Chapter 2:
"What do you mean, Lord Freiza?" asked K.Vegeta.
"I mean sort of like, a bond. If you betray my trust, you don't get your bond back," the purple and white lizard smirked evilly.
"What do you mean by, betraying your trust?"
"I mean attacking me, abandoning missions, disobeying me."
"So it will be like we're under your control?"
"Precisely, monkey." K. Vegeta grimaced. He hated being called a monkey but he was nowhere near strong enough to take on this tyrant.
"So what sort of bond do you want? We have gold, technology, fighting services."
"No, Vegeta. You misunderstand me. I don't want material things. I want a Saiyan of great importance."
"Me?" K.Vegeta asked, dumbfounded.
"No you egotistical ape, your heir. Your son. I believe his name is also Vegeta?"
* "Prepare for landing. Initiating landing gear." The computerised voice droned in the background. Buruma looked out of her window at the blue sphere below her.
'Chikyuu,' she thought. 'My home to be.'
"Pod malfunction, pod malfunction. Alert, alert, landing gear not working, alert, alert, alert."
"NO!" Buruma yelled, banging the keypad of her pod. "No you stupid machine," she screamed. Buruma flicked the switch on her scouter.
"Kakarot. Kakarot can you hear me?" she asked frantically.
"Yeah, Buruma. Help me my pod's malfunctioning!" Kakarot's desperate voice came in her ear.
"Mine too! What do we do?"
"I don't know. Mine's been malfunctioning for a while now and I can't seem to fix it. I think we're going to have to sit it out and pray that we live," Kakarot told her solemnly. Buruma gulped, and gripped the sides of her seat. The blue ball in front of her was lurking ever closer. She could make out patches of green now. They were sifting into grey. Buruma closed her eyes and prayed to Kami she made it out alive.
*
"Healing, complete," the voice told Nappa. The tall, bald Saiyan rushed over to the tank and hit the drain button. All the liquid inside the tank vanished, and Vegeta's young body fell to the ground, completely healed. Nappa threw open the door and lifted out the Prince, handing him a towel. The young boy stood and looked around.
"Nappa. Where is my father?" His voice was full of a venom Nappa had never heard before.
"I-I-I don't know sir," Nappa stuttered.
"Too bad. Get me some damned clothes. Some armour to be more precise."
"Yes sir," Nappa mumbled, hurrying off to Vegeta's chambers to get his royal armour. Vegeta wrapped the towel around his waist, and sat down on a chair.
'I hate you, father. I absolutely hate you. How could you do this to me? My tail.' The thoughts chorused through Vegeta's head. He looked down at his now healed tail, and grimaced. Though he could feel no pain, he could still remember it. It had felt, as though someone was he couldn't explain it. The torture that his father had implemented upon him was beyond words.
"I wish Kassan was here," Vegeta mumbled quietly to himself.
"Well she's not you foolish brat!" Vegeta looked up to see the figure of his father standing in the doorway, half hidden by shadows.
"Toussan, you never told me what happened to Kassan," Vegeta told him. K.Vegeta smirked malevolently.
"Your mother was a hindrance. Once she had conceived you and delivered you safely, I disposed of her," he told Vegeta, obviously well pleased with himself. Vegeta stared at his father in shock.
"You murdered her?" Vegeta asked, shocked.
"Too right I did, boy. And if you don't learn some respect for your superiors you will suffer the same fate. Although I daresay it won't be at my hands. More likely Freiza's."
"What's that supposed to mean," snarled Vegeta.
"I'm handing you over to Freiza as a bond. If I work with him, he gives you back. If not, he kills you. Simple. I suggest you go and get your stuff. Dodoria and Zarbon will be here to collect you soon and believe me. You DON'T want to keep them waiting," he smirked evilly at his shocked son.
"You sold me? Like a possession? You gave away your own son willingly?" Vegeta stared numbly at the man he had thought was his father. "You're no father of mine," Vegeta spat.
