stormed through the hallways, his fists clenched at his sides and his
expression dark. He was approached by
several med-center employees. No words
were needed; one look at his murderous icy-blue glare was enough to silence and
send them on their way.
“How dare he,” he
fumed silently. “I’ve
taken care of him, taught him a trade, given him more of my time and care than
his own parents probably did, the poor bastards, and what does he do with
it? Throws it all away for a trifle” Scleren growled under his breath as he
tore around another corner.
He had just
visited the nursery to follow up on Kakarot’s launch. What had he found there? A very well-organized and informed staff who
told him that Kakarot had been sent out to the pod zone and that he would be
departing within the next half-hour or so.
That was the good thing. If Pazru
lived to see another day, he would congratulate the kid on carrying out this
assignment with such aplomb. The bad
thing: Pazru wasn’t in the nursery when
he got there. According to the
attendants Pazru had left on personal business and Scleren had missed him by
about 20 minutes or so.
And Scleren knew
exactly where the boy was headed, and he would be damned if he didn’t stop this
* * * *
directional coordinates: FX-50. Name:
Kakarot.” The technician squinted down
at the launch briefings displayed on the computer panel and looked back up
again at the sleeping Saiyan infant curled up in the pod.
“Bardock’s son, hmmm?” he mused as he
caught sight of the resemblance. His
eyes scrolled back down to the panel.
class warrior. Planet of destination:
Chikyuusei.” He nodded as he confirmed
each piece of information.
everything matches up; this one’s all ready to go,” he
said to no one in particular. Perusing
the briefings one last time (it never hurt to be thorough), he began to rapidly
key in the launch codes. The hatch of the
pod slowly closed and the pod slid back into the hollow t of the launch
pad. The door to the pipe fell with a
bang and a furious stream of cloud blew from two exhaust panels on its surface
as the air was forcefully pulled from the tube.
There was a muffled explosion from inside as the pod was shot from the
little one,” the technician whispered.
* * * *
The Saiyan leaned
back against his pod, panting loudly.
Kyokou looked him up and down, taking in the cracked, misshapen remains of
his armor, the shreds of his clothing, and the dried blood crusted over his
body like some sort of second skin. “Man,”
he thought to himself, “when Bardock
is given an assignment, he goes all out.
Look at him, he didn’t even care to try to wipe
off the blood!”
He shook his head ruefully. “What a shame, you just missed your kid’s
launch!” he said. Not even bothering to
answer, Bardock lurched past Kyokou and his partner. Unperturbed, Kyokou continued, “As I
remember, he’s going to some frontier planet called Chikyuusei.”
Bardock paused and looked back at
him. “Did you say ‘Chikyuu’?”
Kyokou broke out into a smile. “Yeah, it’s a blue planet, part of a star
system. He may be a low class warrior,
but give him a few months and he’s sure to wipe out the planet. Once you’ve recovered from those injuries,
you ought to go meet up with him.”
The Saiyan stared blankly back at him,
still panting. Kyokou cocked his head to
the side and looked at him quizzically.
“So what happened to you? How did
a guy like you get beat up so badly? I
thought you went to Meatsei, didn’t you?
But that was supposed to be a really simple planet. Did the techs confuse the specs? And where are Toma and the others?”
Bardock was focused on some point beyond
the pod attendants’ shoulders. Kyokou
frowned. Something wasn’t right
here. The Saiyan wasn’t listening to a
word he said. That wasn’t saying much;
it was a common reaction and didn’t really bother Kyokou, but the way Bardock
was staring off all glazed eyed like that…it was almost like he was…he
was… Kyokou’s train of thought was
broken as the Saiyan suddenly gasped and darted off down the tunnel that would
lead him into the complex.
“What’s the matter, Bardock?” he shouted
after the fleeing man.
Look at this!” his partner shouted from behind him. “He’s far from all right, wouldn’t you
Feeling the first worms of unease
threading through his guts Kyokou approached the abandoned pod. The seat was covered in shiny tracks and
puddles of blood. Hand shaking ever so
slightly, Kyokou reached inside and touched one gloved hand to the
substance. Instead of flaking away, it
clung to his hands, a few drops falling away to the ground. “This
blood is fresh,” he thought as he rubbed the tacky fluid between his thumb
and index finger. “And so much of it too. If
he’s been bleeding like this for the whole trip back then he—“
Isn’t that…?” The man pointed to the sky.
