Dragon Ball: Destiny
Chapter 1: Betrayal! Kahale Learns the Truth!
Planet Vegeta. A planet filled with unfathomable warriors who conquer planets for profit across the galaxy. They work under the universal overlord named Frieza! For years the tyrannus Saiyans have done the Arcosian race's every order without batting an eye, from the point they were discovered by Chilled, Frieza's grandfather, to now. Both races made ends meet in an unholy manner, but with just one day, that all changes…
"Kahale…" A woman's soft, heavenly voice reached out to him. He did not respond, but in turn, simply grunted lazily as he shifted away from the woman in his sleep. Her voice amplified, yet still had that calm, soothing effect. "Kahale…" she attempted once more, this time, receiving promising results. The young boy groaned in his sleep before slowly exposing his eyes to the brightness of the room. He flinched, for he wasn't quite adjusted to the natural light.
"Ugh… Yeah ma?" he asked, sitting up slightly, his bare torso revealing it's toned, yet young appearance. "You gotta get up.." she commanded softly with her back nearly turned to him as she sat on the bed, before adding, "Today's your first day of Saiyan Academy, remember?" This raised a smirk from the boy, "Oh yeah.. I remember! I'm old enough to go now!?" He proudly inquired before hopping up and down the bed, disorganizing his already ruffled plain white sheets, his jet black wild hair waving carelessly. This earned a giggle from his mother as she stood, "Just get ready. Your brother's waiting for you.." She smiled happily as she walked out the room.
Once Kahale ceased celebrating, he yawned slightly before lazily carrying himself to the bathroom. He reached towards his blue undergarments and pulled them off, tossing them behind him carelessly as he turned the knob on the tub, causing water to charge out the shower head. Carefully Kahale stepped a foot in, before carefully bringing the other in. He saw the liquid soap and the large cleaning brush, placing the suds on the bristles before a small, furry brown tail wrapped around the hilt, and began scrubbing himself. As the boy washed himself with his tail, Kahale begun wondering what it would be like learning at the Saiyan Academy. He had previously learned a few techniques from his father, but he didn't have nearly enough time to train him.
His father too worked for the man named Frieza. Seeing his father stay home for a day was like a holiday to him, for his father is either on a remote planet doing business, training at the Saiyan Gym, or at the hospital getting deadly wounds treated. This was the lifestyle for tons of Saiyans, each generation simply adjusting to the system. That's what the Saiyan Academy was for. They taught you everything you needed to know, from surviving in the wild to 1,000 diverse methods of snapping someone's neck. Then, if you graduated, you were implemented in the Planet Trade Organization system, and would immediately make a living out of slaughtering quadrillions of people.
If you however, failed to graduate, you were put on trial, to test your skills. If you passed the test, you were banished to another planet, and would be killed on sight if you ever came back. If you failed the test, you were swiftly killed. Weakness was a trait that Saiyans refused to tolerate, so they operated accordingly.
Feeling he was all washed up, Kahale turned off the shower, and stepped out quietly. With a grunt, a strange wave of ki engulfed his small body, instantly drying him. After brushing his teeth, his eyes caught interest to something out-of-place. On the corner of the sink counter, Kahale revealed a note and a device. The device was mostly silver, with an exception to a red button, and a small green glass-like screen on the ends of it. Picking it up he examined it, knowing exactly what it was.
It was a scouter, which is what every soldier used to scan power levels, and communicate through great distances. He picked up the note and read it aloud. "... Have fun on your first day, kiddo. From… dad.." this caused Kahale to smile, and he clenched his scouter lightly. He never expected his father would even have enough time to even consider him. He peered over to his closet, pushing the button on the wall. The two metal doors instantly opened, revealing a basic armor hanging aimlessly from a metal shelf. The armor was black, with brown pads on the shoulder pads, leg guards, and abdomen.
It also came with black gloves, and black boots with brown tips. Placing the uniform on, Kahale sealed his outfit with the scouter his father gave him over his right eye. Once ready, he sighed as he left the room, taking note of his impatient brother glaring at him from the exit. He was a year older than Kahale, and wore the exact same outfit as Kahale, with the exception of the scouter. His hair was flung back to his knees, and he stared at his brother in disbelief. "Where did you get that scouter?" he asked with a bit of anger in his tone.
