King of Saiyans
The second chapter of my story. We got off amazingly, just 11 reviews with the first chapter! By the way, for the guest reviewers, you are not telling me something new. So far I have planned this story to have five or six chapters so you can have a clear image of how much is left to come. Remember, only Bardock and the Saiyans need is a week. Read the chapter and see the start of the plan.
Also, the next chapter might take me a while because there will be an adult scene in the middle of it and I'm not exactly good at writing those scenes yet.
This chapter may have been a bit rushed. Considering I'm updating this story at 3 o'clock in the morning, then you can't blame me for having mistakes.
But let's enjoy it anyway!
Chapter 2: The Strongest Among Us
The white-colored Saiyan pod crashed the impact-cushions on Planet Vegeta and its entrance slid opened. The two beaten Saiyans walked out of their shared ship, Bardock now helping Fasha to stay on her swollen and boot-less feet. She still had some pride to save and being carried away like a weakling wasn't good for her image as a fighter.
Not that she would have minded been carried by Bardock into a more private place. She tried to shook her head. The bloodlost was really making her hallucinate a lot.
Foot PTO soldiers arrived to receive them on the hangar.
"Sir, do you need anything?" One of the soldiers, a green-skinned alien with snake features asked to the injured warriors. Bardock wanted to facepalm already or blast the asshole's head into cinders. Were they stupid on purpose or were they pay to do that? Considering Frieza paid them, then it was no wonder.
"Two healing chambers and a escort there, now!" Bardock said leaving no ground for a reply or complain. The male's verbal attack was backed up with a brief golden shockwave that slightly cause the floor to tremble. The soldiers's bodies shuddered by the lashing and the explosions but remained mostly professional. They knew about Bardock and his crew and how many dangerous missions they had blindly taken on and survived by the skin of their teeth. With Saiyans, surviving an impossible mission meant they would get unbeatable after healing.
After minutes of a silent journey with their escort, the two remaining Saiyans from the dead squad were placed in two different healing chambers back into the same room from where Bardock had departed just hours away. Malaka was already checking on the two Saiyan's vital signs. The scientist friend, Planthorr walked in scene very casual and glanced at the returned fighters.
"Two times on the same day?" Planthorr asked his tone slightly hinting surprise. The reptilian Malaka just nodded without taking his eyes from the machines "Must be Friday"
Just two hours later, Bardock's healing pod rung again and the healing liquid drained away. The scar fighter dropped his breathing mask and walked outside the oval chamber, feeling his power nearly duplicated since the fight with Dodoria. He looked down at his hands, his body beyond the apex of his previous might. But the scar-faced Saiyan could still feel the golden transformation growling inside him. Like if another Ozaru had suddenly appeared inside him along with his natural one. Both beasts were roaring to be fed with Frieza's blood for his betrayal towards his kin and most of all towards his friends. The alien warrior could only sigh to himself halting the bloodshed for later. He was very tempted to simply let his new powers out and be a reckless Saiyan like usual. But something told him that it would be very foolish to do so.
"Thank gods you arrived on time Bardock. If not, you and your friend could have died in a matter of minutes" The reptilian Malaka stated, typing on the controls of Fasha's healing pod. The just-healed warrior looked at the doctors, who were now paying attention to something else. But the Saiyan was feeling something different from the two medics. Like if he could almost sense the two scientists and his healing teammate's power level. He shook his head slightly. It was like his visions from his son. The scar fighter knew that apparently you didn't need to use scouters to detect your enemy's energy. And it looked like his body was rubbing on those techniques by just knowing about them, the future knowledge printing itself in his brain.
Maybe he could avoid it.
"I know Malaka. But the natives didn't do this to us. It was a set up from Frieza's soldiers" The scar fighter replied his tone amazingly leveled and stoic but also retaining seriousness, which the scientists had never heard from the squad leader before. The two medics looked at each other, like mentally calculating what would happen if such an scenario was true.
"Okay, let's say that's true. How did you survive that?" The white-haired Planthorr asked slightly doubting the statement "I know your last measured power reading was of fifteen thousand units. Very impressive if you compare it to the average Saiyan. But Frieza's average soldiers rank from two to six thousand and his squad leaders almost in the twenty thousand, not counting his Ginyu squad. Unless you had somehow transformed into your Ozaru form, I doubt you could have lasted that encounter. Much less your companion" Bardock shook his head a bit.
