Table of Contents

Emperor Pilaf Saga (Chapters 1-10):This saga focuses on Raditz meeting a young woman named Bulma and agreeing to help her out on a quest, thus beginning his adventure to search for the mystical Dragon Balls with her. It also explains the young Saiyan's early encounters with the likes of Master Roshi, Yamcha, the Pilaf Gang, and other supporting characters.

Note: For all of the previous readers, I have deleted the Author's Note that was previously the entire Chapter Two, which is why you may be confused over the chapters. For example: Raditz's Rampage was originally Chapter Three, but now its Chapter Two and so on.

Part One: End of Bardock, Beginning of Raditz

Part Two: Raditz's Rampage

Part Three: An Adventure Begins!

Part Four: The Bear, the Turtle, and the Master

Part Five: One Bad Piggy!

Part Six: Legend of the Desert

Part Seven: The Desert Bandit

Part Eight: Into the Inferno!

Part Nine: Winding Down

Part Ten: The Beast Within

World Martial Arts Tournament Saga (Chapters 11- 18):This saga explains the early training of Raditz and Krillin under the great Master Roshi as they prepare for the 21st World Martial Arts Tournament. It also explores the rivalry of the two Turtle students and how that rivalry shifts into more of a friendship throughout the months they train alongside one another. The saga later focuses mainly on the matches that take place during the 21st World Martial Arts Tournament in the tournament to decide who the "Strongest Under the Heavens" is!

Part One: Raditz's Rival?

Part Two: Way of the Turtle (Part 1/2)

Part Three: Way of the Turtle (Part 2/2)

Part Four: The Budokai Tenkaichi Begins!

Part Five: Quarreling Quarterfinals

Part Six: The Tournament Continues

Part Seven: A Champion is Crowned

Part Eight: Beauty and the Beast

Red Ribbon Army Saga (Chapters 19-CURRENT): This saga explores the war that takes place when Raditz and his two comrades, Krillin and Yamcha, take on the villainous Red Ribbon Army, a malicious mercenary group who are killing and harming innocents to capture all seven of the Dragon Balls. Focuses on the group's training under Master Korin, early encounters with the Red Ribbon Army, their fight against Mercenary Tao and General Blue, and the training that each of them does in preparation of the 22nd World Martial Arts Tournament after defeating the Army.

Part One: The Bond

Part Two: Korin Tower

Part Three: Tao, the Notorious Mercenary

Part Four: Cold Reception

Part Five: Muscling the Tower (Part 1/3)

Part Six: Muscling the Tower (Part 2/3)

Disclaimer: I honestly do not own Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, Dragon Ball Super, or especially not Dragon Ball GT. I also do not own any of the franchise's characters, techniques, etc. If I did, my name would be Akira Toriyama and this wouldn't be a Fanfiction.

Summary: What if Raditz had been sent to Planet Earth instead of his younger brother, Kakarot (Goku)? Alternate Universe fanfiction beginning at the start of the Dragon Ball series.

Author's Note: Just in case you guys are wondering, Raditz will not hit his head and suffer the same fate as Goku, meaning that he will maintain his Saiyan memories, personality, and instincts throughout his childhood and entire life. But still, he will not be the jackass weakling that he is portrayed as in the canon universe of Dragon Ball Z. Think of this story as one of the twelve universes that Beerus mentioned and an AU story, one in which we have more details… backstories… and character development in our characters.

Along with that, this story will be somewhat different from a couple of other stories on this website, as well as different from the Dragon Ball series as a whole in a couple of ways. Numerous events will go differently than they do in canon, ranging from the smallest change to even the most drastic of them all because of one small malfunction in the POD takeoff procedures. This story will not just end up being be a one man show, with Raditz being a GOD amongst mortals compared to the remaining characters –as each character will have their time to shine throughout the story. Along with this, I tend on giving more of an explanation and description of things never explained like maybe even giving characters like Yamcha a clear backstory that we never actually got the chance to see in canon… who knows what could possibly happen?

On another side note, even though Raditz's age is not known or stated in Dragon Ball Z, in the following story, I've shown that he is six years older than Kakarot, thus making him a year older than Vegeta (as well as two years older than Bulma) and six years old when he lands on Earth. As well as that, due to the training of Raditz and him being stronger than Goku was at certain points in the story, many of the story's fighters will be much stronger than the actual canon characters were, such as in the King Piccolo Saga, Piccolo Daimao and his minions may be much stronger to pose a threat to Raditz.

Another note, although this story was pretty good if I can say so myself, as of July 24th, 2015, I am currently reediting the chapters that have been previously been posted (A Saiyan's Beginning through Way of the Turtle) to add much more details, correct some grammar issues, and improve the entire story overall. Some extra chapters may also be inserted in these ten chapters to suit the story much better. In the November of 2015, I have also taken it upon myself to scout the entire story and make any necessary changes to make the story flow better than before… thanks!

Note from the future: My writing quality had improved quite tremendously from the beginning of this story. With each chapter, the quality becomes much better (at least I hope). Also, leave a review if you are enjoying this story so far! More reviews means faster updates!

So that there is no type of confusion whatsoever over later chapters and this one alike, here is the key to tell what the form of communication will be when I write them –mostly for later chapters:

Normal- Regular English

Bold- Flashback

-Italic-: Telepathy

Bold Italic- through a Mental Bond like that Saiyans and their mates will later have

'Italic'- Thinking, Reading

*Bold*- Other alien languages such as Ancient Saiyan

Along with that, the Ancient Saiyan language that will be used in my story is one that I have made up called Saiyru. I'll put the alphabet for it up only on this chapter and my profile… and if I use it in the story, I may either put the translation of when it's used at right after it is used or at the end in an individual Author's Note… but because it is of course… ancient, it will hardly be used in the story over English, probably only in conversation that Raditz wants to keep secret from Humans or non-speakers of the language, as in speaking to himself or other full-blooded (and maybe some half-bred) Saiyans in private. Bulma, being the genius she is, might learn the standard beginner's Saiyru from Raditz as well sometime in the future. In my story anyways, English is the most well-known language in the universe, known as Ingles throughout the universe (except on Earth) and established and known by a majority of races to be able to communicate easily with other races of people for economic, political, and social reasons. (My explanation as to why every single character, foreign extraterrestrial or not, in the Dragon Ball manga speaks it).

Saiyan Alphabet

Vowels:

A (as in farm and share) = Ê

A (as in cat) = É

A (as in fame) = E

E (as in jet) = Í

E (as in beat) = I

I (as in kite) = O

I (as in sit) = Ó

O (as in rope and boat) = U

O (as in bottle, gone, or you) = Ú

O (as in shore, born) = Û

U (as in cute, tune) = A

U (as in crude, cruel) = Á

U (as in fuss) =Â

U (as in burn) = Ā

OO (as in cool, pool) = Ö

OO (as in foot) = Ü

Consonants

B=Z

C=Y

D=W

F=V

G=T

H=S

J=R

K=Q

L=P

M=N

X=X

Example:

English: "This is my full power, Raditz!" / Saiyru: *"Gsóh óh nc vápp lûdíj, Jéwógb [Raditz. I'll try to keep the names in brackets instead of translated]!"*

Well… that's about it! Sit back, relax, and enjoy the story!

Chapter One

A gentle breeze of refreshing, chilly wind both quietly and slowly flowed through the air, rustling efficiently through the midnight orange stained sky of Planet Vegeta, the (not too) newly-appointed homeland of the incredibly powerful and battle-hardened Humanoid race known throughout the universe as the Saiyans. For the last couple of years following the great, extremely bloody galactic war between the inhabitants of the planet (then named Planet Plant), the Saiyans and the Tuffles –which resulted in the latter being nearly completely eradicated –the warrior race had (sort of) peacefully resided on their claimed planet, living out their daily lives consisting of purging and conquering planets in the name of the most powerful affiliation in all of the universe, the Planet Trade Organization, partaking in their favorite of activities –training –and, of course, eating. A nice majority, if not all, of these Saiyans came to understand that the oncoming day would come to be much like your average Saiyan day –consisting of nothing more than training… eating… more training… eating… being sent on missions… mating… fighting… and sleeping. Sadly, they could not have been any more wrong with that guess.

Unknowingly to the mighty inhabitants of the renamed Planet Vegeta, today marked the terrible day that the ever so sadistic, power-hungry and bloodthirsty tyrant of an Arcosian known and feared throughout the entirety of the universe as the dreadful Lord Frieza, the self-proclaimed Emperor of Space, would attempt and succeed to finally put an end to the almighty race of warriors at any and all costs whatsoever. Devastatingly, nearly all of the millions of Saiyans upon this planet did not know that the end was nearing –that this would be the final evening before the near-extinction of their very own race… the true genocide of the Saiyan race. The only one of these Saiyans that one hundred percent knew of this oncoming threat was none other than Son Bardock, the most powerful of low-class warriors. Now they, much like all of the races they'd been assigned to eradicate from the depths of space, would come to witness what it felt like to see what those they'd annihilated in Frieza's name witnessed firsthand… the nearly complete annihilation of their species.

Bardock continued his ascent up the streets of Planet Vegeta, slowly and painfully limping down the same exact streets on which he had lived and trained on for most of his childhood and young adulthood. From meeting Tora for the very first time, falling for his longtime mate, Gine, being called by the rebelling Vegeta (then not even of royalty just yet) to serve and help him fight in the Saiyan-Tuffle War in Age 720 at only the age of twenty (let's say he was born in Age 700, making him 31 when Raditz was born… a few years younger than Vegeta when Trunks was born in canon) –each and every memory returned as he lamented on what life had been like before the war… before Frieza had shown his face for the first time upon Planet Vegeta. As the memories soared through his mind at a rate of more than five hundred miles per house, Bardock would have brought himself to let out a small grin or even laugh a bit –if it had not been for the fact that he couldn't not feel the intense feeling of pain sweeping through his entire body, from the stiffest of muscles to the deepest of nerves and all. To say that this feeling of his made him feel as if he was in a whole new world of pain and fatigue was far from putting things lightly… his muscles burned from his current gruesome injuries and despite being the toughened Saiyan war veteran and warrior that he grew a reputation as, Bardock could not hold back a shortened stinging sound as he slowly advanced step-by-step.

