A new day was on the horizon. The sun was up, beaming through the clouds on the blue sky. His warm rays illuminated the room, but the men inside continued to sleep. Their loud snoring quickly started to annoy the blue-haired beauty who only five minutes ago came down the stairs. She was preparing some coffee, to start the day when a throbbing vein appeared on her forehead.

"Sleeping as if there's nothing to worry about..." She ran upstairs, as if in search of something. It didn't take too long for the young genius to come back, however, she did not come empty-handed. "You bumps, how dare you sleep at a time like this!? The nerve!" As she yelled, Bulma lifted the machine gun and emptied the whole clip.

The old master and his student jumped out of their sleep instantly. While the two ran across the room, panicking, Bulma lowered the gun and frowned at them. Once the two noticed it was over, they fell on the floor, wide awake now.

After he released a heavy sigh, the young martial artist slowly started to get up. "Geez, good morning to you too, Bulma..." The man adjusted his gi properly and then looked at his friend. "It's still early in the morning, couldn't you let us sleep for a little longer?" His question only worsened the situation, but he realized that too late.

"What!? How can you even sleep knowing that- that monster is still out there, roaming the planet doing who knows what!?" Cold sweat began to slide across her smooth skin as the image of the saiyan flashed before her blue eyes. Bulma shook her head and continued. "Not to mention, Piccolo took Gohan out of our hands! That poor boy, who knows what that freak will do to him... Ah, I can't even imagine!" She dropped the machine gun on the table and sat on the nearby chair.

The young martial artist didn't say a word. He didn't want to think about it, but she was right. They let Piccolo take Goku's son without even trying to fight. He was too afraid to try, especially after coming face to face with that ruthless saiyan. The man squeezed his fist tight, blaming himself for being so weak and such a coward.

Noticing how the tension in the room was heavy, the old man decided to say a thing or two. "Now, now, not everything is bad as it seems... Goku's brother was in a very bad condition, I'm pretty sure the guy won't be able to do a thing for a week or two. And even if he recovers, we'll have Goku with us by that time." As he spoke, the old master stroked his beard and moved towards the kitchen.

"Okay, but what about Gohan?"

There was no response from the old man as he poured some coffee into his mug. He took a sip before answering the question. "I had in mind to gather Yamcha and everyone else and go save the little boy, but... I think Piccolo took Gohan as a part of a bigger plan to save the world." Roshi shifted his eyes towards the two and added another thing.

"Besides, what do you think would actually happen if we tried to save him?"

While his master took another sip, Krillin nervously started to sweat. "E-Eh, I don't want even think about that... he'd slaughter us for sure!" He shouted with a high pitched voice as he imagined him and his friends trying to take on Piccolo.

Bulma didn't like it, all of that sounded too risky. She rose from the chair and took off the cloak. "If that's the case, we can at least gather Yamcha and the others so we can find the dragon balls faster! That way, we'll have Goku back in a day or two!" The blue-haired woman was already on the phone, trying to get the scar-faced warrior when she and the others heard a bell.

"Huh? Just who might that be?"

Krillin took it upon himself to go and check it out. As he approached the doors, he was able to hear somebody yell but he couldn't recognize the voice. The young warrior opened the door and raised an eyebrow in wonder after seeing a fat man with long black hair.

There was a moment of silence between the two until Krillin spoke first. "Hey, don't I know you from somewhere? Yeah, aren't you the guy who lives with Korin!? What was your name again?" He tried to remember but the name never came, however, it didn't seem like Krillin noticed that he irritated the samurai.

"It's Yajirobe, ya idiot!" The man shouted his name in anger but quickly calmed down. "Anyway, what's with this stupid place? Who puts a house in the middle of nowhere? If Korin told me it was this far away, I would never come here." He finished his sentence with a snort as he crossed his arms.

Krillin blinked for a moment, confused. "Eh? What would Korin want from us?" The bald warrior was really curious to know why would Korin sent this guy all the way here. Roshi and Bulma who were right behind him wondered the same thing.

Before he said anything else, Yajirobe yawned. "That cat's aware of the whole situation... So you, that Yamcha guy, Tenshi or whatever his name is and Chiaotzu need to get over there now!" The others seemed taken aback by how serious he suddenly got. "Seems like all of us will get special training from Kami... I'm in on this too!" With that being said, Yajirobe turned around and slowly walked towards his car, not caring for the shocked faces.

The short martial artist shook his head and took a step outside the house. "W-Wait! Kami will train all of us!? Right now!?" His loud voice echoed through the small island. Krillin couldn't believe that he and the others would be trained by Kami.

