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Kratos had felt a bit of satisfaction.
Things didn't normally go as smooth as his new objective was going. He sought out answers, and it seems he's found them. Usually he'd have to slaughter multiple people or armies. Greece has left a enteral lasting stain in his life.
The woman, Bulma had informed him on the current situation at hand. She talked a lot, usually saying nothing of much but she'd eventually get to the point.
Bulma filled him in. Apparently, this world was attacked by Frieza's soliders as well. Powerful warrior, namely, a warrior named Son Goku, had worked together to stop them, but she didn't get into as she began working on several things around the large room she had steered him in the direction of. Kratos had almost tuned out her babbling until she mentioned something he deemed very important to his cause.
"Dragon Balls?" Kratos questioned with a rasied eyebrow. Her constant babbling was very asinine but that was what caught his attention.
"Yes. The Dragon Balls are seven balls that put together, can grant any wish." Bulma informed, her voice was a bit muffled from being too busy working on a huge travel contraption. One she called a "spaceship". Kratos scoffed at the very thought of these "dragon balls". Impossible he thought, no way wishes can be granted.
Surely it was not possible? The gods had told him when his services were done, they were to remove his nightmares and visions that haunted him. That went as well as expected before he casted himself from Mount Olympus. But now, he was in an entirely new world.
"Wishing is for fools," he declared, crossing his gigantic arms across his chest and looking away to look at the other antiques and 'tools' the woman owned. He obsevered the room, before he heard a noise over where she was. She cursed herself, before rolling under the spaceship.
She stood to her feet, examining a cut on her hand. Kratos observed her before she had walked towsrds the desk he was standing, and wrapped it up. She took a breath, and leaned against the table.
"So big guy," she said, stretching her limbs. She face him with a puzzled look, before she looked at him up and down. "What's your story?"
Kratos raised an eyebrow, before he took in the smaller woman's appearance. She had been covered in black residue, and her hands were dirtied. Her clothes were stained with all kinds of stains, mostly the black residue that matched her face. He looked away from her.
"Who I am is irrelevant." Kratos said firmly, making the woman huff.
"Aw, come on!" Bulma said with a hint of annoyance. It seemed she was getting frustrated with the lack of communication on his side, but he didn't care. He had a goal, and that meant doing anything to make aure he is not hunted anymore. "I've been trying to strike up a conversation with you for almost three hours. If we are to work together to stop Frieza, especially travel with the others, you're gonna have to be cooperative."
"We are only working together because we have a common goal." Kratos informed, now much more stern. He had little patience to deal with the woman's eagerness to know who he is. "That does not make us comrades."
The smile on Bulma's face turned devious, which made him scowl towards her. "That's where you're wrong. I know the information you need. Without me, you'd be completely lost. I highly doubt you could find Frieza by yourself."
"Do not underestimate me, woman." Kratos said, uncrossing his hands. The tone of his voice was enough to wipe the smirk off of Bulma's face. He stalked towards her, but far enough to leave her space. He wasn't here to intimidate her, but he had to make himself known. He was not one to play. "I am through with the games. You will help me find this Frieza. After that, he will die. That, will be that."
Bulma gulped. The white ash skinned, red tattooed man certainly wasn't playing around. He could probably tear her to shreds with one arm. Best not to provoke the man. Kratos back off, before he crossed his arms again with a glare on his face. She nodded, before she relaxed in her tense posture.
"I was just kidding." Bulma said, trying to lighten the mood.
"This is no laughing matter." Kratos fired back, not amsued at all.
"I can see that now." Bulma replied, more anxious than she was previously was.
Bulma shifted, before she placed the towel she was rubbing her dirty hands in on the counter behind her. Turning around, she rummaged through a bunch of antiques and other items before she pulled out a oddly shaped device. She turned towards him to show him some kind of technical item. It was a circular device that was encased in silver. A green screen had been projected on the item. He marveled at it, he'd never seen a device like this.
