Authors note: So sorry about the delay! I couldn't upload documents on
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I do not own Dragonball, Dragonball Z, DragonballGT, or any related stuffs. I'm borrowing the characters Vegeta, Goku, Bulma, and others from the show/manga. This story and a number of its character however, are of my creating and from my imagination so I ask that you not copy them without my permission ^.^
Please note, for those of you who were previously following this fic, that chapter five part I had the ending updated. If you don't check it out then you will be confused about this chapter @_@! So please, read the ending of chapter five part I if you have not already. Also, please keep in mind while reading this chapter that because of the events that directly followed Bardok's visit to Earth (Krillin's death and the whole thing with Piccolo) that Goku and the gang have basically forgotten about Bardok and what he had revealed. They have all basically spent their lives as they did in the actual DragonBall series!
Thank you very much SilverDragoness and Digi fan for continuing to review (I think that I may have scared the others off with my temporary hiatus! -_- ). If anyone else is reading my fic still . . . I love getting positive or helpful feedback, please review!! I suppose that there is nothing more for me to say so . . . Enjoy the next chapter of Saiyan Means Trouble!!!
Saiyan Means Trouble:
Chapter five:
The Reunion:
Part II
"So we meet again, at last. You've grown up. I recognize you though . . . Goku." The stranger said. He looked relieved, like a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. But there was a pained expression in his eyes. "You look exactly like your father."
"Who are you?" Goku asked the stranger. He had unconsciously slipped into a defensive stance.
"Yeah, how do you know Goku?" Krillin asked suspiciously.
Bulma took a step toward the stranger. There was something familiar, something not right about this guy. How does he know Goku and . . . Goku's father?
"Stay back, Bulma. We don't know what this guy is capable of" Krillin warned. He also realized that there was something about this stranger . . . "A tail! He has a tail!" Krillin exclaimed as he realized what it was that had been bothering him so much.
"You have a tail too!?" Goku asked shocked.
"So you've finally realized my identidy?" The warrior asked. A glint of amusement shone in his eyes.
"All those years ago! . . . That man with the tail who said he was Goku's father!" Bulma exclaimed as she recalled the events of eight years ago.
"I had almost forgotten that!" Krillin said as he recalled the man who had visited before his death. "But . . . Who are you?"
"I haven't forgotten that day. I may be old but I have a meticulous memory. If you youngsters recall, that warrior also warned us not to be surprised if we were ever visited by Goku's brother." Roshi said in all seriousness. "Is it safe to assume that you are the brother of whom he spoke?"
"It's true. I have come a long way to see you . . . brother." The large warrior said to Goku.
"B-brother?" Goku asked laughingly as he scratched his head and grinned goofily, "No way!" Gohan scooted behind Goku's other leg as he scuffed the dirt with Gohan's former hiding place. Since the arrival of Goku's brother, Gohan had been compleetely ignored and he was trying his best to keep it that way.
"But why are you here?" Krillin asked and igrored Goku's foolish behavior.
Goku's brother was silent for a moment. When he replied anger and sorrow warred in his eyes. His throat was tight but he ground the words out, "Bardok has been murdered. Goku, you need to know what has been happening on Vejiitasei."
Goku's hand fell from his head as his brother spoke "Bardok . . . murdered?"
"For a long while now Vejiitasei has been an unwilling member of an evil empire. For the most part we have been allowed to govern ourselves and keep our traditions but we are strictly at the mercy of a cold, heartless, murdering emperor, Freeza. We must obey the restrictions he places on us or face obliteration.
"The saiyans are a warrior race, we are born to fight, but we are not allowed our own army. The only fighting force we are allowed is a royal guard called the Saiyan Elite. Any unauthorized organized fighting force would be considered rebellion and any rebellion will be squashed by Freeza. Our only options are to stay on Vejiitasei and take domestic jobs, join the army of the empire that opresses us, or, for the strongest of us, to join the Saiyan Elite.
