Age 761
After the King Piccolo situation had been dealt with, there was a very lengthy period of peace over the earth. But Kakarot did not slack in his training, he worked tirelessly at perfecting his physical and mystical abilities since he was given the role of Earth's guardian. He was a man grown now, standing at just 6 feet, his body marked by strong muscle, his chubby child-like face now the handsome mask of a man.
His outfit had changed little over the years, still a sleeveless white top with the Kami kanji over it, a jet black weighted shirt beneath that. He had a black sash around his waist and was wearing dark blue trousers and shin-high weighted black boots. He wore a weighted blue cloak on occasion too, but usually when wind became too much of a hassle he just went without it.
In the dawn's pale light, always a beautiful sight to see the sun gracing the earth even if he saw it every day, Kakarot strolled from the main tower with his staff in hand "Hrm...All seems well." he glanced to Popo "Did you sense anything at all Mr. Popo?" he asked.
The dark skinned genie shook his head slowly "I'm afraid not...Well, not afraid. Not sensing anything is usually a good sign." he said with a casual shrug of his shoulders. "Though those human martial artists have grown a little stronger from yesterday." he added. Kakarot and Popo had watched the progress of the human warriors with keen interest. If a threat were to ever come to Earth, Kakarot would personally invite them to train with him on the Lookout.
Suddenly, the Saiyan's eyes widened, and he frantically searched the heavens "Popo, did you feel that?!" he called out "A huge power just entered the planet's atmosphere...it's even stronger than me!" he grunted, clenching his fists.
Popo seemed to tremble slightly as he sensed the large ki entering Earth's atmosphere "W-well what should we do?" the genie asked.
Whoever this individual was, they were still marginally weaker than Kami was after his fusion. Then again,Kakarot had seen no trace of his mentor and father after his fusion...it was as if he had left the planet itself. "Well they've done nothing wrong thus far. If the alien proves evil, then I will intervene." Kakarot remarked. Still there was something eerily...familiar about this new ki.
Inside the Capsule Corporation headquarters there was a large training chamber that had been built for the private training of earth's martial arists. The walls were made up of small blue tiles while the floor and ceiling consisted of tiles which were white in shade. Thus far it was mainly used for the highly durable walls which could withstand the force of the warriors training, though was currently working on a special gravity function.
They had used this chamber for the past few years now, Tien, Yamcha and Krillin...Chiaotzu had just seemed to vanish after Tien rejected the Crane hermit as a mentor...No matter how hard he searched, Tien never found his old friend.
Yamcha, his long black hair tied back in a ponytail and clad in a white tank top over the orange turtle school trousers, threw a strong punch at Tien who was clad in his normal Crane school gi. The triclops casually blocked the strike, then backflipped over Krillin who had attempted to slide-tackle Tien from behind. The bald monk, as always, was dressed in his typical Turtle school gi.
Krillin and Yamcha both yelled and lunged forth in unison, hammering punched and kicks toward Tien who was deflecting and swerving around their various blows. However the two turtle students managed to get the advantage by striking both their fists forth at the same time, smashing Tien in the nose and sending him skidding backward.
Yamcha fired off a blue ki ball which exploded behind Tien and launched him forth. Taking an advantage of the situation, Krillin lunged forth and swung a kick at Tien's chin which caused him to spin upward. Tien gave a pained grunt, but quickly caught Krillin's leg. He swung the bald monk and then flung him at Yamcha, smashing them into each other and leaving them sprawled out on the ground.
"Phew...You're getting faster, but I'm still on top." Tien remarked, placing his hands on his hips. He'd proved as much at the last world tournament.
It was at that moment that the main door to the training chamber opened. Bulma stepped in, a small stub of a cigarette between the short-haired young woman's fingers "Hey guys, Gohan, Launch and Roshi are here. C'mon, quit dicking around you'll miss out on the fun." the scientist remarked.
"Eh? Boy that was quick. Okay Bulma, we'll be right there." Yamcha said, rubbing the small bump on his head his collision with Krillin had left. Yamcha and Bulma had broken up on good terms some time ago, because Yamcha's newfound commitment to his training had left the two spending less and less time ago. Bulma respected his reasons of course, seeing beasts like King Piccolo made her aware of the kinds of threats that would always befall Earth.
The trio of warriors quickly towelled off and dashed to the lounge of the Capsule Corp HQ where they found Bulma's mother serving drinks to Gohan, Roshi and his turtle. They could see the Blonde Launch and Yamcha's trusty sidekick Puar looking out the window at the city streets below. Oolong slowly entered through another door, munching on a piece of pie he'd snagged from the kitchen. "Ah, there you boys are!" Gohan greeted, waving to the group.
"Tien!" Launch called out, pulling the tall triclops in and hugging him tight. In Chiaotzu's absence, the schizophrenic outlaw had worked her way into the void. Tien was of course, awkward in romantic situations at best, so he simply wrapped an arm around the shorter woman's waist and tried to look stoic as his skin turned red.
