He turned over, looking to the window. The sun was still hidden under the horizon. It was perfect. He wouldn't see any other Saiyans at this hour.

Having taken care of his shower the night before, Raditz dressed, adding his headband last.

Before he left the room, he looked over to Kakarot. If he were anyone else, he probably would have laughed. Kakarot head was dangling off the bed, he was practically hanging upside down. Snoring off to the side. He would have to remind his mother to move him, but he didn't have the time.

He almost ran down stairs. Stopping in the kitchen for an energy drink. He would need it today. He was about to close the fridge when he heard a knocking noise. He whipped his head around to find his father standing there. He had just returned from a mission.

"So, you're up early." Bardock said, before sitting himself down at the table.

"Yeah, I got some work to do at the lab, Tarble is meeting me there." He said quickly. He couldn't stay long.

Bardock squinted his eyes at him, he could see the suspicion in them. "But it's still dark. I know the two of you can't become Ozaru, but nobody is running around. Why not wait for your mother to come down and get some breakfast?" Even after all this time his father felt guilty. Guilty about what happened to him. Because of this, the guy wanted to spend more time with him, but he had work to do.

"Sorry old man, I can't get out of this." He looked down at his watch for a second. He turned around waving before he left. "Oh before I forget, someone better fix Kakarot, he's about to fall out of bed."

With that he strode out the front door. Leaving his father there with a dumbfounded look on his face.

He made his way down the dead streets. He had always thought that being born without the Ozaru form was a bad thing, until he discovered he could look at the night sky without worry. He could see the light of the moon without losing his mind to instinct. Now he felt that the rest of the Saiyan population was missing out. Planet Vegeta was made for moonlight, the way the light worked with the rocky out coves, it colored the planet in different shades of blues, in contrast to the red rock.

But this morning he had no time to look, he had mission in mind. Using the various side roads just be sure that he wasn't seen.

As he reached the building, he let out a sigh of relief. The lights were off. Just as he reached the front, he heard a small crackle behind him and turned to face it. He breathed another sigh of relief as Tarble stepped closer to the door. They both nodded, not saying a word, as he unlocked the door.

Once in they locked up behind them, taking several steps away from the door before speaking.

"So did anyone see you?" Tarble asked, crossing his arms.

"Just the old man. He surprised me. I thought he wouldn't be home for another week." He took off his black lab coat, hanging it up in the office they shared. Tarble followed suit. "How about you?"

"Vegeta knows I'm here, but no one saw me. The castle is dead at night, that and Vegeta showed me the tunnels under it a couple of years ago."

Tarble started grabbing data files from a case, it was ideal to keep physical copies of the failures. Storing them the same way as the others would take up too much memory on their watches.

He took a pile of files and began to look them over, checking for any problems.

"I really wonder what that bald fuck wanted." Tarble said, scanning his files.

He chuckled. "Who knows? It's not like he could read it anyway."

This time both of them laughed. They had written over half of the files in another language. Most Saiyans didn't know much outside of galactic standard. Picking the dead language from the Tuffle race seemed to be the smartest choice.

"I really don't know why your father keeps that ass hat around." He grabbed another pile of files, skimming the pages.

Tarble let out a laugh. "You know my father. He only sees value in those born as elites. That bastard was born into an elite family, so therefore he thinks the bastard is useful." Tarble tossed his pile to the side, before grabbing another.

So far nothing had come up. He was starting to wonder if the blockhead just got lost when he heard Tarble snarl.

"What is it?"

"The neuro toxin is missing."

"Which one?"

He was surprised to find Tarble a little panicked. "It's the one that was scrapped for being too volatile."

He felt his skin crawl, he remembered that one now. It exploded on impact and when it entered the body it would cause twitching, muscle degeneration, and death. "What would they want with that thing? It's too risky."

"I don't know, but I don't like it."


He awoke to find Tarble gone, just as he said he would be. He wondered if they had found anything.

He grumbled a little as he dragged himself out of bed. Tonight he had to leave to meet the delegates, not that he hated space travel, just the 3 days of constant talking. Why couldn't they just settle things with an old fashioned brawl? It would make everything a lot easier.

He changed, clipping his cape on before he left. A servant was waiting at the door for him. She seemed to look around. He knew why, Tarble was missing.

