Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z, Akira Toriyama does and created it. My fancharacter Tomic, and any others not part of the series belong to me. This story means no harm to the anime or manga
Second Chances for Raditz and Goku 8
By Trynia Merin
Beta'd by Sarah Slutz 1/30/2008
Realizing he had just admitted something to the newcomer, Goku struggled with if he should tell him. Somehow something deep compelled him to babble out the truth. It wouldn't help this 'Raditz' anyhow because he could always leave out the part about Bulma's Dragon Radar. Also, they had recently used the Dragon Balls, and they would be no good anyhow.
"Um, I don't know if I should tell you well they're a way of making special wishes. But they're hard to find, and once that wish is made, then they can't do it again for another year," Goku explained.
"Can the dead be brought back to life?" Raditz asked, very intrigued. Perhaps the Prince would enjoy hearing of such possibilities. If Kakkarot was really telling the truth, it was a good thing that he spared his brother. Such dragon balls could help them achieve their goal. Goku had become far more valuable then he realized. As had Chikyuu.
"Yes, actually. But why do you want to know?" Goku asked, hoping he would not come to regret divulging the secret. If Raditz had to be taken down, Goku would assume full responsibility for the mistake.
"My people, our people, were slaughtered several years ago by a tyrant named Freeza. He's the reason we hunt…" Raditz explained.
"What do you hunt for?" Goku wondered, widening his eyes.
"Brother, Saiyans are mercenaries for hire. Till recently we would attack planets and clear them of life for high paying customers," stated Raditz curtly. He could already imagine his innocent younger brother's reaction to these news, but it couldn't be helped. Besides, who cared what the fool thought of their profession?
"You.…What?" Goku stammered, revulsion filling his face. He backed away from Raditz as if the alien had a horrible infectious disease.
"It might seem savage to you, but the Tsurujin family are far more powerful than us and we were forced," Raditz explicated gruffly. Only one of our race could stand against him. Though he slew Freeza, now the threat to our people is even greater. Others of Freeza's clan threaten to wipe out what little remains of the Saiyan race. Our mother was killed in the explosion that claimed Vegetasei. And the second attack was caused by this 'hero' we thought we could trust."
"Wow, who was that?" Goku asked, his attention fully focused on his brother's tale.
"Brolli, the master of all Saiyans. But he is not our rightful ruler. Our King was slain by Freeza. Father tried to stop him, but barely escaped with his life. Many of us escaped the explosion and found a new home world, however, where we settled, ruled by Brolli, son of Lord Paragus. He was Regent, till our Prince Vegeta came of age to rule. However, the Cold family took Vegeta captive and he was imprisoned. Leaving Brolli to claim leadership. Unfortunately, he's gone mad…"
"Wait a minute, your king was killed by Freeza? And he had a son?"
"Do pay attention, Kakkarot," mumbled Raditz, noticing his brother wincing at the use of his original name.
"Okay, go on. Sorry," he apologized.
"Brolli has achieved great power. Once every thousand years one Saiyan achieves the Legendary status. He becomes a true Super Saiyan, and his power is far in excess of all others. He is either a great hero, or the destroyer of our race. Brolli is a brute, unable to rationally control his powers. That is why those loyal to Prince Vegeta sought to find him and overthrow the madman. Except, to do that we had to take one last purging job," Raditz told him.
"Man, that's awful. But that doesn't justify slaughtering innocent people, Raditz," said Goku angrily.
"Don't judge me so hastily. You were sent here to do the same thing. You would have if not for the injury that damaged your brain. You will not be asked to do such things after our Prince gains his true power," reassured Raditz.
"Where is this… Prince of all… whoever… now?"
"Prince of All Saiyans, fool! He is on his way here, with the remainder of our party. Four of us went to retrieve him from the Mantissans. Sub commander Nappa, his mate Cabernet, myself and Tomic. During this mission, Cabernet was slain because we were betrayed. We had found the Prince, but we had to pay a terrible price," said Raditz, squeezing his eyes shut.
"He's coming HERE?" Goku yelped.
"This planet is in peril. All worlds are if Brolli is not defeated. And even after he is gone, there are still Freeza's siblings. So even if you could defend this world, it would be taken. Only by standing with us can you hope to save your… friends, don't you see?" Raditz asked, piercing the slighter Saiyan with his intense gaze.