"I did transform...just not in what you would first think off" The palm-haired fighter replied, earning weird looks from the medics "I can't explain. Specially now that I have a score to settle"
"What do you mean?" The reptilian doctor asked.
"Let's just say that Frieza will pay back with his blood for betraying my team and my entire race!" The scar-face warrior replied his hands tight fists. He sighed, trying really not to show his hidden powers "By the way, which is my new power reading?" He could feel his own energy but a number might show how much he had improved from his previous fifteen thousand units.
"Twenty-five thousand" Planthorr answered his question with a surprised tone. That made Bardock rose an eyebrow. So he was one, if not the strongest Saiyan alive now. A normal fighter would be jumping in delight but the now-elite fighter wasn't the average guy. Because he knew he was still weak to be properly useful.
"How long will it take for her to recover?" The scar fighter asked Malaka, his sight fixed on her half-naked female partner.
"Just another hour or two" The reptile answered Bardock "Her damage was much more extensive than your own but the Saiyan healing is quite a blessing" Bardock nodded and walked towards the exit door. The exit gates slidded open but the palm-haired warrior remained in the threshold without moving forward.
"I'm already telling you two that you should decide where your true alliance stands. Frieza won't live a lot more. Specially with the entire Saiyan race after his head" The Saiyan male stated towards the doctors his tone not murderous but very serious.
As soon as he left the room, the squad leader run away towards the Royal Court Room. The King and many of the elite were the only ones allowed there but with his new powers that little detail wouldn't be a trouble. For some odd reason, Bardock knew that he was already the strongest Saiyan on the planet. And even without transforming into any of his two forms.
And if there was a problem with those stuck-up idiots. Well, Saiyans loved fights, didn't they? Then the spoiled assholes would get one from him.
The doors towards the court room were opened before Bardock had reached them though. Two Saiyans were dragging another one like common garbage. The apparent dead man had a piercing hole in his abdomen. Bardock didn't recognize him so he didn't pay that much of concern.
"King Vegeta" The scar Saiyan said, his voice no need to be raised. His commanding tone was easily heard all over the big pillar-framed royal room. The ceiling reached at least two stores in height and easily a yard in length. The main red-carpeted aisle lead to the nicely-decorated king throne. There was a man with a dark brown widow peak for hair and an ugly square bear standing in front of it with his back turned to the entrance. There was the royal symbol on his left shoulder from his armor.
"What now?" The current king said annoyed, turning around to see the speaking Saiyan. He had already killed a pledging fool called Paragus so if another one came he would gladly do so. But he only jerked an eyebrow by the new meddler "Bardock? What do you want?" Not that the king had any resentment towards the palm-tree haired soldier. He had only heard that Bardock was a low-class with Elite power.
The scar fighter knew it was now or never. As powerful as he presently was, one Saiyan alone, whether he be Super, Ultra or Mega, wasn't going to be able to defeat Frieza.
"Frieza is heading towards our planet. He is planning to destroy us" Bardock said not losing anytime in doing so. Frieza could already be atop of them, gathering his destructive attack to reduce the planet and the Saiyan race to nothing.
The room remained in grave silence, all the Saiyans and Saiyaness in an abrupt shock of sudden information. All them had their sights at the palm-haired warrior. But the silence banished, when everyone started laughing at the scar fighter's expenses. Even the king was laughing his ass off by the stupid comment.
"Of course no one believes me. I'm still having a hard time believing myself" The Scar Saiyan thought to himself, his teeth clutched in anger.
"Shut up!" Bardock yelled, his eyes for a moment going green. The little fact went unnoticed except for the brief air gale that shot out of the scar fighter, which surprised some of the full-blooded fighters. There was also a brief spike of energy going through the many scouters of the room "If I can't convince you, then I will have to do this the other way!" The Saiyan put his foot down. If the king wasn't going to do something, then there would have to be a New King to rule over Planet Vegeta. One who did think of fighting against Frieza and be free.
"Vegeta, I challenge you for the Saiyan throne!" Bardock's new statement didn't bring forth any laughter. Now everyone was really shocked in surprise, all Saiyans in the room with their eyes opened wide in astonishment.
