Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Saga ❯ The Reunion ( Chapter 3 )

The Saga

Chapter 3

/initiating systematic animation/ A soft computerized voice said in the small spacepod. The whir of gadgets and wheels filled the tiny pod as the electronics prepared to shift from automatic to manual. A throng of black cords with needles attached came from behind the chair to inject the sleeping Saiyajin with a blue-green liquid.

/bio-plasma received/ The needles slowly withdrew their claws from various piercing they made in Radditz's skin. The bio-plasma would help unfreeze the blood in his body hastening his waking from hibernation.

/starting electric pulse/ In his spacepod Radditz's body jerked as the electric zaps served their purpose to bring him to full consciousness. His black eyes snapped open and shifted toward the oval window as he became aware of the planets and stars that zoomed past him on his way to Gelon-8--and his brother. "Computer," he called his voice thick and scratchy from a prolonged period of nonuse. "How long has it been since cryo-stasis has been activated."

/fourteen days, six hours, twenty-eight minutes, and fifty-five seconds/ the computer replied in no nonsense voice.

He would have laughed at the way the computer rattled off the numbers, as they were mere seconds, and nothing to concern him, but fourteen days! Damn, he thought, fourteen days. Fourteen days had been lost to him, not that he should be worried about it, as one of his past purgation's had taken him a whole year in suspended animation before he reached the designated doomed planet. I guess this is a sign of getting old. "Computer, I guess we'll have to pray to the Goddess of Vegetasei, that I'll never have to witness gray hair."

/command unclear, please repeat/

Radditz rolled his eyes. "Computer how long is it until we reach Gelon-8?"

/three hours, thirty minutes, and zero-two seconds/

"Good," said Radditz as he leaned back and turned his eyes toward the control panel. That was a long time, but wasn't too long. "Computer, connect with Prince Vegeta's starboard, and find how far behind his ship is from my current location."

/I have already computed that information before you left suspended animation; Prince Vegeta is exactly one hour and thirty minutes behind your current location. /

That wouldn't leave him a lot of time to find his brother, before his liege arrived. "Bring up all known information in Frieza's data banks collected about Gelon-8." Radditz's watch as a view screen popped up in front of him and the data he requested began to fill up the black space with neon green lettering. Radditz settled himself in his chair, and prepared to read the planet report on his screen. "So, Gelon-8 is referred to as Earth in this quadrant," he whispered to himself as he quickly skimmed the report. "Excellent resources, for such a low-level frontier planet, I can see why it brought so much money." After reading and digesting a large amount of the information Radditz leaned back and closed his eyes, Earth sounded like an ideal place live if you were a low-level cretin. "Kakkarot I hope you've had your fill of Earth, because your big brother, Radditz is about to take you away."

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"Hey Son-kun," shouted Bulma waving to her childhood friend as he came into sight with ChiChi on the yellow Kitoun cloud. "Hey everybody Son-kun's here," she called over her shoulder to her friends who gathered at her place for their annual five-year reunion.

"Oi, Bulma," called Goku as he tried to wave back to his 'big sister,' but his protective arm around ChiChi was promptly put back in place as his wife told him to wait until they've landed so he could properly greet his friends.

Kurilin, Yamcha, Bulma, Oolong, Puar, and Muten Roshi lined up to greet one their best friends. "He looks the same," commented Muten Roshi as he watched Goku carefully gather his wife in his arms and jump from the cloud. "I wish I had whatever is keeping Goku younger."

"It's probably from clean living," said Bulma as she eyed the old martial artist. "Something you know nothing about, since you're just a dirty old man."

Muten Roshi snorted. "I guess you wouldn't know much about it either Bulma, as I can clearly see with my old eyes, that you've gotten more wrinkles, since the last time we've all been together."

Oolong snickered.

Bulma shrieked lunging for Muten Roshi's wizened throat, but she was held back as Yamcha caught her by her white jacket, while Kurilin caught her by the waist. "I'll get you old man," she threatened as he danced out of clawing reach.