A pale shadow drifted over him and Kyokou
looked up. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped
as he caught sight of the massive shape approaching the planet. “It
couldn’t be. What reason does he have to
come here, and now of all times?”
* * * *
“Sir? Oh, sir?”
Scleren ignored the voice as he stalked
down the corridor. There was a tug on
his sleeve and he abruptly stopped and turned back, staring fiercely at the
person who would dare touch him in when he was in this state.
“Dr. Scleren?” she asked tentatively.
“Yes, what is it, Moreena?”
“It’s Moira, sir. And I just—“
Disconcerted, but no less determined, she
did not relinquish her grip on his sleeve.
“Ummm, sir, I
have some questions for you.”
“Not now, I’m busy at the moment. Why don’t you go and talk to Plenthor, he’s
your supervisor is he not?” Scleren replied irritably as he stared longingly
down the hallway in the direction he intended to go.
“Yes, but he told me to ask you about
“I’m sorry, Moira, but I really don’t
have the time to—“
“It’s about Pazru.”
Interest sparked, Scleren sharply turned
his head to look down at the young woman standing before him.
“What about Pazru?”
* * * *
Pazru rolled his shoulders and rounded
out his back in an attempt to ease the throbbing pain that was quickly growing
at the base of his spine. He pressed one
hand to the bulging midsection of his lab tunic and lifted it upwards, trying
to shift some of the weight off of his aching back. A few beads of sweat rolled down his face as
he walked as fast as was possible towards the pod zone. He paused at an intersection, unsure of which
path to take. The corridors were
identical, stretching endlessly onward in each direction with no markers or
signs as to where each led. He gritted
There wasn’t much time left and he had
gotten lost and had to backtrack twice now.
He had spent so much time perfecting his plan but had somehow neglected
to familiarize himself with the route to the pod zone. Time was of the essence here; he wasn’t sure
how long Kyokou could hold the pod for him.
Adding to this burden was the child, no pun intended. Pazru interlaced his fingers and cradled the
dead weight of the infant hidden beneath his clothing. Now that he thought about it, the tiny Saiyan
had grown considerably since he had been born.
Another factor that he had failed to consider in his
good thing about this is that the kid is unconscious. It would have been impossible to have
smuggled him, awake, all the way to the pod zone. No way.
Not only would he have made a racket, but he probably would have
struggled like mad.” The side of Pazru’s mouth quirked up in a crooked grin. Things weren’t going as badly as they could
be, at least.
But he needed to focus on the problem at
hand: finding his way to the departure area.
He scanned the hallways again, trying to picture the map he had drawn
out several nights before. He could
simply pull it out of his pocket and look at it, but that would also mean that
he would have to undo the sling that he had constructed to bear the child, and
that would mean risking the chance that someone might walk by and catch sight
of the kid. After some deliberation, he
decided to head down the corridor directly in front of him. Luck was with him this time, and after a
short amount of time the gateway to the pod zone came into view.
Kyokou ran up to meet him as he entered the departure area, worry
written all over his face.
“You’re late, man!” he chided. “I can’t stay for very long. My schedule got changed so I was stuck working
arrivals today, so I had to sneak away to come here. Paz, you wouldn’t believe what I saw!” he
blurted, voice flush with an uncharacteristic note of panic.
Pazru gave him a strained smile. “I’m sorry I’m late. I got a little lost on the way down here.” Spying a pod lying open on the opposite end
of the large room, he asked, “Is that it?”
Kyokou nodded vigorously. “Yeah, it’s all ready for you, Paz, all ready
to go. But, Paz, you need to listen to
me! I just saw—”
Startled, Pazru whipped around to look at
the owner of the voice. Eyes widening in
shock, he nearly completely lost his hold on both the baby and his
bladder. Scleren stood in the doorway,
staring menacingly at him. Moira peeked
out from behind his shoulder and shot Pazru an apologetic look.
“I’m sorry, Pazru, but I couldn’t stop
him,” she said, eyes welling with tears.
Catching sight of the open pod, she looked from it to him,
stricken. “Pazru, are you leaving Vegetasei?”
Pazru opened his mouth to explain but was
cut off by Scleren, who quickly closed the distance between them.
“All right, let me see him!” he growled.
“I…what are you talking about?” Pazru
replied as innocently as he possibly could.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about,
Pazru,” he said and poked at the bulge in the younger man’s midsection. “I want to see that baby.”