"Whatever, brat. Get your stuff and HURRY THE HELL UP ABOUT IT!" he roared. Vegeta was about to answer when Nappa burst in.
"Here you are, sir. Your armour." Nappa bowed to the prince and handed him his armour.
"You are not to address Vegeta like this! He is no longer you prince. I have handed him over to Freiza. You owe him nothing. He is to be treated like a normal Saiyan," K.Vegeta told Nappa.
"But sir," Nappa started.
"Don't but sir me, Nappa." The King's voice had a warning about it and Nappa silenced himself. Vegeta huffed and pulled on his armour. When dressed, K.Vegeta grabbed him and threw him out the door.
"Pick yourself up, brat. Walk like you have some dignity," he sneered. Vegeta glared daggers at his father, but picked himself up and headed for his chambers. His father followed.
When they reached the Prince's living quarters, the King marched straight to his wardrobe and began rummaging through it.
"You won't be needing this, these, that, this or this," he muttered, throwing out Vegeta's royal armour, boots, training gear before gathering them up and handing them to a waiting Saiyan. "Take these and burn them," he told the guard. The guard nodded and exited the room, a bundle of clothes and gear in his hands.
"You can't do this to me!" Vegeta yelled as his father chucked him the clothes he was to take to Freiza's. "You can't just throw me out of your life and make it like I never existed! You can't just take all my royal rights and clothes and possessions!"
"Guess what brat," the King stood and looked at his son. "I just did." Then he exited and left Vegeta alone to think. The young prince began pull his remaining clothes and armour into the case on the bed. He picked a few things out of his draws, like the pictures of his mother and a few other prized possessions. When he had collected everything, Vegeta grabbed his suitcase and flew to the R.T.L building. His father, Nappa and Bardock were waiting.
"Toussan, why is that third-class baka here?" Vegeta asked. K.Vegeta's eyes flashed menacingly.
"I am NOT your Toussan. You are to address me as King Vegeta or your Royal Highness. Don't ever speak to me with such disrespect." Vegeta hmphed and chucked his suitcase at Bardock, who caught it. Vegeta stared him in the eye for a moment, before turning and looking away. However, Vegeta turned back for another look. There was something different about Bardock. He didn't have the same soft look he had had when Vegeta had seen him last, at the departure of his children. His face was hard, and his eyes showed no mercy. He had several more scars on his face and everything about him seemed to scream evil. Vegeta shook himself, thinking he was probably imagining it.
Vegeta was standing waiting for Freiza's men to arrive, when Nappa hurried up to him.
"Prin, er I mean Vegeta. I wanted to tell you something. I will always serve you, and be by your side and respect you no matter what the King says. Know that if ever you need me, I will be only a few galaxies away." Vegeta looked at Nappa.
"I know Nappa. Thank you." Nappa nodded before hurrying back to the King. All too soon, a space ship was landing, and the door opened with a hiss. Out stepped to of the strangest beings Vegeta had ever seen. There was a large pink flabby one with horns all over it, and a tall, green skinned one, with forest green hair, that was plaited in a long plait. He wore jewellery all over his body, and both had scouters attached to their left ears.
"King Vegeta. This is Dodoria and I am Zarbon. We are here to collect Vegeta," the green one spoke. Vegeta stepped forward and Nappa hurried to grab his trunk, only to be held back by the King. Vegeta heaved his own trunk onto the ramp, where a little orange man with purple spots all over his oblong like head hurried forward to take it.
"Well, monkey. This is Uncle Dodoria, and I am Uncle Zarbon. And we're here to make your life a living hell," he snarled evilly. Vegeta bit his tongue. He could sense these two were way stronger than him. Perhaps even stronger than his fath- the King. "Good. I see you are going to be a quiet little monkey. Now get inside before I hurt you," the pink one spoke for the first time. Vegeta turned around for a last look at his home planet Vegeta-sei. He looked at Bardock. There was something in his eyes. Was it sorrow? But no sooner had he seen it, it was gone and Vegeta was sure he could imagine it. He stole a glance at Nappa, who without a doubt looked pained to be leaving. Vegeta shot him a reassuring smile. Nappa relaxed a little and Vegeta opened his mouth to say goodbye, but was suddenly kicked with the force of one of his fath- the King's ki blasts, into the ship. The door closed with a hiss behind him as the clunking of the aliens' feet disappeared around the corner.
