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"That was one hell of a party, eh, Fasha?" the tall, burly, tan-skinned man with a chip-toothed smile and a head of straight, spiky black hair said to his teammates, wearing blue and black, light but hard armor with broad shoulder blades striped with blue, gleaming and scuffed strips of hard metal. He had a long, furry brown tail like the rest of his party, curled around his waist like a brown belt. He tapped his cracked, green eyepiece anchored on a headset worn on one ear. He looked at the green headsets worn by the rest of the party with a small, upturned frown. His was the only cracked one. He sat on a chunk of broken boulders among the mass destruction and desolation of the surrounding area that had once been a city to a civilization that now existed solely in the past. The crater they made and sat in was a testament to that people's strength. They went down fighting.

Fasha yawned, sitting up on the rocks and looking around at their handiwork. "If you say so, Tora," she said dismissively, "I don't remember any of it." She was short and petite with fair skin and wild, short brown hair and brown eyes. She wore similar armor to Tora, except she didn't have the shoulder pads to her black and gold armor. She wore dusty white gloves that didn't help in making sure that her one gold earring was secure, and a pink tank top underneath her chestplate.

Tora chuckled. "You're a typical ape."

Fasha scowled, rolling her eyes. "Oh, shut up," she said, "I don't see how you guys remember that stuff anyway, if anyone's more monkey than man it'd definitely be you."

"I'm with Fasha on this one," the third man of their party said with a softer but deeper voice than Tora. He was the biggest of the five with the width of one of the boulders surrounding them, with pale tan skin scarred on his forehead by three horizontal slash marks with a spiky black cul de sac around his egg-shaped head and small, brown eyes. He wore blue and black armor like Tora's, except he wore simple golden shoulder straps like Fasha rather than the extended shoulder pads. "Like a dream, ya kinda remember it all, but then it just slips away." He turned to the second largest man on the squad. "What do ya think, Shugesh?"

Shugesh snorted angry air out of his bulbous nose, rubbing a fresh, pink scar across his chubby, fair-skinned cheeks. Where the other big man was all muscle, he was all fat, with beady brown eyes, a thin fu manchu mustache and a black bowl cut. "I don't remember much, Borgos, but I do remember the little shit that gave me this." He wore the padless blue and black armor like Fasha and Borgos, but it was apparent that he took more hits than the others.

Fasha pointed with her thumb to the fifth soldier laying on his back on the ground, staring up at the blue sky. "Bardock says he remembers everything."

Tora laughed. "Don't make me laugh, Fasha, but-"

"But you're laughing now."

Fasha and Tora stared at each other in the awkward silence for a moment as the wind blew some of the dust around the crater their squad sat in. "Bardock might remember every second of every battle, but he seems to remember nothing of his personal life," Tora continued, looking down at the fifth man and the leader of their squad. He was a tall and muscular man with tan skin and wild, moderately long and spiky, black hair all over his head. His intelligent, dark brown eyes met Tora's in a bored, passive expression, as if what the other Saiyans said had no effect on him whatsoever. His armor was the same as Borgos and Shugesh, but where it was gold strips of scuffed metal on their shoulder straps, stomach, and waist guards with long, half ovular plates extending to just above the knee, it was bright green. He wore red wristbands as well, with a faded scar in the shape of a thick, tilted "X" on his left cheek just below his eye. Tora never knew how he got it. "Allow me to demonstrate: Bardock! Do you remember the day your second son was born?"

Bardock looked up at the sky, fidgeting with a straw made out of a local crop between his teeth and his head in his hands in a relaxed pose. "No," he said with a deep, natural growl to his voice that unintentionally demanded authority, "but that was a long time ago."

Fasha smirked at the skyward staring Saiyan. "No it was not, you lazy bum," she said. "Yesterday? Come on, you need to see the little tyke. You'll have enough time to see him before our next assignment."

Bardock spat the straw out. "Nice," he said with bleeding sarcasm. "Father-son bonding." He sat up, rolling his shoulders back to hear them crack. "Why should I? They'll just send him away like the last one."