ChiChi stood motionless and blinked at her husband's friends, they were a crude lot. She made a mental note, not to let her son Gohan, spend too much time around them. She shifted the burden in her arms, as she continued to watch the childish name-calling persist between a scientific genius and martial art genius. ChiChi slid a glance toward her husband, and was amazed to find a smile on his handsome face. He was actively enjoying this asinine bickering. She made another note to herself not to allow Gohan too much time with his father when she wasn't present.

Goku glanced back to see ChiChi shift their son to another arm. The boy was wide-awake and now thoroughly engrossed in the argument between Master Roshi and Bulma. His dark eyes roamed over his son's petite body nestled in his mother's arms, it always tugged at his heart when he thought of the fact that Gohan was part of him. He held out his arms and ChiChi transferred her precious burden over to him. He kissed his son's small head, and lingered for a moment to inhale his baby scent that still clung to him. "Hey guys, I got someone I want everybody to meet."

The bickering stopped as Bulma and Muten Roshi turned to see whom Goku wanted them to meet. They already knew ChiChi, and the Kitoun wasn't big enough to hide anyone else. Yamcha and Kurilin let go of Bulma and stood with their mouths gaped open as they stared at the small child in Goku's arms.

"Don't tell me Goku you went and had a baby," groaned Yamcha as he eyed Bulma. Women were funny creatures once they got around children their maternal clock kicked in, and next they start talking about babies of their own. Yamcha mentally groaned again.

"Nope," said Goku with a smile. "ChiChi had the baby."

Bulma shook her head not even attempting to acknowledge such a lame response. "Oh, he's precious Goku, ChiChi." She walked closer and watched as the little boy buried his head in his father's gi. He's a shy one. Bulma smiled. "So, what's his name?"

"Gohan," said ChiChi having broken her small vow of silence. "Son Gohan."

Muten Roshi looked away from the young boy and to his old student. "So, you decided to name him after your Grandfather."

"Yeah," said Goku as he tried to move his son into Bulma's waiting arms, but the boy refused to be budged. "I know Grandpa wouldn't mind me borrowing his name for my son."

"I'm sure he would have loved the idea of his great-grandson being named after him," agreed Roshi as he watch Goku finally succeed in prying his son's arms from around his neck and placing the boy in Bulma's arms. "Gohan would be very proud."

Bulma stared down into his black eyes as he peered at her with curiosity. She could see the intelligence in his eyes, and he had that wonderful baby scent, too. It was heaven; this is what she really wanted. She wanted a child, her prince could wait, but her child wouldn't, she already feared she would never have one of her own, with the constant danger she was in, either chasing after the dragonballs, or working in her lab. She was envious of Goku; he lived such a simple life, and had all her dreams. While she the heiress of one the richest men in the world had next to nothing. Bulma looked away from Gohan to spy Yamcha walking…no sneaking away. "Yamcha," she called out. "Don't you think children are great."

Yamcha jumped before slowly turning around. He'd been caught. He offered up a rueful smile.

"You've been caught," teased Kurilin in a singsong voice as he watch Bulma place Gohan down.

"Shut up," muttered Yamcha as he turned away from his laughing bald-headed friend to his girlfriend. "Yeah, I think children are great, but you know I don't think I'm mature enough right now, to have some of my own." He quickly turned to Goku, not giving Bulma a chance to respond. "Congratulations, Goku. By the way how old is Gohan."

"He's four, and thanks," he looked behind Yamcha to the yard. "Hey, where's Piccolo?" He looked back toward Bulma. "Didn't you invite him?"

"Yes," said Kurilin since Bulma made him deliver the invitation, which had been creepy. Piccolo definitely was not the annual reunion party person. "He turned us down."

ChiChi blanched when she heard the name, of all the friends her dear husband acquired Piccolo was one she did not trust. He was mean, ruthless, and wanted her husband dead. The only redeeming quality about the man was he helped save her husband and Earth when Garlic Jr. attacked. Now, her poor naïve Goku thought of him as a "friend." She began to grumble underneath her breath.

