In an Instant
Part 4
Disclaimer: If you really wanted to read the disclaimer, I urge you to find out if what's left of your sanity (Or lack thereof) is still intact.
When Goku woke up, he realized that he was in a regen tank. The dense blue liquid felt good. He opened his eyes in time to see Vegita, Bulma, Goten, and Trunks looking at him. The latter three had worry written on their faces while Vegita was glaring at his father and saying something unrepeatable. Bulma took a look at the controls and immediately let the poor Saiya-Jin out of the tank.
"Thanks Bulma." He offered a small smile. Vegita turned at the sound of his voice.
"Finally Kakarotto." He growled his normal greeting. Goku only smiled.
"Thanks, Vegita." He replied. An unreadable look passed in the Prince's face. Vegita gave a slight nod to show he heard and turned back to his father.
Goku reached for the pants of his torn gi. He was feeling slightly immodest standing there in his boxers. Bulma gave a light laugh and threw them at the Saiya-Jin. He put them on and turned to talk to Vegita. Bulma gasped.
"Bulma?" He turned. "What's wrong?"
"Look- Your back!" She cried. "It's- oh gosh." Goku gave a politely confused look and turned back around.
Faster, you guys!" Gohan yelled in exasperation. "Dad's ki went haywire! I can almost not feel it!" Chichi shook her head and the other's tried to speed up. Bardock glanced at the teen demi Saiya-Jin and frowned.
*There is something odd about this kid. And it's not his blood either.* He thought to himself. He was still confused. They claimed to be his son's mate and child and Kakarotto was supposed to be dead. Radditz was supposed to be dead too. None of this made sense. It took almost an hour to reach the palace. The guards halted them.
"Let me through." Gohan snarled. The guard laughed and swiped at him. Gohan kicked him in the face and knocked him out. The group raced inside.
Vegita knew Gohan and the others were coming. He was so mad at his father already that it took all his will power not to go Super Saiya-Jin and kill him. Goku seemed to sense that, and, knowing Goku, he probably did.
"I would like to know what you did that for." He stated shortly. It took a lot to get Goku mad, and the king was certainly on his way quickly.
"You, a third class -a weak third class- dared speak to my son as an equal. That is against the law." He snorted.
The other group of people ran in the room, Gohan in the lead. "Dad! What happened?" He cried. "I was afraid they'd kill you again!"
"They almost did." Goku replied softly. "They were very close. I was very lucky." Gohan glared at the king, eyes narrowed in rage.
"How dare you?" He breathed. His rage began to get the better of him, and no one noticed. "How dare You?" He hissed. His eyes flashed turquoise, and his hair flickered gold. "HOW DARE YOU?!" He screamed and flew into Super Saiya-Jin.
"Gohan! Stop!" Goku grabbed his arm. "That's enough! Power down and stop!" Gohan looked at his father and sighed.
"The- you're- The Legendary." The king managed to croak out. He gasped again and fell to the floor as Gohan powered down.
"Uncle Turlis?" Goten yelled. Every one turned to Goku's look-alike cousin.
"What, brat?" He snapped at the young fighter.
"That's stupid icky-poo is the king, right?" Goten asked
"Yes, Brat." He growled.
Goten and Trunks exchanged looks, which soon turned into wicked smiles. "If you're thinking what I think you thinking…" Trunks grin grew even wider.
Bulma's eyes widened. "Oh no. No you don't! You are _not_ going to dye his hair pink."
"Aw, mom!" Trunks wined.
"NO!"
Outside the med office, Bardock was pacing around. Just after they had gotten there, his scouter had nearly blown up from the enormous power surge that someone had let loose. He was unsure to why that had happened. But, somehow, he knew it had to be related that boy that claimed to be Kakarotto's brat. He heard the king give a shout of surprise, then someone fall to the floor. Later he heard a woman yell, "NO!" Quite frankly, Bardock was confused.
Ten people finally walked out of the med room into the waiting room. Bardock looked like he was going to put a hole in the floor from pacing. The first few he paid no heed to. He already knew who they were. The next caught his attention. It was Prince Vegita and a woman. A _human_ woman. He could have died from shock. The last to come out was carrying two children. One under each arm. But what was most remarkable was that the man looked just like him, face wise at least. The only real difference was that all to innocent look about him and there was no scar on his cheek. Bardock was seeing his second son for the second time.
