Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Hope Reborn ❯ Chapter 5
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By: Severina 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.15.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 466 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.15.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 466 | Status: Work In Progress
disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. We all know it. And i'm not making any money off this either.
Chapter 5
Written By: Severina
The figures came closer to the two Saiyans, the dawn illuminating their silhouettes against the sky. Patara glanced at her companion.
"Bardock, are you sure you're right about this? There is no way there could still be people alive on this planet if Kakarot was sent here. He would have purged it."
"I don't know, it doesn't make any sense," he said, looking around at the scenery. The planet looked nothing like what he had seen in his vision of Kakarot fighting Frieza. What if he was delusional? What if this trip to the future was nothing but his battle-worn mind distorting his perception of reality? What if he was still in the regeneration tank, or worse, still in jail waiting to be executed? The thoughts wrapped around his brain like a vice. But he refused to entertain any of them for longer than a few seconds. Deep in his chest there was something telling him that this was reality, that the visions were real and that was right, even if it was different than his visions.
Patara was getting a little nervous. The fighters that were coming toward her had average power levels, she was confident that she could destroy them. But she was nervous because everything she thought to be true was wrong. There were more fighters than there should have been Bardock had only mentioned his son being on this planet. What was going on?
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The Z fighters flew towards the two lone warriors in the distance. Goku had told them to keep their power levels suppressed until they knew what they were dealing with. He didn't want to admit it in front of the other fighters, but he was worried. What if everything Trunks had told him had come true much earlier than he had said it would?
It had only been a few weeks since the mysterious purple-haired boy had arrived to give him bleak news of the future. The boy had been so passionate about wanting things to change, about Goku being able to help in the battle against the androids and especially about keeping quiet about his parents. Now there were two unidentified figures waiting for him, neither one had a ki he couldn't handle but he didn't know if they were suppressing their levels as well. These could be the androids Trunks had been fighting his entire life. If they were, the Z fighters hadn't had enough time to train and they would all die in the battle like Trunks predicted. And if that happened, then the boy would never even be born, because Vegeta would die before he and Bulma found each other. At that thought Goku felt as though he had failed the young Super Saiyan.
He didn't have time to think about Trunks any longer as he landed 20 feet from the the two warriors. One of them was a beautiful woman who was not much older than himself. From her graceful yet powerful stance, he felt as though he knew her, but he couldn't place from where. The man standing next to her was an exact replica of himself and Turles, except with a scarred face. The two fighters scouters blipped and beeped as it sorted out power levels, the only sound on that temperate morning. As the sun crested over the hills and the first rays of light spilled into the valley, he caught sight of the last thing he expected to see that morning. Both the people had tails wrapped around their waists.
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The man descended quickly, landing a little bit away from them. The spiked hair and broad shoulders were a dead give away, this man looked exactly like Bardock. But he didn't have a tail.
::What is going on?:: Patara wondered, resisting the urge to look at her companion as he laid eyes on his grown son for the first time.
Bardock was keeping his jaw clenched as he stared at the man. He was the man in the visions, down to the orange fighting gi with the strange symbol. It had to be Kakarot, he was a mirror image of himself without the scars. He was tall and strong, he stood with the determination of a warrior, the lowered head and the sharp, watchful eyes that characterized generations of his ancestry. He stood silently, looking intimidating without trying; he was a powerful and determined man. Pride swelled in Bardock's chest as he looked at his son. In all his wildest dreams had he never dreamed that his son could be this awe-inspiring. He had lived up to the name Saiyan.
The other fighters descended slowly around Kakarot, obviously waiting for the first word or first move from him. He was their leader, that much was obvious. Bardock's pride went up another notch. If Vegetasei was still in existence he knew that his son would be a legendary in the army, inspiring tales and colorful tapestries of stories to be woven about him. He inwardly smiled. Of course it was his son who had found Frieza's weakness, no one else could have done it. He couldn't wait to learn it from him.
His elation was short lived as he saw two more fighters descend onto the field. They stood apart from the rest of the group, and apart from each other. One of them looked like a Namek. Bardock studied him for a second. He couldn't believe there was a Namek in this part of the universe.
::How did he get here?:: he wondered before looking at the other figure, the one that stood farther away. He was hard to see, even for his Saiyan eyes and the sun made it impossible to make out his face from his distance. But flame-like hair stood proud, defying the morning sun and casting a long shadow onto the ground before him. ::Is that...who I think it is? It can't be!::
Patara watched the Namek land slowly, followed by another fighter in dark blue Saiyan armor. Her heart clenched in her chest as she caught sight of the familiar hair and proud stance.
::But my husband's dead! I saw his severed head with my own eyes! What is he doing here?:: she thought. And then her eyes widened with a realization. ::Oh gods...of course! That's not my husband...that's....:: she wondered how she could be so stupid. In the time she had come from, her son was six years old. It had never dawned on her that he could be a grown man, much less that he would be alive on this planet.
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Vegeta's face didn't flinch when he saw the woman standing on the battlefield. Inside however, his heart almost stopped.
::It can't be! I must be dreaming!:: he thought as he looked at her. He had tried to block the face from his memory for 24 years, block the strange sadness and overwhelming sense of loss he felt whenever he thought of her. He'd never admit it, even to himself, but there was an emptiness that he couldn't free himself from whenever he thought of her. ::This is impossible! She's dead! I saw it with my own eyes! Frieza...:: he stopped the train of thought. Now wasn't the time to relive the past, he had to focus.
Their eyes locked from across the battlefield. As they gazed at each other with a mixture of hatred, excitement and bewilderment, a soft breeze blew across the dusty field, sending clouds of fine powdery dirt into the clean air.