Yajirobe didn't say a word. The guy minded his own business until he reached the car. "Oh yeah, I almost forgot... Don't use the dragon balls to bring Goku back to life until the enemies are here." Yajirobe adjusted himself in the seat and was just to turn on the car when Bulma asked him why not. "Something about training in the otherworld, who knows... bye!" Without even trying to explain anything more, Yajirobe left the island.

Krillin and the others didn't know what to say or think. They wondered what was going on when they heard something. A car was heading in their directions. First they thought it was Yajirobe, coming back to say some other thing, however, they soon realized it was the wife of Son Goku and her father. The three paled when they realized they still had to bring the news to Chi-Chi.

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Clouds, there was nothing but golden clouds on this endless road. He didn't know for how long he ran, but it did not seem like he made any progress at all. Sweat rolled over his cheeks as he pushed forward, hoping he would reach the place soon. What worried him the most was time. Just how much time he had before the saiyans arrived and started to harm innocent people? The thought of that horrified him. Just the feeling of him doing nothing to prevent that hurt and angered him.

He closed his hands tightly and added more speed. "I need to hurry! There's no time to take any breaks!" Goku released a grunt as he leaned his head forward. The young man jumped and tried to reach the place faster that way.

As he was in the air, an image of a man popped inside his head. For a moment, he almost lost his footing, but Goku managed to not fall beneath the clouds. "I'm not sure Piccolo and the others could stop him without my help... I hope nothing bad will happen while I'm here." The young martial artist shook his head and tried not to think about it and focus on his current objective, to reach King Kai's place.

00oo00

Dark clouds engulfed the skies above the thick forest. The sky was occasionally illuminated by fierce lighting which scared off even the most dangerous beasts and animals. Besides the loud thunder growling through the sky, the rain that poured down from the dark clouds was strong. The sound of rain hitting the leaves and the ground slowly started to wake up a man who was lying inside the small cave.

He struggled to open his eyes. His naked body was covered by the branches and leaves while the broken armor was tossed aside. The sweat slid across his entire body as he twitched in pain. Most of his wounds, the heaviest ones were lubricated with green mushy ooze. The color of his face was red and burning up. Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do about it but endure it. For a moment, he opened his left eye and glanced around. Even injured and with a fever, he was on the lookout for any possible threat. It was something engraved into him since he was a child.

Seeing how everything was fine and realizing nobody would dare to be outside under such a storm, the saiyan closed his eye. Before he fell asleep, he listened to the falling rain. He could not deny that he felt relaxed at that moment, despite the pain and fever. It wasn't anything new, he was used to this. He was a saiyan warrior and this fever would disappear the next day. The man tucked himself under the branches and leaves, slowly trying to fall asleep while he curled his tail tightly around the waist.

The sun was up, piercing through the scattered clouds. Puddles and wet ground was all that remained after the storm. The small remaining drops fell from the leaves as the weak breeze passed across the place. Once the sun graced the jungle, its residents began to wander around, hunting for food. Such was the case with a wild tiger who tried to overpower the huge boar. The two animals growled, bared its fangs at each other, ready to clash until their noses caught a scent. Their heads almost simultaneously moved to the left and remained like that until something pushed the branches away.

A man, wearing nothing but black briefs stood on the edge of a small cliff as he eyed the animals. His long spiky hair danced on the weak wind as he glared at his prey. The wild animals growled at him, but his frown was enough to scare the beasts. His intense glare forced even the huge boar to retreat, leaving the tiger alone. Seeing how the boar escaped, the saiyan released an annoyed hiss. Before the same could happen with the tiger, he jumped so he could catch something to eat.

The prideful tiger fought back against fear. With a ferocious growl, the tiger dashed towards the man and jumped at him with sharp claws and deadly fangs. With only one hand, the saiyan caught the tiger by the neck and smashed him against the rocky ground. The beast was out cold and the saiyan easily ended its life. However, even doing something so simple as catching food required a lot of him.

"Damn it, just walking around let alone fighting hurts like hell..." He lowered himself on his knees and tried to catch a breath. "I can't believe I sustained so much damage fighting a bunch of weaklings!" It frustrated him greatly thinking and reminiscing about how he failed and humiliated himself.

The saiyan wanted nothing more than to even the score, even murder the green bastard, but he knew there was no point. Especially not now, since they were coming here to kill them all and yes, even him. He still couldn't believe it, no, he could but tried to fool himself. It was only a matter of time before Vegeta decided to get rid of him, but he tried to stay useful and out of his way. So, what was even the point of looking for that green man when all of them would eventually die?

