Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Courting Vegeta ❯ Enter Raditz ( Chapter 1 )

AN: This is an AU/AR. In the two first chapters will be shown how Goku meet Raditz and Vegeta. They may seem very in character, but in following chapters this may change. So expect OOC and even fluffiness, at least from Goku. So the two first chapters are just to show in which differs this alternate reality from the canon.

There’s one thing I want you to decide with your votes:
Do you want this to be a M-Preg fic? I’m tempted to do a M-Preg but it depends on what you decide. I must warn you that if the yes wins, the pregnant one will be Vegeta. Of course the pair will be Goku/Vegeta.

So tell me if you want a preggie Vegeta or not.

COURTING VEGETA

1- Enter Raditz.

Raditz stepped out of the space pod and stretched out his body, to shake off the numbness that usually took hold of his muscles after a long journey in hibernation. Then he looked around briefly. The place had great potential, there would be a high reward for this planet. He sighed, he wasn’t there in a purging mission and much lesser to admire the views. Vegeta, the proud and arrogant prince of all saiyans, had ordered him to find his little brother and persuade him to join forces with them, as mercenaries serving under Frieza.

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For years Raditz had been denied permission to search for his sibling. Vegeta had refused alleging that not having accomplished his task to conquer earth, it could only mean two things: Or he was dead or he was a coward traitor. Whatever the case, it would be a useless waste of time and energies to get embarked on such stupid mission.

But the surly prince had finally consented. They needed extra help now that their little team of three had been deprived of one of its members. Nappa, the fool, had gotten drunk and provoked one of the Ginyu’s henchmen. The stupid giant was no rival and in the blink of an eye he had been fried, his enormous body reduced to ashes.

The man with the massive mane switched on his scouter in search for the highest ki, which, supposedly, belonged to his brother, since the inhabitants of the planet had been categorized as one of the weakest races of the universe.

But, unexpectedly, he detected two powerful energies instead; though nothing impressive to saiyan standards.

The two signals were too close, fluctuating violently and intermittently colliding one against the other; seemingly engaged in a fierce combat.

As he blasted off into the sky one of the signals increased considerably and immediately the other diminished to an almost undetectable level. The battle was over. Radditz flew tracking that signal, surprised by the fact that the winner had the rare ability to raise his power level at will.

Only Frieza and his favorite, Zarbon, as changelings, were capable of something similar when they transformed their bodies to reach their highest power level. But it was unconceivable from a saiyan. Until now.

Suddenly, the remaining signal dramatically dropped down to zero. Radditz gasped partially shocked. Did that mean that his brother had thrown a kamikaze attack, dying to terminate his opponent? The alternative was incredible, but, if true, exhilarating: The man could not only raise his ki voluntarily, but to hide it, remaining invisible to the scouters or any other device. And if his brother was able to do it, that meant that any saiyan could, even himself.

He smirked with smug satisfaction, his little brother may not have a spectacular power level, but it seemed that he could be useful, after all.

Once Raditz arrived at his destination, two things drew his attention: The desolated landscape, with dramatic evidences of the battle all around; and a little group of pathetic creatures surrounding a much taller figure. His black spiky hair, unmistakable saiyan trade mark; irrefutable proof that he had found his brother.

“Your highness,” Raditz could communicate with the prince trhough the scouter. “I’ve found him. And he has the ability to control his ki at will, even to hide it.”

“I’ve noticed, fool. Don’t waste time trying to persuade him. Just bring him here, even if he refuses. I must learn that technique.” Was the command of the harsh saiyan.

When Goku sensed the high ki of the stranger, he gasped in shock. It was impossible that any creature could reach those levels. Then, with a serious and determined expression on his face, he walked towards the man, who was standing tall and defiant and with a smug smirk on his face.

“Who are you?” Goku asked, apparently unimpressed by the immense power and authority emanating from the bulky man.

“My name is Raditz. Don’t you recognize your own brother, Kakarot? ”

“Kakarot? I don’t know any Kakarot, you must have taken me for another person. My name is Goku and I have no brothers.”

“Goku, do you really know this man?” Chichi asked, holding tightly onto Goku‘s arm.

“Don’t trust him, Goku.” Krillin stepped forwards, till he was in front of Radditz. “You better leave us alone or I will have to teach you a lesson.” He exclaimed, raising menacingly his fist.

“No, Krillin, be careful.” But Goku’s warning came too late, Raditz slapped the bald man with his immense force, sending Krillin flying several meters away, till he plummeted onto the ground.

Goku charged against his supposed brother, but before he could deliver a blow something caught his attention: A furry appendage uncurled from Raditz waist, swaying back and forth.

The whole group looked at it openmouthed.

“You have a tail too!” Goku gawked, gasping in surprise.

“I’ve told you, now you have the proof that we’re brothers.” He looked at Goku up and down. “But where’s yours?” He asked flabbergasted once he realized that his brother didn’t have the appendage.

“I got rid of it long time ago and I don‘t regret it.” He responded, shrugging, not understanding why this rude warrior was making such a fuss of it.

“Stupid, our tails are one of the sources of our power. How can you repudiate your people like that? You’re a disgrace for our race.” Raditz’s eyes shone with a deep and potent wrath. As his prince, he carried a great proud about what it meant to be saiyan, nobody else was left to remember this race of powerful and fierce warriors. That’s why he despised and couldn’t understand his brother’s attitude.

“Still I can’t understand why don’t you remember your origins.” He said, with a pensive and serious look on his face.

“Maybe he got amnesia. Goku told me once that he had a scar on his head from an old injury.” Bulma said in a tremulous tone, her whole body shaking with panic.

“It’s that true?” Raditz asked looking intently at his brother.

