Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Hope Reborn ❯ Chapter 10
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Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.15.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 444 | 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: 2 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 444 | Status: Work In Progress
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Hope Reborn
Chapter 10
Written by: Lady Valtaya
The room that the strange looking little black man had led them into was simple, but functional in its floor plan, Patara noted. There were two beds, two chairs at the small kitchen table, but only one bathroom and shower. The pantry seemed well stocked and the whole thing was spotlessly neat and clean, as if everything had just been dusted moments before the door had been opened for them. She nodded approvingly; heading out into the larger training area, not concerned that Bardock was still outside, talking to his son.
She gasped as she stepped out into the vast expanse of white though. She had been able to tell through the opening to the outer area, that the training area would be large, but it looked as if what Mr. Popo and Kakarrot had told them was true. It really looked like it was infinite. She had thought they meant it was big... but this... it was unbelievable. She had no idea how long she had stood there either, looking into the void before it dawned on her that the sand in the hourglass beside her was making the only sound she could hear... Bardock must be inside now too, and they were wasting time.
Everything that had happened was still strong on her mind though, especially the shock of seeing her son again. He was a handsome young man, like his father had been, but she sighed sadly. The strongest and most powerful Saiyan alive, her husband was tireless and an excellent lover, but her interest in him was brief, though it had been intense for a while. That was before she had learned that really being queen made her a glorified broodmare, though. Her role was simple. She was expected to provide him with an heir, look beautiful sitting on the throne beside him at functions of state where their presence was required and to reserve her body for him, while he had his choice of beautiful women- Saiyans as well as imported concubines. Patara sighed, she still remembered the day she had told the king that she was pregnant that first time and he had smirked, but barely even bothered to nod as he left her chambers and gone in the direction of his harem. She had never been so humiliated, but it had been more of the same each time she conceived until she wasn't sure which hurt more, being turned down in favor of some nameless whore or the nights that she was required to sleep with her husband to fulfill her obligations... Still, as her thoughts returned to her son, she knew she was smiling, because her son was worth it.
The prince had been gifted with rare intelligence; even as a baby it seemed she had seen the cunning in those impossibly dark eyes. Though he was physically short for a Saiyan, he had still been extraordinarily powerful, because he was exceptionally well proportioned and it gave him natural grace and balance. She remembered the determination and pride that showed clearly in his carriage and stance as well as the cunning and fire reflected in his eyes. After all the years that her son must have spent under the tyrant's heel in this dimension, he had managed to hold onto his spirit, his will to fight, to be the best, it was amazing and yet somehow she wasn't surprised.
There had always been a peculiar darkness lurking in that gaze of his, something that seemed to burn just behind his eyes that made Vegeta different from other children. It was a fire that no one had ever seen before in anyone so young- even Frieza had frequently commented on it. Yes, the bastard had noticed at once the aloof yet perceptive cunning in the cold, knowing stare of the young Prince's bottomless dark eyes. It was also strange that the prince had been a fairly quiet child, not really given to temper tantrums or running around and rough-housing; he seemed to know instinctively how to behave as royalty, which was a good thing since he would have been impossible for their servants and even their bodyguards to look after if he had been more given to mischief. It was only during his hours in the training room that the darkness inside of the boy seemed to manifest itself. Just as she had foreseen, her son was unusually intelligent and powerful, the only thing that had been a surprise was his vicious streak and complete lack of fear. She had been horrified to see their son kill an elite soldier who had been sparring with him when he was five, while the king had smiled slightly. Obviously he had been pleased with not only the boy's progress but his brutality. Patara shivered, her son still had the look of a ruthless killer she only hoped that he had learned a sense of honor to temper it. Being one of Frieza's minions for most of his life, she wasn't surprised by how coldly her adult son had greeted her; it just wasn't fair, she had come all this way to try to save him in her own time. It simply hadn't even occurred to her that he might still be alive in this time... She had assumed that since her son was not the one that destroyed Frieza in this dimension that he would be dead- betrayed and killed by Frieza on some nameless planet long ago before the prince could get strong enough to challenge his power.
