Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Hybrid ❯ Poor Kakarrot ( Chapter 8 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Ravenreux 
The 'poo' hits the fan and Kakarrot doesn't have any luck
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.08.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 538 | Status: Completed
The 'poo' hits the fan and Kakarrot doesn't have any luck
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.08.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 538 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ. Just think of all the money I'd have if I did... it'd be heavenly.
A/N: I want to warn you, in case gory stuff bothers you, that there are some unpleasent scenes coming up. I upped the rating to X because the story will be more violent and have more 'adult' themes later on.
Chapter 8
Vejitasei Bazaar
He hovered over the local marketplace, eyes keen on the movements below him as he watched them flit between the stands. The vendors didn't know who they were actually screaming at, and if they did, they'd probably drop dead from shock. Not to mention the impending death that be on their heads for such actions toward a monarch. The young Prince and his blue-haired friend methodically stopping at stands to do their dirty work. Occasionally they had to go back and find their third wheel, who was usually found stuffing his face at a grocery vendor. His amber eyes narrowed. It seemed that the trio had a knack for creating chaos in their wake...deliberately.
Once a Saiyan, always a Saiyan. That's what I always say. He crossed his arms and lowered himself to the rooftop of a building that was central in it's location in relation to the thoroughfare that the children were tranversing. He hadn't wanted to come here and follow them around, but in light of survival he'd held his reservations to himself. I should really be back at the palace watching Lord Frieza's back. There are many enemies on this planet that have formidable strengths, and if combined may be an actual threat. The thought made him sick to his stomach and he had to relax in order not to lose his composure. He'd already been tailing the Saiyan no Ouji for two days now and had relayed enough information to satisfy his master's needs.
He rested his forearms on the ledge that bordered the rooftop and watched his prey. Now all I need to do is wait for contact. He adjusted the scouter attached to his left ear, while he saw his target steal a pastry from a dessert vendor. The operator noticed him and the Prince swiftly deposited the tart into the hands of his unsuspecting cohort, while dashing around the corner into an alley with the girl. He smiled smugly. Just wait, monkey boy. Your buddies won't be around to help you out when I get my hands on you.
His scouter beeped and he tapped the call button. "Yes?"
A voice hissed out from the other end. "Do you have him in your sights?"
"Yes, Milord." Zarbon stepped up onto the ledge and followed it around to peer down into the alley. The two children were sitting across from each other, leaning against the corresponding buildings.
A sinister laugh resounded through the electronic device, warped into a strangled cackle. "Good. You know what to do then?"
Zarbon smiled maliciously. "Of course, Lord Frieza."
Nearby Alleyway
"I can't believe you did that to him." Bulma leaned heavily against the stone of the building while she stared over at the Prince.
He smirked. "You always say that and then join in. You're a hypocrite."
She grinned. "I guess I am." He remained standing while she sat, his back resting on the wall behind him. They'd been making their way through the market, when he'd shown up dressed much like she had been at the party the other night. At first she hadn't recognized him, but his attitude and hair were hard to miss. Glancing at the entrance to the street, she flicked her tail. "Do you think he'll make it?"
Vegeta shrugged. "Hard to tell. Either he'll just eat and run, or he'll stand there dumbly." He followed her gaze to watch the people bustle past. "I suspect the later though."
"Yeah, I think you're right." She reached down and tightened the straps on her boots while they waited for Kakarrot to show up. Bulma fidgeted for another minute or so before she stood up. "Alright, I don't think he's coming." She dusted off her pants. "I'm going to get him."
Vegeta snorted and closed his eyes. "Be my guest." He heard her start walking, and then felt a strange breeze blow past him. What the...? He opened his eyes and froze.
Bulma hadn't made it out of the alley. The reason why held her with an arm around her throat, choking her.
He leapt into a fighting stance and eyed the effeminate creature standing before him. "Put her down." His voice was a deadly whisper.
Zarbon chuckled as Bulma bucked in his grip, her face contorted with fury. "Oh no." He tightened his arm and her face became pained. "I don't think that's going to happen."
Vegeta growled. Nobody disobeys me! "Do it or I'll make you regret it."
"No one's listening to you now, monkey boy, so you'll just have deal with it." He grinned when the boy's body started to vibrate in rage. He took his free hand and brushed the back of it against the struggling girl's cheek. "A friend of mine wants to see her, and he doesn't feel like waiting."