Fasha shook her head. "Bardock, you're too much."

Shugesh looked around at the devastation with a scoff. "Why are we fightin' for this dump anyway, is Frieza outta his tiny little mind or somethin'?"

"He always has been," Bardock said, looking around for something or someone else to break the silence they left in their wake, "but this planet must have some special energy, or so I've heard."

"I've heard the same thing," Tora said playfully, "you're supposed to be able to develop psychic powers if you live here long enough, like being able to read minds and see the future and stuff like that."

Bardock rolled his eyes. "Frieza's such a paranoid freak. The Green Lanterns would have been all over this planet if that were true, granted that wouldn't have made our job anymore difficult. They won't go anywhere near this side of the western quadrant ever since Frieza took us down."

"Sometimes I wish they would," Tora said, "I'm getting kinda bored of dealing with planet accruement."

"Same shit," Fasha said, "different colored stain, am I right?"

"You know something," Tora said, "the guys with the flowing capes, Zarbon, Dodoria, Frieza, all of 'em, they're scared of us. Kanassa's been in the mission pool for months, none of Frieza's precious elite would take it, so Bardock takes us and we take it overnight as a bunch of low levels. If we were to rise up, maybe join with the young Prince and his crew and really give it to them, we'd stop Frieza bossing us around by the time he put his lipstick on."

The group laughed except for Bardock who simply let out an amused snort. He felt uneasy and on edge from the eerie silence. Moreover, he was feeling watched. His suspicions were confirmed by a sudden explosion of sound from the piles of rocks behind them, revealing a tall, amphibious soldier with scaly blue skin, fishy lips, enraged purple eyes and wearing a light purple uniform under a black chestplate. He let out a shrill cry with a deep, hoarse voice, sending chills down the five soldiers' spines. "I wish you bastards could read minds so you could have heard the thoughts of my people as you slaughtered them!"

Bardock hopped to his feet first, taken off guard by the sudden burst of speed from the warrior daring enough to fight all of them at once. Bardock fell into fighting stance and darted forward with incredible speed of his own, swiping through the air as his opponent had vanished before his eyes. "What the-" A sharp, burning pain unlike anything he had ever felt before surged from the bottom of his neck through his spine, making him fall forward with an excruciating rake dragging itself all the way down his back and up into his brain. His face felt hot and his vision rattled, seeing multiples of every object that he stumbled over to make him fall flat on his face.

"Kill the bastard!" Shugesh barked, flying into the warrior with a side kick that planted him into the side of the crater.

Tora aimed his palm at the warrior's back. A white ball of glowing energy formed from nothing, and Tora sent it to finish off the opponent. It hit head on, but the warrior persevered, turning around and pulling himself from the rock. His entire aura grew white, bathing him in a bright, purifying light.

Bardock's body weighed a ton. He fought through the pain, pushing himself to his hands and knees. "What did you do to me?!" he said through grit teeth.

"I have transmuted your destructive force into a more tolerable energy," the warrior announced to Tora, stepping forward slowly. "Soon, you will all die."

Bardock felt the pain subside long enough to raise his head in defiance. "Maybe you will, but not us!" He aimed his hand at the warrior's head with a blue ball of the same energy floating just in front of his head. "Here, I'll show you-"

"Wait!" the warrior demanded, raising a shaky finger toward Bardock. "You have come here seeking psychic powers, so I must tell you that you now have what you seek, for I have given it to you." Tora wanted to laugh. "Bardock, Saiyan of Planet Vegeta, its last son."

"He's trying to read your mind, Bardock," Tora joked, his laughs stifled when the rest were not laughing with him.

"What do you mean by that?" Bardock asked. "Tell me now!"

"Frieza will never attain this gift, now that it is yours," he replied, beginning to laugh with a broken wheeze, "now go! See the horror of your people's end, just like I had to!"

Bardock cut his haunting laughter short with a blinding, blue phaser shot from his hand, covering him entirely until he was a burning carcass. "Instant barbecue," Shugesh said, "I wonder if he tastes as weird a he sounded. You want first bite, Bardock?"

