Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, or Dragon Ball GT. This is a work of fiction, any resemblance of actual persons is of pure coincidence.
Bardock Reborn
Background: Ryanna is a human that has lived at Capsule Corps since the reincarnation of Buu. Since she has been an assistant of Bulma Briefs she has figured out the secret of the Saiyans, and the mysteries of the Cell games and the Z fighters past. What she doesn't know is that she would become more involved than she originally planned.
Author's note: I use Ryanna as a solid original character in a lot of my fan fiction work. I rarely change her looks but often alter her race, and personality in order to fit with the storyline. Please don't base your thoughts on her from what you might have read in previous fics to this one. Thank you!
Chapter 2: Stranded in the Past
Ryanna felt heavy and disoriented. The flash of light had blinded her leaving her vulnerable to the rapid tossing bumps and dips of the journey. She had felt searing pain shoot up her spine during the brink of it all. The pain had been so incredible she had passed out.
"Hey, wake up." She hard a voice ring in her head making her groan and stir. "You're alive. Good. Come on wake up." Such pain… god she wanted to throw up. Her eyes opened slowly the reddish light haloing the figure above her into a silhouette. "Where am I?"
Bardock cradled her up into the crook of his arm and fed her some water. "You're home. Don't worry. I'll get you some help."
"My spine… it hurts. I can't move."
"That's probably because you're sitting on your tail." He lifted her up her tail popping free and waving a little behind her.
"Oh…" she smiled. "My tail… wait my what?" Her eyes popped open and she sat up fast holding her head as the world spun and she fell back down into his arms."
"Whoa, take it easy. I'll get you out of here and to the med labs. Plenthor will have you up and raring in no time."
Plenthor? Who was that? Where was she? She didn't recognize her surroundings. The bright red sky, the dusty outskirts and the distant lights of a dark city. She had heard the tales, but could hardly believe it as true. "Am I on Planet Vegeta?"
"Yes," Bardock said putting her on the scooter and propping her against his chest. "How be quiet. I don't know how great your injuries are, so bear with me until we get to the city."
The isolation chamber filled with a cool blue liquid letting Ryanna's body float weightless. She had passed out on the ride to the city but she could hear the muffled voices on the outside.
"She just popped out of no where?" Plenthor asked. Plenthor had been a doctor on Planet Vegeta for all of 70 years and he had seen some odd and unusual cases, but this one took the cake.
"That's what I said." Bardock sat straddle back on a chair watching the strange woman float in the tank. "My scouter didn't even pick up her energy signal. One minute all I saw was dust and clear red sky, and next the BOOM!" He thrust his arms up spinning in his chair. "Right out of the sky and in front of me is this explosion and the wreckage of her ship."
"Out of the sky huh?" Plenthor laughed. "Kinda like the stories and legends of Angels passed down in my generation."
"Angels huh?" Bardock studied the woman's face and smirked. "She certainly looks like one. Her skin was so smooth, it's as if she never even touched battleground."
"Maybe she hasn't. There have been instances where Saiyan babies get lost in space and land on remote planets without the moon and end up growing almost docile like." Plenthor looked through his records. "What sort of ship was it she landed in?" When Bardock rolled out a description Plenthor snorted. "Doesn't sound like any ship I've ever heard of. Who would use such a faulty design like that?"
Faulty? That angered Ryanna, and had her body allowed it she would have woke and started yelling. Bulma's machine was near perfection. If anything was faulty it was the workings inside. Bardock heart the heart monitor beat a little quicker and he slid up to take a better look inside. Her face looked angry and annoyed. Hmm, interesting. "Can she hear us?"
"More than likely. She's conscious, but her body lacks the energy to function right now. It'll take a few more minutes for her wounds to heal then it's all a matter of her wanting to get up and out."
Bardock snickered and cupped a hand next to his mouth. "Nice butt, Angel!"
Ryanna's eyes pop open and she glared at him. The face was a little mussed from the water but she had a better idea of him. She had seen pictures of his face… or someone with his face. He looked like Goku.
