**************Episode 50**************

** Worlds Collide; The Greatest Opponent**

Bardock entered his home massaging his shoulder, but wearing a large grin. "Great practice, guys! Boy, I'll be feelin' this in the mornin'. I think we earned ourselves a good night's rest."

The others filed in after him. Fasha was sporting a busted lip, Tora was cradling his wounded arm, Panbukin was rubbing his charred buttocks, and Totepo's eye was beginning to shine and darken. The only one who looked only tired was Chile. His normally shiny, dark eyes were drooping, and his dark brown hair was sticking up in a mess on his head.

Olivia shouted sarcastically from the kitchen. "Oh, great! Five extra for dinner, plus the four of us?"

Panbukin looked up confused. "Five?" He counted the rest. "Only four."

Bardock was about to open his mouth to ask why five, when Celipa came in through the kitchen. "Hey, Low Level! How are you?" When Bardock didn't answer, she asked, "What? I thought you'd be happy to see your dear sister again." Before anyone could say another word, she flopped onto the chair at the head of the table, Bardock's chair. "My squadron just arrived from Viss 35. You know, that's the planet where all of the inhabitants are shape-shifters. They had armies waiting for us in their stratosphere. . ."

"Celipa," Bardock interrupted, growling, "I ain't in the mood fer this."

Celipa put on a fake expression of hurt. "Oh, you cruel man. Here I come back from a life threatening job, and all you can to is back stab me."

"Don't tempt us," whispered Fasha to Tora. Tora smiled.

"So," continued Celipa, "what's wrong with your shoulder?"

Panbukin sat down. "Eh, we just finished training. Chile gave Bardock a bad bruise on his shoulder blade." At these words, Chile sat down next to the head of the table, his normal spot.

"Oh, what a shame. He should have come to me. I'd have given him a good one!" Celipa laughed at her own joke. "I knew you were bad, but a child hurting a soldier is pathetic!"

Chile said nothing. He knew that he'd taken Bardock by surprise and was sorry for it. He'd apologized several times, but Bardock had laughed and said that there was nothing to be sorry for.

Tora sat down next to him. "Hey, you haven't seen the kid fight," he said.

All the others minus Bardock sat. He was still looking at his sister in his chair. Celipa noticed this and narrowed her eyes. "You want this chair back? C'mon. I dare you to take it." A fight was immanent until the front door opened again. It was Radditz. "Hi, Aunt Celipa," he called.

Celipa stood up to see whom the new person was and Bardock used that opportunity to trip her and sit in his seat. All at the table laughed as Celipa stood up, rubbing her tail painfully. "Hello, Radditz," she was able to mumble.

Not wanting to insult his beloved aunt any further, Radditz picked up her discarded glove. "It's ripped," he observed."

"Naw, really," laughed Panbukin.

Radditz ignored him. "You must have been in a big battle for it to be this messed up!"

Celipa smiled keenly. "Siring this kid has to be the only smart thing you've done in your life, Loser. He's a strong, smart First class who can beat the shit outta any bastard that comes his way." Radditz beamed at his aunt.

"Well," said Olivia coming in the room, her arms laden with food, "Bardock has gotten stronger since then. This one," she said indicating to her bulging stomach, "will be stronger, too."

During their meal, Celipa continued with her story of how she and only two others were able to fend off an entire solar system of beings (mostly for Radditz and Chile's entertainment). The dinner went rather well until Tora snorted into his beer. "What the fuck are you laughing at," Celipa snapped, upset by the interruption.

" 'Played the Sayin National Anthem on the emperor's intestines' !?!" Tora howled. "Where'd you get that from!?! That's the cornyest shit I've ever heard!!"

"That's gross," said Fasha.

"That's cool," exclaimed the kids.

Olivia chuckled. "Can you continue this later?" She saw her husband's angered look at Celipa. Olivia continued to speak to her. "In fact Radditz and Chile should be getting ready for bed. You can tell them the rest before they fall asleep."

"Great idea, Olli," said Celipa. "I've needed to take a break anyway. C'mon, kids!"