Kahale smirked, folding his arms, "Dad got it for me." before walking past his brother and out the door. "Whatever…" he shrugged off, then grabbing at his younger brother by the shoulder. "We're going to get some food before we go to the academy." The boy ceased, thinking about a delicious meal to satisfy his morning hunger. "Sure, Raditz…" he added with slight enthusiasm. They flew for a few minutes before reaching a wooded area.
This is where they hunted usually, or where their father hunted when he was home. They caught a helpless deer that was left behind by his family. They created campfire and sat on logs as they ate. "Y'know…" Raditz began whilst munching on a leg of meat, earning Kahale's attention. "Our dad is pretty strong. Word has it he and his crew conquered a planet called Kanassa. I hear not even the elites of the PTO would mess with it." Kahale's eyes bulged in shock as he sunk in the news. "Wow! What's his power level now?"
Raditz closed his eyes as he thought about it, "I heard it's at 10,000 now.." He added with a grunt. Kahale nearly fell off his wooden log in shock, "10,000!? That's almost as strong as King Vegeta himself!" Raditz nodded, smiling as he added, "Maybe one day he'll become king…" Kahale smiled, for the thought of being a prince enticed him. "Let's go, we don't wanna be late…"
Kahale nodded as they both flew off. As they flew, Kahale closed his eyes and smiled as he flew through clouds. He loved doing this ever since he was taught how to fly. His luxurious experience was however cut short as they reached their destination. Upon landing, Kahale took notice on how large the building actually was. It was mostly white, with an exception of the window and a strange symbol contrasting the building plain as day.
It was red, and it appeared to form the shape of a foreign anchor, the royal symbol of the Saiyans. Kahale noticed the outside entrance was empty, so he hurriedly ran inside. Upon entering the mess hall, Kahale gasped at all the tens of thousands of Saiyans conversing amongst themselves. Kahale took notice that Raditz was merely leaning against a wall with his arms folded. Walking over to him, Kahale pressed his eyebrows together as he questioned, "Hey Raditz, don't you have any friends to t-" he was interrupted by Raditz's rude lashing, "No." He spat instantly before closing his eyes, as if he wasn't acknowledging Kahale's presence. Shrugging, Kahale waited aimlessly for orientation.
Upon waiting and fiddling with his scouter, Kahale actually took notice that many other Saiyan children were much stronger than him or Raditz. This displeased Kahale, yet also motivated him to grow even stronger. He also noticed the room was filled with guards. Within moments, everyone noticed a man approach the stage with two other men. The man up front was a short lizard-like humanoid with lavender, white, and pink skin. He also had a purple patch of skin on his forehead, and two large black horns above his ears.
He wore purple and brown armor, and black spandex underpants. To his left was a large pink fat man with small spikes on his rough skin. The man on his right was tall, had teal skin with firm, eloquent green hair. Although Kahale had never met these men, he knew exactly who they were, and he bowed with the rest of the Saiyan children. Kahale suddenly felt Raditz kneeling directly next to him, staring uneasily in his eyes. "What?" Kahale asked.
"Something's not right.." Raditz whispered quietly.
"What do you mean?" his younger brother responded.
"King Vegeta is the one who hosts the orientation every single year, not Lord Frieza…" He whispered ominously, and Kahale could tell from his older sibling's tone that he was spooked.
"Greetings, Saiyan children." The lizard man in question spoke clearly into the microphone. His raspy, slightly feminine tone seemed unthreatening to Kahale, yet when he turned to Raditz, he was nearly blue in the face. "My name is Lord Frieza. You have probably heard great things about me, and I can assure you they're all true." his sarcastic tone further implied his mockery as he chuckles into the microphone, sending a small chill down everyone's spine. "I am here to welcome you all to another year here at the Saiyan Academy. I hope you're all ready for the rigorous training you'll be put through this year. I expect highly out of all of you young monkeys. Understand?" he smiled, pointing to the crowd.
"Yes Lord Frieza!" everyone barked firmly in the crowd, making Frieza chuckle a bit more. "Good… Dodoria, escort them to their classes." Frieza instructed as he left the room.
