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[unwillingseer]

Who: Bardock and ALL OF YOU.
When: Sunday, May 27th, late evening
Where: Plaza
Style: Whatever
Status: Open like my arms

[Two seconds ago, his vision had been filled with fire. He'd heard nothing but the dull roar of the ki blast that would kill him along with his race, and Frieza's manaic laughter.

His surroundings had changed as quickly as the blink of an eye, for that was all he did before becoming aware of three things: he wasn't where he had been just a split second before, he was soaking wet, and there were strange people staring at him--the bloodied man in broken armor.

Where the hell was Frieza? Where the hell was he?]

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[saiyan_prince]

[The feeling of someone with a decent amount of ki arriving in Vatheon has Vegeta there in an instant, looking down at his fellow Saiyan with confusion.

And a little recognition. Could this actually be the crazed man that had claimed he could see the future? Except... he wasn't crazed at all, was he? Frieza actually had destroyed most of the Saiyans.]

[unwillingseer]

[Oh see, now that it actually happened everyone believes him.

Bardock, unfortunately, hasn't learned how to sense energy, or even disguise his own. However, on high alert as he is, Vegeta's arrival doesn't escape his notice, and his eyes widen.

He'd be an idiot not to recognize the prince. Even though he'd been a child the last Bardock knew, and this was certainly no child in front of him. He must have survived the destruction.

It's a combination of shock and ingrained behavior that drives him to go down to his knee, bowing his head in proper deference.]

[saiyan_prince]

[To be fair, Vegeta (the younger) was never given a chance to hear him out directly. No, he'd been given to Frieza before the planet was endangered, pawned off for the safety of the race as a whole. If his people had survived, he wouldn't have even minded the exchange.

But they hadn't.

He looks down at Bardock in silence, wondering what would have happened if his father had believed this man.]

Rise.

[unwillingseer]

[...honestly they all probably still would've gotten killed, only in battle instead of annihilated by a cowardly strike from orbit. Though they might have had a chance.

But all that aside...he rises to his feet again as Vegeta told him to, steady on his feet much to his surprise. Not that he's showing that surprise, his face is a study in impassiveness.]

Prince Vegeta.

[saiyan_prince]

Are you still injured? That coral will heal you.

[He gestures to the Lamufao, carefully sensing Bardock's energy. Strange, he's a third class Saiyan, but his power level must be at least over 9,000... possibly over 10,000, even. Vegeta doesn't extend a hand down to help him up, that would be rude and suggesting that Bardock can't get up on his own. Instead, he just walks over towards the coral.]

What point in time are you from?

and I finally get to tagging back like I said I'd do forever ago

[unwillingseer]

I'll live.

[Surprisingly enough. Yeah.]

...Frieza's attack.

[There's nothing in his voice but anger. Cowardly bastard.]

[neededahand]

[A high power level is always going to call out to a Saiyan, even a half-Saiyan who hears not the song of glorious battle, but a simple death knell. Gohan approaches from an angle, from behind a shop, and suppresses his power level as soon as the coral is in sight. He probably ought to touch it, once he's--

--and he stops.

It's not his father. That much is obvious. He lacks Goku's gentleness, he lacks his ease. But it's like someone took the picture frame and changed the picture, because the outside details all line up, but the inside... the important part... is all different.

He's definitely a Saiyan. Gohan sees the telltale tail. At this point, there's no use hiding. Gohan squares his shoulders and approaches, walking as though into battle-- when approaching a Saiyan, you never really know.]

[unwillingseer]

[If Bardock ever released his tail from around his waist, it'd be thrashing in agitation. As it was, the snarl on his face was a dead giveaway to his mental state--confused, and therefore angry.

As if there was ever another default setting.

When he catches sight of Gohan, though, the anger drops for a moment to be replaced by pure shock. He doesn't know this man--that much is certain. But he's undeniably familiar, in the shape of his face and how he holds himself. The clothing he wears is also familiar--he saw it in one of those damn visions. On his son.

Who is this?]

...who are you.

[neededahand]

You're the stranger here. You tell me.

[Gohan remains as stiff and neutral, as in control and alpha male as he can.]

I know you're Saiyan.

[unwillingseer]

[Bardock is not particularly intimidated. He's fairly sure he's older than this upstart, if his thought process is correct he has to be, and can probably hold his own in a fight against someone with one arm. His scouter's gone and he doesn't know how to sense ki. Yet. :| He doesn't know how badly he'd lose.

His tail unwraps slowly from his waist, curling behind him, as if to confirm the trait that most easily gave his race away. It flicks for a moment or two before getting curled back where it normally rests.]

I don't think I'm the only one, boy.