"You are only our king because you lead us against the Tuffles" The low-class warrior kept talking not backing down. Not that he would. That was the fool's way "But the tittle of king belongs to the strongest of us" The whispers started spreading over the royal room.
On the sidelines, many Saiyans were talking in small groups about the sudden confession.
"Bardock isn't that strong" one spiky-haired Saiyan man said to other.
"I would have challenge the king too if I knew we could" His long-haired friend said arms folded over his chest.
"Yeah right. You couldn't even beat a gang of two Saibamen during the last training" A woman sarcastically said towards the Saiyan.
The king was seething in anger. One thing was to waltz into his chambers like a first class, which Bardock wasn't in the first place. But a direct insult to him and his royal power?! That wouldn't stand without a payback into the Afterlife!
"Fine, I accept your challenge!" The widow-peak King yelled, flying straight towards Bardock with his right fist folded back. However, Bardock simply shrugged the obvious attack to his left and fired a direct knee strike to the guts. The king gauged in sharp pain, when the blow caused him to bend in agony. Bardock proceeded next by grabbing Vegeta by the widow peak of hair and slamming him down, head first on the ground. Bardock rose Vegeta's head and slammed him again and again. With each strike, the marble-made floor cracked with spider webs spreading. Every fighter gasped and stared, both in surprise and a lot of expectations. And some high bets too.
After the fifth slam, however, the king buckled his elbow backwards and hit the scar-face fighter in the nose. Not with a lot of strength but enough to loosen the grip on him. The widow-peak Saiyan quickly rose up, his face running with bleeding cuts, trying to put some ground between the two of them to catch his breath. But Bardock recovered much faster his bearings and grabbed Vegeta in the split of seconds before he could get further away.
The scar Saiyan had taken hold of the red cape and started swinging around like tornado. While the Hell a Saiyan had cape was beyond Bardock's mind but that wasn't the best moment to think of that. With enough momentum reached, Bardock let go and Vegeta was sent to head-butt a stone pillar that crumbled down to nothing but rubble. The viewing Saiyans were unable to talk, looking to the fight like both something that was both amazing and surprising. The low-class warrior was beating their King with little trouble. Like if he was just warming up. Could he possibly be...
"I see why many thought of you as elite" Vegeta stated, cleaning his bloodied lips and standing up on trembling legs. He felt himself already out of stamina. Maybe he should have gone out to more missions instead of just sitting on a throne or train with his weak son.
"Did you even check your scouter to find out my new power?" The leader of the dead squad stated towards his opponent standing tall challenging the bleeding enemy to question Bardock's Alpha tittle.
The bleeding king did so, clicking his broken-lenses machine. It still managed to show a very high number. More so than Vegeta's last measured energy.
"Twenty-five thousand!" His comment caused the other Saiyan viewers to check their own scouters surely trying to disprove that such levels were possible. All the machines showed the same mouth-gaping number. Bardock smirked internally. Now he had everyone's undivided attention on himself.
"And I'm still holding back a lot of energy" The scar Saiyan said his legs squatting slightly. He knew he couldn't transform yet. The rumors would run too fast and Frieza knowing about him wasn't what he had planned. But he could perform a little bit. Just to show who really owned the place.
Bardock's muscles bulked a bit, his hair spiked up fully. Instead of gold color though, the locks of black hair turned a dark shade of red. The red hair stood up spikily while Bardock's eyes shifted between black and green. The marble debris around the cracked parts of the soil started raising. All over the room the scouters were blowing up by the immeasurable ki power. Only one Saiyan in the corner, who had a recent new-developed model could check the displayed energies without breaking by overloading.
"Six hundred and twenty-five thousand!" The sweating Saiyan in a corner yelled at top of his voice, a second later his scouter finally exploding and he fainted like a fan girl. His fellow aliens near him seemed ready to follow his example. But the others at least had enough dignity to only gawk with their mouths on the ground and even deeper. And the bitched-slapped king was one of the most shocked ones.
"Now you see?" The golden-covered warrior said smirking towards the terrified king, the golden energies swirling around his frame. The new crimson red tint of hair and brighter eyes also added for the bloodcurdling to the tense situation "I'm the Legendary Super Saiyan!" With a simple blue blast, the former king disappeared from existence, the small energy attack still blasting half portion of the ground and some chunks of the pristine wall.