Vegeta looked around his new home. The ship was all white. The walls, the roof, everything. Suddenly, a short orange person with foot-length white hair walked up to him. A second later a tall blue one with a spotted head came into view behind him.
"Hey Berta. Looks like Freiza's new monkey arrived. What's say we see if he can spar?" the orange one spoke.
"Sure thing, Jeice. I could do with some new meat to beat the hell out of," the tall blue one named Berta laughed. The two gave a high five before advancing menacingly on the young Saiyan. He cowered against the wall, sensing that these were two tremendous powers. The orange one grabbed Vegeta by the tail, and all the memories of the King's most recent beatings resurfaced in his mind. Jeice was swinging him now, like a pendulum. They laughed as Vegeta's face contorted in pain. They were just about to send him flying when,
"Jeice! Berta! Why are you treating our new guest like this? I asked you to show him to his room, not beat the living crap out of him!" A short purple and white lizard in a little air-cart floated into view. His face, Vegeta couldn't help noticing, was extremely feminine and he seemed to be wearing lipstick. The two aliens next to Vegeta sank to their knees as the lizard approached. Berta reached up and yanked Vegeta onto his knees, too.
"Lord Freiza," Jeice muttered.
"Yes, yes Jeice. Pick yourself up. You too, Berta. I want you to show our monkey prince to his sleeping and living quarters." Vegeta desperately wanted to throw a ki ball at this reptile he was NOT a monkey! A prince, yes, or so he USED to be but a monkey? But something about this guy was not right. He had a mini power level, but the way the other two bowed to him, he was sure this Freiza dude was hiding his true power. Instead he gritted his teeth and allowed himself to be led off by Jeice and Berta.
*
"Toussan, I heard the King's brat got sent off today," Radditz asked his father as they sat down to eat.
"Yes, Radditz. The King gave Vegeta to Freiza as part of a peace proposal. If K.Vegeta betrays Freiza's trust then Freiza will kill Vegeta simply."
"Oh. Did the King give up Vegeta WILLINGLY?" Radditz asked. Bardock nodded.
"He doesn't care for his son. And frankly, Radditz I don't care for you either. I would quite happily have given you instead of the Prince, but you are of no value to the Saiyan race and therefore it was not worth it. I have a purging mission to organise so if you DON'T mind and even if you do, I'm going now. Radditz, stay out of trouble and help your mother." Bardock stood up from the table and headed upstairs. Radditz was shocked. His father had never spoken to him like that before, and it hurt him to know his father didn't care. Then again, his father had been very different since his brother and sister had left. He was colder, and less emotional. For the first two months after they left, Radditz hadn't seen Bardock. Bardock had spent the whole to months purging, and purged fifteen planets in that time. He had seemed to be taking out his anger on the Natives of the planets he destroyed. But when he had come back, Bardock had taken to training every day, and eventually had become strong enough to try for the King's guards. He had got through and now spent most of his time attending to the King, or with his mother. Truth be told, Radditz had been embarrassed about his father being so emotional. His friends had teased him and made fun. But now Radditz found himself missing his old father. The one who used to comfort him, be gentle with him. CARE for him.
But that father was now gone and Radditz had no idea if he'd ever come back. Instead, he turned his thoughts to his brother and sister. They were probably on Chikyuu by now.
*
"Hold on, Buruma!" Kakarot yelled as the pod entered Chikyuu's atmosphere. Buruma gripped tighter to her seat, her hands sweating. Suddenly, the pod collided with the planet, with the force of an atomic bomb.
