Welcome back, Raditz!
Chapter: 10- Giji
AN: First off, I'm glad this fic didn't suck as much as I thought it totally would. As you all can see, from the title of this chapter is giji, which means false super saiyan. I fond this saiyan form thanks to a website I found, which I will post in my profile later. And no, I don't own the website.
Giji is the mid point a full blooded saiyan reaches when he is about near super saiyan.In the last chap, Vegeta launched his final flash at full power, hoping to destroy Orochi, who was temporarily in control of Raditz.
Vegeta can reach all levels now, 1, 2, and last but not least, 3. I'm kind of changing my writing style now, I'll try to put more detail in the fight scenes, (you'll see ALOT more fighting,) and get Raditz and Goten to develop some sort of friendship. (Thanks, Maria.) ONE LAST THING! I'm moving from N.C. Nooooooooooo! Heh. You guys don't care. Its only gonna be for like…1 week or something. I'm coming back. I hope…
Well, that's about it. Email me for complaints, argues, congrats, or even just to call my fic shit. Enjoy, OR I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN!
Re- did this chapter saturday, October 1st, 2005, 5:59 PM (eastern)...not anything major though...enjoy.
Raditz slowly descended, keeping a close eye on his enemy, the prince of all saiyans, Vegeta. Hovering just above the ground, dust and dirt swirled around Raditz's feet, ki propelling him. He was still wobbly, and his vision was fading. The prince's body started shaking. Vegeta's painful frown turned into an amused grin…Vegeta started slowly laughing. He shouldn't have even been able to do that. Soon, Vegeta was almost insane with laughter. Vegeta coughed out two words as his arms tiredly pushing him up from the ground into a kneeling position...
"You…fool…"
Raditz pulled his arm up and his palm opened, directed at Vegeta, he quickly channeled the ki from his body into a ball of white strength.
"That…that won't be enough…"
Orochi's (Raditz's) head snapped back now fully aware, Orochi was gaining more and more control. Whatever it was that was fighting for Raditz's body was dieing down, at least for the moment. Orochi smiled at Vegeta.
"One has no choice to admire your durability Vegeta…but there is a line between courage and ignorance…you has just now passed it."
Vegeta, even with his muscles blown past the maximum still kept laughing, he could not seem to stop, something was obviously on his mind, but he just had yet to say it. Vegeta used a wooden support beam from the remains of a house Vegeta destroyed going super saiyan 2, second grade, (like how Broly looks, except super saiyan 2 instead of one,) as a crutch to try to stand up.
"Well, there is also a line between super saiyan 2 and super saiyan 3… I have just passed that also!"
Orochi, growled. The thing that was fighting for control re-emerged. Orochi felt numerous muscle spasms all across his body. Veins stuck out on his neck and chest. Impossible amounts of rage filled him, an unusual hatred of Vegeta and memories that were not his own began popping up, of Raditz's past. Orochi grabbed Raditz's left arm, hoping to control it. Vegeta witnessed Raditz's horrible transformation that he knew all too well. Vegeta had his own transformation like that also. One time, he dreamed of his father watching him lose to Goku, shaking his head in pity and disgrace. He remembered his father crowning Goku as the "new" prince of all saiyans, and let Krillin end his life.
He saw him squirm and wreath in agony, a battle within his own body. Vegeta's muscles were still maxed out, although he had summoned the inner strength to stand up.
"I have to stop this…"
Vegeta saw debris and the remains of a capsule house's wall hanging over him. Vegeta miraculously shot a weak blast that made the debris overhanging him topple over sending dust everywhere. When it settled, Raditz was there, with a different style of hair. His once jet black, wild saiyan hair vanished and somehow reformed into a light purple and blue color. (Broly has this hair in the movie) as it seemed, this was only furthering his ascension.
Vegeta let go of the support beam and wiped the dust of off the pavement and stood up.
"That was a stupid idea…"
Anger flown over his body, Orochi no longer in control, Raditz did not seem to even recognize him.
"Attack…and win….I AM NO WEAKLING!"
Vegeta's eyes sharply opened wider. Short, rhythmic waves of ki energy burst out of Raditz's body. Vegeta saw his muscle mass increase rapidly.
"That's it, Raditz! I'm taking you down!"
Vegeta's hair flowed in the wind, and Vegeta began harnessing all of his remaining strength into his body. His hair flowed faster and faster, and Vegeta yelled a mighty saiyan roar as His hair grew spiky and golden.