[His expression isn't necessarily hostile, at that, but his mouth curves into a smirk. So in some way, his people survive...it's not particularly surprising, with the way Saiyan children are scattered to the stars. And with the way you look...it's a shot in the dark, but he thinks he knows where you came from. No one could say that he didn't know how to think logically.]

My name is Bardock. Unlikely that it means anything to you.

Now, I'm curious. Your father's name. What is it?

[neededahand]

[Gohan nods to confirm his assumption. It means nothing.

But he smirks slowly, because his father's name will also mean nothing to this guy.]

Son Goku.

[unwillingseer]

[But see he sees future things and he's pretty sure he knows who you really mean.

You have the family looks, boy. Not that it's saying all that much because half the Saiyan race looks fairly alike, but. It's the smirk. Bardock snorts.]

So Kakarot took a different name then. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised.

[ihadahole]

[Hey Bardock, hope you like robots, because Legion is coming over to check out the new arrival.]

Status report?

[unwillingseer]

[Can't say he has many feelings on them either way.]

You tell me.

[Stupid bag of bolts.]

[ihadahole]

[Legion is silent for a moment.]

There is most likely a doctor or a clinic around here to treat any injuries.

[Not that they...know where it might be.]

SORRY all kinds of late tags up in here

[unwillingseer]

I'm not that easily broken.

What is this place?

It's cool /o/

[ihadahole]

This city is known as Vatheon. It's location is currently unknown in relation to our previous coordinates.

[unwillingseer]

[Well he's going to guess it's not in civilized space.]

Vatheon. And where were your 'prior coordinates'?

[vulgarwoman]

[Things Bulma was not expecting to see going out to the Plaza today: a beaten down man sure was one of them. Especially not one that looks like Goku. She almost calls out to him, asking what happened, but then she realizes he's wearing armor (albeit broken) and stops.

Oh no, this man is definitely not Goku. Probably another family member coming along to kill them all like Raditz did. But still...he's hurt and his similarities to her late friend really trouble her.]

Hey--you should touch the coral before doing anything else. You'll feel better. [Even with the--err--state it's been in lately.]

[unwillingseer]

[The voice is unfamiliar, but when Bardock turns to ascertain its source, the face isn't. He's seen this woman before, and the confusion on his face is plain as day. She had been with his son, in a vision.

Or maybe he was going mad. Or both. Normal, sane people didn't see things. Right?

...she'd told him to touch the coral. Did it have healing properties? Or was she trying to trick him?

...he'd take the chance. If he was going to be in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by potential enemies, he wanted to be at full strength.

Without responding verbally, he reaches out to lay a hand on the coral's surface.]

[vulgarwoman]

...Who are you?

[Blunt, uncalled for, totally rude. Nobody ever said Bulma was a diplomat to Saiyans.]

[unwillingseer]

[You say that as if the Saiyans aren't generally blunt and rude themselves. Bardock looks at her levelly, assessing if she poses a threat--after having Fasha in his crew, he knows better than to assume she's not due to being a woman, like.some other Saiyans might.]

...Bardock.

[His head tilts slightly. He's pretty sure what you're really after. But he's not going to volunteer it unless you ask.]

[vulgarwoman]

[Yep, totally a Saiyan. A lot older than Goku as well, given the weathered look. It's weird seeing Goku's face looking so stern.]

Does the name Raditz mean anything to you? Or maybe Kakarot? [Frankly she's surprised she even remembered the name Raditz called Goku, it's such a mouthful.]

[windfang]

[ It was no less than a few hours ago since Yasha first awoken here in the streets of Vatheon. Not too long ago he found himself in Bardock's predicament, confused and alone. Yet in less than a day, the Demigod managed to gain some ground in this mysterious city. He explored all that he could, nearly using the last restraints of his power to see all what Vatheon had to offer. Now tired and if not a tad haggard looking, the deity decided to return to the plaza.

The celestial glow of the Lamufao haunted him as he passed by, nearly mocking Yasha with its ethereal shine. Aimlessly walking down the street in search for lodging for the net, Yasha stopped abruptly once he caught sight of a rather peculiar man. ]

...Hm?

[ Just like him, this man was a newcomer to this realm. The drenched clothing was a telltale sign of that truth. ]

Are you well?

bluh bluh all the late tags.

[unwillingseer]

[Well after all that business he has a towel at least, but armor takes a while to dry out and he just can't be assed to speed up the process. It's not like he'd catch a cold or anything.

...what is with everyone and talking to him today this is more conversation than he usually goes through in a month and he doesn't really feel like talking anymore. Fuck. Looks strong though.]

Well enough.