(This story was done in my free time…Well, more like it was "begun" in my free time and so I'm just going with it. I don't even know how it ended up the way it did. Originally it wasn't going to be Goku's brother…In fact, it was going to be where Goku had fought Nappa, and Nappa was going to come back, but something in my head was like "NO! Absolutely not!" and it turned out differently. Hope it's good…)
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Bulma was snooping around the old battle site when she stumbled upon him.
She had been flying towards Son Goku's house when she spotted the all-too familiar crater. Inside it, the remains of a space pod remained, rusted slightly, poking out from a few thin layers of dirt and dust. A rock large enough for her to see in the air lay in the same spot that he had died at, but the soil seemed fresh, even from afar. She landed the aeroplane and hopped out, her blue hair covering her face. A shot of pain through her back caused her to temporarily pause. She was not as young as she used to be.
Bulma walked up to the crater's edge and folded her arms, closing her eyes as she remembered back to when it had first happened. Raditz had arrived at Master Roshi's island and took Gohan, and so Piccolo and Goku had called a truce to defeat the Saiyan. Goku, in a last ditch effort, had grabbed Raditz from behind and had held on, suffering through Piccolo's Makankosappo. Both had died, a hole through each of them. Seeing Goku suffer, in so much pain, in that condition had nearly caused Bulma to clamp her hands over her ears and try to make herself believe it was not real. Unfortunately, it had happened, and one of her best friends had died.
She sighed. She hated it when she drifted off in thought.
She stepped forward just slightly, looking at the pieces of machinery as she smirked. If only there were in better condition, then she could build something from those pieces.
A groan from behind her made her nearly jump out of her skin, but she composed herself, taking in a deep breath as she slowly glanced behind her back. The sight she was met with nearly made her scream.
"Agh! H-how the? Where's my phone!" Bulma exclaimed, digging into her jacket pocket. She pulled out her cell phone and fumbled with it for a moment before dialing in a number. She held it to her ear and waited impatiently, moving from one foot to the other. It took a few minutes, but finally the phone of the other end was answered.
- "Grr, woman, what do you want? I'm trying to train!" -
"V-V-Vegeta, you need to get over here r-right now," Bulma stuttered, before mentally slapping herself. She took in a deep breath and bit her lip. "I mean, like, right now. Seriously."
- "WOMAN! I don't have time for your crap!" -
"Listen to me damnit! You've gotta come see this!" Bulma yelled into her phone, growling. "I'm not kidding! This is serious!"
"Fine, I'm here!" Vegeta yelled, landing beside Bulma, who nearly screamed in surprise before huffing. "What's this serious business that you..." He trailed off, following his wife's line of sight. His eye twitched when he saw what-no, more like who she was looking at.
Vegeta stood there, mouth agape in shock and confusion, mirroring the look on Bulma's face. There, laying on the ground only a few feet away from them, was a living, breathing Raditz.
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"What is the meaning of this, woman?"
"Like I would know, Vegeta...All I know is that he just...appeared," Bulma said, folding her arms slightly as she closed her eyes, sighing slightly. "But...we can't just leave him here, even if I do want to. So...what are we going to do?"
"There's nothing much that we can do," Vegeta grunted, annoyed. "I suppose we just take him back. I'll have Kakarot figure out what's going on in Otherworld. Who the hell knows what's going on up there."
"Um...how are you going to get him...Oh, nevermind," Bulma said, watching as Vegeta walked forward and kneeled, gathering up Raditz in his arms. He looked at the other Saiyan in disgust, and Bulma noticed that he was bleeding. She couldn't tell where from, but he certainly was, and because of that, there was blood all over Vegeta's white shirt.
"I'll meet you at Capsule Corp," Vegeta said, jumping into the air. Bulma rubbed the back of her neck as she sighed, and she made her way back to her aeroplane. This was going to be a very long day already.
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"Oh my! What happened to this dear boy?" Panchy, Bulma's mother, asked. She looked at Vegeta, who folded his arms and, with a huff, closed his eyes and looked away.
"How the hell would I know? Raditz should be dead!" Vegeta said, growling silently to himself. Raditz lay on the couch, eyebrows furrowed, teeth gritted, and eyes closed tightly. Vegeta glanced down at the other Saiyan and snorted in revulsion. Raditz groaned loudly before mumbling something under his breath.