"Originally the royal guard was intended as an insult to the saiyan king. It implied he was weak and needed others to defend him. But our king was wise, he pretended to be insulted yet truly he knew that the Saiyan Elite would keep our strongest warriors out of Freeza's army. I am a Saiyan Elite, as was our father."
Goku's brother paused sadly for a moment before continueing, "Recently the king died and his son took the throne. During the mourning that took place after the kings death Freeza discovered that this planet was still whole even though it had been reported some years ago that the planet was destroyed. Our father had made the false report to protect you and Freeza murdered him for it."
The warrior then looked Goku straight in the eye, "I don't blame you for our fathers death. It was his decision to lie to Freeza and he did it knowing full well what the consequences would be when Freeza found out. He told me about you continued existence here on Earth. He told me that if ever something happened, I should come see you. Goku . . .
"I want you to come back to Vejiitasei with me. The new king is strong! In time he will even be strong enough to defeat Freeza. Come back to Vejiitasei with me and take revenge for our father!"
Everyone was stuck silent for a moment after the foreign warriors speech. Goku was the first to recover and break the silence, "How strong, exactly, is this Freeza?"
"Hold it, Goku!" Bulma interupted as she realized Goku was actually considering his brothers plea. "You're not considering leaving Earth are!?"
"Freeza is strong enough to destroy an entire planet with one blow. He anilities species for pleasure and whim. He is the most powerful living being know to saiyan kind." Goku's brother said, ignoring the pretty blue haired woman and her screeching.
"Earth is my home. If I go with you to Vejiitasei it will only be temporarily. I will return to Earth once Freeza is defeated." Goku replied.
"Agreed." said Goku's brother with a nod. He was relieved to have accomplished what he had set out to do, convince his brother to journey to Vejiitasei.
"Um . . . I hate to interupt, but you never gave your name." Krillin informed the stranger.
"Forgive me for not introducing myself properly," Goku's brother said to the momentarily forgotten gathering. "My name is Raditz, son of Bardok. I am Saiyan Elite."
"Do you have to go back to Vejiitasei right away?" Goku asked Raditz. "I was thinking that you might want to stay awhile on Earth. We could get to know each other . . ."
"That would be nice" Raditz replied with a small smile.
"You could stay here at the Kame House!" The Turtle Hermit offered.
"I don't think that he would want to stay here," Bulma interrupted disapprovingly before Raditz could answer. "He wouldn't learn anything about Earth on this isolated island. You are welcome to stay at the Capsule Corp. manner, Raditz."
It was settled. They didn't stay around Roshi's place for much longer after that. Once the good-byes were said, Goku and his son headed off on the Flying Nimbus, promising to visit Bulma and Raditz first thing tomorrow morning. Bulma and Roshi then left in a capsule vehicle while Roshi and Krillin remained on the island.
* * * * * * *
The rosy sun peeked over the horizon at the Capsule Corporation Manor the next morning. Bulma, at this time, was still sound asleep and snoring slightly. Her parents however were already up. Mr. Briefs was tinkering with some little gadget or another while Mrs. Briefs was busy in the kitchen preparing a grand breakfast. The Briefs's guest was awake as well. Raditz had always been an early riser and after the long nap he had suffered on his trip to Earth, he needed very little sleep.
Raditz swung his legs out of the borrowed bed and stood up. He had stayed the night in one of the manors many guest room and now he needed to find one of the manors many restrooms. After a bit of testing his memory of the tour Bulma had given him last night, Raditz found a restroom and relieved himself. As he was leaving the restroom and about to return to the guest room, Raditz smelled something interesting.
He walked off down the hallway in the direction of the smell. He soon came to a set of stairs. From there it could be identified that the smell was of food and coming from the first floor. Raditz had descended the stair case and walked a little further when he started hearing the screechings of a woman. He recognized the voice to be that of Bulma's mother, whom he had met last night. After a moment of indecision, Raditz entered the kitchen, where Bulma's mother was cooking.
