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Here is the third chapter, quite explanatory, by the way. I know that sometimes we don't like long explanations, but I thought it was necessary. I hope to release the fourth chapter tomorrow or Friday so that the idea itself will be much more developed. Anyway, I hope you like my idea of how things will turn out in the end.

Enjoy reading

Chapter 3

Bardock's cunning

PLANET VEGETA THRONE ROOM YEAR 737

Bardock stopped in front of the gigantic gates that would lead him to the King, a few hours ago he had sent for him all over the place, which was rare. After their little quarrel the day before, the prince found it unusual that the King still couldn't get enough of him. The soldiers at the gate seemed to avoid meeting the prince with a grim scowl, there was something about him that made him look terrifying when he met his father. It wasn't long before both doors opened, with a slight creaking sound in the background. King Barack stood in the glory of his throne, while Lucern, his most trusted butler, ventilated the great hall. As the crown prince walked before the King's gaze, he passed some saiyajins, about to leave, murmuring among themselves. One in particular noticed Bardock, his accusing gaze annoyed him a little, but he chose to ignore this act and hurried on. The doors were closed, leaving the prince and the King alone. Upright, the prince turned to the King and the two looked at each other challengingly.

As I understand it, you wanted to inform me of something. You sent Vegeta to get your little message to me, I suppose it must be urgent." The intonation Bardock used, was pitched with impatience on his part. Barack knew very well what his heir was like, even if he didn't want him for most of his life. He provided him with a worthy legacy, so much so, that his second son might be destined to become the Super Saiyajin, if they exploited his Zenkai to the fullest. At that thought the King smiled sideways for a few seconds, as he immediately remembered that that very baby was missing - Of course it's urgent. Your second son is missing and you seem so unconcerned! Unless of course... you already know exactly where he is and without my authorisation you've done something really stupid," Bardock frowned, and as he tried to raise an eyebrow quizzically, "What does it matter to you? What I do or don't do with my children is none of your business - Barack looked really indignant from his royal chair and glared furiously at his son - Of course don't buy anything, Bardock! I suggest you pay attention, because this will be the only time I repeat it... Where is that boy?! - Such was his majesty's frustration, that it was possibly too close to smoke coming out of his ears. The prince, on witnessing such a funny scene, almost burst out laughing, which the King noticed. Little more was needed for him to throw a spiritual cannon at him and send him to the other world.

He's safe, if that's what you want to know before you explode in anger. What really surprises me is how concerned you are about your grandson, Grandpa. I've never seen you interested in Raditz, why should Kakarotto be any different? - His words made the King snort, turn his head and fold his arms in disinterest, as Bardock watched him intently - Of course I care about the welfare of my favourite future warrior. While your son is beyond puny in power, things could get interesting if we exploit his abilities well. I am aware of your son's giftedness.

If you want to take advantage of a baby that's not even a week old, you can forget about it. By now he should be far away from any danger, that includes you." He wiggled his eyes arrogantly, to focus on the truth of what Bardock was saying, "You did it for that Frieza nonsense, didn't you, Bardock? I thought I told you to stop being paranoid. Anyway, I guess that can't be stopped now, but the instant Frieza gone, you'll give immediate orders to bring that brat back to the planet. It will be of great help in the future - That answer left Bardock calm, he never thought that the King would grant him that whim, perhaps deep down, Barack also believed that something strange was going on. Bardock's thoughts stopped the moment Zarbon stepped through the door without any kind of permission. The prince turned quickly, almost knowing full well who the arrogant man was who thought he had the authority to do such a rash thing.