The fat man nodded as he approached the mic. "I need all first class monkeys to line up immediately." his rough voice commanded, and multiple Saiyans came piling up towards Dodoria…
...Including Raditz.
A boy not much taller than Kahale began snickering whilst staring unbelievably at Raditz. His hair was pointed in multiple directions, and didn't go past his shoulders. He had a scar just above his eye, and he stepped directly in front of Raditz. "You're not fooling anyone, Raditz. Everyone knows that you're the weakest piece of third class trash that ever attended this academy. Fall back." he commanded, a devilish smirk being formed from his thin lips. Raditz scowled as his face turned a bright red, "My father is Bardock for God's sake! I deserve to be among elites!" The boy's smirk widened before countering, "You deserve to be an elite over his accomplishments? News flash Raditz, you're not Bardock. You're just as incapable of battle as your moth-"
He was cut short by a blinding right hook coming from Raditz, who was wheezing in rage, "DON'T TALK ABOUT MY MOTHER YOU BASTARD!" Raditz then attempted to maneuver a kick for the Saiyan's lower leg. He however, saw this attempt of assault and hopped over his small leg, delivering a swift knee to Raditz's nose. The Saiyan quickly bounded back to his feet and hammered Raditz's cheek with a hook of his own, sending Kahale's older brother rolling backwards onto the ground. Raditz's assaulter rubbed his lip and scowled when he looked onto his hand. "Blood… You dare draw blood of the king's nephew? Now, you will pay."
Raditz picked himself off the ground, blood trailing down his nose a bit. Just as the royal charged Raditz, Raditz charged at him, and they begun to exchange blows.
For a moment Raditz countered everything thrown to him, until he aimed a kick directly for the Saiyan's abdomen. He merely sidestepped, and harshly kicked the single leg Raditz was standing on, knocking him over violently. Raditz was too slow to bounce back, for his assailant hammered his knee directly onto Raditz's stomach, causing him to cough a bit of blood as he gasped desperately for air. The Saiyan however didn't let up as he began delivering multiple blows to Raditz's face, drawing blood rather quickly. Raditz's screams grew lower and lower as he grip for consciousness lessened before fading completely. The Saiyan laughed before standing, and extending his hand towards the downed Saiyan.
"Don't claim to be something if you can't back it up, you imbecile!" The boy began growling immensely as a blue light threateningly formed in his palm.
Raditz was being utterly outclassed within 30 seconds, and Kahale watched in horror while his brother was knocked onto the ground yet again. This time, his attacker charged a large amount of ki into his hand, aiming to deliver the finishing blow. Before Kahale even realized it, he was in the air charging his foot into the royal's face, knocking him tens of feet away. Kahale quickly assumed a fighting stance, covering Raditz as he said, "I'll be damned if you think I'll watch you kill my brother!" Raditz groaned as consciousness fueled him, managing to get back on his feet and get in a stance. This was when the crowd started getting agitated.
"How dare you intervene!" "No fair, two against one!" multiple Saiyans hoarsely roared. Dodoria, who still stood on stage, motioned for a guard, "Take these low-class children to Lord Frieza, NOW!" Immediately a guard went to grab Kahale, and another grabbed at Raditz, and escorted them out the mess hall.
The guards escorted them to a room, and withdrew a pen and paper from the table. The first guard asked, "I need both of your names, ages and class." Kahale was the first to speak up, "I'm Kahale, I'm four years old, and I am a low-class Saiyan." Raditz looked at Kahale in anger, then looked directly at the guard, "I'm Raditz.. I'm five years old and I'm an elite!" Kahale shot Raditz a glare as the guard wrote down their information. "I need the names of both of your parents."
Kahale once again responded, "Our father is Bardock and our Mother is Gine. We're brothers…" This time the guard shot Raditz a glare, and then he spoke, "Okay then… Frieza will be in here momentarily. Don't get too comfortable." He warned as the two guards left the room. As soon as the metallic doors slammed together, Kahale turned infuriatingly to Raditz. "What the hell is wrong with you!? First you try to call yourself an elite, then you attack royalty!? You're giving us unwanted attention, I thought you were the one who's scared of Frieza!" Raditz scoffed, folding his arms, "Some nerve of you! You not only allowed him to talk about us and our family, but you interfered with my battle! I should be asking what's wrong with you! You sat there and watched while he called us trash!"