The Saiyan Warrior looked like an absolute mess as of now, truly due to the fact that he had not even bothered to clean himself after the incident on Planet Meat just hours earlier –dried up blood fused with dirt and dust coating him like a second skin. Upon arriving on the nearly deserted planet, Bardock had come face-to-face with the lifeless, bloodied and beaten bodies of each of his four fellow low-class warriors and comrades –Borgos, Shugesh, Fasha, and Tora… the latter being his appointed second-in-command. Each and every one of them had been mercilessly beaten to their deaths, except for Tora, who had been left just inches away from the clutches of Death himself –probably a ploy by Dodoria to have him tell the story before both he and Bardock were killed. Bardock had heard damned near everything of the encounter from the mouth of his second-in-charge, holding on to the closest of his friends and comrades from the time of his arrival until the last of his depleting life force had finally faded away in the most emotional of moments in all of Bardock's life. Now the both of them were truly blood brothers, with Bardock taking Tora's tattered, blood-soaked armband on as a headband in tribute to his fallen comrade. Consumed and empowered by rage and sympathy for his fallen allies, Bardock had found it within himself to effortlessly defeat all four of Dodoria's men, the blob's Elite soldiers, in a matter of minutes until the fat blob of chewed-up bubblegum himself had shown up, firing off a huge burst of energy much larger than anything Bardock had seen before at near point-blank range at the Saiyan combatant, leaving the father of Kakarot and Raditz for dead in the middle of nowhere, explaining the state of his scorched armor and third-degree burn marks . Bardock tightly clenched the deep gash of severely damaged tissue applied ruthlessly to his incredibly bloodied and scarred chest in pain and aggravation, thanks to being on the receiving end of Dodoria's sudden Mouth Energy Cannon, with his right hand, the limb being stained in the warrior's own crimson cloaked blood, both fresh and dry to be more precise in an attempt to completely cease or at the very least ease the pain he was feeling and prevent the loss of ever-so previous blood from his well-toned body. The usual, green colored Saiyan Battle Armor that the third-class warrior that was Bardock was forced to wear was –putting things lightly –torn to absolute shreds to say the very least, entire pieces of the fabric jumpsuit and chucks of the metallic armor having been blown away or completely disintegrated from the sheer force behind Dodoria's rocket of energy, the pieces and chucks that had decided to stand their ground and remain now completely soaked in the blood of the man that had worn it for the past couple of purging missions. His entire, well developed and muscular body also managed to showcase a whole supply, an arsenal one would say, of numerous scars and wounds, both new and old alike, cloaking the Saiyan as they served as a reminder of each and every one of the missions he had been ordered to go on by his master, Lord Frieza, along with each of the warrior's failures and achievements –each scar able to tell a completely different story of their own.

Bardock continued to limp his way down the streets of his homeplanet, still cloaked in an entire aura of pain and misery as he felt the burning aftereffects of his injuries with each step that he took. Still, the Saiyan withstood the heightened pain that he was feeling for the time being, scavenging the blood engulfed roads of the crumbling planet in search of the nearby National P.O.D Takeoff Center, where he would attempt to send away his eldest son, the six year old Raditz, many light years away from his homeplanet, solely to spare the boy from the danger that was sure to be quickly closing in on his homeland and race. Hopefully, the Saiyan race would still be able to live on through Raditz if he somehow failed at his assassination attempt of Lord Frieza and all of his empire, henchmen and all.

An exhausted, stressful sigh left Bardock's mouth as the thought of the threat that was more than likely quickly closing in on his homeplanet, the home of the Saiyans, to completely exterminate the doomed race began to spin through his head, leaving him with somewhat of an intense headache. Ever since the surprise encounter with the last remaining warrior that the fish-like Kanassan race had at their disposal –Toolo, something around that name –, who had somehow managed to sneak behind Bardock and strike the Saiyan with a mighty blow to his neck packed with more than enough power to knock the tailed being out on impact, Bardock had awoken to a numerous amount of visions surfacing themselves to the gravity-defying haired man, all of whom had led up to the devastatingly awful conclusion that Planet Vegeta's existence was drawing to a close and Frieza would wound up being the one being to put an end to the Saiyan race, once and for all… due only to the ever-growing strength that the mighty race had at their disposal… the sole thing that had made the Saiyans such a formidable and feared warrior race would come back to bite them in the ass.

Originally, Bardock himself had even thought that he had just been going crazy from all of the purging missions and such, probably having suffered a mean concussion that would cause him to hallucinate things such as his own death. However after the visions that he had been cursed with had begun to connect to a single thought –the thought, Bardock quickly caught on to everything. Finally, the last couple of events had caused the last two pieces of the ever going puzzle to fall into their respective places… first when he had bothered to remember the mumbling that the sole Kanassan survivor had spoken before his death by Tora's brilliant display of a Flame Bullet, "I have given this power of mines to you solely as a gift Bardock, only so that you can see it… see the horrific end of your people just as we all were forced to!"

That, combined with the actions of Dodoria, one of Frieza's most loyal and powerful henchman (behind only the extremely weird Zarbon himself), just hours earlier finally caused the generalization to hit Bardock head-on. Upon finding the beaten, scarred, lifeless bodies of each of his comrades on Planet Meat upon his arrival, Bardock himself had been left for dead… and it would have been that way if he had not grown stronger due to the Saiyan's Zenkai ability had activated after recovering from Toolo's deadly strike earlier during the night. If the overweight wad of chewed up gum that was Dodoria had bothered to betray the Saiyan race, Frieza was sure to follow up and the Saiyan-Tuffle War veteran knew exactly what that meant for the proud warrior race that was the Saiyans. It was only a matter of time… hours at the most before the tyrant that they had been working under for years, Lord Frieza, would unregretably turn on his race, deciding to finally put an end to the Saiyans –once and for all.

Using the remaining strength of his body, Bardock squeezed the fur covered, untrained and delicate brown tail of his sleeping son, the eldest of the two to be more exact, Raditz in his muscular, clean hand. Some of Frieza's lower ranked had already taken to the streets of Planet Vegeta, beginning their very own massacre as they unregretably destroyed entire cities and left them in absolute ruins, in tatters with lifeless bloodied bodies of unexpected victims left scattered across the horizon –bodies of both members of the Saiyan race and of Frieza's multi-raced underlings. Bardock's entire left shoulder flared and erupted in pain, possibly even dislocated out of place or even fractured by the sheer force of the beatings he had been bestowed upon in the course of only a single day, but regardless, he still took to continue pulling the six year old child through the streets of their homeplanet, much too heavily damaged and fatigued to support the weight of Raditz in his tingling arms. After another minute or two filled with slowly limping in a second skin of dried blood, Bardock finally managed to arrive at the building that he called his destination.

The weakened Saiyan managed to gather enough of his reserved energy to slowly limp through the door of the unharmed building, using the wall to support the weight of his battered and nearly destroyed body and relieve stress off of his burning muscles and fractured bones. Entering the concrete-made building, the Saiyan's eyes examined the walls of this newfound place, gazing at the sight of dozens of small, round space pods lined alongside one another, each one big enough to contain a single Saiyan in them, or two young children. Instantly, Bardock caught eyes with a man that was about an entire foot shorter than him, balding and baring an incredibly wild and untamed mustache of a dark brown color. While this man was not much of a brawler and warrior like the majority of his race, evident by his incredibly low –by Saiyan standards –power level of merely 245, he still happened to make up for that with his high intellect, being one of the most intelligent Saiyans on the face of the entire planet, Dr. Neab.

"Ah, the low-class with the power level of royalty himself! Bardock, I did not expect to see you back here this early," Neab thrillingly welcomed his superior Saiyan, helping the damaged warrior to a seat. "And especially not in this condition… did that mean that your mission on Planet Meat was a success? I could have sworn that chatter erupted that you were killed, along with the rest of your group, by its inhabitants. Still kicking and breathing I see,"

"It was the most opposite thing of success that you can come up with… worse than even Planet Frieza 419. My entire squad was fucking ambushed and mercilessly slaughtered like farm animals by that fatass Dodoria and his group of elite men on Planet Meat before I could even help them out… due to being incapacitated on Kanassa," Bardock hesitantly explained to the mustached doctor between self-loathing grunts and hisses of pain. At only the mention of the very creature that had been the cause of his comrades' deaths just hours earlier, Bardock instinctively began to clench his fists together with all of the strength that he could bother to muster up, managing to emit enough force to draw the slightest amount of blood as his fingernails dug into the skin of his palm. "Shugesh, Borgos… F-Fasha, T-Tora… they were beaten before I could even arrive. If I had followed them as soon as I could, I would've been able to save them. We could've put an end to Dodoria then and there! I-I'm nothing more than an arrogant… stupid weakling for losing to him," The Saiyan lowly grumbled in severe self-loathing, mentally slapping himself as he remembered just how easily he had been defeated and nearly killed by the brutal henchman with the use of just a single energy blast from the latter.

