A/N: To keep this short and sweet Goku didn't die at the end of the Cell Saga and he had the idea to bring his brother back from the dead. I would like to take this moment to thank Renol for inspiring me to finally write a Dragon Ball Z story. If you don't know who Renol is, then I highly suggest that you read his stories because they are fantastic. And now I am done with talking, but I hope you like it!
Chapter 1: Give me a Disaster
The evening was boring and tedious and the look he wore on his face did not indicate otherwise. He was not a person who faked emotion to make other people happy. Leaning against a wall far from the large gathering of people, Raditz had his arms crossed across his chest and watched for any indication of a fight. Of course these humans wouldn't do anything like that here, it wouldn't be considered civil. He sneered at an old fat man that stared at him too long. Of course even if anything did happen all the Earth's strongest warriors were there to ensure nothing got out of hand, leaving Raditz nothing to contend with. The long haired warrior snorted to himself; Vegeta's mate could throw a party for the most asinine reasons, such as charity and animal welfare. As far as he was concerned those who couldn't do for themselves deserved their station in life and animals? Well, they deserved to be eaten. This was one of those ridiculous events and of course he had to go. Not willingly, but being threatened by the screaming banshee that Kakarrot called a wife gave him due cause to go. Tugging a little too hard on the collar of his dress shirt, he heard a few threads pop. Rolling his eyes in irritation he longed to put on his combat armor instead of the infernal suit his brother insist he wear.
Being in hell was no picnic and the time passed so slowly that there was no real definition of time anymore. All he could do was train and listen to the whiney losers that bemoaned their fate being in such a terribly dull place. When the day came that he had been wished back to life, he had been surprised at what had happened to change his fortune. Then when he saw his brother he knew that he had something to do with it. After a very brief scuffle with his incredibly strong little brother, he had been introduced slowly to the rest of the warriors that Kakarrot called his friends. Much to his surprise, Vegeta had been included among that group and he even settled down somewhat. He managed to have a brat with his blue haired mate and had a home of his own. The rest was history from then on, living with his brother and his family. It would do well to say that training with his brother was almost worse than hell; to know that he had surpassed him in strength as well as being able to reach Super Saiyan wounded his pride greatly. Essentially Kakarrot was a living legend, but he seemed determined to beat the snot out of his brother any chance they got to train. In the end he knew it made him stronger, but it pissed him off to no end that his brother might always be stronger than he was.
"If looks could kill I think everyone here would be dead." Gohan looked up at his uncle. It was clear he didn't want to be there, but he had no choice. His mother had no food in the house and Uncle Raditz wasn't a great cook to any stretch of the imagination.
"What do you want brat?" His nephew always showed up at the worst moments. Raditz was irritated and getting close to leaving and finding something productive to do, like training for instance. The young boy's eyes averted his uncle's hulking frame, hoping to avoid provoking him into an argument.
"You looked lonely over here all by yourself." Gohan was a polite and sweet boy, but that got him no where with Raditz.
"I'm not lonely. I'm bored to tears with this stupid party that I have no reason to be at. If Kakarrot could control his woman, I wouldn't even be here." He sneered at Gohan and continued on his rant. "Warriors are taught to fight, not sit about like these human weaklings." The younger boy sighed; he had given it his best shot to make his uncle feel wanted and included, but it hadn't worked. The long haired warrior was difficult to figure out with his hard demeanor. He pushed himself off the wall he had been leaning on and went to go to his father who was at the center of a group of people, presumably telling everyone about a wild adventure he had been on or something related to that.
"If you want someone to talk to, I'll be around Uncle Raditz." Gohan disappeared into the crowd, leaving his uncle clenching his jaw. His brother and his mate made their son into a weak warrior. A real warrior doesn't offer emotional comforts or displays of affection, it was unheard of on Vegetasei .
Time dragged by almost driving Raditz mad. There were a couple hours left for the function and as soon as the time was up, Raditz was out of there. He contemplated why Vegeta would let his mate make him go to her dull party; maybe she was blackmailing him? Or maybe she had promised something fantastic if he went? He stood there thinking until one of the doors he had been standing next to swung open, nearly hitting him. His large hand caught the door and almost slammed it back against whoever was clumsy enough to hit someone with a door, but he caught himself. If he had hurt any of the Earthlings at the party, he could say good bye to his face once Kakarrot was done wiping the floor with it. A woman was standing in the opening of the door, biting her lip and pulling on a strand of hair. Her power level was spiking up and down, making Raditz wonder what was up with her. Her eyes did a once over of the room and she made a groan of aggravation.
"What's wrong woman?" A voice seemingly came out of nowhere, but she turned to her right and saw a rather large man. In an instant her power level went down and a quick grin came to her face.
"Are you busy?" The question came out from left field.
"No." He answered dumbly. The woman grabbed his hand and started pulling him into the next room.
"Good, because I need some help." For some reason he followed like a lost puppy. He caught her scent in the air as they moved quickly to another door. She smelled like sugar and flour; not something he had smelled too often. They had stopped abruptly at a door that was open to the outside and there was a rolling cart next to the door, propping it open. The woman clapped her ands together. "What I need you to do is help me move that huge monstrosity of a cake to this cart." The task was rather simple, although the thing she said was a cake did not look like a cake. What she was pointing at looked like a child's dream come true with exotic animal toys and structures. She had already got to once side of the cake, getting ready to use some team work in moving the heavy item.
"Move out of my way woman." Raditz slipped his hand under the support structure and moved it with ease. The woman's eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets. It had taken four guys to put the cake in her car and it had taken one to take it out.
"Holy crap." Of course his strength surprised her, she was an average human with no fighting experience or any knowledge. She took his hand again and shook it vigorously. "Thank you! If you hadn't have been here I would've been stuck outside here wondering how to get this in." She scurried with the cart going through the doors they had just come through. Raditz followed her until they were both in the large parlor, he went back to his designated spot and watched as everyone started turning around one by one to look at the sugary confection. Many oh's and awe's filled the room as Bulma started spouting out some nonsense about her charity work and she was presented a large knife. The aqua haired woman cut into the cake and the chaos began with Goku leading the way. Raditz noticed that the black clad woman smiled and thanked the host and quietly started maneuvered her way through the crowd. She was going to leave the same way she came, crossing paths once more with Raditz. Stopping before she opened the door she turned.
"What's your name sir?" It was weird to be called sir; it made him feel old. He crossed his arms over his chest.
"Raditz." The woman pulled on the door.
"Thank you Raditz, you helped me avert a disaster." She slipped off gently, leaving no one else but Raditz to know that she had gone.