• 7 Galactic Standard Months ago.

"Why haven't you burned this world to the ground!?" Raditz Demanded.

The little boy, after all of Saiyan kind were brought to this backwater, had easily been able to find his brother... there weren't many cubs left. Most of the survivors had been the more powerful soldiers, sent off world to conquer the more advanced planets... Or the weaklings, that King Cold sent on suicide missions.

However, Raditz didn't really understand that last bit. He figured, any little brother of HIS could easily conquer a pitiful planet, that didn't even have something as primitive as nukes yet.

However... Kakarot hadn't even ATTEMPTED to conquer the planet. The cub had chosen to, instead, live a domestic life with one of these pathetic creatures.

Kakarot just growled at him. Saiyan cubs, as young as this, were little more then Feral beast. They were driven purely by instinct. Only capable of understanding a handful of words. So Raditz would have to speak through his fist.

The older brother did his duty, and attempted to slam his fist into the disobedient toddler... only for the smaller boy to side step. Pushing Raditz arm away with his palm, while stepping on the elder's foot.

Raditz managed to power through the pain, and the disorientation. Not willing to let his little brother dominate him. Slapping the toddler, with his tail, and sending him flying into a boulder.

Kakarot hit the rock, with a yelp, but manage to stumble back to his feet. Then... took on some kind of fighting stance.

"Goku!"

Kakarot flinched, immediately dropping the stance. The tiny cub looked over at... a human? The boy had taken a more submissive posture... the kind that should only be reserved for an Alpha.

Raditz growled. Realizing why his brother hadn't taken this world. This pitiful creature had tamed him.

Raditz jerked his hand forward, despite being several yards away. Kakarot would see. Whoever this man was. He was unworthy of being head of a Saiyan family. Raditz would roast the pathetic creature.

Unleashing his Ki, a small ball of energy, the size of the child's fist, was thrown at the speed of a professional pitcher's baseball.

The humanoid wasn't phased. He merely reached out, and swatted away the ultimate power of the Saiyans.

Sure, Raditz had a lot to learn, about channeling this sacred power. But for the man to just do that... Raditz... WAS ENRAGED!!!

Charging forward, Raditz began swinging his fist. Even occasionally switching it up with kicks. But not a single one touched the man. He moved with such speed, even Saiyan eyes had trouble keeping up. Raditz couldn't make contact. All the while the man was using the minimum amount of effort.

Then, without warning, the man went on the offensive, with one move. Just one... He snatched Raditz tail.

The cub screamed bloody murder, falling to the floor.

"I'm beginning to think," The man wasn't even slightly winded!!! "I'm going to have to do this." He squeezed the tail a little harder. "With every tailed boy I meet."

So this is the REAL reason Kakarot didn't destroy the planet. He found someone actually capable of keeping him in line. A legitimate alpha. On this Backwater?

"Can you talk?" The man asked. Probably because he was used to the near mute of a Saiyan 3 year old. Their language skills do take a little longer to develop, then most humanoids.

"Y-yes!" Raditz gritted his teeth. The sensation, of his tail being held, was too much for him. "You're hurting me."

To Raditz surprise, the old man immediately let go of the tail. Raditz let out a sniff, before standing straight. Being sure not to look the Alpha in the eye.

"Mind telling me, who you are?" the human asked.

Raditz held back his sniffles, refusing to rub his still smarting tail. Looking at the small toddler, Raditz informed, "I'm his older brother."

• Present Day:

"School?" Kakarot, or rather "Son Goku" as he had been renamed, looked confused. "What's that?"

It was still weird, hearing a 4 year old speak so eloquently. That recent blow to the head, had quickened the boy's development... probably by diluting his instincts. As the cub wasn't so clouded by them. Normally, Saiyans don't start really talking, in complete sentences, until they are 7. Raditz just barely got the hang of it, himself.

"It's where cubs go to... learn... things." Raditz didn't know if he could make it any more simple then that. He was a bit to young to start school. Not that he would ever need to, but even his military training wouldn't officially start for a few more years.

Cubs, his age, might be starting to talk, and focus better, but they still had a difficult time controlling their instincts. It be a few more years, for him to have the discipline needed, to sit in a dojo setting. Until then, parents were expected to teach their child. Which "Grampa" Gohan was handling... guess he was "Parents" now.

"For Saiyans," Raditz tried to explain. "School is only trusted for the most mature cubs. Ones that have Mastered their instincts, and can interact with other cubs, without fighting. At least, without unsupervised fights."

"So they learn how to fight?" Kakarot nodded. That making sense to him. "Guess, not all cubs, are lucky enough to be raised by a martial arts master." The boy gave his goofy grin. All proud of himself, for being accepted by such a mighty caretaker.

Raditz sighed, "Well... that's not ALL they learn." he then gave a shrug. Before going into more detail. "You know how Sensei teaches us how to read, write, basic math, and all that? School has a lot more of that."

Kakarot Scrunched up his face, "Sounds boring."

Raditz smiled, "Imagine it is. But it's also crucial. How cubs do in school, determines where they will be assigned. Some cubs skip over school, like the weakest and the strongest. We only need to know the basics, from our parents. Before being put into the military.

"School is more for lower class Saiyans. Those that can't become warriors, but are still strong enough to not be a burden to Society."

Goku deflated, "Burdens like me..."

Raditz eyes widened. He hadn't expected Kakarot to make the connection.

"That's how King Cold shaped our world," Raditz insisted. "He didn't see the value in weaker cubs... but We're changing that. You'll be allowed to go to this new school, they are building."

Where Raditz' power level was just high enough to go to military training.

"And with how smart you are, I bet you'll be put to work in the Sciences!" That was one of the few respectable positions, besides the Warrior class.

"I don't wanna be a science-thingy," Kakarot pouted. "I wanna be a Warrior, like you and Grandpa. Like DADDY!!!"

Raditz flinched, Kakarot might not remember their birth parents very well, but their Father really was a great Warrior. One of the best. In the final days of Planet Vegeta. The man had led a resistance against Cold... yes, they hadn't stood a chance against someone who could destroy star clusters, with a wave of his hand... but he inspired the Saiyans to die honorable deaths, as the warriors they were.

"Power levels, aren't everything Kakarot," Raditz insisted. "There is no reason, you can't become just as good a warrior, as Father himself. It... it will just take more effort for you. But if you work hard, you'll be able to surpass us all."

Even knowing it was wrong to give the cub false hope, Raditz couldn't help it... he didn't have it in him to crush his little brother's dreams.