"Kakarotto?" He whispered, unable to speak. "Is it you, Kakarotto?"
Goku turned at the sound of his Saiya-Jin name. Who are you?" He finally asked. He knew him, somehow, but he didn't.
"Karrot-chan?" Bardock finally asked. "Surly you remember me. I'm you father."
Goku frowned. His father? Karrot-chan? He _knew_ that name from somewhere. Or, he thought he knew. Was this really his father?
(A/N) Quick note here. I'm pretending that up until a Saiya-Jin child reached the age of two, its parents showed affection, then, they gradually stopped. Alright, on with the fic!
"Your my father?" Goku finally asked. Bardock nodded.
"You don't remember me, do you, Kakarotto." Bardock sounded sad. Goku shook his head no. Despite the fact that he sounded ready to cry, his face was impassive.
"But, I feel like I ought to." He gave a frown. "Why didn't you ever come after me? Didn't you care?"
"The king wouldn't allow it, and by the time I got back, they presumed you were dead." Bardock's face still betrayed nothing, but his voice grew even sadder. "They told me that they had sent you off a year ago, and never returned. They told me they had look! I shouldn't have believed them."
Goku smiled. He hated to see people like this. Poor Bardock! "Well, now you know I'm not dead and that I have two wonderful children, and a mate. It's okay!"
"I'm still sorry." Bardock replied. "Can you forgive me?"
"Yeah!" Goku caught him in a bone crushing hug. Bardock couldn't breath. In fact, he was beginning to think he would sell his soul for air right now.
"Go-chan, you'd better loosen your grip. I don't think your father can breath." Chichi told her husband as Bardock slowly turned blue.
"Right. Sorry." He let go. Bardock would have fallen, ready to pass out, but Goku caught him. "Sorry father."
"Right." Bardock managed to weez.
"Your giving me cavities." Vegita finally snarled. Let's go."
King Vegita woke up several hours later, still laying on the floor. (A/N I bet he feels loved.) The others had left to go to Kami only knows where and he had no idea what to do. *Now, let me think. Why was I out cold? Something gold, legend, kid… SUPER SAIYA-JIN!* He sprang to his feet and ran down the hall towards the throne room.
*A half-breed is the first Super Saiya-Jin in three millennia? How can this _be_?* He continued to race down the hall way. In fourteen days the Earth would be a pile of trash in space and his son would be dead.
Vegita sighed. He was in the armories at the moment trying to find some clean armor that actually fit. The others were also there, suiting up in armor that wasn't bloody. Goku had gone to get Erasa and Sharpener and Videl and Gohan had taken them to get fitted with armor like the rest.
Goku was talking to his new-found father and Goten was complaining that Chichi never let him have any fun. All in all the group was much happier now than before. That was good. No one was going to try to go Super Saiya- Jin and no one was trying to kill anyone else- at the moment.
"I feel much better." Radditz told Nappa and Turlis after getting armor. The gi's the earth fighters wore were comfortable but it wasn't armor. The other two had to agree with him.
"No what?" Gohan finally asked the group.
"I vote for food." Goku spoke up. "I'm starved. I, probably unlike you, haven't had any food all day. And I know it's defiantly past lunch."
"Always thinking of your stomach, little brother." Radditz laughed. The two had been more friendly in the past few weeks, but it was clear that issues still needed to be resolved.
(A/N) Ah! Time for the wonderful thing I like to call My Mindless Babbles (Even though most people call them authors notes). Anyway, I'm really glad to get this done. I meant to have it out sooner, but my mother grounded me from the computer. That was because I needed GOOD exam grades. Anyhoo, I missed writing! I missed my fans too! And please Review. Ooh… That rhyms…
Uh, thanks to every one that has reviewed so far, I'd love to hear from you again and, if you wish, flame. I will accept them quite happily. Being able to pick them apart and laugh at them will make my day much better.
Bai Bai!
