Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z or GT; I'm just visiting for a while
to bring you this story. Bardock and others are all the property of Akira
Toriyama, and the villains I introduce are based off his great works, so
they're not really mine either.
Author's Note: Okay, for anyone interested - this part of the fic happens during the part of DBGT where Goku visits some of his friends before disappearing with the Eternal Dragon and the Dragonballs. And the concept is like this; "What if the bad guys had kids of their own?" I know it may not be all that original, and it's not a wholy accurate one either, but it works. Now, on with le fic.
Prologue:
Enma looked at his desk and sighed. The paperwork was really beginning to pile up after the last disaster on Earth, and it was putting him in another of his moods again.
He heard some arguing along the lines of 'no cuts,' and he was about to get very angry when he saw the little boy with a tail resembling a monkey's smiling up at him.
"Goku, what are you doing here?" Enma blinked as he went through the papers on his desk in confusion. "You're not supposed to be here."
The mighty warrior's blue gi was torn, but Goku himself looked completely unhurt. He was wearing a big smile, and had his arms behind his head, whistling a little as he waited for the judger of souls to finish his futile rooting.
"I just came to say good-bye, actually," the saiyajin laughed as he hopped up on the desk and looked up at the massive demon. "And to ask you a favor."
King Enma blinked again. "A favor? What kind of favor?"
Goku looked down at the line of souls below, then turned to Enma with a sly look on his face. "In a year or so, I want you to bring someone back from the dead for me."
The demon looked at Goku like he was some strange animal - which, in a way, he was. But that's besides the point. "You know we don't reincarnate on demand. Goku," he said with a small smile.
"Oh, it's not a reincarnation - it's a resurrection," Goku's grin grew wider as he sat next to the stamp and ink pad on the desk. Enma was now getting more confused by this odd request, not to mention how Goku even managed to get here while still alive.
"What do you mean, a resurrection?" he asked finally, rubbing the bridge of his large nose with two fingers. "This is a bit confusing, Goku and."
"Awww, it's not that hard," the boy made a pouting/sad face at Enma, who rolled his eyes and slumped back in his chair.
"All right, Goku; you win," he finally sighed, unable to deal with the oddity of this visit. "Who exactly do you want brought back?"
Goku climbed onto Enma's shoulder and whispered it in his ear. The demon's eyes went wide a small bit, but a grin of his own crept onto his face and he nodded.
"All right, Goku, it's approved; one full resurrection, no strings, in one year's time for him," Enma picked up a records book marked 'A-C' and stamped so in it.
"Thanks, old Enma," he heard, but when he looked up, Goku was gone, and there wasn't a trace of him left behind.
"You're..welcome." he trailed off, even more confused than he was before.
ONE YEAR LATER...
Hell.
Not a nice place to be in.
That is what we have been told since we were children. And that if we did good things all our lives, or repented for the bad, we'd go to Heaven instead.
Yet, there are those who are somewhat unforgiveable.
And a bit disagreeable too.
Which is why there's a riot going on even as we speak.
"Come on, men! Get it together!" a somewhat rough, yet experienced voice called out as the legions of the damned tried once again to escape.
Its owner was a man of somewhat above average height. He had tanned skinned (not too dark, yet not too pale), and wore saiyajin body armor. It consisted of a blue chest/back plate with green shoulder straps, abdomen, and waist guards. He also wore reddish-brown wrist guards/handless gloves, tight black pants, and brown-rimmed boots with green tips. Around his waist was his tail.
Those, however, were not his most outstanding features; one would be his odd hair style. Three large points curving up and down, and three points sticking out from the back. Another would be the long scar running along the left side of his face. And another would be his attitude: He just didn't know when to quit.
But then, that's why Bardock was the head of Enma's special task force to keep the residents of Hell in Hell.
Bardock glared at the Oni as they cowered behind the rocks he was standing on. The sounds of battle carried to his ears. As did the sudden hiss of a ki blast heading his way.
"Whup!" he grunted as he jumped from the rock and flew into the air. The ki blast he had heard came about two seconds later, and would've hit anyone else. But not Bardock.
Even dead, his psychic abilities still worked.
He looked down at his would-be attacker. "Give it a rest, Dodoria! You're not getting through!"