"That's because we are trash to them! They are royal elites, and we're garbage to them. Our father's accomplishments doesn't excuse our birth given class! You know that! And would you have liked if I stood there and watched him kill you!?" Raditz once more scoffed, "I would've died for something I believed in, like a true Sai-" Raditz immediately hushed as the doors opened, and they both turned to face their intruder as they kneeled in a bow. Frieza, who was in a black hover chair, floated aimlessly passed them as he faced their backs, "At ease, monkeys…" Frieza calmly smiled, and the two brothers faced him. Frieza stopped at his desk, climbed out the chair with a piece of paper in his hand.
"Hm… Raditz, step forward." his nonchalant voice commanded, and Raditz hesitantly followed his order. Frieza turned to Raditz, "I understand that you see yourself as an elite.." Raditz started to speak, but Frieza spoke over him, "On whose order?" Raditz ceased attempting to speak, lowering his head. "No seriously, I want to know who's appointing orders around here without given my consent." Frieza's crimson, alarming pupils stared directly at Raditz's cowardice onyx eyes.
If looks could kill, Raditz would be obliterated. He continued to stare directly at the floor, remaining Frieza's question unanswered.
"Okay, since you believe that I'm talking to myself, I'll directly ask you, Raditz.. Who runs my empire, Raditz?" Frieza folded his arms as his long pink tail suddenly picked up slow movement, slowly slithering on the beige tiles. Raditz was still staring at Frieza's feet, "You do.." Raditz whispered. Frieza nodded, "Yes, I do. Did I, or any of my officials appoint you elite, Raditz?" Raditz then shook his head, indicating that was a no. He didn't expect the sudden tail whip to the cheek, knocking him directly on the floor as soon as he answered the question, clenching his bleeding cheek in agony.
Kahale expected it, but didn't dare intervene unlike Raditz's last skirmish. Frieza's tone was now a bit more aggressive as he choked out, "Then what makes you think you can order what occurs in my empire!? I deemed you a low-class, don't think your pathetic monkey father's accomplishments can nonverbally change that fact!" Frieza then wrapped his tail firmly around Raditz's neck, hanging him closer to him as he suddenly nailed his arm into Raditz's lower back, sending a chunk of Raditz's armor onto the floor as Raditz yelped in horror. "I am the emperor! Not a single piece of trash calls you Lord Raditz, now do they, inbred monkey?" Frieza's harsh words didn't speak nearly as painful as the second punch he delivered onto Raditz's torso, this one aimed for his kidney. "You run nothing in my empire. You need to learn your place, filthy ape. You Saiyans tend to forget, and I've frankly grown sick of it." Frieza then delivered a flurry of blows to Raditz's torso.
Tossing Raditz onto the floor, Frieza reached for his desk and retrieved a box labeled 'Salt'. Quickly kicking Raditz onto his stomach, Frieza covered every exposed bit of Raditz's back with salt, causing him to scream vigorously as his seeping blood reacted negatively to the salt. Frieza reached up to his red scouter, and pressed a button. "Zarbon, escort the third class Saiyan Raditz to the medical bay." He spoke into the scouter, and a voice spoke out, "Yes, Lord Frieza.." Within moments, the teal man from the stage barged in the room, locking his eyes on the now unconscious Raditz.
Zarbon and Kahale exchanged glares, before Zarbon quickly walked over to Raditz, appearing slightly on edge. Once Raditz was unwillingly carried out the room, Frieza turned to the stunned, yet alert Kahale, "Kahale, I believe?"
Kahale nodded before vocally verifying, "Y-Yes sir…" Kahale's fear was written on his face like a signature, earning a significant smile from Frieza. "I was impressed that you managed to actually damage your king's nephew. Unlike your brother or most Saiyans in fact, I can tell you actually have half a brain. Most Saiyans would've let Raditz die, but you managed to act intelligently without any proper training. I'm aware you're Bardock's son, so I have a proposition for you. How would you and your brother like to conquer a planet together?" Frieza inquired, and Kahale's tense expression immediately lessened, "We'd love to, Lord Frieza." Frieza chuckled, "Excellent. You two will depart to the launching pad when your brother is rejuvenated to go to Planet Rah-Mun, understand?"