The other royal aliens were still mouth agape by the amazing display of outstanding raw power. Bardock sighed and returned back to normal. Then the cheers started spreading. All of them in favor of their new mighty king.
"King Bardock!" Everyone in the royal place enchanted in unison.
"Zorn, go to the communication towers and stop anyone that isn't a Saiyan" The new king ordered towards the king's advisor, a spiky black-haired Saiyan man called Zorn. So that meant he was now Bardock's advisor "Until they prove their loyalty to our race then I'm not going to risk Frieza finding about what we are about to do" The advisor nodded and left the room with two escorts as back up.
Down in the levels below the Royal Court, there was a gorgeous Saiyaness, her black hair extending long down her back and with her dark eyes. Her attire was a one-shouldered PTO armor that constrained against her nice voluptuous curves. She also had red armbands that covered from her hand to her elbows and a red skirt over her sweat muscular legs. Her name was Hanasia. Many knew her as the strongest Saiyaness. Others as Bardock's mate.
"They ordered me to kill a baby. Do they get dumber with each day?" The Saiyaness called Hanasia thought with condescending. She casually dropped the lifeless body of a Saiyan child through the garbage duct. This wasn't the first toddler she had to kill for no obvious reason, aside from the usual it's a king's order'. She rubbed her temples with her indexes. If she ever heard that stupid rule again on that day she would personally castrate that bearded asshole, who doubled himself the king.
Her scouter on her left eye started beeping with an in-call.
"Here Hanasia" The gorgeous long-haired female said through her scouter's transmission. But there was a lot of commotion through the other side "Wait, wait, slow down your ramble, Bardock what?" Her eyes almost escaped her sockets by the response.
Rumors always run wild and fast, no matter the technological level or culture of the planet. Saiyans, a race of warriors and warrioress were no different. Never one could say that one of the low-class warriors was now the new king of the Saiyan race. But even if that sounded hard to believe, it was even harder to admit. But seeing was in fact, believing. And every Saiyan could now see and believe it for themselves.
The giant group of armored Saiyans consisting of nearly the five hundreds that were in the planet, both males and females all of them with brown tails around their waists and weird hair styles in many spiky locks looking at the high atrium from where Bardock was standing over.
"My fellow Saiyans" Bardock started. He was certainly not going to do this again so he better did a great one appearance for the eternity. Because studying politics wasn't something in his schedule. But this had to be done one way or another "I know it must be a surprise to see me instead of Vegeta. The answer is simple; I killed him" There was a sudden chatter among the crowd. Some fighters didn't care for Vegeta. Others did. And others just didn't care about politics at all like normal beings. Who did care for politics anyway?
Bardock made his energy spike up, making sure a couple of scouters blew up so to get the attention back on himself.
"Whether you approve of what I did or not is irrelevant. What truly matters is what is going to happen to us. Years ago, Frieza came to our planet and offered Vegeta the option of giving his rulership to him or kill our entire race. And because we are all here today, we can say that our 'dear king' took the coward's way"
"We lived happily, jumping from a death mission to the other only to try to find a challenge. I know that for a fact because I was one of the first who jumped into battle" Bardock kept on "But now that same power we have tried to achieve through so many battles is exactly what Frieza is trying to take from us" The silence could be cut with a knife. A normal one or made out of ki.
"He thought keeping us in a leash would stop us from becoming stronger" The scar-faced warrior kept on his speech, everything dead silent hearing to his every word "And he was mistaken. No matter how much he tried, our race kept increasing in strength. We started to best all of Frieza's elite groups. And I'll tell you exactly what he felt when he found out, I'll tell you what he's feeling right now" The audience of warriors and warrioress clung to every world.
"Fear" Bardock said, a silence following that bold statement. One could hear a pin drop miles away. But the new monarch wasn't over "That lizard, stupidly translated as the strongest being in the universe, is afraid of us. Of all we are truly capable off" The Saiyans started commenting to each other, thinking that it could be just a set up. Bardock rose his hand, getting silence again "If you don't believe my words, then believe the facts. Did you expect this morning to woke up and see me atop of this atrium?" The chatter among Saiyan indicated Bardock that he had said the right thing "I am here as the living proof that just like I got free from my labeled title of 'low-class warrior', we are all free to stop being Frieza's lapdogs. Of being slaves. We are not slaves to anyone!" The Saiyan population roared in approval.