"Aaaah," screamed Buruma, as the whole world around her went black. She muttered, "Kakarot," before a pain so intense engulfed her body that she passed out.
*
"Oh my! Look at that!" Gohan yelled as what looked like two shooting stars collided with the planet. His neighbours, Dr. and Mrs. Briefs looked to where the old man was pointing. The sky was filled with black smoke and there was a huge crack. Dr. Briefs grabbed a capsule out of his pocket and clicked it open. An air car appeared and the three humans climbed in. The car sped towards the scene of the explosions.
*
"Ugh, oog," giggled a little blue haired girl, who was sitting in the middle of a cornfield. She crawled over to her brother and grabbed his tail. He stiffened and she giggled again.
"Aaaah! Waaah!" the spiky haired infant cried. The little blue haired girl drew her hand back and looked at the other baby.
"Bad," he yelled at her. Her bottom lip started quivering and soon they were both screaming.
(In case you haven't noticed, Buruma and Kakarot have been taken to where they should be mentally, for a Chikyuu-child their age. So a one year old earth baby).
"Oh my goodness, honey! Look at these adorable babies," a ditzy blonde yelled to her husband, her hands clasped to her cheeks.
"They are cute aren't they dear? But look! They've got tails!" he yelled suddenly, jumping backwards. "They're aliens!"
"But they look so normal!" Mrs. Briefs argued.
"They're Saiyans," Gohan spoke up for the first time since they had arrived on the scene.
"Saiyans?" Mrs and Dr. Briefs asked in unison. The old man nodded.
"They come from the planet Vegeta-sei. They're a very barbaric race. Judging by these two, however, I would say that they have had their memories affected by their crash because Saiyan babies are particularly advanced," he told them as the blue-haired girl pulled the black-haired one's tail.
"But how do you know they're Saiyans?" Dr. Briefs asked.
"Their tails. Though if you're going to keep them I suggest you get those tails removed. When a Saiyan sees the full moon, they transform into a giant ape called the Oozaru form and destroy anything in their path."
"How do you know all this?"
"Kami and King Kai and Mr. Popo told me."
"Oh."
"Can we keep them, dear?" asked Mrs. Briefs. Her husband looked apprehensive.
"I dunno, dear. They are aliens after all."
"But they're so NORMAL!" he practically screamed.
"Well I'd say they're brother and sister," Gohan told them. "Though I never heard of a blue-haired Saiyan before. And that blue tail is even more rare. Saiyans tend to have black hair and brown tails. And their hair always sticks out oddly (Bulma's hair is almost exactly the same as Goku's with a few differences and it's blue) like these two's. Oh. And I want to keep the black-haired one," Gohan told them.
"Fine then. We'll keep the blue-haired one. It won't be so bad seen as they're next-door neighbours," Dr. Briefs sighed. His wife hugged him and picked up the blue-haired Saiyan.
"I think I'm going to call you Bulma. What do you think, honey?"
"Fine with me."
"And," Gohan added, picking up the black-haired kid that was trying to grab Bulma's tail, "I'm going to call you Goku."
"All right everyone, into the air car," Dr. Briefs said. The five of them climbed in and Dr. Briefs took the wheel. He pressed a few buttons and the air car launched to missiles (kinda far fetched I know but hey) at the two space pods.
"What the?" Gohan asked. Dr. Briefs smiled.
"Don't want anyone finding the evidence do we?" he asked. The other two adults shook their heads and with that they blasted into the sky, their newly adopted alien children sitting on their laps.
Author's Note: Well what do you think? Do you think I should jump 18 years into the next chapter, when Vegeta goes looking for them? It's up to you guys. And I'm really sorry to report that I lost my A Mission Failed, A Heart Discovered story. My disk somehow got wiped and the entire folder went with it. I have to re-write chapters eight and nine so bear with me, guys. Also, that high-school fic I promised, well the first chapter is up. It's called Till Death Do We Part or you could just click on my name KAIBUN and find it. R&R
"What do you mean, Lord Freiza?" asked K.Vegeta.
