"His name was Kirrick. He was a saiyan, and had a price on his head. King Cold wanted him dead, not because Kirrick had done anything wrong, but because of his potential. Kirrick could read peoples minds. Cold figured if Kirrick joined the Saiyan army, he might be enough to sway the battle in King Vegeta's favor. Cold would never allow that. The king sent some of his strongest elites to kill Kirrick, but, sensing the arrival of destruction, Kirrick sent you, his only son, out into deep space, fearing that you would be harmed. You were only 7 months old at the time. When the elites arrived, Kirrick was already gone. Unable to locate him; Cold had his son Frieza destroy the whole planet in an attempt to finish off your father. You are one of the few remaining Saiyans left, Bradin." This came from Gondel, the Namek that found Bradin when he crash-landed on Planet Namek. Bradin had asked the question Gondel had been preparing for since the young boy (who was now almost 13) could talk: "What was my father like?" He didn't know if he could tell Bradin of the sad ending his real dad had.
Gondel only knew about the psychic saiyan because a note was put into Bradin's small space pod, explaining pretty much everything. The end of the story, about the destruction of Planet Vegeta, was known by pretty much everyone. Bradin sat in deep thought, a single tear rolling down his cheek. This was not a usual behavior in a saiyan, even one that grew up on another planet, and seeing his adoptive son in such a sad state made Gondel want to cry as well.
"I'll leave you here to think and rest. Tomorrow is your birthday, and we will begin your training." With these words Gondel left. Bradin got up and walked over to his small bed. He lay down and stared at the ceiling. I wish I had known my father. Bradin had found himself thinking this thought a lot over his past thirteen years. Gondel was very nice, but he wasn't a real father. He tried, sometimes too hard, but Bradin still had an empty pit in his heart where his father should have been. At least I have training to look forward to tomorrow, Bradin thought. He had to smile at that. Being a saiyan, his instinct told him to fight, and he was finally getting a chance to.
Gondel was one of the better fighters on Namek. He had a power level of about 1,000, and fought for a while in the Namekien army. The army never had anything to fight against, but that's how the Nameks liked it. Quiet. Nice and quiet. Very quiet.... Bradin fell asleep.
"Wake up! Wake up! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Wake up!" The voice was Gondel's. Bradin put a pillow over his own head in an attempt to shut out the annoying noise.
"Noooo... neeeed.... sleeeeeeep..." Bradin dozed back off to sleep, but not for long. Suddenly, a large group of familiar Nameks bursted in, all singing at the top of their lungs the song "Happy Birthday". Bradin couldn't possibly block out all of their voices, so had no choice but to surrender. "Fine! I'm up! Look! Now get out and let me get dressed!" He shooed all of his guests out of his room. Bradin yawned at looked longingly at his bed. No! Bradin was determined to stay awake.
The young saiyan walked over to his bureau, and noticed the clock on his bedside table. It was 6:00 A.M. Wow, I hope training doesn't start this early every day! Bradin turned back to his bureau and opened a droor. He pulled out average Namekien clothes, which, to most, were rather silly, but were perfectly normal to him. After changing quickly, he went into the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out he saw just how many people had huddled into his small room that morning.
"Surprise!" The crowd yelled. There were at least 70 nameks, many of which Bradin had never seen before in his life, standing in back of a large cake, as well as other refreshments and snacks. A few took pictures, and many commented on how big Bradin had gotten and how cute he was. Well, this is going to be fun. Bradin thought sarcastically. He could just imagine all the slobbery kisses, hard pinches, and slaps on the back he was going to be pummeled by. Bracing himself, Bradin stepped forward.
The party had gone as expected, with lots of food and drunk aunts and uncles. After everything had been cleaned up (which took about 3 hours) Bradin sat down to enjoy his favorite part of all birthdays. As a tradition, Nameks waited till after the party to open all the presents. That way nobody was insulted if the birthday person didn't like something they received. Unfortunately, they still had to write out a LOT of thank you cards.
When Gondel walked into the living room, he signaled for Bradin to begin opening presents. He began with the cards that weren't attacked to a gift, knowing they contained money. He was right. He had over 40 cards containing cash, totaling out to about 800 dollars!
"Wow, that's a lot of cash. I think you're going to need it though, and you'll find out why soon enough." Gondel said, winking as he finished the statement. Bradin was puzzled, but didn't pursue the matter ant further. Instead, he resumed his present-opening. When he was finished opening all the gifts, Bradin was pleased with the result. He had a lot of new clothes and junk like that, but there were some good things for training. He received a bag of about 10 sensu beans from a relative who had recently visited Earth. He got a set of trainer bots, each with a difficulty higher than the last. Bradin seemed doubtful that he could even take out the "Very Easy" one. Bradin also got a lot of armored clothes, and some new weapons.
"I don't think you'll use those weapons much, they won't be part of our training." Gondel remarked when he noticed the short swords and other assorted weapons. Bradin was disappointed, but intrigued that Gondel thought he wasn't in need of weapons. Bradin examined all the presents, and when he was finished he sat back with a smile on his face.
"I think I made out very well this birthday, dad." Bradin said to Gondel, even though he was a little sad that he had gotten nothing from Gondel.
"Oh my! I almost forgot! You have a couple for presents!" Gondel hurried into his room, and came back with a white box, and a white envelope. "Sorry, I tried to wrap it, but that's not exactly one of my strong points."
"That's okay dad!" Bradin yelled a little to excitedly. He was relieved Gondel hadn't forgot about him, and happy to have another present. He slowly lifted the cover off the box, trying to savor the moment. When he saw what was in it, he gasped. "My God! It's saiyan armor! Just like I read about in my books!" Bradin pulled the armor out and help it in front of him. It was blue underneath, with white, super-powerful armor on top. This particular suit had no shoulder pads. The armor seemed too small for Bradin, though.
"Don't look so discouraged! Saiyan armor stretches like nothing you've ever seen! I found it in your space pod when you arrived here. I've saved it until this moment. Now, why don't you open your envelope?" Gondel suggested. Bradin could barely put his new armor down, but he did, and did as he was told. Bradin gasped.
"It's. . .It's. . . Two tickets to earth on the shuttle leaving tomorrow!"
"That's right Bradin, I thought we could train there for a while with a friend of mine down there. You better pack, so you can be ready. The party ran late, so we can't begin training today." Bradin was too excited to speak, so instead he ran to he room and started packing his things.