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Acronyms

FF= fan fiction -or- fanfic

AN= author's note

QAN= quick author's note

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.

Chapter 12: Start of Chaos

It was blatantly obvious to Radditz that something had happened between his father and Ryanna. The two had barely spoken to each other for over a month, and both seemed unbearably irritable. He stood beside Ryanna's table now watching her tweak and test some switches on a control panel.

"I don't see why you two just don't hash it out and get it over with. Watching you two be indifferent with each other is just making my stomach ache."

Ryanna lifted the goggles from her face to study the little Saiyan boy. She had always enjoyed his company before, but lately his questions began to dip into areas she wanted nothing to do with.

"There's nothing to discuss or fight about Radditz, and if you don't stop acting like there is your father will end up in more trouble than is needed."

"Both of you work, and train, and eat and sleep, but never together anymore. I want things back the way they were when you two treated each other like… like companions."

Ryanna sighed and set her work aside and grabbed his hand. "Come here Radditz. There's something I need to talk to you about." The boy reluctantly followed not sure where she was leading him. She remained disturbingly silent up until they reached the corridor that would take them out onto the terrace that overlooked the city. No one ever came up here, it was made to be a meditation area for power gathering, but since the building of the new training lounges it was hardly used.

"What are we doing out here?"

"I want some fresh air," if you could call dusty, city air fresh. "I also like the view." She sat on the railing patting the spot next to her. "Plenthor tells me you'll be leaving to go on a mission with Prince Vegeta."

"Yeah, I guess it's kind of cool. I never got that kind of recollection before. It's all thanks to that gravity machine of yours."

"Well pinch me, I believe this is the first time a Saiyan male has actually thanked me for my work."

"Don't compare me to dad." Radditz leaned on her liking how soft and sweet smelling she was. He had attempted to do this once with Cumbera, and had earned himself a quick jab to the cheek and a lecture on being a pansy. Ryanna wouldn't do it. She was different, and he liked different. Her attitude towards him was one he would expect from a lover, or a mate, but different, like… he didn't expect to kiss her, or make love to her as his father did, but he felt the same unconditional… feeling.

"I won't. You're not as thick headed." She laughed and rubbed his hair. "Radditz, I need to tell you something." She looked down at the boy her eyes sad but determined. She had told Bardock the truth, it was only right that she gave Radditz the same courtesy. "You may not like it, but at least then you would understand why your father and I have been at odds."

Radditz hung on her every word. He doubted there was anything this woman could tell him that could've made him hate her. When she began to explain that she was from a different time, and not a Saiyan, his doubt wavered and he stared wide eyed at her. "No, no you're not."

"Funny, your father nearly said the exact same thing. Listen, Radditz the machine I'm working on it's a spaceship. It's a time machine. I have to go back to my own time."

"You can't!" Radditz shouted glaring at her. "You belong here! You belong with me and father! We won't give you up!" Radditz pushed off the rail and ran. She gave chase wondering where he was planning on running to. When he made a dash for the lab a sickness rolled in her belly.

"Radditz! No!" She screamed as the explosion seared through destroying all of her work and all of her plans. Screams emitted as scientists fled the burning room. Guards and personnel ran inside putting the fire out and trying to salvage any work that could be spared. Radditz stood behind her rigid and angry as she shuffled through the burnt bits of machinery that was once the time machine. "What have you done?"

"You can't leave." Radditz said holding her shirt. "Please, I'm sorry." Although his voice was sincere his eyes told her he wasn't that sorry. The anger was a mix of pride and relief of what he had done. She was officially stranded here. She had no base on which to continue her work, and no way to contact Bulma to alert her of her trouble. "Just… don't leave."

~meanwhile~

Bardock's head shot up as another third class warrior ran in panicked and somewhat excited, "Hey guys, you're never gonna guess what just happened. The science quarters just blew up!"

His stomach flopped. "What? How?"

"The guard's aren't sure. They think it was some faulty wiring or something. Most of the scientists are dead."

"What? Did any of them survive?" Bardock shot to his feet grabbing the man by his neck. Fueled by concern and anger he shook him. "Well answer me!"

"I don't know."

"Idiot!" Bardock threw him across the room and made a mad dash out and to the science hall. "Ryanna!" He didn't know how long he ran, but his feet felt clumsy as it dashed across the metal panels. He couldn't push hard enough, he couldn't run fast enough. The more he ran, the farther away he felt.

His heart beat hard and strong against his chest and felt like it would explode. She had to be safe, she had to be okay. He was so stupid! Why did he think he could go on ignoring her?