Bardock grabbed a hold of Chile's arm as he walked by. "Stay here," he whispered.

Chile nodded and sat back down. "I'll be there in a sec, buddy," he called to Radditz.

As soon as the others were gone, Bardock stood up. "What's up, captain," asked Panbukin.

"I've realized that the reason we have been winning so easily for the past zural is because we haven't been getting hard enough cases. We need a challenge if we want to become stronger."

All of them groaned. "Please tell me we aren't going to train even harder," whined Totepo.

"No," said Bardock, rolling his eyes. "I signed us up," he paused with an evil grin, "to take on the people of Kanassa!"

"KANASSA!!!" Celipa came into the room. "Are you losers crazy!?! That's only reserved for elites! Even Freiza's men won't go to face the Kanassins!"

"Sounds like our kind of assignment, Bardock," said Tora. "When do we leave?"

"Day after tomorrow," said Bardock.

"Good," sighed Fasha. "I could use a day at the spa."

"Have you bought a swimsuit," asked Tora.

She smiled and fluttered her eyelashes. "No." Tora grinned.

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The next day, Olivia looked in the cupboards and realized that they were running out of food. "It's your friends that are eating us out of house and home, so you're going to get some supplies."

"Puh-lease," grunted Bardock. "That's a woman's . . ."

Chile was waiting outside and only heard a loud banging and rustling noise from inside. Just then, Bardock came souring out of the front doors and crashed in a nearby tree. Olivia poked her head out and called, "And don't come back until you get everything we're going to need." With that, she slammed the door.

Chile covered his smile as his foster father stood and dusted himself off. "Tip for the future, kid. Never piss off a pregnant woman. They can get downright bitchy."

"Got'cha," Chile laughed.

The two took to the air to fly to town. There weren't many cities on the planet. The Sayins were a people of war and rarely stayed there. However, the few that they had were considered nothing short of spectacular. The blue and silver buildings rose up so high, they could be seen from space. The domed structures and long winding streets would spread for miles, bustling with activity. The alien slaves always strived to impress their oppressors in their fabulous merchandise. There were all sorts of exotic foods prepared in millions of styles. Priceless jewelry and metals were scarce because Sayins weren't interested in fashion; but Sayins eat a lot!!!

Bardock and Chile landed just off the main road and began walking. Several Zupleks and Saphalins tried to come up to them with sweet smelling foods. "Just try some, sir," begged an orange Saphalin, holding up a smoking plate with a bluish-gray paste. "It is very good for healthy teeth. And its tasty too!" Bardock sneered and waved the merchant away.

"Let me guess," said Chile. "You are not going to get supplies, are you?"

"Not now," said Bardock. "I'd just rather walk around is all."

"And Olivia's threat means nothing to you," Chile asked.

Bardock didn't reply, but continued walking on. Chile had to run to keep up. "Where are we going?"

"We aren't going anywhere," was the reply. "You are going to get supplies, I'm going to Ancho's Bar."

"Then I'm going too."

Bardock smirked. "Fine, but just for a while."

Ancho's Bar was the most popular spot for a Sayin to get a good drink. It was the largest in the area, with three stories and booming music. A fight was going on outside of it. This wasn't uncommon. Since there was no police force, Sayins could do whatever they wanted and not get blamed.

Chile looked up at his mentor. "Know what's up?"

"Not a clue," Bardock replied, smiling. "But this looks interesting. Let's find out."

They both walked into the bar. Many men and whores were cheering and applauding a small boy. The boy had black hair in a point standing directly up. Unbeknownst to anyone else in the bar, it was really Prince Vegeta, out looking for a challenge. His lacky, Nappa, was standing behind him, acting as though the praise was also for him and that Vegeta was pleased.

In reality, the young prince was far from pleased. His eyes darkened and he frowned, annoyed that his brilliant plan hadn't worked. He figured that any drunk, roughed out Sayin would at least provide a little bit of entertainment, but he was soooooo bored!