"Will you stop pestering my patient Bardock? Go off and see that woman of yours."
It was Bardock's turn to snort. "I'm in no mood to see Cumbera. The woman annoys me to no end."
"Oh, now Bardock don't be like that. After all she's bore you a son hasn't she? Young Radditz?"
"Yeah, and he's third class. For once I would like my bloodline to be of high class blood. Top of the Elite. I work hard to just be on top of my third class soldiers."
"Perhaps you might. In the meantime go find something else to do. I'll get to the bottom of our little angel here."
"You do that, Plenthor. I'll be back to check in on her later." Though he didn't know why, Bardock had an avid interest in the mysterious woman. He would run back to her ship and tow it to the city, and look for any clues on her identity.
There wasn't much left. The burning carcass of her ship was smoked on the outside but a good portion of the wiring and mechanisms had been spared. He saw no belongings, or trinkets inside but found an ID with a unique C logo. "Ryanna Coutsan, that's not a Saiyan name." He turned the card over in his palm. The written language was a little different than his, and when he had spoken to the girl briefly her dialect was different than a Saiyans. Her voice was smooth, and silky whereas a Saiyan's often had a gruff or scratchy tone. "You just get more and more intriguing by the minute, Angel." He stared at her picture on the ID. "I'll have to keep a close eye on you."
The liquid inside her tank drained and Ryanna removed the mask herself looking at the unique equipment. Healing isolation chamber, how ingenious. The door opened and she slid an arm over her breast feeling very modest as the elderly doctor held out his hand for her.
"Come on out, girl. It's okay." The man didn't look like a Saiyan, and his eyes were far more gentle than the ones she had seen on Goku's look-a-like. She took his hand stepping out and looking around at the high tech facility. There were machines everywhere. Computers and wires and tubes all linked to machinery that seemed to be used for what humans would call surgical equipment.
"Here," Plenthor handed her some Saiyan armor. She hid a squeal of joy at the chance to wear some. She had seen a closet full in Vegeta's gravity chamber and had often asked to try some one, and was thoroughly denied. "I'm sure you'll find these far more durable than the rags you came in."
"Rags?" She looked to the pile of her clothes tossed carelessly in the trash. "Aww man, I liked that top."
Plenthor looked at her strangely and she blushed quickly sliding herself into the suit fiddling a little with the arms. The spandex material fit her curves snugly, man she had big hips. She moved and the material stretched to fit again. "Much more comfortable at least." The material was black and the armor had a turtle shell green shine to it. She slid it over her head and gave a solid rap to her stomach. Wow, she didn't even feel it. Awesome.
Then she saw it, her tail. Dark brown and wriggling freely like it had a life of its own. It had worked! Her Saiyan serum worked! She felt a sense of pride and joy knowing she was now a Saiyan instead of a regular human. She had all the capabilities of a Saiyan woman and what better place to get acquainted to that side of herself than Planet Vegeta?
"Now then, down to business." Plenthor took a seat at the computer. "What's your name?"
"Huh? My name? Oh you won't find it in your files if that's what you're looking for." Ryanna thought quickly trying to come up with the best scenario in her head. "I've never been here before. I wasn't even born here."
"Oh?" Plenthor spun in his chair. "Is that so? Then tell me a little about yourself." Ryanna blew her bangs from her face and took a seat on the table across from him.
"It's hard to explain." God, think Ryanna think! You know about Saiyans! Vegeta gave you the 411 on their life. "I guess you could say my parents were, Rogues. I barely remember them they died when I was little. The only thing I really remember is them mentioning a planet called Vegeta."
"I see, we do have rogue fighters across the universe." Plenthor scratched his beard watching her thoroughly. "Where did you grow up?"
"All over." She leaned back staring up at the ceiling so she wouldn't make eye contact with Plenthor. "I spent a little time on a planet in the Eastern hemisphere where I learned to work on ships and stuff. Then spent the rest of my life going from one planet to the next." She smiled and leaned down. "I did spend a great deal of time on a Planet called Earth."