"You're asking ME to join you?" Goku blinked. "Wait a minute! My home's HERE! And if this Prince is coming… what's to stop him from taking over just like Piccolo if you guys conquer planets?"
"Our Prince is young and needs guidance. Nappa and I were responsible for educating him after he was revived. Now that our second home world is in ashes, there are precious few of us left, brother. The Saiyan no Ouji needs a base of operation to train and fight Brolli, and he also needs a mate. He hopes to find both on Chikyuu."
"On CHIKYUU? But he can't take it over! Can't he just… find somewhere else, or maybe… maybe he could just TRAIN here with me and you, and then leave when he's done?"
"Perhaps. But you'll have a hell of a time convincing him that, brother," Raditz sighed.
"And besides, Piccolo's the threat now. How long till the Prince gets here?" asked inquired Goku with those big eyes of his.
"The prince could brush Piccolo aside like an astro flea. He's a hundred times stronger then me. And Nappa is twenty times my strength. I'm considered a third class warrior for all my power-level here," Raditz grunted.
"You're kidding! You're the strongest person I've ever sensed! Even Piccolo wouldn't stand against you," Goku muttered. "That's why if you enter the tournament you could stop him, if I can't."
"Why do you trust me so much? You know I could easily take you by force with me," the older warrior snorted.
"I hope you won't. Because you're still a good person, under all that fighting and killing. You're not truly evil. Or else I would have sensed it," Goku voiced, grinning vacuously.
"You can't be serious! You're an idiot!" Raditz threw back his head and laughed.
'You saved my life, remember? You could have killed me, but you didn't," Goku persisted.
"That means nothing, Kakkarot. You're my brother and you have a purpose. But if you cross me, you could easily be replaced," mumbled Raditz. "You have no idea what you're dealing with."
"I think I do. Maybe you and I should go to a place where we can train," Goku suggested. "I want to show you where I grew up. And then maybe you can tell me more about what I am dealing with?"
"Fine, you asked for it," spat Raditz.
"I'll help you if you help me, Raditz. A deal is a deal. I'll teach you to sense ki, and you teach me to move faster," he exclaimed. Goku glanced at his yellow Nimbus cloud slowly that drifted along, as if waiting. He leaped on top of it, slowly levitating up.
"Follow me then, OK?" Goku prompted.
"Can't you fly yourself without that THING?" Raditz snorted.
"It's a Flying Nimbus, and I ride it because well, it's easier to save my ki for fighting," Goku shrugged. "C'mon, I'll race you."
"What have I gotten myself into?" Raditz groaned. He knew he needed help finding Tomic if his scouter was unable to locate her. While it would be easier to blast down all the cities in his search, he felt a sudden reluctance to do so, lest he accidentally hurt Tomic. She was a Saiyan, impervious to most harm, but if what he suspected were true, perhaps relying on his scouter could get him into trouble. Besides, he had to play along with Kakkarot to gain his trust. Perhaps then he could persuade his brother to join him in space. The sentimental fool would help anyone if given enough persuasion. He was putty in Raditz hands.
"I'll humor you, little brother, playing the benevolent protector. However, when we're done, you're coming along with me. Or else your friends will suffer," Raditz vowed.
Fifteen minutes later, the two Saiyans arrived at the house of Goku's grandfather Gohan. Goku called instructions to his brother in front of the small pagoda, to train him how to sense ki, which proved to be more difficult then he imagined. It was only an hour after they had first met, and Goku was healed almost completely. He figured it was a good remote place to train Raditz, far from any people who might be in the way.
"I feel ridiculous!" Raditz complained, as Goku tied a blindfold around his eyes.Having shucked his armor, Raditz mumbled as he struggled not to bump into the trees around him.
"Ah, it's the only way. That's how Mr. Popo trained me, so that's what you gotta put up with!" Goku laughed. Raditz flailed his hands before him, his spiky hair spilling around the blindfold. Goku couldn't resist poking fun at the ruthless Saiyan warrior struggling to sense where he was located.
"I can still SMELL you, brother," he snorted.
"That's cheating! You gotta find me sensing my ki. It's hide and seek," Goku laughed, his high pitched voice driving Raditz up the wall.
"Foolish games. I can track anything with my eyes closed!" Raditz laughed.
