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Chapter Three: Now You're Back From Outer Space

"So you bring him here?!" Vegeta shouted at us. "Probably an imposter out to kill us all and you bring him here?!"

"Calm down, dad. He doesn't seem dangerous," Trunks said.

I was actually surprised when Trunks answered the phone when I called him. We still weren't on speaking terms. I'd stop by to visit Vegeta and Bulma and Trunks would just glare at me. When he came by my parents' house to hang out with Goten I was as good as invisible. I wasn't a big fan of his attitude, especially since I had apologized what seemed like a million times, but I didn't really have a choice but to contact him today. His dad was a Saiyan. His mom was a scientist. There were literally the only two people qualified to handle this situation.

"Yes, he's only been watching everyone from the shadows for who knows how long. Nothing about that strikes me as dangerous!" Vegeta shouted.

"If he's not telling the truth, then at least we've got him as a hostage to find out why," I said. "And if he is telling the truth-."

"He's telling the truth," Bulma said coming out of the lab. "He's definitely one of Kairi's paternal relatives. And I'm one hundred percent sure he's a Saiyan—and alive."

"Do you understand the ramifications of the words that just came out of your mouth, woman?!" Vegeta exclaimed.

"Well, the DNA doesn't lie, Vegeta!" Bulma scolded him.

"Hey," I chimed in. "Now that we've got this all settled. . . What are we supposed to tell my dad?"

"Then truth," Vegeta said.

"No one just takes news like that easily," Bulma said. "He doesn't even know that man in there, You should've seen what happened when he met Raditz."

"Well then we'll have someone with experience in meeting their dead parents tell him," Vegeta said. "Think of it as revenge for him being dead for seven years."

"Wait. . . You mean me?" I asked.

"Why not? You're always giving him bad news anyway," Vegeta said. "For once break it to him that the world isn't ending."

I sighed and pulled out my phone and called home.

When my mom answered the phone I could barely hear her over music playing in the background.

"Mom," I said.

"Hold on, dear," Mom said. "Goku! Turn that down! Goku!"

There was no response as the music continued to blare in the background.

"Goku, I swear-."

"I say Doctor! Ain't there nothing I can take, I say Doctor, to relieve this bellyache! I say Doctor-!"

Suddenly there was a loud crash and then silence.

"Aww, but Chichi, what about the lime in the coconut," Dad said.

"Your daughter is on the phone!" Mom shouted.

"Kairi loves Lime in the Coconut!" Dad protested.

"Mom, please. Tell Dad he needs to come to come to Bulma's house. It's an emergency," I said.

"Why? Are you in trouble again?" Mom asked.

"No. It's just. . . He really needs to come here right now. It can't wait," I said.

"All right," Mom said. "I'll tell him."

"Thank you. I'll see you Saturday," I said. I hung up the phone.

"What are you planning to tell him?" Trunks asked.

"I suppose Bardock will have to explain himself won't he? He's certainly not telling me what he's doing here," I said.

"He says he doesn't remember. He said he woke up by the river in Karakura Town three days ago. All he remembers before that is being blown to bits by Frieza," Bulma said.

"Suspicious," Vegeta said.

"Quite," I said.

"Hey guys!" Dad said appearing out of thin air, startling all of us. "What's going on?"

"Life as we know it has been turned upside down," I said.

"Is someone trying to destroy the Earth again?" Dad asked.

"No," I said. I looked to Bulma, Vegeta, and Trunks for some kind of assistance in this situation, but they stood there quietly and nonchalant. "Daddy. . . What would you say if I told you that. . . Bardock was alive?"

"Bardock? You mean my father?" he asked. I nodded. "I'd say that. . . Less surprising things have happened."

"Then don't be surprised."

Bardock had emerged from the lab.

Dad looked at him then looked at me.

"Who is he?" Dad asked.

"I'm your father. Didn't you hear your kid?" Bardock asked.

". . . But you got blown up," Dad said. "By Frieza."

Bardock chuckled. "And yet here I am. Although you'll know plenty about coming back from the dead, wouldn't you son?"

"How do you know all this? Why were you following me? Are you really who say you are?" I asked.

"You've got a lot of questions don't you? I bet that's why they made you a detective?" he asked.

"I'm not a detective anymore. Shows how much attention you pay," I said. "You're a pretty bad stalker."

"You've been following my daughter?" Dad asked. "I don't care who you are. I don't like people tailing my kids. I don't care what reason they have. So I think you'd better tell me what you want right now."

Bardock chuckled again. "All right I'll tell you. I was on Kanassa, taking care of business like I always do. We'd just wiped out everyone, or so we thought. There was one survivor. To this day I still don't know what the hell they did exactly, but he said that it was going to make sure that I ended up seeing the Saiyans get their comeuppance for doing Frieza's dirty work for him all those years. And he was right. Cause that's what I saw. Frieza wiping us out. I thought it was a nightmare or something, but I kept seeing it. These images just kept flashing in my head and I eventually just accepted that it was going to happen."