"I-I'm sorry for that Bardock," Neab sympathetically responded, feeling for the seasoned warrior. While he himself was not much of a fighter and purger like a majority of the male Saiyans, he too knew how it felt to lose someone important to you due to Death itself… as his eldest son, Bochok, had been killed in action a little over a year ago, while on Planet Tazba, by the race's population… along with his own squad in one of the worst performances in recent Saiyan history. "But why would Dodoria even do so a thing? Killing soldiers that were ever so loyal to Lord Frieza… either Lord Frieza's not going to punish him or the bastard has finally lost his mind and intends on challenging Lord Frieza's command himself?"

"At least Tora and the others went down like true Saiyan Warriors would want to –fighting for their lives and not as other weaklings would –tortured or killed in their sleep," Bardock disappointingly sighed, intent on showing no emotion whatsoever in front of his fellow Saiyan, though truly… he was still scarred for life and traumatized at the sight of each and every one of his closest comrades being slaughtered like livestock. The only thing that would be worse to witness would be the deaths of his very own family… Gine, his newly born son Kakarot, and his eldest child, Raditz –that would be more than enough to cause Bardock to snap in anger and do something even more stupid than what he had planned already. "B-But I don't think that Dodoria acted on his own entirely… he's much too idiotic and pathetic to come up with a plan as elaborate like that. Tora told me of how Frieza had ordered Dodoria to act on and ambush us because even we low-classes rivaled the power levels of his highest ranked soldiers… that Frieza feared us Saiyans because of the Super Saiyan legend! He wants to end all Saiyans as soon as he possibly can –before any of us manage to become one! Frieza is GOING to betray us all and eliminate every last one of us Saiyans, unless I manage to put an end to him."

"Yes, but going down fighting is just the Saiyan dream… I'm sure that Tora and the others would not have it any other way," The balding medical attendant carried on, not even bothering to sneak a glimpse of Bardock as he kept his eyes peeled on the floor. "But even for that muscle-headed buffoon that was cruel… please Bardock, don't blame yourself for it. Now tell me this, if all of this is true –what is it that you're going to do about it all and why did you choose to come here of all places?" Doctor Neab hesitantly continued, questioning his superior's future plans… normally, he did not see the seasoned Saiyan Warrior that was once a childhood friend of his but twice a year at the most as usually Bardock was usually out on another of his purging missions or, as he had done all the time as a child, training and fighting… the reason that he was known as one of the most brutal and powerful warriors that the low-class Saiyan population had ever given birth to.

"Honestly… I don't even know what's going to happen once I leave this building. For all I know Frieza could have already launched his finishing energy blast and I could be obliterated and disintegrated along with you, Raditz, and the entire planet." Bardock silently answered, his eyes remaining calculating as his expressed his true thoughts to his comrade with the shrug of both shoulders. To be completely honest, his visions had not actually given him a specific time when Frieza would dare begin the genocide of the tailed race… but with each minute, the migraines and headaches had gotten much worse to the point of where it felt as if his head was going to split and explode into nothingness –so that had to mean something, right? "I know that the only chance I stand at defeating Frieza in a one-on-one fight is the same chance of all of Hell itself freezing over… no chance at all –yet still, I don't know if it's just the Saiyan genes flowing through my blood or something other than that, but I still have to challenge him and try to end his life for the sake of my fellow Saiyans… for Gine, Raditz, Kakarot… my comrades. But as for your other question Neab, I came here to send Raditz off to his destination… which is?" The spiky haired father of two added on, hoping to inquire where his son's destination happened to be if the slightest chance of him defeating Frieza came true… then he would know where to reunite with his son.

As the time before the Final Battle lowered with each passing second, Bardock could feel knots forming in his stomach… Frieza was one of the strongest beings in the universe, third only to his older brother, Cooler, and his father, King Cold himself but still –rumors had it that the Scouters could not even pick up the galactic tyrant's power level, exploding as soon as it would try to examine his battle strength. Surely that meant that Bardock's own power level of somewhere around 10,000 was nothing but an ant compared to Frieza's true power –just the thought of fighting a being registering a power that couldn't be calculated through the use of a Scouter… it was damn right exciting, yet as scary as could possibly be.

"Well, let me see here…" Dr. Neab began to answer, scratching through his scalp as he slowly walked over to the giant supercomputer of his, looking into the files he had at his disposal as he lightly bit on the pen in his mind, frantically searching through his database. "Okay, young Raditz here was originally intended to land on a Level Two planet… Arlia, but a fault in our system unintentionally sent your other son, Kakarot, there instead –hopefully a newborn can hold his own against them. So… Raditz's in for a break for once, as he's going to his brother's intended planet, some Level One mudball called I-arth… Earth. Should take a while but very easy to wipe out, given their Full Moon occurs once every thirty days. Not too much for a little guy like him." The galactic intellect explained to the bloodied Saiyan before him, smashing his finger on a nearby button to unlock the Space Pod specialized for Raditz to be sent to his destination.

A smirk managed to ease itself upon the heavily damaged and beaten Saiyan's face as Bardock brought his sleeping son to his chest, hugging the long-haired Saiyan child for what was more than likely the very first time since his birth… the only time in the young child's entire life. Carefully placing the slumbering young warrior in the comfy seat of the unlocked Space Pod, Bardock lightly patted the boy's head, bidding farewell to the oldest of his children. It was honestly music to the experienced combatant's ears as he realized that at least a good handful of the planet's race, the next generation of Saiyans, would be unknowingly spared from the oncoming threat that was Frieza… even if it did not turn out to be the war veteran himself.

"Alrighty then Bardock… all that I have to do is send him through the programming and then he should be on his way to his destination immediately following it, should take five, err… ten minutes tops." The famed Saiyan scientist informed the muscular warrior just feet in front of him, causing said Saiyan to slightly growl in disappointment and disgust, which certainly didn't go unnoticed by the intellect that was Dr. Neab.

"No, I know that the programming's necessary and all," Bardock immediately began to protest, unconsciously placing a hand on the Saiyan's nearest shoulder in a bit of a sympathetic mood. "Do me just this one favor… if you could ever do anything for me do THIS. Forget the programming and instead put all of these things in the pod with him, then launch the pod as soon as you can. All that's in there is a couple of items that may be useful for Raditz on his mission… training materials, scouter and all." He finished, nodding but a single time as he handed the infamous mastermind a small bag filled with nothing but the Saiyan equivalents of Hoi Poi Capsules (Dynocaps).

"B-But isn't that exactly what the programming is for if I'm not mistaken?" Neab began to protest, his tone significantly lower than before as he began to stand up to the battle hardened warrior that was Bardock.

"Neab…" Bardock sighed, trying his best not to lose his dangerously low and severe temper in front of his sleeping son and at a time like this. "Yes it does that… but it also turns the kids into brainless killing machines that work for that bastard Frieza! Firstly, I want my son to become a dedicated warrior, not some kind of mindless drone or slave… and secondly, I don't want my son to have anything to do with that high-pitched bastard." Although he had not included it in all that he had meant to say to Neab, Bardock knew for an absolute fact that the programming would place a certain device in his son's cerebrum section of his brain allowing Frieza to easily be able to track down the young warrior in no time at all, finding and possibly putting an end to his son's life. Though it was more than too late for Kakarot, whom had already been through the programming and sent to Planet Arlia… Bardock would beg to any and all of the Gods that his newborn son would not become either a slave or victim to Frieza's distressing wrath and that the tracking device implanted into his brain could somehow fail or malfunction upon landing or during his flight.

Once Bardock finally managed to confirm that the space pod containing his own blood, his oldest son, had been initiated to launch towards its intended destination, the aged warrior slowly limped outside of the building, his stone black stained eyes glaring up to pierce through the midnight orange cloaked sky. Not even a second after he glanced up, Bardock saw the metallic gray Attack Ball, along with his eldest child, being blasted through the skies at what was more than likely hundreds of times quicker than the speed of light itself, to a strange planet inhabited mostly by weaklings located that was thousands if not millions, of light years.

"Farewell my son," The Saiyan quietly mumbled to himself, his eyes falling to the ground as a sly smirk managed to form into his lips at the thought of his own flesh and blood being spared from the death and hardship of Frieza. Suddenly, Bardock's ears began to ring in pain as the sound of a ship of some kind filled his ears, causing Bardock to make notice of another object, this one much bigger than his son's spherical Attack Ball. Almost instantaneously, Bardock's mind recognized the metallic vessel as Frieza's notorious Royal Spaceship, the Emperor of Space. Judging by the distance that it turned out to be from Planet Vegeta, Bardock knew exactly what this meant for the inhabitants of said planet. Frieza had finally had enough and his plot to destroy the Saiyans was finally beginning… in a matter of minutes, all life on Planet Vegeta would cease to exist –unless someone stood up and stopped it. "F-F-Frieza!" Bardock screamed to the heavens, tears surfacing themselves in his eyes as he began to power up to his absolute max, not caring whatsoever for the damage that it would do to his already brutally injured body. As his traditional sky blue colored cloak of flames began to ignite and spark across his entire body, the Saiyan took off into sky, flying into orbit to take on the monster that was Frieza as a trail of blue ki followed directly behind the scarred warrior.