"Good morning Raditz!" Mrs. Briefs chirped to the tall man as he entered. "How do you like your eggs dear? You do know what eggs are don't you?"
"Yes. I like the yolk runny . . . please." He said awkwardly as he tried to stand out of the way. "Where is your husband?"
"Oh! You're so polite!" Mrs. Briefs said in delight. Her arms were flying as she tried to manage all of the cooking dishes at once. "I'm sure that daddy is around somewhere! He's probally fiddling with some toy or another."
Mrs. And Mr. Briefs had been surprised be the guest that their daughter Bulma had brought over for dinner yesterday but both were delighted to have a house guest. Especially Mrs. Briefs who delighted in entertaining visitors and the like.
"Why don't you have a seat at the table dear . . . or if you would prefer to do something you could help mind the bacon! Bulma doesn't usually get up very early but breakfast should be ready soon."
Raditz decided to help Mrs. Briefs while she continued to chat cheerfully and cook. It wasn't all that long before the meal was ready and they were putting the plates on the table. Just as the pair were sitting down at the small breakfast table in the kitchen, a freshly showered Bulma entered the room.
"Good morning mom, Raditz!" Bulma said as she sat down with them. Her shoulder length blue hair was newly combed and she wore a short sun dress with a floral print.
"You wouldn't start breakfast with out me, would you!?" Mr. Briefs asked as he entered from a side door.
Raditz glanced up at Mr. Briefs as he entered and something on his shoulder caught Raditz's attention. It was small black and furry with two wide eyes. The eyes blinked at Raditz. "What is that!?" He blurted out.
"Tama?" Bulma asked in confusion after following Raditz's gaze. "He's our pet cat."
"Pet . . . cat?" asked Raditz uneasily.
"You know, domesticated animals?" Bulma explained sarcastically.
"We don't have 'domesticated animals' on my planet . . ." Raditz replied, still unsure. "What does it do?"
"Do? It doesn't do a-" Bulma started grumpily. It was too early in the morning to be playing twenty questions with an alien.
"It's cute and loveable and it keeps daddy company!" piped in Mrs. Briefs before her daughter could complete her less-than-polite reply.
"Oh . . ." Raditz said lamely. He still didn't quite understand the "cat's" purpose, but at least now he was sure that it wasn't a threat.
"Well, dig in!" Mrs. Encouraged cheerfully. "I made plenty extra this morning because I know how much Goku likes to eat and I'm sure that his brother must be the same!"
* * * * * * *
When Breakfast was over Mr. Briefs returned to his lad while Mrs. Briefs went to the gardens to tend plants. Bulma was planning on shopping and leaving Raditz to his own devices until she came back. Just as Bulma was about to open the door and go, the doorbell rang. Her already half-extended arm froze for a moment in surprise before spanning the rest of the distance to the doorknob. She turned the handle and the door swung open to reveal Yamcha.
He wore a respectable blue suit and the faint scent of cologne hung around him. In his hands he grasped a bouquet of red roses and on his face he wore a charming smile. Bulma's mood quickly turned from the sunny excitement of pre-shopping to a stony gloom at the sight of him.
"What do you want?" She asked sharply. Bulma gained a little happiness at the sight of his smoth smile faltering momentarily. Yamcha had probably hoped that she had forgotten how angry he had made her. Small chance of that happening.
"I came here to apologize, Bulma" Yamcha said seriously. "What I did was inconsiderate and I would take it back if I could. I should have given consideration to your feelings-."
"Well you can't take it back and you-!" Bulma yelled angrily.
"Please," Yamcha said, hushing her "Hear me out Bulma!" He took a breath and put on his best pleading eyes, "I . . . I love you Bulma. We belong together. If you don't take me back, I don't know what I'll do." Yamcha put his fingers over Bulma's mouth before she could snape anything else out. "Please, just say that you'll go out to dinner with me tommorow night."