Goku looked back and smiled. "ChiChi, I swear, I don't know how I know it, but Piccolo's a changed guy." He turned to his friends and saw mirroring bits of skepticism on their faces. "I swear, he's changed. It's going to take him awhile to get use to being one of the good guys."

ChiChi marched forward and swung Gohan up in her arms, "Well, I still don't like him." She turned to Bulma. "Is there anyway I can help you in the kitchen to prepare for the party?"

Bulma blushed. Unlike ChiChi preparing large meals wasn't her specialty and she usually left the cooking to serving bots. "Sure, I was trying to make this Mongolian barbecue rib dish, but it isn't turning out the way I wanted. I remember that you served it once for Yamcha's birthday."

"Sure," said ChiChi as she walked with Bulma to the kitchen complex of the Capsule Corp. compound. "What I used was a special mixture to balance out the tangy taste. Let see if we have the ingredients to make it." ChiChi stopped before she could list the recipe needed to let a squirming Gohan jump down. "What's wrong Gohan," she asked. He usually didn't like to be separated from her for long stretches. "Don't you want to help Mama cook?"

He shook his head and pulled down on his small red hat that held his great-grandpa's dragonball. "No, I want to stay out here with Daddy." He stuck out his lips and stared at her with his big black eyes.

"Okay, Gohan," smiled ChiChi. She looked over his head and spotted her husband standing next to the drink table laughing with Kurilin. "Goku," she called out getting his attention. "Gohan is staying out here with you, okay." She watched him nod. "Okay Gohan, now go stay by your Daddy and don't stray." She watched him smile and take off toward his father.

"You are so lucky ChiChi," said Bulma who had watched the whole exchange. "I would love to be a mother to a kid like Gohan, but I don't think I'll ever get the chance." They turned back toward the compound, "You heard what Yamcha said about 'not being mature,' so it doesn't look like I'll ever get married or have a child of my own."

"Then how about Kurilin," said ChiChi. "I don't think he's seriously involved with Marron, and besides she's a bit of a flake."

Bulma laughed. "So, you've noticed that too, I can only take so much of Marron before I want to pull every last blue strand from her head." They entered the building laughing like teenage conspirators. "Besides Kurilin is…"

Goku looked up from the juice he handed his son to his old teacher who had stopped talking mid-sentence. "What's wrong Muten Roshi?" He looked toward the southern sky where Roshi's eyes seemed to be focused.

I feel death in the air, thought the old turtle hermit. Something was not right; something was about to happen soon. There's a shift in powers in the air. He'd only felt it once before and hadn't bothered him, because the shift had moved from him to Goku, but this new shift was tainted with blood. Muten Roshi looked back to Goku and the others who were giving him nervous glances, "So, Goku have you've been training much?"

Goku took one more glance in the other direction before he focused on the old man. "No, ChiChi doesn't like it when I train---"

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R additz stood in the middle of the desert-like wasteland that held only sparse vegetation as far as he could scan from his surrounding area. He looked back toward the huge crater, "Computer close hatch and employ Radditz personal voice activation." He breathed in the earthen air and did a few leg lunges to get his blood flowing better. I guess it's time to find Kakkarot. He touched the button on the scouter he was wearing over his eye. This should be the easiest way. He watched as numbers flashed by and computed, there were several power levels on this dirt ball planet. "Shit, Kakkarot," cursed Radditz as he watched the numbers continue to flash by. "Didn't you do your job, and purge this planet." He adjusted his piece to scout out only the largest power levels available. Several were in one place several thousands yards from him, but one was only minutes away. "This had better be you Kakkarot." Radditz jumped up and begin flying in the southward direction his scouter was pointing toward.