The large pink alien growled at Bardock. "And who's going to stop me, Bardock? You? Don't make me laugh!" Soon Dodoria was in the air, throwing punches at the saiyajin, who effortlessly dodged each one, before slamming his knee into the other's lower spinal column. "WEEEFF!!" Dodoria gasped as he was sent spiraling into a rocky wall.
Bardock laughed. "Is that all you got, you fat pink tub of lard?" he taunted as his tail unwound itself and began wagging like a disapproving finger at the former henchman. "You may have stood a chance those years ago, but not anymore! So just stay in that wall like a good obese boy, huh?"
Dodoria was royally PISSED now. No one calls him fat and gets away with it, alive OR dead. He focused his own power outwards, and blasted away the rocky confines he had been forced in. With a wordless scream of rage, he rushed at Bardock, one pink, spiked fist outraised.
The saiyajin shook his head sadly at the other and grabbed the fist easily. Dodoria's eyes went wide as Bardock spun him around and used his two feet to pound Dodoria into the rocky floor of Hell. The pink fighter stood up for a moment, then fell back down in the crater his impact had made.
"I told you, but you wouldn't listen.." Bardock tsked as his tail wagged some more before moving back around his waist. With a small sigh, he floated back down to the rocks and sat there, and glared at the cowardly Oni some more
"Man, this is dull," he said to no one in particular. He had a flash of someone behind him, and an energy burst sending that lurker flying. About two seconds later, said lurker - revealed to be Neizu of Cooler's Amored Squadron - flew past Bardock's head. The saiyajin blasted the turtle-like alien, and sent him to the ground with Dodoria. He then looked back and blinked in surprise.
Not even psychics can predict everything.
"Hullo, Bardock," Zarbon said as he dusted off a rock and joined the saiyajin in watching the battle. "Seems to be going well for you all," he commented as he brushed a loose strand of green hair out of his lighter- green colored face. He still wore the same variant of saiyajin armor he always wore, and the same jewelery.
"Well, this is a surprise," Bardock said, warily watching the alien with one eye.
"Oh, do stop fretting - I'm not here to fight. In fact, I'm rather BORED of it, actually," he spoke with his odd accent as he crossed one leg over the other. "This endless fighting, the pointless escape attempts..I learned my lesson years ago; you can't escape from Hell, so you might as well try to make the most of it and change your ways." Zarbon glanced back at Bardock. "After all, I don't want to stay here forever; I hear Heaven's rather nice.." He trailed off, leaving Bardock to figure the rest out.
The saiyajin nodded, and, with a small smile on his face, watched as his men finished 'quieting down' the rioters.
In King Enma's office, Bardock surveyed his men with a smile; while most of them were still cleaning up the mess below, a few managed to make it to see the boss. Zarbon glanced around, unsure of the reason for his being there.
"Bardock, good work on taking care of that riot. I'm sure no one could have done better," Enma spoke slowly, "except perhaps your son. Those ARE most of his enemies down there after all."
Bardock just smiled a bit wider; he had never met Kakarot, or Goku as he was named on Earth, so just hearing that much made him proud of the boy.
"And I see you've brought one of them up here with you," Enma added, giving Zarbon a quick glare. The alien looked down at the floor, a light blush tinting his cheeks red, like a naughty child taken before the principal.
"Actually, Zarbon wasn't one of the rioters," Bardock quickly interjected. "I brought him up here because I was wondering if we could add him to the group."
There was some murmuring amongst the Oni, and some of the men behind him.
"He helped out a bit, and I think he's genuinely sorry for what he's done in the past," the task force leader continued.
Enma nodded, and pulled out a book with 'X-Z' stamped on the cover. "I know. And this is excellent timing, as well."
Bardock blinked. "What do you mean, sir?"
Enma made the changes to Zarbon's record, a small halo appearing over his head to signify this, and shifted in his seat.
"A year ago today, I scheduled you for a total resurrection with no strings attached. As a favor for your son," the demon smiled warmly. Bardock's eyes went wide, and he became speechless. "However, I didn't want to understaff the task force; thanks to you bringing in Zarbon, however, that is no longer a problem."
Bardock just stared ahead blankly when he felt a small hand on his bare shoulder. He turned and saw Kiara, with tears in her eyes.
He had met her shortly after his death, and was surprised by her open and forgiving attitude towards him.
For she was a Tsufuri.