Frieza –the prince of the Cold Empire, Leader of the Planet Trade Organization –sat upon the huge golden throne that had been specially made just for him with the densest and most valuable of gold from the feeble, wiped-out planet NOW known as #46 of his collection, twirling a small glass of sparkling wine in his hand. Onboard his spaceship, the Arcosian's eyes seemed to be nothing but permanently glued upon the beautiful site displayed like a brilliantly created painting through the stained glass window before him… the pinkish red colored planet that was Planet Vegeta. To be completely honest with himself, it was really quite a shame that yet another planet that produced an outstanding race of such powerful –and best of all, ever so loyal –warriors had to be destroyed and obliterated from the depths of space. Hopefully, this would surely be for the very best of his leadership and the infamous Frieza Force as a whole in the long run rather than a disappointment. If the rumors that Dodoria and Zarbon had spoken to him actually turned out to be true and correct, about a group of low-class Saiyan Warriors overtaking and conquering Planet Kanassa, a Level Four rated planet in just a single night with an unreal amount of ease, than that surely had to mean that those filthy monkeys were steadily climbing his ranks much faster than Frieza would have originally anticipated. He had been keeping a close eye on the planet for several months already at the least, not even the strongest of his Elites were capable of completely eradicating the strongest warriors of the planet… so that meant that these Saiyans truly were becoming the strongest race of warriors in his entire organization –and knowing the unruly behavior and acts that they partook in, it did not take a genius to know that as soon as they possibly could, they would eventually try to overrun the Cold Empire and claim the universe as their own. Now, now –that was something that Frieza himself certainly could not allow to happen. If he took out all of the brainless monkeys before it was much too late to do so, not a single being in the entire universe would be able to reach his own power and strength level… none would ever dare to do so much as to think of taking him on. And most importantly, no 'Super Saiyan' or whatever the old Saiyan legendary myth was referred to as, would be able to put an end to his universal dominance.

"My, my… it's actually such a shame that yet another beautiful, stunning planet has to be destroyed –isn't it Zarbon?" Frieza sarcastically sighed, his shriveled, pink-colored legs neatly crossed as he patiently observed the nearby planet from his throne, balancing the undisturbed glass of red wine that he held in his small hands, not wasting a single drop onto the carpet of the luxurious spaceship he called his headquarters. "Today –one of the greatest days in all of history shall be created Zarbon. The day that marks the end of those ever-so filthy apes!" The chestnut-shaped skull Arcosian slowly and lightly let out, his blood-stained eyes perfectly complimenting the sadistic smirk that the galactic tyrant wore as the glass in his hand was effortlessly shattered to pieces from the purely excited Arcosian emitting much too much pressure into his hands, a sea of red wine splashing over the carpet.

"Agreed, milord Frieza," The perfectly calm, deepened yet still delicate voice of Zarbon added on. Frieza's eyes slowly turned to find the source of the voice, his eyes locked onto his second-in-command, the brilliantly elegant Lukban (my name for Zarbon's race… it's Filipino for Pomelo, the fruit where Zarbon's name comes from) that was Commander Zarbon, the second-most powerful member of Frieza's section of the Planet Trade Organization –if you did not count the Ginyu Force of course –after yours truly of course. The incredibly tall, light teal-skinned Lukban could not even stop himself from holding back a smirk of his own, beautifully using his hand to swipe a stray strand of his neatly braided and shamrock green colored hair from his line of sight. "But of course, we must remember that even the most beautiful of roses have thorns of their own." Zarbon thoughtfully carried on, gawking in disgust as the thought of the Saiyans returned to his mind. To be one hundred percent honest, Planet Vegeta was awfully such a stunning sight to the eyes… though it looked much better before the Saiyans had decided to occupy it under the name of Planet Plant. But still, all amounts of admiration had been erased by the fact that he hated the tailed race that inhabited the elegant planet just as much as his superior sire, Lord Frieza –if not even more… especially those ill-mannered female monkeys! They were just –pathetic animals, to say the least, with no sort of class or respect at all… especially for their superiors. To be clear with anybody, he hated all Saiyans far more than he hated his own transformation, and anybody who truly knew him had to be fully aware of just how much he despised that monstrous beastly form that he labeled a transformation.

"L-Lord Frieza!" One of Frieza's numerous soldiers, a teal-pigmented skinned humanoid bearing a pair of horns and lavender hair, exhaustingly panted, coming to a stop from what seemed to be a long race into the Cold Prince's throne room. Frieza's eyes seemed to have instantly caught eyesight with the terrified soldier, his crimson colored eyes piercing holes through the back of said soldier's skull as if saying 'waste my time and you die peasant'. Zarbon, on the other end, was instantly snapped out of his thoughts and daydreams as the henchman began to speak to his superior and emperor. "The ship's captain has instructed me to inform you of an incoming intruder whom is quickly charging towards the ship as we speak! Judging by his appearance, the captain's told me that he appears to be a Saiyan, the very same one that Dodoria supposedly killed on Planet Meat!" The soldier screeched, getting down on a single knee to show respect to his more powerful leader. Hearing this, Zarbon let out an irritated groan of both anger and disgust… yet Frieza only did so much as to initiate a smirk of his own.

"Typical Dodoria," Zarbon sighed, his arms intentionally crossed across his elite armor it what appeared to be an extremely irritable way. "Thank you for the info… now, go find Dodoria and tell the blob to report back to Lord Frieza immediately. I'm sure that the Emperor has a couple of words for him." Zarbon instructed the lower-ranked soldier, who began to scurry off before being stopped by Frieza. "And Lord Frieza I will deal with that ignorant monkey. Nevertheless, I will bring you his tail as a trophy milord."

"That you will not do Zarbon," Frieza demanded his second-in-command, speaking as lowly –yet intimidatingly- as he could bring himself to be. Turning to face the clearly traumatized henchman before him, Frieza coldly commanded, "Mei, I take it that you will just let out all of the low-ranked soldiers to deal with that rude hooligan? Tell them that whichever one lands the killing blow and brings me back his decapitated head shall and will be promoted and given a nice reward of their own."

Saluting, the soldier was instantly on his way, racing off to alert the soldiers of their emperor's sudden commanding demand, leaving Frieza and Zarbon to be. 'You filthy, defiant monkey.' Frieza instinctively thought to himself, even going so far as to laugh a bit manically in his head. 'I shall personally kill you, just as I did you dear old Saiyan King. But first, to see if you are even worth the effort of flicking my wrist.'

Bardock steadily continued his ascent from Planet Vegeta towards Frieza's Royal Space Vessel, the cloak of dazzling, brilliant blue flames not even daring to do so much as to die down in the slightest way. While he deemed himself more than ready to avenge each and every one of his fallen comrades and become the savior of the Saiyan race, Bardock still had added yet another devastatingly terrible problem that he would have to deal with… the timeframe in which it would take to take out the galactic overlord that was Frieza. Though he had worked over the warrior race for nearly a decade or so already, Frieza was still completely oblivious to the fact that Saiyans could actually breathe in the vacuum of space itself. For years the universal threat had been under the silly impression that the tailed beings did not possess such an ability, though now he had been proven wrong… or at least halfway wrong. Truth be told, Saiyans could actually survive out in space for a certain amount of time before they would eventually begin to die, due solely to the lack of oxygen and from suffocation. Knowing this –hopefully Bardock would have a clear advantage over the tyrant with the element of surprise on his side.

Bardock's inner thoughts were abruptly interrupted as his sensitive Saiyan ears began to pick up the obvious sound of grunting and maniacal laughter just yards ahead of him. Glancing up towards his intended destination, the wild haired martial artist witnessed as an entire armada of aliens from numerous amounts of species soared from the open hatch of the tyrant's ship, each and every one of them wanting to personally be the one to end Bardock's valuable life and present his beheaded body to their appointed leader as a kind of trophy pertaining their loyalty to Frieza's cause. Bardock felt as his blood pressure began to rise, the crimson red substance beginning to tingle at the sight of a couple of training dummies for the tailed Saiyan to face off against. To be completely honest, he had not really had much of a great fight in quite a well and to be completely honest with himself, there was no way whatsoever that he would be taking it easy on any of these foes… they would each suffer a devastatingly quick death if he had something to say about it. As if on command, Bardock found himself speeding towards the enlarged group of at least fifty men, managing to clear the distance of nothingness between himself and his foes at such an alarming speed in nothing more than three seconds. Dodging at least fifty bolts of fired blasts of energy and waves of ki, Bardock seemed to have placed himself on the defensive end of the match, anticipating and weaving out of the way of projectiles and well-placed strikes alike. Once he had managed to enter the exact middle of the immense group of Frieza's cronies, the tailed combatant finally managed to unleash the ki buried deep within him, his body letting loose an enormous burst of energy in the form of an Explosive Wave. Not a single one of Frieza's approaching henchmen were able to brace themselves for the incoming attack, being effortlessly obliterated as soon as the energy-packed shield of Bardock laid a single finger on them, severed body parts and bloodied lifeless bodies alike hopelessly drifting through space as an aftermath.

"Come on with it then Frieza, you coward! Tell me this, how is it that you expect to destroy the entire Saiyan race… when you cannot even harm a single man?" Bardock angrily mocked, screaming due to just his instances at Frieza as the last of Frieza's first batch of soldiers were easily destroyed with just a single attack on Bardock's part. "Even that fat ass Dodoria did more damage than that last group!" Bardock carried on, placing his guard up at exactly the last second to evade another blast of sparkling bolts of ki, being caught in the middle of a mild explosion and engulfed in a thick cloud of smoke.