“Baby?!” Kyokou and Moira cried out in unison.
Pazru gulped and sunk to the ground. Miserable, he roasted under the gaze of the
three of them for what seemed like hours as his shaking fingers struggled to
undo the knots holding the makeshift sling together. He pulled back the hem of his tunic. Kyokou and Moira gasped loudly as they caught
sight of the unconscious Saiyan infant.
What’s going on here?” Kyokou asked, his brow
wrinkled in confusion. Moira stood
silently behind Scleren, one hand pressed to her mouth, her head shaking from
side to side. Scleren simply glanced at
the child and nodded.
“Put the baby in the pod,” he said.
Pazru blinked up at his mentor from his
seat on the floor. “What?”
“You heard me,” Scleren replied quietly,
his eyes focused intently on his young student.
“You’ve gone through so much trouble for this brat. Finish what you’ve started. Pazru stared back at him in shock. Scleren’s eyes narrowed and he frowned. “Well, what are you waiting for? Do as I say!”
“Yes…yes sir,” Pazru mumbled and
tentatively scooped the child from the floor and headed towards the open pod,
glancing back once at Scleren, who simply waved him on.
Scleren leveled his gaze at Kyokou, who was still staring google-eyed at
Pazru and the infant. “Don’t you have a
job to do?” the doctor said calmly.
Kyokou stared at him momentarily in a confused fashion, then nodded and
headed off to the observation platform and the main computer panel. Scleren strode over to the pod, Moira
following him slowly.
“You’ll need to situate him so that the
needle will hit him correctly,” he directed.
“But he’s already sedated,” Pazru
“How long will it take this pod to get to
wherever it is going,” Scleren said loudly, addressing Kyokou, who quickly
began to scan through the launch briefings.
three and a half days,” Kyokou shouted back.
Scleren sighed. “You didn’t honestly think that you could
keep this kid unconscious for that long with just a single pill, did you
Pazru?” The young man shook his head and
shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other, avoiding the old doctor’s eyes. Scleren turned back to look at Kyokou again.
“I assume that you have reassessed the
situation and changed the settings on the cryo-sleep
program?” he queried.
all set and ready to go.”
Scleren nodded and gently placed a hand
on Pazru’s shoulder. Pazru stopped
fussing with the sleeping baby and looked up at him, a mixture of fear and
sadness in his eyes.
“Scleren, I’m—,” he began to say but was
interrupted by the doctor, who smiled amicably and patted his shoulder.
“It’s alright, Pazru. I understand.
Your intent was good. In fact,
I’m rather impressed that you managed to juggle this with all of your other
assignments. You’re going to make a fine
Pazru gaped, then smiled slowly and
“Is he ready to go, Paz?” Kyokou called.
no wait, Kyokou!”
Pazru shouted. “There’s one more thing I
need to do!” He began to rummage quickly
through his pockets, finally coming up with the box that Moira had given him
barely an hour before.
“Here it is,” he said to no one in
particular, holding the box up before him triumphantly. Flipping the lid open, he fished out a small
object. The silver nametag glittered
under the harsh light of the pod departure zone. Hearing Moira’s tiny gasp, Pazru gave her a
“I’m sorry that I lied to you,” he said
quietly. She looked away from him and
“I understand now,” she replied.
Pazru nodded and turned his attention
back to the pod and its tiny occupant.
Stretching the small bracelet out in his fingers, he deftly slid it over
the infant’s hand and onto his wrist.
The name inscribed on the flat surface of the tag stood out boldly.
“Turles,” Pazru whispered. “No one gave you a name when you were born,
so I’m giving you one of my own. It’s
not Saiyan, but it’s still a good name.
In my language, it is a word that denotes strength and determination.”
“It suits him,” Scleren said quietly from
behind Pazru, “as well as his caretaker.”
Pazru beamed happily and leaned in to
ruffle the child’s hair. “All I wish for
you, Turles, is that you grow big and strong and determined to thrive. What you choose to do with you life I leave
solely up to you. You are not bound to
any morals, any rules, not even to the cultural bonds of your Saiyan
heritage. Unlimited possibility lies
before you; make the most of it.” Pazru
smoothed back a few errant strands of Turles’ hair and stood back and regarded
his young charge. Turles stirred
slightly, a small moan escaping his lips, then quieted
again. Pazru backed slowly away from the
pod, Scleren following suit, to stand near Moira. He turned to look up at Kyokou who nodded and
began to read off the launch briefings.