"I've heard of such a planet. Supposed to be quiet, and peaceful."
"On the universal front maybe." She crossed her legs. Good they were on a ground she could discuss thoroughly. "On their planet however they often fight amongst themselves. Anywhere between face to face battles to full blown wars break out amongst their people. Their technology is moderate at best. It's nothing like what you have here. The… ship I came in was made from Earth materials. I was quite limited in my makings, but I made the most of it."
"You're lucky you made it at all." Plenthor laughed at the girl's explanation. Most of his patients wouldn't sit down and talk. Normally with Saiyans it was "okay I'm healed, send me a bill," and they were off.
"I suppose you're right. I wasn't really planning on coming here. I'd heard stories about the Saiyans and how they were being ruled by this guy called Frieza."
She saw Plenthor shudder and she bit her tongue. "Sorry, guess that's a messy subject."
"Not at all. The more loyal you are to Frieza, the longer you'll live."
"Sorry but I have this thing about taking orders." She winks. "Hence why I plan on getting out of here as soon as I can. No offense."
"None taken, now then, I best record your stay here. So let's get all your information down. What do you call yourself?"
"Ryanna." At his curious glance she shrugged. "I don't remember my real name. The people who taught me gave me the name. I like it."
"I bet you do," Bardock spoke making Ryanna jolt in place and go to her feet. "Good to see you're awake angel." He tossed her the ID and she cupped it I her hands. "I towed your lame excuse for a ship into my hangar. You'll be staying in my quarters until you leave."
"I take it you've already seen the King then, Bardock." Plenthor said typing in Ryanna's information into the computer.
"Yes, he says that her stay here can either be permanent or temporary. It's of no concern to him." Bardock shrugged. "Come, bring your things." He grabbed her arm the skin of his fingertips were rough and calloused from years of fighting. He wore scarlet glove up to his elbows and had a scar on his right cheek. Yes, he definitely wasn't Goku.
Gods, how could she have such soft skin? It was sinfully erotic! Her scent was fresh and clean and awoke desires inside him he hadn't felt since his adolescent years. He tugged on her hand pulling her along. "Hey! Hold on! Let go of me will yah I can follow you without you tugging me everywhere!"
Plenthor watched them leave and chuckled. "I wonder how Cumbera will take to this."
Ryanna hadn't been kidding hen she said she didn't like being told what to do. Even at Capsule Corps she usually went her own way, did her own things. It was only by luck and chance that Bulma seemed to share her sentiments and excitement in science and new possibilities. So when she found herself being lugged around by a bully of a Saiyan she found it hard to remain friendly.
"Are you like this with all your women?" She kicked his shin and cursed feeling like she just broke her toe. She may have been Saiyan, but her lack of training and knowledge of fighting still kept her at a different level. If they were to rank her power level now, she'd probably be deemed Fifth class instead of third.
"No, just you." He paused looking down at his leg then lifting her hand squeezing it in his grip. He saw her wince and frowned. "It's like you've never fought a day in your life."
"I haven't." She bit her lip. "I've been in plenty of arguments, and shout fights but I've never done anything physical."
"How the hell have you managed to survive this long? You've been denying everything your Saiyan blood gives you."
"Not like I could help it! I had no idea what I was at first. It was only when I got older that I found out what a Saiyan was, and after that I had already learned to control my urges."
"That stops now!" Bardock yanks her again and she screams at him.
"God damn it! Just because I'm weaker than you are doesn't give you the right to boss me around! Who the hell do you think you are?" She gets thrown into a room the lights going off and a tinted red one highlighting around her making her tense. Bardock's voice came over a PA system.
"I'm your new teacher. Lesson 1" Three pods open and three little green men step out and laugh sinisterly at her. "Survive."
Oh how evil am I? Ryanna is learning that the Saiyan way is more difficult than she originally thought. How will she survive when she's never fought before?
Next Chapter: "Lust for Battle"