Before you start reading this is a sequel to another fic I have finished, Tales of the Forgotten, but you really don't have to read it to understand this fic. Basically Raditz and Tarble are geniuses and Kakarot never went to earth and became an elite saiyan, also Frieza and his entire family are no longer a threat to the universe. I know horror is not everyone's cup of tea so I'm not going to do much back tracking in this story. It will be its own story, just with a couple of throw backs to the other story.
I am planning on making a separate reality chapter of this series along with this series. This reality will have not have Vegeta going to Zera's home and will be an alternate version of events. It will basically be Raditz and Tarble all alone in Zera's house of horrors.
Raditz is 13, Vegeta is 12, Tarble is 9, and Kakarot is 8. I know that they are kind of young but remember these are Saiyans, lol.
But anyway on to the story.
Vegeta cringed as he looked down at his dinner. It wouldn't have been so bad, but tonight his father was watching him from the other side of the table.
"Vegeta, you need to eat." His father pointed out, but he refused. He was waiting. Tarble was late.
It had been 3 years since the laboratory had been completed. Both Tarble and Raditz seemed to be distracted by all of their experiments, not that he was complaining about that. He was rather happy, even though he didn't show it. Unlike his brother who could be smiling often as he worked. It almost made him forget that Tarble was a cold blooded killer, but no one needed to know that.
He was pulled from his thoughts as his little brother walked into the room, covered head to toe in grease. He had to be working on some kind of engine.
"Tarble, clean yourself up. A prince does not walk around looking like a dirty commoner." He glared at his father. This was coming from the coward that never got his hands dirty in battle.
"Tarble just sit down." He said flatly, Tarble looked over at him and smiled. He could feel his father's glare from across the table, but he didn't care.
Ignoring his father's order and listening to Vegeta, Tarble jumped up on to one of the chairs, as a servant dropped a plate of food in front of him. With that out of the way he began to start on his own food.
"So Tarble, anything new today?" He could still feel his father's glare and was just ignoring him. He would rather hear Tarble go on and on about techno gamble than listen to his father go on and on about his role as a prince. He knew he was a prince and he was already loved by the people, he didn't need any more than that.
"Raditz came up with a new fuel this morning and I started on an engine that could use it. We also got the new recruits on their stations today. Also the older recruits have been working on a new kind of armor and we may have a new way to give you guys' rations on the field. They'll be smaller because they are in pill form, but if you add water or an additive it will grow. We need a taste tester, I don't want to send it out without it tasting good."
He smirked. "I'll send you a couple of block heads from team C." He was picking at his food, more interested in what Tarble was saying.
He heard a garbled cough from down the table, but ignored it. He almost laughed when Tarble followed suit.
"Speaking of Raditz, how has he been lately? I haven't seen much of him."
"He's fine. He practically lives at the lab."
Now he laughed. "And you don't?"
Tarble smiled up at him. "Well can you blame us? It's like you being thrown into an all-out brawl. Incredibly satisfying."
"Speaking of fighting, both Kakarot and I will be off planet for a couple of days. I have to speak to those delegates from the Galactic Council."
Tarble cocked an eyebrow at him. "What does that have to do with fighting, brother?"
He crossed his arms. "You never know, someone always wants to pick a fight with us. I swear that delegate from Yuptom last year thought his body guard could take Kakarot, as if that dolt stood a chance." At first he had been a little unsure about training Raditz's younger brother, but the boy had proven his worth several times over.
He heard a loud thud and finally looked over to his enraged father. "You will take Nappa, I don't understand why you feel that you need to take that third class scum with you over our elite soldiers."
He glared at his old man. "Well considering that Kakarot has been trained to my standards, I trust him more than your flunkies." He threw his napkin down on his plate. "I believe I'm finished." He turned to Tarble to find the boy's plate empty.
"Yeah, I'm done too. I think I'm going to get all of this gunk off."
He could hear their father fuming as they left down the hall. He really didn't care he was tired of that man's bullshit. A man like that didn't deserve to be the King of their people. He wondered how long his father's life would last, as he already had plans for when he took the thrown. The first thing he would do would be to remove the restrictions of the elite class, elite would be an earned title, and no longer would you be able to be born an elite. You would have to fight your way to the top. It would be fair. Even the third class could produce powerful soldiers, Kakarot had taught him that.
They reached their room in no time. After they faced off against Zera, he knew Tarble had nightmares, so he decided to share his room with him, much to his father's dismay. Years later Tarble no longer had nightmares, instead embracing the experience he had, but they still shared the room. Even with the castle being rather large, they found it was much easier to keep thinks this way.
He has also began to notice that the guards were watching him a lot lately. Tarble was the one to point it out surprisingly.
He entered the room with Tarble following him. He was about to nod his brother off to the shower, but saw his brother's serious expression.
"Brother, something is not right." Tarble crossed his arms. "I think dad is planning something and I don't like it."
He smirked down at his brother. Tarble's senses seemed to grow every day. "We'll just keep our guard up then, I'll tell Kakarot to keep his guard up as well."