“Target directional coordinates:
FS-93. Name: Turles. Rank,” Kyokou glanced down at Pazru then back
at the briefings, “None.” Pazru smiled
warmly at his friend. “Planet of
destination: Charenjisei.” Kyokou keyed in the launch codes slowly and
carefully. Pazru’s smile thinned
somewhat as the hatch closed. He barely
felt the prick of hot tears as they welled in his eyes to spill down his
cheeks. Warm fingers entwined in his and
he looked down to see Moira at his side, her eyes sympathetic and her smile
soft. The door to the launch tube fell shut, air hissing from the exhaust vents. He squeezed her hand tightly as the pod was
launched up through the tube, it’s occupant on his way to a new challenge, a
new life. Feeling pressure on his
shoulder, he looked to his other side, at Scleren, who hugged him close and
nodded in silent assurance.
Kyokou leapt from the observation platform
to join the other three.
“So he’s on his way,” he murmured as he
stared at the empty launch pad. “The
little guy should do real well on Charenji; it’s a great planet.” Pazru sighed happily.
“Charenji,” Moira echoed. “It has a nice sound to it.”
“So what were you going to tell me
earlier, Kyokou?” Pazru asked. The other
man’s serene expression suddenly faded and he turned away from the others.
“I saw Frieza’s ship arriving in
Vegetasei airspace about a half an hour ago.”
Scleren stiffened and turned to stare at
the attendant, the blood running from his face.
Kyokou began to reply, but was nearly
thrown to the floor as a vast earthquake shook the complex. Moira cried out and clung to Pazru for
support. Scleren fell against the side of
the platform and held tightly to its side.
A series of loud squawkings, bits and pieces
of shouting voices, issued from the scouter embedded in Kyokou’s helmet. Kyokou’s eyes widened, his mouth falling open
as he listened to the words flying back and forth on the channel. Scleren, Pazru, and Moira stared at him
“What’s going on, Kyokou?” Pazru
Kyokou swallowed loudly. “A fight broke out a little while ago in one
of the Saiyan cafeterias. It was
Bardock. He was saying crazy things. Like how Frieza had betrayed the Saiyans and
was planning on destroying them.”
Scleren’s eyes widened and he grabbed the
startled man by the shoulders and shook him.
“What was that just now?”
Kyokou’s eyes shifted to the side as he
concentrated on the garbled bits of conversation coming through the scouter’s
com-link. “Bardock…Bardock left to
challenge Frieza. Alone. He’s fighting right now.”
Scleren dropped the attendant and climbed
to the top of the platform with a speed and agility most his age could
muster. He fiddled with the computer
panel for a few seconds, bringing up a large screen that was projected onto the
far wall showing a view outside the complex.
Clusters of towers and antennae as well as the distant outlines of trees
and the glimmer of a small lake rose from the red soil. The sky was a riot of light and color, the
silhouettes of several hundred warriors cast into sharp relief by the fierce
white light of a small sun.
Scleren blinked. “Oh, Kami,” he murmured.
That was no sun. It was growing steadily. That was a massive, massive amount of
ki. He could feel it already, pricking
up the hairs on his arms, sending a small shockwave up and down his spine. And what was that shadow behind it? Another earthquake, stronger this time,
rocked the room. Pazru and Moira were
thrown to the floor and Scleren was forced to his knees. He regained his footing and squinted at the
image. That shadow. It was a ship.
“Frieza’s ship,” Kyokou whispered. Pazru and Moira stared at him in horror.
“Scleren,” Pazru shouted, “what is that
thing?” As the words left his lips the
diameter of the object in question suddenly doubled, tripled, approaching
Scleren looked down at his pupil, his
lips pressed tightly together. “I’m
proud of you, Pazru,” he said. Another
earthquake began, steadily intensifying as the massive ball of ki
approached. “You have excelled beyond me
in everything; you’re courage is a match for any warrior’s.” The screen was consumed with blinding white
light. Pazru, one hand over his eyes,
squinted to see the form of his mentor.
“What you have done today,” Scleren shouted over the increasing sound of
the tremors, “will have reverberations throughout the universe.”
“Scleren!” Pazru shouted as the room was consumed
in white flame.
* * * *
“Yes?” came the
reply from the lone figure standing on the ship’s bridge.
“I just found a
strange energy signal. It seems to have
originated somewhere in the Vegeta System.”