**
Bardock walked slowly through the living quarters of the room where he would be spending the next two years with barely a shrug. His mind was occupied with a million questions that were still swirling around in his mind, making him feel as if he were trapped in a haze of fog. Although at least part of his visions were beginning to make sense, it was still hard to believe that they were real. It was even harder to believe that his son had destroyed Frieza by becoming the legendary. The royal line was the closest link to the last Super Saiyan, so naturally everyone had assumed it would be the Prince that would have been the one to ascend. He remembered the way that Kakarrot had assured them that Vegeta would also accomplish the impossible, making it to the legendary status and he shivered- his son had not been patronizing the queen with those words either- he meant them.
Two Super Saiyans? The thought was mind boggling, but his son's eyes and his voice were so certain. Kakarrot really believed it and he wasn't afraid of the eventuality that the Prince would be aiming for revenge either. According to his visions, and everything he had heard about the young prince in their time and in this one, Prince Vegeta was a great warrior and a strategist of rare cunning, it was lucky for his son that the Prince had badly underestimated him in their first encounter. Anyone that had survived being raised by Frieza had to be ruthless. So was his son really being wise? Being willing to trust someone like Prince Vegeta with that kind of power? Bardock sighed, he had seen his son's eyes when he had told them that he too would become a Super Saiyan, obviously Kakarrot admired Vegeta for his skill and determination, so perhaps he also sensed that the Prince could be trusted or perhaps he believed that his own power would allow him to defeat the prince in their next battle as well. But either way, it wasn't very Saiyan to take such chances with the enemy.
Bardock had seen the eyes of the prince when he had had that brief conversation with his mother when they met, if she hadn't been able to prove her identity, he would have attacked, intent on killing them. That was how Saiyans were supposed to be, and yet he didn't think his original assessment of Kakarrot was wrong. He remembered how calmly and confidently his son had arrived on the battlefield, the proud, intimidating stance and his determination, yes, his son's actions outside of the battlefield were a little confusing and very naive, but there was no doubt in the scarred Saiyan's mind that Kakarrot was a true Saiyan...
Bardock's thoughts were still leading him in circles as that feeling of being trapped in a dream overtook him once again. At first he tried to fight it, feeling confused for he seemed to be lying down and the room was unfamiliar and quite dark. He felt something warm and soft against his chest. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he looked around and saw that the woman lying beside him wasn't Celera, the woman who had given him two sons- it was their queen! He tried to shake his head, but the vision was not over and it would not relinquish control until it was ready. They were naked beneath the sheets; he could feel the softness of her creamy skin against his and smell the scent of her hair. She looked peaceful as she slept and he could feel the sleek fur of her tail wrapped around his thigh.
The queen stirred in her sleep. She moved over slightly, letting her head roll to the side. There was no mark of possession upon her neck, and Bardock shook his head wondering why the King wouldn't want the exquisitely beautiful woman he had married... She was purring as she rolled over to look at him. Patara smiled sleepily, looking mischievous and catlike as she slowly let her tail unwind itself from his leg. The speed with which she pounced left him startled as the queen captured his lips with hers. She was straddling his hips, and kissing him passionately. Bardock heard himself groan as he wrapped his arms around her, pressing her body tightly against his own, deepening the kiss. Instinct kept his rational mind unable to do more than react to her touch, even as the shock of the queen's sudden attack began to wear off and desire began to take over. Her skin was soft, firm and very warm, and he could not remember the last time he had been with a woman. He slipped his fingers down her back, and began stroking her tail, admiring the sleek fur and its graceful curling as he continued to pet her. She shuddered, breaking the kiss for an instant, but just as suddenly he kissed her again, and he knew he was purring as she began to moan, her body writhing against his.
Bardock could feel how wet she was getting, but he continued to slowly and gently caress her long beautiful tail, and kiss her lips. She was trembling in his arms, her hips moving desperately against his body, in an effort to coax him into her. "Please..." She moaned between kisses. "I need you."
He growled, slipping two fingers inside of her, damn she was tight- and wet. She tipped her head back, obviously wanting more. Again he could only wonder why the King didn't want her. How long had it been since she had been touched? But that only made him more certain that she wasn't ready, he withdrew his fingers and she moaned in obvious disappointment. He twisted and rolled over putting her on her back with a smirk and leaned down to kiss her. Her tail lashed about across the sheets restlessly but as he playfully nipped her ear, she tipped her head back. He growled, suddenly feeling as if there was more to him taking her than her than it having been a while since he'd had a lover. More than anything he had ever wanted before, he longed to bite that sleek neck she was offering. He wanted to taste her everywhere, wanted her moaning his name over and over as he took her as his mate...
