, Cole appears out of no where in front of her.)
Celipa: (gasp) Oh! Lieutenant! (smiles and blushes) How nice to see you here tonight. Care to walk me home?
Cole: (he is disgusted, but this happens often; he pretends not to notice) Don't be stupid. I came to ask you something.
Celipa: (blushes brighter) Oh? What is that, Cole-san? (giggles)
Cole: How often does your brother practice?
Celipa: (blush fades slightly) Look, if you don't want him around, it can be arranged. He's never come in to the training hall during the day before.
Cole: (enjoying the thought of disappointing her) I want to train him personally.
Celipa: (shocked) What!?! Why!?! It's hopeless!!
Cole: Not really. He's got talent, it's just never been tapped.
Celipa: (as if trying to coax him to sanity) Losers remain losers, Cole-kun. That is the way of our race. It is the same reason why the Sayins are superior to any other elite in the Coled dynasty.
Cole: Your brother is a Sayin. (folds are) And you are a third class, like him.
Celipa: (angry and shaking) He doesn't count! He's too weak!
Cole: (looks to the stars) I know I'm in the minority, but I don't believe class-from-birth makes a person who they are. Your brother just hasn't been trained properly to make something of himself.
Celipa: He just hasn't been trained at all!!
Cole: (thinking) Wow, so the boy was telling the truth! (out loud) Just give me an answer.
Celipa: What was the quest?
Cole: "How often does he practice and when?"
Celipa: (scrunches face thinking) Ummmmm
Cole: (anime sweat drop) Don't hurt yourself.
Celipa: I think everyday after midnight. He sneaks in through the window. He's small enough.
Cole: Good. Thanks Celipa. (about to leave) One more thing.
Celipa: (hopeful) What is that?
Cole: What's his real name?
Celipa: (crestfallen) Bardock. (as Cole leaves) Zucina's gonna be pissed!
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Hey! I'm Bardock!
What is with this guy? Doesn't he know he'll get in trouble if he tutors me? Even if he hangs out with me? One thing's for sure, his other student isn't too happy. But I'll show her! I'll show them all I'm not just a Low Level Loser!
Next time on DragonballBC: Channel Your Anger! Bardock Finally Defends Himself
Prologue:
"I'm sorry, but your son will be a lowest class soldier."
Disgusted by this news, the Sayin woman ordered the doctor to remove the child to be removed from her abdomen. "I have better things to do then carry a low level for two more months!"
And so it was done. But the child was born with an incredibly low level of 0.001. It weak cries filled the room with a hint of mourning, but they was unheeded. No loving words or arms would touch the baby boy, who was only allowed to live for the purpose of further breeding later on in life. That baby was Bardock, future father of the Ultimate Super Sayin, Son Goku.
********************Episode 1*********************
**The Super Amazing Kid! Is He Really a Low Level?**
[Scene - Child Training Area. A group of young Sayins are in a circle in center screen holding sparring matches. One Sayin, age fourteen Earth Years, stands to the side. This is Cole. He is wearing black and red leotard and third-class armor. His head is shaved, has one red glove, and a red headband.)
Cole: (to himself) Silly children always playing games. Training is serious, not frivolous. (yelling) Zucina! How dare you pull your punches! Do you want to win or not?
(Zucina is one of the present combatants. She is a small, even for an 8-year-old female, with very long dark-purple hair, and a widow's peak that curves into two drooping spikes. She wears magenta leotards and third-class orange/white armor.)
Zucina: (nodding slightly) Yes sir, Cole-san!
(Zucina defeats her opponent in two punches. The crowd claps and cheers.)
Kid #1: Awesome power . . . for a woman!
Kid #2: Sugoi!* She's so great!
Zucina: (flings her hair back) No challenge! Who's next!
Cole: (to himself again) Foolish girl! Not only is she playing with children, she's too cocky for her own good.
(A boy enters. He is five-year-old Bardock. Same hair, same clothes, but no scars or red bandana. He heads to the black punching bag at the end of the room alone.)
Kid #3: (whispers) Who's that?
Kid #4: Don't know. Never saw 'em before.
Celipa: (she is ten and wears a light-blue leotard) Oh, that's just the Low Level Loser.
Kid #3: Really? I heard they were going to make a fourth-class ranking just for him!
Kid #4: Yeah. I've heard he's never even been to a planet to take it over for King Kold 'cuz he's too weak. Is that true?
Celipa: Uh-huh. My folks would've disowned 'em or killed 'em by now to save face, but he looks too much like my dad, so there's really no point. You agree, Olivia?
Kid #3 (Olivia): No doubt! Look at that hair! Maybe you'll both get lucky and he'll stab himself with his own ridiculous hair! (all laugh)
(Bardock hears them, but calmly ignores to concentrate on his training. He closes his eyes and focuses.)
Cole: (thinking) Hmmmmm. What's the Low Level doing?
Bardock: (very softly) Strike hard. Strike fast. Strike sure.
(He screams "KIAI!!"** and begins a fury of punches to the bag. The bag wobbles very little, but the punches are extremely fast, almost too fast to be seen. When this surge concludes, he lands on both feet, body shaking with exhaustion.)
Kid #4: Look at the poor baby! He can't even handle punching!
Zucina: (after defeating another opponent) Whew! I'm bushed! (wipes sweat from brow) C'mon everyone! Let's go to the snack shop, my treat!
(All the kids cheer and file out. The only ones left are Cole and Bardock. Bardock goes into another concentration stance, staring at the bag.)