"It didn't help that he sent that bald shithead over to the lab earlier."
He felt his eyes twitch. "He sent Nappa over to the lab?"
"Yeah, I think he thought that no one saw him, but Raditz did and he noticed that some of the documents have been pondered with."
So his father sent the bald puppet over to possibly sabotage the lab. "Do you think he found anything?"
"Raditz thinks that the moron couldn't find his ass if someone pointed it out to him. Luckily for us, he only looked over old plans. The stuff that Raditz and I ruled to be obsolete."
He could only smirk at Tarble's tone. In his younger days he would have been surprised to find his little brother cursing, but now a days it was normal. He would never say it but he preferred his brother this way. He had the confidence that every Saiyan should have, instead of bowing to the needs and wants of their father. Instead he found it hilarious that Tarble ignored the man in the same way that his father once ignored him.
"I would look over the office again, make sure that bumbling idiot didn't find anything." He didn't mean for it to sound like a direct order, but it was getting harder for him to hold back his anger.
Surprisingly Tarble seemed to understand this, not cowering back an inch. "That's why I'm leaving early, Raditz and I are going to go over every station before the others get there. It's a lot easier to look over everything when the lab isn't packed with people."
"Good." He said letting his mind calm. "Now why don't you clean yourself up? I bet the squads on duty can smell you from here."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm going. I really need to come up with a better cleaner, this oil is almost impossible to get out of my clothes."
"I'd be more worried about your hair. Those black lab coats hide it at least." He gripped, falling back onto the bed.
"True, but it still makes me go through clothes at a faster rate."
"We'll finish this conversation later, get that shit off of you." He threw a pillow across the room, only to find Tarble already gone. He would take forever in there, as he said the oil never wanted to come off.
He sighed as he left his bed behind, going out to the balcony. The moon was gone for the night, but the stars blanketed the sky. Instead of focusing on the sky above, he looked over the city below. Someday this would all be his. Every single Saiyan on this planet would look to him and he would lead them to victory. It didn't matter that he was young, he already knew. These were his people and he would do anything in his power to make the Saiyan Empire expand. He would rule more than just this ball of dirt. He would rule them all.
Raditz sighed, he didn't like this. That bald idiot was in his office and he knew what the man was looking for. Too bad he wouldn't find anything. He and Tarble never left anything confidential lying around. The obsolete files were only things that he and Tarble had rejected or they found something better before starting the project. Every current file was kept with him at all times, both him and Tarble had made their watches only a couple of weeks after they got back. They were not only password protected, but you had to have some DNA and a fingerprint to get in. Tarble had even made them water proof so they had no problem of them malfunction on the job. He had thought about shredding the old plans, but both he and Tarble had thought it better to keep them around, just in case there was an idea that could be used from them. So far that wasn't the case. They were basically trash.
He groaned again, feeling a massive headache coming on. Reaching around his head, he removed his blue sash from his forehead. He smiled as he looked down at the gift his father had given him when he had returned home.
Even now it felt like that time was just a strange dream, well not really a dream, more of a nightmare. He cringed a little as he looked down at his hand. He had removed his fingerless gloves earlier and he could see the burned inscription that still lingered on his skin. No matter what happened in his life, he would never forget her. Her crazy smile, her insufferable rage, the way she used to drag her fingers through his long hair, the way she would stare at him, he would never be free of her entirely. She would always be in his mind, even though it had been 3 since then.
His life had definitely changed when he returned. His mother kept checking on him, he wondered if she still believed this was a dream and that he would disappear again. His father no longer looked down on him, but instead looked rather proud of him. Then there was Kakarot, he swore that child had too much energy. He was glad he convinced Vegeta to take over his training. He could only imagine what damage his brother would do to the underclass squads at the training center.
Vegeta did say he was surprised at Kakarot's raw potential. Now a days you would always find the prince with his brother by his side, but the truth could be said of him and Tarble. His father liked to brag about that and he really couldn't blame him. It wasn't every day that you would find royalty with those from the third class, heck the second class didn't even get that close, but there they were. You would always find one of Bardock's sons flanking the princes. Often walked side by side, rather than following them. Rumors had already started that his brother would end up as Captain of the Royal Guard, basically Prince Vegeta's right hand man when he took the thrown. While Tarble and himself ruled the laboratory.
He was thrown by this thoughts as Kakarot snored away, he had a big mission up ahead anyway and would need his rest. The boy was only 8 after all. He picked up a book from the side of his desk, looking it over again. He still couldn't believe that he had made it to 13. He had always thought that he would die in that hell hole.
He sat down the book and stood, he knew he had to get some sleep to, he did have to search the lab in the morning.
He walked over and turned off the light before flopping down on his bed. Tomorrow would be a new day.
To Be Continued….
Authors Note
So this is the first chapter of many. This series will update on Sunday and Monday's while I am in school, but other stories will update on Friday and Saturaday. Anyway thanks for reading!