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A Father's Fate
The Story of Bardock
Dropping into a fighting stance, a tall man clad in battle armor stood defiant. Across from him a warrior in blue armor stood. Grinning momentarily, Toma rushed forward, jumping over the leg sweep and punching his sparring partner in the face. Borgos took the punch, forcing the fist backwards, causing Toma to blink. In the split second opening, Borgos grabbed Toma's hand and spun him around, releasing Toma at the moment where he would slam into the ground. Toma shot away from Borgos, out of control. He hit the ground and bounced up and rolled a short distance.
"Very good Borgos, but how about this?" Toma smirked, slamming a hand down, causing him to spin into the air. Landing next to Borgos, he shot his leg perfectly vertical, hitting Borgos in the chin with his heel. As his foot reached the apex, he slammed it down, knocking Borgos onto the ground. As the apparent victor set his foot down, Borgos grabbed it, picking up Toma and slamming him back down, devastating his sense of balance. Toma tumbled backwards, falling into the wall.
"The 'V' is mine!" the giant man announced, pushing up with his hands, flipping all the way around, onto his feet. He rushed forward, throwing his fist at Toma as hard as he could. Toma moved his head at the last second, barely avoiding the massive fist, watching it slam into the wall. Toma put his shoulder under Borgos' arm and slammed his palm into the larger man's chin, forcing his head upward. Borgos attempted to pull his arm away, but Toma held it in place with his arm, using his shoulder to keep it surrounded. A second ticked by in the steady position when Borgos grew impatient and punched Toma in the gut, causing both of his arms to drop.
"Care if I join?" a figure in the doorway asked. Bardock stepped through, watching Borgos hold Toma's head in his hand, ready to send him flying. Borgos nodded, and immediately doubled over as Toma landed a blow. Bardock jumped into the fray, dodging Toma's elbow that was aimed at Bardock's nose. Lightly putting up his arm, he deflected another blow from Toma, forcing Toma's momentum to spin the opposite way, leaving him open. As Bardock swiped at Toma, Borgos put his arm up, making Bardock's and his own elbows crashed together. Instantly they were locked in a strength contest. The two Saiyans reached around themselves with their open arms, clasping hands.
Toma stood up straight, watching the awkward power struggle for a few seconds, not seeing a clear victor. Rushing forward at the very vulnerable fighters, Toma pushed Borgos, causing him to tip over. As his arm cleared Bardock's head, Toma took a swing, catching Bardock in the cheek. Toma jumped backwards, getting in a defensive stance, waiting for the two to stand up.
"I want in! It's clear this fight needs a certain feminine touch," another voice sounded from the doorway. Without looking up, Toma nodded, gesturing for Fasha to fight him. Immediately Fasha rushed forwards, bringing both her hands up, as if to block an attack not even launched yet. Toma didn't understand, nor care. He swung wide with his favored arm, aiming directly at Fasha's face. Fasha dashed forward, immediately next to Toma, arms crossed. As Toma's arm came down, Fasha drove hers apart, hitting Toma in both shoulders at once. Toma recoiled, leaving his mid section open. Capitalizing, Fasha began pummeling him with a flurry of punches and kicks.
Bardock stood next to Borgos watching for a second, then squared off again. Bardock jumped upwards, swinging viciously at Borgos' face. The big man pulled his head backwards, reaching for his attackers wrist. As he grabbed it, he spun clockwise so Bardock's front was moving forward. Borgos neared a wall and spun as hard as he could, bashing Bardock into the wall with full force. Bardock's body put a large dent in the wall, making everyone look up.
Bardock pushed himself to his feet, rushing Borgos. As he speared the large man, he picked him up and ran directly into Toma, forcing to two men clap together. As he was pulling his head away, Bardock spun his legs, kicking Fasha in the face, sending her backwards a ways. Toma pushed Borgos to the ground and himself out of the wall. Fasha and Toma faced Bardock, nodding to each other. The strongest of the Saiyans grinned to himself, his posture lax. Borgos got up, and he too faced Bardock. Nearly a full second passed before the three jumped towards Bardock.