As suddenly as the vision had started, he found himself lying on the floor next to a bed, staring up at the ceiling. He growled savagely, forcing himself to sit up. His heart was pounding in his chest and he was suddenly in desperate need of the longest and probably the coldest shower he had ever needed in his life. He remembered how beautiful she was, the way her body had felt in his arms and the burning passion of her kisses. He shuddered, determined to push her out of his mind. There were a million reasons why it would never happen, but it wad been so real... He could still feel her kisses burning on his lips, and he-
Destroying Frieza was more important than fantasizing about the one woman he couldn't possibly have. That was why they were here. To train. But how were they going to get any training done when all he could think of at the moment was tearing off her bodysuit and- Damn it, this wasn't helping his massive erection. Think about something else, he growled at himself. Think about revenge, but thoughts of his team only made him remember Fasha and Celera.
He had known beautiful women before, but there was something very different about Patara. Even Celera, who he had been love mated with for more than eight years was no comparison. They had had two children, and she had been a good looking woman, but she was a true warrior, for she had never been willing to give him her throat because she didn't want to be bonded and risk loosing her mate and her life in a battle she was not going to be a part of, since they were not on the same purge team. Shortly after she had had Kakarrot put in one of the growth tanks, she'd gone out on assignment again, and he found out that she had been killed, along with the rest of her team.
He smirked, Celera had been a woman of rare power, she was her team's leader, and her men followed her orders without question, fearing both her words and her strength if they refused. She had been attracted to him for his looks and never seemed to care that he was only third class, but those few warriors that had chosen to comment to her about their fun had been thrashed quite soundly. He smirked, she wasn't much stronger than he was, even then, but he was too low in rank to mate with her even casually, so the two of them would have been in quite a bit of trouble if they had ever been on their home world for their meetings and he knew that Celera had still taken a lot of crap for "slumming" as the other elites called it when they slept with Saiyans of lower classes. Hers had been a powerful elite team and the first of the Saiyan teams to earn direct orders from Frieza and suddenly he shivered. Had Celera's team been betrayed and killed as his had been? He growled wishing that he had gotten this strange power in time to know for sure.
Patara was a lot like Celera had been, powerful, beautiful and arrogant. He had never seen Patara fight, but he knew she was strong. She married the king with a known power level of about five thousand. But from their little encounter in the prison, he knew she was much stronger than that now. Obviously she was still training. When he had first seen her sitting on the throne, the day he had been brought to the palace for sentencing, he'd been almost afraid to look at her, she was the queen of his people. But he couldn't shake the feeling that he knew her from somewhere, which was impossible since she was their queen. Almost like a dream or one of his visions, there was something in her eyes during their intense stare down that suggested she felt it too, but just as suddenly it had disappeared as they had talked and she had given him a death sentence...
Her beauty was well known, and yet she had been chosen to participate in the tournament for the female throne, because of her strength and because her family also had particularly strong ties to the Super Saiyans of the last thousand years. Like the royal family itself, her pedigree traced back in an unbroken male line from her father to the one of the last Super Saiyans. He snorted. Bardock had been off planet on one mission or another when the tournament and King's wedding had taken place, almost seven years ago but he remembered that people had often spoken of the new queen for months afterward, remarking on everything from her impressive victories over the other candidates to her family line and her beauty. Honestly he never thought he would meet her or even actually see her or the king in person and he hadn't ever cared.
He didn't mind being third class, after all, with all the missions he'd been on, he was not only stronger than most of the elites, but the royal guards as well... it was a secret that he had kept for quite a while. Hell, the king himself was known to have a power level of 15,000, and Bardock knew that he was at least 10,000 because of that mission to Conassa, and since then he had had the crap beaten out of him by Dodoria he didn't dare try to put a number on the increase to his power after all, he still had the bruises to tell him that he wasn't fully healed from that yet. He still remembered when he had arrived on Meat to find his team slaughtered and Dodoria standing over their bodies waiting for him. And since then, all that mattered was saving his race from sharing the same fate as so many other planets before them. When he looked into Patara's eyes he knew he had found an ally with same sense of purpose. She was a strong woman, he didn't doubt her resolve or intelligence but how powerful could a woman really get?