"That's right," Nappa boasted. "Zuke here is so strong, he could pick a good fight with the prince." This was part of Vegeta's plan, too. To test the loyalty of his subjects.

Several shouts came from the crowd. "No way!" "No one is stronger then the prince!" "No mere child could even hope to challenge him!"

"Oh, I wouldn't go that far!"

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Everyone in the bar went silent. They all turned to the voice. It belonged to the man who had just entered the bar. [Duh!! Bardock rules!!]

The moment Chile and Vegeta's eyes met, they locked. Something about the other seemed to generate a strange sort of power; it was as if they were destined to go to this place at this exact time for some unknown reason. Vegeta thought that, even though the boy was a low level, there was something in his soul that promised much. And Chile couldn't get over the icy, shadowy depth that was in his.

Nappa recognized Bardock instantly, but kept his mouth shut. "What did you say, third-class," Nappa spat.

Bardock's folded hands and smirk hadn't flinched at the giant's tone. "Only that its pretty dumb to say that the child can be the most powerful being. Consider Lord Freiza, fer example."

"But Freiza is Freiza, Bardock," explained Ancho, the bartender and owner. "You only just got here; you didn't see ..."

"I saw 'nough," said Bardock. "An' I know one who might put the boy in his place."

Nappa laughed aloud. "You don't possibly mean you! That is funny! Zuke could turn you into mush!"

"I didn't mean me. I was referin' to my student here. Chile has been able to take on full battalions of the strongest of aliens we set out to conquer. I don't see why he couldn't kick this little punk's ass."

He said this so calmly and matter-of-factly that the crowd began to whisper. Bardock and his team of third-class Sayins had already made quite a name for themselves. Perhaps . . .

"I say Bardock's kid will drag Zuke off of his high horse!!" one Sayin called out.

"Bullshit! He's a low-level! Zuke will just be too much for him!!" another yelled.

Soon the entire building's occupants were placing bets on the two. But the boys hadn't even noticed. Their eyes were linked, their minds measuring the other up.

In moments, the match was set. Ancho stepped forward to call out some rules (This was an in-door, children's battle!) "There is a ten-minute time limit. If knocked unconscious or killed, the kid loses. Start now."

A cheer roared from the crowd, but the boys just stood there. It was another minute before the first move. Vegeta phased out. Chile fallowed suit. They suddenly appeared in the air, left fore-arms crossed. Vegeta grabbed Chile's wrist with his right hand. Chile grabbed Vegeta's other wrist with his left hand. Both hands useless, Chile lunged forward with his head, crashing it into Vegeta's forehead. Both went backwards, a red spot on the collision point.

Vegeta shook the stars out of his eyes first. He dove under Chile's falling body, rammed his fists in his back, and continued to fly through the ceiling. Chile cried out in pain as he broke through to the red sky above.

The spectators cheered savagely at the great fight, and rose into the air to get a better view. The only one who didn't move was Bardock. He stayed, immobile, in the same spot and sneered. "Come on, Chile," he whispered. "Don't be afraid to use your full power."

Almost seeming to hear his master's words, Chile leaped forward, turned around, and punched Vegeta hard in the face. Vegeta went back a few feet, his nose bloodied. He was pissed! He phased out and in front of Chile, punching his opponent in the chest. Chile went back, clutching his battered torso. His ribs felt like they were cracked, as well as his armor. He regained his composure and lunged.

The two boys were now in a punching frenzy. Both were dodging or blocking each of the other's punches and starting off again stronger then ever. Vegeta had never felt so excited about a fight! This kid, this low level, was putting up a good fight with him, Prince of the Sayins! It was unthinkable, yet intriguing.

The stream of punches ended with Chile phasing out and seemingly disappearing. Vegeta looked around at eye level, searching for his worthy opponent. The crowd was shouting out, and it wasn't until it was too late that Vegeta heard the phrase, "He's underneath you!" Chile grabbed Vegeta's foot and began to swing him over his head. Vegeta tried his best to go forward to sock him, but Chile let go before he had a chance. Vegeta crashed arm first into the street below, leaving a large crater in the pavement.