"...Monster...Get...away from father..."
"...What the?" Vegeta grumbled under his breath, taking a step forward as he looked down at Raditz, who turned onto his side and reached downwards, grasping at something that wasn't there.
"How's he holding up?" Bulma asked, walking into the room. She sipped her cup of coffee before holding out her tongue and waving her hand towards it, trying to cool down her tongue. She closed her mouth and sighed slightly once her tongue was no longer burning, and she walked over to Vegeta, standing beside him.
"If you're definition of 'holding up' is bleeding, groaning, and having nightmares, then he's doing just fine," Vegeta said sarcastically. He turned on his heels and walked out, waving off any comment that Bulma might have wanted to make. She puffed her cheeks outwards before yelping as something grabbed a hold of her leg. She raised her hand and slapped the hand clutching her leg, which belonged to Raditz. He yelped, sitting up quickly before crying out in pain. He grabbed his side and nearly collapsed, but Bulma moved to his side and caught him, holding him up. She pushed him to his right and then gently eased him backwards, his eyes closed tightly in pain.
"Bulma, here, move sweetie," Panchy said. She had been silent the whole time, trying to keep her worry to herself, but her motherly instinct came over her, and she gently shooed Bulma away. Panchy bent over slightly, huffing as she looked at the armor Raditz had on. "Bulma, honey, do you have something to get his armor off with?"
"Um...No. Sorry," Bulma said, shrugging. Vegeta walked back into the room before pausing, looking down at Raditz with a heavy frown. Just then, Raditz opened his eyes and looked at the two women before his eyes glanced over at Vegeta. As soon as he spotted the Saiyan Prince, he nearly jumped off of the couch, but a wave of pain shot through his side. He opened his mouth to say something, but he closed his eyes and hissed, doubling over in pain.
"That's it!" Vegeta snarled. He shoved Raditz backwards, grabbed his armor, and yanked it off without a second thought. Raditz gritted his teeth, his eyes snapping open as he hissed again, much louder. Bulma glared at Vegeta and grabbed a newspaper off of the table, rolling it up and hitting the back of his head with it. He dropped the armor in his hands and turned towards Bulma, raising a fist in anger.
"WOMAN!" He yelled.
"VEGETA!" Bulma yelled back.
"You two, stop arguing!" Panchy pleaded, turning towards Raditz again. "Bulma, can you go get me the bandages? And Vegeta, please, leave the room. Honey, I know you try to do good, but you're not helping any."
"Mrph," Vegeta grunted. He stormed out, leaving the room yet again. Bulma left and quickly returned, holding a first-aid box in her hands. She handed it to her mother, who opened it and grabbed the bandages.
"Raditz, sweetie, this is going to hurt a bit," Panchy said. She motioned for him to lean forward, and he did so, going as far as he could before closing his eyes. Panchy sat down beside his right side on the couch and plucked a small bottle of rubbing alcohol from the first-aid kit. She grabbed a cleaning swab and poured a little of the rubbing alcohol on it, and then looked at the wound she was about to clean. It was a large cut, but it was only deep enough to cause a little bit of heavy bleeding, so it was safe for her to clean it. She gently touched the swab to the wound and nearly regretted it.
"GAH! WOMAN! GET THAT EVIL THING AWAY FROM ME! IT BURNS!"
"Oh, I'm sorry honey, but I have to clean it," Panchy said, laughing slightly as Raditz whimpered, opening his eyes. He noticed that Vegeta was yet again standing at the doorway of the room, and was conscious of the fact that there was another woman standing in the room.
"...It'll burn. For a long while. Enjoy," Vegeta said, laughing loudly as he raised his head. Raditz looked at him hopelessly, gritting his teeth slightly.
"Vegeta, you yelled even louder when I used rubbing alcohol on you a while back," Bulma said, waving the newspaper at him. He immediately blushed and turned towards her, growling as he raised his fists.
"I'll kill you!"
"Not if you want to be stuck raising Trunks yourself," Bulma said. "You'll have to get an actual job...You'll have to fly him to school everyday...Go shopping for food and clothes…Eventually pay for his college..."