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Piccolo reached out to get a handful of water from the nearby water stream. Today was hot, but training while that fool Son was at a tea party would make him that much more stronger and conquering Earth easier. To think, they actually sent the bald midget to invite him to their parties. He did not do tea, and cakes. He especially did not want to be around that wife of Son's--she was a real harpy. Too bad he didn't let Garlic Jr. kill her, instead of rescuing her from the Spice Boys. "What do you want," growled Piccolo as he sensed someone behind him.

"Well, you're definitely not Kakkarot," smirked Radditz, as he looked at the strange green being in front of him, wearing a cape and turban. "No, we Saiyajins don't turn green, or take to wearing turbans."

"Do you have a problem with my color and turban," asked Piccolo as he took in the appearance of the 'Saiyajin' in front of him. The alien had long black spiky hair, long boots, bare legs and thighs, and wearing some weird red armor--and worst of all the man had a garter belt wrapped around one of his naked thighs. "Well, at least I don't go about half-naked wearing a garter belt." He arched a brow at him, "Were you looking for someone to marry?"

Radditz growled. "You won't have the pleasure of knowing, since it's useless talking to the dead." He powered up, and began gathering a blue ball of ki in his huge hands.

Piccolo got into a crouch and block stance. He'd didn't mind the fight, he could tryout the new technique he'd been perfecting to use against Son when the time came. "Bring it on Garter Man."

Radditz lifted his hand to throw the ball, when a beep flashed before his eyes altering him to the fact Prince Vegeta was now entering Earth's atmosphere. "Sorry, I don't have time to play Green Man," he rose into the air. "I'm in the middle of looking for someone." He threw the ball, "But here's my parting gift." Radditz turned and zoomed out of sight.

Piccolo barely blocked the incoming ki blast. It had been so powerful much more forceful than the ki blast he'd expected from that small ball. This was not good, that guy could seriously hurt his chances of taking over the Earth. Fuck Son! Who the hell was that man, and whom is he searching for? And if he considered that blast playing what was his serious mode like. "I guess, I'll be having tea today," said Piccolo and he too rose albeit shakily into the sky and headed southward.

************************************************************** < p>"Yamcha," shouted Bulma from the second story window.

Yamcha looked up from Kurilin telling the story of when they first met Muten Roshi on one of their numerous hunts for the dragonballs. "Yeah, what Bulma?"

"I need you to take ChiChi into city to buy some milk for Gohan and other ingredients."

Yamcha sighed, if only Goku knew how to drive. "Fine, send her down."

Bulma smiled and blew him kisses. "You're such a sweetheart," she reached into her pocket and pulled out a capsule. "For being so nice, I'll let you test drive the new ZX20 3200 for me." She threw the capsule down to him.

Yamcha jumped up and snatched it out of the air staring at it reverently. He'd been begging to test the new car she developed but she always told him no. Now, just for taking ChiChi for some milk he was going to be able to finally get his hands on it. He kissed the capsule before he realized that Oolong, Puar, Goku, Muten Roshi, ChiChi, Kurilin, and Gohan were staring at him. "Oh, um, you see this is the new ZX20 3200," he said hoping to justify his behavior.

"So," said ChiChi. "Can it get me to the store?"

"Yes and more," sighed Yamcha. "If there was a store on the moon, this ZX model could have you there in under an hour and back." He pushed the top on the capsule and threw it to reveal a shiny silver sports car, with chrome wheels, and leather heated interior. The car could go from zero to two hundred in .5 seconds. The little sports car was every red-blooded man's dream.

Unimpressed ChiChi opened a door and got in, "Are you coming or not. I can get Kurilin to drive me."

"No, I'm coming," Yamcha lunged for the door as if he expected anyone of the men present to try and steal his ride. "This is surreal," exclaimed Yamcha as he caressed the steering wheel and dashboard. He started it up and took off.

"That man has issues," said Oolong as he took a piece of cake. "Getting all excited over a car."

"Yeah," agreed Goku. "Yamcha's a real…Who are you?" He drew himself up and balled his hands at his sides prepared to defend himself; he didn't like the way the stranger was staring at him. He felt Gohan wrap is arms around his leg, the small boy could feel the tension in the air between the two adults.