Chapter 5
Written By: Severina
The figures came closer to the two Saiyans, the dawn illuminating their silhouettes against the sky. Patara glanced at her companion.
"Bardock, are you sure you're right about this? There is no way there could still be people alive on this planet if Kakarot was sent here. He would have purged it."
"I don't know, it doesn't make any sense," he said, looking around at the scenery. The planet looked nothing like what he had seen in his vision of Kakarot fighting Frieza. What if he was delusional? What if this trip to the future was nothing but his battle-worn mind distorting his perception of reality? What if he was still in the regeneration tank, or worse, still in jail waiting to be executed? The thoughts wrapped around his brain like a vice. But he refused to entertain any of them for longer than a few seconds. Deep in his chest there was something telling him that this was reality, that the visions were real and that was right, even if it was different than his visions.
Patara was getting a little nervous. The fighters that were coming toward her had average power levels, she was confident that she could destroy them. But she was nervous because everything she thought to be true was wrong. There were more fighters than there should have been Bardock had only mentioned his son being on this planet. What was going on?
*****************
The Z fighters flew towards the two lone warriors in the distance. Goku had told them to keep their power levels suppressed until they knew what they were dealing with. He didn't want to admit it in front of the other fighters, but he was worried. What if everything Trunks had told him had come true much earlier than he had said it would?
It had only been a few weeks since the mysterious purple-haired boy had arrived to give him bleak news of the future. The boy had been so passionate about wanting things to change, about Goku being able to help in the battle against the androids and especially about keeping quiet about his parents. Now there were two unidentified figures waiting for him, neither one had a ki he couldn't handle but he didn't know if they were suppressing their levels as well. These could be the androids Trunks had been fighting his entire life. If they were, the Z fighters hadn't had enough time to train and they would all die in the battle like Trunks predicted. And if that happened, then the boy would never even be born, because Vegeta would die before he and Bulma found each other. At that thought Goku felt as though he had failed the young Super Saiyan.
He didn't have time to think about Trunks any longer as he landed 20 feet from the the two warriors. One of them was a beautiful woman who was not much older than himself. From her graceful yet powerful stance, he felt as though he knew her, but he couldn't place from where. The man standing next to her was an exact replica of himself and Turles, except with a scarred face. The two fighters scouters blipped and beeped as it sorted out power levels, the only sound on that temperate morning. As the sun crested over the hills and the first rays of light spilled into the valley, he caught sight of the last thing he expected to see that morning. Both the people had tails wrapped around their waists.
**************
The man descended quickly, landing a little bit away from them. The spiked hair and broad shoulders were a dead give away, this man looked exactly like Bardock. But he didn't have a tail.
::What is going on?:: Patara wondered, resisting the urge to look at her companion as he laid eyes on his grown son for the first time.
Bardock was keeping his jaw clenched as he stared at the man. He was the man in the visions, down to the orange fighting gi with the strange symbol. It had to be Kakarot, he was a mirror image of himself without the scars. He was tall and strong, he stood with the determination of a warrior, the lowered head and the sharp, watchful eyes that characterized generations of his ancestry. He stood silently, looking intimidating without trying; he was a powerful and determined man. Pride swelled in Bardock's chest as he looked at his son. In all his wildest dreams had he never dreamed that his son could be this awe-inspiring. He had lived up to the name Saiyan.
The other fighters descended slowly around Kakarot, obviously waiting for the first word or first move from him. He was their leader, that much was obvious. Bardock's pride went up another notch. If Vegetasei was still in existence he knew that his son would be a legendary in the army, inspiring tales and colorful tapestries of stories to be woven about him. He inwardly smiled. Of course it was his son who had found Frieza's weakness, no one else could have done it. He couldn't wait to learn it from him.
His elation was short lived as he saw two more fighters descend onto the field. They stood apart from the rest of the group, and apart from each other. One of them looked like a Namek. Bardock studied him for a second. He couldn't believe there was a Namek in this part of the universe.
::How did he get here?:: he wondered before looking at the other figure, the one that stood farther away. He was hard to see, even for his Saiyan eyes and the sun made it impossible to make out his face from his distance. But flame-like hair stood proud, defying the morning sun and casting a long shadow onto the ground before him. ::Is that...who I think it is? It can't be!::
Patara watched the Namek land slowly, followed by another fighter in dark blue Saiyan armor. Her heart clenched in her chest as she caught sight of the familiar hair and proud stance.
::But my husband's dead! I saw his severed head with my own eyes! What is he doing here?:: she thought. And then her eyes widened with a realization. ::Oh gods...of course! That's not my husband...that's....:: she wondered how she could be so stupid. In the time she had come from, her son was six years old. It had never dawned on her that he could be a grown man, much less that he would be alive on this planet.
***********************
Vegeta's face didn't flinch when he saw the woman standing on the battlefield. Inside however, his heart almost stopped.
::It can't be! I must be dreaming!:: he thought as he looked at her. He had tried to block the face from his memory for 24 years, block the strange sadness and overwhelming sense of loss he felt whenever he thought of her. He'd never admit it, even to himself, but there was an emptiness that he couldn't free himself from whenever he thought of her. ::This is impossible! She's dead! I saw it with my own eyes! Frieza...:: he stopped the train of thought. Now wasn't the time to relive the past, he had to focus.
Their eyes locked from across the battlefield. As they gazed at each other with a mixture of hatred, excitement and bewilderment, a soft breeze blew across the dusty field, sending clouds of fine powdery dirt into the clean air.