"...Grr! You win this time, you wench!" Vegeta snarled, stomping down the hallway as Bulma grinned and chuckled slightly. Raditz was focused on not crying out in pain, which he was succeeding at, for the most part. Panchy finished cleaning his wound off and wrapped it gently. She tied the bandage and then stood, smiling slightly at the long-haired Saiyan.
"I'm surprised you didn't scream as loud as Vegeta had," Bulma said, giggling as Raditz blushed and puffed his cheeks out slightly. He blew out the air in his mouth and sighed, leaning back on the couch again.
"...He is gone for now, isn't he? I hate having Vegeta see me like some weakling..."
"Yes, he's gone. And don't worry, he's died more times than you have," Bulma said, laughing slightly as Raditz gave her a startled look.
"What?"
"Oh, it's true," she said, clearing her throat. "He died when facing Frieza, and then died when he tried to destroy Majin Buu by blowing himself up. That was an exceptionally stupid thing of him to do, but..."
"He did WHAT?" Raditz exclaimed, standing up before gritting his teeth and showing a fake smile as his eye twitched. "Oww..."
"Sit down, honey," Panchy said, smiling as she gently placed her hands on Raditz' shoulders. He huffed and sat down, folding his arms slightly. Panchy turned to Bulma and covered her mouth with her hand as she whispered to her daughter.
"Can we adopt this one?"
"What?" Bulma asked, whispering hastily. "There's no way. He can't stay here!"
"Aw, why not? I'd love to have someone else that I can take care of," Panchy said.
"...I can hear you two," Raditz said, looking at them as they glanced at him. Bulma and Panchy giggled, looking at each other.
"I forgot about how good they can hear," Panchy said, blushing.
"Don't feel bad, I do all the time. You should hear some of the things Vegeta says to me when he hears what I mutter to myself," Bulma said.
"...Er...Would someone explain that to me?" Raditz asked, looking away as Panchy and Bulma looked at him again.
"Oh, right, Vegeta. He came to Earth not that long ago. A year or two later, we got married and -," Bulma began, but was cut off as Raditz covered his eyes with his hand and held up his free one.
"Don't continue that sentence. Please."
"Ha, I was surprised by it myself," Panchy said, smiling as she took a seat beside Raditz. He looked at her for a moment, and then blushed as his stomach growled loudly.
"Er..."
"Supper is in an hour, so hang on for that long," Bulma said. "I'm going to be helping mom cook. Isn't that right?"
"Yep, you sure are," Panchy said, smiling widely before standing up. She left alongside Bulma, leaving Raditz to himself. He stood and silently walked out of the room after the two women left, and walked through the halls before finally discovering the front door. He sighed quietly in relief and opened to the door, and was about to walk out when he looked down and noticed a rather short, black spiky-haired Saiyan standing infront of him.
"Oh…um…hey V -"
"Get. In. The. House. Right. Now."
"But, um, I -"
"I said to get in the damn house."
"But Veg -"
"RIGHT. NOW."
"GODDAMNIT VEGETA NO!" Raditz yelled, punching Vegeta in the face. Realizing what he did, he spun around and tried to run into the house, but Vegeta grabbed him by his hair and dragged him outside.
"VEGETA NO I'M SORRY!"
"You're going to be TRULY sorry when I'm done with you, low-life," Vegeta said, grinning maliciously.
"DON'T HURT ME PLEASE!" Raditz pleaded. Vegeta let go of him, spun him around, and punched him in the face the same way Vegeta had been punched. The shorter Saiyan proceeded with punching Raditz again, and it was all the other Saiyan could do to defend himself.
"You're still the weakling you always were!"
"I'M NOT WEAK!" Raditz screamed, tackling Vegeta and going in for a punch. It was strong enough to cause a small hole in the ground beside Vegeta's head, and the other Saiyan glared at Raditz, mildly surprised before pushing him off and standing.
"Shit," Vegeta muttered, wiping off a bit of blood onto his hand. He glanced down towards his cheek. "Bastard. You actually cut me."
The only reply that Vegeta received was an angered growl.