Kahale bowed, "Yes, Lord Frieza!"
Frieza smirked, "You are dismissed."
Upon exiting into the hallway, Kahale thought to himself silently as he walked. 'So that's why Raditz fears Frieza so much.. He's a monster. If this is how he treats his workers, I hate to see how he treats any opponent…' Then something caught his eye. He hid firmly against the wall as he noticed a small boy and a large man. The boy's hair defied gravity with an exception of the spiky bangs in his eyes. He also wore white and gold Saiyan armor, sealed with a red cape.
The man seemingly had a patch of a black bush for hair, and his large burly body wore blue and gold armor as he walked behind the boy.
"Man, Frieza. There will be a day that we won't have to take anymore orders from him!"
"You think so?"
"I know so!"
"Heh, I like that!"
Kahale knew exactly who they were. The child was Vegeta, the prince of all Saiyans, and the older man was the Saiyan general named Nappa, who was also appointed Vegeta's bodyguard by King Vegeta. Kahale scowled upon the sight of the two, for he personally despised them both for his own reasoning. Although he never acted to his feelings, he did feel that he should be prince, unlike this undeserving spoiled brat. His father started directly from the bottom, and now is just as strong as the King. Then there was Nappa.
Kahale couldn't respect a man so powerful, yet he sucks up to the prince in such a manner, Prince Vegeta himself seems uncomfortable with it. At the end of the day, Kahale simply felt he and his family was far more deserving. After what seemed like hours of staring at them walk to Frieza's office of Planet Vegeta, Kahale sighed as he sped off to the medical bay.
Once arriving to the medical room, he abruptly turned to the doctor, "How is he?" He asked with a tint of anger lingering in his face. The doctor flinched slightly upon his unexpected arrival, "He'll be finished momentarily. He took quite the beating, good thing his Saiyan genes will cover for it." Kahale nodded before taking a seat. As Malaka, the doctor waited, he turned to Kahale, "So what happened to him?"
After receiving no answer, Malaka turned to Kahale, who was tensely scowling at him. "He got full of himself, and took a beating from Frieza…" Malaka raised his brows, "I knew it. Frieza tends to inflict the gravest injuries out of all the patients I've ever had the fortunate luck to cross paths with.." Kahale said nothing, simply folded his arms as he focused on his older brother in the medical tank. Soon enough, the strange liquid that submerged Raditz drained, and the door of the immovable pod flung open, allowing the nude Saiyan to remove himself from the tank. Raditz flexed his muscles a bit questionably, glaring up to Malaka.
"I feel stronger…" Kahale pressed a button on his scouter. Kahale raised a brow, "Huh.. Your Power Level went from 70 to 77…" Malaka nodded, "Yes. When Saiyans recover from serious injuries, their power level jumps a bit. And with each beating they stack up, the rate of how much their power increases skyrockets. We call it the Zenkai theory, though it's not really a theory since it's scientifically proven…" They nodded, before Kahale turned to the now dressing Raditz, "I have some news.." Raditz quirked a brow, "Oh?" he questioned.
"Yeah. Frieza has assigned us a planet to conquer. Planet Rah-Mun." Raditz furrowed his brows, "Wait, Lord Frieza has assigned us to a planet?" his eyes dilated slightly in confusion, earning a nod from Kahale.
'Something's definitely not right..' Raditz thought.
'Why would Frieza send Saiyan Academy undergraduates to conquer a planet?' Raditz scowled, before turning back to his brother, "Let's get to it, then."
"Right." Kahale smirked as they left, then he paused. "Can we get something to eat first?" "Wait until we get to Rah-Mun…"
"Rules on Space Travel, monkeys. Rule 1, do not go to any planet you aren't assigned to. Rule 2, do not leave a single survivor on conquering planets. Rule 3, do not waste time on other planets. In other words, don't spend more than 2 weeks on a planet unless you absolutely need the time.. Here's how to program your space pod. Turn it on, then click on the Planet Trade Organization roster, click Frieza's territory, then find the planet you are assigned to and click launch. If you idiots are too incompetent to do that, don't hesitate to seek help." the flight attendant instructed to the children. Oddly, Kahale and Raditz were the only ones being sent on missions today, another thing that Raditz saw was out of place. "Remember Kahale, planet Rah-Mun" Raditz spoke from the pod next to him. "I'm hungry Raditz…." Kahale groaned. "Shut up!" he blatantly hissed to his younger brother. Kahale looked into Frieza's planetary roster as instructed, and his eyes focused on a certain planet.