"Prove it then," Goku taunted, levitating out of the way. He stood cautiously still, focusing his own mind to damp down his own life force. Years of training had prepared him to be a good fighter, but trying to teach those skills to another was a challenge that he had never faced.
Raditz grumbled. He had always been the butt of jokes, since he was a whelp. They called him wimp and weakling, and thus he was relegated to disastrous ruin. Not till he had kicked serious butt in during a training fight did someone, namely Nappa, take notice of him. Taking the elder son of Bardock and shaping him into a warrior had been the Prince's guardian's. Although not the brightest bulb, Nappa had good warrior reflexes and abilities to teach his skills. Eventually he shaped Raditz into a worthy third-class warrior.
Now his own brother was struggling to teach him something new. Narrowing his focus, he sought the life force of his brother. "Hear with your WHOLE body," Goku urged. "Not just your smell, hearing and all that stuff. Use your senses together. Just see the light from my body."
"Ridiculous, but I accept your challenge," Raditz chuckled.
As the Saiyan pursued his brother, four figures slowly descended to watch. Using their own abilities, the fellow Z fighters Krillin, Yamcha, Tien and Chiaotzu had arrived to check up on Goku. Ever since they had sensed Goku's ki petering out, they decided it was a good idea to see if he needed help against the huge threat. Tien had perceived the location of the energies of two powerful forces. Chiaotzu had picked up thoughts from a mind filled with hostility and determination of purpose. Burning hatred masked a concerned spirit tortured by years of domination. He needed to prove himself greater than the role nature had placed him in.
"Who is THAT?" Krillin shivered, sitting on the top of a nearby rock. Yamcha rumbled, glancing at Goku's games.
"His ki feels just like Goku's life force," Tien commented, sitting in a lotus position. He hovered in midair, while Chiaotzu did the same. Like unlikely brothers, the two focused their own perceptions to discern the alien's intent.
"Man he looks far tougher than most fighters I've seen. He's a monster," whispered Yamcha. Something inside him felt simultaneously sick and excited.
"He feels like Goku, but his mind is clouded by rage," Chiaotzu shivered.
"Like Goku?" Tien telepathed back.
"Yes. I sense there is good buried deep down. But it hides behind the rage of a warrior."
"I hear voices!" Raditz cried out.
"Don't let yourself be distracted by outside noises!" Goku taunted. Every word of instruction Mr. Popo had given him echoed through his mouth now when dealing with his brother.
Chiautzu used the time to quietly listen to the alien's thoughts while Yamcha and the others analyzed his fluid movements. They were predatory like a great cat's. Of the four, Yamcha's style seemed the most similar. Raditz moved with a grace that belied his bulk yet he stumbled much, like an astronaut trying to walk on the moon.
"He's not from this world. Or at least from a world like ours. Look at how clumsy he moves sometimes, like he's used to stomping," Krillin mumbled.
"Why does he keep that tail wrapped around his waist?" wondered Tien.
"If he's like Goku, it's better not to let someone grab it," said Yamcha knowingly. "Man, I would hate to see him change during a full moon."
"You never did tell, Goku did you?" Krillin asked.
"It would break his heart, Bulma said," Yamcha shushed him, clapping a hand over his mouth. "Cause he'd start asking all sorts of questions, and then you know..."
"Sorry, me and my big mouth," Krillin apologized. "Sheesh!"
"I have you NOW!" Raditz laughed, pouncing on top of Goku. Suddenly Goku felt himself pinned by the bulk of his brother. He flipped over, rolling Raditz under him so he could restrain him, then throw the Saiyan over his head. Yelling, Raditz went flying straight into the cliff where the four Z warriors sat. All he heard was the sound of four voices yelling 'gangway' or 'watch out'. For a split second, he'd sensed four sparks of energy far less powerful than Goku's.
Goku moved silently using bukujutsu. He'd taken off his weighted boots and vest to reduce any sounds he would make while moving. Raditz twisted around to land on booted feet, his hands out-stretched. On one foot with the other pointed toward the ground he took up his stance, remaining still as a statue. Goku saw the great muscles tense in anticipation. Raditz moved painstakingly slow then vanished from view in a blink of an eye. Goku forced his perceptions to the limit, struggling to track where his ki was. It dawned on him it was much like the afterimage technique, so he barely managed to slam his fist into Raditz' punch just in time. Dropping, he kicked Raditz' feet from under him, knocking him off balance. However, his brother rolled back, landing in a squat before sweeping his own leg out at blinding speed.