"Frieza thinks himself superior to us. But he never had our warrior pride!" Bardock kept on with his tone getting stronger, and his fans getting also stronger. "A coward like him would not fight like a warrior. He would rather escape than dirty his own hands" The scar-face fighter pressed on "And that's what we are going to do. We are going to force Frieza to get his hands dirty. To come down from the plateau he placed himself and face the true power of the Saiyan race!" The Saiyan kind enchanted in fervor to the idea "And only after his hands had been peeled off of all his skin, when he has bleed out until the last drop of his disgusting mud, only when he finally cries for mercy to the 'monkeys' as he so eloquently labeled us; Only then, we shall destroy him!"
"King Bardock, King Bardock! King Bardock!" The enchanting for the new king was completely unilateral. No Saiyan, male or female, weak or strong, fully intact or mangled, elder or youngster was out of the ovation that hailed towards the new ruler of the planet.
The ruler rose a hand, the silence following instantly.
"I know we want to be free of that bastard. But to do so, we must first prove our complete superiority to him" Bardock kept on, his voice barely raised by the silence that his speeches inspired "That lizard must witness the true Saiyan might. That's why I'm telling you all to keep training. I want you all to show the cosmos who wields the power of the Gods. Unleash the power I released and let us ascend beyond!" An uproar of chants followed, every fighter ready to follow the orders "Then we shall have Frieza at his knees. We will first broke his mind, his very spirit. And after doing that, we will finally shatter every bone of his miserable body!"
Bardock walked away from the podium, cheers following him wherever he walked. All the Saiyans were yelling, the combined roar of hundreds of powering up fighters making tremors over the marvelous Saiyan cities equal to the growl of wild beasts. The new king walked away with a smile to himself. Frieza was going to find the toughest resistance he ever experienced in his life.
"Zorn!" The new king commanded to the spiky-haired Saiyan warrior, who had long-ago returned from his first mission.
"Yes, sir!" The soldier replied, ready to obey the command of his monarch.
"I need you to recover all the information about the last baby pods that departed in the last couple of days. Obtain everything, child's name, rank and most specifically, the planets they were sent to" The new king ordered "Gather a team and retrieve as many of them as you can in less than a week"
"Why sir?" The funky-haired elite asked a bit out of the loop by the order.
"We are about to revolt against the ruler of the galaxy. Any Saiyan left on his own will die at sight" The scar Saiyan said explaining the obvious "I won't allow our race to be extinguished by a crazy delusional lizard"
"Yes sir, right away" The Saiyan soldier obeyed. But Bardock's hand grabbing his arm stopped him in his tracks. The new king whispered something at his ear that others didn't hear, even when they had keen hearing.
"Yes, my king. I shall do so" The Saiyan advisor replied without showing any emotions and flew away to the main tower control.
The new king sighed to his inside. He knew what he had planned was quit risky. But at the same time it was the only chance for the new monarch to become strong enough to take Frieza head on without dying in the fight. He could also die during the training method but that wasn't something Bardock was going to allow to happen to him.
"Sarazade!" Bardock ordered towards a Saiyan woman. She wore the typical armor that snuggled around her nice body. Not very typical, however, were her hair and eyes, both a deep shade of dark crimson red. Her hair flowed smoothly to her middle back tied in pony tail, a black clothe underneath her armor. Her name was Sarazade, she was the leader of the training squad for both elite and low class.
"Yes king?" The red-haired fighter asked towards her new king. She was certainly impressed by his presence but she was trying to keep a cool attitude.
"I want you to accelerate the training. If you have to put the weak fighters in a healing pod to make them grow stronger then do it. Mark my words, some of the low classes will surprise you" Bardock replied his tone not raised but very serious.
"Yes, my king!" The Saiyaness responded walking away to fulfill her orders.
"Hail, the new king of Vegeta" Bardock spun around to see Hanasia casually leaning against a wall looking at the father of her children with a small smirk. Her comment could sound a bit insensitive, but the Saiyan king certainly missed her mate's unrestrained and sometimes blunt attitude.
"Hanasia, I was expecting a snide remark an hour ago" Bardock teased towards his mate, bringing her closer to him by her hips. His monkey tail made sure to keep her there.