Planet Meat
'I suppose I can get a bite to eat there before I go to Rah-Mun!'
Kahale clicked the prompt for Planet Meat, and the two space pods spoke in a metallic, feminine voice, "Launching in 5...4...3...2…" and instantly the two pods were thousands of feet in the air. Out in orbit, Raditz couldn't help but notice Kahale's pod taking a sharp turn away from his, and he immediately began pounding on the window. "KAHALE, NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? I TOLD YOU PLANET RAH-MUN!"
But it was too late, Kahale's pod was at least 50 miles off course.
Normally, whenever you were assigned to a planet to conquer, the space pod activated a chemical to put you to sleep. This chemical somehow not only permanently renders the inhaler unconscious, but it also prevents them from dying of hunger, thirst, even prevents them from aging a second. It was like a surreal hibernation switch. Luckily there's a chemical implemented in the pod to omit the first chemical once close to their destination. However, Kahale's destination was merely an hour away, so the pod decided not to put him under any chemicals. Kahale was astonished by the countless stars and planets he came across, for he felt the fact that the universe being extremely expansive was staggering.
He could only imagine the diversity between every unique race residing on each planet practically next to each other, and yet most of them couldn't even be accountable to what's beyond their atmosphere. He felt it was sad, for now he understood why it was so easy for Frieza to grip the universe in fear with an iron fist.
Just like Kahale, Raditz didn't gain the luxury of chemical activation. Unlike Kahale, however, Raditz spent his time feeling restless rather than productive. So many thoughts were purging through his head.
'What is Lord Frieza going to do to Kahale?'
'Is Kahale going to live? Am I going to live?'
These thoughts invaded Raditz's metacognition the entire duration of the hour long trip.
He didn't bother looking at the stars. He didn't feel amazed by what he saw, for all he could think about was that his little brother was out there causing trouble for the both of them. Before Raditz even knew it, the feminine voice within the space pod spoke to him once more. "APPROACHING PLANET RAH-MUN, PREPARE YOURSELF FOR LANDING!" 'Prepare myself? What do I even need to prepare for?' Raditz curiously thought before peering out the pod's red translucent window.
All he saw was the smooth ground, then it hit him.
"WE DON'T HAVE LANDING PADS HERE!" He shouted in a frenzy, grabbing the most sturdy thing nearby for support. "LANDING IN 5...4...3...2…" The foreign impact for Raditz was tremendously overwhelming, and he found it interesting how the pod digs up a crater upon landing. Once he realized the pod had stopped descending, Raditz quickly picked up a small, rectangular device, the ship's controller, and he stuffed it within the cleavage of his armor. "WELCOME TO PLANET RAH-MUN. DESTROY ALL LIFE FORMS!" the pod spoke finally, before the door automatically sliding down, a bit of dust kicking in upon impact.
Raditz eased himself out of the space pod, eyeing the landscape. The Planet was absolutely a wonderful sight. The grasses were a dark purple, the skies resembled the Earth's sunset, the trees were perfectly shaped. Raditz took a moment to inhale, then exhale in tranquility, then he smirked. The irony; the planet is soothing, but it's inhabitants were soon to be extinct. Pressing the button on his scouter, Raditz scanned around for the highest power level.
"3,000 miles northeast...That's on the other side of the planet. I think I'll let him come to me… Power Level of 92, that would be trouble if it's just me by myself… Dammit Kahale.. Well, besides him, everyone else seems to be pathetic weaklings… There's multiple energies gathered together closeby, must be a town. Might as well start there.." With that established, Raditz picked his feet off the ground and floated quickly to the west.
Raditz took note that the civilization was far below the Planet Trade Organization's standards. Upon arrival he smirked at the tens of people oddly staring at him. The species itself wasn't particularly ugly, even Raditz found himself double-taking when he saw the women. Their race was quite skinny and tall, had beige skin and a lime green eye color. One of the older man stood and spoke, "Greetings, traveler. What brings you here?" Raditz chuckled, walking forward towards the man.