"What," asked Kurilin as he turned to see a very tall angry man looking down at them.

Bulma ran towards the group to see what they were all looking at in the sky. It was a floating man, she moved closer to Goku, and she drew Gohan away from the pants leg of his father and picked him up holding him to her waist. The man was a giant thought Bulma as she stared at the red-armored being looking down at her. I wonder what he wants she looked down and saw Gohan had wrapped his brown tail around her arm, but his eyes remained riveted on his father.

Radditz stared at first Kakkarot, and then the blue-hair women who picked up the Saiyajin child. Kakkarot he was expecting, but the boy he wasn't. In his report only Kakkarot had been sent to Gelon-8 for the purge, but yet his eyes did not lie, in the arms of that Earth female sat a Saiyan child. Kakkarot must have mated with one of these humans, so that meant the boy was a half-breed. Disgusting. His jet eyes moved back to his brother, no mistake there, if he was unsure if this new power reading he'd been following was Kakkarot, one look at his brother confirmed it. He was a reincarnation of their father; the resemblance was too strong. "Well, little brother," spoke Radditz finally as he descended. "Do you want to tell me why you didn't carry out your mission?"

"Little brother? Mission? What are you talking about?" asked Goku as the gazed at the giant that stood before him. "I don't know you and I currently don't have a mission."

"Yeah, that's right," spoke Kurilin as he moved to stand next to his best friend. "You must have Goku mistaken for someone else."

"Goku? Oh, you must mean Kakkarot," replied Radditz as he looked down at the small human. "No, I don't think I'm mistaken, he may be, but not I. Not only does he look like our father, but the tail is a dead give away that's he's not an Earthling." Radditz turned to point at the tail that should have been wrapped around Goku's waist. "What happened to your tail, Kakkarot?" demanded Radditz noticing the missing brown appendage. "What the hell have you done to your saiyan heritage boy."

"My tail," repeated Goku as he looked around him. "I had that removed when I was a child, and believe me I'm much better off without it."

Radditz cursed. "You damned idiot, you've lost your saiyan connection, and half of your power. How are you supposed to transform now." Radditz growled some more as he paced in front of Goku. "But no human should have gotten close enough to you to touch your tail. In one full moon you should have completed your mission, which brings me back to my original question: how come your mission is not completed?"

Goku relaxed a little but not much, and he was grateful that Bulma moved Gohan out of harms way. "What mission do you keep talking about? I don't remember any mission."

Radditz stopped his pacing, the minutes were ticking by Prince Vegeta was probably waiting for him. "Your mission when you were sent here as a baby was to exterminate all life on this planet, but it seems you haven't done so. In fact you've turned tail-less, and into one of these Earthlings. Did you hit your head or something?"

"Yeah, I did," answered Goku still not sure what to make of the stranger who called himself his brother. "But, I don't remember much about it." He smiled and figured a portion of his wild black hair. "All I know is that a have a scar from that fall." He looked back toward the man who'd stop pacing and was now swishing his tail back and forth as he listened to him talk.

"Well, brother I guess, I'll have to take you with or without your tail. We have a meeting with our Prince," he jumped into the sky and started to move off until he noticed that Goku wasn't following him. He flew back, "What's wrong now, Kakkarot, I forgave you for not having a tail, so let's move, we can't keep the Prince waiting."

"I don't think you understand," said Kurilin. "Goku's not going anywhere with you. He's an Earthling now, he's not about to run off with some weird alien who sends babies to destroy planets." He boldly walked forward, "So, you can just jump into the sky and fly back to where you come from."

"Is that so, little man," asked Radditz before swung his tail out and knocked Kurilin into the Capsule Corp. building.

"Kurilin," shouted Bulma and Goku as they watched their friend fly through the air.

