A/N: This is a really random oneshot, and Bardock and Raditz might be a little ooc, but what humor fic isn't a little ooc? And I don't own DBZ or Bardock or Raditz.

Bardock strode along the landscape in hell having really nothing to do with his time, Fasha and Torah abandoned him for other entertainment. And finding his mate had been fruitless. He walked amongst the clouds each emitting their own unusual squeak until he was approached by a large Saiyan. He thought he knew every Saiyan in hell, and this one did seem familiar. He had long hair and was very tall and broad. Bardock eyed the new Saiyan cautiously as he went into a slight defensive stance. The Saiyan approached him and stood in front of him and slightly smirked,

"Father." He replied, Bardock eyed him quizzically, he thinks that I'm his father, he must have hit his head on the way to hell, poor guy.

"I'm sorry I think that you have mistaken me for someone else." Bardock replied causally.

"Father, it's me, Raditz." The Saiyan looked annoyed.

"Raditz?!" Bardock raised an eyebrow and tilted his head, sure he did look like his eldest son, or what he would look like if he was older, but he had lost track of Raditz before the planet was destroyed. "How do I know you're Raditz? I need some proof."

Raditz squinted his eyes, a sweat drop and a stress mark formed on his head and he begged within himself, please no, tell me he didn't ask for proof. Damn it all. "When I was growing up Torah used to call me "furball."

Bardock suddenly smiled at the memory, "yeah, I remember, and you used to hate it to." Bardock chuckled, his son still had his eyes shut in embarrassment so it was all the proof that he needed. Raditz opened his eyes, when his father didn't question him further. He noticed that his father was looking at him up and down then suddenly started to pout.

"What?" Raditz raised an eyebrow, confused by his father's actions.

"You got taller than me, that's not fair."

Raditz smiled broadly and began to chuckle himself. "I'm glad to see that you haven't changed, Father."

A/N: Tell me what you think.