Soon 3 years passed.
Bardock was in the middle of his healing session. Not a single day, not a single moment, passed without him fighting. He battled enemies daily, but his greatest fight was always with himself—his healing, his mind, his training.
He constantly heard voices, whispering that he was a killer. That didn't bother him; he knew what he was. What disturbed him were the voices that screamed: "YOU ARE WEAK! YOU ARE SLOWING HIM DOWN!IF YOU DIE HE BECOMESSTRONGER!"
The more he killed, the more voices rose. His mind teetered on the edge of madness, reflected in his fighting style. Even as he became angrier, he remained efficient—unlike low-class Saiyans, he didn't play with his prey or take unnecessary hits to "show off" his Saiyanity. He took the smallest wounds needed to counter and kill, yet thousands of tiny cuts could fell a giant.
Even the aliens learned his style quickly. Bardock had become the planet's number one enemy. The bounty on his head skyrocketed. The Oionians adapted: they amassed larger groups and relied heavily on ranged weapons, often coated with poison. Their poisons were crude—made from what they knew would weaken or kill if ingested—but effective enough to hinder his healing.
After every major battle, Bardock had to recover for 2–3 days before he could fight again. He only trained when he was at least half-recovered, which slowed his progress slightly. Still, through a combination of ki control and physical training, he advanced fast enough that anyone who found him unprepared could die instantly.
Currently, his power level was a staggering 8,800—a roughly 3,500-point increase. He was the third strongest being on the planet. The Oionians had two leaders: the Tribe Leader, who trained troops, and the Cult (Sect) Leader, who planned tactics and organized hunting squads. They were of the same bloodline and had no infighting.
Despite killing countless warriors, Bardock felt the constant pressure of a ticking clock above his head. He was frustrated that he couldn't gain Zenkai boosts from poison—it only activated under true life-or-death stress or extreme external pressure, unlike Gravity training. The absence of a moon made matters worse. This planet was a trap, designed to weaken him and, indirectly, threaten his brother. Nothing was more dangerous than a strong family—especially strong brothers.
He decided: today, he would exterminate all weaker life. After healing, he would prepare for the final battle against the remaining Oionians. He ate the food he had stolen during his last crusade, stretched to feel his body, and resolved that it was time to act.
Bardock flew toward one of the remaining cities, killing warriors and civilians alike. Soon, the city was cleared. It always followed the same pattern: he eliminated the weaker warriors and civilians first, then they send the strongest squads. Over and over, he repeated this process.
He could never understand how they treated their people as pawns. If he were leader, he would rather die fighting than wait until nothing was left to protect or rule.
As expected, the battle changed. The Tribe Leader appeared, hiding in the shadows, his power level nearly equal to Bardock's. There was no luxury to choose the timing of this fight—he had to act now. The Tribe Leader screamed words Bardock already knew: something like "pussy."
Other words followed, incomprehensible to him. Bardock ignored them and immediately slaughtered the Tribe Leader's weaker soldiers—There were around 30 on Leader's side—while 40 more waited in ambush with the Sect Leader. He continued his merciless slaughter. Voices pierced his mind again as cuts formed on his body. Despite growing angrier and crazier, he was far from brainless.
He applied a cream he had developed from a type of grass with healing properties to stop bleeding. He had discovered the cream after kidnapping a civilian while poisoned five times. Realizing he needed to stop bleeding during battle to maintain healing, he forced an Oionian child which came too near his base to produce a crude antidote. The mixture had too much water, so Bardock ended the child's life swiftly, without much pain. He refined the recipe himself, creating a cream that stopped bleeding and slightly boosted healing—though poison still limited its use.
As for the fight, he quickly cleared the weaker opponents. His knife was nearly useless against those with power levels above 500, but he adapted, slaughtering efficiently. He even managed to injure the Tribe Leader. His enemies were fiercely loyal, almost brainwashed, throwing themselves at him. Bardock, using ki-enhanced fingers, chopped them aside.
Soon, the Sect Leader joined the fray. He hadn't anticipated his brother and his elite guards being so eazily handled. Even in his crazed state, fear touched Bardock—he had expended too much ki to deal quickly with the leaders and their elite troops. He now had to fight both injured and fully healthy opponents.