Bulma was silent for a moment. Their relationship had been on and off like this for awhile now and she didn't want to get hurt again. But it was so exhausting being angry at Yamcha. She just didn't want to deal with him any longer. Yet his plea seemed so genuine and it couldn't hurt just to have dinner with him . . . "Fine! I'll have dinner with you, but it's NOT a date!"
"Thank you Bulma!" Yamcha said and grabbed up her hand to gently brush it with his lips. "You won't regret this, you'll see!" With that he turned and left.
* * * * * * *
Bulma slammed the door shut as soon as Yamcha had turned. Bulma held the hand he had kissed to her chest and leaned leisurely against the door. A blush lingered on her cheeks. After a few minutes of standing prone in that position she remembered why she had originally come to the door. She was going shoping!
This time Bulma's hand made it to the doorknob before the bell rang. She sighed, thinking that it must be Yamcha come back to grovel some more, took a breath and opened the door. "I told you that I would go so what do you want now . . . !? Oh, it's you, Son Goku . . ."
"Hi Bulma! I'm here to visit my brother . . . where did you say that you were going? I'm sorry but I must have forgotten!" Goku asked in confusion. He seemed to think that she had meant to yell at him.
"Never mind, Goku. I'll take you to your brother" Bulma said in exasperation.
"Thanks!" Goku said and stepped inside, followed by his little son.
"You brought your son!" Bulma exclaimed pleasantly. She bent down to say hello but the little boy ducked behind his fathers' legs. "Shy, isn't he?"
"I thought he should get to know his uncle!" Goku said happily and followed behind Bulma as she led him to where she had last seen Raditz.
"It's still hard to think of you as a father, Goku" Bulma admitted as she led Goku and his son to one of the numerous sitting rooms that the Briefs house featured. When she entered, Raditz looked over at her. He was still sitting exactly where she had left him. "Have you been sitting there this whole time? . . . Never mind. Goku is here to visit you."
Raditz stood and half smiled at Goku. "I'm glad that you came. We didn't have much time to talk yesterday."
"Of course I came!" Goku said smiling broadly. He then seemed to remember something and ushered Gohan out from behind him. "I brought someone I think you should meet!" He presented Gohan in front of him. "Say hello to your uncle, Gohan!"
"Good morning" said the small child while giving a small bow.
Raditz was struck silent for a moment as he realized what Goku had said. "Is he your son?" He asked Goku and pointed rudely at Gohan, who ran behind his father again.
"Uh huh!" said Goku proudly. "I didn't have time to him before. I thought that you might like to get to know him . . . and me."
Raditz nodded tightly, his eyes sparkling with emotion. "I would like that."
* * * * * * *
A few hours later Mrs. Briefs found them and declared that it was such a nice day they had to have lunch outside. Mrs. Briefs led them to one of the larger gardens where a picnic style lunch was already spread out. The saiyans dug right in and the meal was quickly consumed.
"That was delicious Mrs. Briefs!" Goku complimented as he patted his full stomach.
"Why thank you Goku! I'm glad you liked it" Mrs. Briefs replied with a smile. Little Gohan was taking a nap on her lap.
"Goku likes anything edible" Bulma said, rolling her eyes. Goku just smiled and continued to pat his stomsch contentedly.
"Raditz," Goku said once he had his fill of smiling and stomach patting, "I know that you're really strong but I'd like to see how you fight!"
"You want to spar with me? Right here?" Raditz asked, a little surprised by the sudden topic change.
"On no! No way, I don't want you guys trashing my house. If you're going to fight, do it somewhere else!" Bulma said, sensing that the capsule corp. building was in danger.
"Well I was planning on taking it out side . . ." Goku said guiltily.
* * * * * * *
A few minutes later Goku and Raditz were a safe distance away from the Capsule Corp. Building and in the wilderness. They had left Gohan still sleeping with Mrs. Briefs and Bulma. The blue haired girl had mentioned needing to go shopping . . .
