Warchild Ch.1 pt.2
Bardock took a deep breath before he entered his house. On the flight home he had contacted Gine by his scouter and knew she would soon give birth. He had offered to send for the Welfare, but his mate had rejected this idea entirely on the ground that Raditz took care of her and she could send him for a midwife when her time had come. That stubborn woman! Bardock let out a scornful snort and prepared himself for whatever waited inside. It had been seven months since he had last seen his family.
He grabbed the handle and slid the door open. “I´m back!” he threw the bag with his belongings into a corner and moved up to the fireplace, where his mate tried hard to get up and welcome him. He could see that she had let herself go for a while. She looked unkempt and exhausted. It was obvious that the last days of the pregnancy had been hard. “Save the trouble, woman! You look miserable. Why didn´t you get any help? Would you risk our children´s lives because of your false pride?” his tail unwound from his waist and swang gently behind him - the only sign of joy he allowed himself to show.
Gine smiled bravely. “Oh thank you, dear, I missed you, too!” she had finally managed to get up. She made a few steps towards him and patted his cheeks before she embraced him. Their tails wrapped around each other, a gesture which was only appropriate for a committed relationship like theirs. Bardock was visibly uncomfortable but tolerated the gentle approach. After a few seconds he relaxed and wrapped his arms around her.
“Welcome back, Bardock.” she whispered happily. “How are you?”
“Hungry.” he snarled, letting her go. He took off his dirty, smelly armor and threw it in the same corner as the bag. Then he stood there, wearing only his boots and tight pants. Gine´s eyes inspected his buff upper body. There was a new scar that wound from the collarbone to the shoulder blade. It looked like he had been severely injured, and probably he had had no access to a healing pod. These medical machines, which resembled the nursing capsules, could heal almost any damage, the cell building healing liquid could even regrow smaller body parts like a finger or an auricle. But the pods where only available in the infirmaries on the Freeza planets or on some elite spaceships. The common people could only hope to make it to one or the other in time. It was not his death in battle that she feared most. At least she would draw a small pension in this case. But if he was damaged so badly that he couln´t recover and fight again, that would be a horror scenario. Not only would they lose their main income, but she would have to provide for a depressed and frustrated veteran who wouldn´t know what to do with his built-up energy. This really caused her anxiety. Bardock was a passionate warrior, one who had worked his way up and lived for battle. He only came home to get some rest after combat, and normally he left after a few days. She enjoyed his company while it lasted, but she also felt relieved whenever he went back to work. When he had to sit at home for too long, he was restless, bored out and insufferable. Most Saiyans were introverts who loved to be alone and couldn´t stand being around people for very long.
“Yeah, there´s a pot of soup on the table.” she answered his request. “Raditz made it according to my instructions.”
Bardock´s face darkened. “Raditz cooks.” he hissed. “Raditz cleans the house, Raditz takes care of you. What is he, a housewife?!”
“I thought he would benefit from taking responsibility.” Gine tried to defend herself. “What´s wrong about teaching him to fulfil his duty? This will be a huge part of his life one day! By the way, he does an excellent job. He´s a great help. The women from the Welfare do nothing but patronize me and scold me for being so weak. I don´t see how this would help me or the babies.”
“Well, if they did, then maybe you wouldn´t be hanging around the fireplace and teach your son to be a better woman than you. You are a grown up Saiyan woman, Gine, you should be able to handle both the house and the pregnancy.”
Bardock hadn´t risen his voice, but the words hurt Gine more than her tortured back. She lowered her head and let out and annoyed mumble. “So make sure the next child will be a girl.” she said softly.
He ignored her last sentence. “Where´s the boy, by the way?”
“I think he´s in the forest. When he´s done with his work he loves to roam the woods, observe the wild animals and daydream a bit.” Gine ducked instinctively, knowing her mate wouldn´t appreciate her answer. Well, she was right.
“So besides the housekeeping he´s out there hugging trees? You can´t be serious! What the heck have you been doing in the last four years? How can you allow him to become such a wimp? He should undergo combat training by now, most kids his age have completed their first missions already. He should prepare for life out there instead of hiding behind his mother´s skirt! You know exactly that he is doomed to be a warrior, so what are you waiting for?”
“Oh Bardock, he´s anything but a warrior! He´s too sensitive! He detests violence and death scares him greatly. Some weeks ago, he found a little dead creature in the forest and couln´t stop crying for days. It will break him if he´s forced to hurt anybody! There must be another way for him. He can be useful beyond the battlefield. He´s smart, he´s skillful, he´s strong, and… yes, he loves to care for others. He could do anything if it only didn´t involve killing people!” Gine tried to grab her mate´s hands, but he turned away and evaded her touch. He pulled his tail back around his waist.
“No, woman.” he said in a firm voice. “He is a Saiyan. He has been classified as a middle class fighter. If he was a weakling with a power level under 100, we could think of an alternative. But he is too valuable for the Empire. A Saiyan who doesn´t want to fight is mere trash for Freeza and is unlikely to survive for very long. I need strong sons who are able to defend themselves and you in case something happened to me. He will die if he doesn´t learn how to kill. You wouldn´t like that, would you?”
Gine gulped. “Of course not.”
“So it´s settled. It´s time I make a man out of him. I will put him to the test tomorrow. And now enough of that, I´m starving!” he turned towards the stockpot and sniffed curiously. “Let´s see if he´s at least a decent cook.”
Gine sat next to him and watched him inhale the stew within seconds. He couldn´t lower himself and praise his son´s cooking abilities, but his face looked quite satisfied. Now that he was no longer hungry, he would be much more accessible than before. It´s a dangerous place between a Saiyan and his meal, as the saying goes. Bardock rose from his chair and slowly went up to his mate with the trace of a smile on his face. He stopped behind her, let his hands slide along her neck down to her swollen breasts where he let them rest. His tail wrapped around her hips and hers reacted in the same way. Gine heaved a sigh when she realized how much she had craved his touch. Oh, she wanted him so bad, but her sore back and the giant belly would make it difficult, if not impossible. Bardock obviously noticed, too. “I would love to hump you here and now.” he whispered in her ear in a rough voice. “But I feel my sons would fight back if I tried. I guess I came home at the wrong time.”
She chuckled nervously, hoping he wouldn´t notice her relief. “Well, my dear, I do have some other useful skills to satisfy your needs. Do you want me to show you?” her hand groped for the bulge in his pants and started to stroke it carefully. He grunted agreeing and clinged even closer to her, breathing heavily. “Show me!”
At he very moment when Gine started to pull his pants down, the door slid open and Raditz stood before them in all his childish innocence. “What are you doing? Are you going to mate again, like the Karraks on the farm? But the babies aren´t even out yet, how is there room for a new one?”
His mother jumped up and blushed.
Bardock pulled up his pants and yelled at his first born: “Damnit you brat! Didn´t your mother teach you to knock first?”
Raditz ducked his head and stuck his tail between his legs, rolling the end firmly around his chubby thigh. “Sorry, father…” he mumbled.
“Hmph.” his father snarled. “Don´t ever do this again, got it? And to make sure you don´t forget it, you´ll go outside again and wait till I call you back in. But don´t move too far away, we need to talk later.”
The four-year-old didn´t need to be told twice. He hurried out of the house and closed the door thoroughly.
“That snotty brat!” Bardock grumbled more amused than annoyed. “Like the Karraks, where does that even come from?” he snickered. “Well, where had we got to?”