Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Shadow in the Twilight ❯ Story Introduction & Setup ( Prologue )

Intro: Ack! Just when I thought it was safe to wander unfettered into the dark and dank recesses of my mind without suffering too many untoward consequences, the writing muse has seen fit to drive me into another scribbling frenzy. Basta!

Somehow, Bardock (the absolutely hunky father of Son Goku), has been taking up considerable residence in my gray matter in recent days and wants, no, demands (!) that I write a tale with him as the romantic lead. Now just who am I to deny such an eloquent plea? (Must be the rakish smile and the scar on that left cheek that just begs to be caressed…hmm). Okie-dokie, says I.

If this turns out to be a little too OOC for some DBZ fanatics, all I can say is TS! Try to be a little more open-minded and not so damned AR, for crying out loud! I wrote this solely for the sheer fun of doing so and not to set the literary world on fire. Like I could…heh!

A Special Acknowledgement: To NansJns, for her indispensable generosity and expertise in beta-ing my story. Thank you so very much!!

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Setup: During this AU timeline, Bardock has already been cursed with the ability to see into the future by Tooro, the Kanassa-jin, in retaliation for destroying his home world of Kanassa-sei. Like Cassandra, the prophetess of ancient Greek legend, the Saiya-jin speaks the truth about Vegeta-sei's doomed future and no one will grant his visions any credence. Bardock has also foreseen the emergence of his infant son, Kakarott, as the savior of the small verdant planet called Chikyuu that he was originally sent to destroy.

Upon Bardock's eventual release from the central infirmary's regeneration tank, the attending physicians declared him fit again, mentally and physically, and released him to resume his duties.

Rating: Upgraded to NC-17 for lemon scenes in later chapters. Know you that parts of this story will contain swearing, adult situations, and action/violence.

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z nor would I ever expect monetary compensation for my little outpourings, literary or otherwise. Akira Toriyama is the sole father of his marvelous brainchildren. We, who love DBZ, just occasionally hitch onto his illustrious coattails and hang on for the ride. The original characters I've interwoven into my own DBZ tales are my babies, and you know what happens when someone attempts to get between a mother and her children…consider yourselves warned. Selah!

Edit (August 2004): I originally posted this story way back when on ff.net, but went through it recently to fix a few passages and such. And I removed the only lemon scene (to date, anyway) there to keep it within that site's rating guidelines.