The three backed away slowly towards each other in fear. The wolves each moved towards the terrified fillies with foam leaking from their grey mouths. They were most definitely hungry, so what better thing to eat than three defenseless fillies?
"N-n-nice puppies." Applebloom said, shuddering in fear.
One of the Crusaders would've commented that the wolves were obviously not puppies, but their minds were too clouded by their fear to think straight.
The three kept backing up until each of their rumps hit a tree in unison, causing them to "eep". They now had nowhere to run, nowhere to go. They were too tangled in fear to think up an escape plan, or any kind of plan for that matter.
The wolves came to a stop and prepared to attack the three fillies. Scootaloo began to cry out an extremely loud cry.
Bardock slept in his dark cave while thinking about the events that had just occurred. The one that perplexed him the most was how Frieza's death ball even brought him here in the first place. It was impossible, even for Frieza, to create a rip in space-time. That brought up another question: Where or/and when was he?
As he thought this up he heard a shriek, and a cry from what sounded like was a little girl. Only it wasn't just one, it was several. Bardock was curious, so he decided to get up and investigate.
When he got to the mouth of the cave, he saw three fillies backed against a tree, and five wolves about to jump and kill each and every one of them.
He had to think fast, so he teleported to the one in the middle and punched it directly in the skull, shattering its bones and killing it. Bardock retracted his hoof and stood there, looking at the blood that wasn't soaked up by the earth.
Though with little time to react, another wolf from the left of the Crusaders attempted to pounce on Bardock. Though for Bardock, he had all the time in the world. He easily dodged it by vanishing. The wolf fell to the ground and got up. It looked to its right to find the rest of its pack to be lying in a heap of bloody bodies. It turned its attention forward and found Bardock floating upside-down and looking straight into the terrified wolf's eyes.
"Boo." Bardock said.
The wolf instantly fled into the woods almost as fast as Bardock could move.
Bardock giggled as he softly spun himself to his hooves. He then turned to the three petrified fillies standing with their flanks up against a tree. The each just stared ahead into space and breathed heavily. It wasn't surprising to see them like this after what they had just been through.
Bardock approached the three cautiously, he didn't want to put them in anymore shock than they already were. Then he thought of something: He never approached with caution, or try and help anyone or anything, or care about many lives in general. His entire life was filled with the death and despair of other species. The only people he really cared for were his team, and his race, and they were dead. They are dead.
Shoving that thought aside, Bardock decided to get back on the more important subject.
"Are you ok?" Bardock said.
Scootaloo broke from her trance first, she decided to speak up. "Y-y-yeah. W-were fine." She moved away from the tree and toward Bardock. "Who are you?"
"My name is Bardock. You three should get going, it's getting dark. I'd hate it for anything else to die." Bardock gestured to the piles of flesh, bone, and blood behind him.
Scootaloo took a moment to shudder before turning her attention back to Bardock. "Thanks Bardock. My name's Scootaloo. Can I ask you something?"
"No, but you can get out of here before it gets dark."
"How did you do all that? How did you fly when you don't have wings?" Scootaloo began to get excited, and race around Bardock asking a seemingly endless amount of questions.
"Listen kid, you need to get out of here before more wolves come here. I'd hate to have to scoop up a bunch of bits of flesh and bone that I won't be eating."
That was when Applebloom woke up. "Ah!!" Applebloom yelled, "What happened? Are we dead?"
Of course Scootaloo's response to this was, "How fast can you move? Can you teach me to do that? You are soooo cool! I mean, your still not as cool as Rainbow Dash, but still pretty cool!"
"Scootaloo, who is this?" Applebloom asked.
Scootaloo stopped in front of Bardock and faced Applebloom. "This is Bardock, he saved our lives with some sort of awesome magic!"
"You need to get-" Bardock looked up to see the night sky, and looked back at the two non-petrified fillies. "Grr. Look at that, it's dark. Now your going to have to walk in the dark!" Why do I even care? Bardock thought.
Scootaloo turned to Bardock. "Ooooor. We can stay in your cave!"
"No!" In that exact moment, a flash of lightning marked the beginning of a great amount of rain that instantly soaked Bardock, and caused his mane to cover is eyes. "Fine."
"Yes!" Scootaloo said with a hoof pump.
Bardock gestured toward the cave and said, "Just get in the cave.".
Applebloom grabbed Scootaloo, stopping her in her tracks. "Are ya sure we should trust a stranger?" Applebloom asked Scootaloo.
"Of course we can trust a complete stranger that just mutilated a couple wolves to save our lives." Scootaloo replied.
"Ah guess when you put it that way..."
"Great!"
Applebloom grabbed the statue of Sweetie Belle and followed Scootaloo and Bardock into the cave. Once they all got themselves situated near the fire, Scootaloo took notice of the gigantic corpse of a dragon behind them.
"D-did you kill that?" Scootaloo asked Bardock, sounding a bit scared.
Bardock was laying down next to the fire, staring into the wriggling flames. It reminded him of his race. How sometimes after a good raid on a planet, he and his buddies would have a good campfire to cook the meat they had just massacred. But look at him now, his heritage stripped from him in the form of a weak pony. Sure, he had his tail, but what else? Everything he had is dead. His life, his sons, his planet, his king. Was there any point now? What is the point now? Of course, there must be one.
"Bardock?" Scootaloo tried to get Bardock's attention, but he just stood up and walked to the mouth of the cave.
There went his saiyan pride in the form of a tear. He just let it go, falling like his race did. His old race did. Now he lived here, among the equine species. He wasn't even sure how he got here, saiyans were never much on the bright side anyway. There was more brawn than brain in his body. But of course that gave him assurance that there still was a little bit of saiyan in his body.
He sat, staring past the rain and into the moo-. No! He told himself, quickly jerking his head away. While his head was in this position, he looked at his monkey tail. He didn't know if he could still turn into the Ozaru if he stared at the moon too long. He didn't wan't those girls to die or get hurt.
Bardock took a deep breath through his nose before going back into the cave.
The first thing Bardock noticed was that the white one was unfrozen, and was rubbing her hoof on the dragon corpse's skin with the two other girls.
"Alright, it's time to go to bed." Bardock said.
The three turned to Bardock. "Aww, but why?" They each said in unison.
"Because it is. Just go to sleep."
"But-"
Bardock blew up the fire with an energy blast, extinguishing it, and filling the room with darkness.
"Fiiiiine."
"Do we have to sleep on the floor?" Scootaloo asked.
"Do I look like I have any pillows?" Bardock said.
"No..."
"Then go to sleep."
"Bardock, how did you get here?"
"Yeah, how did ya get here?" Applebloom said.
"I don't know, now fall asleep, I'm tired."
"What do you mea-"
Bardock growled at Scootaloo.
"Ok good enough."