Most of that race loathed saiyajins with a vengeance; Bebi, the last of their kind, had gone so far as to take over the minds of the inhabitants of Earth in an attempt to erase the saiyajin race from history.
He had failed, of course. As did all who went up against Goku. Another thing that made Bardock proud of his son.
She had the look of Bebi; same skin tone, same conical, almost hair-like protuberance hanging over her face, same blue slat eyes, and the same outfit. However, she was a warm and gentle soul, and was perhaps the only Tsufuri to make it to Heaven.
Bebi himself still rotted in the depths of Hell, enduring horrible torments for all time.
"You've been given a second chance," she said softly, her musical voice penetrating his shock, "I say you take it. And learn about your son. And meet your family." She smiled, a tear visible in each of her odd eyes. Bardock smiled and wiped them away. "I'm sure Piccolo or one other others can take care of things..until you return, of course." She whispered the last part, looking back at the muscular Namek.
"Yeah, go already," he huffed, looking away for a second. "And give my regards to your first grandson, Son Gohan, okay?"
Bardock laughed. "Of course, you green bum. I'll give him your best."
Pikehaun looked at Zarbon, Piccolo, and himself. "WHICH green bum?" he smiled, causing Enma, Kiara, and even Zarbon to laugh a bit; Piccolo made a 'hmmpf' sound, signaling his annoyance.
Bardock looked at everyone, and smiled sadly. "Well, I can't say I haven't dreamt of this, but it's gonna be a damn shame to leave you all behind." He gave Kiara a hug, and shook the others' hands. He gave Zarbon a clap on the shoulder. "Don't mess this up, huh? You only get this one chance."
Zarbon smiled. "Of course I won't; you just get going, you hear?"
And with that said, Bardock saluted his men, and walked out the office door.
He found himself with a shoulder bag, and standing before a white passage. A red-skinned Oni pointed to the end.
"Walk that way, open the door, and POOF! You're alive again," he said.
"Uh, thanks," Bardock began walking.
"OH! I forgot to mention! You'll be in Orange City, where your first grandson teaches!" the Oni called out to him.
Bardock smiled as he turned the knob of the door.
"Thanks! Have a good one!" he called back as he opened the door and stepped through.
.Into the first day of his new life.
TBC
Author's Note: Okay, for anyone interested - this part of the fic happens during the part of DBGT where Goku visits some of his friends before disappearing with the Eternal Dragon and the Dragonballs. And the concept is like this; "What if the bad guys had kids of their own?" I know it may not be all that original, and it's not a wholy accurate one either, but it works. Now, on with le fic.
Prologue:
Enma looked at his desk and sighed. The paperwork was really beginning to pile up after the last disaster on Earth, and it was putting him in another of his moods again.
He heard some arguing along the lines of 'no cuts,' and he was about to get very angry when he saw the little boy with a tail resembling a monkey's smiling up at him.
"Goku, what are you doing here?" Enma blinked as he went through the papers on his desk in confusion. "You're not supposed to be here."
The mighty warrior's blue gi was torn, but Goku himself looked completely unhurt. He was wearing a big smile, and had his arms behind his head, whistling a little as he waited for the judger of souls to finish his futile rooting.
"I just came to say good-bye, actually," the saiyajin laughed as he hopped up on the desk and looked up at the massive demon. "And to ask you a favor."
King Enma blinked again. "A favor? What kind of favor?"
Goku looked down at the line of souls below, then turned to Enma with a sly look on his face. "In a year or so, I want you to bring someone back from the dead for me."
The demon looked at Goku like he was some strange animal - which, in a way, he was. But that's besides the point. "You know we don't reincarnate on demand. Goku," he said with a small smile.
"Oh, it's not a reincarnation - it's a resurrection," Goku's grin grew wider as he sat next to the stamp and ink pad on the desk. Enma was now getting more confused by this odd request, not to mention how Goku even managed to get here while still alive.
"What do you mean, a resurrection?" he asked finally, rubbing the bridge of his large nose with two fingers. "This is a bit confusing, Goku and."
"Awww, it's not that hard," the boy made a pouting/sad face at Enma, who rolled his eyes and slumped back in his chair.
"All right, Goku; you win," he finally sighed, unable to deal with the oddity of this visit. "Who exactly do you want brought back?"
