Unexpected Fate

The Dying Planet

Unexpected Fate

Chapter 10-The Dying Planet

It felt like an eternity since they left the battlefield. Bardock felt the raging battle behind him; his youngest son fighting against the creature that enslaved them before he turned on them. He wanted to turn back; abandon Piccolo and make sure his son showed no mercy towards the bastard that murdered millions, caused the destruction of their people, and took away the life he had taken for granted.

'Yet, none of it would bring my people back...' Bardock flew slowly with Piccolo over his shoulder.

He had sent Gohan off to find Bulma so that way, they could escape the planet faster if the need became apparent. During his flight, he flew over the very villages he had visited prior to Frieza's arrival. It seemed alien that everyone that had ensured his training was lying dead on the ground in various poses or buried in shallow graves.

'None of them deserved to die... yet, it's because of Frieza's men... their greed for the dragon balls...' Bardock shook his head. 'Had he gotten his wish though, then Scrix wouldn't have taken the time to train me... Karis wouldn't have bothered giving me the potion... it would have just ended with our destruction...'

Closing his eyes, he sighed while continuing his rocky flight. His thoughts went back to when he began his training...

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Six months ago...

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Bardock was breathing hard, a blindfold over his eyes. Scrix had ensured that the training exercise would heighten his senses; however, the cursed Saiya-jin was bruised and battered from the various hits he sustained thus far.

"You are not concentrating hard enough," Scrix told Bardock; the mortal warrior being his same stubborn self.

"Hey, it might be easy for you, but give me a break! I don't understand this sensing bullshit that you keep going on and on about..." Bardock growled at the god. "I'm better off with a scouter than relying on this 'sixth' sense stuff you've been talking about."

"First off, you are merely just making up excuses to learn something new," Scrix began. "And second, would that instrument really save you if it was destroyed?"

Bardock fell silent. He hated it when the God of Strength proved a valid point. After all, scouters were definitely a way to track and measure fighting power, but at the same time, it had its disadvantages. One of the disadvantages was Frieza being able to tune in to hear of someone talking poorly about his leadership. He had heard that he had murdered a whole squadron once for them mocking their master behind his back.

The other disadvantage is their ability to detect a set amount of chi. Another would be if there's a surge over a certain level all at once, the scouter would shatter; become completely obsolete and leave the warrior guessing the power level of the creature. Most experienced warriors had fallen victim to trusting their scouters to measure power levels, one that the God of Strength knew first hand. That is why he had taken it upon himself to train the ignorant warrior the difference.

"You need to learn not to depend on an instrument when you can learn how to feel a person before they power up..." Scrix continued his lecture before throwing a punch. Bardock barely avoided it by dodging to his right. "By the time Frieza arrives, you will know how to measure a power level, hide your chi, and if you are lucky, create a new attack..."

"If I don't learn this, then I swear you are such an optimist..." Bardock hissed before throwing a punch at the other warrior.

Yet, in that time he spent with the God of Strength, he barely managed to learn how to sense chi, let alone lower his own to his advantage. Bardock had lacked the creativity to make up an attack due to the fact that he wanted a decent challenge from Scrix despite never getting it. Now, it seemed the whole universe was against him for some odd reason or another.