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Hope Reborn
Chapter 10
Written by: Lady Valtaya
The room that the strange looking little black man had led them into was simple, but functional in its floor plan, Patara noted. There were two beds, two chairs at the small kitchen table, but only one bathroom and shower. The pantry seemed well stocked and the whole thing was spotlessly neat and clean, as if everything had just been dusted moments before the door had been opened for them. She nodded approvingly; heading out into the larger training area, not concerned that Bardock was still outside, talking to his son.
She gasped as she stepped out into the vast expanse of white though. She had been able to tell through the opening to the outer area, that the training area would be large, but it looked as if what Mr. Popo and Kakarrot had told them was true. It really looked like it was infinite. She had thought they meant it was big... but this... it was unbelievable. She had no idea how long she had stood there either, looking into the void before it dawned on her that the sand in the hourglass beside her was making the only sound she could hear... Bardock must be inside now too, and they were wasting time.
Everything that had happened was still strong on her mind though, especially the shock of seeing her son again. He was a handsome young man, like his father had been, but she sighed sadly. The strongest and most powerful Saiyan alive, her husband was tireless and an excellent lover, but her interest in him was brief, though it had been intense for a while. That was before she had learned that really being queen made her a glorified broodmare, though. Her role was simple. She was expected to provide him with an heir, look beautiful sitting on the throne beside him at functions of state where their presence was required and to reserve her body for him, while he had his choice of beautiful women- Saiyans as well as imported concubines. Patara sighed, she still remembered the day she had told the king that she was pregnant that first time and he had smirked, but barely even bothered to nod as he left her chambers and gone in the direction of his harem. She had never been so humiliated, but it had been more of the same each time she conceived until she wasn't sure which hurt more, being turned down in favor of some nameless whore or the nights that she was required to sleep with her husband to fulfill her obligations... Still, as her thoughts returned to her son, she knew she was smiling, because her son was worth it.
The prince had been gifted with rare intelligence; even as a baby it seemed she had seen the cunning in those impossibly dark eyes. Though he was physically short for a Saiyan, he had still been extraordinarily powerful, because he was exceptionally well proportioned and it gave him natural grace and balance. She remembered the determination and pride that showed clearly in his carriage and stance as well as the cunning and fire reflected in his eyes. After all the years that her son must have spent under the tyrant's heel in this dimension, he had managed to hold onto his spirit, his will to fight, to be the best, it was amazing and yet somehow she wasn't surprised.
There had always been a peculiar darkness lurking in that gaze of his, something that seemed to burn just behind his eyes that made Vegeta different from other children. It was a fire that no one had ever seen before in anyone so young- even Frieza had frequently commented on it. Yes, the bastard had noticed at once the aloof yet perceptive cunning in the cold, knowing stare of the young Prince's bottomless dark eyes. It was also strange that the prince had been a fairly quiet child, not really given to temper tantrums or running around and rough-housing; he seemed to know instinctively how to behave as royalty, which was a good thing since he would have been impossible for their servants and even their bodyguards to look after if he had been more given to mischief. It was only during his hours in the training room that the darkness inside of the boy seemed to manifest itself. Just as she had foreseen, her son was unusually intelligent and powerful, the only thing that had been a surprise was his vicious streak and complete lack of fear. She had been horrified to see their son kill an elite soldier who had been sparring with him when he was five, while the king had smiled slightly. Obviously he had been pleased with not only the boy's progress but his brutality. Patara shivered, her son still had the look of a ruthless killer she only hoped that he had learned a sense of honor to temper it. Being one of Frieza's minions for most of his life, she wasn't surprised by how coldly her adult son had greeted her; it just wasn't fair, she had come all this way to try to save him in her own time. It simply hadn't even occurred to her that he might still be alive in this time... She had assumed that since her son was not the one that destroyed Frieza in this dimension that he would be dead- betrayed and killed by Frieza on some nameless planet long ago before the prince could get strong enough to challenge his power.