The touch was more like a caress and Bulma's skin was crawling. Her stomach rolled in response to his softly spoken words. This isn't happening. She continued to fight, but he easy overpowered her. Clenching her eyes shut, she started to thrash with earnest. Kicking her legs, swinging her arms, she even tried decking him with her tail, but she couldn't even faze him. Not good. Searching wildly for a way out, she opened up her lungs and screamed.
The sound jolted both of the others in the alley. One clutched his ears, while the other clapped a hand over mouth after a second or two of shock. Zarbon make his grip cruelly tight and smiled when she went limp. Finally. Glancing back at the boy, he smirked when he saw him rubbing his sensitive ears. "Now that that's done, my master would like it very much if you would also come."
Vegeta dropped his arms across his chest and stilled at the whimsical words. "Why the hell would you think that I would actually go with you?"
Zarbon smiled in a way that unnerved him. "Because if you don't, she'll be dead before you could blink."
Meanwhile-
"I said I didn't take it. Why don't you believe me?"
The vendor scowled. "Because it was in your hand." He pointed to Kakarrot's hands covered with sugary substance. "Then, you ate it. That's why."
Kakarrot frowned. "I know you saw Prince Vegeta take it and put in my hand. He's the one you should be threatening."
I thought that boy looked familiar. The vendor shrugged. "What would come of that? My death?" He shook his head. "No, you took the tart."
Kakarrot sighed. He always does this to me. He knows I can't resist food. Some friend. "Alright. I took it."
"Great. Now come with me." He turned back around and started back for his stand. "You will have cleaning duty for today."
He groaned and started following, but a shrill scream filled the air. Confusion erupted in the marketplace, with people scrambling everywhere. The scream was suddenly gone and Kakarrot spied his escape. Time to go. Before the vendor could catch him, he dove behind the flaps of a nearby tent. He waited a few moments before peeking back out. The people had settled down and the vendor was angrily stomping toward his tent. Guess I won't be buying snacks there anymore. Glancing around, his eyes landed on the alleyway. That's where they went. Following where he'd seen his friends had escaped to, he darted past shoppers and ducked into the alley. Whew, home free.
He started making his way between crates of merchandise and bins of garbage, but his progress slowed when he saw a large green alien holding Bulma and threatening Vegeta. "What...?" Kakarrot clapped a hand over his mouth when he saw Bulma go limp and Vegeta's eyes burn with hatred. He slipped behind a crate and let out his breath. That was close. Peeking out from his crate, he watched and listened.
Back in the alley-
Vegeta hid his temper well. He knew Bulma was a strong girl and if she was struggling to get away from him, then he didn't stand a chance in a one on one contest. Not that that's ever stopped me before. He coiled like a spring and prepared to launch himself at the grinning green fool.
"Wait!" The voice was urgent inside his head and he hesitated.
Zarbon's foot lashed out and connected with his jaw sharply. "I don't think so."
Vegeta was sent sailing backward, landing roughly on his back as he slid. He was standing before he came to a complete stop and stalked back over to them. His eyes weren't trained on his assaulter, but on the girl grimacing painfully in his grip. He halted and crossed his arms. "You better have a good reason for that."
Bulma attempted to roll her eyes, but it hurt too much. "Come on Geta, you know as well as I do that you won't be able to anything to him. Stop acting all macho and use that severely under-appreciated brain of yours. If you cooperate, I'll be able to get loose when he drops his guard."
"He's a soldier in Frieza's army. He won't drop his guard around a Saiyan." His eyes slid shut in frustration.
She felt like screaming again. "I need you to trust me, Vegeta." She couldn't believe she was actually pleading with him, but her pride would have to be salvaged later. "Please, this can't just be about me. Frieza's had it out for our entire race since he got here and know that this is just the beginning. I know you believe me, I can see it in your eyes. You can't hide it from me."
He noticed she had said 'our' race. "Fine! Stop your whining." His lip lifted as if to snarl, but he turned his hard eyes to Zarbon. "I'll go."
Zarbon eyed him warily for a moment. That was easier than I thought. He had noticed the prolonged silence and had attributed it to fear, but the look in the boy's eyes was anything but fearful. Maybe too easy. Shrugging it off, he grinned. "Follow me."
Vegeta took to the air after the mutant had lifted off, but not without noticing Kakarrot standing wide-eyed in the alley. He sought out his confused mind. "Listen to me, Kakarrot. Go find Bardock, tell him what you saw and that I said that Frieza's making his move. Hurry, what ever they're planning is happening soon!" He turned and caught up with Zarbon before he could notice his lapse.