"I mean sort of like, a bond. If you betray my trust, you don't get your bond back," the purple and white lizard smirked evilly.
"What do you mean by, betraying your trust?"
"I mean attacking me, abandoning missions, disobeying me."
"So it will be like we're under your control?"
"Precisely, monkey." K. Vegeta grimaced. He hated being called a monkey but he was nowhere near strong enough to take on this tyrant.
"So what sort of bond do you want? We have gold, technology, fighting services."
"No, Vegeta. You misunderstand me. I don't want material things. I want a Saiyan of great importance."
"Me?" K.Vegeta asked, dumbfounded.
"No you egotistical ape, your heir. Your son. I believe his name is also Vegeta?"
* "Prepare for landing. Initiating landing gear." The computerised voice droned in the background. Buruma looked out of her window at the blue sphere below her.
'Chikyuu,' she thought. 'My home to be.'
"Pod malfunction, pod malfunction. Alert, alert, landing gear not working, alert, alert, alert."
"NO!" Buruma yelled, banging the keypad of her pod. "No you stupid machine," she screamed. Buruma flicked the switch on her scouter.
"Kakarot. Kakarot can you hear me?" she asked frantically.
"Yeah, Buruma. Help me my pod's malfunctioning!" Kakarot's desperate voice came in her ear.
"Mine too! What do we do?"
"I don't know. Mine's been malfunctioning for a while now and I can't seem to fix it. I think we're going to have to sit it out and pray that we live," Kakarot told her solemnly. Buruma gulped, and gripped the sides of her seat. The blue ball in front of her was lurking ever closer. She could make out patches of green now. They were sifting into grey. Buruma closed her eyes and prayed to Kami she made it out alive.
*
"Healing, complete," the voice told Nappa. The tall, bald Saiyan rushed over to the tank and hit the drain button. All the liquid inside the tank vanished, and Vegeta's young body fell to the ground, completely healed. Nappa threw open the door and lifted out the Prince, handing him a towel. The young boy stood and looked around.
"Nappa. Where is my father?" His voice was full of a venom Nappa had never heard before.
"I-I-I don't know sir," Nappa stuttered.
"Too bad. Get me some damned clothes. Some armour to be more precise."
"Yes sir," Nappa mumbled, hurrying off to Vegeta's chambers to get his royal armour. Vegeta wrapped the towel around his waist, and sat down on a chair.
'I hate you, father. I absolutely hate you. How could you do this to me? My tail.' The thoughts chorused through Vegeta's head. He looked down at his now healed tail, and grimaced. Though he could feel no pain, he could still remember it. It had felt, as though someone was he couldn't explain it. The torture that his father had implemented upon him was beyond words.
"I wish Kassan was here," Vegeta mumbled quietly to himself.
"Well she's not you foolish brat!" Vegeta looked up to see the figure of his father standing in the doorway, half hidden by shadows.
"Toussan, you never told me what happened to Kassan," Vegeta told him. K.Vegeta smirked malevolently.
"Your mother was a hindrance. Once she had conceived you and delivered you safely, I disposed of her," he told Vegeta, obviously well pleased with himself. Vegeta stared at his father in shock.
"You murdered her?" Vegeta asked, shocked.
"Too right I did, boy. And if you don't learn some respect for your superiors you will suffer the same fate. Although I daresay it won't be at my hands. More likely Freiza's."
"What's that supposed to mean," snarled Vegeta.
"I'm handing you over to Freiza as a bond. If I work with him, he gives you back. If not, he kills you. Simple. I suggest you go and get your stuff. Dodoria and Zarbon will be here to collect you soon and believe me. You DON'T want to keep them waiting," he smirked evilly at his shocked son.
"You sold me? Like a possession? You gave away your own son willingly?" Vegeta stared numbly at the man he had thought was his father. "You're no father of mine," Vegeta spat.