He extended his palm slowly towards the unexpecting man, who extended his own to shake, but he got a different reaction. Raditz charged a small amount of ki in his hand, aimed directly at the man's head, and fired a basic energy ball, which enveloped the man's entire skull. Raditz giggled when the corpse plopped onto the floor, and everyone near him gasped. Raditz looked around at all the terrified faces itching to be away from the child. This foreign sense of euphoria fueled him. It made him feel like a powerful warrior, as if nothing could stop him, this same feeling that urged for a Saiyan to live.
Raditz smirked viciously as he muttered to himself, "I'm so gonna enjoy this.." his tone grew more wicked as he attempted to further intimidate his prey, "YOU WILL ALL DIE ONE BY ONE! PREPARE YOURSELVES!" This was followed by a menacing laugh. Raditz could now forget about elites, forget about royalty, forget about Frieza and even Kahale. All that stands now is him, and the fate of the inhabitants of Rah-Mun.
"APPROACHING PLANET MEAT!" The feminine metallic voice spoke once more, and Kahale focused his curious eyes out the window, and what he saw shocked him. The planet almost resembled planet Vegeta, except through the eyes of orbit, the planet actually looked like a ball of uncooked meat. Kahale licked his lips in satisfaction as he kept his eyes on the prize, ignoring the voice warning him that they were close to landing. The landing itself caught Kahale by surprise, but not certainly enough to actually shift his concentration. Once his pod door automatically opened, Kahale darted out the pod like a bullet, floating out of the crater before landing on the surface of the wasteland he intruded. The ground was a brownish beige, much like a rock or stone, and the red skies were accompanied by white clouds.
Kahale looked over and gasped, for he was taken aback by scenery he didn't quite grasp onto at first glance.
Toppled on boulder a few feet away from the Saiyan, was a corpse, what Kahale inferred was a Meatian. The Meatians somewhat resembled Frieza slightly, with pink arms and legs. Except the Meatian had an indigo exoskeleton, and a large head to match in color. They had a mask for lips, and no eyelids to cover their pure dark blue pupiless eyes. They also had 3 talon-like fingers and toes. This specific Meatian was preserving in purple blood.
Kahale then began looking around, now realizing this land was littered with corpses; some in rock buildings, some in craters, some on land, and some weren't even fully intact. "Did someone attack Planet Meat…?" Kahale asked to particularly no one, and as if on cue, his scouter beeped in a warning. He turned to a different direction, where the signal is coming from. "A high, yet fading power level… Could that mean that someone's dying?" With no time wasted, Kahale darted off in flight as he approached his destination.
Once landed, Kahale was officially in a grotesque mood the moment he touched down to the detestable reality. His eye caught on to four Saiyan dead bodies, 3 male and one female. They were covered with scrapes, scars, fresh and dried blood and other wounds. He also recognized who they were.
He was introduced to them as Bardock's crew.
"Borgos… Fasha… Shugesh...Tora… DAD!" Kahale roared as he charged towards the man allegedly recognized as Kahale's father, the apparent lone survivor. He sat up, resting his weakened body on a boulder complex. He looked just like Kahale, except he had a scar on his cheek, and his armor was indigo and lime green. The armor used lime straps instead of shoulder guards, and the leg guards were lime also. He wore long red wristbands and ankle bands, and also wore dark teal spandex pants, suitable for combat. Lastly, something Kahale hadn't seen before, Bardock wore a red bandana over his forehead and tied in a knot to support itself.
Bardock was also heavily wounded, covered in blood. He looked up, dazed, at his son. "K...K-Kahale.. What are you doing here?" he practically whispered, for it was difficult to even find the energy to project his voice. Kahale quickly dashed over to help his father onto his feet, "Never Mind that. What happened here? Who did this to you, the meat people!?" Bardock weakly looked up to his skeptical son, shaking his head before adding, "No, it wasn't them.."
"Then, who did this!?"
Bardock looked at his son in a melancholy as he sighed nervously, "D-Dodoria and his men were sent by...Frieza.. to kill us… Frieza plans to.. d-destroy… Planet Vegeta…"
"WHAT!?"