Once the large smokescreen finally happened to die down a bit, the father of Raditz slowly emerged from it, seemingly unharmed as the sly smirk previously upon his face began to die down with the rest of his mercy. At a speed that was much quicker than even the mightiest of the Space Emperor's henchman could bother to keep up with, Bardock made his way over to the attacking group of aliens, attempting to go on the offensive for the first time in the battle. Within seconds, the life of the closest Planet Trade Organization member was swiftly stripped away from its body, Bardock having launched a well-placed, sturdy elbow firmly into the cheek of one of Frieza's men, this one possessing somewhat of a fish face. Bardock mercilessly grinded his elbow further into the creature's face, practically feeling as the man's skull shattered on mere impact, bones cracking apart as the limb buried deeper into the soldier's cheekbone. While he deemed himself mostly on the offensive side of the match, Bardock was still handling himself incredibly well on the defensive side as well, hearing punches from a mile away and having more than enough time to brace himself for the damage or unconsciously weaving out of the way of said punch. Swiftly avoiding a punch fired by a nearby henchman in defense of his fallen comrades, Bardock struck the attacking minion with an attack of his own, this one an amazingly powerful ax kick aimed directly at the being's horned head. The blow was certainly something else, packing much more strength than any of Frieza's soldiers would have originally anticipated, possessing more than enough power and force to neatly decapitate the being unfortunate enough to be on the receiving end of Bardock's mighty strike. Intending on wasting no unnecessary time and energy on such weaklings, Bardock efficiently hit a perfect flip to find himself turned to face the majority of Frieza's underlings, cocking back his muscular arm, the Saiyan began to charge an energy sphere of his own in the palms of his hand. Firing off the large blue wave of gathered ki, Bardock watched on in pleasure as his energy attack struck its intended targets, obviously making its mark as it exploded as soon as it bothered to make contact with the group, putting an end to the lives of each of its target in one average sized explosion.

"FRIEZA!" Bardock proudly screamed on, feeling much more accomplished than before at the sight of many of Frieza's men falling before they could even lay a single hand on him.

"So," Frieza lightly smirked, watching on as the tailed menace that was officially his worst enemy as of now continued to work his way through hundreds of soldiers without even working up a single sweat. Apparently, the monkey had powered up quite a bit in the time since he had last taken to worry himself of the lower class of Saiyans… this certainly was not good. Not good in any way whatsoever. Not only would he have to find a way to get some more soldiers but he would more than likely have to bother with arising from his throne and putting an end to the arrogant bastard after all –if only Dodoria could have done his job for once in his life. If it wasn't for the high power level and loyalty that the pink blob had, Dodoria would have already been swimming with the fishes to be completely honest. "It is me that the monkey is after then?" Frieza questioned, mostly talking solely to himself, though Zarbon had found himself close enough to pick up on his employer's nearly silent conversation.

"Sire that would of course explain why it is that he is repeatedly screaming out your name," Zarbon responded with the rolling of his golden colored eyes and the shrugging of his shoulders, hardly caring over anything that happened to involve the race that he hated so much. As far as he was concerned, no Saiyan whatsoever possessed the strength needed to take on even Cui or himself, yet alone Lord Frieza. "Do you want me to personally deal with our little pest Lord Frieza?" The teal-skinned Lukban elegantly offered his superior, flicking through the field of perfectly braided grass that was his hair with just the swish of his hand.

"No Zarbon, I will tend to this unruly monkey myself," The Arcosian explained to the most powerful of his underlings, arising from his throne as slowly as he could. With a power level of just slightly above 11,000… whoever this boisterous ape happened to be was going to suffer a fate much worse than death –death by the hand of the Cold Empire's finest. Glaring outside of the window for a few moments, the worriless grin displayed upon Frieza's face immediately began to shift into something much more bloodthirsty and terrible looking, his teeth clenched as well as his fists. "Prepare my transport Zarbon. If it is me that this monkey wants, I will be more than honored to accommodate his final request." Frieza threateningly ordered the tall, teal-skinned monstrosity trapped in an elegant man's body. These Saiyans… they were truly beginning to become more of a nuisance than beneficial. First, the foolish King Vegeta himself had dared to challenge the likes of him and know some pathetic low-class who thought he was suddenly the most powerful thing in space due only to surviving death just a measly one time.

"L-Lord Frieza, are you telling me that you intend on leaving the ship-" Zarbon began to counter, only to be cut off by Frieza, the Arcosian already in much too harsh of a mood to put up with any backtalk by his minions.

"And are you trying to question my orders Zarbon?" Frieza threateningly questioned, his tone growing much harsher and irritated by the second. The Arcosian quickly turned to face his comrade, instantly raising a finger engulfed in a purple sphere of ki to Zarbon's chest, terrifying the green giant that was Zarbon on the spot. Judged by the steamed look on Frieza's face, the Lukban immediately backed down, gulping as he staggered back a couple of feet.

"No… I was not Lord Frieza," Zarbon terrifyingly began to gulp, desperately hoping to get back on the Arcosian's pleasurable side. To be completely honest with himself, even if he happened to be amongst the most loyal and powerful of Frieza's henchmen, the cold-blooded maniac would not even bother with debating over whether or not he should kill the teal-skinned alien. For all Frieza cared, killing Zarbon would not cause too much damage to the Planet Trade Organization and would serve only as a stress reliever of some sort. To the pleasure of Zarbon however, Frieza sighed in anger as he lowered his hand, the beam of ki surging through his fingertips dying down as he decided on sparing the Lukban's life for the time being. "I-I'll go prepare you transport for your departure right away milord." Zarbon hesitantly carried on, bowing in a righteous way before he began to hurry out of the room to do as he had been commanded to do before Frieza's decision concerning his life had changed in just seconds.

Frieza did not bother himself with watching his loyal underling walk out of the room, instead glaring daggers through the glass window before him. The Arcosian stood as stiffly as he could bring himself to be, his cold red eyes appearing just as heartless and unforgiving as their owner turned out to be. Frieza could barely bring himself to maintain control over his ever increasing anger, the fanged teeth he possessed clenched together even harder than his five-fingered fist, blood being drawn from the palm of his hands from only the amount of pressure that was being emitted into the mound of flesh. He had at least expected the intruding Saiyan to be somewhat beaten in at least the tiniest way possible before he would be forced to reveal himself to the crazed alien… but no –not even a single one of his soldiers had been able to do so much as to lay a single finger on the Saiyan, and not just any Saiyan –a fucking low-class Saiyan Warrior, supposedly the weakest class of the warrior race. Apparently, this Bardock fellow had taken it upon himself to have powered up quite a bit since Dodoria had been sentenced to take care of the arrogant bastard and his friends.

Bardock found himself continually screaming Frieza's dreaded name at the top of his lungs, just as loud at the mounds of flesh would allow him to, as he easily plowed his way through the dozens, if not hundreds, of far less powerful soldiers the tyrant had sent his way in an attempt to end his life then and there. Dodging a punch fully intent on taking off his head and stripping away his existence, Bardock's own hand instinctively reached out, grabbing ahold of the guilty assailant's muscular arm. As if on command, the Saiyan sent a mighty knee firmly to the middle of his attacker's arm, unleashing much more than enough force needed towards the man's elbow to shatter a nice majority of the damaged limb. Not even allowing the stomach turning sound of crackling bones being shattered apart from their main composure to slow him down, Bardock rose his other hand to just inches from his prey's face, a small ounce of ki beginning to manifest itself in the palm of said hand. Before Bardock's intended target could even begin to scream, a huge burst of golden energy engulfed its entire body, burning through skin, muscles, and bones alike as it erased all shreds of its target from existence. Bardock did not seem to be affected in any way whatsoever, his facial features remaining as stoic as they always were. He was no stranger to killing… actually being the furthest thing from a stranger that you could come up with to the act of stripping away the lives of individuals… he had witnessed so many deaths and graphically gruesome encounters firsthand, both those caused by his own hand and the hands of others, throughout his many years of war and purging –it was his profession… what he lived to do. It was actually funny when you began to think about it… he had done just as Frieza was planning on doing without a second thought but now that he was on the receiving end of said duty, he was desperately trying to go against all that he lived by just for the sake of his race. Was this what Kanassans…? Meatians… and the likes had thought and gone over before their race had been wiped out?

"FRRIIIIIIEEEZZZZAAAA!" The raging voice of the Saiyan low-class screamed out once again, barely able to maintain control over his ever increasing rage. Bardock felt the blazing cloak of fiery blue stained flames conjuring to his side as his temper began to reveal itself, his strength rising more and more by the second. "COME ON OUT HERE AND FACE ME ALREADY YOU GENDER-CONFUSED COWARD!" Bardock impatiently added to his screams, the volume of his voice dramatically rising with each word he spoke, until he was literally roaring out the final words to the being that had the intentions of ending the existence of his very race –the very being whose name brought hatred to the Saiyan Warrior's heart.

The hatch of Frieza's emblemized spaceship slowly began to open, the light from within the vessel lighting up perfectly as it complimented the darkness of space. As the many soldiers that had managed to cling onto Bardock quickly loosened their grip on the Saiyan, backing away from the warrior in respect to their leader and emperor, Bardock's face began to mold into that of a pleased one… a grin, something that was rarely seen on Bardock's face, painting itself upon the war veteran's face as he realized that the ultimate challenge of his strength was coming his way, exiting the metallic spaceship before him. He had never found himself fortunate enough to appear as close as he was right now to Lord Frieza, only receiving mission alerts on his Scouter from the prince's henchmen. To be honest, the ever-so feared Arcosian did not appear to be nearly as dangerous and powerful as he was known to be, standing no taller than five feet and no heavier than about eighty… seventy pounds tops. Bardock thoroughly examined his soon-to-be opponent, the chestnut-shaped skull being that was Frieza. His tail, which was the same pink color as the rest of Frieza's skin (excluding the face, feet, and hands), appearing as flesh, seemed to measure at least the same size as the tiny tyrant himself, wrapping nicely around Frieza as the Arcosian rested in the tiny bubble car that was his transportation.

"L-Lord Frieza's finally come out!" One soldier screamed out, praising the self-proclaimed Emperor of Space, as the Arcosian rode past his underlings in his Bubble Car.

"Yeah," Another jestingly added, coldly turning to stare at Bardock in a harshly unforgiving way. "Now you're dead monkey! You and all of your filthy people can kiss this world goodbye!"