Cole: (thinking) This kid is weird! No comment, insult, or cuss back! He must have heard them. It's bad to keep that all in. (calls out to him) Hey, kid! Hey! Helloooooo!
(Cole puts his hand on Bardock's shoulder. On instinct, mostly because of his sister, the boy gasps, phases out, and tries to knife-chop the other on the back of the neck. Cole easily turns to catch it and knocks Bardock off balance. The boy falls to the floor. and scoots away frantically.)
Cole: Woah! Cool down, small fry! I wanted you to respond, but not like that!
Bardock: (small voice, not used much) I didn't know you were talking to me.
Cole: Well (points around the room) no one else is here.
Bardock: (eyes narrow suspiciously) So why are you . . . Aren't they you're . . .
Cole: Allies? Yes, but, eh, I only hand out with them because my student Zucina is so popular. I go where I want.
Bardock: (snorts) Whatever. (gets up to leave)
Cole: (grabs his arm) Wait! Who's your trainer?
Bardock: I don't have one.
Cole: (shocked) What?! Everyone is assigned a mentor when one starts training!
Bardock: (pulls arm away) Why bother? (bitter) I'm just a "Low Level Loser," right?
Cole: Oh, that's just Celipa mouthin' off as usual. Don't pay any attention to her, ne?
Bardock: Why to you care? (stares up defiantly) What do you know?! You're strong already!
Cole: Hey! Can't I ask?
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[Commercial Break]
* - Cool!
** - Kiai! is a Japanese battle cry
============================================================================
Bardock: (walks to punching bag) Just leave me alone. Go with your girlfriend and allies!
Cole: None of them are my girlfriend! (thinking) This ain't going too well. I think he has potential, but how do I make sure?
(Cole snaps his fingers. He hurries over to the chalk powder table and brings the whole pedestal over closer to the punching bag. He proceeds to take a chunk of solid chalk and draw.)
Bardock: (cynical but innocently curious) What're you doin'?
Cole: Testing you.
(Before Bardock can blink, Cole grabs a towel and wraps it around the child's head.)
Bardock: (scared now) Hey, what the . . . ?
Cole: Just bare with me, Spikey!
(He covers the boy's fists with powder. He then leads Bardock to the bag like one being lead to a pinata.)
Cole: Now, do the exact same exercise you did before.
(Bardock repeated the stance and punches, not wanting to get beaten up by a boy nearly three times his age. Without a word after the exhibition, Cole removed the blindfold.)
Cole: I drew a humanoid proportional to the size of the black bag. See? (points) I sensed that there was a reason for all the concentration. Each blow you dealt hit a vulnerable spot. The neck, the nose, the groin, etc. All perfect blows!
Bardock: (arms folded) Okay, and?
Cole: And what? No one your age is that accurate! This kind of level isn't reach until special force training!
Bardock: But what did I do wrong?
Cole: Well . . . Your punches could be more powerful. The bag should move more regardless of the accuracy, unless you dealt blows to the back.
Bardock: (confused) Is that it?
Cole: I guess.
Bardock: (very confused) No laughing, no pointing, no making fun?
Cole: What? This is impressive! Honest!
(Bardock now looks very scared and runs out the door.)
Cole: Huh? What did I say?
(Scene change - Celipa says good-night to her friends and is on her way home. Her family lives in a small house just outside of the capital city. Its dark by now and the sky is turning purple. The trees aren't thick, but very large. Lights can be seen on in her home as she heads up the path. A few yards away from the door, Cole appears out of no where in front of her.)
Celipa: (gasp) Oh! Lieutenant! (smiles and blushes) How nice to see you here tonight. Care to walk me home?
Cole: (he is disgusted, but this happens often; he pretends not to notice) Don't be stupid. I came to ask you something.
Celipa: (blushes brighter) Oh? What is that, Cole-san? (giggles)
Cole: How often does your brother practice?
Celipa: (blush fades slightly) Look, if you don't want him around, it can be arranged. He's never come in to the training hall during the day before.
Cole: (enjoying the thought of disappointing her) I want to train him personally.
Celipa: (shocked) What!?! Why!?! It's hopeless!!
Cole: Not really. He's got talent, it's just never been tapped.
Celipa: (as if trying to coax him to sanity) Losers remain losers, Cole-kun. That is the way of our race. It is the same reason why the Sayins are superior to any other elite in the Coled dynasty.
Cole: Your brother is a Sayin. (folds are) And you are a third class, like him.
Celipa: (angry and shaking) He doesn't count! He's too weak!
Cole: (looks to the stars) I know I'm in the minority, but I don't believe class-from-birth makes a person who they are. Your brother just hasn't been trained properly to make something of himself.
Celipa: He just hasn't been trained at all!!
Cole: (thinking) Wow, so the boy was telling the truth! (out loud) Just give me an answer.
Celipa: What was the quest?
Cole: "How often does he practice and when?"
Celipa: (scrunches face thinking) Ummmmm
Cole: (anime sweat drop) Don't hurt yourself.
Celipa: I think everyday after midnight. He sneaks in through the window. He's small enough.
Cole: Good. Thanks Celipa. (about to leave) One more thing.
Celipa: (hopeful) What is that?
Cole: What's his real name?
Celipa: (crestfallen) Bardock. (as Cole leaves) Zucina's gonna be pissed!
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Hey! I'm Bardock!
What is with this guy? Doesn't he know he'll get in trouble if he tutors me? Even if he hangs out with me? One thing's for sure, his other student isn't too happy. But I'll show her! I'll show them all I'm not just a Low Level Loser!
Next time on DragonballBC: Channel Your Anger! Bardock Finally Defends Himself