The clouds above him opened with a swift and strong force, the cold rain falling hard upon his back as he flew rapidly through the skies and towards his home. Although the moon remained hidden by the thickness of the above blackened clouds he could see the distant reflection of the stormy ocean that lay ahead of him. The large metal ships sat in the harbour as their sides were beaten harshly by the stormy waters waving hands, the foam pouring onto the decks of the smaller more venerable fishing ships. The lights of the coastal homes surrounding the sand filled beaches flickered gently in the distance, only remaining on at this time of night due to the loudness of the storm. His home was only just in view, the numerous lights and large building sat just upon the horizon taunting him as his tired body forced itself to remain on its course. The wounds and bruises of his under fed body screamed, his eyes sagging and his speed still dropping.

Being a Sayain he could never give in, he would get there: to his mother and father, Radditz and his sisters but most of all to Chichi. He wanted to see their faces as they saw him, alive. To hold her so close to him it seemed she would fuse with him, to smell her scent and taste her sweetness and for once in quite a while to not feel lonely, to have her small, curved and beautiful body to hold once again as the long nights dragged on. He didn't want to loose enthusiasm but the house never seemed to get any closer, its distance remaining the same as he flew quickly towards it. The warm air and the bright, delicate lights an image he welcomed to his mind, he wanted to go home, to see the ones he loved who he knew felt nothing but pain because of him right now. If he hadn't been so stupid he wouldn't have placed them in this mess.

Within an hour he was at the gates of his large gardens and unable to fly any longer, his tired body falling from the sky and his weak legs barely supporting him as he landed, his knees giving in to his weight slightly as a near by tree supported him. He hadn't eaten in so long and it felt like his stomach had begun to eat itself, like humans Sayains could only last so long without food before they starved to death, however the period of time it took before starvation occurred was much longer for humans; maybe a month at most before their body became fully unable to function and death occurred. Because of the amounts of energy used by a Sayain in proportion to a human they were more prone to starvation, death coming in a much shorter time. Kakarott could feel the burning pain in his muscles as he used up his vital energy to travel here, his ribs were showing slightly and he could feel them rubbing against his arm as he clutched his painfully growling stomach. His breaths came in long deep pants and he stumbled ambitiously towards the large door of his home.

He felt like throwing up, leaving the prison he had been held in he had felt only a little tired and sore but now after the energy used to fly himself here he felt his energy level depleting rapidly, a fear of death he had never felt before rising within him as he fell forward on the door, the impact of his body echoing through out the sombre corridors and rooms as he lay gasping for breath. The rain continued to fall, his hair now completely soaked and clinging rebelliously to his face, his armours till cracked and small chunks of metal were missing, the rain still fell upon him as he pushed himself up, a small river running down his face and dripping off his chin and nose. His eyes were heavy and his limbs weak, his long water covered tail, dragging slowly in the mud behind him as his body was unable to support it

He didn't care what time it was, that they were probably all sleeping if not awoken by the loud mourning rumbles of nature as she raked her vengeance upon the inhabitants of the usually peaceful and beautiful earth. It was like the Earth itself mourned for the war, for the destruction that was set upon her by uncaring hands as her long tall trees were chopped down, her waters polluted and no matter how many tears she let fall no one paid heed to her pain, to her suffering. The door did not move, his hands clenched tightly as he summoned up the patience to wait for them, his wills till strong as he fought the weakness and tiredness that his body was filled with. Slowly he let his clenched fists land with a large painful blow upon the thick wooden door, the sound of his knock much like thunder in the quiet home.

Smiling he watched the door open, a small and elderly woman stood before him. Her eyes deep with worry and her small wrinkled hands came out to help him in with shock. He had never before seen an expression of such care before: her eyes curved delicately with her small eyebrows as they shone with her worry, her soft skin caressed his hands as h fell to his knees panting as her other hand went to shut the door and despite her old and weak body she struggled with every ounce of strength she had to help him stand, her head barely coming to meet his mid-abdomen as she guided him down the familiar but distant corridors of his home. He knew where he was going, he knew the next few hours would see him poked and probed with needles and other medical instruments as he floated helplessly in a coma like state so the rejuvenation tanks could heal him. All the time the warm, loving smile of the simple old woman kept his hope alive, the simplicity of the task she had done a never repayable action to him as the door to the room was opened.

It was late and the thunder rolled loudly above him, the rain as usual thrashing the gentle glass of their windows, that small layer the only thing keeping the rain out and the warmth in. After the death of his son he spent hours in this room, studying and dissecting the small, deadly needles that lay before him. For something so small and simple you would never have guessed it was capable of death, an instrument usually used to help, now a deadly weapon used to kill the enemy. Bardock just couldn't believe he had let this happen again, never in his life as a Lord did he ever thing he would see two revolutions, but it seemed no matter what he done they just came along. The first one had happened just before he had even met Tannupa, in her kingdom in the North. His father was in a close alliance with the north and so when this outbreak came about he had gone off to fight, a completely different man then.