Chile came down partway. He was in bad shape. His ribs were broken, blood was on the corner of his mouth, and his left eye was black and bloody. Vegeta wasn't doing much better. Blood was still coming from his nose, and now his right arm was broken from the fall.

He looked up at Chile and stood tall. 'How!?! How can he possibly last so long against me!?! Is he mocking me?!? He'd better not be!!' "Hey boy! Quite impressive! Do you know any attacks?!" With that, he powered up for a blast with his left hand.

Chile sighed and began to gather energy of his own. 'This is so hard! Why did Bardock-san set me up for this?'

Both released their blasts at the same time. Vegeta screamed out, "Galick Gun!" while Chile said, "Solar Strike!" Both were their top attacks! They clashed in mid air; one gold, one purple. After what felt like an eternity, Vegeta's purple Galick Gun overcame Chile's gold. He had just enough time to create a shield that kept him from total danger.

The crowd just ate it up. Nappa was screaming, "Wha'd I tell ya! A true champ!" Bardock just stood there, his eyes fixed on the smoke cloud that was Chile. Then, the smoke cleared, and the crowd minus Bardock gasped in amazement. Chile still flew there, shielded. "It ... can't be ..." spurted Nappa.

"Oh," said Bardock. "Can't it?"

Chile came down to the ground and landed on his own two feet. He smirked at Vegeta. "That was a fantastic blast!"

Vegeta smirked back. "Yours too!" They both stood posed to fight.

"TIME," Ancho screamed. "It's a tie! No winner!"

The boys looked up surprised. "Nani!?!" Had it been ten minutes already?

Nappa came rushing out. "Sire," he whispered. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Nappa," Vegeta growled, holding on to his arm. "I'm just fine!"

Chile's face went white. "YOU'RE THE PRINCE!?!?!"

Bardock strolled over. "Of course he is, baka! No ordinary child could put up a fight like that!"

"Except for you," Vegeta said. "That was the first real challenge of my life! Did you train him, Low-Level? Or did he have extra help?"

"No, I trained him," Bardock answered, "and raised him."

"Well, we must fight again, sometime. In about a zural. Are you sure your son is a third class?"

"Adopted son, my liege. And yes, he was born with a power level of five."

A muscle in Vegeta's face twitched. "Well, I think he should be reclassified. I will see you in a zural, boy. Hopefully, it won't end in a damn draw." With that, Vegeta began to walk away.

"My Lord," Nappa whispered to Vegeta. "A third-class Sayin? Is it possible?"

"We are the most powerful race in the universe, baka. Anything is possible for the Saiya-jin. But if a third-class could do that well, imagine what I could do. Especially after a zural of training."

"Shall I inform the trainers to get strength-enhanced Saiyba men ready?"

"Yes, after I heal."

Chile watched his greatest opponent walk off. "You knew, didn't you Bardock-san?"

"Hmm?"

"That he was the prince. Why didn't you warn me?"

"Would you have gone easier on him?"

"Maybe . . ."

"That is why." Bardock bent his knee so that his eyes were level with Chile. "Ya did me proud, kid!"

"Yeah, but I still can't control my Oozaru form..."

"Hey, don' worry 'bout it! Concentrate on yer normal form, and I'm sure I can expect great things outta ya!" 'After all, he is Cole's son!'

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Hey! Chile here!

Damn! My injuries (and Olivia) won't allow me to go to Kanassa with Bardock-tachi. But problems arise in the palace. Freiza asks for the prince! And on Kanassa, something happens to my mentor that changes the course of Sayin history as we know it!

Next time on DragonballBC: The Golden Touch; The Attack On Kanassa

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Fun Fact: The planet name "Viss 35" is a play on "Visser 3" from Animorphs.

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Yami: Its okay, I guess...

Yugi: Cool! This looks pretty neat! But what's with Kanassa?

Una: Its the beginning of the end, as most Bardock fans know.

Bardock: Why?

Una: ^_^ No spoilers!!

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