"Listen here, Kakkarot," said Radditz getting angrier by the moment. "We are Saiyans, not Earthlings. Space warriors. We live to fight; it's in our blood. Ordinarily, I would have left you to die tail-less on this planet, however you are needed. Years ago, our mother planet Vegetasei, was destroyed by a tyrant named Frieza leaving only, me, you, Commander Nappa, and Prince Vegeta alive." His tail tightened around his waist as he thought of his once great planet. "We surviving Saiyans have worked as mercenaries for Frieza, but now our chance for revenge is nigh, we need your help to take over a planet to establish a home base to exact revenge on Frieza. So come brother, and let's avenge our fallen sire and brethren."

"I can't," said Goku. "I understand what you're doing, but I can't help you kill innocent people. I'm an Earthling now, not a Saiyan. My name is not Kakkarot, but Son Goku."

Radditz growled in frustration. His eyes moved over his brother, his brother was a traitor. He would turn his back on his own race and family to stay with people that weren't even his kind. This was unbelievable, to think he wasted his Prince's precious time to seek out this traitor. His eyes drifted over to the human that he'd hit who now limped forward. He wanted to stay with that? He caught a movement out of the side of his eye. A brown tail. That's right the boy. "Fine," he said. "Since, you don't want to join me, I'll take the boy instead. He'll make an excellent Saiyajin warrior."

Bulma backed away in horror as Radditz began to advance on her. "Stop where you are, you're not getting Gohan."

"Oh, yes I am," Radditz spoke softly. "I'm either going back to my prince with a brother or back with a nephew. At this point I don't care either way."

"Like she said," said Goku as he powered up. "You're not getting Gohan!" Goku came at Radditz with a flying fist, but found it easily caught by the older saiyan.

"Come now, Kakkarot," smirked Radditz, "Is that all you've got?" He crushed the fist in his big hand. "You haven't trained enough to beat me. You're a third class Saiyan, while I rank among the Saiyan elite." Radditz kicked him in the gut, where Goku rolled over and moaned. Radditz snorted and turned back toward Bulma. "Now, as I was saying, I want the boy, woman."

Kurilin pushed Bulma behind him. "Run, Bulma." He didn't take his eyes off the large advancing Saiyan. "Get Gohan to safety."

Radditz rolled his eyes. "Must we go through this again?" He watched as the little guy launched rapid ki attacks at him. Bored Radditz stood rooted to the spot using one hand to block all the blast. "You know, if my brother a full-blooded Saiyan can't harm me, what makes you think, a measly Earthling could take me down." Radditz rushed forward disappearing out of Kurilin's immediate sight before appearing before him. Using both hands Radditz in a fist he bashed Kurilin in the back of the head sending him flying over the grass, before he landed unconscious. "He won't be a bother now," smiled Radditz as he walked toward Bulma. "Now, just give me my nephew, you won't be harmed."

"She's not giving you my son," screamed Goku as he charged Radditz and began landing several punches into the large Saiyan.

Radditz laughed. This trip was turning out to more fun every moment. "This is pure Saiyajin armor, almost nothing can penetrate it. So, these so-called punches you've been landing are nothing. But if you had been a real Saiyajin warrior, I might have felt something." To demonstrate his point Radditz again caught both of Goku's hands in his. He smiled as he levitated them both in the air flipping their bodies until Radditz was above Goku. "So, brother do you feel like joining me," he asked.

Goku shook his head as he strained to get his hands free while kicking Radditz in his muscled thighs. He had to save his son.

"Somehow, I knew you were going to say that," he smiled. He drew back both of his legs and double kicked Goku in the stomach; he watched his traitorous brother fall to the ground.

"Daddy!!" screamed Gohan tears streaming down his tiny face. He tried to break free of Bulma but she held him and his tail clenched tightly to her breast.

Radditz softly landed next to his younger brother who was clutching his stomach in pain. "See, Kakkarot, that is the kind of power you've turned your back on." He stumped on his stomach a few times before he walked away.

Bulma was literally backed up against the wall, both Kurilin and Goku had been severely beaten by this man. What could she do? She wasn't a fighter, and she didn't have any capsules on her that she could use. "Stay away!" When that did not work, she tried reason. "Why won't you just go back to your prince and say you couldn't find your brother, and leave us alone."