On the ground-
Vegeta's words rooted him to the ground. This is really bad. Shaking off his shock, he ran out of the alley and blasted into the sky. Shouted curses followed him up from the ground, but he didn't notice. His Prince had given him an order and he wasn't about to fail. "I have to find Otousan!"
He increased his speed to his maximum and latched onto Bardock's ki signature. It was at home. Kakarrot grinned. He's in his lab! He banked in the air to turn back towards their little house on the hill. The woodlands melded together into a brown and green blur as he sped through the air. Light glinted off the roof as he neared, and he dove. Hitting the ground at a run, he dashed through the front door and blazed his way through the halls. His lab is in the basement. He hardly ever went down there with his Tousan and had to think about where the door was. Oh yeah, the blue door down the hall from Dr. Briefs room.
Grinning stupidly, he turned the right corners and lowered his shoulder to smash right through the door.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Raditz bellowed from the nearest computer station.
Bardock strided over, his face angry, and grabbed the back of his shirt. "Please explain why you smashed through the door of my lab."
Kakarrot opened his mouth, but his thoughts were too jumbled to form words in his mouth. "I...Vegeta said...took Bulma...Frieza's move...I-" He clamped his mouth shut and breathed.
Bardock's brow furrowed. "Okay, why don't you just calm down and I'll find out for myself?"
His son nodded and closed his eyes. He laid his hand on Kakarrot's head and his own eyes slid shut. Images of the bazaar flashed by quickly, followed by the ones with the stand vendor. The boy's mind slowed and focused explicitly on the memories coming forth, making them crystal clear. Bardock saw Zarbon choking Bulma, Vegeta retaliate and the subsequent kick, and finally the trio taking off toward the palace. His son's mind was still so scrambled that the dialogue was missing. He opened his eyes and removed his hand. "What did Zarbon say?"
Kakarrot blinked his cloudy eyes clear. "He said something about taking Bulma to his master and that Vegeta should come." His balled hands reached up to rub his eyes. "If Vegeta didn't go quietly, then he'd kill Bulma."
Bardock cursed. Of course, they pick the one person that he actually might care about. "What else?"
"Vegeta went to attack, but didn't and the green guy kicked him. Then he just got up and stood there for awhile staring." His head was starting to clear. "Then they left and Vegeta told me to tell you that Frieza's making his move."
Raditz, who'd been listening, frowned. "I know why he was just staring. Bulma was probably talking to him." He tapped his temple. "So Zarbon couldn't hear."
Bardock nodded in agreement. "Yes, and now they're headed toward Frieza right now."
He fell silent for a moment and his sons waited nervously. Raditz took a step towards him. "Tousan?"
Breaking out of his trance, Bardock turned and ran over to a door to a neighboring lab. Just as the door slid open, an explosion sent him flying backward as half of his house was decimated. Debris went flying into the lab as dozens of alarms went off. Pain lasered up his spine as he hefted a secton of the wall off his legs and sat up. Blood burned in his eyes and he reached up and felt a gash along his hair line. Squinting, he turned his gaze to the remains of the outer lab. "Kuso!" Ignoring the pain, he got to his feet and stumbled to what was left of the door he'd been trying to open.
Flames blazed from various areas of the lab and only a two of the four walls remained standing. The roof had been obliterated. His trained eye surveyed the damage, scorch marks marring the floor, and he knew in his gut that this wasn't just some lab 'accident'. That and the lack of body. Trunks is a talented scientist and wouldn't be this careless. Someone took him and tried to cover it up. A groan came from behind him and his heart seized. The boys!
Whipping around, he saw Raditz pinned beneath a large steel beam that had loosened and cracked. He kneeled next to his son and together they managed to shove the offending metal off the boy's legs. Raditz's let a breath out through clenched teeth and moved them. "I'll be okay in a minute, they're just numb." Soot blanketed his scratched face.
Bardock nodded and looked around for his younger son. "Kakarrot!" The answering silence chilled him, despite the sweat rolling off of him. Training his mind, he felt for his ki. Where are you? The faint ki he found sent him running to an over-turned workstation not far from where his son would have been standing when the blast had hit. He leaned over the smashed console and felt all the blood drain from him.
