Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Raditz, the Firstborn Son ❯ King Vegeta's Boast ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: I don't own the Dragon ball/Dragon ball Z or Dragon ball GT characters that may appear in this fan-fiction, nor do I own any characters borrowed from other fan-fics (Namely Rashi and Diive) but I DO however own every single character created by myself. The story told in this fanfic takes place before the events of the dragon ball Saga.

 

Chapter 2:

King Vegeta's Boast

 

The air of Planet Vegetasei was thick with activity. Royal couriers soared the sky under the command of the King himself to spread the news of his mate's fertility. As word of this joyous event reached the ears of the four elders of the east, west north and south continents, they made haste to bring the word to the commoners. In the space of a few nights, the entire planet was in a joyous uproar, ecstatic that the king had produced an offspring even in his old age. The capitol city streets were filled with Saiyans of all sizes, and in the midst of the excitement, Bardock shoved his way through the massive crowd, with Celrazi close behind. Bardock's reputation as a fearless warrior and renowned scientist he accumulated years after Raditz's sendoff made it easy for him to cut to the front of the crowd, which was at the foot of the wide, stone stairs which led to the front gates of the palace. A cheer suddenly erupted from the crowd behind Bardock and Celrazi, and the crowd split in half. Celrazi didn't have to struggle to peer above the mass of wild hair and muscles within the crowd to see the four banners, each bearing the seals of the four continents, moving towards them from a distance. “The elders have arrived” she said quietly, full of pride for the eastern continent and it's elder as he, along with the other elders strode gallantly through the crowd, each accompanied by their own personal bodyguard.

The Elder of the east, known planet wide for his wisdom, wore a green sash around his ceremonial armor, which ran down to a long robe from the waist down. He strode alongside a large warrior, broad shouldered and a head taller than Bardock himself, with wild black hair that pointed in all directions. The elder of the south walked close behind, known as the only one who equaled the General of Vegetasei's army, Nappa, and second in strength only to the king himself. His red sash streamed behind him like a war banner, and his face marred with scars of battle, one that etched over his left eye indicating that he had seen many life or death battles. He walked alone, refusing the aid of a bodyguard since he was completely convinced that he could protect himself. The elder of the north, clothed with a blue sash, had milky skin, and was known for his beauty, as well as his cruelty. Behind him was a warrior, young in age, but of an incredibly high first class power level, barely falling under the elite class power level requirement. Celrazi noted him with awe. “That's Geroji, the prodigy...” she thought to herself as the boy strode by. Behind them followed a very old warrior, the Elder of the west. His kind and gentle nature as well as his clear sense of judgment and stern upholding of the law and customs of the Saiyans were reminiscent of the king himself. Behind him was a Saiyan wearing black armor, his beard was thick and full of hair, and his hair came down to his neck in a wild mass. He wore the same crest on his armor as the elder of the west, indicating that they were related in some way. When they had ascended the stairs to the palace, King Vegeta strode through the front gates to meet them, grinning to himself as the elders saluted him. As they all turned to face the crowd, the Saiyans assembled in the capital city erupted in a raucous cheer, throwing their arms high into the air. The king raised a gloved hand into the air after some time, bringing the crowd to quiet murmurs as fellow Saiyans wished to know if the scattered rumors were true.

“My fellow Saiyans…” the king began. “As you well know, I have fathered a child, the next in line for the throne of Vegetasei. His power is great indeed, and he shall soon succeed me and become the symbol of power for our entire race!” As he spoke, a beautiful woman stepped out from behind the king, holding a crying infant in her hands. As the people heard the cry of the infant, Vegeta threw his arms into the air and bellowed, “Behold the cry of a mighty Warrior, the dawn of the next Legendary one!” Instantly the crowd of Saiyans erupted in a jubilation that could be heard all around the city. The king stifled the celebration once more before continuing. “For those of you whose whelps were sent off on their infant missions five moons ago should be prepared for their homecoming. All infants sent to the Gurnac System should meet with colonel Diive, while those sent to the Walzrod system should meet with lieutenant Bakli. All of you are dismissed to go about your normal business.” With a graceful flick of his cape, king Vegeta turned to the four elders and beckoned them to follow. The massive crowd divided as quickly as it assembled, some going about their business while some entered the palace to receive the latest information from the two individuals mentioned by the king about their children that were sent off into space. Bardock and Celrazi made their way up the stairs slowly and quietly to the office of lieutenant Kajebe, the one who held the information concerning the fate of their son.

In the main lobby of the palace, Many Saiyan warriors along with their mates had assembled in the lobby but it was filled with an uncharacteristic silence. Bardock and Celrazi were in a corner, a little more secluded from the rest but still just as tense. Celrazi took note of Bardock's tail which slowly swished from side to side, the tip of it softly tapping against the hard stone wall. Celrazi wanted to calm her tense mate, but knew she would be looked upon with scorn by the other Saiyans in the room, and bring disgrace upon Bardock's head. As she stared helplessly at Bardock, a familiar face walked out into the middle of the room. “Bardock!” he shouted in jubilation, surprising both Bardock and Celrazi so badly that Bardock dropped into a fighting stance. Instantly, Bardock eased up and erupted in laughter as he approached the younger, slightly taller warrior. “Toma, how have you been?” He said as they grasped each other's forearms in greeting. Toma's chest puffed out as he replied, “my daughter is to return from the purging missions earlier than expected.” Bardock's eyes darkened slightly. “Congratulations…” he muttered quietly, filling his partner with uneasiness. “Hey, don't worry about your whelp I'm sure he'll be just fine” Toma assured casually, placing a hand on Bardock's shoulder. “If it helps, I could always go with you to see commander Diive…” Toma said, trying to calm his dear friend's tension. “Forget it Toma, its unnecessary” Bardock said with a nod, and strode past Toma. Stopping in mid stride, he turned to Toma and added, “by the way, I want you to assemble the rest of the squad, we've got an assignment.” He then walked away, with Celrazi walking behind him. Toma rubbed his arm and laughed heartily. “This is going to hurt…” he muttered to himself.