"You mean. . . You mean that. . . They made you see the future?" I asked.

Bardock nodded. "Remind you anyone you know?"

"Yeah! That sounds just like Kairi!" Dad said.

"It was a rhetorical question," Bardock said.

"He does that a lot," Bulma said.

"So the Kanassans forced you to see the future because you genocided their entire planet?" I asked.

"Never heard genocide used as a verb before," Bardock said.

"Well it was hard to describe your line of work otherwise," I said. Bardock rolled his eyes. "So the Kanassans are the reason you can see the future?"

"Probably why you can too," he said.

"I doubt it. Dad was already born when you were on Kanassa and I may not be passing biology class at the moment, but I do know that genetics don't work that way," I said.

"You're failing another class?" Dad asked.

"My grades are not important right now, Dad," I said. "I'd also appreciate it if you didn't mention that Mom."

"The reason you can see the future, Miss Kairi, is because of Kanassans. They wanted me to pay for all the horrible stuff I did for Frieza. He wanted me to suffer. And now you get to suffer with me," he said.

"Like a curse?" I asked. He nodded.

"That sounds ridiculous." Trunks said. I nodded in agreement.

"Then please explain to me why your friend here keeps having horrible visions of the future, visions which never, ever have any good end to them," Bardock said.

Trunks and I exchanged glances and I looked down to my shoes.

"So what are you here for?" Dad asked.

"Well before Frieza wiped out Vegeta, I saw him getting his ass handed to him by my son—and then I saw his kids, and you Trunks and then. . . I was by the river in that city. I wandered around for a while until I saw your daughter canoodling with some orange haired kid and I recognized her," Bardock said.

"Canoodling?" Dad asked looking over to me. "What's that? Like making pasta?"

"Yes, dad. Ichigo and I were making pasta," I said.

"You are a terrible person," Trunks said.

"Maybe your parents would like to know about all the pasta we used to make together, Trunks," I said.

". . . Touché," he said.

". . . Anyway," Bardock continued, eyeing Trunks and me curiously, "I followed her around until she sniffed me out."

"So. . . Here you are?" Vegeta asked.

"Don't take that tone with me, Princey. I don't know how I got here, but I am," he said.

"So you saw me and instead of saying anything you just tailed me for three days?" I asked.

"I knew I'd need to get you disentangled from that ginger kid otherwise you'd just be giving me the third degree," he said. "And I was right."

I looked up at my dad and then back to Bardock.

"And now what do you plan to do since you're here?" Vegeta asked.

Bardock shrugged. "I guess we'll find out."

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"So you're taking him back home? With mom?" I asked. Dad nodded. "She's not going to like that."

"You're not gonna like it either. He's sleeping in your room," Dad said.

"Why my room?" I asked.

"You never sleep in it anyway," he said patting me on the head. "And you're doing bad in school again. Just accept this and I won't tell your mother."

I sighed. "Fine. You win this round. . . Are you okay?"

Dad nodded. "Yeah. Not the first guy I ever met that was supposed to be dead. And he's my dad. So he can't be that bad. . . Except that he killed all those people. . . But so did Vegeta and he's an okay guy."

"True. This is all true," I said. "And obviously he'll be back on Saturday for Bulma's party. That'll be fun to see how all your buddies react to his being alive."

"Yep. . . Speaking of surprises I hear Ichigo is coming?" Dad asked.

I chuckled. "Oh. . . Yeah. He's coming on Saturday with Orihime. You remember her don't you? She-."

"Relax, I'm sure he's not that bad," Dad said.

"I'm not worried about you not liking him. It's just that, my formerly deceased grandfather just showed up and that might strike Ichigo as strange. Among other things," I said.

"Well, just think of how weird it'll be for Shiori's future husband to find out that his sister in law is married to an alien," Dad said.

"True. I do have it better than aunt Shiori. And you'll like Ichigo. He's never been in my room without supervision and whenever I'm at his house his dad is always there because he runs the clinic which actually a part of his house so he's always there. So I've been very well behaved and he's really nice and really smart," I said.

"Does he make good pasta?" he asked.

I covered my face as I restrained a laugh. "Canoodling does not mean what you think it means."

"I thought so. I don't recall ever seeing Trunks make spaghetti," he said.

I shook my head. "He's still a good guy in spite of the canoodling."

"I see," Dad said. "Well I don't know him."

"No you don't," I said.

"So, obviously, I'll have to fight him to make sure he's worthy," Dad said.

". . . That was a joke right?" I asked.

Dad chuckled and patted my head. "I love you, kiddo."