"Tousan..." Kakarrot's voice came in a gasped whisper, blood on his lips. He lay flat on his back, in a slowly growing puddle of his own blood. A shard of twistedly melted steel protruded from right upper chest, near his shoulder. His breathes came in ragged gasps and his eyes were glazed with pain. His body was trembling and his left arm was contorted at an unnatural angle.
Swallowing the knot in his throat, Bardock kneeled beside his son and gently probed the rest of his body before yelling at the now standing Raditz. "Get what you can salvage from the medical supplies and bring them here quickly."
Noting the urgency at the unseen condition of his brother, Raditz moved as fast as his weaken legs would carry him. "Okay."
Kakarrot started to squim. "I can't...It hurts..."
Bardock hushed him as he untied the red sash from around his head, ignoring the pain from his own wounds. "Don't talk. You're going to be fine." He didn't know how his voice sounded so calm, because his innards were rolling with fear. Of losing another of his family. Clenching his jaw, he shoved the fear away and steadied his hands as they grasped the broken limb. Quickly, he set the bone and used a nearby wrench as a brace to stabilize it.
Raditz returned, spilling supplies next to his Tousan. "I got everything I could...hold." He snapped his mouth shut when he saw the amount of blood covering his sibling and the area around. "Holy kuso." He watched as Kakarrot's eyes started to flutter and roll back. "Is he dying?"
Bardock heard Raditz's scared whisper and hardened himself against it. "No." He ripped open packages of surgical sponges and put a firm hand on the steel, another on the Kakarrot's shoulder. "I need you to hold him down, because he's going to jerk. It could make the bleeding worse." When Raditz didn't move, he yelled. "Raditz now! Or he will die!" Kakarrot's ki was fading fast and if he lost any more blood, he'd die. His son jumped and scrambled to sit on his brother, pinning his arms and legs down with his own. Bardock nodded. "I'll count to three. One, two," He glanced at Kakarrot's pale face and tightened his grip. "Three!"
A/N: I know that's an evil spot to stop, but it increases the suspense. Poor Kakarrot, I feel really bad that I had to do that, but it needed to be done. I'm so mean and evil. I wonder what Bulma's plan is, and for that matter, Frieza's? Who took Dr. Briefs? Stayed for the next episode...chapter...of The Hybrid!
Ciao-Ravenreux
P.S.- Thanks for the wonderful review artchic! You won't have to wait long. Chapter Nine will be up soon!
A/N: I want to warn you, in case gory stuff bothers you, that there are some unpleasent scenes coming up. I upped the rating to X because the story will be more violent and have more 'adult' themes later on.
Chapter 8
Vejitasei Bazaar
He hovered over the local marketplace, eyes keen on the movements below him as he watched them flit between the stands. The vendors didn't know who they were actually screaming at, and if they did, they'd probably drop dead from shock. Not to mention the impending death that be on their heads for such actions toward a monarch. The young Prince and his blue-haired friend methodically stopping at stands to do their dirty work. Occasionally they had to go back and find their third wheel, who was usually found stuffing his face at a grocery vendor. His amber eyes narrowed. It seemed that the trio had a knack for creating chaos in their wake...deliberately.
Once a Saiyan, always a Saiyan. That's what I always say. He crossed his arms and lowered himself to the rooftop of a building that was central in it's location in relation to the thoroughfare that the children were tranversing. He hadn't wanted to come here and follow them around, but in light of survival he'd held his reservations to himself. I should really be back at the palace watching Lord Frieza's back. There are many enemies on this planet that have formidable strengths, and if combined may be an actual threat. The thought made him sick to his stomach and he had to relax in order not to lose his composure. He'd already been tailing the Saiyan no Ouji for two days now and had relayed enough information to satisfy his master's needs.
He rested his forearms on the ledge that bordered the rooftop and watched his prey. Now all I need to do is wait for contact. He adjusted the scouter attached to his left ear, while he saw his target steal a pastry from a dessert vendor. The operator noticed him and the Prince swiftly deposited the tart into the hands of his unsuspecting cohort, while dashing around the corner into an alley with the girl. He smiled smugly. Just wait, monkey boy. Your buddies won't be around to help you out when I get my hands on you.
His scouter beeped and he tapped the call button. "Yes?"
A voice hissed out from the other end. "Do you have him in your sights?"
"Yes, Milord." Zarbon stepped up onto the ledge and followed it around to peer down into the alley. The two children were sitting across from each other, leaning against the corresponding buildings.
