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Post by Bardock on Sept 30, 2010 4:23:30 GMT -5
Bardock wasn't sure of how he had returned from the Other World. At one moment he had been a wisp, and in another he was back on the planet he watched burn. But everything was normal; the dirt was still red and the saiyans were still cavorting. It was as though none of it had ever happened. The warrior crouched down and held his face in his hands.
"Was it all just another screwed up vision?"
Frustration overcame the saiya-jin and he roared, punching the ground. He stood suddenly and felt his rage swarm within him until it exploded into a jagged aura.
"Damn you, Kanassians!"
He thought of his team back at the mess hall. They were probably carrying on, as saiyans did, about their latest exploit. They would be drunk, there was no doubt about it, and Shugesh and Borgos would stuff their faces. He suddenly remembered Tora's corpse in his arms. The rogue saiyan turned on his heel and immediately headed out to find them.
If they're alive, that'll mean it was a dream. Or vision. Or whatever, I don't care. They'll be real.
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Post by Bardock on Sept 30, 2010 4:37:22 GMT -5
Bardock ran all over Vegeta searching for his team. He no longer had his scouter, so he couldn't search for them that way. His mind kept replaying Tora's death, and the vision of his team's corpses all over planet Meat. Falling to his knees, the warrior punched a hole in a nearby building.
The changeling's nightmare sat debilitated for a few seconds, sweat pouring down his face. Groaning, the apish warrior managed to regain composure and resumed his sprint, this time yelling like a madman.
"Tora! Tora! Fasha!"
Another saiyan stopped him abruptly. He studied Bardock warily before speaking.
"They're in the mess hall. What's the problem."
Bardock ignored the question and immediately continued on his way. The madman busted through the doors and scoured the room until his eyes landed upon his friend.
"There you are!" Tora smiled upon seeing his Captain and best friend. Bardock gave a look of obvious relief and approached his friend, taking his hand to shake.
"Quit being weird, Bardock." Fasha rolled her eyes. The Captain reminded himself that they had not witnessed his more crazy hours before facing Frieza. Now it seemed likely those moments never happened.
"What's troubling you, my friend?"
Bardock crossed his arms and returned to his pre-Kannasian self.
"Nothing, brother. Just a bad dream."
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Post by Bardock on Sept 30, 2010 6:06:46 GMT -5
Sitting with his friends, all of whom he had thought to be dead, was one of the most surreal things Bardock had ever experienced. Nothing made sense to him anymore; it was as though he was living somewhere between dreams and reality. Or perhaps even life and death. It was a mystery.
He wondered how much of the week before his death had actually been true. Had he died? Had they all died? If so, how was it they had all returned? How was a planet supposed to simply reappear undamaged when it had been reduced to a smoldering crisp?
The laughter of his friends began to disappear, and he faded from the room. He did not panic; the feeling was like drifting into a pleasant slumber. The saiya-jin barely noticed the change, until a glowing blue alien appeared.
"You..."
It was the Kanassian who had 'blessed' Bardock with his strange visions. The Kanassians were nothing when it came to combat, but this strange voodoo was powerful, but more than Bardock desired to contemplate its mystique, he wanted it gone.
"Yes, Bardock, father of Kakarot."
They were surrounded by nothingness; to all sides of the warrior there was only a grey mist. It was not threatening, however, it was warm and comfortable. Bardock's temper was cooled for the first time since he woke up in the wasteland of Vegeta, but he refused to let go of it. He was sure the Kanassian wanted to take advantage of his mind somehow.
"I'm tired of this curse, ya damned blowfish! I can't make heads or tails of anything anymore. I can't even tell the visions from the real thing!" The ape warrior scowled, digging his fingernails into his palm as his fists tightened.
Then you under-
"Those saiyans died, fishface! My team, those soldiers, that mess hall- it was all gone!"
The Kanassian seemed put off by Bardock's interruption, but decided to move on anyway.
"No, Bardock. You saw days to come. You were wounded from our battle in the rejuvenation tank, and then you stumbled into the wastelands of your precious red planet. All of the things you saw are only warnings. I cannot tell you when to be ready, but you are responsible for stopping those events... If they can be stopped."
Bardock reawakened once more at the table. Borgos was standing next to him, quite confused, and the table was silent.
"Uh... Are you okay boss?" Borgos was finally the first to speak. Bardock pushed him away and got up from the table and began to walk away, ignoring the pain in his head for when he could suffer in private.
Tora, however, did not let him get far. He looked as though he were going to speak, but Bardock put up a hand.
"Come with me. We will speak in my quarters."
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