"Ready when you are!" Goku said to his brother. Raditz nodded and in an eye blink he was charging at Goku. He was prepared for the attack and dodged, sending his knee into Raditz's stomach while he was at it.
The knee had little affect on Raditz and he turned to send his brother a punch. The attack landed on Goku's side and sent him backwards a few stumbling paces. Goku recovered and launched a volley of punches at his brother.
Raditz blocked every punch with one arm. He brought his free arm back to punch Goku. As Raditz let loose the fist a green hand snaked in from behind Goku and caught the fist.
"Huh?" Goku stopped paused in the fight, his expression that of confusion.
"What . . . ! You again?" Raditz exclaimed angrily as his eyes made the journey from the green hand that had stopped his fist, to the green arm attached to the arm, and up to the angry eyes that glared daggers at him.
* * * * * * *
"I see that you didn't forget me" Piccolo said as he tightened his grip on the strong warriors' fist.
"Piccolo?!" Goku exclaimed happily as he turned his head sideways and upward to get a better view of the tall green man. "What are you doing here?" Goku asked conversationally. He then seemed to notice the glaring contest between his brother and Piccolo. "Have you two already met?"
"You could say that . . . What the hell do you want Namekian?" Raditz said.
"I could ask you the same thing." Piccolo replied.
"Um . . . come on guys! Don't fight!" Goku said nervously.
Both Piccolo and Raditz turned their angry glares on Goku. "How the Hell do you know this guy?" They both demanded at the same time. Their gazes locked back into place and sparks practically flew as Raditz and Piccolo glared death at one other.
"Ah . . . well Raditz . . . Piccolo helped me save the planet last year!" Goku said on a sudden inspiration.
"Do not be mistaken! Just because I agreed to make a temporary alliance with you against that fool Garlic jr. does not make us allies!" Piccolo growled.
"Of course not" Goku agreed smiling. He then Pointed to Raditz, "This is my brother Raditz!"
"Brother?" gasped a shocked Piccolo. Raditz grinned menacingly at the gaping Piccolo.
"Um . . . If the introductions are over with, can we get back to the fight?" Goku asked as he shifted his weight impatiently.
"What ever" Piccolo said to no one in particular. His next comment was addressed to Raditz, "I don't trust you, even if you really are Goku's brother . . . no- especially if you are Goku's brother!"
Raditz snorted as Piccolo turned and walked a number of paces away and sat down in a meditative position, seemingly oblivious to the two saiyans. Raditz then shot a quick low kick at Goku, catching him off guard and reinitiating the match.
* * * * * * *
The spar ended in a stalemate. For most of the fight Raditz had dominated but Goku had managed to land a number of prime hits. Goku was almost as strong as his older brother.
Only a few hours after they had left the Capsule Corp. Manor, they returned. Piccolo, for his own reasons, had discreetly watched the rest of the fight. He had decided to follow them to the Capsule Corporation Manor with the intent of monitoring Raditz's activities until he left Earth.
I do not own Dragonball, Dragonball Z, DragonballGT, or any related stuffs. I'm borrowing the characters Vegeta, Goku, Bulma, and others from the show/manga. This story and a number of its character however, are of my creating and from my imagination so I ask that you not copy them without my permission ^.^
Please note, for those of you who were previously following this fic, that chapter five part I had the ending updated. If you don't check it out then you will be confused about this chapter @_@! So please, read the ending of chapter five part I if you have not already. Also, please keep in mind while reading this chapter that because of the events that directly followed Bardok's visit to Earth (Krillin's death and the whole thing with Piccolo) that Goku and the gang have basically forgotten about Bardok and what he had revealed. They have all basically spent their lives as they did in the actual DragonBall series!
Thank you very much SilverDragoness and Digi fan for continuing to review (I think that I may have scared the others off with my temporary hiatus! -_- ). If anyone else is reading my fic still . . . I love getting positive or helpful feedback, please review!! I suppose that there is nothing more for me to say so . . . Enjoy the next chapter of Saiyan Means Trouble!!!
