Dragon Ball Saiyan Redemption
Episode 11: Like Sons, Like Father
"What are you talking about Father?" asked Raditz.
"Yeah! Who is the third Super Saiyan?" Torah asked.
"He is me," Bardock responded.
"What do you mean by that Bardock?" Vegeta asked.
"Let me tell you something I've discovered," Bardock explained. "On that fateful day, those many years ago, I went head to head with Frieza. He used his Death Ball technique on me and he had this malicious smirk on his face. As I was dying, I took comfort in the fact that it would be my son who will one day wipe that smug, little grin off of his face. I felt a huge amount of power and my hair turned red. A golden aura surrounded me and I became a…Semi-Super Saiyan, a Quasi-Super Saiyan, a Gigi Super Saiyan if you will. But it didn't matter if I had all of that power. I still died. Well, remember that day Raditz first became a Super Saiyan?"
"I remember that day like it was yesterday," Raditz remarked.
"Well, that day, the golden aura had returned. But it wasn't the same as last time. My hair did not turn red but merely stood on end. That high euphoria and huge surge of power stayed though. And now today! Look at Torah and Raditz. To see both my son, and my best friend, together, as Super Saiyans, it really was too much to handle. The golden aura, the euphoria, the huge rush of power, all came surging back to me. It was then I realized something."
"What was that? You could all become Super Saiyans and you still wouldn't beat me?" Pistachio laughed evilly.
"No. Just as there is more than one way to skin a cat, there is more than one way to become a Super Saiyan. For all of the times we were training to become stronger, we have been focusing on anger. But we also could fall back on high euphoria. And Pistachio, with your permission, may I show all of you, exactly what I mean?"
"It doesn't matter if you all became Super Saiyans. Like I said before, you can't beat me!" Pistachio yelled.
"Thank you." Bardock then searched his mind for the happiest memories his life has given him.
In a Saiyan gym, a young Bardock was training. In walked a Saiyan woman who very well, could be Raditz's mother. She had the same scowl, and if it weren't for the fact that she kept her hair relatively short and held up, the same hair style.
"Training again Clamato?" the young Bardock asked.
"For your information, yes I am," Clamato responded.
"Have I ever told you how I love to see you work out? I love the way your small but strong muscles show and how your face gets all scrunched up. I absolutely love it."
"Oh shut up Bardock."
"I was wondering, maybe later, you and I could hook up at the Lounge later. That is if you're not busy of course?"
"That would be fine Bardock."
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!" Clamato laughed. "You are so funny." Clamato and Bardock were sitting and talking in the Saiyan bar known as "The Lounge."
"I am not that funny Clamato. I want to be known as the strongest fighter in the universe!" Bardock exclaimed.
"You see. You are funny."
"Well I don't mean to be."
"Oh Bardock, your so silly." Suddenly a beeping sound was heard as instructions popped up on Clamato's scouter. "Oops. I have to go. My crew is heading out to planet Derelict. Gotta go love ya." Clamato stood up as she kissed Bardock on the lips.
Back in the present, a white aura surrounded Bardock as he focused on the past again.
In a Saiyan hotel room, Bardock and Clamato were sleeping together.
"Hey, Clamato?"
"What is it Bardock?"
"How about we do the Ziona Ritualistic Mating Dance?"
"Are you serious Bardock?"
"I've never been more serious in my life. I can think of no one else who I would like to stand beside than you. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I want to be with you through both the good times and the bad times, when you're sick or injured, or when you couldn't feel better. I love you Clamato. I love you."
"Why Bardock. I would love to be your mate. I love you too."
Bardock's white aura now became gold as he yet again focused intently on the past.
"Push Clamato, push!" A nearly grown Bardock said.
"I'm pushing as hard as I can!" a nearly full grown Clamato yelled.
"Planthor, the head is crowning, help me coax this baby out," A lizard-like man with a tuft of orange hair said.
"Yes Melakka," a man with a slightly graying beard and a balding head said.
"Ya hear that honey? All you have to do is give one more hard push and it is over."
"Fine, here I go. Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Suddenly, a fifth being entered the hospital room where everyone was. This new member was a Saiyan infant who had black eyes, an angry look on his face and hair that resembled Clamato's. After Melakka got the baby cleaned up of the amniotic fluid, he gave the baby for Clamato to hold.
"So what are you going to name him?" Melakka asked.
"Raditz," Clamato responded.
"So, where is he going to be sent?" Bardock asked.
"Planet Weed I believe," responded Melakka.
Bardock's hair suddenly flared up as the Saiyans and Pistachio looked more intently. Bardock then focused on when he met his second son in Lighter Hell, the moment when he found out that his best friend was getting married, the time Raditz had become Super Saiyan, and just a few minutes ago when Torah had become Super Saiyan. Bardock's eyes became cyan as he said, "Clamato! You maybe in Lighter Hell, but if you can hear me, this is for you, your two sons, and all we had lost when Frieza killed us. Raditz! I may not have been the best Father the first time around, but I am going to make damn sure I will be a better Father this time around. Kakarot! I don't know where you are son but as soon as I get to where ever the hell you are, I promise that I am going to make it up to you." Bardock's hair suddenly turned gold as the golden aura that surrounded him grew. "Saiyans, dead or alive, I bring forth to you, a new Super Saiyan!" Bardock then tightened up his muscles as he turned and faced Pistachio. The golden aura died down a little but was still present. Bardock officially became, a Super Saiyan. With Bardock all powered up, he flew fast at Pistachio as he punched Pistachio in the face. With the first blow drawn, the battle commenced.
Next Episode:
Fasha Makes History.