"Long live Lord Frieza!" Yet another of the Arcosian's soldiers snickered, pumping his fist in the air in a victorious way as the small alien grew closer to Bardock, coming to a stop only meters away from the tailed warrior.

"No! That monster's already lived for much too long. Much too long for my own taste to be more precise," Bardock began, hunkering down to position himself into a fighting stance in anticipation of the final battle between himself and Frieza. Blinded by rage and readiness, Bardock did not even notice that Frieza was seemingly paying him little to no mind at all, instead having pointed his index finger upwards, a small reddish sphere of ki igniting just inches above the skinny limb and Frieza himself, growing larger and larger by the second. For all Bardock knew, he was of course going to die today –but he'd at least manage to take out this bastard Frieza and a good chuck of his men with him as well. "You know… I think that I'll put an end to the miserable thing that he calls a life right NOW!" The Saiyan added, a vein revealing itself on Bardock's forehead as he began to power up to his absolute maximum, the fiery aura of sky blue stained flames mixed with another color, this one being a sparkling white. The two, vibrant colors flared vigorously as they flamed around the Saiyan's heavily damaged and muscular body, the both of them fighting for sheer dominance with the sound of cracking emitting from them as Bardock's power skyrocketed to its exact limit.

"Not even in your dreams monkey!"

Bardock annoyingly rolled his eyes as he heard the soldier's words, choosing to ignore the talkative henchman and focus on the most dangerous target, Frieza himself. Sinking down much lower than he already was, Bardock began to slowly regulate his breathing, charging a newfound energy attack in his outstretched hands. This one was his ultimate attack, the Final Spirit Cannon, strongest of all of his energy attacks. It was a moderately sized sphere of blue ki that completely enveloped Bardock's right palm, expanding more and more outward as the low-class warrior spoke to his target. If this did not manage to end Frieza's life, then nothing at Bardock's disposal would… this was both the only and final resort. If this attack failed him, he would be completely depleted of all his energy and more than likely dead meat.

"Listen Frieza, guess what? We all quit, each and every one of us Saiyans! Got it?" Bardock exclaimed, his attack continuing to grow in size as more and more energy was charged into it. Bardock's chilling eyes never seemed to leave Frieza, remaining completely glued on the unfazed tyrant as he spoke, his body burning in pain as the energy was sapped from it like nothing and dried blood painted upon the warrior's muscular body. "We don't want to ever work for the likes of you anymore… someone who tries to take out anybody who might challenge his or her leadership when the time truly comes! I just wish that we never foolish enough to obey a single one of your demands, you bastard. We know now that you are scared of us Saiyans and listen here! We're done with you… go find somebody else to do all of your dirty work… in Hell! Oh yeah, one last thing to keep on your mind when you reach the coldest depths of Hell," The Saiyan added, his attack finally managing to sip the last bit of energy from Bardock's body, said Saiyan panting for dear life as he maintained the large wave of energy in his hands, his arm cocked back as he prepared himself to launch the energy blast once and for all. 'Tora, Fasha, Shugesh, Borgos… I do this in memory of you all and for all of my fellow Saiyans, my sons… Gine… even those I hate more than everything,'

"This is for all of the people that you've had us kill in your name. If only I have known of your true intentions then… I'll blow you away you son of a bitch!" Bardock finished, drawing his arm back as far as he could bring it to be, basically spitting up the words in a mixture of both extreme fatigue and even more exhilarating anger at the tyrant. "Here have it, this ends here and now!" Bardock slowly added, coming to a conclusion on what could have possibly been his final words. The Saiyan proudly and positively shot his arm forward, flinging the straining limb forward as if he was throwing a javelin of some kind, firing his Final Spirit Cannon at the dwarfed tyrant that stood before him. The Arcosian that would take away the lives of his people if this attack were to fail… Frieza.

Instead of showing any fear whatsoever towards the approaching blast of energy, Frieza only shook his head in extreme disappointment, actually beginning to maniacally laugh as he unleashed a good fraction of his own energy into his own ball of ki, the Supernova as he liked to deem it. Watching as his attack was effortlessly swallowed up by Frieza's own orb of planet-shattering ki with little to no effort, Bardock could not even try to stop himself from shaking his head in disbelief, holding back an entire waterfall of tears showcased in anger and disappointment. "You thought that such a pathetic attack like that would actually work against me? It seems that you filthy monkeys are just as stupid as you are pathetic, ignorant, and dishonorable!" Frieza heartlessly mocked and beckoned, wildly adding more and more of his own energy into the already enormous ball of negative ki.

'N-No… there's no way that should've failed!' Bardock thought to himself, his fist clenched together as firmly and hard as they could possibly be, his eyes glued shut in an attempt to hide back any tears that would dare leak from them. That attack, his most powerful one, had never before failed him whenever he had been forced to use it… always managing to end the life of his opponent on sheer impact. Bardock watched as Frieza's Supernova carelessly dove towards him, along with the soldiers that had been unfortunate enough to be in its path, and Planet Vegeta alike, Frieza having thoughtlessly unleashed it despite the lives of numerous amounts of his henchmen at stake. He was a mixture of everything to be honest… shocked, horrified, angry, saddened. He had failed his people… his family… all who Frieza had hurt… himself more importantly. Now, there was nothing that could be done about it –the Saiyan race would be nearly completely eradicated from the face of the universe. Bardock did not even have time to scream as Frieza's Supernova took over his body, engulfing him in a blazing cloak of heat and pain. The Saiyan could feel as the attack dug into his skin, burning apart flesh and scorching away all of his armor, disintegrating the metal into nothingness before Bardock's own eyes. Skin melted away and his bones were charred to a crisp as the Supernova drove its way towards Planet Vegeta, Frieza doing nothing more than chuckling maniacally in the process.

However, before he could feel his body being disintegrated away, the entire area around Bardock seemed to fade away, a much more happier and peaceful looking place taking over in place of the cold depths of space. Bardock knew of this place… from one of his past visions. The grass and sky seemed to have inversed from that familiar to Planet Vegeta, the grassy fields registering a teal blue color and the sky shining a brilliant lime green color. Although the vision seemed to be thoroughly fading from existence by the second, Bardock's eyes widened as he saw a familiar figure, a Saiyan judging by the brown furry tail wrapped around his waist, standing on the swaying blue grass, glaring daggers at the same being that had just ended Bardock's own life… Frieza. The unnamed warrior's long furry tail of brown fur and incredibly spiky, waist reaching black hair was more than a dead giveaway to whom this fighter turned out to be. B-But how… Bardock had just seen him minutes ago and he was not as old or tall as he appeared now.

'R-Raditz?' Bardock silently thought to himself, instantly recognizing his son's facial features and physical appearance. This was certainly his son… there was no way around that. Yet he somehow managed to appear much bigger, both in muscle mass and height, and older than he actually was, and he was certainly not dressed in the normal Saiyan attire he had been sent away in, wearing a deep blue colored martial arts uniform with a sort of orange undershirt right underneath it in the place of Battle Armor. The uniform bared some type of insignia on the back on it, but Bardock was much too irritated to take the time needed to realize and translate it, instead focusing on the two combatants. 'I-I can't believe it! M-My son… he's facing Frieza!'

Bardock's eyes then studied Frieza… or whoever this Frieza imposter would have been. He seemed to have been incredibly wounded and winded, as if he was actually at a severe disadvantage over Raditz. Before he could even begin to comprehend the whole idea over what was going on, Bardock came to the conclusion that this was just another of his untimely visions –and if it was just as accurate as the others turned out to be –than it meant that his very own son, a low-class warrior by the name of Raditz, would eventually challenge Frieza just as he had done and possibly even come out as a victor in the battle… avenging his entire family and race in just a single legendary battle.

"Raditz… please, defeat Frieza one day my son. Not only for me… but for your entire race –all those who were forced to suffer because of this cold-blooded bastard," Bardock weakly smiled, coughing up a bit of blood as he was prematurely snapped out of the daydream of his son to find himself back to dying. As his body continued to disintegrate away from the sheer force of Frieza's Supernova, one final word managed to escape the Saiyan's mouth before it too was melted away from the outrageous temperature of the blazing hot ki, "RADITZ!"

Meanwhile, more than thousands of light years away from Planet Vegeta on a rather peaceful planet known only as Earth, a resident of the planet –an Earthling one would say –known as Son Gohan carried on with his daily jog through the forest, pacing his way through the forest trails without a single worry on his mind. Son Gohan was not your typical elderly male by any means necessary. While he possessed the same snow-white colored hair that nearly every man his age would receive, as well as the wrinkles and aged features, he happened to be one of the toughest people on the face of the planet, a master of martial artist trained by the legendary Turtle Hermit, the strongest being on the face of Planet Earth itself. When he found himself to be a little over two-thirds of the way done with his daily jogging exercise, Gohan suddenly looked up as the sound of an incredibly loud, searing sound echoed throughout the skies, nearly shattering his eardrums at the earsplitting level the sound pierced the sky with. To his own amazement, the Human's vision seemed to have picked up a strange object soaring through the sky at an extremely high speed unmatched by even the quickest of military jets… something like a meteor or shooting star. Not even a second later, a devastatingly awful earthquake quivered the ground as the unknown object apparently come to a stop, finally coming to a landing stop in the ground of Mother Earth. Judging by the intensity of the vibration, Gohan immediately came to the conclusion that whatever the space traveling object turned out to be had landed not too far from his home, a small wooden cottage that he had built for himself in the middle of the Mount Paozu area, away from the vicinity of the public and big cities.

