11-10-2005, 07:37 AM
Clearly, his demands were going unheeded. All that his tantrum accomplished were startled stares from those he had been surrounded by. ?Jacky boy?s? new friend was unimpressed, his attention still focused on the turquoise demon. Bardock didn?t care about the newcomer, far from it.
?What the hell is going on?? Eighteen finally asked, completely bewildered. ?Why does this creature know Bojack, and why does ?Kao? sound familiar? Let?s just kick the shit out of this creep and find a way to get the collars off; we can?t do anything unless we get them off.?
The android spoke with both conviction and a voice of reason. But reason fell deaf upon the saiya-jin?s ears. His fury was invoked far beyond rationalization. He was mad, in both denotations of the word. When the world made no sense, when all things were unable to be interpreted by cognitive thought, this was all he could fall back on. This was how Bardock dealt with anything that was so entirely overwhelming. One could suppose it was due to his archaic breeding?he was a machine, a cat?s paw, nothing capable of feeling as others felt. No, that was a lie, he could feel, but he was without means to comprehend and understand them. That was his ultimate weakness. You could only stand so much without being compelled to act upon thought and feeling. You could only stay backstage for so long without wanting something more.
Bardock roared, pouring his heart and soul into a single scream of rage and frustration.
Sick that this was exactly what Brim wanted. The producer was no doubt an expert at pushing and nudging his victims to their breaking points.
The crimson flames bathed his body in a glimmering sanguine light, kindled by his inner torment. The radiance suffused with a garnet hue, illuminating the hall with its bloody stain. Energy pumped freely through his physique, burning through his veins like liquid fire. Unnatural warmth enveloped his anatomy, heat radiating freely from his body. Black locks of ebony swirled upwards in the torrent of wind. Flesh wounds of battles past ripped open, spilling fresh blood that oozed down his arms in sticky trails of garnet. Bardock?s lungs cried for reprieve, for a single breath of air to fuel this forced conjuring of power. It didn?t matter that he was the weakest of the group?this was what he had, and this was what he would show. Finally, his voice died down, followed by a subsequent growl, that of a caged beast. His pains had not ended with the transformation of Oozaru on Vegeta-sei. With the death of his previous life?s complications had arisen new ones to take their place. He had been perfectly happy to be the killer he?d embraced, to deal death, as was his only gift in life. Brim?s game had forever put to bed that resolve. It was the same old story: new face, same complication. He had struggled his whole life to discover who he was, to have a simple answer. The saiyan had no sense of self. He supposed he hadn?t wrought any improvement because he lacked the conviction or the means to do so. Every new curve thrown his way only served to twist his mind further from attaining inner peace.
?How ?bout turning down the volume a little, old man?? Raditzu suggested, knowing that this was not exactly the best time to be going through personal crisis. They had enough problems to deal with at hand without Bardock?s rant.
The patriarch wasn?t listening.
Nobody cared; he understood that. For the most part, the bronze bruiser hadn?t minded much. It wasn?t until he could see everyone else, and how complete they had seemed, complementing one another. Bardock would only admit to himself that maybe, just maybe, he wanted it too. But he?d been dealt that hand, and played it poorly. A father? What a joke. A guardian? He?d lost his chance. A lover? It made it just a little difficult if it was one-sided. A friend? Nobody had wanted to stay by him long enough. He didn?t exactly have an attractive personality, something that would undoubtedly remain unchanged, but if others could manage, why couldn?t he? And so he would fight. He would fight, because the fight was all he had left. The saiyan couldn?t bring himself to show his scars, to show his weaknesses. He would communicate his hurt with his fists, and remain unfulfilled in his endeavors, no matter how confusing they were. His heart was rife with the ache of failed attempts. He wouldn?t falter here. He would never falter when it came to the only meaning of his existence. Maybe someday he would achieve more. Maybe someday he would be a better father?a guardian?a lover?a friend?
This is what I do.
The brilliance of his aura faded, but did not completely die down, and his face portrayed an eerie calm. The fighter opened a palm, and gathered energy of pure white. Once launched, he would no longer be himself. He could lose all of his problems; surrender them to the beast that lurked within. His tail twitched, almost as if in anticipation. Almost like it knew it was coming.
Bardock was true to his word, and the demand had been left hanging in the air. He would tear the establishment down with his bare hands, an act that was a symbolic manifestation in its own right.
And there was only one way to do it properly.
This is who I am.
His dark eyes stared into nothing. The demons that buzzed inside his head quieted. They were getting what they wanted. The sadness of before returned. The false moonlight shimmered in his waiting hand, its wicked glow casting shadows over the elder saiyan?s face.