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Bardock walked slowly through the living quarters of the room where he would be spending the next two years with barely a shrug. His mind was occupied with a million questions that were still swirling around in his mind, making him feel as if he were trapped in a haze of fog. Although at least part of his visions were beginning to make sense, it was still hard to believe that they were real. It was even harder to believe that his son had destroyed Frieza by becoming the legendary. The royal line was the closest link to the last Super Saiyan, so naturally everyone had assumed it would be the Prince that would have been the one to ascend. He remembered the way that Kakarrot had assured them that Vegeta would also accomplish the impossible, making it to the legendary status and he shivered- his son had not been patronizing the queen with those words either- he meant them.
Two Super Saiyans? The thought was mind boggling, but his son's eyes and his voice were so certain. Kakarrot really believed it and he wasn't afraid of the eventuality that the Prince would be aiming for revenge either. According to his visions, and everything he had heard about the young prince in their time and in this one, Prince Vegeta was a great warrior and a strategist of rare cunning, it was lucky for his son that the Prince had badly underestimated him in their first encounter. Anyone that had survived being raised by Frieza had to be ruthless. So was his son really being wise? Being willing to trust someone like Prince Vegeta with that kind of power? Bardock sighed, he had seen his son's eyes when he had told them that he too would become a Super Saiyan, obviously Kakarrot admired Vegeta for his skill and determination, so perhaps he also sensed that the Prince could be trusted or perhaps he believed that his own power would allow him to defeat the prince in their next battle as well. But either way, it wasn't very Saiyan to take such chances with the enemy.
Bardock had seen the eyes of the prince when he had had that brief conversation with his mother when they met, if she hadn't been able to prove her identity, he would have attacked, intent on killing them. That was how Saiyans were supposed to be, and yet he didn't think his original assessment of Kakarrot was wrong. He remembered how calmly and confidently his son had arrived on the battlefield, the proud, intimidating stance and his determination, yes, his son's actions outside of the battlefield were a little confusing and very naive, but there was no doubt in the scarred Saiyan's mind that Kakarrot was a true Saiyan...
Bardock's thoughts were still leading him in circles as that feeling of being trapped in a dream overtook him once again. At first he tried to fight it, feeling confused for he seemed to be lying down and the room was unfamiliar and quite dark. He felt something warm and soft against his chest. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he looked around and saw that the woman lying beside him wasn't Celera, the woman who had given him two sons- it was their queen! He tried to shake his head, but the vision was not over and it would not relinquish control until it was ready. They were naked beneath the sheets; he could feel the softness of her creamy skin against his and smell the scent of her hair. She looked peaceful as she slept and he could feel the sleek fur of her tail wrapped around his thigh.
The queen stirred in her sleep. She moved over slightly, letting her head roll to the side. There was no mark of possession upon her neck, and Bardock shook his head wondering why the King wouldn't want the exquisitely beautiful woman he had married... She was purring as she rolled over to look at him. Patara smiled sleepily, looking mischievous and catlike as she slowly let her tail unwind itself from his leg. The speed with which she pounced left him startled as the queen captured his lips with hers. She was straddling his hips, and kissing him passionately. Bardock heard himself groan as he wrapped his arms around her, pressing her body tightly against his own, deepening the kiss. Instinct kept his rational mind unable to do more than react to her touch, even as the shock of the queen's sudden attack began to wear off and desire began to take over. Her skin was soft, firm and very warm, and he could not remember the last time he had been with a woman. He slipped his fingers down her back, and began stroking her tail, admiring the sleek fur and its graceful curling as he continued to pet her. She shuddered, breaking the kiss for an instant, but just as suddenly he kissed her again, and he knew he was purring as she began to moan, her body writhing against his.
Bardock could feel how wet she was getting, but he continued to slowly and gently caress her long beautiful tail, and kiss her lips. She was trembling in his arms, her hips moving desperately against his body, in an effort to coax him into her. "Please..." She moaned between kisses. "I need you."
He growled, slipping two fingers inside of her, damn she was tight- and wet. She tipped her head back, obviously wanting more. Again he could only wonder why the King didn't want her. How long had it been since she had been touched? But that only made him more certain that she wasn't ready, he withdrew his fingers and she moaned in obvious disappointment. He twisted and rolled over putting her on her back with a smirk and leaned down to kiss her. Her tail lashed about across the sheets restlessly but as he playfully nipped her ear, she tipped her head back. He growled, suddenly feeling as if there was more to him taking her than her than it having been a while since he'd had a lover. More than anything he had ever wanted before, he longed to bite that sleek neck she was offering. He wanted to taste her everywhere, wanted her moaning his name over and over as he took her as his mate...