He spotted the entrance to the room, the doorway charred from the fire, and debris scattered all outside it. His breath hitched as he skidded to a stop. The moment his eyes saw the room his stomach turned to lead and he fell to his knees. He saw the bits and pieces of wrecked machinery and the ash that had once been the piles of papers that rested on her desk. His eyes stung with tears as he took a single piece of the control panel and admired it. The jewel button reminded him of his Angel's eyes. Those bright emerald green orbs haunted his mind. "Angel… Ryanna."

"Bardock?"

By heavens had he dreamed her up? Her voice rang clear as a bell in his head. He could smell her here, that lovely fragrance that was a mix of soft sex, and of spice from the chemicals and equipment she surrounded herself with.

"What are you doing on the floor?"

Her voice rang again and this time he opened his eyes ready to face the ghost of his lover.

"She's gone." He spoke softly, his voice so high and tight he barely recognized himself.

"Who's gone?"

"You are." He pathetically whimpered and pressed the metal to his mouth. "You're not coming back to me."

Fretting that he was sick or delusional Ryanna touched a hand to his forehead. "Did you hit your head? I'm right here you idiot."

Shock jolted his system at the warmth and reality that she wasn't a ghost. "Angel!"

Ryanna let out a whoosh of breath as he knocked her back the force knocking them both across the floor. Her back scraped against the debris and she cursed and wheezed at Bardock.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I thought you were dead!" Bardock pulled back and cupped her face in his hands. His actions scared her. He had never been so gentle before, he had always been abrasive and forceful, and a little territorial. She had figured that was the way he would always be, and had admired him for that. This new side, this pride less, soft, and teary eyed man wasn't Bardock.

No one was more shocked than her when her fist came up and knocked him back across the room and out the door. Anger registered on his face, but his eyes still held that sweet soft relief. "What the hell was that for?"

"You're such an idiot! What sort of Saiyan crumbles like that and blubbers all over a woman?" She sounded like Vegeta, she realized. Well, she did have his DNA to thank for her own Saiyan blood.

Cursing Bardock rubbed his cheek. Sad enough, she was right. He had made a fool of himself, but god was he relieved. She was alive! She was still here, she hadn't left him. "Forgive me if I'm not quite used to these stupid feelings." His temper back he raised himself up.

The statement made her smile "I admit it was a little nice knowing you care so much about me." She laughed a little. "I was beginning to think you wanted nothing more to do with me."

"Believe me I wish I did." Bardock grabbed her arm his touch bruising and burning at the same time. He dragged her against him, molding their bodies until she bowed against him. Then he plundered her mouth.

Her head went fuzzy and all the stress and the tension of the time without him seemed to lift from her shoulders… and her heart. Had she really denied her feelings for him? Had she really believed that there was nothing but sexual tension and lust?

No, the aching in her heart and the relief of feeling him with her, proved more than anything that she was in love. She was in love with Bardock.

Unbeknownst to the two lovers Frieza watched with vivid interest. Video cameras had been placed in the lab so he could keep an eye on her. She had lied. The male, he had come to find out, was the true link holding her to the dismal planet known as Vegeta. He had found it strange that a wanderer would hold such loyalties to a group of people, especially these stinking monkeys.

"Zarbon," Frieza spoke with a raspy temper.

"Yes, my lord?"

"What sort of assignments do we have available? Preferably tough ones."

Zarbon, not one to question Frieza's tactics, looked through the schedule. "Nothing too strict sire, but there is the matter of Planet Kanassa. Seems every elite we send never returns."

"Excellent, then send word to King Vegeta. I want him to make a special assignment for this Bardock, and his team."

Zarbon smirked. "As you wish, sire." He loved the smell of death in the evening.

The day had been stressful, and revolutionary for Ryanna. She had recollected her purpose, realized the depth of her feelings for Bardock and Radditz, and theirs for her, and had found it unbelievably easy to pretend that she had said nothing to them at all about the fact she was from the future.

There was a nagging pin in the back of her mind. She couldn't quite figure out what it was, but she felt like she had forgotten something. What was it?

Radditz ran in huffing and puffing her stomach muscles wheezing. "Ryanna where's father?"

"He got called in. He'll be put back on assignment soon. Why, what's going on?"

"It's Cumbera," he spoke of his mother. "She just went into labor."

Then it struck her, hard and fast like lightning. Kakarott, Goku, he would be born, and soon, very soon, Frieza would destroy the planet. The dishes she had been handling fell to the floor and it and her suddenly calm filled life shattered at her feet.

Hehe, we're nearing the climax and the ending! Stay tuned!

Next Chapter: Birth of Kakarott, Bardock's Gift