King Barack, it is good to greet you again. The great Emperor Frieza sent me to inspect a little before your arrival - Everyone in the hall was frowning at the unwelcome appearance. Especially the soldiers guarding the entrance, one in particular, who ended up sprawled on the floor when the doors opened fiercely, looked at Frieza soldier with disgust - Hey! This is the throne room, you can't come in like that! - As the saiyajin gritted his teeth, Zarbon caught his gaze and simply smiled - Well, if the insolent soldiers there won't let you in when you want, it's only natural that you have to open the doors by yourself, you saiyajin scum - Frieza right hand passed by the soldier who was still angry, especially for how he finished that sentence calling him "scum". The King, Bardock and some other saiyajin who were watching, could witness how the young saiyajin accumulated a power attack in his hand and threw that same orange sphere towards Zarbon's back, which did not make the slightest scratch, but managed to make Frieza soldier angry - Yes you're a damn scum, saiyajin - In moments Zarbon accumulates a small ball of energy in his finger and throws it towards the saiyajin. The saiyajin is thrown by it, hitting the wall and leaving a big wound on his arm - It seems that these monkeys sometimes forget who's above them. Thank goodness I still have patience left, his majesty Frieza would surely have reduced you to ashes by now - That soldier ended up badly wounded and while another of his companions tried to take him to a recovery capsule. Bardock was still stunned in his place, what he had witnessed could be the key for the saiyajin to deceive Frieza, in order to get rid of that damned tyrant, making him think that the saiyajin no longer existed in the universe. Meanwhile Zarbon noticed the stunned look on the prince's face and immediately gloated to himself, thinking it was a great display of power - Why, Prince Bardock, I can happily note that I impressed you, can't I? But don't worry, if all Saiyajin were so obedient, surely they wouldn't have to face such drastic measures - The prince raised his eyebrow, having a gesture of repulsion on his face, that gesture immediately went away when he saw who he was dealing with. No wonder that effeminate soldier was Frieza right-hand man. He turned and bowed to the King, he already had a very good idea and he didn't want to waste that time with his father, much less with Zarbon - I take my leave your highness. I have a mission to attend to - Just like that, Bardock left, with a very attentive Zarbon giving this saiyajin. Before crossing through the gates, he paused in his place, still missing one small detail - Zarbon, how long will it take for Emperor Frieza to arrive? - He didn't even turn his gaze to when Zarbon looked at him accusingly - What do you need to know that information for? - He forced a small smile from the side as he turned to Zarbon, his brow was still furrowed, but if he didn't convince that sissy, he wasn't going to know how much time he had left to save everyone he could - I don't want to take casualties that day, so, I'd like to teach my men some manners before they report to the great Frieza - Frieza soldier looked at him for a few moments and then simply turned his gaze back to where he was - That's the best plan I've ever heard a saiyajin say. After all, the prince does have a brain. Not like the one before him. Well, in that case, Emperor Frieza will enter the atmosphere in about 30 days, maybe less. His ship was slightly delayed, but that won't stop him from making sure of such an important matter - King Barack's fists were clenched tightly, hearing that comparison. Bardock noticed it and with that simple gesture, he left the place - I'll keep that in mind - The doors closed behind the prince and as he left he immediately ran to the room where they kept all the available saiyajin equipment, he needed to check something.

°FLASHBACK°

Aaaaah!" Bardock watched from afar as the scene caused by a saiyajin unfolded. As this young soldier charged his attack, Bardock looked at the big picture.

His comrades, who had a tracker with him, were activated by the attack he was about to fire. And the instant it was thrown at Zarbon, the elite soldier's tracker reacted by showing the power level of the attack. Meanwhile Zarbon, although he didn't flinch, this attack made him feel a small pinch in his lower back. Things that annoyed him and he immediately turned to see the saiyajin surprised for not even causing him a single scratch - Yes you're a damn scum, saiyajin - He concentrated a small sphere of power in his index finger, which he momentarily threw towards the saiyajin, if that small power had been a little more, surely he would have killed him in less than an instant. "Zarbon is Frieza right-hand man for a reason," thought Bardock with a serious look on his face. The elite soldier, after that scene, walked towards them gloating to himself, while the saiyajin's companions took him to the recovery tank.

Bardock muffled every sound that was said towards him for a few moments, "The trackers! Those devices cause us a lot of trouble when it comes to privacy. But they're also the key, the key to fooling Frieza. That thing picks up power signals, as well as targeted blasts. If I can get one energy to impersonate thousands of saiyajin from the planet Vegeta. Frieza could blow it up with no problem and live fooled, while we escape days earlier... but what kind of explosion could be strong enough to...?

Why, Prince Bardock, I can happily note that I impressed you, can't I? - Zarbon's voice at once made Bardock aware of his wonderful revelation, at last he had something good. Who would have thought that he would realise this thanks to the soldier Zarbon?

°END OF FLASHBACK°

The corridor was quiet enough to think as you planned your final move. The prince had solved the riddle.

A tracker allows you to see the power levels of an entire planet. This was Frieza aid in helping the Saiyajin work more efficiently. But it was a double-edged sword, as it also allows you to hear the conversations of those who carry it, which is clever, as most of the Saiyajin use it from day to night. Secrets were no longer secrets with Frieza eavesdropping on every conversation from his flying chair.

In short, the trackers cannot distinguish between what is alive and what is not, they only pick up a level of power or in any case an explosion caused by someone, which can very easily be mistaken for a living being of that power. If this was so, the bombs were the solution, if many of these exploded continuously in many inhabited places on the planet Vegeta, this would confuse Frieza's trackers and the emperor would think that all the saiyajin are gathered on the planet. It was possible to make a false power level to escape from the planet. But for that he needed to convince as many Saiyajin as he could, to escape gradually so that no one would notice the disappearance of thousands of Saiyajin from one moment to the next.