"And miss those eloquent words of yours?" Hanasia replied with her own tease, getting her face closer to the male but never coming close to touch his lips. It was their own personal cat/mouse foreplay games. She moved back leaving her mate hanging for more "Please Bardock, I'm evil but not to such an extent"
"Nice to know" Bardock said, his hands suddenly not touching his mate. The Saiyaness felt that was weird. Normally Bardock was quite easy to get his blood running.
"Something wrong?" The long-haired Saiyaness asked. But she already recognized his look. She had only seen it when Bardock had been sent to dead missions that he doubted to be capable of surviving. And that was saying a lot "You are leaving, right?" Bardock took a couple of seconds before answering to that.
"Yes, and to do something very irrational that might kill me" Bardock flatly stated walking through a corridor into the pod hangar. He certainly didn't want to leave his mate alone but she had always been stronger. In fact, right now she had to be the second strongest Saiyan after himself.
However, Hanasia wasn't going to have any of Bardock's bullshit.
"Then I'm going with you" The long-haired woman said to her mate strolling next to him without even doubting her actions.
"No way, You stay here" Bardock firmly stated walking back to his original path. A hand on his shoulder suddenly turned him around with great force. He was then shoved against a wall. The force dented the construct.
"Listen here, you might be my new king but I still had your two children and believe me, they were just as hard head as you are!" Hanasia replied her tone quite ferocious like a wild animal "So you better think again if I'm going to simply let you walk away from us while you try to be some stupid messianic hero!" Bardock really didn't want to admit it, but it was quite a turn on to see Hanasia angry. Considering how she had always been the strongest of the two, it made Bardock think that a couple of paybacks were in order. Once they reached a more private place.
"She's right, you know" A new female voice stated from a nearby door. Bardock saw the healed Saiyaness Fasha, dressed in new clothes like the ones before the ambush on Planet Meat.
"Fasha, not you too!" The scar-cheek alien exclaimed in exasperation.
"Look, you can be the king and also a Super Saiyan, but you are still my mission leader and protocol says that I have to go with you unless ordered the opposite" The healed Saiyan woman said towards her leader. She had been restored beyond her maximum powers just a couple of minutes ago. Enough time to catch at her leader's awe-inspiring speech. She was suddenly smirking with a predatory smile, edging closer towards her leader's ear "And you haven't order for me to get away, did you?" She whispered, but both Bardock and Hanasia heard her loud and clear because of their alien hearing. The scar warrior could only sigh to himself and hold back to not actually kick the two females away. He never thought Fasha would be the one to come with such a thoughtful statement.
Hanasia smirked towards the short-haired purple-eyed Fasha. She was starting to like the female. In what way, that was to be seeing.
"Fine. You both come at your own peril" Bardock nonchalantly said, walking at the front with the two hot ladies escorting his behind "I'm not going to be pulling asses out of the fire" The two Saiyanesses looked at each other with one eyebrow raised. The troublemaker was someone else.
"You mean ours, or yours?" The violet-eyed Saiyaness taunted with a smirk, Hanasia chuckling slightly behind her. Bardock didn't bother in responding simply sitting on his attack pod.
"Where are we going anyway?" Hanasia asked sitting in her own attack pod, the door sliding to a close.
"Planet Earth" The new king replied towards his mate and teammate.
The three attack pods set their course through the empty space into the distant green-and-blue planet.
Notes from Chapter 2:
Bardock was a False Super Saiyan.
I killed King Vegeta. His son will follow him soon enough so now deal with it.
Hanasia exists. And also some Saiyans from Multiverse because I really don't want to start inventing OC characters.
Yes Hanasia shows up. And so does Fasha. What a coincidence, isn't it? Why would that happen?
I invented a Saiyan speech. How cool can I be?
The power levels don't follow whatever used to be cannon. Which at this point was little, when you think of the Saiyans before they died.
Broly had a little cameo on this chapter.
Power Levels:
Bardock:
Healed (normal Zenkai): 25,000
Powering up to half Super Saiyan (Or False Super Saiyan): 625,000
Fasha:
Healed (Bigger Zenkai): 10,000
Hanasia: 12,000
King Vegeta: 13,000
Zorn: 10,000
Other Elite Saiyans: Average of 7,000 with some of 9,000
The new king has risen! And his plans for the future of his race are in motion! See next chapters!