Yamcha gave Puar a small pat on his head and then walked to Gohan, respectfully bowing to the man who turned him from his life of crime "So good to see you again Master. And you too Master Roshi." he said, giving the perverted Turtle Hermit a small bow too.
Gohan gave a nervous laugh and shook his head "Now now, I'm not your master anymore. You proved as much in the quarter-finals of the last tournament." the old man remarked, sipping the orange juice Mrs. Briefs had handed him. While Yamcha had beaten him, he went on to lose against Krillin who was in turn narrowly bested by Tien.
Yamcha was about to protest, before something caught his attention "T-tell me you guys sensed that too..." the former bandit asked, glancing over to Tien and Krillin who were both gazing to the heavens with shock written on their faces. Bulma, Launch and the two shapeshifters glanced about curiously, wondering what was going on, while the two old masters seemed to finally detect the inhuman power closing in on the city, closing in on the Z-warriors.
"C'mon, we're heading out front!" Krillin said, pushing open a window and floating out of it, landing on the green grass lawn which surrounded the dome of the Capsule Corp headquarters. Tien and Yamcha were swift to follow after, while Gohan and Roshi watched from the windows alongside the non-warriors.
From the sky, a tall figure descended. His skin was tan, his body was marked by well-built muscles, his spiky black hair was so absurdly long that it reached his waist. He was dressed in strange black and brown armour with shoulder pads and pants on his belt. His shin boots and fingerless gauntlets completed the ensemble. In addition he had a strange lens-like device covering one eye, which beeped at random.
"Hmph. Three high power levels and none of them are Kakarot. That little half-wit hasn't even destroyed the cities." the stranger grunted. The name 'Kakarot' caused them all to tense. How did this strange long-haired man know the Guardian's pupil?
"Who are you?" Tien asked, quickly entering into a Crane stance. The alien seemed unimpressed and clicked the devide on his ear.
"Not that I'm obliged to answer the questions of a lower lifeform, but I suppose you deserve to know the identity of your executioner. I'm Raditz, a Saiyan conqueror." he remarked. He gave a small hum once the device on the side of his face ceased it's beeping "Hrmph. Three-eyes has a power level of 810. Scar-face has a power level of 728. And Baldy has a power level 793. I suppose you 3 could have killed Kakarot before he finished his mission to wipe out the human race, but you won't find killing me even remotely possible." he remarked cockily.
Krillin gave a grunt and entered his Turtle School stance "How do you know Kakarot? He's this planet's guardian, he wouldn't try and harm our race!"
The news was like a slap in the face to Raditz...his own brother had gone native, and done the exact opposite of his mission's goals?! That numbskull! "Grr...Fine. I suppose I'll have to beat some sense into my little brother." he grunted, folding his arms over his wide chest.
Kakarot's brother...The news caused the trio of martial artists to tense up. They knew there was something strange about that boy who beat King Piccolo, but the fact that he was the sibling of an alien despot...Shocking to say the least.
Suddenly Raditz vanished from sight and was suddenly behind Krillin and Yamcha, his elbows burying in between their shoulder blades and knocking them forward. the duo stumbled but quickly turned to face Raditz and then lunged at him. They threw themselves at the Saiyan warriors, throwing their punches as fast as they could, yet they couldn't get through the Saiyan's defences.
One arm shot forth, and Raditz' palm smashed Krillin's brow, sending him sailing back a few metres. He went to uppercut Yamcha, but the bandit ducked at the last nanosecond and swung a foot up, nailing his foe in the solar plexus and sending him skidding back a few metres.
"We need to get him from the city." Tien grunted, cracking his knuckles. He lunged forth at Raditz, who shot both hands forth to strike. Tien caught his fists and swung the Saiyan warrior into the air, delivering a powerful telekinetic strike which sent Raditz spiralling in an arc through the sky "Come on, follow me!" Tien yelled, looking to Krillin and Yamcha.
Atop the Lookout, Kakarot's eyes had widened in shock. He had used his ki senses to detect everything going on down there as best he could, and once he got a good lock on the location he used his telepathy to figure out what was actually being said.
The news was shocking to say the least.
Not the planet-conquering Saiyan thing, Kakarot knew that his whole life. The Attack Ball had programmed that into his brain during his flight and even told hi of his mission. But Kami's teachings were what steered him away from a destructive, monstrous life of violence and villainy. The real shock was the existence of an older brother. The Attack Ball had omitted any information regarding Kakarot's family tree...
He eyed the battle with his supernatural ki sensing prowess, seeing how the trio had all went at Raditz attempting to push the long-haired Saiyan out of West City. Oh they were strong, oh they were very valiant...They even landed some clean hits on Raditz and managed to push him from the city...But the damage was superficial and Raditz was growing angrier and angrier with the defiance of the 'lower lifeforms' as he called them. He'd lash out soon enough.