"It's called a Dragon Radar." Bulma explained, letting him hold the device. She almost giggled with how lost he looked while holding if. As if he's never seen technology before. "Once we reach Namek, it'll help us track them down quicker."
"And these Dragon Balls grant any wish?" Kratos questioned. Bulma nodded her head up and down. He pondered, before looking at the device now clutched between his index finger and thumb.
"Do you have a wish?" She asked, which made him snap out of his pondering. He never thought about it. Did he have a wish? His entire life was nothing but anger, pain and violence. He's never had what he wanted, or if he did, not in the way he wanted.
He could get rid of the countless years of rigorous training in Sparta. He could rid being the Spartan general. The service he promised Ares. The ten years he served the Gods.
Killing Lysandra and Calliope. Deimos...
Kratos grimaced at the very thought, before he stared at his feet with a glare. He could barely relive the two memories. How he lost everything, and how he has nothing. He was a man of nothing. He was a God of Nothing.
"No." Kratos simply said, dropping the device into Bulma's hands. She barely caught it, fumbling it before she finally had it in her hands. Kratos strided by her, staring out one of the windows. He looked at the sky, seeing the streaks of clouds.
"Not a single one?" Bulma raised an eyebrow, the tone of her voice sounded as if she didn't believe him. He didn't answer her question. "You could have anything. You could fix, anything."
With his back turned, Kratos's facade slightly dropped for a moment. His usual furrowed brows were now relaxed, his expression was a vulnerable one. A heavy breath escaped him, but he caught himself. He sneered.
He himself knows, that wishing cannot fix all his has wrought. The damage has been done. He'd be taking the easy way out.
"You do not know me." He stated, looking over his shoulder. His left eye caught the woman in his view. "I have done unforgivable things. I must live with the consequences."
"If you say so." Bulma replied, before looking at a small device on her wrist. Her brow furrowed, before she sighed again. "The spaceship is ready. And the others have yet to meet you. I don't know how they'd take a stranger suddenly appearing out of nowhere, walking next to me demanding we take him to Namek."
Kratos walked past her. "I do not care what you or your companions think. You will take me to this world, Namek, and I will kill Frieza. After that, I do not care what you do."
"Alright then." She said, before turning around to walk away. She turned around seeing her hadn't moved a step. "Well? Are you just going to stand there all day?"
Kratos cringed. This woman, Bulma, was annoying.
"Whoa, Bulma." A small bald man said. His voice was a mixture of worry and interest. He eyed Kratos up and down, taking in his appearance. Kratos thought the man looked strange, he had three rows of dots on his head. Bushy eyebrows, and he was very short. A boy was next to him, looking as clueless as ever looking at him. "Whose this guy?"
Bulma chuckled nervously, watching her two friends marvel at the hulking man standing next to her. Kratos's glare had reached both the man and young boy. The boy just gawked at him, to which Kratos returned the stare. The boy gasped, noticing that Kratos had caught him staring.
Bulma's chuckles turned into airly, before she cleared her throat. "Guys, this is Kratos. He'll be joining us on the journey to Namek."
The two reeled back from the news, gasping. The older man stepped up with a furrowed brow, making Kratos get into defensive mode. "Bulma, you can't seriously consider bringing this guy along! What if he's secretly one of Frieza's soldiers?"
"Or worse," the child next to him spoke up with a battle look on his face. Kratos had known of children soldiers, but this one looked a bit too young to know the horros of battle. "He could be trying to steal the Dragon Balls!"
Kratos scoffed. He could never serve such a lowly being, nor did he want these Dragon Balls. "This, Frieza, tried to have me killed." He blurted out, startling the two warriors in fromt of him. He took a step forward, which made them step backwards. He didn't have the blades sheathed on him, more so they were put away. He wasn't here to look for more enemies. "He's already sent a solider after me once, and now he knows who I am. I must kill him befofe he strikes again."
"What exactly do you know of Frieza?" The bald short man asked, still in his defensive postition. The God of War crossed his arms, looking the man up and down. He gave him the credit of not backing down to Kratos, as many people would.