Goku climbed onto Enma's shoulder and whispered it in his ear. The demon's eyes went wide a small bit, but a grin of his own crept onto his face and he nodded.
"All right, Goku, it's approved; one full resurrection, no strings, in one year's time for him," Enma picked up a records book marked 'A-C' and stamped so in it.
"Thanks, old Enma," he heard, but when he looked up, Goku was gone, and there wasn't a trace of him left behind.
"You're..welcome." he trailed off, even more confused than he was before.
ONE YEAR LATER...
Hell.
Not a nice place to be in.
That is what we have been told since we were children. And that if we did good things all our lives, or repented for the bad, we'd go to Heaven instead.
Yet, there are those who are somewhat unforgiveable.
And a bit disagreeable too.
Which is why there's a riot going on even as we speak.
"Come on, men! Get it together!" a somewhat rough, yet experienced voice called out as the legions of the damned tried once again to escape.
Its owner was a man of somewhat above average height. He had tanned skinned (not too dark, yet not too pale), and wore saiyajin body armor. It consisted of a blue chest/back plate with green shoulder straps, abdomen, and waist guards. He also wore reddish-brown wrist guards/handless gloves, tight black pants, and brown-rimmed boots with green tips. Around his waist was his tail.
Those, however, were not his most outstanding features; one would be his odd hair style. Three large points curving up and down, and three points sticking out from the back. Another would be the long scar running along the left side of his face. And another would be his attitude: He just didn't know when to quit.
But then, that's why Bardock was the head of Enma's special task force to keep the residents of Hell in Hell.
Bardock glared at the Oni as they cowered behind the rocks he was standing on. The sounds of battle carried to his ears. As did the sudden hiss of a ki blast heading his way.
"Whup!" he grunted as he jumped from the rock and flew into the air. The ki blast he had heard came about two seconds later, and would've hit anyone else. But not Bardock.
Even dead, his psychic abilities still worked.
He looked down at his would-be attacker. "Give it a rest, Dodoria! You're not getting through!"
The large pink alien growled at Bardock. "And who's going to stop me, Bardock? You? Don't make me laugh!" Soon Dodoria was in the air, throwing punches at the saiyajin, who effortlessly dodged each one, before slamming his knee into the other's lower spinal column. "WEEEFF!!" Dodoria gasped as he was sent spiraling into a rocky wall.
Bardock laughed. "Is that all you got, you fat pink tub of lard?" he taunted as his tail unwound itself and began wagging like a disapproving finger at the former henchman. "You may have stood a chance those years ago, but not anymore! So just stay in that wall like a good obese boy, huh?"
Dodoria was royally PISSED now. No one calls him fat and gets away with it, alive OR dead. He focused his own power outwards, and blasted away the rocky confines he had been forced in. With a wordless scream of rage, he rushed at Bardock, one pink, spiked fist outraised.
The saiyajin shook his head sadly at the other and grabbed the fist easily. Dodoria's eyes went wide as Bardock spun him around and used his two feet to pound Dodoria into the rocky floor of Hell. The pink fighter stood up for a moment, then fell back down in the crater his impact had made.
"I told you, but you wouldn't listen.." Bardock tsked as his tail wagged some more before moving back around his waist. With a small sigh, he floated back down to the rocks and sat there, and glared at the cowardly Oni some more
"Man, this is dull," he said to no one in particular. He had a flash of someone behind him, and an energy burst sending that lurker flying. About two seconds later, said lurker - revealed to be Neizu of Cooler's Amored Squadron - flew past Bardock's head. The saiyajin blasted the turtle-like alien, and sent him to the ground with Dodoria. He then looked back and blinked in surprise.
Not even psychics can predict everything.
"Hullo, Bardock," Zarbon said as he dusted off a rock and joined the saiyajin in watching the battle. "Seems to be going well for you all," he commented as he brushed a loose strand of green hair out of his lighter- green colored face. He still wore the same variant of saiyajin armor he always wore, and the same jewelery.
"Well, this is a surprise," Bardock said, warily watching the alien with one eye.
"Oh, do stop fretting - I'm not here to fight. In fact, I'm rather BORED of it, actually," he spoke with his odd accent as he crossed one leg over the other. "This endless fighting, the pointless escape attempts..I learned my lesson years ago; you can't escape from Hell, so you might as well try to make the most of it and change your ways." Zarbon glanced back at Bardock. "After all, I don't want to stay here forever; I hear Heaven's rather nice.." He trailed off, leaving Bardock to figure the rest out.
