05-17-2006, 04:29 PM
?Is that you, Daddy?? a boy?s voice whimpered out. Bardock looked down, the smile still on his face. As his eyes beheld the sight before him, it faded and he did a double take.
?What the fuck?? he blurted out in surprise. ?Who are you??
The boy seemed rather timid, and was shocked speechless by the response his question had received.
?They?re all just coming out of the woodworks!? Bardock continued in exasperation.
?Are you?are you my daddy?? the little one tried again, his voice barely above that of a whisper now.
Bardock massaged his eyelids with his fingers as he knelt down. He stared hard at the kid, who looked almost identical to himself. Now the saiyan had to figure out the identity of this boy. His eyes searched the face of the child before him.
Okay, it wasn?t a one-night stand. I?m positive he?s not mine. As far as I know, Raditzu doesn?t have kids. Kakarotto didn?t have any other than Gohan and Goten. Either of them aren?t the type to punch in and punch out with just anyone. The only other person I know of is Pan?and?that?s?
Bardock sighed. This was too much all at once for him. ?No. I?m not your dad.?
The kid turned and retreated under a table at these words, seemingly ashamed of what he had just done. Gohan was still just standing there. Bardock motioned for a second and went to retrieve the youngster.
?Listen, kid, what?s your name?? he ventured.
?Goku,? the boy answered. ?Junior.?
At least he?s from the family. But goddammit, did his parents have to pick the name ?Goku??
?Okay. I?m Bardock, and this is Gohan,? the fighter responded, gesturing in turn. ?I don?t know who your parents are, but I?m pretty sure you?re a saiyan.?
?You mean there are others? Others like me?? Goku Junior questioned.
Oh god. This kid doesn?t know anything. I can?t deal with this.
?Yeah,? Bardock nodded patronizingly. This was the last thing he needed before Dante?s Abyss. It was then that his stomach rumbled, reminding him of the order at hand. ?Business before pleasure.?
He stood up and returned to the counter. A glass of bubbly brown liquid with bobbing cubes of ice in it was placed within hand?s reach. He assumed this was the infamous ?diet Coke.? Bardock, desperately needing a drink at the moment, grabbed the glass and swigged down a gulp. As the liquid slid down his throat, his tongue told him something wasn?t right. He spat out the drink, demanding, ?What the hell is this stuff??
?It?s diet Coke,? the waitress answered dumbly.
?This tastes like shit. You forgot the alcohol!? he complained.
?But, it?s a soda??
?What the hell is soda?? Bardock barked. On second thought, he waved her off. ?Never mind, just get me the strongest stuff you got. And I suggest you stop serving whatever the hell this is. Nobody in their right mind would drink it. It doesn?t have any alcohol.?
?Right away, sir,? the waitress complied grudgingly.
Bardock attacked his food voraciously. It just so happened to be Earth-style food: a double-stacked barbeque burger. The other two just looked on. Between mouthfuls, the saiya-jin encouraged, ?Eat, then talk.?
Then he heard a roar from across the room.
?Kakarot! I?ll get you for causing my death!?
Bardock dropped his burger, eyes narrowing in irritation. He was getting awfully popular in the last couple of minutes. What now?
A mountainous saiya-jin of muscle was launching himself across the room at Bardock.
?I don?t know you,? he growled. ?Geez, you people and your bad memories??
The brute reared back his fist and swung for the fences, aiming directly for Bardock?s face. The saiya-jin smirked. Too slow. The black-haired brawler easily ducked and delivered an uppercut to his attacker?s gut. Bardock withdrew the fist, allowing the big bully to clutch his injured stomach. Finishing his opponent off, Bardock spun around and delivered a mighty kick that sent the giant flying across the room. The hulking saiyan (the scent was unmistakable) slammed into a wall and slumped down, dazed. Bardock returned to his food, hoping that he wouldn?t be so rudely separated from his love again.
?Wait a second,? the stranger said, recovering. Then he began to spout words of gibberish that Bardock didn?t understand. ?That couldn?t be Kakarot. His armor, Kakarot would not be caught dead in our armor. I know that headband?Bardock, I thought he was dead. Frieza surely defeated him. Did he win the battle? Is he?a Super Saiyan??
Bardock turned to look at him, chewing on a hunk of burger. This guy?s crazy. How does he know me and Kakarotto? And who the hell is Frieza?
Fortunately, an announcement over the intercom drew the big guy?s attention away. Bardock turned to his meal.