Saiyan Means Trouble:
Chapter five:
The Reunion:
Part II
"So we meet again, at last. You've grown up. I recognize you though . . . Goku." The stranger said. He looked relieved, like a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. But there was a pained expression in his eyes. "You look exactly like your father."
"Who are you?" Goku asked the stranger. He had unconsciously slipped into a defensive stance.
"Yeah, how do you know Goku?" Krillin asked suspiciously.
Bulma took a step toward the stranger. There was something familiar, something not right about this guy. How does he know Goku and . . . Goku's father?
"Stay back, Bulma. We don't know what this guy is capable of" Krillin warned. He also realized that there was something about this stranger . . . "A tail! He has a tail!" Krillin exclaimed as he realized what it was that had been bothering him so much.
"You have a tail too!?" Goku asked shocked.
"So you've finally realized my identidy?" The warrior asked. A glint of amusement shone in his eyes.
"All those years ago! . . . That man with the tail who said he was Goku's father!" Bulma exclaimed as she recalled the events of eight years ago.
"I had almost forgotten that!" Krillin said as he recalled the man who had visited before his death. "But . . . Who are you?"
"I haven't forgotten that day. I may be old but I have a meticulous memory. If you youngsters recall, that warrior also warned us not to be surprised if we were ever visited by Goku's brother." Roshi said in all seriousness. "Is it safe to assume that you are the brother of whom he spoke?"
"It's true. I have come a long way to see you . . . brother." The large warrior said to Goku.
"B-brother?" Goku asked laughingly as he scratched his head and grinned goofily, "No way!" Gohan scooted behind Goku's other leg as he scuffed the dirt with Gohan's former hiding place. Since the arrival of Goku's brother, Gohan had been compleetely ignored and he was trying his best to keep it that way.
"But why are you here?" Krillin asked and igrored Goku's foolish behavior.
Goku's brother was silent for a moment. When he replied anger and sorrow warred in his eyes. His throat was tight but he ground the words out, "Bardok has been murdered. Goku, you need to know what has been happening on Vejiitasei."
Goku's hand fell from his head as his brother spoke "Bardok . . . murdered?"
"For a long while now Vejiitasei has been an unwilling member of an evil empire. For the most part we have been allowed to govern ourselves and keep our traditions but we are strictly at the mercy of a cold, heartless, murdering emperor, Freeza. We must obey the restrictions he places on us or face obliteration.
"The saiyans are a warrior race, we are born to fight, but we are not allowed our own army. The only fighting force we are allowed is a royal guard called the Saiyan Elite. Any unauthorized organized fighting force would be considered rebellion and any rebellion will be squashed by Freeza. Our only options are to stay on Vejiitasei and take domestic jobs, join the army of the empire that opresses us, or, for the strongest of us, to join the Saiyan Elite.
"Originally the royal guard was intended as an insult to the saiyan king. It implied he was weak and needed others to defend him. But our king was wise, he pretended to be insulted yet truly he knew that the Saiyan Elite would keep our strongest warriors out of Freeza's army. I am a Saiyan Elite, as was our father."
Goku's brother paused sadly for a moment before continueing, "Recently the king died and his son took the throne. During the mourning that took place after the kings death Freeza discovered that this planet was still whole even though it had been reported some years ago that the planet was destroyed. Our father had made the false report to protect you and Freeza murdered him for it."
The warrior then looked Goku straight in the eye, "I don't blame you for our fathers death. It was his decision to lie to Freeza and he did it knowing full well what the consequences would be when Freeza found out. He told me about you continued existence here on Earth. He told me that if ever something happened, I should come see you. Goku . . .
"I want you to come back to Vejiitasei with me. The new king is strong! In time he will even be strong enough to defeat Freeza. Come back to Vejiitasei with me and take revenge for our father!"