"Not enough! I can do this!"
Raditz's eyes grew dull, and both pupils in his eyes disappeared. In Raditz's mind, Orochi was flung back into the dark caverns...
Raditz walked towards Vegeta, shaking the ground even more than Vegeta was trying to transform into the ultimate level of super saiyan, super saiyan 3.
Vegeta's hair grew spikier and his body shook as his ki circled his body in the form of blue electricity. The wind picked up around the two. The wind continued growing. And growinng...Vegeta's voice grew deeper, and louder, the yelling was almost as loud as the wind that was whipping past Raditz's ears, The wind continued to pick up, the earth seemed to rotate slightly, but from the dust and miscellaneous objects flying around, not a soul could tell. The rumbling continued, the whirling and whiping could be compared to a level 5 hurricane, the elctricity followed in somewhat as a pattern as well.
Raditz stopped walking and took a few steps back, blinded and shocked as buildings far away toppled and debris and remaining capsule houses were flying around Vegeta in a whirlwind of massive, titanic power, his strength tripled past his original. Remaining pedestrians held on to the slightly stronger remaining structures as best they could, as some were not as lucky.
The sky darkened and the earth's plates around Vegeta slid and ground past each other, creating an earthquake of nearly unstoppable force.
Vegeta's hair began resembling Raditz's in appearance, but golden.
At the very last moment, Vegeta's posture suddenly straightened up, and everything stopped.
In amidst the chaos, a giant plate impaled Raditz's leg, and blood tricked down from his thigh to his shin, and into a small puddle near his boot. Raditz's brain was so confused and angry, and on the verge of collapsing, pain, love, sadness, and other things, emotions and feelings did not exist to him. The only thing that existed in his knowledge now was one thing: killing his enemy.
Vegeta slowly lifted his head, revealing the cost of going SS3. His eyebrows disappeared and his eyes blazed a furious turquoise.
'You are no longer the strongest saiyan Kakkarott. If I can't have that title for myself…'
Raditz madly dashed at the Saiyan prince with all his might.
'You'll just have to share it…'
Vegeta appeared to turn transparent and appeared on a surviving piece of a capsule house's wall. Raditz slid to a halt and looked down at his thigh. The plate in it was gone, and the wound was open.
"I'd put a bandage on that before it becomes infected. Heh."
Vegeta tossed the plate at the feet of Raditz.
"ARE YOU GOING TO FIGHT OR NOT?"
Vegeta disappeared again, and Raditz looked around himself, unaware that Vegeta was charging behind him, and Vegeta slammed Raditz to the ground and shot numerous, head sized balls of ki energy at him, each making a fizzing noise as it slammed into the remains of Raditz's shredded gi. Vegeta looked at his hands, and knelt down and pressed the pavement as lightly as he could with his thumb. Vegeta left a thumb sized hole on the dusty pavement, cracking most of it.
"This level…It's so strong! No wonder Kakkarott had trouble controlling it! How long did he say he could control it? I should hurry up…"
At the same time, Raditz was barely able to slam into Vegeta, causing him to fly all the way back into the Capsule corp.'s new, state of the art tower. Vegeta crashed through Bulma's office window at the top floor. Bulma cowered under her desk and her head peeked over it, sweating. Vegeta got up with little effort, and saw her peeking up at him.
"So, how was your day?"
Bulma ducked under her desk again and gave the thumbs up sign. Two large beams shot into the office via the hole Vegeta made, he ducked the first one but was hit in the face by the next, and it managed to create a small mark on his forehead.
"Vegeta!"
Vegeta raised his head from the smoke of the furious ki ball and shot many ki blasts with his finger outside the window, unintentionally creating more holes. Outside, Raditz dodged them once, but they all came back and slammed unto his back, causing him to plummet down behind the compound smoking.
"I'm alright!"
Vegeta pushed a small amount of ki under his feet. But a small amount to a SS3 is actually a lot. Vegeta slammed through the roof of the compound, and soon regained control. Dust and concrete covered Vegeta and some of it got in his eye. Vegeta rubbed it vigorously and a small piece of concrete-like materialrubbed out.