“Yes, but it doesn’t prove anything. My granddad was a human, and so am I.” Goku replied, frowning, not wanting to believe the astounding revelation.

“Goku, you should know something your grandfather, my old friend Gohan, told me.” Master Roshi said, walking towards Goku, as the younger saiyan stared at him inquiringly.

“He confessed me that one day something fell from the sky in front of his little cabin. It was a space pod. And you were inside. Seeing that you were just a baby, he brought you to his home to take care of you. You were a very violent kid, till you suffer the accident in which your head was hard beaten. After that you became the affectionate and naïve Goku we all love.” Goku seemed a lost child for a moment, too many surprises, too many things he didn’t know about himself.

“Well, let me refresh your memory, then.” Raditz remarked, folding his arms defiantly. “You were born in a planet called Vegetasei, its inhabitants were fabulous and powerful warriors, the saiyans. Our planet was destroyed and only there are three of us still alive: The prince of our people, Vegeta, you and me.” The tone of his voice, though still menacing and potent, acquired tinges of melancholy.

“If that’s true, why was I sent here?” Goku asked, clenching his fists, thicks drop of sweat dripping from his forehead.

“You had a mission: to conquer this planet and exterminate its inhabitants. We served a powerful race of tyrants, the icejins. We conquer worlds to be sold at the highest bidder. The saiyan babies, as it was your case, were sent to conquer the weakest races.” He explained as some of the presents shivered in terror.

“Now that you know who you really are, I must take you with me. We need your help in our purging missions.” Raditz added, as rage and incredulity flashed through Goku’s face.

“You are a fool if you think I’m going to abandon my home. I don’t care whether you said it’s true or not. This is my planet, I ’m happy here, with all my friends. So leave us alone and don’t come back.” He looked Raditz in the eyes, his aspect as fierce and determined as his brother’s.

“Yes, go away. Goku belongs here, he even had risked his own life to save us.” Chichi shouted, glaring dangerously at the taller saiyan, and waving her fist determined to punch him if necessary.

“A feisty one, the way I like them.” Raditz replied, licking his lips as he looked at the audacious woman, amused and at the same time admiring her looks. Chichi couldn’t help the blush that tinted her whole face in a bright red. Then he turned to fix his gaze on his brother.

“My orders are to take you with me. Resistance is futile, my power level is far higher than yours.”

“I prefer to die than join a beast like you.” Goku’s tone of voice was harsh and confident, but deep inside he was afraid of this man.

Raditz edged closer and closer, slowly, with a malicious smirk on his face. And when he was just mere inches apart from Goku, he punched him hard in the stomach. Goku fell backwards, the force of the impact so immense

That he wasn’t able to stand up for some minutes. Meanwhile Chichi ran towards him.

“No, Goku.” She screamed, tears streaming down her face. “Help him, please.” She implored looking at Goku’s friends, who were paralyzed by fear. “This monster is going to kill him if we don’t stop him.” She added enraged at their cowardice.

“Don’t worry, Chichi, if he dies we can resurrect him with the dragon balls.” Oolong stated to console the distraught woman. The rest of them sent him a death-glare.

“Why are you looking at me like that.” He asked, confused.

“Idiot, now our enemy knows our secret.” Tenshiam exclaimed with anger.

Raditz gasped, flabbergasted at the revelation.

“What are those balls you were talking about? Come on, speak if you don’t want me to break your neck, you disgusting creature.2 He roared, grabbing the pig by his collar, constricting his throat. Oolong coughed, choking, as he tried to breath.

“Don’t kill… me, I’ll…spe…speak.” He managed to mutter, as he tried, without success, to get rid of the tight grip. Raditz finally let him go and wait some sconds till the pig caught his breath.

“There are seven spheres, called the dragon balls, which can granted almost whatever you wish.”

“Where are those balls?” oolong was panting heavily and Raditz was getting impatient.

“Come on, speak, or I will eat roasted pig for dinner.”

“We don’t know every time someone make a wish the balls flew in random and different directions and they remained hiden, inactive till one year pass.” Bulma explained rapidly to avoid that the frightened Oolong at least wouldn’t reveal the existence of the radar to locate them. Then she added, “The balls were used recently, so they won’t be ready to be used until another year have passed.”

“Is that true?” Raditz asked suspiciously, not trusting the blue haired woman.

“Yes” Goku replied still writhing on the ground with intense pain.

“Did you hear that, your highness.” Everybody looked at him with their eyes widely open as the man seemed to speak alone.

“He’s going nuts. I’m sure he has escaped from a mental hospital.” Launch murmured, still not believing the story the man had told.

“You, stupid, “ Raditz exclaimed, looking angrily at the blond woman, “I’m no madman. Through this device,” (he pointed at his scouter) “I’m communicated with my superior, he’s witnessing all that’s happening here.”

Meanwhile, Vegeta was exultant with maniac joy. Magical balls which granted wishes. A Machiavellian plan started to get form into his twisted mind: If those objects could make him immortal he would be the most powerful being in the galaxy. He could get what his heart had been yearning for, since he was a child: sweet revenge. He would kill the lizard and would rule the universe. He laughed maniacally, startling a bewildered Raditz.

“Your highness?” He asked , fearing that the prince had finally lost his head, he always had been so unstable…

“I’hese are your new orders: Remain in that blasted planet from hell, try to make friends with the natives and train your brother; maybe he will become a decent warrior. I will arrive there within a year, we must get those magical balls.” Raditz blinked several times before he processed the information. Then he looked at the stupefied creatures in front of him, wit an impish grin on his face. It may be fun and interesting, he tought as he focused his eyes hungrily on the intrepid dark-haired woman.