Vegeta grunted, folding his arms. There's something strange going on...Damn! He thought to himself, jumping into the air as Raditz tried to tackle him. He landed on the top of the building and looked down at Raditz, who snarled.
"VEGETA, GET OFF THE DAMN ROOF!" Bulma yelled, sticking her head out of one of the windows to look up at him. He glared down at her before suddenly appearing infront of her, taking a Ki blast from Raditz. After the smoke disappeared, Vegeta winced, looking down at his arm. Bulma pushed him to the side and yanked his injured right arm towards her so that she could look at it. "Holy! He actually hurt you!"
"I noticed."
"Don't get grouchy with me, mister!" Bulma scolded. "If you two ruin the house before dinner, then I won't feed either of you."
"What?"
Vegeta and Bulma looked down at Raditz, and he looked at Bulma, eyes widened after hearing what she had said. Vegeta's eye twitched, and he grabbed Bulma's glass cup from her and chucked it at Raditz. It hit the long haired Saiyan directly on the head, and he stumbled backwards, yelping in surprise. The cup instantly shattered, though it left no cuts on Raditz.
"Ow! What the crap Vegeta? What was that for?
"FOR PISSING ME OFF!" Vegeta roared, causing Raditz to step backwards in surprise. "No one defies the Prince of all Saiyans! NO ONE!"
"Except Goku, Yamcha, Krillin, Piccolo, Gohan -," Bulma began, but was interrupted as Vegeta turned around and glared at her.
"WOMAN! QUIT INTERRUPTING!"
"Why don't you get over yourself?" Bulma asked, twirling her brush in her hand. "Stop being such a stuck up, know-it-all, smartass..."
"WOMAN!"
"Ha...ha...Hahaha! I can't believe this!" Raditz said, laughing loudly before jumping out of the way as Vegeta shot a Ki blast at him. He continued to laugh, and nearly got hit with another blast, but deflected it. "The Great Vegeta, held down by a human woman!"
"Why you insolent -! RAH! To hell with you both!" Vegeta said, landing on the ground and storming off. Raditz frowned before cupping his hands around his mouth.
"I'd rather not go back there!"
"Hey Raditz!" Bulma called out, waving her hand in the air as she stuck half of her body out of her window. "Come back inside! You need a bath!"
"W-what? Are you saying I smell bad?" Raditz said, looking up at her. She laughed, shaking her head as she disappeared back into the room. Raditz made his way back inside and ran into Panchy, accidentally bumping into her. The older woman nearly fell, but Raditz was behind her in a flash and caught her, holding her small biceps in his large hands. She looked up at him and smiled, laughing slightly at the occurrence. Raditz helped her stand up, and she nodded to him thankfully.
"I was just coming to check up on you when you walked in, and I was rather distracted. I'm sorry, dear."
"N-no, it's fine," Raditz said, poking his index fingers together. He hated this side of himself, the caring side, the complete opposite of his ruthless, battle-loving personality.
"Something wrong? You seem a bit shaken up," Panchy said, looking at him as she opened her eyes. He looked downwards, still poking his fingers.
"Just got in an argument with Vegeta," Raditz answered.
"He didn't hurt you, did he?" Panchy asked.
"Not really...I mean, I think I'll have a few bruises on my face and arms tomorrow, but he's the one that got cut…" Raditz trailed off as Bulma walked down the hall, holding a large towel in her hands with a few bottles of shampoo resting on it. She shoved it into Raditz's hands, and he looked at her, confused.
"You," she said, poking his chest as Panchy giggled at the spectacle, "are taking a bath. Right. Now."
"...What are these bottles?" Raditz asked, holding up a bottle of shampoo and examining it. Bulma and Panchy looked at each other and laughed, leaving Raditz completely confused.
"You didn't have shampoo on Planet Vegeta? Ha, that's not hard to believe. That's shampoo. It's for cleaning your hair and keep it from tangling up," Bulma said, shrugging and shaking her head as she laughed slightly yet again.
"...My hair has never really be tangled," Raditz said. "Dirty, yeah, considering the blood, dust, and other stuff, but never tangled..."
"Wow, must be easy maintenance," Panchy said, opening her eyes again before blinking them shut. "You Saiyans sure are lucky. You're powerful, and your hair is so fashionable!"