"Whatever, brat. Get your stuff and HURRY THE HELL UP ABOUT IT!" he roared. Vegeta was about to answer when Nappa burst in.
"Here you are, sir. Your armour." Nappa bowed to the prince and handed him his armour.
"You are not to address Vegeta like this! He is no longer you prince. I have handed him over to Freiza. You owe him nothing. He is to be treated like a normal Saiyan," K.Vegeta told Nappa.
"But sir," Nappa started.
"Don't but sir me, Nappa." The King's voice had a warning about it and Nappa silenced himself. Vegeta huffed and pulled on his armour. When dressed, K.Vegeta grabbed him and threw him out the door.
"Pick yourself up, brat. Walk like you have some dignity," he sneered. Vegeta glared daggers at his father, but picked himself up and headed for his chambers. His father followed.
When they reached the Prince's living quarters, the King marched straight to his wardrobe and began rummaging through it.
"You won't be needing this, these, that, this or this," he muttered, throwing out Vegeta's royal armour, boots, training gear before gathering them up and handing them to a waiting Saiyan. "Take these and burn them," he told the guard. The guard nodded and exited the room, a bundle of clothes and gear in his hands.
"You can't do this to me!" Vegeta yelled as his father chucked him the clothes he was to take to Freiza's. "You can't just throw me out of your life and make it like I never existed! You can't just take all my royal rights and clothes and possessions!"
"Guess what brat," the King stood and looked at his son. "I just did." Then he exited and left Vegeta alone to think. The young prince began pull his remaining clothes and armour into the case on the bed. He picked a few things out of his draws, like the pictures of his mother and a few other prized possessions. When he had collected everything, Vegeta grabbed his suitcase and flew to the R.T.L building. His father, Nappa and Bardock were waiting.
"Toussan, why is that third-class baka here?" Vegeta asked. K.Vegeta's eyes flashed menacingly.
"I am NOT your Toussan. You are to address me as King Vegeta or your Royal Highness. Don't ever speak to me with such disrespect." Vegeta hmphed and chucked his suitcase at Bardock, who caught it. Vegeta stared him in the eye for a moment, before turning and looking away. However, Vegeta turned back for another look. There was something different about Bardock. He didn't have the same soft look he had had when Vegeta had seen him last, at the departure of his children. His face was hard, and his eyes showed no mercy. He had several more scars on his face and everything about him seemed to scream evil. Vegeta shook himself, thinking he was probably imagining it.
Vegeta was standing waiting for Freiza's men to arrive, when Nappa hurried up to him.
"Prin, er I mean Vegeta. I wanted to tell you something. I will always serve you, and be by your side and respect you no matter what the King says. Know that if ever you need me, I will be only a few galaxies away." Vegeta looked at Nappa.
"I know Nappa. Thank you." Nappa nodded before hurrying back to the King. All too soon, a space ship was landing, and the door opened with a hiss. Out stepped to of the strangest beings Vegeta had ever seen. There was a large pink flabby one with horns all over it, and a tall, green skinned one, with forest green hair, that was plaited in a long plait. He wore jewellery all over his body, and both had scouters attached to their left ears.
"King Vegeta. This is Dodoria and I am Zarbon. We are here to collect Vegeta," the green one spoke. Vegeta stepped forward and Nappa hurried to grab his trunk, only to be held back by the King. Vegeta heaved his own trunk onto the ramp, where a little orange man with purple spots all over his oblong like head hurried forward to take it.
"Well, monkey. This is Uncle Dodoria, and I am Uncle Zarbon. And we're here to make your life a living hell," he snarled evilly. Vegeta bit his tongue. He could sense these two were way stronger than him. Perhaps even stronger than his fath- the King. "Good. I see you are going to be a quiet little monkey. Now get inside before I hurt you," the pink one spoke for the first time. Vegeta turned around for a last look at his home planet Vegeta-sei. He looked at Bardock. There was something in his eyes. Was it sorrow? But no sooner had he seen it, it was gone and Vegeta was sure he could imagine it. He stole a glance at Nappa, who without a doubt looked pained to be leaving. Vegeta shot him a reassuring smile. Nappa relaxed a little and Vegeta opened his mouth to say goodbye, but was suddenly kicked with the force of one of his fath- the King's ki blasts, into the ship. The door closed with a hiss behind him as the clunking of the aliens' feet disappeared around the corner.