The saiyajin nodded, and, with a small smile on his face, watched as his men finished 'quieting down' the rioters.
In King Enma's office, Bardock surveyed his men with a smile; while most of them were still cleaning up the mess below, a few managed to make it to see the boss. Zarbon glanced around, unsure of the reason for his being there.
"Bardock, good work on taking care of that riot. I'm sure no one could have done better," Enma spoke slowly, "except perhaps your son. Those ARE most of his enemies down there after all."
Bardock just smiled a bit wider; he had never met Kakarot, or Goku as he was named on Earth, so just hearing that much made him proud of the boy.
"And I see you've brought one of them up here with you," Enma added, giving Zarbon a quick glare. The alien looked down at the floor, a light blush tinting his cheeks red, like a naughty child taken before the principal.
"Actually, Zarbon wasn't one of the rioters," Bardock quickly interjected. "I brought him up here because I was wondering if we could add him to the group."
There was some murmuring amongst the Oni, and some of the men behind him.
"He helped out a bit, and I think he's genuinely sorry for what he's done in the past," the task force leader continued.
Enma nodded, and pulled out a book with 'X-Z' stamped on the cover. "I know. And this is excellent timing, as well."
Bardock blinked. "What do you mean, sir?"
Enma made the changes to Zarbon's record, a small halo appearing over his head to signify this, and shifted in his seat.
"A year ago today, I scheduled you for a total resurrection with no strings attached. As a favor for your son," the demon smiled warmly. Bardock's eyes went wide, and he became speechless. "However, I didn't want to understaff the task force; thanks to you bringing in Zarbon, however, that is no longer a problem."
Bardock just stared ahead blankly when he felt a small hand on his bare shoulder. He turned and saw Kiara, with tears in her eyes.
He had met her shortly after his death, and was surprised by her open and forgiving attitude towards him.
For she was a Tsufuri.
Most of that race loathed saiyajins with a vengeance; Bebi, the last of their kind, had gone so far as to take over the minds of the inhabitants of Earth in an attempt to erase the saiyajin race from history.
He had failed, of course. As did all who went up against Goku. Another thing that made Bardock proud of his son.
She had the look of Bebi; same skin tone, same conical, almost hair-like protuberance hanging over her face, same blue slat eyes, and the same outfit. However, she was a warm and gentle soul, and was perhaps the only Tsufuri to make it to Heaven.
Bebi himself still rotted in the depths of Hell, enduring horrible torments for all time.
"You've been given a second chance," she said softly, her musical voice penetrating his shock, "I say you take it. And learn about your son. And meet your family." She smiled, a tear visible in each of her odd eyes. Bardock smiled and wiped them away. "I'm sure Piccolo or one other others can take care of things..until you return, of course." She whispered the last part, looking back at the muscular Namek.
"Yeah, go already," he huffed, looking away for a second. "And give my regards to your first grandson, Son Gohan, okay?"
Bardock laughed. "Of course, you green bum. I'll give him your best."
Pikehaun looked at Zarbon, Piccolo, and himself. "WHICH green bum?" he smiled, causing Enma, Kiara, and even Zarbon to laugh a bit; Piccolo made a 'hmmpf' sound, signaling his annoyance.
Bardock looked at everyone, and smiled sadly. "Well, I can't say I haven't dreamt of this, but it's gonna be a damn shame to leave you all behind." He gave Kiara a hug, and shook the others' hands. He gave Zarbon a clap on the shoulder. "Don't mess this up, huh? You only get this one chance."
Zarbon smiled. "Of course I won't; you just get going, you hear?"
And with that said, Bardock saluted his men, and walked out the office door.
He found himself with a shoulder bag, and standing before a white passage. A red-skinned Oni pointed to the end.
"Walk that way, open the door, and POOF! You're alive again," he said.
"Uh, thanks," Bardock began walking.
"OH! I forgot to mention! You'll be in Orange City, where your first grandson teaches!" the Oni called out to him.
Bardock smiled as he turned the knob of the door.
"Thanks! Have a good one!" he called back as he opened the door and stepped through.
.Into the first day of his new life.
TBC