In defense, the leader ducked a high kick, making Toma pass over head. Putting his right hand in the air, he stopped a kick from Fasha and caught Borgos' fist. In a swift motion, he jumped right when Toma attempted to land a second kick. Bardock spun in the air, landing on Toma as he passed. Fasha's balance messed up from being on one leg for a while and she stumbled, and Borgos grabbed Bardock's wrist. Attempting to wrench Bardock's arm to the side, Borgos tugged with his grasping arm and pushed with his other one. He forced Bardock's arm to the outside.
Toma looked at the warrior standing on his chest and grabbed his legs. Bardock's free arm flailed for a second, but he recovered before he fell. Fasha began throwing lightning fast punches and kicks at Bardock's side and face. The Saiyan could only barely block the attacks. Seeing the challenge, Bardock pushed Fasha's hands sideways, getting ready to attack. Just as he was going to bring his fist down, Borgos kicked him in the side, which gave himself more leverage on Bardock's arm. Toma shot both legs into Bardock's chest, knocking him away and probably out.
Continuing his legs momentum, Toma flipped to his feet. As he landed, he launched his fist at Borgos. Fasha kicked at Toma's legs, knocking him to his knees. Borgos took advantage of this and forced Fasha away with a rough shove. As she recovered she heard Bardock stand up, looking only slightly worse for the wear.
"Stop it!" a female's voice rumbled. "Do you monkeys realize the damage done to the super-structure!" Chloe stepped in, casting off the shadows. Murder written on her face.
"First off, don't call us monkeys. Second, you said we could train without ki, and that is exactly what we did. And lastly, shut up." Toma said, calmly.
"Did we miss the spar?" Matra asked, walking into the room, passing Chloe on the way. The pilot glared daggers at the Saiyan. Toi walked in, without saying a word, hardly looking around. "Did you guys know that you really banged up this room? I could feel the reverberations from my room."
"Yes, as did I," Toi agreed. The Saiyan looked down and left immediately.
"Well, I did say train, but my mistake. No more training, no more sparring," Chloe demanded, nearly shouting.
"What if we patch up the area, and reinforce it?" Matra suggested.
"Where will we get the supplies for that? Do you gorillas ever think?"
"That's the last time you can call us primates," Toma declared. He looked on, a facade of impassiveness.
"And, we will just use some of the credits Grail gave us. Simple. Get us to Tanzia, before you talk to us again," Bardock stated, anger flashed over his face.
"I don't take orders from you apes. Grail might have ordered it, but the chain of command is broken. I am in charge now," as she finished saying the words, Chloe regretted them. Four of the Saiyans raised their arms, each one forming a ball of ki. Every one of them had a look of malice on their faces.
"No! That's quite enough. Munez or whatever the hell your name is, if you don't want to follow my lead, then leave now. I don't need you on board, or insulting us. Know this, if your found alive and haven't reported, Frieza will tear you apart, literally." Bardock commanded. Chloe looked hurt for a second then turned and left. "I think that's enough of a training session. Can you feel it? Our power has grown, just from the last pathetic mission. A day of rest will refresh me."
"Yeah, you're probably right. I'm off to bed." Toma said, stretching out. He walked out of the room, waving over his head as he turned the corner. Bardock followed, also waving. Borgos sat down and stared at the wall, no emotions at all showing on his form. Fasha and Matra walked away, talking about nothing in particular. As the room felt devoid, Toi walked in, moving to the exact center of the room.
After a moment of standing he acknowledged Borgos and sat down, promptly. Borgos looked at him for a second, then continued to stare into space. Toi close his eyes and began to float slightly. His heartbeat and other body functions slowed to a "medically dead" state. He floated lifelessly for hours on end. After a few hours Borgos got up and left, leaving Toi to suffer through infinity.