Lady Foeseeker
Part 4
Disclaimer: If you really wanted to read the disclaimer, I urge you to find out if what's left of your sanity (Or lack thereof) is still intact.
When Goku woke up, he realized that he was in a regen tank. The dense blue liquid felt good. He opened his eyes in time to see Vegita, Bulma, Goten, and Trunks looking at him. The latter three had worry written on their faces while Vegita was glaring at his father and saying something unrepeatable. Bulma took a look at the controls and immediately let the poor Saiya-Jin out of the tank.
"Thanks Bulma." He offered a small smile. Vegita turned at the sound of his voice.
"Finally Kakarotto." He growled his normal greeting. Goku only smiled.
"Thanks, Vegita." He replied. An unreadable look passed in the Prince's face. Vegita gave a slight nod to show he heard and turned back to his father.
Goku reached for the pants of his torn gi. He was feeling slightly immodest standing there in his boxers. Bulma gave a light laugh and threw them at the Saiya-Jin. He put them on and turned to talk to Vegita. Bulma gasped.
"Bulma?" He turned. "What's wrong?"
"Look- Your back!" She cried. "It's- oh gosh." Goku gave a politely confused look and turned back around.
Faster, you guys!" Gohan yelled in exasperation. "Dad's ki went haywire! I can almost not feel it!" Chichi shook her head and the other's tried to speed up. Bardock glanced at the teen demi Saiya-Jin and frowned.
*There is something odd about this kid. And it's not his blood either.* He thought to himself. He was still confused. They claimed to be his son's mate and child and Kakarotto was supposed to be dead. Radditz was supposed to be dead too. None of this made sense. It took almost an hour to reach the palace. The guards halted them.
"Let me through." Gohan snarled. The guard laughed and swiped at him. Gohan kicked him in the face and knocked him out. The group raced inside.
Vegita knew Gohan and the others were coming. He was so mad at his father already that it took all his will power not to go Super Saiya-Jin and kill him. Goku seemed to sense that, and, knowing Goku, he probably did.
"I would like to know what you did that for." He stated shortly. It took a lot to get Goku mad, and the king was certainly on his way quickly.
"You, a third class -a weak third class- dared speak to my son as an equal. That is against the law." He snorted.
The other group of people ran in the room, Gohan in the lead. "Dad! What happened?" He cried. "I was afraid they'd kill you again!"
"They almost did." Goku replied softly. "They were very close. I was very lucky." Gohan glared at the king, eyes narrowed in rage.
"How dare you?" He breathed. His rage began to get the better of him, and no one noticed. "How dare You?" He hissed. His eyes flashed turquoise, and his hair flickered gold. "HOW DARE YOU?!" He screamed and flew into Super Saiya-Jin.
"Gohan! Stop!" Goku grabbed his arm. "That's enough! Power down and stop!" Gohan looked at his father and sighed.
"The- you're- The Legendary." The king managed to croak out. He gasped again and fell to the floor as Gohan powered down.
"Uncle Turlis?" Goten yelled. Every one turned to Goku's look-alike cousin.
"What, brat?" He snapped at the young fighter.
"That's stupid icky-poo is the king, right?" Goten asked
"Yes, Brat." He growled.
Goten and Trunks exchanged looks, which soon turned into wicked smiles. "If you're thinking what I think you thinking…" Trunks grin grew even wider.
Bulma's eyes widened. "Oh no. No you don't! You are _not_ going to dye his hair pink."
"Aw, mom!" Trunks wined.
"NO!"
Outside the med office, Bardock was pacing around. Just after they had gotten there, his scouter had nearly blown up from the enormous power surge that someone had let loose. He was unsure to why that had happened. But, somehow, he knew it had to be related that boy that claimed to be Kakarotto's brat. He heard the king give a shout of surprise, then someone fall to the floor. Later he heard a woman yell, "NO!" Quite frankly, Bardock was confused.
Ten people finally walked out of the med room into the waiting room. Bardock looked like he was going to put a hole in the floor from pacing. The first few he paid no heed to. He already knew who they were. The next caught his attention. It was Prince Vegita and a woman. A _human_ woman. He could have died from shock. The last to come out was carrying two children. One under each arm. But what was most remarkable was that the man looked just like him, face wise at least. The only real difference was that all to innocent look about him and there was no scar on his cheek. Bardock was seeing his second son for the second time.
