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DISCLAIMER: I do not own DBZ
or any of the characters from it.
A/N – Uh…hi! Please review and be kindly (after all I
was preeeety fast with this chapter!) I know this chapter is a little short but
at least it’s out and posted!
~*~
Kakarot grinned ghoulishly
as he dodged his father’s attacks with the practiced ease of a pro. His body
moved gracefully through evasive twists and turns that would have made a star
gymnast green with envy. Years of exile from his saiyan home had strengthened
him physically and living on Earth amongst the scum of the Saiyan Empire had
hardened him mentally. He had become more then his father had even envisioned,
more even then he himself had dared hope.
The chilling smile on
his face didn’t falter once as he easily planted a strategic blow to his
father’s right kidney, rendering him immobile with pain for a short amount of
time. While his father was doubled over he sent a small concentrated ki blast
at him and was rewarded with a startled scream of pain, encouraged he sent another
ki blast flying at him. Following behind his blast he viciously kicked Bardock
twice in the head, avoiding the red splatters of blood that he knew from
experience would stain his clothing if he were fool enough to allow them to
land on him. Normally he would have taken more time with his kill, but he knew
that his father was far stronger then he seemed.
Bardock staggered
forward, one hand holding his head as he fumbled blindly with the other hand,
seeming to search for something. Kakarot, the mirror image of his father strode
forward cockily and grabbed his father up in a chokehold – the urge to kill
pulsed through his head, filling his mind with boiling clouds of rage. He knew
nothing except that he had to kill thak cak creature that struggled and
gasped within his arms.
Kakarot snarled and
tightened his grasp, knowing that soon his father’s windpipe would crush and
his lungs fill with blood. A painful death but a death that, in a way, he had
been earned through a lifetime of slaughter and bloodshed.
“Oh great, now we have to wait
for him to heal all over again.” She rudely stuck her face close to Kakarot’s,
claiming his attention easily. “I suppose you’re proud of yourself?”
“Very.” The rogue saiyan replied
truthfully in a voice almost identical to Bardock’s. He ran appreciative eyes
over the delicious smelling female in front of him, his mouth curving into a
smirk as he noticed a faint blush stealing over her cheeks as his appraisal
became noticed. The woman reminded him of the black haired princess who he had
had the pleasure of bedding Earth. She had been the only child of the Ox King,
the good-natured ruler of the mountain kingdom in which Kakarot had crashed
landed. He’d slaughtered the king without a second thought, however his
beautiful daughter had been of more use and her death had only occurred once
Kakarot had grown tired of her.
Vegeta frowned at the look
Kakarot was dealing out to the Zucchini. While he had no affection for the
princess, she was his future mate and the way in which the Bardock clone
was watching her was a challenge to his authority. Forgetting about Brolly who
was standing behind him, ready to step in if things got out of hand, Vegeta
crossed the room and jerked Zucchini behind him roughly.
“Do not look at your future queen
as though she is a cheap whore.” Against his will Vegeta’s brain added silently
‘…even though she is one…’ It was only through strength of will that he
resisted from speaking the afterthought out loud. Behind him Zucchini sidled
closer to him, encouraged by his sudden protectiveness.
Kakarot inclined his head again,
catching a glimpse of Brolly through the corner of his eyes. He froze almost
immediately and cursed inwardly – not many people on the planet Vegeta would
remember who he was, however Brolly was one of the few saiyans who would know
him by sight. But of course Brolly wasn’t the smartest of saiyans – he had
often thought as a child that what Brolly lacked in brains he more then made up
for in strength. He’d proved his theory when he’d easily deceived him about the
truth of Raditz death.
“I apologize.” He ignored Brolly
and the female, focusing on the Prince as he decided that smooth talking out of
this situation was probably his best bet. “My name is Kakarot, second born son
of Bardock and Natoru.”
He smiled politely and continued, not liking the bubbling scorn he could see
just below the surface of the prince’s eyes. “I do apologize for breaking the
decree, you see I’ve only recently returned from a surveillance mission of
Earth.” The lie slid like honey from his tongue, Kakarot’s rich tone
embellishing as he elaborated on the tale. “Your father, King Vegeta sent me to
Earth on a mission to gather information on suspected spies of Frieza…”
“My father is dead.” Vegeta snapped
waspishly, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. Something at the back of his mind
telling him not to trust the smooth talking son of Bardock. He hadn’t even
known Bardock had any children let alive, he seemed to remember hearing a rumor
several years ago that they had all perished under suspicious circumstances.
The prince however didn’t let any of his suspciousions show outwardly.
“Dead?!” Kakarot blanched, not having to
feign surprise. He had spent the past few days deep in Frieza’s territory,
gathering what information he could about his father’s location. Had he known
that the King had been killed he would have postponed his visit home, at least
until less attention was focused on the royal abode which his father guarded.
Still, at least now none could disprove his lie…except of course for his
father. He glanced down warily at the bloodied body, expecting him to sit up at
any moment and let the cat out of the bag. Luckily the body stayed where it had
fallen.
~*~
* = Shinseiju
is the energy-eating tree that Turles plants in the third DBZ movie.
A/N – Yeah! I got it done in less then a week! I so
rock! Wahoo! Please review and let me know what you think my dear! *Does the filler bunny dance*
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