Damn it. This had been a stupid idea. Just as he imagined it, if not worse in experience. He felt out of place, dealing with situations far outside his wheelhouse, and the urge to flee threatened to overtake any other sense of rational thought. He didn’t blame Kakarot one bit for the cold reception, if for no other reason than the idea of a dead-beat father showing up unannounced as he did. And Bardock by no means expected a warm reunion. He was a stranger. A potentially hostile stranger. No, he was aggravated with himself for his lack of planning. For deciding seeking out his youngest son would bode well for him.
He wanted answers. To know if the visions that assaulted him before the destruction of their–his–planet bore any weight. That one had. Shouldn’t that have been proof enough? Did he want something more from this meeting, more than he cared to admit to himself? The hardened soldier rarely entertained sentimentality, the sting of his son’s words foreign and unexpected. He knew of Kakarot’s fate and deemed it a waste of time to dwell on the fact for longer than a few moments or to bond with the infant. A staple in Saiyan society: the weak conquered the weak. A callous practice to many, but a way of life for his people. A peon like him could do nothing to change it, even if he had cared enough to.
“ Did you kill Frieza? ” Straight to the point. He could get his answer and jet. Return to securing a ship for his travels and leave this planet for good. He had no business here, Kai willed or not. The life Kakarot had built here did not suit him, and forcing himself to play the role of father didn’t appeal. He was a soldier, a warrior. Useful on the battlefield, not playing house. “ Answer that, and I’ll leave you. ”
he was unsure about the presence of an unknown saiyan for good measures . yet , something in the other ‘ s reaction made him feel as if he had struck a nerve ; as if there was a more personal matter behind all this . maybe goku had been too quick in his judgement . even unfair ?
❝ wait . . . ❞ he demanded , his tone much softer . staring at the stranger , he tried to piece it all together . something was not right . if vegeta ‘ s side of the story was to be believed , he and goku were the only two left alive of their race . a if and there was an exception , why would they care about frieza ‘ s fate ? again , seeing vegeta , they didn ‘ t seem to work for frieza that willingly . . . if it was a rogue element , when did he learn about that ? this spiked goku ‘ s curiosity way too much to be ignored .
goku ‘ s defensive posture drops , arms relaxing alongside his body , expression loosening . so that guy only came here for answers and would leave afterwards , right ? he ‘ d give it a chance . but not before striking a small bargain . a favor for a favor .
❝ i ‘ ll tell you whatever ya want about frieza . not that i know much . but first , ya gotta give me answers . just . . . who are you ? ❞
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