The cold vacuum of space gave way to Raditz' battle pod as it breached the atmosphere of planet earth near-immediately. How odd, he thought, this planet's lack of high powers… was certainly discouraging to say the least. Raditz's callused fingers met the scuffed button of his scouter once more, grunting to himself as the device slowly but surely clicked through it's options. He'd have to get a new one back at base, that was for sure. The stale air of his battle pod was getting old, only adding to his frustration. Luckily for the wayward saiyan, the soft, grassy fields of Farmer McNeil's marijuana patch cabbage patch beckoned for the pod.
Tenshinhan's brow twitched ever so slightly as he slowly rose from bed, grunting as he did so. He was still nursing a few wounds from his annual battle with Son Goku. Ever since his rival decided to remove his immortality with the dragon balls, their fights became much more even. But the energy signal that woke him… was much stronger than Son Goku. Yet it felt oh-so similar. Without a second thought, Tenshinhan clothed himself and flew off toward the energy signature.
Krillin sipped idly on his orange juice, his feet kicked upon Muten Roshi's nearby table. The serene ocean air whipped through the windows at a steady pace, filling the house with a somewhat salty scent. Though, it wasn't all that bad. It brought his train of thought back to reality. Well, it was either that or Master Roshi's swift strike with a roll of newspaper.
Aside from the salt, the air around him was abuzz with voices. Roshi and Turtle idly chatted away on the porch with Launch and Bulma. But the soft, steady buzz was suddenly parted with a small pinch on his ear. Before the monk could turn to reprimand his friend…
"HEY! You awake, baldy?" Goku held Krillin's ear even as he jerked back at the volume of the tailed man's voice. Goku, the prior immortal (and quite intimidating) world martial arts champion was somewhat of a dick… and yet, one of Krillin's best friends.
"Sorry, I was just zoning out. Training's taking a toll on me." Goku turned to face Krillin with a quizzical expression, outstretching his arms behind the couch.
"Fair enough. Weaklings like you can't take that much of a beating, even from yourselves." Goku's cocky smirk was soon replaced a neutral expression. "But don't push yourself too hard. I like my training partners at least somewhat capable."
"Whatever you say, mister 'father of one.'" Krillin snorted lightly despite lacking a nose, which earned a glare from Goku, and a slight chuckle from his wife on the porch. The champion's violet-haired son looked upward quizzically at the remark.
Raditz took a deep breath… and exhaled. Despite Vegeta's advice, Raditz felt the urge to rip the farmer's head from his shoulders, and toss it by the spine into the ground. The murderous muddle of malignant malice that clouded his mind parted like the Red Sea once the flattened pellets of buckshot clanked against the grass.
"Be merciful. Spare them for a better fight later." This philosophy, despite how it appealed to Raditz, was slowly waning in his mind. And without a word, the saiyan lifted off the ground, and flew off in pursuit of his long lost brother.