[7] Assorted Groups - FoF Production Building

[Bardock]

The transformation was complete. Utter destruction was at Bardock's fingertips, so he proceeded to do just that: destroy. It was all he was good for anyway. The decision to go Oozaru inside a building with other people in it was foolish and bullheaded, but Bardock was both of those things, so the weight of their consequences didn't really matter to him. This was the best he could do, not having the powers of a Super Saiya-jin flowing through his veins. Besides, a Super Saiyan couldn't create chaos this efficiently. What he'd failed to take into account, however, was that Raditzu would also transform, or any other saiyan who managed to get an eyeful. Ascended Super Saiyan regardless, he still had a tail. His initial protest had been made while looking away from the false moonlight, but when he too realized this was what would become of him, it was too late to do anything about it.

"MOVE!" Eighteen hollered, ushering Jack aside so neither of them would be squished under the mass of the two giant apes. No doubt she would be concerned for Raditzu. Bojack's mind had been elsewhere this entire time. Both of their opinions mattered little to the roughneck at this point. What did they know?

Granted, this was not a way to further any amicable relations with his son and his girl, but that was to be solved during the aftermath.

Bardock slammed a monstrous fist into a side of the building that hadn't become a victim of his "Hulk smash" mentality. Two tiny figures below him screamed, Bardock's augmented hearing able to perceive each syllable. Eighteen and Jack scrambled away from the debris and wreckage that rained down on them. Neither of them cared for his welfare, so for the moment, he had no compunctions about doing them the same in turn. Kao was all that mattered. Every punch, every kick, every beam of disintengrating light that he let loose from his mouth, had purpose. It was laughable how quickly he had gone from caring to complete lackthereof. He must've had more mood swings than a woman in his unstable state. At present, he just hated everything.

A tail thicker than a bridge cable flickered about dangerously, moving of its own volition. Bardock hammered his fist into what remained of the floor, digging out chunks of foundation. Suddenly, his crazed mind was playing tricks on him. The floor wasn't the floor, but it was really the face of someone else--pure delusions that were a manifestation of his bottled up memories.

The floor was Senken, proper, poised, and so self-involved. Then Bar's knuckles slammed into it, and Senken's face shattered like glass. The old namek was finally defeated. Bardock roared triumphantly.

Rubble of a wall he'd already leveled turned into Sharpe, the convoy commander's battle-scarred face sneering at him. The saiyan stomped on the rubble, crushing the illusion. Two down.

The ceiling didn't have enough holes in it yet. A section where the beams had managed to uphold their load was still standing. It became the face of Bebi. Little Bebi, just another person who had taken from Bardock anything he might have wanted. So the Oozaru leapt up and brought both arms swinging. The structure caved under his massive strength, bringing the walls of the next level crumbling down. The wreckage didn't faze Bardock in the least. Bebi was destroyed.

Yamu was next. Yamu stood for everything the saiyan did not. Bardock drove his fist into the veined human's visage, breaking the image. Four down.

Sharpe again. Damn him. He wouldn't die. A fist settled that. Yamu came back, unable to be lain to rest. Then Bebi. Their faces swirled in a maze of color, each one being silenced over and over again by the transformed ape. Finally, they would come back no more, the demons they represented slipping back into the ether of his mind. Brim came then. Brim's ugly face, just for killing Kakarotto. He was a bit trickier--he took several blows before his semblance would go away. The strangest thing was, that Kao never came. It was he who had pushed Bardock into taking this measure, yet his face never haunted the saiyan. Who was last was worse.

It was himself, the only person in his life he had never managed to conquer.

A young face of Bardock stared at the transformed ape, staring at him hard. The creature stopped then, momentarily pacified by this new development.

Raditzu was somewhere else, still pounding away, having the time of his life.

We all find ourselves someday, Bardock...

It was not his own voice that spoke from that face of illusion, but his father's. Was this it? Was this what his own old man had been talking about? Bardock was staring face to face with himself, finally able to resolve all that tormented him, all that he had brought upon himself. His leathery brown fingers reached out to touch the face that had appeared before him, reaching to his own salvation. His giant heart beat just a little faster, just a little more excited than before. All else melted around him, fading away to nothingness. Here it was: inner peace, if he could only reach it. Bardock had had to go crazy before finding it, and it was within his reach now. Just a little farther, and everything would be okay again. Everything would be alright...

Hey guys! It's zombies!

His son's voice ripped across the surreal environment, shattering Bardock's concentration. The face of Bardock shimmered and dissipated.

NO! the ape's mind screamed. His fingers lunged out, grasping nothing but empty air. Twin eyes of red narrowed, and a menacing jaw of fangs clenched. He'd had it. It had been right there.

With no other option left to him, Bardock looked towards the army of zombies. Three times had they brought chaos into the game. Kao's attention hadn't been gotten, and the zombies, unlike the building, could surely feel pain. In his present form, Bardock didn't mind causing a little pain.