"Once this...Raditz stops holding back, he'll slaughter them. If even one of the trio goes down, the other two are as good as dead." Kakarot remarked aloud, tossing his blue cape to one side, which his the Lookout's tiled floor with a heavy *thud*
"Mister Popo, I need you to get your magic carpet." the spiky-haired young man said as he removed his white top and then threw his weighted black undershirt behind him "I'm intervening." he added as he pulled his white Kami top back on and adjusted the belt. Popo gave a nod and dashed into the palace to retreve the red fabric ball that would turn into his magic carpet.
He just hoped he wouldn't be too late.
Raditz's fist struck Yamcha in the gut like a battering ram, sucking the wind from the former bandit's lungs. The force of the strike sent Yamcha soaring into the grassy field at the roadside, hitting the earth hard enough to leave a crater beneath his body. A pained groan escaped his lips, and he struggled to get up "He hits like a truck..."
Tien swung his knee into Raditz' kidney, causing him to howl as the force sent small cracks up his armour. He gave an engraged snarl and lashed his tail from around his waist, the furry appendage smashing Tien in the jaw and sending him spinning. Krillin flew down, trying to drop-kick the invader, who effortlessly dodged the incoming strike. He clamped both his hands together above his head and the swung down, clocking Krillin in the back of the head and sending him soaring into a large boulder on the grassy ground which exploded to dust on impact.
Raditz' beeped to life and he spun quickly to dodge a narrow yellow ki beam. Tien's dodonpa struck one of Raditz shoulderpads, shattering it off and leaving a burning gash on his shoulder, causing Raditz to snarl in pain.
Not deterred, Tien flew over and released a storm of kicks, making a few dents in his black chestplate before the Saiyan warrior caught Tien by the ankle. He yanked the triclops in and smashed his fist into his gut, leaving a dark purple bruise on his stomach. Tien cried out in pain, taking another punch to the face which broke is nose, before Raditz swung him around and threw him hard to grassy ground below them. "Bah...I'll slaughter you earth weaklings."
Just then, Raditz scouter beeped to life, and he whipped his head around to see Krillin forming a Kamehameha in his hands. His whole body was bathed in a blue light, and the force of the attack actually had Raditz slightly worried "1359...Hrmph..." he spat.
The Saiyan pulled one arm back and gave a loud yell, a crackling ball of purple energy forming in his palm "You think you can match a Saiyan warrior?! Unlikely you human trash! DIE!" he roared, shoving his arm forth and firing off a large purple ki blast, turning the once blue sky purple in colour.
"HA!" Krillin yelled, launching the powerful Kamehameha wave at Raditz, the two blasts clashing in the air and causing the ground the rumble and shake from the superhuman force. "Ngh...I'll die...before I surrender!" Krillin yelled, pulses of blue light running up the blue energy blast and pushing it up several inches.
"I wouldn't...Have it any other way!" Raditz snarled, shoving his arm forth. A massive pulse ran down the length of his ki blast, and it started to overwhelm Krillin's own. The bald monk gave a loud, futile yell as the blast enveloped him in a powerful explosion.
The dusty crater Krillin's charred corpse was left in, slowly cleared of dust and Earth's defender was indeed left dead in defence of his home.
"Krillin!" Yamcha and Tien yelled in unison, their blood boiling as they watched Raditz land on the grassy field, his arms crossed "Feh...As if there was any doubt on the outcome." the beast remarked.
Just as Tien and Yamcha were about to leap up, and Raditz was about to charge another blast, there was a small *thwip* sound. Raditz' scouter beeped to life at the new powers it detacted, and when he turned to face them his eyes widened in shock. "Kakarot..." he mumbled, seeing his spiky haired younger sibling stepping off the carpet.
Kakarot surveyed the battlefield, saw the wounds on Tien on Yamcha, and then saw Krillin's scorched body in a crater. He glanced to Raditz and clenched both his fists "Brother or not...I'm Guardian of this planet, and I won't stand for your wanton disregard of it's people!" Kakarot yelled, his blue aura flaring up and cracking the earth slightly beneath his feet.
A/N: Next time, a battle of brothers. Will Kakarot and Raditz be able to reconcile their differences? And what will become of Krillin now that he's down?
Power Levels:
-Kakarot: 1085
-Raditz: 1200
-Raditz (Slightly wounded and fatigued): 1172
-Tien: 810
-Yamcha: 728
-Krillin: 793
-Krillin's Kamehameha wave: 1359
-Raditz' Single Sunday: 1470
In regards to Mister Popo's power level...In all honesty I'm not sure. He's at least past the 400 region, though I'm unsure whether or not his battle against Goten and Trunks was canon or filler. And if it is canon, then it raises way too many questions... Ah well, Popo's not gonna be in many fights so don't worry too much about it.