Bardock grabbed two spears—one in his hand, the other with his tail. He practiced a fighting style called the Monkey's Tail Dance, where the tail was used as aggressively as any limb it was made and used by his brother. Against weaker opponents, it provided huge returns with minimal injury.
The massacre continued: four aliens fell to two slashes. He struck swiftly while enemies were distracted by the injured. Soon, the fight escalated to a critical point: if the aliens lost, their species could be wiped out. If Bardock died, Vaske would be enraged—both sides carried massive risks, differing only in motivation.
More he fought, more he got injured, and more poison invaded his body. Voices continued to cloud his mind. His ki leaked, and he risked being overrun faster than anticipated. Injuries mounted; his healing cream dwindled. Half his body was covered, but his back bled uncontrollably, and his tail was occupied.
Suddenly, the resting Tribe Leader stood up and picked up spear which he then hurled with full ki support. Bardock barely sensed it. His tail attempted to block, but it only deflected the weapon slightly. The spear cut his biceps, ripped across his cheek, and tore his ear. Blood filled his mouth from hole on his cheek. Without healing cream, survival was uncertain. Poison blocked recovery for thirty minutes. Escape was the only option.
Bardock turned and fled at full speed. The King prepared to throw another spear, but Bardock unleashed multiple ki blasts as diversions. Spears flew behind him. Armor shattered, flesh ripped. He screamed, gathering every ounce of remaining ki. Slowing momentarily from blood loss, he launched a red ki ball that killed six pursuing warriors and injured others. Spotting a river, he dove in, submerging and flying against the current without breaking the surface.
Three pursuers went upstream, the others following the main river. Bardock's ingenuity mirrored Saiyan cunning; he hid in plain sight, using ki to stop his wounds from bleeding while channeling his strength. His lower back bore a grievous wound from a spear thrown by someone weaker than king, but it was still dangerous for his back that was unprotected at that moment. Expect the minimal amount of armor, which was already torn from all cuts and slashes on it.
As his ki began to fade, he hid inside a thick tree, positioning himself to minimize blood loss. The three pursuers drew closer, sniffing for traces. Bardock slept for forty minutes, blood loss slowed, but he needed massive caloric intake to heal fully.
The aliens detected his presence via scent. They sent a message, wanting all glory and rewards for themselfs. Then they detonated the tree. Bardock sensed it with ki and wiggled free just in time.
Three Oionians attacked again. Bardock, weaker but still formidable, he stole a spear from them. Every movement was careful; even a small artery wound could kill him without healing cream. Using raw strength and ki, he overpowered the three warriors (PL 5600–5900) they started feeling fear gripping their hearts. Fear induced mistakes. He killed two instantly; the third tried to flee but was Bardock did what king did to him. He threw spear with all his strenght and ki support,alien got pinned by a spear to anoter tree. Bardock went closer to him and broke his neck, but he didn't drop his body instead he began eating him raw.
As he finished the third. Reinforcements arrived just as he regenerated some ki. Bardock went into direction in which he could circle them and return to battlefield. When he was back at the battlefield they had their final battle, he picked up a body mid-flight and began eating while approaching the city. He carried bag with 4 saibamen seed. Luckily bag survived onslaughter of Oionians. Saibamen he carried were fastly planted infront city and entered the city with him, continuing the slaughter.
The city was cleared. The strongest warrior (PL 4900) fell without difficulty. Bardock's two Saibamen handled the rest. Bardock didn't stop eating anything that came under his hands. It was mostly alien meat but also any food found in homes.
He prepared a trap for the returning army. Using the smelless Saibamen and bodies of Oionians, he hid saibamen under all corpses he gathered at biggest house in city. He put bodies at center and drew big circle around bodies with blood, then he placed big stone tablet at the place where if anyone went close to it would turn back to corpses. Saibamen would strike and self-detonate. He wouldn't know if his trap worked beacuse he had to flee from this damn city.
For last time he surveyed his work from above. Seeing no flaws, he flew toward his base. Halfway there, he suddenly felt his heart tighten and he coughed violently, spitting blood, and began to fall into a forest. Darkness overtook his vision.