"You're pushing your luck, baby brother," Raditz laughed, swiping out his tail and latching it around Goku's leg. Yelping, Goku landed headlong on his face. He felt Raditz' knee pin him down, and groaned.
"Goku!" gasped Yamcha. Tien clapped a hand over his mouth.
"No, wait," Tien cautioned him. "Goku's got it under control. Look!"
Forcefully, Goku struggled against his brother's knee. Face flaring red with effort, Goku thrust up with his arms, knocking Raditz off him. Again, the alien had underestimated the effects of minimal gravity. He flew in the direction of the rock wall, crashing into it, and sending the other four Z warriors flying. Tien and Chiaotzu simply levitated up while Krillin and Yamcha tumbled harmlessly to the side.
"HYAAAH!" Raditz snarled, raising his hand. "Saturday CRUSH!"
Goku barely dodged the purple sphere that hurtled straight at him. It was far less intense than the other attack had been. He deflected it all the same, just to be on the safe side. Yamcha yelped, suddenly dodging as it hurled his way.
Krillin raised his hand, shouting, "Kienzan!" hurling his own energy attack to dissipate it. Fortunately it was enough to cancel the sphere, generating a blinding flash like a solar flare.
"Who, what was that?" Raditz gasped, sitting upright. He had sensed the flair in battle power. "Four other warriors of impressive energy!"
"You did it!" Goku laughed, jumping up and down. He rushed to Raditz' side and tugged the blindfold off, slugging his brother on the back.
"I... did?" he asked, glancing around at the four warriors arranged in a semicircle around him. Two were the ones that Tomic's scouter had picked up; a tall muscled figure with a scarred visage like his father, and a bald short one, his head as bare as Nappa's. He had generated the energy disk. Levitating nearby, a pale faced youth vibrated with mental energies, pushing back with a TK field that was palpable. Fist glowing, a three eyed warrior his own height trained his full might on Raditz.
"Who is this, Goku?" questioned Tien.
"My brother, Raditz," Goku informed them cheerfully. "Say hi to my friends. These are Chikyuu's Special Forces. That's Tien, the little guy is Chiaotzu, and then those two are my best friends Krillin and Yamcha."
"You... I saw you on my mate's scouter! She saved you two," Raditz exclaimed.
"YIKES you know us? How?" asked Krillin, generating another disk. He hurled it before anyone could stop him. Raditz caught the disk, looking at it appreciatively.
"This is amazing for such primitive beings! Never have I seen an attack quite like this one, small one. You're quite adept even if your power level is low," Raditz commented, tossing it back. "Can you control it?"
"Yeah but who are you calling weak? I'm small but I pack a punch!" Krillin snapped. He dispelled his Kienzan easily.
"Easy, I mean you no harm," Raditz placated quietly. "If you are my brother's friends I will not attack you. Besides, it seems I may have underestimated your strength."
"You got that right, pal!" Yamcha said angrily. "You'd better not try any funny stuff 'cause we'll all take you out!"
"Of THAT I have no doubt," Raditz blinked, feeling the flaring of four energies far greater than he'd anticipated.
"How did you know who we were?" Yamcha inquired again, his fists held up in defense.
"This," Raditz told them, tapping something at his hip. "It's a trans galactic communicator. It also senses what you Chikyuujins call 'ki'."
"Really? Just like Bulma's toy!" put in Krillin.
"You have seen one like this? Where?" Raditz asked, jumping up.
"Whoa, easy there now!" said Goku, grabbing his brother's arm. Tien and the others generated spheres of energy or respective attacks. Abruptly Raditz felt force fields smash him backward as the small white skinned being threw his hands forward.
"Don't make any hasty moves," Tien warned. "My buddy Chiaotzu can push back whatever you can throw."
"A telekinetic? I hadn't realized the Chikyuujins had advanced mental capacities," murmured Raditz softly. He placed the scouter on, and pressed buttons to take their readings. His eyes flared wide with shock. His scouter bleeped urgently, showing a high combined scale. To his shock, he realized the warriors of this world could suppress their true ki. He would have to be careful not to underestimate them. Joining their forces together they were slightly higher than his own power of two thousand. Goku was not joking when he boasted he could take Raditz out. Raditz saw this was indeed true.