"Milord, there was a brief burst of power levels over ten thousand, but it's gone now," a purple lizard-man in a oval helmet said, cowering over a small screen.
"Find the location of it. Send a team to deal with it once you do."
"CPO Munez! We are just over five hours out," Michuu announced, startling the rest of the bridge crew. Roerce stood up and stretched out, yawning loudly.
"Okay everyone, take a few hours rest. Meet back here at E.T.A. forty-five minutes to landing," Chloe said, also yawning. Everyone except Chuu left, leaving him alone on the bridge. After a few minutes he began tinkering around in a program.
Bardock found his way to the bridge a short while later looking around. "Where is everyone?" he asked, scratching the back of his head.
"Oh, um, the commander, er Chloe gave us time to rest, um, sir." Chuu went on.
"Alright," the saiyan commented absentmindedly. "How far out are we?"
"I would guess, um, five hours," Chuu faltered for a moment, "Sir!"
"Ha, don't call me sir, it doesn't fit. I am just your average warrior. Well, you look tired, maybe you should take a rest," Bardock said, walking away. Chuu nodded and closed the program he was working on.
Toi put his legs on the ground, ending his hovering session. He crossed his arms inside his cloak and walked towards the doorway, thoughts ripping threw his mind, each one a complex puzzle, but he showed no signs on his appearance. Though he walked forward, in his mind he stood still. No progress yet. Frieza is still very much in power and scarcely worried about us. This is taking far too long.
Borgos walked down the hallway, grumbling about the quality of food around the ship when Toi stepped in front of him. Borgos looked down from the plate in his hands. "I know your game. Bardock won't go for it," the large man dissented.
"He doesn't have to. Thinly veiled guises are enough for you barbarians. I trust you won't let Bardock know our plans. When this comes together, it will be good for all of us," Toi responded, not looking Borgos in the face.
"You know, if it's a detriment, you won't have enough time to regret using us."
Pacing around restlessly, Fasha contemplated the entire universe in a few moments time, the broad view in her mind kept repeating the same thing. Frieza is unbeatable. There is no chance we can beat him. She kept thinking the phrase, willing it to stop, not actually succeeding. Wait. What about Bardock. He wasn't really phased after the beating he received earlier. We hit him good and hard and he barely looked like he had been in a fight.
Toma walked in the room, abruptly ending Fasha's reverie. He looked around the room, spotted a box full of parts. He grabbed it, waving to Fasha and walked out. She looked after him, then decided she was tired. Walking away, she laid down on her bed, falling asleep as her head touched the pillow.
Matra and Bardock agreed to a quick spar to allow Matra some exercise. Bardock smiled, in his fighter's stance. Matra bowed and jumped forward, bringing her hand down. Bardock put up his right arm to block and pulled her ankle with his other. As Matra fell backwards, she put her hand behind her to catch her fall. As her hand touched the ground, she lightly flipped backwards. Righting herself, she spun to face Bardock.
Bardock moved the second her hand touched the ground. He wove to the side, rushing to be out of her sight as she corrected. When he noted the look of confusion on her face, he punched her in the stomach, causing her to bend slightly. As she did, Bardock punched her in the face, then elbowed her in the chin, knocking her away. Matra lightly touched the wall, flipping off, landing near Bardock.
Matra mentally prepared for this assault. Bardock looked slightly amused for a second. His scouter suddenly clicked on, showing a power rise. Yet it was quiet, not doing justice to the massive amount of power Matra was generating. Bardock gaped for a second, then watched in amazement as Matra vanished. Looking around, he had to smile to himself. Not of the greatness of the attack, but the act he was about to put on.
As he thought about it, Matra slammed a palm into his forehead, knocking his head backwards. Matra bolted away, and hit him again in the side. Bardock bent to the side, half way doubling over in pain. Matra continued this style of attack for a few moments before kicking Bardock into the air and slamming him back down with insane speed. As he plummeted, he looked directly into Matra's eyes. Instead of slamming into the ground, he landed gently on his feet.
