The barren planet Meat was eerily quiet, its rocky surface cracked and scorched from countless battles waged by the Saiyans under the command of Frieza's army. Bardock stood tall, his armor battered and his breathing heavy, but his fierce Saiyan spirit burned hotter than ever. His black hair spiked wildly, and his bloodstained red headband whipped in the wind as he stared down the hulking figure before him.
Dodoria, the monstrous right-hand of Frieza, floated in the air, a smug grin plastered on his grotesque face. Behind him, Bardock's teammates—Tora, Fasha, Shugesh, and Borgos—were barely holding on after a vicious ambush. The blood of Saiyans soaked the battlefield, but they weren't dead yet.
"You think you can defeat me, low-class Saiyan?" Dodoria sneered, his voice oozing with arrogance. "You and your pitiful race are nothing compared to Lord Frieza's power."
Bardock's eyes narrowed, his fists clenched as anger surged through him. He had already seen the horrors Dodoria had unleashed upon his comrades, but the sight of his squad lying in pools of their own blood was more than enough to fuel the fire inside him.
"I'm not here to listen to your garbage, Dodoria," Bardock growled, stepping forward. His aura flared with raw energy, rocks floating into the air as the ground trembled beneath his feet. "I'm here to make you pay for what you did to my team."
Dodoria chuckled darkly, his large frame shaking with amusement. "You're delusional, Bardock. You're no match for me, but by all means, come at me if you're that eager to die!"
With a roar, Bardock launched himself at Dodoria, his speed blinding as he closed the gap in an instant. He slammed his fist into Dodoria's gut with enough force to send a shockwave through the air. The force of the blow sent Dodoria reeling backward, his eyes wide in surprise as he crashed into a rock formation, smashing it to pieces.
For a moment, the battlefield was silent.
Bardock didn't let up. Fueled by rage and determination, he followed up with a barrage of rapid punches and kicks, each strike sending shockwaves across the landscape. Dodoria barely had time to react as Bardock's fists collided with his grotesque form over and over again, driving him deeper into the ground.
"W-What…?!" Dodoria gasped, blood dripping from his mouth as he struggled to block Bardock's relentless assault. "How… How is this possible?! You're just a low-class warrior!"
Bardock's eyes burned with fury. "Class means nothing when you've taken everything from me!"
With one final, devastating blow, Bardock sent Dodoria flying into the air. The pink brute tumbled uncontrollably before slamming into the ground with an earth-shattering impact, creating a massive crater.
Panting heavily, Bardock landed a few meters away, his fists still clenched tightly. He knew this wasn't over. Dodoria was powerful, but Bardock wasn't about to back down now. Not when his team's lives were on the line.
Dodoria slowly rose to his feet, his once confident expression twisted into one of anger and disbelief. His body was bruised and battered, but he wasn't finished yet. "You… you dare make a fool of me?!" he roared, his energy surging as he fired a massive energy blast directly at Bardock.
Bardock didn't flinch. His eyes locked onto the blast, and with a quick movement, he dodged the attack, letting it sail past him and explode in the distance. He knew Dodoria was getting desperate, and now was the time to strike.
Charging up his energy, Bardock raised his hand to the sky, gathering power for his signature attack. "This is for my team, you monster!" he shouted, his voice echoing across the battlefield. "Riot Javelin!"
With a mighty roar, Bardock hurled the bright, spiraling ball of energy directly at Dodoria. The attack sailed through the air with deadly precision, and Dodoria's eyes widened in horror as he realized he had no time to escape.
"No…! NOOOO—"
The Riot Javelin struck Dodoria head-on, engulfing him in a massive explosion of energy. The ground trembled, and the sky lit up with a blinding flash of light as the impact tore through the battlefield. When the dust settled, Dodoria was gone, his charred remains nothing more than a smoldering crater.
Bardock landed softly, his chest heaving as he stared at the destruction. He had done it. Dodoria was dead.
He immediately rushed over to where his team lay, his heart pounding in his chest. Tora, Fasha, Shugesh, and Borgos were all injured, but they were alive. Bardock knelt beside Tora, his closest friend, who was barely conscious but smiling faintly.
"Bardock… you really did it," Tora rasped, his voice weak. "You actually beat that… bastard."
Bardock grinned, wiping the blood from his face. "Of course I did. I'm not letting you guys die that easily."
Fasha, her voice strained but still defiant, chuckled weakly. "Heh… Always the tough guy, Bardock. But you took way too long. We were starting to think we'd have to handle Dodoria ourselves."
Shugesh and Borgos managed to let out weak laughs, though they were clearly in pain. Bardock helped them sit up, his relief palpable. He knew that the battle was far from over—Frieza was still out there, and the tyrant would not take kindly to the death of one of his top lieutenants. But for now, they had survived.
"What now, Bardock?" Tora asked, his eyes filled with both gratitude and concern. "Frieza's going to find out about this. We won't last long if he comes after us."
Bardock's expression hardened. "We're not running anymore. It's time we took the fight to Frieza."
His team looked at him in shock, but they quickly saw the determination burning in his eyes. Bardock wasn't the type to back down, and after everything they had been through, they knew there was no turning back now.
"But… how?" Borgos asked, his voice gruff. "Frieza's power is… unimaginable."
Bardock stood tall, his fists clenched at his sides. "We find allies, train harder than ever before, and when the time is right… we make Frieza pay. No more hiding, no more running. This is our fight now."
The team shared uncertain glances, but one by one, they nodded in agreement. They had fought together for years, and if anyone could lead them against Frieza, it was Bardock.
As they prepared to leave the desolate planet and return to their base, a strange feeling crept into Bardock's mind. The vision he had seen—the destruction of Planet Vegeta at Frieza's hands—still lingered. But now, the future wasn't set in stone. He had changed things. Perhaps, just perhaps, they could stop the nightmare he had witnessed from ever coming to pass.