Unexpected Fate

Whispering Doubts

Unexpected Fate

Chapter 28-Whispering Doubts

Several days passed since Bardock had last dared transform into a Super Saiya-jin around everyone else. He was still uneasy about what had transpired during the incident and his son had only attempted to get to know him better regardless of the situation that they wound up in. For the moment, he was training alone; trying to find a way to control the state without losing control of the form again. Throwing a fist through a column of ice, it cracked and made a creaking sound; slightly giving into droplets of water that converged and ran down his fist in a small stream. Even the coldness he felt wouldn't stop his passion for fighting.

A hand soon grasped his shoulder and Bardock turned to see Scrix standing there. For the first time since entering the time chamber, the God of Strength had ascended into a Super Saiya-jin almost though he were anticipating a fight of some sort.

"Do you mind having a sparring partner?" Scrix asked.

"It would be better than punching these spires of ice," Bardock turned and slid into a fighting stance. Since Namek, he had hardly sparred with anyone besides his son, Piccolo and Gohan, so this would be a change of speed.

"Whenever you're ready," Scrix slid into his own stance. Bardock recalled his previous times sparring against the God of Strength on Namek when he granted the cursed warrior a chance to do so, but that was too far in between since he spent most of the time back then growing stronger on his own account. Now, he wanted to see what Scrix's fighting style; study it to the best and see if he could incorporate some of his style into his own.

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The warm water felt wonderful running down Bardock's shoulders while he stood within the shower. Every muscle ached and he had to admit that he might have overdone the training a bit when he spotted bruises littering his arms and upper torso. He refused healing and retired in the bathroom where he cleansed his body of the sweat and grime that clung to his skin.

Turning off the tap, he turned to grab a towel from the rack before emerging from the shower. A heavy mist wrapped around his form and fogged up the bathroom's wall-sized mirror. Walking to where his torn clothes were, he realized how fragile they had become during his sparring sessions. Even the chest plate he had sustained a great deal of damage.

'I think I'm going to need armor if I'm going to continue training,' Bardock thought. It had been two months since they had started and he knew at this rate, their clothes wouldn't last much longer since they hardly covered much anymore. 'Kakarrot and Gohan should be wearing some as well since their outfits are a wreck.'

Walking out with a towel around his waist, he noticed Goku and Gohan were in the living area eating and talking about their training for the day when they noticed Bardock walking out.

"Dad? Why are you not dressed?" Goku quizzically looked at his father.

"In case you hadn't noticed, our outfits are pretty much trashed," Bardock stated plain as day.

"I suppose you're right, but we didn't bring any spare clothes," Goku admitted.

"I haven't either, but maybe Scrix could conjure us some armor." Bardock answered.

"Armor?" Goku looked rather uncomfortable with the idea of wearing it.

"It's only for training," Bardock reasoned. "Besides, it will protect you better so you won't get hurt as bad and would last longer. I mean look at how your clothes are in rags Kakarrot!"