Like many of the other Lords he was pretty cold, uncaring towards the people that his race ruled over and fighting was a huge part of his life. Of course science was still a talent that he processed with great knowledge but each time he chose to go with fighting, day after day he would train against strong enemies and day after day he became stronger, each day he would be placed into the rejuvenation tanks and left to recover before he would go and fight again, only to return in the same state. It was when he had just turned 18 when the uprising began and being the only child of his Father he had no one else in the family to fight and so with great enthusiasm he had gone, with a group of team mates he often trained with. Toma, his best friend, he had died during those battles. Along with the rest of his team and he himself had a narrow escape. Understandably he was furious, he hated the humans but then he met Tannupa and, although she could see the pain they had caused him she had shown him the suffering his race had caused them. They fell in love and he soon changed, he became a more flexible person, Science was the only thing he really concentrated on and he tried his hardest to support the humans and give them a nicer more liberated life than they had when he was growing up.

And once again it had happened; he had tried so hard, given up so much to make them happier. The other kingdoms ridiculed and criticised him, refused to ally with him for he was too 'soft' all for a race that was not his own, all for a race he should have been treating with little respect due to their primitive ways and lack of knowledge and technology but he didn't. He respected them for their traditions and morals; he gave up everything that had once been important to him: Fighting, instead he took up science to aid their lives as well as his own. Respect, no one but the King and a few others respected him and his choice of life and lastly no one seemed proud of him: he had given up fighting, much to the disappointment of his parents, he became obsessed with helping the humans and his father had died thinking very little of his only child.

Sighing sadly he remembered the day he had come to be in charge, he didn't sit with his father as he died. They didn't get along any more due to his change in ambition and personality but he remembered sitting in his small, hand made laboratory, reading a small book on a new topic that interested him. It was then the largely built doctor had entered the room, his face low and grim as he explained that he, Bardock was now the ruler of the eastern Kingdom. And due to the bond between his parents, being at a different level than his was with Tannupa even now, his mother died shortly after, from heartbreak and sorrow. Never again did he see this home as empty and sombre as it was then, his own mind a cocoon of anger at himself for letting down his only family. The servants had been happy that the tyrant that his father was known to have been had gone but still dreaded his son, their new ruler.

Tannupa had helped him through that together they changed the way the humans were treated and how they lived. She had bore him four children, one of which he had now lost, his youngest and most like him. And once again it seemed his home was an empty cocoon of sorrow and despair. A small knock fell upon his door but no one entered, once again the knock came and even with his command to come in, still no one entered but responded with a knock. Furious that they had disturbed him in the first place and they cold obviously not respond to any command, his large hands threw open the small door of his office resulting in a large thud. His left hand came forward to catch the small old woman who had aided the now unconscious body that lay in his right arm. His mind and eyes unable to believe the sight of his now breath filled son. Placing her gently upon his chair he ran with his son clutched tightly to him, the child's body limp and injured in his arms as he looked more helpless than the day he had been born, the machine the only support for him now as the tank snapped shut and began to fill with warm goo.

"Sir Do you wish to sit down? You look ever so pale dear" Bardock turned to smile thankfully at the old female that now walked with tired strides towards him, her smaller but gentle hands leading him to the seat she had just risen from. He didn't remember this worker but she was by far the loveliest and compassionate person he had met yet, her features radiating with a warm glow that just sparked the small glimmer of hope into a raging fire. The feelings radiating from her as she comforted him like the description of angel's wings against ones skin.

"Thank you! I didn't get your name?" Chuckling lightly she smiled up at him with a look so caring only a mother could give it.

"I'm Mrs. Ponza; I remember you growing up you know. I remember you being the one everyone worried about as you lay in them tanks. Such a wild young man you were but that's all changed now and I'm glad it has. I'm sure your youngest will be fine Sir, he's tough. Just like his father. Would you like seething to drink, a nice cup of tea to steady your nerves, you look shook up." Laughing slightly Bardock nodded his head, patting the hand of the elderly human with gratitude as she stood.

Attention once again on the child before him Bardock let a small frown appear upon his face, he hadn't thought about it before but either the body of his dead son or this one before him now could be the machines that the humans seemed to make. Obviously there couldn't bet two of him and there was no possibility that he had returned from the dead and so walking up to the computer he scanned the from that floated before him, signs of metal or electronics, signs of synthetic or fake material and lastly signs of DNA and it wasn't until that was done and fulfilled that Bardock allowed a large smile to form on his face. It stayed with him as he spoke to the old Mrs. Ponza once she had returned, she spoke of her life and of his, she spoke of the hope for the small child she had watched grow, that his suffering end and how she had prayed this silly war would end and Kakarott come home safe. But when he hadn't she was the first to comfort Chichi and she told him of this, of the small and beautiful girl who she was proud to see Kakarott marry. She loved working for them, seeing to the children of the home and cleaning fort hem, she didn't want to leave their services and so Bardock wouldn't make her, but her would make sure she was rewarded, rewarded for relighting his fire in his darkest hour.

TBC

YAY another chapter admit took me five days to write lol, I am really going to try and keep you guys updated as much as possible but it is really hard right now. I just love writing so much and I find it so hard to pry myself away from it but what needs to be done must be done. But here is another chapter I hope you like it!