'This form takes more control than I thought…'
Vegeta levitated as slowly as he could to Raditz's body
"You know…" Raditz hair turned back to normal and he sat up, with an aura shield shrowding him. Now free of the saiyans blind rage and fury, so helped by Vegeta, Orochi once again in control scanned his host for any further signs of revolt. There was none. He looked smugly up at the super saiyan. Useless cause, useless struggling, facing a complete massacre...
"You saiyans remind me of a tale from my past."
"Orochi…" Vegeta's hand straightened up, and launched many a ki blast at full strength at the shield. None had effect and bounced off of it, ricocheting on Orochi's miraculous shield defense. One and only one managed to get through before the shield closed completely and caught Raditz in the eye. Raditz's head snapped back, the seared flesh sizzling, his eye lid was burnt, and some of the left side of his face was bleeding also. He did not feel the pain. Only Raditz did.
Surprisingly, Orochi did not seem angry at all, in fact, he was calm, grinning. The smell of his flesh burning soon faded away…
"I once, in my many universe conquering adventures stumbled on one world in particular chock-full of wizards and paladins. And as any other, I completely destroyed its inhabitants... or at least the ones that remind me of those pitiful humans. Yes...I destroyed them all... all…but one that is. A young boy, not even 13, was dubbed "miracle" by his people; named so by his mastery of alchemy and magical arts at such a young age. He battled me, it seems like at least a hundredtimes, each ending in complete and total failure. And yet, I let him live. I gave him two choices: either fight me and die, or serve me and help me rule the universe, and allow him to find a way to restore his entire race and live peacefully without the treat of me attacking them, as payment for his earlier services."
The ki wound on his eye was closing up quickly. The skin was cooling rapidly and eyelid twitched.
Vegeta turned his head in disgust. "His choice?"
Raditz's body sat in a meditative position, regaining dead and burnt skin cells from the one-sided battle. Orochi was healing Raditz. It was obvious Orochi needed Raditz alive to complete his plan.
"The latter. I'm sure Freiza gave you a choice similar to this, did he not? Then it seems great minds think alike."
Vegeta clutched his fist in memories of an earlier time serving under an infamous tyrant whom was once feared by worlds across the entire quadrant. The mere mention of his name boiled hatred around him, making the whole area quake, even the Capsule corp. tower was showing signs of toppling over.
"You call torturing someone between destroying other planets and solar systems in hope of restoring their own brilliant? Do you even know how hard it is to make that decision? Well? For years he had us fooled from his idiotic lies, for years I bowed to the same wretched tyrant that destroyed my homeworld! do you know how that feels?"
This reminded Orochi himself of his encounter with the near extinction of his own race. The pain he must have felt...but...
"No. But I do know how it feels not having at least single member of your race alive. You see, my race suffered a fate far worse than death: non-existence. I watched as their molecules were torned from of them painfully, bones ripped from their skulls, beheaded, and after all of that pain, they were reborn again, which is quite a unique trait my people have, only to have the process repeated again and again by ONE HUMAN! He did not stop there, as he banished him into the infernal depths of nothingness. So, in conclusion, the pain of your and his people pale in comparison to mine, Vegeta. They only experienced pain once, and that was it. My people? Thousands upon thousands of times EACH! Compared to that one human, Freiza is an amateur when it comes to making people suffer."
Vegeta fell back from hearing the story, unsure if the demon told him a true story. A strong wind blew old newspapers and garbage fly into the air, swirling around the two.
"...I"
'How could one human harness so much power? Is he even telling the truth?'
Orochi grinned and finished healing Raditz's body. Dead skin cells were gone, bone marrow, and muscles re-generated with due to demonic energy. Strong, saiyan white blood cells took care of what Orochi had not bothered to heal. Raditz's bruised eye healed also.
"I'll see you in one year, Vegeta. One year."
Vegeta scowled. "You know when I said to Kakkarott that'd I wouldn't kill Raditz? I lied. I'll kill him if I have to Orochi. Believe that." Vegeta smiled a dark smile.
One final hellish grin, and Raditz dropped to the ground and the shield dissipated.
Vegeta slowly walked over to Raditz…and helped him up, over his shoulder. At the same time, Vegeta's hair returned to normal. He flew southeast towards the son residence.
Meanwhile…
Trunks sped through the air, letting the clouds hit his face, letting them cool his face. He had never flown this far by himself. He knew he was in trouble, but his mother was supposed to pick him up and drop him off well over an hour ago.
Besides, he could cover much more ground this way, and what could harm a super saiyan warrior? Thought Trunks.