"Kakarotto?" He whispered, unable to speak. "Is it you, Kakarotto?"
Goku turned at the sound of his Saiya-Jin name. Who are you?" He finally asked. He knew him, somehow, but he didn't.
"Karrot-chan?" Bardock finally asked. "Surly you remember me. I'm you father."
Goku frowned. His father? Karrot-chan? He _knew_ that name from somewhere. Or, he thought he knew. Was this really his father?
(A/N) Quick note here. I'm pretending that up until a Saiya-Jin child reached the age of two, its parents showed affection, then, they gradually stopped. Alright, on with the fic!
"Your my father?" Goku finally asked. Bardock nodded.
"You don't remember me, do you, Kakarotto." Bardock sounded sad. Goku shook his head no. Despite the fact that he sounded ready to cry, his face was impassive.
"But, I feel like I ought to." He gave a frown. "Why didn't you ever come after me? Didn't you care?"
"The king wouldn't allow it, and by the time I got back, they presumed you were dead." Bardock's face still betrayed nothing, but his voice grew even sadder. "They told me that they had sent you off a year ago, and never returned. They told me they had look! I shouldn't have believed them."
Goku smiled. He hated to see people like this. Poor Bardock! "Well, now you know I'm not dead and that I have two wonderful children, and a mate. It's okay!"
"I'm still sorry." Bardock replied. "Can you forgive me?"
"Yeah!" Goku caught him in a bone crushing hug. Bardock couldn't breath. In fact, he was beginning to think he would sell his soul for air right now.
"Go-chan, you'd better loosen your grip. I don't think your father can breath." Chichi told her husband as Bardock slowly turned blue.
"Right. Sorry." He let go. Bardock would have fallen, ready to pass out, but Goku caught him. "Sorry father."
"Right." Bardock managed to weez.
"Your giving me cavities." Vegita finally snarled. Let's go."
King Vegita woke up several hours later, still laying on the floor. (A/N I bet he feels loved.) The others had left to go to Kami only knows where and he had no idea what to do. *Now, let me think. Why was I out cold? Something gold, legend, kid… SUPER SAIYA-JIN!* He sprang to his feet and ran down the hall towards the throne room.
*A half-breed is the first Super Saiya-Jin in three millennia? How can this _be_?* He continued to race down the hall way. In fourteen days the Earth would be a pile of trash in space and his son would be dead.
Vegita sighed. He was in the armories at the moment trying to find some clean armor that actually fit. The others were also there, suiting up in armor that wasn't bloody. Goku had gone to get Erasa and Sharpener and Videl and Gohan had taken them to get fitted with armor like the rest.
Goku was talking to his new-found father and Goten was complaining that Chichi never let him have any fun. All in all the group was much happier now than before. That was good. No one was going to try to go Super Saiya- Jin and no one was trying to kill anyone else- at the moment.
"I feel much better." Radditz told Nappa and Turlis after getting armor. The gi's the earth fighters wore were comfortable but it wasn't armor. The other two had to agree with him.
"No what?" Gohan finally asked the group.
"I vote for food." Goku spoke up. "I'm starved. I, probably unlike you, haven't had any food all day. And I know it's defiantly past lunch."
"Always thinking of your stomach, little brother." Radditz laughed. The two had been more friendly in the past few weeks, but it was clear that issues still needed to be resolved.
(A/N) Ah! Time for the wonderful thing I like to call My Mindless Babbles (Even though most people call them authors notes). Anyway, I'm really glad to get this done. I meant to have it out sooner, but my mother grounded me from the computer. That was because I needed GOOD exam grades. Anyhoo, I missed writing! I missed my fans too! And please Review. Ooh… That rhyms…
Uh, thanks to every one that has reviewed so far, I'd love to hear from you again and, if you wish, flame. I will accept them quite happily. Being able to pick them apart and laugh at them will make my day much better.
Bai Bai!
Lady Foeseeker