Raditz released a sigh and slowly rose from the ground. He grabbed the tiger's legs and dragged it back to his cave. As he walked through the jungle, the saiyan picked some berries and fruits on his way. He knew he needed a lot of food and quality nutrients if he thought of recovering as fast as possible. On his way towards the cave, he seemed lost in thoughts. He was lamenting, over and over again about the battle and his brother's last words. There was something bothering him and it annoyed the hell out of him. He tossed those thoughts aside once he realized he was back.

The meat of the wild tiger was roasting above the fire. While his food was cooking, the saiyan tried to inspect the wound on his face. The energy beam from the green man damaged him more than he initially thought. He could feel and tell it would leave a mark on his face but what was more concerning to him was his eyesight. Ever since that day, he had a hard time opening his eye. Even if he forcefully opened it, he didn't see well through it. Raditz released a loud curse as he kicked the nearby rock. He knew if he was put inside a healing tank his eye and all injuries would heal without a problem.

Realizing he could do nothing about his eye, Raditz left it alone and stared at the flames. "Tch, what a joke! To think this would be my peak, the highest thing I could accomplish!" His face twisted into a scowl as he thought about his situation and place where he was in. "Beaten by a brain-damaged moron, a green slug and child... how pathetic!" He closed his fist so tight that it slowly started to bleed.

An image of his dying brother flashed before his dark eye. The last words of his younger sibling continued to echo inside his mind. He could not understand it, no matter how much he tried. How could a man, a saiyan function that way, it didn't make sense to him at all! Even after he tried to kill all of them, Kakarot still didn't want to kill him? It was just crazy and un-saiyan like!

He felt disgusted to even think about it. The more he thought about his dead brother, the more irritated he got. Just who did Kakarot think he was? As if he needed pity or some kind of approval from him of all people. There was nothing he wanted from him, a brain-damaged saiyan who cut its own tail and befriended the lower species. After all, the man denied their connection all the time so why was Kakarot constantly on his mind?

Raditz released an annoyed growl as he smacked his left cheek. "Damn you Kakarot, disappear from my head already!" He smacked his face once again and shook the head. "I should try to figure out how to leave this stupid rock instead of thinking about the dead... If I don't find a way out of here, I'll be dead in a year!" Sweat began to roll over his forehead as he thought of his former comrades.

The problem was, his space pod was destroyed. From what he saw, the technology on this planet wasn't advanced enough for space travel. He thought of maybe using his brother's space pod, but his remote controller broke during the battle. A low snort escaped from his mouth, there was no way out. He was stuck here until his executioners arrived. His whole body was shaking in frustration, anger and most of all, fear.

There was no negotiating with Vegeta. Once he said something, that was it, over. No matter what he did, even if he purged the whole planet and found the magical orbs for the man, his head would still roll on the floor. After so many years spent together, he knew the man too well, especially his temper and strength. There was no doubt in his mind, he knew Vegeta probably got even stronger since he left them. He was just an ant compared to the elite saiyan. And yet, the earthlings were going to revive Kakarot. As if a third-class saiyan with a measly power level could grow strong as if not stronger than an elite!

"Idiots, they'll be killed in five minutes..." He spoke quietly as he tore the tiger's leg and started to eat. "They'll revive Kakarot only to let him die twice, hilarious! No matter how much they try, there's no escaping death... not this time." As he swallowed the meat, Raditz knew that also included him. He might have fooled death once, but not a second time.

Only a couple minutes later and all that remained of the tiger were its bones. The fire was put out and the saiyan dragged his injured body towards the cave. He was about to enter and take some rest when the ground under his boots started to shake. It was a very strong tremor, too much for the man in his state to handle. He needed to grab hold of something but he couldn't. Raditz was able to hear and see something falling from above. His left eye was wide open when he saw rocks falling down. The saiyan gritted his teeth and in the last second jumped away.

He landed with his back against the ground and cried out. His body was too fragile at the moment and even something so simple as this hurt. He cursed loudly while the pebbles hit his face and body. The tremor lasted for several minutes. Once it was over and the dust settled down, the saiyan slowly forced himself on his feet. He breathed laboriously as he looked forward, in cave's way.

The entrance to the cave was blocked by the rocks. He approached it and started to toss the boulders away. Even though his armor was broken, he still needed something to wear and his scouter was there. Slowly, he made way until the rocks collapsed, almost crushing him. Raditz released a loud snarl and punched the ground. He once again reached forward and just when he removed a rock, he saw something. His attention was caught by a shiny orange ball with red stars engraved in it.