A giant pterodactyl sped past Trunks, knocking him back. Trunks panicked and spun out of control but soon got his balance back.
"Hey, you dumb bird! The sky isn't yours!"
Just then, an airplane rose under trunks. Trunks flipped onto the top of the plane hearing the muffled voice of the captain speaking to the passengers. Trunks ran to the nose of the plane and jumped off. Inside, the captain and co-pilot saw Trunks do this through the window.
CO-PILOT: "Did you see that?"
The captain drunk a shot glass whole.
CAPTAIN: "Nope."
Trunks shot down full speed, a small, isolated capsule house came into view. Trunks increased speed even more, and landed gracefully at the son family's door step. He was about to knock, but instead saw Goten throwing punches and kicks at rapid, blinding speed. After a long time of doing so, he charged a kamehameha wave and shot it into the nearby woods. This leveled the trees and saplings it met. Trunks walked slowly towards Goku's second born son as he repeated the fighting pattern once more.
"Hey, Goten!"
Goten only ignored him as he continued the pattern once more.
"Hello! Over here!"
Goten charged yet another kamehameha wave.
"Ka…me…ha…me…"
Gohan turned his head and smiled at Trunks with a toothy grin. Trunks stepped back sweating.
"HA!"
Goten, at the last second, spun around and launched the turtle destruction beam at the other demi-saiyan. The beam seemed to turn the whole area a light bluish tone, and continued it's destructive path towards Trunks
"Uh-oh…"
Trunks entered his defensive position and stood his ground and let the wave hit him. Trunks was not nearly harmed by the wave, and looked up at Goten, in his battle position.
"So…It's like that, huh?"
Vegeta's son clutched his fists and started yelling loudly. Soon, he straightened up and his hair stood on end, blazing golden and spiky. Goten copied the older demi-saiyan, and followed suit and transformed into a super saiyan as well. They both madly dashed at each other at full strength. Super saiyan fists collided and sent shockwaves around the whole area. They both vanished, and even more shockwaves occurred in random places, where the demi-saiyans hands and feet met, and more power than speed.
Soon, they both appeared on the floor, attacking fiercely. Trunks practically owned the battle, with his strong, well placed jabs cutting into Goten's defense. Or so it seemed.
Goten ran back towards a nearby small mountain, and trunks pursued him, kicking up dust and grass. Goten kept running and cupped his palms together. An orb of ki accumulated in them and drain more than one fourth of his total amount of power. Goten looked behind his shoulder saw Trunks closing in on him. Goten smirked at this, and launched a large Kamehameha wave at the mountain, hitting it which destroyed a part of it, sending one boulder flying up into the air, and propelling Gohan in the opposite direction. With his hands still cupped, Goten lifted his foot and extended it. The Trunks now had too much momentum to stop. Goten's foot and Trunk's face were both on a collision course…
Later…
"It's still cheating, I tell you!" Trunks stared hatefully at the younger half blooded saiyan and pointed at him with fire in his eyes.
"No it's not." Goten crossed his arms and turned away from him, head up. "Your just mad cuz I outwitted you! Besides, I was the first to get a clean shot."
"I don't care! It's still cheating. You only cheated cuz you knew you can't beat me!" Trunks started rubbing his red, sore cheek. The younger saiyan was getting a lot stronger back when they last spared, and obviously growing up as well.
Goten snapped back furiously, gritting his teeth.
"Oh yeah? Well, let's start round two, so I can beat you again. Winner gets bragging rights, and loser has to listen!"
Trunks unleashed the golden power of the super saiyan hidden deep inside him. His hair stood on end and flashed golden and yelled at the top of his lungs.
"Right!"
Just when they were about to attack each other, boulder from the mountain Goten shot the beam at landed on him. Trunks saw Goten's limp hand peeking out from the boulder and yelled loudly and started running in circles. "I am SO gonna get grounded for this! Goten's dad is gonna kill me!" Trunks could see it already…
"You did what?"
Goku suddenly grew 50 ft tall and towered over Trunks, who cowered in a ball near a rock in a dark place, where the sky and clouds were blood red.
"But I-"
Ignoring Trunks, Goku cupped his hands and began charging a kamehameha wave.
"No! We were just fighting and this big rock just flattened him!"
Goku shook his head and was nearly done charging the preposterously large beam at his side.
"How dare you lie about something like that?"