After a five minute scavenger hunt spent trying to uncover the exact spot where the strange object from space had plunged its way into the Earth, Gohan finally found himself staring at nearly fifteen feet of demolished rubble and grass in the form of a crater, his eyes widening as he carefully approached the gorge that had been created by the meteor. Gazing down at the source of the deep crater in the ground, the elderly Earthling was in for a surprise of his own as he came to realize that the object responsible for the basin was not even a shooting star or type of meteor at all… it was not even made of stone or rock, instead being some sort of contraption made of a type of metal that Gohan himself was nowhere near familiar with. Whatever it was, it seemed to be some type of traveling device or unidentified flying object. Whatever this contraption happened to be was not the true question at all –that honor had been slowly stripped away by an inquiry deemed new to the aged Earthling's wandering mind, whether or not this strange object was a hazardous danger of some sort.

Gohan cautiously dropped into the deepened gorge of land that had been ploughed into the Earth by the stray object from space, reaching the device that he deemed himself oh so interested by. Frantically searching and analyzing the strange spherical object that was Raditz's Attack Ball, the bearded Earthling calmly sought out a way to unlock the interior of said device and discover just what this thing was hiding from the inhabitants of Earth. After what seemed to be five minutes of thorough examination, Gohan finally gave up on his peaceful intentions of opening the hollowed device, suddenly mustering up all of the strength that he could call upon to ram an entire bared fist straight through the thickened sheets of hardened metal, not a single flinch doing so much as to dare to overcome the seasoned warrior as he relentlessly tore through the steel-coated plates, neatly ripping the entire door of the spherical space traveling device cleanly off of its main component. To Gohan's bewilderment, the last thing that he would expect to find turned out to be awaiting him in the intergalactic based technology, a young child who he made out to be no older than six… seven years old at the most. Lying peacefully in the span of his month-long slumber thanks to the effects of the sleeping gas of the Attack Ball was an innocent appearing child –a boy –who possessed a thick, luxurious mane of spiked, black hair that rivaled that of a female, traveling all the way down to below his waist area. The boy had to be some type of warrior of something, a fighter or combatant… seeing as he was dressed in his own set of Battle Armor, snuggled warmly on the comfortable, padded chair on his interstellar means of transportation.

'I-It's nothing more than a child?' Gohan's inner thoughts took over, a bit confounded and a fair amount of confused over all that he happened. Something had to be up right…? Why would a seemingly perfectly healthy boy be in a pod that crashed down to Earth, appearing just as any other child that the hermit had seen before? What had happened to the sleeping child… where were his guardians –parents, grandparents, any sort of family or overseers of the long haired youngster? Gohan instantly felt himself tense up, the hair on the back of his neck rising in both anxiety and astonishment, as his thoughts were unintentionally interrupted as his eyes glued to something that seemed incredibly out of the blue for any sort of Earthborn individual… male or female. His vision had to be failing him –there was no way in Hell that he was actually seeing what it was that his eyes were picking up. Harmlessly poking from a few centimeters above the boy's backside was a drooping… tail cloaked in a coat of brown, fluffed fur staring right back at Gohan's state of bewilderment induced gaze. Gohan instinctively leaned in closer towards the sleeping child, clearly fascinated in his recent discovery and the boy's origin… not a single thought of backing away or proceeding with caution crossing the retired warrior's mind as he cluelessly inched closer and closer towards establishing a firm grip on the swaying tail that the toddler possessed. Before Gohan could even cover the final inch remaining in between himself and the slumbering youth, Gohan suddenly felt an intense pain spike through his cheek, his head jerking uncontrollably to the left as the unknown youth's tail abruptly took over a mind of its own, unexpectedly smashing itself into the elder's cheek, a slight surge of pain quickly jolting through the Human's entire left side of his face as he even staggered back a couple of feet, clearly having been caught completely off-guard by the sudden strike aimed for his face.

Not even a second later, Gohan managed to recover just in time to glance up as a severely deafening, ear-bursting alarm frantically began to beep throughout the area, signifying that a timer somewhere in the boy's Attack Ball had gone off to alert the child of something. Gohan's own black eyes instantly met with the long haired Saiyan's own coal black colored eyes as they shot open, Raditz having been awoken from his long slumber to find himself on a planet that he had little to no knowledge on whatsoever. Neither of the two dared to even blink a single time, both parties not wanting to give in to the other as they engage in a mental match of some kind in the form of a physical staring contest between the two powerhouses.

The armor that the long haired, tailed child that was the son of Bardock was dressed in closely resembled the very same one that his seasoned warrior of a father had sported throughout the majority of his own lifetime –from his very first purging mission all the way up to his failed attempt at a rebellion against the dreadful Lord Frieza and death by the same being. However, instead of hoisting the green straps that his father had deemed popular among his group of comrades, the child's armor had straps that were of a light brown color, glistening as the sun sparkled upon them, with the remainder of the armor being stained in a midnight black color. Along with that, the boy also wore a black sleeveless jumpsuit under his sturdy set of protective Battle Armor –much like his father as well –with a sheet of lime green stained glass covering the entirety of his left eye, which glistered a coal black color of its own in the blazing heat of the Sun.

Gohan hesitantly hunkered down, bending his knees in an attempt to make as little noise as he possibly could as he approached the half-awakened juvenile of a warrior. The former student of Master Roshi's legendary Turtle School never let his eyes leave their target, the young child, for even a split second, the watery orbs glued onto the long haired youngster as Gohan unconsciously edged closer and closer towards the Attack Ball of the raven haired kid. After a harsh minute filled with internal arguing and disputing the Earthling nodded to himself in agreement at his newly created plan –deciding that it would be best for both he and the young child's wellbeing if he were to take the boy back to his small cottage… at least until he could manage to figure out and sort out everything that had happened and figure out what to do with the kid. His mother, father, some type of guardian had to be out there somewhere and hopefully, they would come searching for him sooner or later, but until that could come to happen it appeared that this tailed youngster was now his own responsibility. Coming within reaching distance of the young child's motionless body, Gohan found himself bending down in an attempt to reach for and grasp the boy's light weighted body, only for another surge of damage and pain to flood his body just as it had done just minutes earlier. Gohan had but a fraction of a second to react as his strained vision made out a small fist packed with a great deal of force and strength behind it to be thrown at his face –and unfortunately, the elderly Earthling was far too preoccupied to even attempt to weave out of the way of the blow, his skin rumbling in pain as a small fistful of knuckles crashed into the middle of his face, just over his nose and in the middle of his eyes. Gohan could've sworn that if whoever this kid was turned out to be just a bit stronger than he was, he would have walked away from this place with nothing less than a busted nose overflowing with drawn blood.

Recovering, Gohan shook his head in disbelief at the site he had been oh so unfortunate to be a victim to. A child… yes a child, had actually sent his staggering back a couple of feet… him a master martial artist. There was no way that this kid was normal… he had a tail, the strength of a grown man, and had crashed down from the cold depths of space. The man's arms instantly shot up, patting down the older of the two's nose in an effort to see if it had been heavily damaged by the fearsome jab to the nose. While this young child looked to be no older than eight years old at the most, that did not hide the fact that he was still as intimidating as a wild lion was to the lowly poacher… his actions silent and unpredictable to the elderly Earthling, Gohan. Gohan found himself quite amazed by the fact that not only this tailed young man emerged from his traveling device fully ready to face off against any who were stupid enough to harm him, evident by the mighty but serious fighting stance he had positioned himself into. While the battling stance lacked all of the proper defenses and seemed as if it was created by a novice, it was quite amazing that a child this boy's age had bothered to do a stance like it, one that numerous grown men found themselves having trouble with. Hanging stiffly and thrillingly from the back of the boy's armor stood his fur-engulfed tail, twirling about as enthusiastically as it possibly could at the thought of a challenge.

"Whoa –that's quite the punch you've got there young man! I'm calling it now, a bit more training and you would've busted a poor man's nose or even just punched straight through my old head!" Gohan complimented the boy, an uneasy laugh revealing itself from the old man's mouth as he tried to ease up the situation. Obviously this young man wanted to have a little bit of a sparring match, whether to the death or just for fun he knew not. Judging by the boy's age and posture in his fighting stance, it was clear that he was nothing close to Gohan in the skills and experience of a martial arts master –probably something like an advanced novice or something like that. Approaching the battle-ready extraterrestrial before him, Gohan's eyes calculated each and every flaw or mistake within the boy's fighting stance, unguarded areas that would prove vulnerable to an experienced fighter's attacks. "You're pretty nice for somebody your age I must say… but however, your fighting form has quite the number of flaws that could pretty easily lead to your eventual defeat by a warrior that possesses the experience that I do."

"*Cúá légsígóy vöp[1]*… do you know not who I am? I am Raditz, a member of the most powerful race in the entire universe –the eldest seed of Bardock… a mighty warrior of the Saiyans!" Raditz dramatically growled, the volume of his voice gradually rising more and more as he spoke, until he was practically roaring out the finale of the words to the man he knew absolutely nothing about, only hoping to inspire even the tiniest amount of fear within this weakling of an alien's heart. Raditz felt the slightly trained muscles of his tighten up as he squatted down even lower than before, sinking as low as he could as he stiffened his defenses his stone black eyes never doing so much as to even hope to leave their view of Gohan, carefully watching each and every step that the snow white haired man took as he approached him more and more. Just as Gohan had entered Raditz's arm-reaching proximity, the son of Bardock leaned in as much as he could –throwing a clenched fist at the man. However, Raditz himself was in for a shock of his own when he saw that his attempted blow had been both cleverly and effortlessly dodged by this strange specimen he had no sort of knowledge on whatsoever. 'What kind of borderline, pathetic alien is this? One minute I can hit it and the next I can't?' The young, muscled foreign alien began to ponder, seeing his perfectly aimed and quickly launched strike soaring just inches past the weaving head of his opponent. He was a Saiyan, a warrior worthy of striking down lesser races with nearly no effort at all –he had already proven that on the two or three purging missions he had been assigned on by the King, just to water his feet a bit. He had little to no remembrance of the scaled down purging mission, all he would come to mind when he tried to fully comprehended it was that he had worked with two other Saiyans, one an adult and the other barely younger than he was –the prince… yes, Prince Vegeta it was. Regardless, here he was no… some kind of alien capable to avoiding the quickest of blows that a Saiyan could send out. To make matters even worse, this bastard looked just like a tailless Saiyan, adding fuel to fire as Saiyans unfortunate enough to lose their tail were deemed pathetic excuse for Saiyans, complete outcasts to Planet Vegeta's race.