"You can't rely on that thing," Goku alleged seriously. "Our true powers are hidden. You'd best throw it away."
"My scouter?" wondered Raditz, pulling it off.
"Can I um... look at that?" Krillin asked. "I mean Bulma has hers, and well..."
"Catch, Baldie," offered the Saiya-jin, throwing it. The former monk easily flashed out his hand and plucked it out of the air. Raditz could still feel Chiaotzu's TK field pushing him back as if he were experiencing full gravity. While he knew it was for defense, he still wondered what the little guys' capabilities were. The fact that a diminutive being could hold a Saiyan was disturbing.
"Thanks. Wow, it's just like Bulma's. You say it's a radio that tunes in outer space stuff, huh?" Krillin piped up, glancing at the flickering readings. "How do I get it to sense ki?"
"Be very careful with that. It's highly delicate. And you don't want to hit transmit. Unless you want every word heard by someone else," cautioned the sergeant.
"I thought you were recording everything," Goku blinked.
"Only when I chose to, brother," said Raditz. Krillin pulled off the scouter and tossed it back to Raditz. The Saiyan folded it carefully and adhered it to his waist. He reached down and picked up his armor, hefting it over his head to place it on. Wearing the gold shoulder guards, he looked far more terrifying. Yet he was only a bit taller then Tienshinhan.
"Um no offense, but even though Chiaotzu's holding him, why should we trust him?" asked Tien.
"Good question. What's to stop this space monkey from taking us to the cleaners?" Krillin inquired in turn.
"Space monkey? How silly," Raditz threw back his head and laughed a bit harshly. He would have to be careful because Goku's friends were far more suspicious and thus more dangerous.
"Well you have a tail like one!" Krillin pointed out, resting his hands on his hips. "And you are pretty powerful. You gotta admit you're threatening as it is!"
"You did blow up those soldiers," Goku said.
"WAIT! He did THAT?" asked Yamcha. "Wait, this guy is bad news!"
"So is Piccolo," interjected Tien. "Are you going to try and conquer Chikyuu?"
"No," Raditz affirmed. "I only want my mate back, and to teach my brother here about his Saiyan heritage."
"What's a Saiyan?" asked Krillin, his tone full of curiosity.
"A space monkey?" Yamcha shrugged.
"Correct, though rather crude," Raditz replied. "Now if you don't mind, I would prefer that TK field to be removed."
"Sorry, but we don't trust you," declared Tien, frowning disapprovingly.
"You are wise," rejoined the Saiyan, smirking. "So, brother, I see your friends are not as foolish as you."
"What does THAT mean?" Krillin grunted, furrowing his dark brows at Raditz.
"Means he's being realistic," said Tien. "Chiaotzu?"
"He cannot hurt us if we all strike together," his friend's voice echoed in his mind. "I will release him, but be wary. I can sense if he's going to attack or not."
"Okay, let him go, Chiaotzu. But all three of my eyes are on you, pal," Tien notified, glaring at Goku's brother. His own instincts screamed danger.
"Man, you should get some different threads. That armor creeps me out," cut in Yamcha. "No offense."
"Threads?" Raditz asked, his expression befuddled.
"Clothes, man," explained Krillin, a little chuckle escaping him. "Oh boy have you got a lot to learn. Why ARE you here anyway?"
Almost sighing, Raditz answered, "I told you, Baldie."
"Your mate? You mean that other space monkey is your girlfriend?" Yamcha laughed. "Oh no wonder! And seriously, Goku's your brother?"
"I ALWAYS thought something about you was weird, but you're from outer space, Goku?" Krillin blinked. "No wonder."
"Yeah, it explains a lot," spoke Tien.
"But are you going to help us fight Ma-junior or what?" asked Yamcha. "He has BOTH our girls."
"You are the mate of the blue haired woman?" inquired Raditz, intrigued.
"Um, well we're not... like THAT," stammered Yamcha, blushing profusely as everyone laughed.
"So you're courting, I see," Raditz said.
"Um I'm not even gonna ask!" Krillin groaned.
"I guess we're going steady, if that's what you mean," muttered Yamcha. "But you say mate, as in marriage?"
"If it's like Kakkarot and his mate, yes," said Raditz.
"Um, he does mean that," Goku nodded.