"Unfortunately," spoke Radditz as he stalked forward. "I can't willingly lie to my prince without just cause, and my brother being a traitor is not just enough cause. It wouldn't be so bad if I hadn't personally requested our delay in plans to come here to retrieve Kakkarot." He turned and looked at his brother who was trying in vain to get up. "And all I find is a traitor to our race, family, and most importantly the throne. I will bring my prince back something! Now hand over the boy!"

"No," said Bulma as tried to think of a way to out maneuver the Saiyan. "Never."

Radditz nodded. He reached forward grabbed her as he lifted into the air. "Fine, I'll take you both." He gripped her harder as she tried to struggle out his embrace. "You'll make an nice gift for Prince Vegeta." he whispered to her.

"Daddy!" howled Gohan as he disappeared in the sky. "Daddy!!"

"Gohan! Gohan!" screamed Goku as he tried to move but fell back. He reached his hand up to the quickly disappearing boy of his son. "Go….han…" he fainted from the pain.

Muten Roshi and Oolong finally breathed a sigh of relief as they watched Radditz fly away from the compound. They had witnessed the whole incident Goku had been beaten. "My legs froze," whispered Muten Roshi as he stared at his semi-conscious ex-student. "I couldn't move."

Oolong looked at him out of narrowed eyes. "And what would you've done if your legs hadn't frozen," he asked.

Roshi shrugged. "I don't know. My legs froze."

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"I think I should go find Radditz," said Nappa as he turned away from the cooking carcass of one the animals he'd caught on this planet. "He's late."

Vegeta arched a brow as he turned to look at his commander. "So he is, but I don't want you to go out just yet." He returned he dark gaze to the horizon. They had landed an hour ago, near Radditz's own crater and ship. "We'll give him a little longer, and then we'll both go out and Radditz will have to do some explaining to me."

"But, what about--" The scouter over Nappa's eye beeped alerting him to two huge power levels were heading his way. "Prince Vegeta it looks like Radditz found his brother, they should be coming into view, now." He looked into the sky to see a quickly moving black speck descending near them.

"Finally," snorted Vegeta. He turned to his pod. "Computer, open hatch. Relay information to Dr. Zodor that we're leaving now." After Radditz left he decided that Zodor should stay in space to gather more information about Planet Jueru. He watched his lieutenant land, not with his brother, but a woman and child.

"What's the meaning of this Radditz," snapped Nappa. "You were supposed to bring back your brother. Not a female and child." He noticed the brown tail on the child. "We weren't that far behind you."

Radditz let go of the blue-hair demon that had screeched and tried to bite him several times. "My brother, is tail-less traitor." He pointed to the boy. "And the child happens to be my nephew."

Nappa sniffed. "A half-breed. You should have killed it when you found it." He eyed the woman holding the half-breed Saiyan child. "What about the female. What is she…your niece?"

Radditz growled at her as he remembered her screeching in his sensitive ears. "No, I don't know who she is. She wouldn't let go of the boy so I brought her here."

"And what to you intend to do with the boy," asked Vegeta as he brought his voice into the foray. Radditz had promised him another Saiyan warrior, not a child and a woman. This was unacceptable.

Radditz bowed to Vegeta. "With your permission, Prince Vegeta, I would like to keep the boy to train. Raised properly in the Saiyajin fashion he will either make an excellent warrior, or nice shield." He turned toward Bulma. "As for the female, she's a gift to you sire. I know I wasted your precious time, and I would like to make amends by gifting you with this female. A souvenir from your time on Gelon-8."

"A souvenir," scoffed Vegeta as he stalked forward to get a better look at his 'gift.' He circled the female and could tell by the way that she watched him from the sides of her eyes she was afraid. He smiled, yes, she should be afraid of him. He frowned. He didn't like the way she was clutching the boy. His scowl deepened as a thought occurred to him. Was Kakkarot her mate? "Woman," he finally said startling her and the child. "Was Kakkarot your mate?"