Trunks shook his head, flinging sweat everywhere.
"But I'm not lying! You have to believe me Mr. Goku-son! We-"
Te beam shut out Trunk's last words…
Or…
"No! No! No! I'm too young to die!"
Trunks suddenly stopped. He heard a faint laugh, growing and growing. Trunks jumped as he saw Goten's hand making claw marks in the soft dirt.
"I am zombie-Goten! I want to feast on your small brain!"
The boulder flew off in to the sky as a green Goten with his jaw hanging to the side lurched towards Trunks with a broken leg…
Trunks grimaced at the hundreds of possibilities and consequences. He rushed over to the younger, seemingly crushed child and rolled the bolder off of him and shook him, crying and yelling: "You can't die! I'd get in so much trouble! I'd get grounded for months!" Trunks thought of running away to the house without his mother's knowledge. "A year! I'll be grounded for a year!"
Trunks heard him laugh and saw him smile, not at all hurt by the one measly rock. Putting two and two together, he hit the child on the back of the head.
"Ow! That hurt! ...Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"
Trunks folded his arms.
"Shut up Goten, I could've gotten in a lot of trouble!"
Trunks thought a second stopped frowning and smiled.
"Besides…I just won this round, so you shouldn't be laughing at me, weakling."
Gohan stopped laughing and scratched his head.
"What? How do you figure that?"
Trunks grinned devilishly and rubbed his hands.
"It just happened, don't you remember? It was just a second ago."
"What you talking 'bout, Willis?" (Ha! Garry Coleman! Man, I love different strokes.)
Trunks turned around and gave the victory sign. "When I pounded you on the head, stupid! Technically, since the match already started when the big rock smashed you, when I hit you on the head, that counts as an attack. And since you said 'Ow' it must've hurt."
"That's no fair!"
Trunks folded his arms once again.
"Life isn't fair Goten. It's a tie, so this last match will finish it."
Not far away, Vegeta sat on top of Goku's house. He had long ago laid Raditz near the front door, rung the door bell, and explained to Goku what had happened. Goku had asked if he had dropped Trunks off or not. Vegeta didn't know that Trunks was there, but he replied that he did nonetheless. He had been there since right when Goten had won the first match. And from what his super-sensitive Saiyan ears picked up, they were tied. At the edge of his seat, (the roof,) Vegeta was looking on excitedly, even if it was only sparing match.
The two disappeared again, and only two blurs could be seen, bouncing, colliding, and leaving trails of ki like a comet would of fire, and sometimes blasting each other away. But meanwhile, on the ground, craters appeared under them where they collided. There seemed no end to this furious battle, but it seemed Trunks was on the grand offensive drive.
Vegeta took in a worried breath.
'No Trunks, you're only focusing on power! That's how you made your first mistake! He's leading you in to something, focus!'
Vegeta stood up, quietly yelling cheers and complaints at his son.
(If you ever saw how fathers act at when their son is on the field, there is always one sport's crazed dad that acts like this.)
Goten was being drove to the front of a tall, pillar-like mountain. His lure working so far, he used his ki to push up dirt and sand up from the ground to form a make-shift smokescreen to blind Trunks just as he was at the base of the mountain. He pushed ki under himself again this time using it flying up the mountain, but also unintentionally clearing away most of it. Trunks himself cleared away the rest of dust with is own ki. Goten looked down on him from above.
'Take the bait…'
Trunks flew up in pursuit of Goten, leaving another white-hot tail of ki.
'Yes! Score!'
Goten landed on the top of the mountain and lifted up his hand, using a larger portion of his strength than his Kamehameha wave did, he made a large ball of ki energy. The ball was so big (to him) it almost hurt trying to keep it in the air.
Trunks was still climbing his way up the mountain, unaware of Goten's plan.
'Almost there…'
The small son of Goku peereddownward, careful not to let Trunks see him or the giant blast he had suspended over his head. He would need to time this juust right...but...
So far, so good, right?
'Your not gonna win this one, Goten!'
Goten saw the tip of Trunks hair and Trunks saw Goten fire the blast. The blast exploded prematurely on the tip of the mountain, no, it did not hit Trunks, bit it made him stagger away, losing his balance and control, he fell down to the grassy plains at the base of the mountains. The blast also destroyed the top of the mountain, making it shatter and making him fall down also. They both landed on their feet however, Trunks was in front of Goten, and Goten had his back towards the mountain.