"Ah. She is a lovely female. You are fortunate," Raditz told Yamcha, smirking slightly.
"How did you know?"
Raditz tapped the scouter. "Everything Tomic recorded was broad casted to me. I knew where she was, till I was interrupted. And my scouter cannot locate her or the Namekian."
"Namekia... who?" Krillin scratched his head. "That's what Tomic called Piccolo."
"He's an alien from the planet Namek. Apparently, he was just as shocked to hear that as you," said Raditz.
"Wow, that explains a lot too," Goku stated. "So Piccolo and I are from outer space! Wow."
"Your powers are so out of this world, it explains a whole lot," put in Tien. "If I had known..."
"Would it have mattered, Tien?" asked Chiaotzu.
"Can you sense my mate's thoughts, ESPER?" Raditz directed the question to the small telepath.
"What's an esper?" both former Crane Hermit students wondered, staring at the alien.
"A term for those with TK and psychic abilities. That being is quite advanced, but lacks the full power of a Saiyan esper. But his TK abilities are worth that of a third class," The Saiyan clarified. "In fact all of you have appreciable levels, comparable with beginning Saiyan warriors. It would be interesting to train you."
"You train US to fight like space monkeys, come on!" Yamcha laughed.
"Don't laugh, Tomic did move awfully fast. And she blew up that Red Ribbon army patrol with one blast," breathed the short human.
"Can you show my friends how you move so fast?" Goku asked. "Since I showed you ki sensing?"
"How long till the tournament?" questioned Raditz.
"Two days," said Krillin.
"There is much to learn in that time, but if you're seasoned warriors, perhaps I can teach you the principles. If you show me that flying disk," Raditz offered.
"Okay, you got a deal," affirmed Krillin. "If you show me how to move quickly."
"I could show you my Wolf's fang fist," Yamcha put in.
"Give me a break!" groaned Tien.
"Hey, it's not so bad!" the former desert bandit glared at him.
"I'm intrigued," Raditz smirked. "Show me this 'Wolf's Fang Fist', and this 'Kienzan'."
"How about your Dodonpa?" Yamcha directed at Tenshin-han.
"Sorry, that's a trade secret," Tien shook his head. "But you already can throw ki. Why do you need us?"
"I can throw ki, but not to the extent that you can finely maneuver it. Your powers are low but your manipulation is far superior to my own. There is much we can learn from each other," Raditz declared, crossing his arms.
"That Saturday Crush was very similar to the Sodekan," Yamcha agreed.
"And that attack of yours Raditz, was like a Kamehameha," said Goku.
"Fine then, let the exchange begin," Raditz cracked his knuckles.
"If you're going to fight with us, you have to look the part," Goku spoke, pulling a bundle out of his bag leaning against his grandfather's cabin. He threw a red fighting outfit at Raditz. "So you can blend in with the rest of us."
"Fine, I'll wear the flimsy clothing if it will help find Tomic. But I'll wear my own armor in the competition," he stated.
"That might not be wise. Piccolo will be onto you like that," said Yamcha, snapping his fingers.
"Fine then, idiots," Raditz mumbled. He shed his armor and grabbed the fighting clothes Goku had thrown at him. Minutes later, he returned from the inside of the cabin wearing Goku's spare gi, which stretched a bit tightly over him. Everyone was rather impressed with the change.
"You look almost normal," teased Yamcha. "But the hair, you might wanna throw it back."
"The things I do for my mate," grumbled Raditz. Yamcha moved behind him and tied his huge mane back into a long ponytail that cascaded down his back. Without the armor and scouter, Raditz did look almost human. A lot less threatening, at least. On the back of his borrowed gi, the round Kamesennen patch was half-hidden by his hair. He passed up wearing China flats like Krillin and Yamcha did, keeping his boots though, and the gauntlets from his armor. Besides, no shoes immediately available would fit his massive feet, they all realized.
"Now, let's begin," Raditz said. "If you would tell me what the best way to do this is..."
"Hyper speed first," Yamcha interrupted. "Wolf's fang fist and Kienzan later."
"Fair enough. Let's see what you're made of," Raditz said, circling as Yamcha moved up. The others moved back to watch. Goku and Krillin paired off to spar, trying to mimic the movements of the others. Soon it became apparent to Raditz how fragile the humans were, and he knew he had to hold back lest he broke their bones.