"Um, mom, his hair belongs back in the 80's," Bulma said, causing Panchy to blush and giggle. Raditz remained silent, completely and utterly confused. Females on this planet...sure are...strange.
"Come on Raditz, best get you ready for your first night here," Bulma said, then walked down the hall.
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Raditz stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist, which was partially held up by his tail. He grabbed a towel off of the rim of the sink and dried his hair with it, huffing before setting down the fabric and powering up slightly, just enough to dry himself off. Once he was dry and warm, he powered down and changed into the outfit Bulma had left for him.
The shirt was simple enough, a dark blue color with a black under shirt. The pants were black, and she had provided him with a dark brown leather belt, which he pulled through the loops on his jeans. He pulled the white boots and looked at them, noticing that the tips were golden and that they had dark grey sides. He examined his clothes for a few seconds longer before walking out of the bathroom and stretching, yawning loudly.
How long has it been since I ate actual food? It's been a couple of decades…Maybe more…
He walked down the halls, concentrating carefully on the voices he could hear and the smell of food. Letting his senses lead him, he appeared in the kitchen door, much to the surprise of Panchy, while Bulma seemed unaffected by it.
"Afternoon," Bulma greeted, stirring a pot calmly. Panchy went back to chopping up vegetables. Raditz was tempted to enter, but he did not know how the two Earthlings would act towards him if he did so.
"...Do you...need any help?"
"Hmm?" Panchy looked up before glancing down at the vegetables she was cutting. It was going painfully slow because of her age. She rubbed her wrist before looking at Raditz once again, smiling. "Well, if you could chop up these vegetables…"
"Sure thing," Raditz said, walking in. He gently motioned for Panchy to move, and she did so, watching as he picked up the knife. Bulma watched both nervously and carefully, still remembering all of the things that this man had down before. With surprising speed, Raditz moved the carrot that had been previously chopped by Panchy and grabbed another, finishing it in only a few seconds, much faster than Panchy had. Soon enough all of the vegetables were cut, and he threw the knife into the air and then caught it. He spun it around in his hand, grinning widely, vaguely reminding Bulma of Goku.
"How's that?"
"Perfect! My oh my, you could be a chef's assistant!" Panchy said, smiling widely as she laughed.
"Yeah, he's good, but I bet Vegeta could do it faster," Bulma muttered, grabbing a few carrots and tossing them into the pot of soup.
"Could he do it fast and neat, like Raditz just now?" Panchy countered, smirking when Bulma shook her head silently. "I do believe I win this one, daughter."
"Well played," Bulma responded, and went back to cooking. Panchy turned to Raditz, who had taken to tossing the knife in the air and catching it out of boredom.
"Raditz?"
"Wha - Ow!" He exclaimed, failing to catch the knife. It stabbed him through the hand, and his eye twitched as he held up his injured hand, falsely chuckling.
"Oh dear, are you alright?" Panchy asked. Raditz grabbed the knife with his free hand and yanked it out, walking out of the kitchen to avoid spilling blood over any of the food.
"Figures that he hurts himself," Bulma said, laughing at Raditz's expense.
Raditz frowned, looking at her before clenching his injured hand into a fist. Blood dripped onto his brand new boots, and he huffed irritably. Marching down the hall, he found the bathroom and dug into the cabinet before locating the bandages. He refused to grab the rubbing alcohol after his previous experience, and instead grabbed one of the swabs and dampened it with water. As he was cleaning off the excess blood around the wound on his hand, Panchy appeared in the doorway, watching Raditz silently.
"I'm surprised that you can actually...well...you know," Panchy said, using her hand to indicate to what the Saiyan was doing. He smirked, continuing cleaning off the blood.
"I was a soldier. We had to know or we'd die."
"But that's not the way it is anymore," Panchy said quietly, leaning against the doorway slightly, rubbing her aching right leg. "We've made a few medical breakthroughs ourselves. Not to mention that we Senzu Beans to heal others with…"
"Senzu Beans. Sounds familiar for some reason," Raditz grunted. He placed the end of the bandage on the sink and placed his hand on top of it before beginning to wrap it. Once confident it would not slip, he lifted his hand and continued to wrap it until he was near the end of the roll of bandage. He grabbed the end with his mouth and tied it together with the other end tight enough that it would not come undone.