"Bardock, you're too much," Matra huffed, clearly tired. "How much power do you really have in you?"
"Don't take this the wrong way, but putting all your power into speed really weakens the attacks. In truth I wasn't hurt at all. If you were stronger than me, it would have been effective."
"Bardock, that's the exact same thing the King told me. I think perhaps you and he are on the same level,"
"No, I very much doubt that. I am just a soldier. Maybe strength-wise I could win, but there's so many other factors. The King should be the ruler of the last of the Saiyans," Bardock stating humbly. As Matra looked at him, she almost felt as though there was a white aura, justice mixed with serenity. A weird feeling passed over, then Bardock turned.
"Good spar, Matra. I have an idea that would make you stronger and faster,"
"Go on, sovereign," Matra joked.
"Ha, well anyway, I was thinking maybe some weights added to your close would work well. I think maybe if it works with you, we all can try it. I hope you don't mind being a guinea pig,"
"You know, it sounds fairly logical, but what about the size? I mean it would hinder my activities."
"Hmm... we have to find a thin movable material, like a heavy cloth. For now, we can put weight on your boots and gloves. Perhaps your back as well," Bardock announced after a short while. "I'll see what we can work out,"
The entire crew of the harbinger ended up to be resting at the same time, ironically enough. As the crew slept, the computers on the bridge beeped repeatedly. As if somebody was waiting for a signal, a tall man moved onto the bridge. After a moment another man entered, looking tired.
Chuu walked up to the computer, not realizing anyone had followed him. As he sat down at the station, he began typing frantically on the keys. Toma walked up behind him, and put a hand on his shoulder.
"What's going on?" Toma asked, looking at what Chuu was typing.
"Oh, um, nothing really. There's something you should know. There's a lot of ship's in front of us. And they aren't friendly. They seem to be a blockade transmitting a wavelength scanner. As soon as we're identified, we are done for."
"Is there anything you can do! I mean, how can we handle this?" Toma shook slightly. He pressed down on a button, speaking into a microphone.
"Munez, get to the bridge, this is an emergency!" Toma's voice blared over the intercom. Slowly everyone on the ship gathered on the bridge, looking slightly confused. As Chloe came in, Toma pointed at the viewer. In the middle of the field of view there were several dots, slowly gaining in size.
"What am I looking at?" Bardock asked, looking slightly confused.
"Yeah, I mean, what kind of emergency can it be? Are we in the gravity field of multiple planets?" Fasha asked.
"That is a group of Frieza's blockade. They are looking for something." Chloe said, messing with the console, bringing up diagrams of every ship. "We have a few options left to us. We could surrender and let them look around the ship, which they will identify as stolen and probably execute us,"
"Next," somebody said.
"Well, we could turn and try to retreat. We may not get very far, but there's a chance we can hide from them,"
"Is there anything else that has a perfect chance of none of us dying?" Bardock asked contemplatively.
"No, but our last option is to fight them," Chloe added, grimly. The crew around her didn't look very pleased with the options, but nobody wanted to say anything. Bardock looked around, not wanting to risk all that they gained.
"Well, let's just surrender, they won't kill us straight away. We are stronger than any elites we have, and once they board us. Well, you get where I am going with this," Bardock articulated slowly. Everyone around him looked mortified. Even he couldn't believe he said it.
"Only one ship will board us. And once we take out the first ship, we are dead in space," Michuu explained. Bardock looked down, counting the amount of tiles around him, not knowing what to do.
"What if I just give the other ships the all clear sequence, and then we have their ship pull alongside the largest conglomeration of ships and detonate it. Whatever's left we can take care of." Chuu announced, looking slightly pale.
"Okay, we'll go with that. But if it goes badly, I want you to take us out of here, Chloe," Bardock said, looking doubtful for only a second.
"I'm sending them the surrender code."