"Gotcha."
Before Goten could gather himself, Trunks fired many, many, streaming ki blasts at him, at rapid, blazing speed. Trunks held out his hands, and started doing a series of complicated moves at even a greater speed, that would bewilder even the greatest of jujitsu masters. "Burning…"
Trunks Held out his hands in a spade like gesture, his hands grew white and strong with chi…
"Attack!"
Just then, a spectacular dark orange ball jet out of the spade and into the dust near the base of the mountain where Goten had previously landed. Finally having enough, the mountain split apart into different sections, as if it were banana peel.
Trunks sighed; the tension was building up each match until finally, he won. Pfft. Right. It didn't end there. Goten emerged from the dust cloud like a phoenix from flames and jetted towards Trunks feet first. Trunks, baffled, quickly leaned back, to avert the incoming jet-kick. Goten skidded behind Trunks, and they both enter the battle stances again.
Vegeta, grabbed at his chest, relieved that his son did not fall into his greatest rival's son's ploy. But sadly, none of the ki blasts his son threw met their mark, and therefore did not count as a clear hit. Caught up in the excitement as well, Vegeta looked on at the young demi-saiyan spar battle.
Trunks yelled a powerful banshee yell, knocking Goten back, setting him up for a high kick, but Goten, mocking Trunks leaned back and dodged the could-have-been-fatal attack. Goten back-flipped in the air, and while in mid-air he saw Vegeta and Vegeta saw him. Trunks used Goten's lack of attention and charged at him yelling loudly. Goten held his arms out in front him hailing Trunks to stop.
"Wait, I saw your dad! He was on top of the house!"
Goten turned and pointed to the top of the roof, but there was no Vegeta. Trunks looked also and saw nothing and he frowned and jumped away.
"Naw. No way! I'm not falling for any of your tricks again."
Vegeta looked from the side of the house away from view.
Trunks lunged forward at Goten and swung rapidly. Goten blocked all of the hits but was still looking at the roof, and caught of guard by Trunks, who was only focusing on the battle, he was hit with a very powerful left hook. Trunks watched Goten fall to the ground and threw his hands up in celebration. "Yes! I won! I won! Ha! Ha!"
Vegeta took in a deep breath and sighed out of relief. Above all, he was proud of his son. It seemed that Goten and Trunks were equal now, somehow, determined to be as strong as his father, and surpass his friend and nemesis. Goten sulked on the ground and hit the dirt with his fists, but soon got over it, and began searching around the house. Vegeta ducked away, hidden from sight just as Goten came around the corner. Goten scratched his head and didn't see foot prints of any kind.
'That was strange…I sure hope it wasn't a ghost…'
Goten shuddered at the thought of a ghost lingering around the house.
'No way! Nothing could get near here without my dad knowing…'
Trunks grinned and saw Goten running around the house. "So uh… did you find anything?"
Goten dizzily stopped and saw three of Trunks. "No, I just got dizzy."
Trunks rolled his eyes and alighted near the worried half-blood near the back of the house. Near the front of the house where Vegeta was hiding, he emerged from his hiding place and flew away to west city. "See? I told you there was nothing here. That's why you lost. You big, fat, loser. Ha! Ha! I won!"
Goten hung his head and trudged to the front door. Trunks quietly yelled at his friend. "No, let's go through the back, Goten! I don't want your dad or mom to know I was here."
Goten looked up and followed Trunks to the back door. Goku, looked trough the window and thought to himself: 'I wonder why Goten hesitated right in the middle of the match? Hmm…maybe he lacks focus…'
The duo went through the hallway and saw an open door. There lay Raditz on a bed with a senzu bean bag next to him. Trunks and Goten sneakily tiptoed over to him and opened the bag. Trunks took out a single beam and broke it in half. He tossed one half towards Goten, who caught it and swallowed it whole, he nearly choked, but he managed to get it down. Trunks smiled and whispered. "Next time chew it you idiot!" Goten scratched the back of his head and smiled, blushing. Trunks looked at the menacing build of Raditz. 'If Raditz was smaller than that Nappa, boy I'd hate to see him.'
Trunks stood with his hands at his hips, and his chest out. "Um…Uh…I-I ch-challenge y-you to a duel of saiyan power. D-do you accept?" Raditz opened one eye and looked at the half-blood.
"You want to what?"
Trunks was frozen still.
