Disclaimer: DBZ and its characters do not belong to me cuz i am a dumb kid. (Oh By the way..Ive written fanfics before but this is the first ive published..please be nice!...but constructive criticism and ideas are welcome! idk how frequently i will be uploading...but Enjoy!)
A boy sat, waiting in an office. He counted the number of space pods flying outside the window from the large vessel he was currently in. The boy had nothing better to do but observe his unfamiliar surroundings. The woman at the desk was typing rapidly at her computer, perhaps she had worked here for a long time..or maybe her job was so dull that she just looked old. The chair he sat in was uncomfortable and he kept shifting around. Time passed slowly and the boy was restless. He felt as if he would be stuck in this office, waiting forever.
The woman at the desk interrupted his thoughts.
"Excuse me..but I have some..rather.. sad news to deliver." The boy sat up straight and looked at her.
"I regret to inform you that your home planet of Vegeta was destroyed. An asteroid collided with the planet." The boy nodded and thanked the woman for providing him for this information. He said nothing after this but his mind kept racing and questions kept coming into his head. 'What will I do? Where will I live? Is there anyone else left?' His head was hurting from thinking so much. Suddenly he remembered something.
His family.
They were dead. Gone forever. And his home, the place he loved..destroyed. Only his brother was alive. He recalled his mother telling him that Kakarot would be on..what was It? Ee-arth? Something like that. The child still had the messages from his parents on his scouter, the ones they recorded before the boy had left.
He played them and found himself biting his lip to prevent himself from crying. His father said he was much too old for crying like a baby. He was 7 and a half now. The last time he cried he was 5 and his father hit him for his behaviour. The boy looked at the red bands on his limbs that reminded of his father. He never liked him too much but always tried to earn his respect. Whenever he would return home from missions, the boy would show off how much he increased his power level and still, his father would still say that it wasn't good enough. "Space is no place for the weak." He'd tell the boy constantly. But the child would show him! He'd become even stronger than his father and prove that he was worthy of being called his son. Then he remembered. His father was dead. And so was his mother.
The boy loves..well loved his mother dearly but never showed it. A feeling washed over him all of a sudden. What was it? Regret? He didn't care. His mother was a fantastic chef but a terrible fighter, who loved her husband and son greatly, which was unnatural for a saiyan. However, she did have attitude and every saiyan girl has that. His mother was often bossy and made the boy study when he wanted to play games or train. He didn't like that about her. He didn't like her frying pan either, which she would use to hit him with when he was being rude or not listening to her. His mother had also supplied the boy with sweets that she had made. She was very good at making them.
He took out the bag with the sweets and untied the thread around it. The smell from them was intense. He decided he wasn't going to eat them because he would never have them again after they were finished and the sickly sweet scent coming from them was enough to make him throw up. His stomach had been feeling uneasy from the minute he learned of his planet's destruction. He tied the bag up again.
Hours ticked by. The boy thought he would have been able to fall asleep but it felt impossible. He was beginning to feel rather hungry too. He noticed that the lady at the desk had some biscuits. He looked at them and his stomach growled. The lady took notice. "Come here boy." Warily, he went up to the desk. "Here you go, get something down you." He was given 2 biscuits. 'Is that It?!' He thought to himself. He didn't want to ask for more though, for he didn't want to seem rude or greedy. "There's also a water dispenser."
Drinking water made him feel better. So did the biscuits. "So, what's your name lad?"
"My name is Raditz."
"Well, Raditz, you could be the last Saiyan alive.."
"I..guess.." He sighed.
"I'm terribly sorry for your loss, child."
"Don't be. We Saiyans aren't sentimental."
"You aren't sad? I would have thought for someone your age you would feel upset."
"..no. My family and friends would prefer it if I was strong and didn't show emotions like sadness."
"Emotions aren't always weakness, you know?" Raditz pondered how this woman came to work for Lord Frieza. She seemed quite..nice.