System?” The leader walked over to the
large bank of glowing computer panels, which were being monitored by a handful
of technicians. Milky-green light washed
over a smooth, heart-shaped face as the leader leaned over the shoulder of the
tech who had reported the signal. “What
do you have on the signal?”
“The data’s still
coming in.” He pushed a series of
buttons and a long list of numbers and figures appeared on the screen.
and magnitude of force…what a massive explosion!” The leader said in awe. “A supernova, perhaps?”
“No. The readout indicates that the source of the
signal was organic.”
“I can’t be
certain, but I doubt it; it’s far too large and powerful.”
“Has anyone been
able to intercept any transmissions coming from Vegetasei since it appeared?”
looked up from his seat. “No, leader,
and all transmissions directed to Vegetasei have gone unanswered.”
The leader stood
back, arms crossed, thinking. “The
Saiyans were part of the planet-clearing trade, were they not?”
replied a third technician.
Frieza’s whereabouts at this moment?”
The sounds of
rapidly clicking keys filled the room as the workers busied themselves with the
order. One of them gave a sudden
victorious shout and pumped his fist in the air. A thin smile teased at the corners of the
leader’s lips as a second list of data appeared beside the first.
“That’s what I
thought. I had heard rumors that Frieza
feared the strength of the Saiyans, but I had never believed that he would
actually go so far as to wipe them out completely.” The smile turned into a sneer. “How cowardly, but if those furry-tailed
barbarians were too dumb to figure it out beforehand then let them burn. What is our position relative to
Vegetasei? Are we in range of any
“Possibly. Would you
like me to alter the ship’s course?”
A shiny mass of
hair, color dark, but indeterminable in the dim light, flew through the air as
the leader looked back over one small, bare shoulder at the attendant.
“Do what you deem
necessary,” she replied before turning on her heel and leaving.
Notes: Well, that’s the end of this
section. I would be lying if I didn’t
say that I’m sad that it had to end like it did. I’d grown slightly attached to my original
characters, in particular Pazru. At the
beginning, Pazru, Scleren, Kyokou, and later Moira were more of a means to an
end, and also to reflect on the situation in ways that Turles was not capable
of at the time. Pazru annoyed the heck
out of me when I first started writing him.
Maybe it’s because he’s basically my Mary-Sue…Mary-Steve….whatever, or
rather he’s like myself as I was when I first started writing this three years
ago. But after I had picked this story
back up a few months ago after having shelved it for over a year and got myself
back to speed (if you can call it that ^_^) I found that I actually liked him
fairly well and through him I was able to better voice some of my own
ideologies and beliefs in these last few chapters.
People who have seen the Bardock Special are
going to notice that I took a lot of dialogue from it in this chapter. The second and third sections are lifted almost
directly from it. And yeah, I guess I
have to say that Kyokou isn’t completely my original character since he does
appear in the Bardock Special. The dialogue I lifted is from the actual
translation of the Japanese, not the Funimation
translation. If you want to check it out
and you have the dvd, set
the subtitles to “Japanese”, it should be the second subtitle track.
So I need to know:
What do you think so far? Did you like
the ending of this section? Were you
upset that I killed off almost all my characters? Email me your comments and
criticisms. And when I say criticism, I
mean criticism, what you hated, what you would have liked to happen, sections
of the story that felt awkward or contrived, stuff like that, believe me, I want
to know, and I won’t get pissed off at you for telling me, actually I’ll thank
Random Thoughts: I liked
the name-tag thing. Initially I wasn’t
sure how I was going to have Pazru pull that off. Moira came in pretty handy there; she really
wasn’t supposed to be anything more than some girl Pazru saw looking at him in
the cafeteria, but she kind of just muscled for rank in my head so there you
the Future: I’m going to start Part 2
right away, and unlike the previous section, it’s going to be a lot
shorter. I had initially intended to
make it just as long, but given the fact that I’m really interested to get the
main story with an older Turles rolling, it’s been chopped down. Don’t worry, you won’t
be missing anything exciting. Part 3 is
what I’m most excited to write, and that should also be the longest of the
sections with the bulk of the story. If
you looked at my story outline on the fanfic page you’ll
see that the title of Part 3 is also the title of the fanfic
proper. And if you’ve read the prelude
to this story, then I think you might be able to figure out who the very last
section of this chapter is referring to.
If you want a timeframe, I would say that the prelude happens several
months before this story.