Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Hope Reborn ❯ Chapter 2

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Chapter 2
written by : Severina


Mist rose of the desolate surface of the battlefield. Dawn was approaching; it was the dropping of the flag that would signal the most important fight of his life. The gray surface took on a reddish tint as the sun broke the barrier of the mountains, casting its rays over the awaiting warriors. It glinted of the spider-legged ship that crouched on the other side of the field, radiating a malice all its own. The door opened with a reptilian hiss and a pale, three-toed foot emerged. Frieza appeared holding his head high and allowing his horns to cast tombstone like shadows on the ramp of the ship. As he stared across the battlefield, he heard his own voice break the silence.

"Do you think we have a chance?"

"Even if we don't, we don't have a choice." Replied a female voice from beside him. He turned to see the face of the Queen set in deadly determination as her eyes followed Frieza down the ramp.

Bardock opened his eyes to see nothing but the grungy ceiling of his cell. The visions had become less violent since he was thrown in prison, but they had become more frequent as he awaited execution. He didn't understand. According to his visions, the Queen was his ally, the one person who believed him. But she had been the one to sign his death warrant and in less than 15 hours, her will would be carried out in front of all the people of Vegetasei. Maybe everyone was right. Maybe his 'visions' were nothing more than a severe form of space dementia brought about by the destruction of his crew. Perhaps Dodoria had been acting on his own accord and lied about Frieza wanting him dead. He closed his eyes, letting this new possibility run through his mind.

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There was a knock at the door. Patara dropped the king's head back in the box, making sure it was hidden from view before she gave the ok for entrance.

"Your highness, there is a call on the video monitor from Lord Frieza." Said Kala, personal servant to the queen. The arrival of the young girl had been the godsend she had been waiting for.

"Thank you Kala. Please, take this to my quarters and place it in my closet." She said, handing her the box. Her voice was flat and business like. Kala had been her servant for years and she knew that the girl would not try to peek at the contents of the box, she would do what she was told and go back to her duties.

"Yes ma'am." She said, bowing slightly before taking the heavy box out of the room. No one could know that the King was dead especially with the Prince off the planet. The scent of rebellion was strong on Vegetasei, the nobles were unhappy with the past two kings submissive nature when it came to Frieza. They were looking for a reason to overthrow the royal family and the King's death at the hands of Frieza was a perfect excuse.

She glanced in the mirror that hung above the mantle in the library. She stared herself down, her brown eyes becoming slow molasses once more as she pushed her rage into her stomach. Throwing her head and shoulders back, she walked proudly into the throne room.
She strode through the silent throne room, her heels resounding like a pebble in an oil drum. Awaiting her on the monitor by the throne, was the pallid image of Frieza. His eyes held a victorious gleam and he was antsy with anticipation of the Queen's reaction. Her burgundy dress whispered like a scream as she sat on the throne and turned to face him.

"Patara, I trust you received my package." He said, smirking, daring her to yell at him. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction, she didn't care what it took, and she was not going to lose her composure. Out of sight of the video monitor, blood trickled down her hands, drawn from her nails digging into her palms. She nodded.

"Wonderful. I do hope you enjoyed it, I put a lot of thought into it." She stared at him, refusing to answer. "Oh, you didn't like it." Frieza said with mock sadness in his voice. "Nothing to say? You little monkeys have no manners what so ever. First your husband storms into my ship attempts to take your pathetic little spawn back by force and then you don't even thank me for my wonderful present. I'll have to instill some manners into your son so he doesn't grow up to be as uncivilized as his parents are. If I don't kill him first that is." Patara's blood was thundering in her ears, her muscles were becoming tense. It was taking every ounce of will power she had not to reach through the screen for the little lizard's neck. Frieza's brotherly tone, which he had slipped into after his mock-sadness, snapped into murderous seriousness.

"Consider it a warning. You want the brat to live, mind your manners Patara. And don't make me say it again, I hate to repeat myself." With that, the screen went black. Patara stood up slowly; her knees quaking as blood ran down her shredded palms and splattered on the floor below.

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Bard ock couldn't sleep. The hours had slipped away from him like fragments of an early morning dream. He had three hours left before dawn and then the 30 years he had been alive would be over. It seemed like such a long time, 30 years. It had seemed like yesterday that it had been stretched out before him like an untread path begging for his footsteps. He remembered the times he had wished to be older or that time would speed up and shook his head. How foolish he'd been. He knew now that even if he had lived to be a hundred years old, it would never be enough time.

Sitting on the floor, he placed his chin on his knees. All in all it could have been worse. His life hadn't been too terrible. He'd fought in the army since he was born, gained a science degree along the way, even mated and produced two sons. Raditz and Kakarot, he wished they could have at least known about each other. As his eyes traced circles in the stone floor, he felt eyes upon him. He glanced up, seeing a pair of high heels through the gaps in the barred cell.

"I should have known." He grumbled, not bothering to look any higher, burgundy fabric brushing the tops of the shoes had given her away already.

"I thought you said you were psychic."

"It comes and it goes." He said, finally meeting the Queen's eyes. "What do you want? To see how us common folk live?" sarcasm and anger filled his words.

"Something like that." Patara replied. He continued to stare at her, her eyes melted chocolate and his glassy black marbles. Minutes passed as they fought a silent battle.

"Are you done? I feel like an animal on display." He said, finally breaking the silence that hung between them. She turned to leave, but hovered in the hallway.

"I believe you." She whispered.

"What?"

"You heard me," she said, getting closer to the bars. "About Frieza."

"Sure you do. Isn't it enough that you've signed my death warrant? Was it really necessary to come here and mock me too? I get enough of that from the other prisoners" he growled, turning his back to her.

"I'm serious Bardock. I believe you."

"You know I always heard that the royal family was a bunch of cruel, cold hearted assholes. Come to find out those rumors are true. No wonder you fuckers get along so well with Frieza."

"Watch your tongue Bardock," Patara growled at him in a whisper.

"You're going to have me killed in a few hours anyway. What are you going to do? Kill me twice?" his anger was blocking out the vision he had a few moments before her arrival. He wasn't allowing himself to remember that the visions had predicted her as his ally. She reached through the bars of the cell and grabbed his shirt collar. Pulling him against the bars, he struggled to free himself. It was useless. She was an elite solider.

"No. But if you continue your foolish tirade and continue to ignore what I have just told you, I will personally see to it that your genitals are ripped from your body and fed to you before you are hung. Do we understand each other?" He glared at her, but the glare faltered at her threat. "Any other words for me, Major?" he shook his head and she dropped him. "Now. As I said before, I believe you."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Then you've got to help me! We can't just stand by and let this happen!"

"What do you have in mind?" she asked. He grinned slyly at her