"Fight you!"
Raditz sat up. He rubbed his temple violently, his already sinsitive ears felt like they were on fire from all of the noise...every sound including his own breath made his head throb...and why were those kids still moving even though he knew that they were standing still?
...Damn. he had a freaking hangover.
The only thing he could remember was breaking that annoying dude's collar bone and flying to Kakkarott's house…And from the looks of it; he made it back in one piece. He saw some of those mysterious healing beans near him also.
"Wait…aren't you Ka-" Raditz thought a split second.
There were two Kakkarott's; Goku, and the version he saw only during unconsciousness. What should he call the one here? "I mean, you are my brother's son, are you not?"
Trunks took a step back, sweating. "My dad had a brother?"
Raditz picked up the bag and examined it. He took out a bean and did not see anything special about it. He placed it back and looked at Trunks right when he said it.
"No, I mean him, next to you."
Goten look puzzled. "You mean, you are my uncle?" Trunks shook Goten by his shoulders.
"He was your uncle this whole time? How come you didn't tell me?"
"I didn't know either!"
Raditz divided Goten and Trunks apart and pulled them up by their shirts to his eye level.
"Never mind that now. So tell me, young prince, what was that part about you wanting to duel me again?"
Trunks pulled himself away from the confusion.
"You said I wasn't a full-blooded saiyan!"
Raditz shrugged and set them down by their shirts.
"Well…your not."
Trunks slowly powered up and let his anger pour out. He felt a vein pop out of his forehead.
"Yes, I am!"
Raditz crocked an evil and sly smile.
"Think about it, your mom, from what I heard, smelled, and sensed, is all human, correct? And your father is the price of all saiyans, so that must automatically make him saiyan, correct? So they both get together and well, you know the rest right?"
Trunks and Goten shrugged.
"No? I don't believe they didn't tell you both yet…"
Goten tugged Raditz's pant leg in excitement.
"Tell us what?"
"Well…they both go to this scrap yard that this demon seamstress owns for used human body parts."
Trunks and Goten started sweating.
"They have every body part you can imagine, eyeballs, ears, toes, fingernails with no fingers; they even have hair, and scalps."
Goten covered his eyes and ears. Trunks thought a second.
"Wait a second…If this seamstress sews us up, why can't we see where she sewed us up? How does she do it?"
Raditz lay back to the window, flexing his shoulders.
"Well, this is no ordinary seamstress. She's the best in this whole universe. She does such a good job; no human eye, microscope, or even a keen saiyan bowman's eye can see her stitches."
Goten looked at Trunks frozen in front of Raditz.
"Shut you up, didn't it?"
Raditz continued his bone-chilling story: "They say that she makes deals with the families of dead people, buying the bodies for money, with her keeping the bodies, fixing them, so if there is a mangled corpse, she can fix him up, good as new. They also say that whoever's body parts you are made out of depicts your attitude. On my father side of the family, they say that my great, great, great grandfather, Hayeden was cursed by the demon for selling her a fake corpse, to forever see the dead people that everyone is made of along with that same person. So in other words, every child with any trace of my great, great, great, grandpa's blood in them can see who your body is made of."
Trunks stood wide eyed, mouth dropped and awestruck after hearing the story. Goten, the complete opposite, was fascinated.
"Who? Who am I made of, Uncle Raditz?"
Raditz acted like he was squinting at someone next to Goten.
"Well, you made from a heroic adventurer, who sailed all across the world, fighting pirates, doing good deeds, and got ridiculous amounts of gold in return of defeating a dragon 40 times his own weight with only an old, rusty, chipped and broken dagger.
Trunks stopped being afraid, and smiled.
"Wow! That's awesome! Who was I made of?"
Raditz squinted again and looked besides Trunks. Trunks looked to his left also, but saw nothing. 'Of course I can't see anything! I'm not on Goten's side of the family… Wait!'
"Hey, why can't Goten see the dead people?"
"His dad got hit on the back of his head when he was a child. He lost his memory, and his ability to see them, and he became a totally different person, and making every child he has loose the ability as well."
Raditz began to sweat. He dodged a gigantic bullet there…
"No more interruptions! Well then young prince, you were made from a powerful warrior-king, who defeated his enemies before they had time to crap their pants upon seeing him. One time, they said he defeated 2 armies in a triple threat battle simultaneously. He also defeated an armada with 4 times as many men with his own fleet in less than half an hour.