As suddenly as the vision had started, he found himself lying on the floor next to a bed, staring up at the ceiling. He growled savagely, forcing himself to sit up. His heart was pounding in his chest and he was suddenly in desperate need of the longest and probably the coldest shower he had ever needed in his life. He remembered how beautiful she was, the way her body had felt in his arms and the burning passion of her kisses. He shuddered, determined to push her out of his mind. There were a million reasons why it would never happen, but it wad been so real... He could still feel her kisses burning on his lips, and he-
Destroying Frieza was more important than fantasizing about the one woman he couldn't possibly have. That was why they were here. To train. But how were they going to get any training done when all he could think of at the moment was tearing off her bodysuit and- Damn it, this wasn't helping his massive erection. Think about something else, he growled at himself. Think about revenge, but thoughts of his team only made him remember Fasha and Celera.
He had known beautiful women before, but there was something very different about Patara. Even Celera, who he had been love mated with for more than eight years was no comparison. They had had two children, and she had been a good looking woman, but she was a true warrior, for she had never been willing to give him her throat because she didn't want to be bonded and risk loosing her mate and her life in a battle she was not going to be a part of, since they were not on the same purge team. Shortly after she had had Kakarrot put in one of the growth tanks, she'd gone out on assignment again, and he found out that she had been killed, along with the rest of her team.
He smirked, Celera had been a woman of rare power, she was her team's leader, and her men followed her orders without question, fearing both her words and her strength if they refused. She had been attracted to him for his looks and never seemed to care that he was only third class, but those few warriors that had chosen to comment to her about their fun had been thrashed quite soundly. He smirked, she wasn't much stronger than he was, even then, but he was too low in rank to mate with her even casually, so the two of them would have been in quite a bit of trouble if they had ever been on their home world for their meetings and he knew that Celera had still taken a lot of crap for "slumming" as the other elites called it when they slept with Saiyans of lower classes. Hers had been a powerful elite team and the first of the Saiyan teams to earn direct orders from Frieza and suddenly he shivered. Had Celera's team been betrayed and killed as his had been? He growled wishing that he had gotten this strange power in time to know for sure.
Patara was a lot like Celera had been, powerful, beautiful and arrogant. He had never seen Patara fight, but he knew she was strong. She married the king with a known power level of about five thousand. But from their little encounter in the prison, he knew she was much stronger than that now. Obviously she was still training. When he had first seen her sitting on the throne, the day he had been brought to the palace for sentencing, he'd been almost afraid to look at her, she was the queen of his people. But he couldn't shake the feeling that he knew her from somewhere, which was impossible since she was their queen. Almost like a dream or one of his visions, there was something in her eyes during their intense stare down that suggested she felt it too, but just as suddenly it had disappeared as they had talked and she had given him a death sentence...
Her beauty was well known, and yet she had been chosen to participate in the tournament for the female throne, because of her strength and because her family also had particularly strong ties to the Super Saiyans of the last thousand years. Like the royal family itself, her pedigree traced back in an unbroken male line from her father to the one of the last Super Saiyans. He snorted. Bardock had been off planet on one mission or another when the tournament and King's wedding had taken place, almost seven years ago but he remembered that people had often spoken of the new queen for months afterward, remarking on everything from her impressive victories over the other candidates to her family line and her beauty. Honestly he never thought he would meet her or even actually see her or the king in person and he hadn't ever cared.
He didn't mind being third class, after all, with all the missions he'd been on, he was not only stronger than most of the elites, but the royal guards as well... it was a secret that he had kept for quite a while. Hell, the king himself was known to have a power level of 15,000, and Bardock knew that he was at least 10,000 because of that mission to Conassa, and since then he had had the crap beaten out of him by Dodoria he didn't dare try to put a number on the increase to his power after all, he still had the bruises to tell him that he wasn't fully healed from that yet. He still remembered when he had arrived on Meat to find his team slaughtered and Dodoria standing over their bodies waiting for him. And since then, all that mattered was saving his race from sharing the same fate as so many other planets before them. When he looked into Patara's eyes he knew he had found an ally with same sense of purpose. She was a strong woman, he didn't doubt her resolve or intelligence but how powerful could a woman really get?
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