Vegeta looked around his new home. The ship was all white. The walls, the roof, everything. Suddenly, a short orange person with foot-length white hair walked up to him. A second later a tall blue one with a spotted head came into view behind him.
"Hey Berta. Looks like Freiza's new monkey arrived. What's say we see if he can spar?" the orange one spoke.
"Sure thing, Jeice. I could do with some new meat to beat the hell out of," the tall blue one named Berta laughed. The two gave a high five before advancing menacingly on the young Saiyan. He cowered against the wall, sensing that these were two tremendous powers. The orange one grabbed Vegeta by the tail, and all the memories of the King's most recent beatings resurfaced in his mind. Jeice was swinging him now, like a pendulum. They laughed as Vegeta's face contorted in pain. They were just about to send him flying when,
"Jeice! Berta! Why are you treating our new guest like this? I asked you to show him to his room, not beat the living crap out of him!" A short purple and white lizard in a little air-cart floated into view. His face, Vegeta couldn't help noticing, was extremely feminine and he seemed to be wearing lipstick. The two aliens next to Vegeta sank to their knees as the lizard approached. Berta reached up and yanked Vegeta onto his knees, too.
"Lord Freiza," Jeice muttered.
"Yes, yes Jeice. Pick yourself up. You too, Berta. I want you to show our monkey prince to his sleeping and living quarters." Vegeta desperately wanted to throw a ki ball at this reptile he was NOT a monkey! A prince, yes, or so he USED to be but a monkey? But something about this guy was not right. He had a mini power level, but the way the other two bowed to him, he was sure this Freiza dude was hiding his true power. Instead he gritted his teeth and allowed himself to be led off by Jeice and Berta.
*
"Toussan, I heard the King's brat got sent off today," Radditz asked his father as they sat down to eat.
"Yes, Radditz. The King gave Vegeta to Freiza as part of a peace proposal. If K.Vegeta betrays Freiza's trust then Freiza will kill Vegeta simply."
"Oh. Did the King give up Vegeta WILLINGLY?" Radditz asked. Bardock nodded.
"He doesn't care for his son. And frankly, Radditz I don't care for you either. I would quite happily have given you instead of the Prince, but you are of no value to the Saiyan race and therefore it was not worth it. I have a purging mission to organise so if you DON'T mind and even if you do, I'm going now. Radditz, stay out of trouble and help your mother." Bardock stood up from the table and headed upstairs. Radditz was shocked. His father had never spoken to him like that before, and it hurt him to know his father didn't care. Then again, his father had been very different since his brother and sister had left. He was colder, and less emotional. For the first two months after they left, Radditz hadn't seen Bardock. Bardock had spent the whole to months purging, and purged fifteen planets in that time. He had seemed to be taking out his anger on the Natives of the planets he destroyed. But when he had come back, Bardock had taken to training every day, and eventually had become strong enough to try for the King's guards. He had got through and now spent most of his time attending to the King, or with his mother. Truth be told, Radditz had been embarrassed about his father being so emotional. His friends had teased him and made fun. But now Radditz found himself missing his old father. The one who used to comfort him, be gentle with him. CARE for him.
But that father was now gone and Radditz had no idea if he'd ever come back. Instead, he turned his thoughts to his brother and sister. They were probably on Chikyuu by now.
*
"Hold on, Buruma!" Kakarot yelled as the pod entered Chikyuu's atmosphere. Buruma gripped tighter to her seat, her hands sweating. Suddenly, the pod collided with the planet, with the force of an atomic bomb.
