That Bastard Son

Ch.1- A Small Sacrifice

I do not own DBZ, only my characters Son Draws and Himari. So don't sue!

A tiny smile crept on his face as he remembered that day, 10 years ago. How he was such a brat, he never knew. But as quickly as the smile came, it disappeared as well as he remembered the rest of his childhood going down the toilet. If he ever got the chance for revenge... "...Are you sure about this?" He snapped out of his thoughts. "I do want to go back." He glanced back at his friend, his eyes full of depression and weariness. "Even if my past won't change, at least his future won't be full of crap like mine..." His companion nodded in understanding. "I see...and I understand.."

At least he managed to lift his lips, even if it wasn't real enough to convince his friend. At age 16, Son Draws has become quite a looker since his days on the streets. A pretty boy face that never ceased to be cute whenever his face contorted in several moods, even if scowling and stoic most of the time. "Yes, I know...I bet that when my father and mother see me, they won't recognize me as their child at all. Do you think so, Himari?" Draws asked. Himari grinned down at his friend who was lounging on the couch in the living room. The teenager that met the little homeless boy on the streets was now a gorgeous 26-year old. The long ebony that he once had was now cropped short, but he still had the spiky locks.

He still wore sunglasses, and his hair still had those red streaks he put in his hair himself. It took Himari several months to get the 6-year old boy to open up, and once he did, he discovered that Draws was part saiyajin when he started training the boy how to fight...

Himari grunted as he blocked Draws' punches and fought back with his own. The boy was learning fast, and pretty soon he would probably surpass him in a few years. He could tell that Draws loved to fight, and would never back down from a good spar. Himari clearly wanted to use all his power, but he reminded himself to keep his full power down. He might hurt the boy if he did. They touched the ground and stared each other down, slightly breathing hard. "Aren't I getting better, senpai?" Draws asked. Himari nodded. "Hai...I didn't think you already knew how to fight...who taught you?" Draws opened his mouth to answer, but he shook his head. "I don't remember."

The teenager blinked before he stood up straight. "You don't remember?" Draws nodded slowly. "Even if I did..." He trailed off and said nothing more. Himari wanted to find out, but he decided to ask him later, when the boy was ready. "...Himari-san?" Draws finally spoke. "Hai?" "Will I become as strong as you? I mean, even when I turn into a monster?" He asked. "...Monster? What do you mean?" Himari questioned. "...This." Himari's mouth dropped open as he watched Draws transform into a Super Saiyajin. 'He's a Saiyajin?! Here, on Earth??? But how?! Vegeta-sei blew up!' Draws's eyebrow lifted as he looked at Himari. "What? Do I have something on my face?"

"Yes. But if they do, will you forgive them?" Draws' eyes flashed and his scowl deepened. "No." Himari let out a sigh and sat in his favorite chair. "I know you think it's their fault for abandoning you, and I don't blame you for thinking so, but will you give them another chance?" He asked. Draws' hands tightened into fists and as he turned away and glared at the coffee table in front of him. "...Do you think...after what they did, and what I've gone through during the past decade...I would forgive them in an instant!?" He stood up angrily. "What the hell do you take me for, senpai!? I'm not like you! I will never forgive them at all!" Himari could feel his aura rise up, and he rolled his eyes. 'Great..I riled him up.' Draws closed his eyes and seethed in his anger. "...NEVER!!!!! I HOPE THEY'RE IN HELL!!!"

"Please say you don't mean that." Himari said. "I do...and if you got a problem, I don't care one fucking bit." Draws growled. The older man sighed. "Draws...I... " He started. Suddenly he sensed danger heading for Draws, and he leapt at him, knocking the teen out of the way as a power ball blasted its way into the apartment. It destroyed the couch just where he was at. "Dammit! I thought we would be safe here!" Himari growled to himself as he pulled Draws to him in protection. Draws' eyes changed from flint to orbs filled with fear. "Himari!!! Don't let them do it to me again!!" His voice was full of hysteria as he buried his face in his chest. "PLEASE DON'T LET THEM!!!"

Himari told Draws to quiet down, and to make sure to keep his power level low enough that they wouldn't sense it as they hid behind the broken walls. In the meantime, a group of figures flew into the ruined apartment, clothed in black robes. Their hoods hid their faces, but Himari knew that one had to at least be...him. "...Blast the apartment. Report to me if you find the traitor and the hybrid." A cold voice ordered from the figure in the middle. "If you find them, bring me the hybrid alive. As for my stepbrother...? Kill him."

They then heard the sound of someone powering up a chi blast in their hands. Himari knew they couldn't escape, unless... he pulled Draws away and looked into his blue eyes. "Listen to me, Draws. I'm going to distract the cult members...I want you to go back into the past and undo everything that lead up to this moment. Even if it means not ever meeting me. You understand?" Himari asked. Draws shook his head. "No! Not if it means that you're not in my life!" Himari could hear that they were about to unleash their chi blasts upward into the sky so that it would fly down and kill them. "Do you want to die?" He asked. "There's no other choice...please...get away now so that you have a chance to live the way you always wanted."

"What about you!?" Draws said. "Me? I'll be right behind you. I promise we'll live in a world without fear, and without hiding from the cult. " "But what they...!" Himari winked. "Don't worry, I'm a saiyajin...I love to fight. I can take care myself." Draws's eyes took on a hard sheen. "...Promise you'll come back alive?" He said. "Promise. Now go!" Himari pushed Draws towards the tiny capsule they hid in the kitchen before he stood up. "Fight me saiyajin to saiyajin, unless you're not!" He yelled at them. The teenager crept amongst the rubble and managed to open the capsule. "Here goes nothing!" The last thing Draws saw of that time was Himari turning super saiyajin and fighting the cloaked figures...