OOC: It's a good thing I caught Nappa's post in time, therefore mine is a little longer than it was originally intended to be. Bardock doesn't know GJ's history, but does Gohan?
?What the fuck?? he blurted out in surprise. ?Who are you??
The boy seemed rather timid, and was shocked speechless by the response his question had received.
?They?re all just coming out of the woodworks!? Bardock continued in exasperation.
?Are you?are you my daddy?? the little one tried again, his voice barely above that of a whisper now.
Bardock massaged his eyelids with his fingers as he knelt down. He stared hard at the kid, who looked almost identical to himself. Now the saiyan had to figure out the identity of this boy. His eyes searched the face of the child before him.
Okay, it wasn?t a one-night stand. I?m positive he?s not mine. As far as I know, Raditzu doesn?t have kids. Kakarotto didn?t have any other than Gohan and Goten. Either of them aren?t the type to punch in and punch out with just anyone. The only other person I know of is Pan?and?that?s?
Bardock sighed. This was too much all at once for him. ?No. I?m not your dad.?
The kid turned and retreated under a table at these words, seemingly ashamed of what he had just done. Gohan was still just standing there. Bardock motioned for a second and went to retrieve the youngster.
?Listen, kid, what?s your name?? he ventured.
?Goku,? the boy answered. ?Junior.?
At least he?s from the family. But goddammit, did his parents have to pick the name ?Goku??
?Okay. I?m Bardock, and this is Gohan,? the fighter responded, gesturing in turn. ?I don?t know who your parents are, but I?m pretty sure you?re a saiyan.?
?You mean there are others? Others like me?? Goku Junior questioned.
Oh god. This kid doesn?t know anything. I can?t deal with this.
?Yeah,? Bardock nodded patronizingly. This was the last thing he needed before Dante?s Abyss. It was then that his stomach rumbled, reminding him of the order at hand. ?Business before pleasure.?
He stood up and returned to the counter. A glass of bubbly brown liquid with bobbing cubes of ice in it was placed within hand?s reach. He assumed this was the infamous ?diet Coke.? Bardock, desperately needing a drink at the moment, grabbed the glass and swigged down a gulp. As the liquid slid down his throat, his tongue told him something wasn?t right. He spat out the drink, demanding, ?What the hell is this stuff??
?It?s diet Coke,? the waitress answered dumbly.
?This tastes like shit. You forgot the alcohol!? he complained.
?But, it?s a soda??
?What the hell is soda?? Bardock barked. On second thought, he waved her off. ?Never mind, just get me the strongest stuff you got. And I suggest you stop serving whatever the hell this is. Nobody in their right mind would drink it. It doesn?t have any alcohol.?
?Right away, sir,? the waitress complied grudgingly.
Bardock attacked his food voraciously. It just so happened to be Earth-style food: a double-stacked barbeque burger. The other two just looked on. Between mouthfuls, the saiya-jin encouraged, ?Eat, then talk.?
Then he heard a roar from across the room.
?Kakarot! I?ll get you for causing my death!?
Bardock dropped his burger, eyes narrowing in irritation. He was getting awfully popular in the last couple of minutes. What now?
A mountainous saiya-jin of muscle was launching himself across the room at Bardock.
?I don?t know you,? he growled. ?Geez, you people and your bad memories??
The brute reared back his fist and swung for the fences, aiming directly for Bardock?s face. The saiya-jin smirked. Too slow. The black-haired brawler easily ducked and delivered an uppercut to his attacker?s gut. Bardock withdrew the fist, allowing the big bully to clutch his injured stomach. Finishing his opponent off, Bardock spun around and delivered a mighty kick that sent the giant flying across the room. The hulking saiyan (the scent was unmistakable) slammed into a wall and slumped down, dazed. Bardock returned to his food, hoping that he wouldn?t be so rudely separated from his love again.
?Wait a second,? the stranger said, recovering. Then he began to spout words of gibberish that Bardock didn?t understand. ?That couldn?t be Kakarot. His armor, Kakarot would not be caught dead in our armor. I know that headband?Bardock, I thought he was dead. Frieza surely defeated him. Did he win the battle? Is he?a Super Saiyan??
Bardock turned to look at him, chewing on a hunk of burger. This guy?s crazy. How does he know me and Kakarotto? And who the hell is Frieza?
Fortunately, an announcement over the intercom drew the big guy?s attention away. Bardock turned to his meal.
OOC: It's a good thing I caught Nappa's post in time, therefore mine is a little longer than it was originally intended to be. Bardock doesn't know GJ's history, but does Gohan?
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