"Impressive," Panchy said, smiling.
"Not really," Raditz said. "This wound is nothing compared to others I've had…"
"Really?" Panchy asked, blinking. Raditz nodded, walking past her before noticing that she was favoring one of her legs.
"Are you in pain?"
"Oh, it's nothing," Panchy said, blushing slightly as she walked up to him. She was limping, but only slightly. "I've been having slight arthritis lately, so it's causing me to ache a bit."
"Arthritis?"
"Oh, yes, Saiyans probably don't have it. It has to do with your joints," Panchy said as the duo began to walk down the hall. "Usually it causes swelling and pain. I only have a mild form of it, and I'm already on medication to stop it. It's working wonders, in fact!"
Her cheerful disposition did not fool Raditz.
They walked into the kitchen again and found Bulma racing back and forth, checking three different pots while making sure the oven was not going to burst into flames. Raditz chuckled at the sight while Panchy took up with taking care of the pots, relieving Bulma of the duty. She instead focused on the meat cooking in the oven, and Raditz found himself drooling from the smell.
"Done!" Bulma piped, opening the oven. She tried to touch the pan, but even with her oven mitts on, it was incredibly hot. Raditz stepped forward, gently bumping her out of the way. Without even a thought on the subject, he grabbed the glass pan, pulling it out, and set it down on the counter. He dusted off his hands as Bulma glared at him, receiving a wide grin in return.
"Thanks."
"No problem."
The arrival of Vegeta was announced by a loud slamming door, and Raditz glanced upwards before looking down at his hand. Blood was already seeping through the fabric that was wrapped around it. He clenched it angerily before noticing that Panchy was glancing at him, and he swiftly walked out of the kitchen and down the hall. He passed Vegeta, who gave him an annoyed look, but he paid no attention to the shorter Saiyan and instead marched straight out of the front door.
"What happened to his hand?" Vegeta asked, grunting as Bulma turned her head to look at him.
"He was playing with a knife," she answered calmly.
"He was what?"
"Playing with a knife," Bulma said again, wiping off her hands as she walked up to her husband. "Mother momentarily distracted him, he didn't catch the knife, and it stabbed him straight through the hand."
"Tch! Figures that low-life would dare to injure himself with a simple knife!" Vegeta muttered loudly, earning a laugh from Bulma and Panchy.
"Well, not everyone can be as careful as you," she said, rubbing the back of her hand across his chin before walking towards Panchy to offer her help. Vegeta turned around and walked back the way he came, determined on finding out what Raditz was doing.
He pushed the door open and glanced upwards at the darkening sky. It was Summer already, the season of long days, and considering the time, it should not have been as dark as it was. He concluded that there was a heavy storm that would be passing soon, though he and his family had no cause for worry. The Capsule Corp. building was one of the best built in the world, and one of its many uses was as a miniature storm shelter. Often Bulma would invite friends over when a powerful storm hit to ensure that they would be safe. Vegeta absolutely despised having so much company, especially on nights when he just wanted to be able to have some peace and quiet.
He found Raditz sitting on the edge of the lawn, legs folded, hands grasping his shins tightly. Blood stained the bandages on his right hand, along with a small spot on his pant leg. Strangely enough, when Vegeta considered approaching him, rain began to fall, going from gentle to hard in a few seconds. Neither Saiyan was bothered by this weather, as they had faced worse weather conditions and other planets.
"What do you want, Vegeta-chan?"
"You're still calling me that?" Vegeta grunted, annoyed as he walked over. He sat down beside Raditz, folded his arms and legs, and closed his eyes.
"You are younger than me, Vegeta-chan."
"Shut up and stop calling me that, Raditz-san -" Realizing what he said, Vegeta's eyes snapped open, and he looked at Raditz, who was drenched in rain and soaked to the bone, but unaffected. A wide grin was spread across his face as he stood and gripping his injured hand into a fist, sticking his tongue out.
"Vegeta called me Raditz-san!"
"Raditz...," Vegeta said in warning, but Raditz continued, laughing loudly. "Raditz!"