A sinister laugh resounded through the electronic device, warped into a strangled cackle. "Good. You know what to do then?"
Zarbon smiled maliciously. "Of course, Lord Frieza."
Nearby Alleyway
"I can't believe you did that to him." Bulma leaned heavily against the stone of the building while she stared over at the Prince.
He smirked. "You always say that and then join in. You're a hypocrite."
She grinned. "I guess I am." He remained standing while she sat, his back resting on the wall behind him. They'd been making their way through the market, when he'd shown up dressed much like she had been at the party the other night. At first she hadn't recognized him, but his attitude and hair were hard to miss. Glancing at the entrance to the street, she flicked her tail. "Do you think he'll make it?"
Vegeta shrugged. "Hard to tell. Either he'll just eat and run, or he'll stand there dumbly." He followed her gaze to watch the people bustle past. "I suspect the later though."
"Yeah, I think you're right." She reached down and tightened the straps on her boots while they waited for Kakarrot to show up. Bulma fidgeted for another minute or so before she stood up. "Alright, I don't think he's coming." She dusted off her pants. "I'm going to get him."
Vegeta snorted and closed his eyes. "Be my guest." He heard her start walking, and then felt a strange breeze blow past him. What the...? He opened his eyes and froze.
Bulma hadn't made it out of the alley. The reason why held her with an arm around her throat, choking her.
He leapt into a fighting stance and eyed the effeminate creature standing before him. "Put her down." His voice was a deadly whisper.
Zarbon chuckled as Bulma bucked in his grip, her face contorted with fury. "Oh no." He tightened his arm and her face became pained. "I don't think that's going to happen."
Vegeta growled. Nobody disobeys me! "Do it or I'll make you regret it."
"No one's listening to you now, monkey boy, so you'll just have deal with it." He grinned when the boy's body started to vibrate in rage. He took his free hand and brushed the back of it against the struggling girl's cheek. "A friend of mine wants to see her, and he doesn't feel like waiting."
The touch was more like a caress and Bulma's skin was crawling. Her stomach rolled in response to his softly spoken words. This isn't happening. She continued to fight, but he easy overpowered her. Clenching her eyes shut, she started to thrash with earnest. Kicking her legs, swinging her arms, she even tried decking him with her tail, but she couldn't even faze him. Not good. Searching wildly for a way out, she opened up her lungs and screamed.
The sound jolted both of the others in the alley. One clutched his ears, while the other clapped a hand over mouth after a second or two of shock. Zarbon make his grip cruelly tight and smiled when she went limp. Finally. Glancing back at the boy, he smirked when he saw him rubbing his sensitive ears. "Now that that's done, my master would like it very much if you would also come."
Vegeta dropped his arms across his chest and stilled at the whimsical words. "Why the hell would you think that I would actually go with you?"
Zarbon smiled in a way that unnerved him. "Because if you don't, she'll be dead before you could blink."
Meanwhile-
"I said I didn't take it. Why don't you believe me?"
The vendor scowled. "Because it was in your hand." He pointed to Kakarrot's hands covered with sugary substance. "Then, you ate it. That's why."
Kakarrot frowned. "I know you saw Prince Vegeta take it and put in my hand. He's the one you should be threatening."
I thought that boy looked familiar. The vendor shrugged. "What would come of that? My death?" He shook his head. "No, you took the tart."
Kakarrot sighed. He always does this to me. He knows I can't resist food. Some friend. "Alright. I took it."
"Great. Now come with me." He turned back around and started back for his stand. "You will have cleaning duty for today."
He groaned and started following, but a shrill scream filled the air. Confusion erupted in the marketplace, with people scrambling everywhere. The scream was suddenly gone and Kakarrot spied his escape. Time to go. Before the vendor could catch him, he dove behind the flaps of a nearby tent. He waited a few moments before peeking back out. The people had settled down and the vendor was angrily stomping toward his tent. Guess I won't be buying snacks there anymore. Glancing around, his eyes landed on the alleyway. That's where they went. Following where he'd seen his friends had escaped to, he darted past shoppers and ducked into the alley. Whew, home free.
He started making his way between crates of merchandise and bins of garbage, but his progress slowed when he saw a large green alien holding Bulma and threatening Vegeta. "What...?" Kakarrot clapped a hand over his mouth when he saw Bulma go limp and Vegeta's eyes burn with hatred. He slipped behind a crate and let out his breath. That was close. Peeking out from his crate, he watched and listened.