"I love you too, but you didn't answer my question," I said.

"I think it's time for me to head home now," Dad said getting up from his seat next to me on the couch. "I've got to explain all this to your brothers and Chichi."

"Daddy, you were joking right?" I asked.

"See you Saturday," he said walking out the room.

"Dad! Tell me that was a joke!" I shouted after him. But there was no response.

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Shortly after my father and the man who was allegedly my grandfather departed, I left and made my way to Ichigo's house. I knocked on the front door and was greeted by Karin.

"Pretty late for you to be here, huh?" she asked.

"Is your brother home?" I asked, ignoring her sass.

"Yeah," she said. "But I'm not allowed to let people in the house when my dad's not home."

"Your dad's in the clinic. I saw the lights on," I said. "And I know that rule and it only applies to strangers."

"And you are?" Karin asked.

"Getting' real tired of your shit," I said. "I have had a very rough afternoon."

"I don't think you should be swearing at me, especially since you're a stranger," she said.

"Are you this rude to everyone?" I asked.

"No just weird strangers who make out with my brother," she said.

I'd learned that Karin was, like her brother, Spiritually Aware, which is probably why she hadn't warmed up to me at all. Her awareness was pretty impressive too, a lot like Kuwabara's had been before we subjected him to Genkai's tournament and Maze Castle. I probably gave her a bad feeling every time I walked into the house.

"You are always just a ray of sunshine," I said.

"Karin, let her in," Ichigo said walking into the kitchen. "Don't you have homework?"

"I was just joking with her," Karin said as I walked past her.

"I'm watching you, Karin Kurosaki," I said.

"And I'm watching you if Ichigo doesn't learn to close his door," she said.

"Hey, will you shut up already!" Ichigo said grabbing my hand.

"I came down here to get a snack until your girlfriend interrupted me," Karin said.

"Fine then we'll leave you to your snack," Ichigo said. I followed him up to his room where he made a point to shut the door.

"So how did things go after you left?" he asked.

I flopped face down onto his bed.

"Not well?" he asked.

I rolled over onto my back and took a deep breath. "My grandfather, my father's father, was blown up when my Dad's home planet was destroyed, and so the story goes that before the planet was blown up, he kept screaming about how Frieza was going to kill everyone and everyone thought he was crazy. . . until Frieza blew up the planet and then there was no one left to complain. Any who. . . He's alive and he's at my house with my dad and he's the one who's been following me for the past few days and he has no idea how on earth he got here and the reason he could see visions of the planet getting blown up was because the people of the planet Kanassa who he'd just recently wiped out cursed him to see the Saiyans get what was coming to him so he can see visions of the future and he thinks that I'm cursed too which is why I've been seeing horrible things happen to people in my visions. . . So no. . . Not well."

Ichigo sat down next to me.

"You always have these really random stories to tell and they sound made up but they all end up being real and I just don't know how to handle that," he said.

"I don't know how to handle that. I'm used to dead relatives popping up but usually I expect them to," I said. "Now people are just coming back to life all willy-nilly. It's super inconsiderate and also taxing on my mental health. Oh, and now dead ol' grandpa is coming over Saturday so coming to Bulma's party Saturday should be fun and not at all traumatic."

"For me or for you?" he asked.

"My whole life is one traumatic moment," I said.

Ichigo reached down and ran his fingers through my hair. "You'll survive. It's not the end of the world after all. Not today at least."

"True," I said with a chuckle. "I just hope you still like me after this weekend."

"Well, there aren't any serial killers in your family are there?" Ichigo asked.

". . . Yeah, actually. . . My grandfather who was cursed to see visions of the future after genociding an entire race," I said. I buried my face in my hands.

Ichigo brought my hands down from my face. "You should go home and get some sleep and stop stressing yourself out. This has to be pretty low on the list of weird things that have happened to you."

"True. I did meet you. Your life might actually be weirder than mine," I said.

"Nope. Everyone stays dead," Ichigo said. ". . . Usually." He leaned down and kissed me.

"Well, you hang out with a stuffed animal. That's pretty weird," I said.

"Your dad's an alien," he said.

"Yeah, you can't really top aliens," I said. He leaned down and kissed me again.

The way Ichigo kissed me was always so passionate, but gentle. I could feel the way his lips moved against mine and the steady rise and fall of his chest and he breathed. He twisted his fingers through my hair slowly and his hand gripped my waist firmly. My skin broke out into goose bumps and pulled him closer to me.

But all good things must come to an end.

I sensed the hollow, pretty powerful and not too far away. Ichigo pulled away from me.

"I've gotta-."

"I know," I said. He leaned down and kissed me, lingering for a moment before he pulled away. "I'll just go home." I climbed off his bed. "Stay safe."

"I will," he said.

I walked out of his bedroom and closed the door behind myself.