"Sorry, that's the first time you've ever called me Raditz-san. I'm honored!"
"…I just made the worse damn mistake of my life," Vegeta groaned, covering his eyes with his left hand.
"Vegeta, Raditz, dinner is ready!" Panchy called, her head poking out of the door. The two Saiyans looked at each other, the younger of the two standing and dusting himself off before blinking as a loud sneeze sounded in the air. He looked at Raditz, who placed a hand over his mouth and sneezed so loudly that Vegeta was forced to cover his own ears.
"Damn it all, Raditz! Quit that infernal sn-" Vegeta began, but was cut off as Raditz sneezed again. He rubbed his nose and nearly sneezed again, but closed his mouth and shut his eyes tightly, fending off the bodily function.
"You two get inside!" Panchy called again. Raditz glanced at Vegeta before hurrying inside. Vegeta shook some of the rain off of his arm before following the other Saiyan.
Once inside, Vegeta sat down at the dining table, but Raditz was hesitant, looking at the trio as if a child. Vegeta grunted, narrowing his eyes before feeling a hand on his head. He glanced upwards, spotting Bulma, who ignored him and nodded towards Raditz. Panchy smiled encouragingly and sat down one last plate of food. Raditz looked at the sheer amount of food on the table, and he forced himself not to drool as he sat down.
"Thanks for the food," he said, grabbing a large chicken leg. He bit down, and soon both of the Saiyans were stuffing their faces with such speed that Panchy and Bulma could not help but still feel impressed. The two women looked at each other, laughed, and began eating their own food.
"Hey," Raditz said, taking a bite of pork and swallowing it nearly whole, "I bet I could eat more than you, Vegeta."
"That a," Vegeta said, swallowing a piece of turkey, "challenge?"
"You," Raditz answered, taking a drink of water, "bet!"
"Challenge accepted!" Vegeta said, before continuing to eat. Raditz and Vegeta picked up the pace, shoving and swallowing food so fast that Bulma and Panchy thought that they both were going to choke. There was still plenty of food on the table, so it was hard telling which one of the Saiyans would win.
"I'm going to say Raditz," Panchy said, sipping at her cup of milk as Bulma shrugged. "Vegeta eats everyday, but Raditz probably hasn't ate anything for a long time."
"True, but I'm still betting on Vegeta," Bulma said, taking a bite of macaroni. "He does train everyday as hard as he can."
"So? Raditz must be more starved," Panchy said, waving her fork at her daughter. It didn't take long for the two Saiyans to clear five plates, and the two women were wondering when Vegeta and Raditz would be full. Panchy and Bulma each finished their own plates, and so Panchy took them into the kitchen and placed them on the counter before glancing back to where the Saiyans ate. "My oh my, they just keep going!"
Once on his fifteenth plate, Vegeta began to slow, while Raditz continued, and the Saiyan Prince eventually gave up on his seventeenth. Raditz finished off twenty different plates and then leaned backwards, rubbing his stomach with a wide grin on his face. "Man, that's the best meal that I've ever had!"
"Damn you Raditz," Vegeta said, huffing at his defeat. Raditz laughed, standing up as he stretched. He gathered up his plates and took them into the kitchen as Bulma and Panchy grabbed half of Vegeta's plates each.
"My poor prince was beaten," Bulma said, smiling at Vegeta as he grumbled angerily.
"Shut up woman! Go do the damn dishes."
"Whatever, your highness," Bulma muttered, walking out of the dining room and into the kitchen. Panchy was washing the dishes, and Raditz was drying them with a towel. "Huh, who knew. A Saiyan helping with the dishes," she said, setting down the dishes.
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That night, Raditz lay in a bed of one of the guest rooms, arms folded under his head as he looked at the ceiling. He sat up, placing his feet on the floor as he rested his elbows on his knees.
Today was rather exciting, all things considered. Still...Vegeta, with a human woman, and with a son. Why haven't I heard anything about Kakarot, though?
He stood and looked down at his bandaged hand, and he shook it slightly. It still stung slightly-not enough to cause actual pain, but just enough to be an annoyance. He walked up to the window and opened the curtains, and his eye momentarily twitched.
Kami damn me to hell.