"Aaaah," screamed Buruma, as the whole world around her went black. She muttered, "Kakarot," before a pain so intense engulfed her body that she passed out.
*
"Oh my! Look at that!" Gohan yelled as what looked like two shooting stars collided with the planet. His neighbours, Dr. and Mrs. Briefs looked to where the old man was pointing. The sky was filled with black smoke and there was a huge crack. Dr. Briefs grabbed a capsule out of his pocket and clicked it open. An air car appeared and the three humans climbed in. The car sped towards the scene of the explosions.
*
"Ugh, oog," giggled a little blue haired girl, who was sitting in the middle of a cornfield. She crawled over to her brother and grabbed his tail. He stiffened and she giggled again.
"Aaaah! Waaah!" the spiky haired infant cried. The little blue haired girl drew her hand back and looked at the other baby.
"Bad," he yelled at her. Her bottom lip started quivering and soon they were both screaming.
(In case you haven't noticed, Buruma and Kakarot have been taken to where they should be mentally, for a Chikyuu-child their age. So a one year old earth baby).
"Oh my goodness, honey! Look at these adorable babies," a ditzy blonde yelled to her husband, her hands clasped to her cheeks.
"They are cute aren't they dear? But look! They've got tails!" he yelled suddenly, jumping backwards. "They're aliens!"
"But they look so normal!" Mrs. Briefs argued.
"They're Saiyans," Gohan spoke up for the first time since they had arrived on the scene.
"Saiyans?" Mrs and Dr. Briefs asked in unison. The old man nodded.
"They come from the planet Vegeta-sei. They're a very barbaric race. Judging by these two, however, I would say that they have had their memories affected by their crash because Saiyan babies are particularly advanced," he told them as the blue-haired girl pulled the black-haired one's tail.
"But how do you know they're Saiyans?" Dr. Briefs asked.
"Their tails. Though if you're going to keep them I suggest you get those tails removed. When a Saiyan sees the full moon, they transform into a giant ape called the Oozaru form and destroy anything in their path."
"How do you know all this?"
"Kami and King Kai and Mr. Popo told me."
"Oh."
"Can we keep them, dear?" asked Mrs. Briefs. Her husband looked apprehensive.
"I dunno, dear. They are aliens after all."
"But they're so NORMAL!" he practically screamed.
"Well I'd say they're brother and sister," Gohan told them. "Though I never heard of a blue-haired Saiyan before. And that blue tail is even more rare. Saiyans tend to have black hair and brown tails. And their hair always sticks out oddly (Bulma's hair is almost exactly the same as Goku's with a few differences and it's blue) like these two's. Oh. And I want to keep the black-haired one," Gohan told them.
"Fine then. We'll keep the blue-haired one. It won't be so bad seen as they're next-door neighbours," Dr. Briefs sighed. His wife hugged him and picked up the blue-haired Saiyan.
"I think I'm going to call you Bulma. What do you think, honey?"
"Fine with me."
"And," Gohan added, picking up the black-haired kid that was trying to grab Bulma's tail, "I'm going to call you Goku."
"All right everyone, into the air car," Dr. Briefs said. The five of them climbed in and Dr. Briefs took the wheel. He pressed a few buttons and the air car launched to missiles (kinda far fetched I know but hey) at the two space pods.
"What the?" Gohan asked. Dr. Briefs smiled.
"Don't want anyone finding the evidence do we?" he asked. The other two adults shook their heads and with that they blasted into the sky, their newly adopted alien children sitting on their laps.
Author's Note: Well what do you think? Do you think I should jump 18 years into the next chapter, when Vegeta goes looking for them? It's up to you guys. And I'm really sorry to report that I lost my A Mission Failed, A Heart Discovered story. My disk somehow got wiped and the entire folder went with it. I have to re-write chapters eight and nine so bear with me, guys. Also, that high-school fic I promised, well the first chapter is up. It's called Till Death Do We Part or you could just click on my name KAIBUN and find it. R&R