"My brother has already left." He said flatly before the woman could ask. She everted her eyes nervously, before nodding.

He strode down the long hall, leaving her behind.

He made sure to be quiet as he passed the throne room, listening in as his father argued with his adviser. He had been listening in for the last couple of months. His father was keeping something from him.

"Sire, do you really think that this is a good idea?" The overweight asshole, he knew as Romin asked.

He could hear his father's sneer. "Of course. This is the only way."

"Do you want me to contact them then?"

"Go ahead."

"Sire, what if the people don't like this?" He could hear the moron start to tap his light pin against his holopad.

"Does that matter? I'm the King, they know their place. Now go." He jumped up to the ceiling, just as the man left, going towards the communications room.

So his father was dealing out an unknown order without considering the people. Didn't he realize how hated he was? He wondered if this had anything to do with Nappa going into the lab. What kind of deal would this be?

He kept quiet as his father left the throne room, with a cocky grin on his face. He wanted to growl. What was his father thinking? He should have gotten up earlier. He hoped Tarble would fill him in when he returned.

He jumped down from the ceiling, heading down to the large dining room. He could see the servants setting out food.

He plopped down and waited for his father to arrive, but he had no such luck. The man was probably trying to get this order finished before he had a chance to confront him about it.

He grumbled to himself as he ate, not being able to shake the bad feeling he had about this. Something was coming, he didn't know what it was, but he would get to the bottom of this.


Raditz grumbled as he worked on his project, he didn't like this. He and Tarble had set up a trap in the office before leaving. If the bastard wanted information, he would have to face the consequences.

Strangely enough, he couldn't wait for the bald jerk to set off the trap. He had been wanting to get a better look at Saiyan anatomy. Sure it wasn't that much different than most beings, but he really couldn't find any good test subjects. Okay, it was because he couldn't find any willing participants.

He could have been sneaky and just grabbed some old dying man on the street corners of the lower district, but that wouldn't have reflected well on Vegeta. After all, Vegeta did free him from his life with Zera, if he hadn't shown up, he knew he would still be there. Doing everything she asked of him. And he would have done it and she would have petted his hair and told him she loved him.

Not that he missed that lifestyle. Just the idea of missing her deranged smile made him cringe. He didn't have to be reminded about the things she did to him. The cuts, burns, bruises, and scars inflicted more than just his skin. He could feel it down to his very being.

He was jarred from his thoughts as a crash came to the floor. Just a small chemical spill, looking over to the person responsible, he just rolled his eyes.

Ona always did these kind of things. She just didn't belong in a lab. She had long black hair and black eyes, much like any Saiyan, but she was very clumsy. Many a Saiyan would have thought of her as a catch, she came from an elite family and she was beautiful, but that wouldn't help her here. He remembered telling her that on the first day.

She could be smart, but not in the way that was suited to the lab work. She was better at writing than anything, so they just had her write up reports to the Intergalactic Commission.

He crossed his arms, looking down at her. "What was in that flask?"

She cowered a bit, blushing slightly. "It was just a simple acid. I was running it over to the chemistry lab. The shipment came in and Cuw wanted me to bring over a sample."

"Ona, is Cuw the director of this section?" He felt himself growl.

She took a step back. "No….He said he had your permission."

He sighed, face palming. "In the future, run all of this by me." She nodded at him slowly. "Now clean this up and get back to writing." He turned to leave, not looking back to see her expression. He had to find this jerk before he screwed something up. They had safety regulations for a reason.

It didn't take long to find the idiot. He was showing off to a bunch of kids in his division. He and this one had had many run-ins before. Cuw was from a second class family, he didn't like being told what to do by a third class like himself.

The boy was mixing up an addictive he had created a couple of weeks ago.

"Wow Cuw! How did you come up with that?" One of the girls asked.

"It was nothing really." He bragged.

It was times like this that made him want a torture room just like Zeras it would have made these upper-class bozos think twice about not listening to him.

He cleared his throat, standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. Cuw froze at what he was doing.

"Come with me." He was given a couple of dirty looks from the girls, but he didn't really care.

Cuw followed him nervously into the hall. "What did you need?"

"Where do I even begin? First you have Ona run chemical samples across the lab without authorization. Putting countless lives in danger. You know she is clumsy. One false move with the wrong chemicals and we all go up in flames!" The boy flinched back. "And then you tell them that you created something that I created."