He talked to the lady for a while, who had revealed her name to be Altra. "Oh Raditz, I think they'll be serving food down the hall. Go up the stairs and take the first right." Raditz only needed to hear the word food and he would do anything. He went in search of …Breakfast? Dinner? He hadn't eaten a proper meal in a while and lost track of the time.
Soon he was there and he noticed that others were commenting on Planet Vegeta's destruction and about Raditz. They were shocked that there were survivors. Raditz ordered huge helpings of food and began shovelling it down his throat. It didn't taste too good and he wasn't sure of what exactly it was he was eating. He could cook way better, since his mother had taught him how. He didn't care though, and kept eating as it distracted him from his thoughts that kept resurfacing.
He ate many portions and the others in the room were in awe of the boy's appetite. Only until he heard a greeting in the Saiyan language, did he stop.
He looked up to see a huge man, with a small tuft of hair on his head and a boy, much, much smaller by comparison, with flame like hair beside him. Raditz instantly recognised this pair as the famous General Nappa and Prince Vegeta. He was ordered back on his home planet to go and serve these two on missions during the summer break. He didn't expect them to be here. "Well, don't you know respect!? Greet us back!" Nappa barked. Raditz immediately got up from his seat and nearly tripped doing so. He then bowed and formally greeted them in Saiyan.
"I take it you've heard the news?"
"Y-yes Prince Vegeta..Its sad that you'll never become king."
"It doesn't matter you low class fool! As long as I become stronger..stronger than everyone else..then I will have done my race proud." Raditz stayed silent and was about to keep eating when Nappa chimed in. "That's a lot of food, kid." A lot? This wasn't even filling Raditz up! "And..its gonna be pretty expensive."
"But..General Nappa..I thought that it was free for warriors who work for the Planetary Trade Organisation?"
"Technically you aren't a warrior yet. So you would have to pay."
"W-WHAT!?" Raditz didn't have enough money for all of this. "Relax kid..I'm an elite. My child Is…Well was worth more than your house. I'll pay for it, just this once."
"Really?! Thank you so much, General!"
"But…" Vegeta smirked as Nappa continued
"You'll be paying me back once you start earning your own money, won't you?" Raditz didn't need his scouter to know that Nappa could crush him with one hand.
"Y-yes..of course."
"Good. As long as you follow orders..we'll get along, won't we..um..what's your name kid?"
"Why would you even bother with this trash, Nappa? He doesn't deserve to be called by name!" Raditz found the Prince rude..but he was kinda right. The way the Prince spoke was strange to Raditz. He figured it was because he was common. The other two had posh accents and spoke proper. His mother told him to speak like that but he found it weird. Besides, his mother was common too.
Raditz sat while Vegeta made fun of him and talked about how he didn't deserve a Saiyan name. He decided he wasn't going to take it. "My name is Raditz, not trash! And I'm a Saiyan, like you!" The Prince's face changed all of a sudden. Even Nappa gulped.
"Listen here low class. You are lucky this is your first time talking to me. Actually.. you are lucky just to be in my presence. But you better learn how to talk to people of a higher status. You will get respect when you deserve it. And I don't respect you enough to call you by name. And..if you ever talk to me like that again..I will make sure you will never talk to me or anyone else again..got It?!" Raditz nodded. Despite the Prince being just 5 and being smaller than him, he was much stronger and intimidating. Another thought came into Raditz's mind.
He would be stuck with these two, working under Frieza, for as long as he lived.
Vegeta's scouter beeped. "A message from Lord Frieza's office..he wants us there. Now." Raditz had never met Lord Frieza before. Of course he knew of him. His race had never liked him and he had never liked them.
As Raditz went with the others and approached his office, which was conveniently on the same ship, he bit his lip and didn't realise it was bleeding. He was scared and the others knew it. "All you have to do is shut up, kneel down and bow your head. If he asks you something, tell the truth and hide any emotion or fear in your voice." Nappa's advice didn't help the young Saiyan. They came to the door. Raditz licked the blood off his lips, took a deep breath and entered with his new comrades…