Trunks grabbed his forearm. "No way! That's so cool!" Goten used an imaginary dagger to cut the head off an imaginary dragon. "That's awesome!"
Raditz woozily got up and sat in a chair. "You two won't believe this, but I actually heard a story about these two. Since Goten is my nephew, I start with him first."
Trunks hit Goten lightly on the shoulder. "Lucky…"
Raditz began this short tale: "Well, let me tell you of one of his best victories; once, there was a pirate that terrorized a nearby village he was resting in with his crew: Nom, Yet, and Yueron. He sailed out to the giant ship armed with three things: a heavy, large kunai, a barrel full of bombs, and his trusty, chipped, broken dagger. They didn't see him because his ship was so small. He used a heavy kunai to hook his boat to the ship, he hauled the barrel with his dagger in his pocket, killed all of the pirates on the bottom floor of this gigantic vessel without so much as a whisper, and started to take out the bombs when he thought: "Why bother to light them all, when only one can set them off for me?" He put all of the bombs in a line going to the stairs, lit the bomb with the longest fuse, and ran to the top with all his speed, not killing a single pirate. He makes them all follow him to the top, and jumps off to the side into the boat, unhooks the kunai, and rows back to the shore. The captain looks at him, and says: "Are you a fool? Now were only going to follow you and kill you! "He yells back: no, you must be crazy! You can't follow me with half a boat!" The pirates all laugh just when a small explosion is heard, and more explosions occur until it blows the lower half of the ship clean off. All the pirates fall into the ocean one by one and are eaten by sharks, with the exception of the captain himself. Luckily for the captain, the sharks were full, and they swam off with full stomachs.He cuts off the chain of the kunai with the rusty old dagger, and throws out the chain, letting the captain grab it, so he can row them both to shore. On shore, the people thank him, and put the pirate in chains. he famed hunter begs him not to kill the pirate, because he wants him to join his band of adventurers, like a form of rehabilitation. The pirate thanks him, but after he's out of the chains, he takes out a dagger and tries to stab him. He quickly takes out the dagger, and cuts off the blade. He finds it in his heart to forgive him, and gives him a second chance, but all pirates hate being pitied, so he takes out another dagger, and He does the same as before. The ever generous Hunter gives him a final, third chance. The pirate is furious now, and pulls out a gun. He shoots the ladin the back, and finally ends his life. They say thousands and thousands of people went to his funeral, because he helped and loved so many people. What is the moral of this story? the good dont always win..."
The two jumped up and down, but sat back down, so excited from hearing the fantastic story, Trunks completely forgot his royal duel waiting to hear the next story, Trunks asked:
"Tell mine!"
Raditz lay face down on the pillow in the bed, snoring. Raditz's head, still buried in the pillow lazily snored: "Lung cancer…"
They both ran outside, pretending to be their individual characters. Goten stepped in front of the door arms crossed focused on Raditz. He was there the whole time.
"Heh. You're a great liar."
Raditz looked up at him, not even the slightest worried.
"It's what I do."
"I should've guessed you'd say something like that..."
Raditz lay back down.
"Whatever."
Gohan took a glance at the demon sword, but directed his line of sight directly back at the saiyan who he hated so. It was because of that damn thing that he couldnt kill him. He did'nt deserve another breath...but still, he inhaledthe same air that his brother did...that scared him.
"It seems I can't kill you now, so I guess I just have to kill you after I kill Orochi."
Raditz started laughing and he sat back up.
"YOU kill Orochi? This god damn thing's been living inside of my body without me knowing, making me ruin the one chance I have to start over again, and making me go insane, making me attack my prince and cause his nearly inevitable rebirth. No. Not you, not your father. Not even Vegeta. I'll kill this thing…myself…"
AN: And that's it, you guys. Believe it or not, I got Sha'Ky's name from Sha'a Gi, a Star Wars character that was pretty funny to look at. Sha'Ky does not look like him in the fic. In fact, he's completely different, in mood and in appearance. Sha'a Gi, Shaggy, Sha'Ky, Shaky, get it? You will. You will... The link to the profile of Sha'a Gi will be posted also. Don't let me get away with typos! Don't be afraid to show me my mistakes, it only makes me stronger as a writer. I redo Chap's when I have a chance, so re-read to see the changes I've made. Damn, this was one long chap. Thanks for hanging around and waiting, guys.