Shugesh didn't receive an answer.

"Hey, Bardock," Shugesh said, waving his hand in front of their leader's face. "You there?" Bardock's eyes rolled into the back of his head and Shugesh jumped as he fell on his face again.

Fasha looked down in slight surprise. "I guess not."

"Don't tell me that little hit finally took ya out," Borgos said, leaning down to pick him up.

Shugesh didn't show much empathy, looking down almost in disappointment. "Poor bastard."

The first sensation Bardock felt was that he was wet. He couldn't open his eyes yet, he couldn't even move his fingertips, but he could hear. He figured this is what happened after he got hit in the head, like his brain was on stun. "If he keeps this up," a muffled voice said, "he's going to become stronger than King Vegeta!"

Another muffled voice chuckled. "No kidding," he said, "Bardock only comes back from missions half dead. The guy really earns his keep around here. The guy's surely impressive, and a bit of a legend around the barracks."

"The guy's batshit crazy," the first voice said. Bardock could make out that it was a bit scratchy. He recognized it, but kept his eyes closed, not that he could open them anyway. The fluid he was surrounded by was cool, soothing on his head and back that still ached from… he didn't know how long he was out for. Most importantly, he knew that he was alive. "A low level like that, taking on Kanassa with a crew of grunts without any backup, this'll be the story of the week."

The voices were quiet for a moment, with only a rhythmic beep of a heart monitor in the background. "I believe he should be retested," the second voice continued, sounding older than the first. "His mental and physical capacity rivals the elites. He's being wasted on accruement duty."

"Most Saiyans are, Planthorr," the scratchy voice said. "They've got the higher-ups more worried than the body changers."

"Isn't one of them running that new special task force?" Planthorr asked.

"How's he doing, Malaka?" Tora's voice said.

The scratchier voice responded. "Physically, he's better than ever. Mentally, I'm not so sure. His brain EEG has fluctuated from his prior readings, but that is normal for a period following a mild traumatically-induced physiological disruption of brain function."

"He's the scientist, not us," Shugesh said bluntly.

Malaka sighed. "He hit his head, but he'll be okay."

"I guess I'm on lead until he recovers," Fasha said. "We have a mission to complete."

"Goodbye, old friend," Tora said, leaving Bardock in silence again.

Another voice soon took its place with a shrill, high pitched, baby's cry that made his brow furrow from the aggravation that he felt before. His eyes started twitching from the noise, and his heart monitor reflected it.

"Good morning, Bardock," Malaka said.

Something else disturbing assaulted a different sense. A red planet surrounded by starry darkness flashed into his mind, dissolving into dust as fast as the vision came. "It looks like neither of us are enjoying this, kid," he said to himself, the vision replaying in his mind over and over again with each repeat bringing a sharper clarity. "Is that... Vegeta? It looks like what the guy on Kanassa said got to me after all."

The vision changed sharply, with him sitting in a round, podular ship staring out the window at two others. Worry and despair attacked him from both sides as the two ships flew in separate directions toward a blue and green planet, with his diving headfirst into the sea. The water around him felt heavier the longer the visions drowned him, showing him images of his squad laying dead among Kanassans and legions of other dead soldier under a pair of boots he recognized. The vision changed again and he gasped for breath, looking down in his arms and bearing the spitting image of himself wailing wildly with a headwrap over his hair in sync with the cries of the child forcing him awake. He felt calmer in this vision, but still shaken by the stark change. The baby melted in his arms and he looked up, seeing the figure of a woman walking into the narrow, black hall. "Bardock?" she said with a voice he didn't recognize. "Are you okay?"

The woman figure grew in size and expanded, morphing into a green, man-beast that howled as he charged toward him, leaving Bardock with only the dead, red eyes of a soulless opponent and his symbol emblazoned on his chest and forehead: three glowing purple circles arranged in a "V" connected by thin lines. "Who are you?! Get away from me!" Bardock punched through him but his fist was caught by his spitting image, young and strong with a completely different form than the evil that assaulted him earlier.