"Come on Raditz, chill out a bit. It was all in good fun. Besides, did you see the girls all over me?" Cuw's hands balled into fists as he spoke.

There was only one way to get through to this kid. "I guess a demotion is in order than. You will be put on cleaning duty for the next couple of months."

He couldn't help but smirk when his young charges mouth gaped open like a fish. "But I'm one of the best on the line!"

"Someone who is the best does not take credit for someone else's work, nor does he put the rest of us at risk of death. You will work your cleaning hours. That is all. We are done here." He opened his mouth to argue. "If you continue to speak, I can make double your time." The mouth snapped shut, with a look of irritation appearing on his face. He felt his smirk grow. "Now if you don't mind, the 5 year olds on clean up duty need your help."

The boy pouted before running off. If wanted to laugh, but held back. He had other stuff to worry about. He wondered when Nappa would return because he had a lot of rage stored up and he need a meat puppet to take it out on.


They boarded the ship without issue, Kakarot jumping up and down in his seat from excitement. The boy just liked traveling for these jobs, that or he was looking forward to someone picking a fight like they always did.

"Kakarot, calm down. We still have a full day to get there." He pointed out to the younger Saiyan.

Kakarot stopped trying to move in his seat, but still looked like he couldn't contain himself.

"Who do you think is gonna try and pick a fight this year?" The boy smiled up at him. He swore the boy smiled too much for a Saiyan, but after a couple of kills he would be broken of that. Most Saiyans didn't get there first kill until they were at least 10 anyway and Kakarot still had 2 years before that.

It took him back to his first kill when he was 6. He didn't tell his father that he snuck aboard one of the pods. He just wanted a piece of the action and he got just that. He remembered the man he had killed, how he had pleaded with him, on his knees groveling. A man like that was a shame to his race. A coward of the worst kind. He had to be destroyed. He felt no remorse for the man.

Then he remembered Tarble's first kill, 3 years ago. He had stood outside of the room for a short time before leaving to call the Intergalactic Commission. Tarble was the same age he was when he took his first life and he couldn't have made him more proud. Sure, it was Raditz's kill as well, but the way they did it made up for that.

Fighting Saiyans like himself and Kakarot killed their prey fast, the smart Saiyans on the other hand, seemed to like to torture their prey first. He could see it every time his father said something dumb to his brother, the gears that would start turning. He knew what his little brother was thinking about.

Kakarot got up from his seat after they got into space. Going to the refrigerator and grabbing something to drink, tossing him one over as well.

He pondered the idea of having Kakarot have his first kill early. It would definitely put his childlike self to sleep. His instincts would start to show up and he would start thinking like a captain should.

He wanted to chuckle to himself. The rumors were true. Kakarot would be his Captain of the Royal Guard. Oh, the look on the faces of the many elite families would really make his day. His father really wanted him to take some guy named Leeak as his Captain along with making that block head Nappa his advisor. Like that would happen. He rather liked the idea of two advisors. Two Saiyans he knew he could trust. Unlike the scum his father wanted to push on him.

He sighed as Kakarot finished his drink. "Vegeta, do you know why Raditz left so early this morning? Mom was pretty upset to find him gone."

"He had something to look into at the lab. It couldn't be helped."

"So Tarble left too." Kakarot leaned back against his seat.

"Yep, I just wish I know what they found, if they found anything." He was given a confused look. "Someone was looking around the lab. They just wanted to make sure everything was there."

"Oh, Okay. Why didn't Raditz just say so before he left? Dad thought Raditz was avoiding him."

"Because this is classified information Kakarot. Remember this doesn't leave this room." He watched as the boy looked around, noting that they were the only ones there.

"I get it. My lips are zipped."

He smirked. "Good. So on to another topic, how would you feel about taking a quick detour?" He crossed is arms, hoping that the boy would take the bait.

"What kind of detour?" Kakarot cocked his eyebrow up at him.

"I think you can handle your first kill. You think you can handle that?" He challenged.

He almost laughed when the boy just smirked up at him. Yes, Kakarot was ready.

To Be Continued….

Authors Note

Yay, second chapter down. It is going to take a little while to get to the stuff in the description. Basically because this is going to be a long series, at least 40-50 chapters in length.