"Nothing," he answered, a furrowed eyebrow. "What I do know, is that he must die."
Bulma had pinched her nose before sighing dramatically. "Krillin! We do not have time for all the questions!"
The man, Krillin had relaxed his stance not breaking eye contact with the Spartan. The child next to him had seem to calm down, the battled readied expression now washed away.
"Well," the man named Krillin finally broke the silence. He was now standing in a relaxed posture. Kratos softened the glare but made sure he wasn't caught vulnerable. His brows still furrowed. "Names Krillin, and this little guy is Gohan."
The boy, Gohan had waved at him. Kratos slightly nodded towards the youngest of them, before he turned towards Krillin.
"I want nothing from any of you." Kratos blurted out, catching their attention. The three of them set their sights on the Ghost of Sparta. Kratos turned his back towards them, before looking towards the orange sky. The sun had been setting, and despite the non-chaotic day. Kratos felt as if he had a eventful day. "I am not your enemy. My only objective is that this Frieza must pay for his actions. After that, I will be on my way."
"All that matters is that you oppose Frieza as well." Krillin noted, rubbing his chin with his thumb examining Kratos. "But we hardly know anything about you."
"And I intend to keep it that way."
"How do you expect us to work with someone who we know nothing about."
Kratos shrugged his shoulders. "It is best to keep it that way. The less you know about me, the better." The statement had silenced everyone, and small bit of gratitude spread inside of him. He was in no position to tell them who he really is. What he's done. The destruction he's brought. They'd shun him. Just like everyone has. He cannot risk putting their mutal partnership in jeopardy by revealing his wrongdoings.
Bulma turned towards him. "We leave for Namek in the morning." Bulma looked down at the device on her wirst again. "I assume you don't have anywhere to sleep if you crash landed here. We have an extra guest room you can use for the night. But be ready to be up bright and early. Understood?"
"Hn." Kratos grunted.
"Great!" Bulma exclaimed, turning swiftly on one foot to face Krillin and Gohan. "I'll get the ship to the wastelands outside of the city. Meet us there in the morning."
The two of them nodded and exchanged goodbyes. All that was left was the woman and Kratos. She turned around to face him, but her face was serious. Not like the usual clumsy look.
"I hope you know what you're getting yourself into." She said, a more serious tone to her voice.
Kratos squinted. "I should be the least of your worries, woman."
"Do you have any idea who Frieza is?" She questioned. "Do you not realize how evil he is? He enslaves entire worlds. He destroys them if it the thought even crosses him. Do you have any idea what you're putting yourself up against-"
"I do not need your warnings." Kratos interjected, cutting her off. She had stopped mid sentence, and opened her mouth to push back but she suddenly closed it. As if she was letting him speak. "I have seen many things in my long life. Evil, egotistical tyrants are one of them. Had he not targeted me, we would not be having this conversation."
Silence engulfed the two, staring hard at each other. Bulma let out a tired sigh, looking towards the sky to see that nightfall would eventually be upon them.
"Whatever or whoever you are, I just hope your intentions are the same as ours." Bulma said.
"They aren't." Kratos confessed, making Bulma look at him with a questionable look. "I am here only to kill Frieza. Not for the Dragon Balls. Not for your friends. This is my own goal. You are simply helping."
Bulma stared at him with a unreadable expression, before sighing.
"Well, if you're coming along for the ride, I suggest you get sleep. The trip isn't a short one. We'll be riding in that spaceship for days."
"Hn." Kratos replied, not giving her an vocal answer.
"The guest bedroom is down the hall from where I took you. Take the left door." Bulma said, before she yawned and went to turn around to leave. Kratos was now left alone in the front of the Capsule building. The night was eerily quiet. He looked towards the billions of stars, tiny lights in the night sky.
Dragons Balls...
Wishes...
Lysandra...
Calliope...
Maybe things just got more complicated...