Father?guardian?lover?friend?
Maybe someday.
But not today.
?This is all I know.?
?What the hell is going on?? Eighteen finally asked, completely bewildered. ?Why does this creature know Bojack, and why does ?Kao? sound familiar? Let?s just kick the shit out of this creep and find a way to get the collars off; we can?t do anything unless we get them off.?
The android spoke with both conviction and a voice of reason. But reason fell deaf upon the saiya-jin?s ears. His fury was invoked far beyond rationalization. He was mad, in both denotations of the word. When the world made no sense, when all things were unable to be interpreted by cognitive thought, this was all he could fall back on. This was how Bardock dealt with anything that was so entirely overwhelming. One could suppose it was due to his archaic breeding?he was a machine, a cat?s paw, nothing capable of feeling as others felt. No, that was a lie, he could feel, but he was without means to comprehend and understand them. That was his ultimate weakness. You could only stand so much without being compelled to act upon thought and feeling. You could only stay backstage for so long without wanting something more.
Bardock roared, pouring his heart and soul into a single scream of rage and frustration.
Sick that this was exactly what Brim wanted. The producer was no doubt an expert at pushing and nudging his victims to their breaking points.
The crimson flames bathed his body in a glimmering sanguine light, kindled by his inner torment. The radiance suffused with a garnet hue, illuminating the hall with its bloody stain. Energy pumped freely through his physique, burning through his veins like liquid fire. Unnatural warmth enveloped his anatomy, heat radiating freely from his body. Black locks of ebony swirled upwards in the torrent of wind. Flesh wounds of battles past ripped open, spilling fresh blood that oozed down his arms in sticky trails of garnet. Bardock?s lungs cried for reprieve, for a single breath of air to fuel this forced conjuring of power. It didn?t matter that he was the weakest of the group?this was what he had, and this was what he would show. Finally, his voice died down, followed by a subsequent growl, that of a caged beast. His pains had not ended with the transformation of Oozaru on Vegeta-sei. With the death of his previous life?s complications had arisen new ones to take their place. He had been perfectly happy to be the killer he?d embraced, to deal death, as was his only gift in life. Brim?s game had forever put to bed that resolve. It was the same old story: new face, same complication. He had struggled his whole life to discover who he was, to have a simple answer. The saiyan had no sense of self. He supposed he hadn?t wrought any improvement because he lacked the conviction or the means to do so. Every new curve thrown his way only served to twist his mind further from attaining inner peace.
?How ?bout turning down the volume a little, old man?? Raditzu suggested, knowing that this was not exactly the best time to be going through personal crisis. They had enough problems to deal with at hand without Bardock?s rant.
The patriarch wasn?t listening.
Nobody cared; he understood that. For the most part, the bronze bruiser hadn?t minded much. It wasn?t until he could see everyone else, and how complete they had seemed, complementing one another. Bardock would only admit to himself that maybe, just maybe, he wanted it too. But he?d been dealt that hand, and played it poorly. A father? What a joke. A guardian? He?d lost his chance. A lover? It made it just a little difficult if it was one-sided. A friend? Nobody had wanted to stay by him long enough. He didn?t exactly have an attractive personality, something that would undoubtedly remain unchanged, but if others could manage, why couldn?t he? And so he would fight. He would fight, because the fight was all he had left. The saiyan couldn?t bring himself to show his scars, to show his weaknesses. He would communicate his hurt with his fists, and remain unfulfilled in his endeavors, no matter how confusing they were. His heart was rife with the ache of failed attempts. He wouldn?t falter here. He would never falter when it came to the only meaning of his existence. Maybe someday he would achieve more. Maybe someday he would be a better father?a guardian?a lover?a friend?
This is what I do.
The brilliance of his aura faded, but did not completely die down, and his face portrayed an eerie calm. The fighter opened a palm, and gathered energy of pure white. Once launched, he would no longer be himself. He could lose all of his problems; surrender them to the beast that lurked within. His tail twitched, almost as if in anticipation. Almost like it knew it was coming.
Bardock was true to his word, and the demand had been left hanging in the air. He would tear the establishment down with his bare hands, an act that was a symbolic manifestation in its own right.
And there was only one way to do it properly.
This is who I am.
His dark eyes stared into nothing. The demons that buzzed inside his head quieted. They were getting what they wanted. The sadness of before returned. The false moonlight shimmered in his waiting hand, its wicked glow casting shadows over the elder saiyan?s face.
Father?guardian?lover?friend?
Maybe someday.
But not today.
?This is all I know.?
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
_=Pass you by, it's all in this life you have
Pass you by, good-bye to you=_
Pass you by, good-bye to you=_