"Calm down young one," Gohan exclaimed, his eyes widening as he had only a split second to dodge a blow sent towards him by this long haired brat. Judging by the force and speed enveloped in the attempted strike, it was pretty obvious that not only was this child pretty powerful for his age –but he was also pretty quick on his feet and hasty to initiate a fight. The boy's quickly launched punch had been sent out at Gohan at such a speed that the Earthling could have sworn that as he weaved his head out of the way of said attack, he could hear the boy's fist speeding past his ear as if a jet or rocket was going off in the distant background. On mere instinct due to being a trained martial artist himself, Gohan followed up his silky smooth dodge with a counterstrike of his own. Leaning in towards the aggressive Saiyan child before him, Gohan brought his left arm forward, cleanly unleashing a swift chopping strike firmly to the young warrior's heavily exposed neck area. On mere impact with the bearded individual's slashing hand, Raditz felt each and every muscle in his body automatically shut down on his body, the Saiyan falling to the ground incredibly hard, collapsing the weight of his body onto his right shoulder as he struck the terrain, a small cloud of condensed dust and dirt forming due to the impact.

"W-What… did you do… t-to me, old man?" Raditz cried out in astonishment, his eyes widening and his teeth clenching together as he realized that not only was his body feeling as limp as ever, but he could not even move, nor feel, a single one of his muscles. Raditz's widened black eyes looked up to glare the highly aged Human before him, the Saiyan's nearly fanged teeth scraping against one another as he let out a disappointed grunt, his feelingless body doing nothing more than unconsciously twitching on the grass enveloped ground on which he rested.

Gohan impatiently walked past the twitching youth, choosing to block out the everlasting rambling of the latter, reaching the metallic Space Pod in which Raditz had crashed down to the Earth's surface in. Gohan could feel the boy's cold eyes piercing into the back of his skull as he walked, attempting to burn holes into the back of his head with just the coldest of glares that the Saiyan's fierce, coal black colored eyes so angrily offered to provide. Approaching the heavily dented and dirt engulfed spherical object buried deep within the rigid earth, Gohan found himself slowly bending down as low as his brittle, highly aged and worn out knees would allow him to, scavenging through the debris ad metallic scraps to grasp ahold of a stray sheet of crumpled up paper that hung from a fatally sharpened shrapnel of metal impaled through it. Glancing down at the scribbled message rashly escribed on the slightly smoothed up sheet of paper. Gohan felt a tear of sweat form on his forehead as he read the letter intended for Raditz, feeling pretty badly for what the boy would come to realize as Gohan himself began to read the etched note at a level just high enough for Raditz's sensitive Saiyan ears to pick up.

In the handwriting of what Gohan made out to belong to whoever this child's guardian was, Gohan read the letter strictly as it was –speaking, 'The following message contained in this message is for my son, Raditz, and whoever it is that comes across him on his designated planet. Because I am unsure over the fact if he will be sent to a planet that it capable of speaking Saiyru or another language, I have taken the time to carefully translate this message into the most well-known language in the universe, the Ingles language so that hopefully, whoever it is that comes across my eldest child will be able to fully understand what it is I am saying in this letter.

My son, when you eventually manage to come across and read this message of mines, you will be fully informed on knowing that I was unable to prevent the deadly extermination of all of our race by a terrible, bloodthirsty and heartless monster. I intend on facing this coldblooded tyrant in head-to-head battle and if you are reading this… than I most likely failed, killed in battle by that merciless monster –a being that goes by the name of Frieza, leader of the universal-feared Cold Empire.

Now, the primary reason that you have been sent to whatever wasteland it is that you are currently on my son is because the fact that along with our race, this Frieza tormenter took it upon himself to destroy the both of our homeplanet, a planet known as Planet Vegeta. Because of this, you are most likely one of the –if not THE –last remaining Saiyans on the face of the entire universe my child. Anyways, originally… being a child of the Saiyan race –you were sent to this planet of yours to eradicate all signs of life on it due to Frieza's orders so that the fucker could sell it for a profit of his own –but I, as your father –do not want you to do that order. We Saiyans did each and every one of Frieza's orders before our demise, working as planet brokers… slaves… hitmen to this Frieza being for years, even before you were born. I want you to not follow our lead, instead I demand that you train on this new planet of yours, making it your sole responsibility to defend it with your life if it must come to that, as if it was your own homeplanet. Saiyans like you and I grow stronger after each and every battle, after each and every time we recover from the brink of death itself, which is the primary reason that Frieza felt the need to completely destroy our race as a whole once and for all… solely because he feared that we would riot and overtake him one day. H-He took our loyalty to his cause and paid us back in our own blood, I'm afraid. We failed my son, but you… my oldest son. You, you will one day become strong enough to rid the universe of that scumbag, I have seen visions of it. You are the one that will avenge the likes of myself, your darling mother, your younger brother, and the entirety of your race as a whole I believe.

Now my son, please have pride that you are a mighty Saiyan warrior but never let that pride blind you and give you a big head… because trust me, that will lead to your downfall just as it did the majority of our people. Please Raditz –never forget your origins and where you have come from and PLEASE, become strong enough so that someday, you can avenge your race and put an end to that pathetic bastard Frieza. I have taken the liberty to enclose in your pod with you a number of things that you will need throughout your life… Saiyan Battle Armor, a Rejuvenation Tank to heal your injuries, handbooks to help your guardian and yourself better understand our race, and every single thing that you can and will use on your path to avenging us all. You are the last hope of an endangered… dying race my son –the nightmare to Frieza. I have seen visions of it… it is you. Y-You are the legendary Super Saiyan, a warrior heard of only in the legends. You are the warrior that will take out Frieza in battle. Please… please live up to your destiny my son.

Take care, my son… Raditz. And thank you, to whoever it is that watches over and helps young Raditz become the man he is destined to be,"

Raditz immediately shot up from his seat, not wanting to believe a single one of the words that were spurting from Gohan's mouth. Rising from the dirt-cloaked ground on which he lied, the son of the deceased Bardock swiftly, yet very efficiently, closed the distance of grass between himself and Gohan in mere seconds. Snatching the tattered note from the wrinkly hands of the elderly Human, Raditz himself slowly reread the letter to himself until it became fully clear that each and everything that he had previously heard was exactly what was written on the slab of paper.

"N-No… father!" The boy slowly began to scream, finally finishing his reading of the note for what seemed to be the fifth time. Trembling in a mere combination of barely controlled –contained rage and held back sadness and fear, Raditz felt tears flooding his eyes, unable to completely stop the river of tears from rapidly streaming down the side of his face as a slight cloak of vigorously sparking purple and white flames engulfing his body. Blinded by both rage and sadness, Raditz had not control whatsoever over what it was that he did next, falling into Gohan's open, secure arms, unable to contain his crying spree at all.

"R-Raditz… I see that your father's last wishes were for you to be trained and to reach your potential and I am quite sure that I can help you out with something like that. I am a master mart-" Gohan began to speak, offering his alliance to the young warrior's cause. If what this young man's father had said about a terrible tyrant destroying an entire race of warriors was true, than this young boy was in desperate need of both a new home and training. Obviously, nobody else would believe such an intergalactic story and would say that he was just an 'old man who was hallucinating'… so he was the only hope that this kid had. However, before he could complete his intriguing offer, the arrogant child of a nearly wiped out race interrupted him with that same cocky tone of his.

"I don't need the help of an old-timer like you old man. If you are even foolish even to think that an old alien like yourself can teach a mighty Saiyan Warrior like me a thing or to, then you're either plain ignorant or completely dumbfounded. I'm willing to bet that your power level isn't even-" The somewhat cocky Saiyan child began to say, using his hands to wipe the tear stains from his eyes and face as he glared up at Gohan in the same manner in which he had done minutes earlier. Bringing a finger to the metallic, lime green colored stained glass lens get on his left eye, Raditz thought into his own little laughing spree before his scouter beeped to a stop, halting on a set of numbers that were deemed more than enough to shut the Saiyan up flashing across the translucent screen. To his surprise, Raditz found out that this bearded Earthling was pretty much more than four times stronger than he himself was at the moment, the man's power level registering at a solid 96, compared to his own 22. Knowing that he was inferior and outmatched by far too much to the Human, Raditz hesitantly lowered himself to the ground, hunkering his body low as he bowed to his new guardian, showcasing a new display of respect for the old man that stood before him. "F-Fine, old-timer." Raditz sighed still very disappointed over the fact that his race had been cleanly wiped out by a single individual, his entire family gone from the realm of living for what would be forever.

Power Levels

Bardock: 11,432 (Full Power)

8,973 (Damaged Facing Frieza)

Neab: 245

Frieza: 525,000 (First Form)

Zarbon: 22,648

Frieza Soldiers: 1000-3000 Each

Raditz: 22 (Six Years Old)

Gohan: 96

Translations

1) Saiyru:Cúá légsígóy vöp = You pathetic fool

{Revised: November 25, 2015}