Bardock's younger copy laughed with a friendly, easy going voice, looking up at him with the innocent, wide eyes that did not belong to his people. "Here I come!"

"What does this mean?" Bardock said, ducking a kick and flipping back, staring face first into a sparkling blue wave of death. "What does any of it-"

The boy appeared above him with his leg cocked back, smiling at him in the thrill of the fight. "Get him outta there!" the boy said with Malaka's voice, landing the kick to the head.

Bardock yelped in surprise and his eyes flew open. His other senses returned with a slight buzz, and he wasted no time in ripping off the monitor stickers. He was cold from the water in the tank the two doctors had placed him in to recuperate, looking down he realized he was naked too. "Don't look!" Bardock shouted, pushing open the hatch and gasping for breath. He coughed some water up from his lungs, leaning forward and feeling dizzy.

"Take it easy, Bardock," Malaka said, "you of all people should know what happens after an emergency clear from a recovery booth, especially being in there for a whole two days."

"Two days?" he said, trying to regain his composure.

"Your blood pressure shout through the roof just then," Planthorr said, "you must have had one hell of a nightmare."

"I wasn't asleep," Bardock said, stepping out and covering himself with his hands. "I was in some hyper cortisol induced sleep paralysis, but it felt more real than some of my field assignments."

Planthorr handed him his clothes. "Take it easy for awhile, Bardock. That was probably a normal episode exacerbated by the head trauma."

"Whatever spooks you is reason to take caution," Malaka said.

Bardock fastened his headgear to his face. "Is this Scouter calibrated?"

"You can't go back out there just yet," Planthorr said, growing annoyed by the Saiyan refusing to turn around to look him in the eye, "are you even listening?"

"I've taken worse beatings," Bardock said dismissively. "Where are the others?"

"Sent to Planet Meat," Planthorr said in defeat, "by Frieza himself."

Bardock's face lit up. "Frieza himself, huh? Either this is some kind of trick, or maybe we're getting some recognition after Kanassa. In any case, I'd better be on point, my rep can't afford my squadron screwing things up again."

"Wait! You can't go!" Malaka shouted behind him as he walked out of the clinic. "You're not cleared for combat yet!"

Bardock raised his hand in a wave as he walked past the examination tables, heading past the nursery rooms down a narrow hallway with pink tiled floors and white walls. The shrill cry he heard before roared back to life, this time at double the intensity. "Oh no, not again!" he said in apprehension, turning toward the source and letting out a sigh of relief. "Good, this one is real," he said, seeing the baby in his "dream" through the glass in a round crib wailing by himself. He was a healthy child, the spitting image of his father with a brown, furry tail that slapped the bed in discontent. Bardock was astonished by the volume. "I wonder how the babies next to him aren't going crazy," he said, "lungs of steel, that one has." As he stared into the crib, the last words of the Kanassan lingered in his head.

"For I have given it to you…" it whispered, flashing images of the planet he stood on turning to ashes yet again before Bardock's eyes. "...your people's end…"

The bright flash of the planet's final moment blinded him, and upon blinking the spots away, he set his sights on the nametag at the edge of the crib. "Kakarot, huh?" he said, smiling in disbelief as the crying subsided with the visions. "Like father, like son," he said, "good thing you're too young to remember this." His Scouter beeped with yellow letters flashing in the corner of the eyepiece. "An average power level?" he said with a scowl, looking down at the child and remembering the kick in the head from the vision. "Maybe it was just a dream after all," he said with slight disdain, running off through a maze of corridors until he walked into a large hangar bay where hundreds of soldiers flying cramped, gray, podular vehicles with red cockpit windows bustled in and out of the station looking out over the metropolis built in the rocky landscape and extending high above the white clouds under the bright red sky. He took the nearest pod, nodding to the man standing at the end of the flashing runway directing the flux of spacecraft moving to and from the base. "Come on," he grumbled, impatiently gripping the control sticks on the leathery armrests. He ignored the hand from the director, slipping in between two exiting spacecraft and rocketing through the city where soldiers and civilians alike flew, walked, and drove on all levels of the streets between the skyscrapers. "I have a planet to take down to stick it to the pieces of shit at the top," he stated impatiently, rocketing through the sky and into the final frontier.