Kakkarot? Thought Bulma, who's Kakkarot? Then she remembered that Radditz called Son-kun by that name. Son her mate, now that was disgusting. "No," she answered without thinking. "I mean yes, he's was my mate and this is our son." She hugged Gohan to her.

Vegeta gave her a cool smile. "If that was so, then you would have said yes in the beginning. I'll take your original answer over your new one." He smiled at her.

"Look," said Bulma as she backed away from Vegeta. "My father is one of the richest men in the world. So, if you want money…or technology he'll give it to you. He's the most brilliant scientist that has ever lived."

Vegeta as he stepped back to look at her. "No, I have no use for money, right now. I have my revenge to carry out. And I already know the most brilliant scientist." He turned to Radditz. "I'll accept both your gift and offer. Prepare to leave." He turned back to Bulma, "Give the child to Radditz."

"No," said Bulma as she began to back away from him but found further retreat impossible as the giant Saiyan named Nappa cut off her path. "I'm no one's 'souvenir,' I'm Bulma Briefs. Genius. And this is boy is my best friend's son. I'm not giving him to that monster."

Vegeta raised an eyebrow at her outburst, and nodded to Nappa. Before Bulma could stop him Gohan was ripped from her arms. He dangled precariously in Nappa's outstretched arm. She jumped to get him back, but was knocked down for her efforts. "Did you kill your brother," asked Nappa as he placed a foot on Bulma's back to prevent her from moving.

Radditz shrugged. "I beat him enough." He laughed as he started forward. "He was too easy to beat. He thinks he's human."

Gohan let out a feral growl as the man who hurt his daddy came toward him, laughing about hurting his daddy. His body began to glow blue as he irrupted from the hand of Nappa and headed straight at the man who took him from his family. His mind blanked out his only thought was to hurt the man who hurt is daddy.

Radditz stepped back and blinked. The power level emitting from the kid was 700 and rising. This was phenomenal, a Saiyan child, well half-breed, with that kind of hidden power. "Shit."

Vegeta moved fast and grabbed Gohan by his tail yanking hard rendering the boy comatose. He threw Gohan at Radditz. "Next time get the fuck out the way. A hit from that boy would have ripped a hole threw you." He turned away. "We're wasting time. Let's go." He had a lot to think about after witnessing that display of power from that half-breed. If a half-breed could be that strong, then he with royal blood could be even stronger. He had no time to waste on this planet. He looked toward Nappa who still was standing with his mouth open at the display of power from the little boy. "I do believe, I said it was time to go, Nappa."

Nappa turned toward Vegeta and nodded. He slowly took his foot off the woman and roughly brought her to her feet before he pushed her toward Prince Vegeta. "Behave," he growled at her.

Bulma glared at the large Saiyan as she moved to stand before the prince. Vegeta looked at her and told her to turn around. When she complied he knocked her in the back of the neck, rendering unconscious. He picked her up and headed toward his pod. "We're behind schedule. Dr. Zodor is waiting."

The pods blasted into the sky leaving behind three huge craters and a little red hat trimmed yellow with a four star ball on top lying in the dirt.

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End Chapter 3. Created [07/08/01] and Finished [08/19/01]. Yeah, that's it. What you want me to start working on chapter 4 now?! Well, too bad, I've already have, so bleah. So, without further ado, coming next time: Bad News for Everyone. Please send me everything you can throw at in the ways of flames, comments, questions, or critiques at: pmchivas@hotmail.com or if you prefer please leave a message in the guestbook. Dark Shadow Princess.

Lunatics Ravings:

As you've might have noticed I took some things out of DBZ order, and changed other things--to fit my story, and I will continue to do so. Remember this is an A/U fic, so I'm recreating my DBZ world.

The car--I know my description of the car wasn't all that good. But I'm not a car person; I just wanted to convey that the car was a hot number.