 

 

 

Zarbon strode into the training room dressed in a black jumpsuit. He wanted to get a decent workout, since he had been flooded with paperwork for weeks in a row. A large pink alien with spikes adorned on his head and forearms watched him carefully with a wide grin on his blubbery face. “So you showed up after all!” the alien said with scorn. “This'll be more fun than a barrel of saiyans!” Zarbon ordered the soldiers out of the sparring room with a stony glare. The tension only grew as each soldier exited the room; one after the other. When they had all exited, leaving the two super-elite warriors standing face to face, Zarbon rolled his arm casually and smirked at his pink companion. “Humph…it's about time I put this useless game to an end Dodoria, and see who is worthy to be Freiza's right hand. What was the score again, 39-40?” Zarbon teased as he eyed his fellow officer carefully, making note of every move he made. Dodoria growled indignantly, dropping into a stance which brought both his clawed hands into the air, one slightly above the other. “We'll see who the top elite in this army is,” Dodoria hissed through gritted teeth. Zarbon only took one step forward, his legs slightly spread with his shoulder pointing in the larger pink warrior's direction.

A smirk found its way across Zarbon's face before it turned into a stone cold glare, and he fizzled out of vision. To Dodoria's surprise, Zarbon faded into vision right beside him and launched a kick towards Dodoria's cheek, but he was also caught unawares as Dodoria brought one of his hands up and caught Zarbon's foot in mid flight. Before Dodoria could gloat, a groan of pain escaped his lips as Zarbon twisted with graceful accuracy and planted a free foot into his exposed gut. The moment of distraction allowed Zarbon to free his foot and push off of Dodoria's head, executing another graceful twist in midair and landing with a soft tap of his boot onto the hard ground. “My my Dodoria, you do try so hard at times…you should take a break if you need it, I'll wait for you” he taunted, straightening his green hair. Almost instantly, Dodoria's purple aura flashed around him, billowing like a burning flame around him and he vanished from Zarbon's sight. Zarbon felt a rush of wind as Dodoria phased into sight behind him, and was caught off guard with a feint to Zarbon's face followed by a fierce kick in the midsection. Zarbon squelched the pain effortlessly before letting his own aura flare around him. All of a sudden, Dodoria's movements became visible, and Zarbon was able to parry and deflect many of Dodoria's strikes. Soldiers watching through the windows watched in awe as the two warriors vanished, phasing in and out of normal vision while exchanging blows at lightning speed.

Almost as abruptly as the flurry started, it ended with Zarbon landing on both feet before falling to one knee, and Dodoria using his clawed hands to stop himself from skidding on the floor. Both eyed each other exhaustingly before Zarbon wiped the blood trickling from his lower lip. “That was a pretty good workout, but I think I've had enough for today” Zarbon quipped happily, causing Dodoria to grit his teeth in rage. “What? Chickening out, are we Zarbon?” Dodoria chided, trying to goad Zarbon into another fight. Zarbon stopped just in front of the door, turning his neck slightly to eye Dodoria. “Chickening out? Hardly,” Zarbon stated quietly. “It's just that proving the gap between us could be too much for you. It'd be a shame if you keeled over and died, leaving me with all your work!” Dodoria smiled before opening his mouth and belching a surprisingly large beam of energy. Zarbon simply spun on one heel, pointing one hand at the incoming blast before firing a beam from his palm, the other free hand supporting his firing arm. When the brightness had faded, Dodoria lay embedded into the wall smoking with ki while Zarbon turned his back on his rival. “I told you not to try me, old friend” Zarbon whispered before leaving the room, chuckling to himself as the foot soldiers ran into the room to pry Dodoria free from the wall.

 

 

The bright sun of Vegetasei was setting in the eastern sky as Bardock and Celrazi stood in the chamber of Lieutenant Bakli. The red haired saiyan stood at eye level with Celrazi, who was slightly taller than Bardock himself. “Your whelp showed some promise, Bardock” Bakli started, eyeing the reactions of both parents. He was sent to the planet Zunic along with another, ordered to clear the planet of all inhabitants, and…”

 

“Get to the point, Lieutenant” Bardock interrupted as his tail lashed about impatiently. Celrazi could only watch as she felt her mate struggling with feelings he was too stubborn to show.

 

“Yes, of course” Bakli continued. “Raditz has performed beautifully, and Freiza's reports state that there is no living creature left alive on Zunic. However we couldn't pick up any life signals belonging to Raditz either…we can only expect the worst…”

 

Bardock's features fell almost instantly. “Tch…that useless brat really WAS too weak!” Bardock grumbled. Celrazi stepped up this time, tired of keeping silent. “What of recovery teams? Isn't anyone going to go out there and retrieve him?” Bakli sighed heavily before speaking. “It appears Freiza already sent out search teams on many occasions, but none returned…it is believed that he has been killed in action.” Bardock couldn't stand it anymore. “I've got better things to do than listen about the exploits of a failed seed!” he said before storming out of the office. Celrazi quietly followed after her mate, equally crestfallen and defeated. She lifted into the air once outside the castle and took flight after Bardock, heading home with her mind racing with memories with the brief time she had spent with Raditz. A drop of water hit her on the head as she flew and looked up ahead to see Bardock speeding ahead of her. “Tears…” Celrazi whispered as tears began to flow silently from her eyes.