The consequences of this plan were many, especially for the planet Vegeta, since the constant explosions would gradually destroy the cities, leaving everything in ashes. For a bomb to compare to the power of a single Saiyajin, it needed to have enough power, especially if it was a high class warrior. In any case, the planet would be an inevitable place, both after Frieza destroyed it, and after thousands upon thousands of bombs exploded constantly, and while this would not immediately kill the planet, it would most likely damage it enough that it would never be able to live on it again.

In the end, Bardock would have to make the latter decision, whether it was his planet or his race. The question was, would all Saiyajin, proud and ruthless warriors, be willing to put all that aside and instead of fighting, run away? Iniquitously, he felt immense fury at the thought of being a bloody coward and escaping his fate. All saiyajin were raised with such desperate pride, but at the same time, they were taught that, if they had other abilities, they could develop them to be the best in their field, of course. It was in their blood to be proud and arrogant, but they also shared a zeal to survive and go as far as life would take them, they were not just savage warriors. Bardock paused to look out a window, thinking that this risk was worth it, what really intrigued him was how many would think the same if he asked them?

Prince, Bardock - A saiyajin stopped beside Bardcok, none other than the proudest warrior the King trusted so much - The King instructed me to inform you that your presence will be required in the council chamber, Before nightfall - Bardock's serious countenance was a little disturbed by this - But I just saw him this morning - He replied, a little overwhelmed by the simple idea of meeting again, not only his father, but a bunch of boring and angry old men.

There seems to be a lot of things to check before the arrival of the great Frieza. It's not good to be overconfident, when it comes to that sadistic emperor - Bardock's eyes were astonished, did Vegeta also think it was a trap or was he just afraid of Frieza? As the stubborn Saiyajin was a few feet away from walking through the door, Bardock stopped him - Wait, Vegeta! - The saiyajin turned to his prince with a frazzled look on his face, as he turned to him, "You're a shrewd warrior, which is why the King has so much faith in you. I don't think you're so blind, too, that you can't see Frieza's evil intentions." The red-armoured Saiyajin frowned at the prince, "I don't think so, but I don't have enough reason to prove otherwise. I'll give you a piece of advice majesty, if you want those saiyajin to believe you, bring them proof - Bardock didn't take this in a bad way, but since they were both on the same channel, he didn't think it was a bad idea to join forces - It seems that we agree on something. Maybe I haven't tasked the right person to do more research on this mysterious command of the great Frieza, who sent all the modes back to the cage.

I would love to help you with that great task, but unfortunately the King has already assigned me other missions - he made a mocking grimace at the prince, which the prince noticed.

I have a plan to save all the saiyajin in case Frieza wants to explode the planet - Vegeta's smirk faded in an instant and changed it with a gesture of curiosity - And what will our dear prince of the saiyajin do? Will you stand in front of the supernova and try to stop it

I don't think that's a bad fate for a proud Saiyajin. But no, that's not my plan. It's pretty risky if you look at it from a certain perspective, but still, I'm confident it'll work," Vegeta quirked an eyebrow, "If you help me gather evidence to convince the other Saiyajin to evacuate the planet...

What are you going to give me Bardock, your approval, money, possessions? There's nothing you can really offer me, not something I really want," Vegeta laughed mockingly again, while Bardock remained confident.

I'll help you look for the one you want to find so badly... I'm talking about your second son Vegeta - Vegeta's confident smile disappeared with the prince's words in an instant and he looked at him seriously - As far as I know, a year ago you had a son with a rather low fighting level. That's why you decided to send him to a distant planet as a Flying Infant. For some reason the records of his fate were damaged and you still haven't found your son's whereabouts. If you help me, I promise I'll give you access to every means of finding him," Vegeta looked back at Bardock, still frowning, "It's not like I care about a low-class warrior. It's my partner who cares about that brat, for that reason I've been calling in some favours - Bardock rolled his eyes at Vegeta's reaction, it was more than obvious that his son mattered a lot to him, but he decided to ignore this behaviour - So, is it a deal, General Vegeta? - After Vegeta snorted under his breath, he took Bardock's proffered hand to make a deal - I hope that plan is a good one.

I know the explanation of Bardock's plan is a bit, quite long, but I really thought it was important to write a plan beyond the fact that they were only saved by fate. I like to give an explanation to everything so an apology if you don't like long explanations 0 . 0

Things are moving a bit slow? Maybe, but believe me things are just getting good. Thanks to everyone who has put me on author alert and please tell me what you think about Bardock's plan, it's interesting for me to see how it will develop in the future.

I remind you again that, if I see that you like my work (sending comments or opinions and even new ideas) I confirm that I will continue it until the end, no matter what happens, and although I will continue it anyway (because I write this story for fun and my own pleasure) surely with your good comments and opinions I will be even more motivated to finish it, so if you want quick updates I ask you a lot of encouragement in each chapter, I put my heart in everything I write (at least I try)

I hope you enjoyed it and thank you for reading.