He looked back at the planet as red as it was in vision, his confidence shaken by the events from earlier. He half expected it to explode, and a tiny voice mimicking the Kanassan's voice in the back of his head told him that it would. Another voice told him to get back down there, take his son and run, but he shut both of them up.

"Psychic powers," Bardock scoffed. "Such bullshit."

SO

AS YOU CAN SEE IT'S GOING TO FOLLOW BARDOCK THE FATHER OF GOKU FOR THE FIRST FEW CHAPTERS

WHAT CHANGES/TWISTS DID YOU NOTICE IN THE VISION? WHO WAS THE WOMAN? THE MAN WITH THE PURPLE SYMBOL? THE BOY? WHAT WILL BARDOCK FIND ON PLANET MEAT? IF YOU HAVE ANY OTHER PREDICTIONS/THOUGHTS, PLS REVIEW/PM!

A/N BELOW:

YA BOI IS BACK TO ENHANCE (OR RUIN) YA TWO FAVORITE FRANCHISES, DBZ AND JUSTICE LEAGUE

A COUPLE THINGS ABOUT THIS FIC:

-THIS IS NOT RELATED TO THE NEW FACE OF JUSTICE IN ANY WAY, MAYBE SOME OF THE CHARACTERIZATIONS AND SUCH WILL BE THE SAME, BUT WE HAVE NEW FACES, MORE PROMINENT ROLES OF DIFFERENT HEROES, ETC.

-AS SUCH, SINCE THE NEW FACE OF JUSTICE PROMINENTLY FEATURED WONDER WOMAN, HER FAMILY, AND ROGUE'S GALLERY, THIS ONE IS GOING TO FEATURE SUPERMAN AND HIS FAM/ROGUE'S, WITH AN UNDECIDED JL CROSSOVER FOCUSING ON BATMAN DROPPING THIS WINTER

-KAKASHI GA KILL AND LIVING THE PAST WILL BE FINISHED THIS YEAR DAMN IT SO DW

-THE POWER LEVELS IN THIS ONE WILL BE DIFFERENT THAN IN MY OTHER DBZ STORIES, IE SUPER SAIYAN ONE WILL BE OP AS ALL FUCK

-THIS ONE IS RATED T, SO NO LEMONS, BUT ALL THE OTHER GRIT OF BARDOCK STEPPING IN ASSES WILL REMAIN

-DRAGONBALL MINUS WON'T BE A THING HERE. BARDOCK: THE FATHER OF GOKU ALL DA WAY BABY

-NAMEKIANS AND HUMANS FROM Z WILL GET A BIG BUFF, NAMEKIANS WAY MORE THAN HUMANS OFC, BUT SAIYANS AND KRYPTONIANS WILL STILL EDGE IT OUT IN STRENGTH

-SOME CHARACTERS WILL BE OLDER THAN HOW THEY ARE PORTRAYED/IMPLIED IN THE EPISODE OF BARDOCK, FOR EXAMPLE RADITZ WOULD BE 10 or 11, VEGETA WOULD BE ~16 INSTEAD OF LIKE 6, NAMEKIANS WOULD MATURE FASTER, ETC. SAIYANS AGE SLOW ANYWAY SO IF THERE ARE ANY *PUSHES UP ANGRY REVIEW TYPIN' GLASSES* INCONSHISHTENSHIES THEN WELP THEY'D LOOK THE SAME.

-NO HAREM. NO HAREM. MAYBE HE'LL HAVE A FLING OR TWO, BUT NO HAREM. NNNNNNNNNO. NO.

-THANKS TO MY READERS WHO'VE STUCK WITH ME FOR SO LONG, YOU WON'T BE DISAPPOINTED FAM AND I HOPE THIS ONE DOESN'T TAKE FOR YEARS

-THANK EVERYBODY FOR READING. CH. 2 WILL BE UP SOON