Back in the alley-
Vegeta hid his temper well. He knew Bulma was a strong girl and if she was struggling to get away from him, then he didn't stand a chance in a one on one contest. Not that that's ever stopped me before. He coiled like a spring and prepared to launch himself at the grinning green fool.
"Wait!" The voice was urgent inside his head and he hesitated.
Zarbon's foot lashed out and connected with his jaw sharply. "I don't think so."
Vegeta was sent sailing backward, landing roughly on his back as he slid. He was standing before he came to a complete stop and stalked back over to them. His eyes weren't trained on his assaulter, but on the girl grimacing painfully in his grip. He halted and crossed his arms. "You better have a good reason for that."
Bulma attempted to roll her eyes, but it hurt too much. "Come on Geta, you know as well as I do that you won't be able to anything to him. Stop acting all macho and use that severely under-appreciated brain of yours. If you cooperate, I'll be able to get loose when he drops his guard."
"He's a soldier in Frieza's army. He won't drop his guard around a Saiyan." His eyes slid shut in frustration.
She felt like screaming again. "I need you to trust me, Vegeta." She couldn't believe she was actually pleading with him, but her pride would have to be salvaged later. "Please, this can't just be about me. Frieza's had it out for our entire race since he got here and know that this is just the beginning. I know you believe me, I can see it in your eyes. You can't hide it from me."
He noticed she had said 'our' race. "Fine! Stop your whining." His lip lifted as if to snarl, but he turned his hard eyes to Zarbon. "I'll go."
Zarbon eyed him warily for a moment. That was easier than I thought. He had noticed the prolonged silence and had attributed it to fear, but the look in the boy's eyes was anything but fearful. Maybe too easy. Shrugging it off, he grinned. "Follow me."
Vegeta took to the air after the mutant had lifted off, but not without noticing Kakarrot standing wide-eyed in the alley. He sought out his confused mind. "Listen to me, Kakarrot. Go find Bardock, tell him what you saw and that I said that Frieza's making his move. Hurry, what ever they're planning is happening soon!" He turned and caught up with Zarbon before he could notice his lapse.
On the ground-
Vegeta's words rooted him to the ground. This is really bad. Shaking off his shock, he ran out of the alley and blasted into the sky. Shouted curses followed him up from the ground, but he didn't notice. His Prince had given him an order and he wasn't about to fail. "I have to find Otousan!"
He increased his speed to his maximum and latched onto Bardock's ki signature. It was at home. Kakarrot grinned. He's in his lab! He banked in the air to turn back towards their little house on the hill. The woodlands melded together into a brown and green blur as he sped through the air. Light glinted off the roof as he neared, and he dove. Hitting the ground at a run, he dashed through the front door and blazed his way through the halls. His lab is in the basement. He hardly ever went down there with his Tousan and had to think about where the door was. Oh yeah, the blue door down the hall from Dr. Briefs room.
Grinning stupidly, he turned the right corners and lowered his shoulder to smash right through the door.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Raditz bellowed from the nearest computer station.
Bardock strided over, his face angry, and grabbed the back of his shirt. "Please explain why you smashed through the door of my lab."
Kakarrot opened his mouth, but his thoughts were too jumbled to form words in his mouth. "I...Vegeta said...took Bulma...Frieza's move...I-" He clamped his mouth shut and breathed.
Bardock's brow furrowed. "Okay, why don't you just calm down and I'll find out for myself?"
His son nodded and closed his eyes. He laid his hand on Kakarrot's head and his own eyes slid shut. Images of the bazaar flashed by quickly, followed by the ones with the stand vendor. The boy's mind slowed and focused explicitly on the memories coming forth, making them crystal clear. Bardock saw Zarbon choking Bulma, Vegeta retaliate and the subsequent kick, and finally the trio taking off toward the palace. His son's mind was still so scrambled that the dialogue was missing. He opened his eyes and removed his hand. "What did Zarbon say?"
Kakarrot blinked his cloudy eyes clear. "He said something about taking Bulma to his master and that Vegeta should come." His balled hands reached up to rub his eyes. "If Vegeta didn't go quietly, then he'd kill Bulma."
Bardock cursed. Of course, they pick the one person that he actually might care about. "What else?"
"Vegeta went to attack, but didn't and the green guy kicked him. Then he just got up and stood there for awhile staring." His head was starting to clear. "Then they left and Vegeta told me to tell you that Frieza's making his move."
Raditz, who'd been listening, frowned. "I know why he was just staring. Bulma was probably talking to him." He tapped his temple. "So Zarbon couldn't hear."
Bardock nodded in agreement. "Yes, and now they're headed toward Frieza right now."
He fell silent for a moment and his sons waited nervously. Raditz took a step towards him. "Tousan?"
Breaking out of his trance, Bardock turned and ran over to a door to a neighboring lab. Just as the door slid open, an explosion sent him flying backward as half of his house was decimated. Debris went flying into the lab as dozens of alarms went off. Pain lasered up his spine as he hefted a secton of the wall off his legs and sat up. Blood burned in his eyes and he reached up and felt a gash along his hair line. Squinting, he turned his gaze to the remains of the outer lab. "Kuso!" Ignoring the pain, he got to his feet and stumbled to what was left of the door he'd been trying to open.
Flames blazed from various areas of the lab and only a two of the four walls remained standing. The roof had been obliterated. His trained eye surveyed the damage, scorch marks marring the floor, and he knew in his gut that this wasn't just some lab 'accident'. That and the lack of body. Trunks is a talented scientist and wouldn't be this careless. Someone took him and tried to cover it up. A groan came from behind him and his heart seized. The boys!
Whipping around, he saw Raditz pinned beneath a large steel beam that had loosened and cracked. He kneeled next to his son and together they managed to shove the offending metal off the boy's legs. Raditz's let a breath out through clenched teeth and moved them. "I'll be okay in a minute, they're just numb." Soot blanketed his scratched face.
Bardock nodded and looked around for his younger son. "Kakarrot!" The answering silence chilled him, despite the sweat rolling off of him. Training his mind, he felt for his ki. Where are you? The faint ki he found sent him running to an over-turned workstation not far from where his son would have been standing when the blast had hit. He leaned over the smashed console and felt all the blood drain from him.
"Tousan..." Kakarrot's voice came in a gasped whisper, blood on his lips. He lay flat on his back, in a slowly growing puddle of his own blood. A shard of twistedly melted steel protruded from right upper chest, near his shoulder. His breathes came in ragged gasps and his eyes were glazed with pain. His body was trembling and his left arm was contorted at an unnatural angle.
Swallowing the knot in his throat, Bardock kneeled beside his son and gently probed the rest of his body before yelling at the now standing Raditz. "Get what you can salvage from the medical supplies and bring them here quickly."
Noting the urgency at the unseen condition of his brother, Raditz moved as fast as his weaken legs would carry him. "Okay."
Kakarrot started to squim. "I can't...It hurts..."
Bardock hushed him as he untied the red sash from around his head, ignoring the pain from his own wounds. "Don't talk. You're going to be fine." He didn't know how his voice sounded so calm, because his innards were rolling with fear. Of losing another of his family. Clenching his jaw, he shoved the fear away and steadied his hands as they grasped the broken limb. Quickly, he set the bone and used a nearby wrench as a brace to stabilize it.
Raditz returned, spilling supplies next to his Tousan. "I got everything I could...hold." He snapped his mouth shut when he saw the amount of blood covering his sibling and the area around. "Holy kuso." He watched as Kakarrot's eyes started to flutter and roll back. "Is he dying?"
Bardock heard Raditz's scared whisper and hardened himself against it. "No." He ripped open packages of surgical sponges and put a firm hand on the steel, another on the Kakarrot's shoulder. "I need you to hold him down, because he's going to jerk. It could make the bleeding worse." When Raditz didn't move, he yelled. "Raditz now! Or he will die!" Kakarrot's ki was fading fast and if he lost any more blood, he'd die. His son jumped and scrambled to sit on his brother, pinning his arms and legs down with his own. Bardock nodded. "I'll count to three. One, two," He glanced at Kakarrot's pale face and tightened his grip. "Three!"
A/N: I know that's an evil spot to stop, but it increases the suspense. Poor Kakarrot, I feel really bad that I had to do that, but it needed to be done. I'm so mean and evil. I wonder what Bulma's plan is, and for that matter, Frieza's? Who took Dr. Briefs? Stayed for the next episode...chapter...of The Hybrid!
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P.S.- Thanks for the wonderful review artchic! You won't have to wait long. Chapter Nine will be up soon!