Everyone was stuck silent for a moment after the foreign warriors speech. Goku was the first to recover and break the silence, "How strong, exactly, is this Freeza?"
"Hold it, Goku!" Bulma interupted as she realized Goku was actually considering his brothers plea. "You're not considering leaving Earth are!?"
"Freeza is strong enough to destroy an entire planet with one blow. He anilities species for pleasure and whim. He is the most powerful living being know to saiyan kind." Goku's brother said, ignoring the pretty blue haired woman and her screeching.
"Earth is my home. If I go with you to Vejiitasei it will only be temporarily. I will return to Earth once Freeza is defeated." Goku replied.
"Agreed." said Goku's brother with a nod. He was relieved to have accomplished what he had set out to do, convince his brother to journey to Vejiitasei.
"Um . . . I hate to interupt, but you never gave your name." Krillin informed the stranger.
"Forgive me for not introducing myself properly," Goku's brother said to the momentarily forgotten gathering. "My name is Raditz, son of Bardok. I am Saiyan Elite."
"Do you have to go back to Vejiitasei right away?" Goku asked Raditz. "I was thinking that you might want to stay awhile on Earth. We could get to know each other . . ."
"That would be nice" Raditz replied with a small smile.
"You could stay here at the Kame House!" The Turtle Hermit offered.
"I don't think that he would want to stay here," Bulma interrupted disapprovingly before Raditz could answer. "He wouldn't learn anything about Earth on this isolated island. You are welcome to stay at the Capsule Corp. manner, Raditz."
It was settled. They didn't stay around Roshi's place for much longer after that. Once the good-byes were said, Goku and his son headed off on the Flying Nimbus, promising to visit Bulma and Raditz first thing tomorrow morning. Bulma and Roshi then left in a capsule vehicle while Roshi and Krillin remained on the island.
* * * * * * *
The rosy sun peeked over the horizon at the Capsule Corporation Manor the next morning. Bulma, at this time, was still sound asleep and snoring slightly. Her parents however were already up. Mr. Briefs was tinkering with some little gadget or another while Mrs. Briefs was busy in the kitchen preparing a grand breakfast. The Briefs's guest was awake as well. Raditz had always been an early riser and after the long nap he had suffered on his trip to Earth, he needed very little sleep.
Raditz swung his legs out of the borrowed bed and stood up. He had stayed the night in one of the manors many guest room and now he needed to find one of the manors many restrooms. After a bit of testing his memory of the tour Bulma had given him last night, Raditz found a restroom and relieved himself. As he was leaving the restroom and about to return to the guest room, Raditz smelled something interesting.
He walked off down the hallway in the direction of the smell. He soon came to a set of stairs. From there it could be identified that the smell was of food and coming from the first floor. Raditz had descended the stair case and walked a little further when he started hearing the screechings of a woman. He recognized the voice to be that of Bulma's mother, whom he had met last night. After a moment of indecision, Raditz entered the kitchen, where Bulma's mother was cooking.
"Good morning Raditz!" Mrs. Briefs chirped to the tall man as he entered. "How do you like your eggs dear? You do know what eggs are don't you?"
"Yes. I like the yolk runny . . . please." He said awkwardly as he tried to stand out of the way. "Where is your husband?"
"Oh! You're so polite!" Mrs. Briefs said in delight. Her arms were flying as she tried to manage all of the cooking dishes at once. "I'm sure that daddy is around somewhere! He's probally fiddling with some toy or another."
Mrs. And Mr. Briefs had been surprised be the guest that their daughter Bulma had brought over for dinner yesterday but both were delighted to have a house guest. Especially Mrs. Briefs who delighted in entertaining visitors and the like.
"Why don't you have a seat at the table dear . . . or if you would prefer to do something you could help mind the bacon! Bulma doesn't usually get up very early but breakfast should be ready soon."
Raditz decided to help Mrs. Briefs while she continued to chat cheerfully and cook. It wasn't all that long before the meal was ready and they were putting the plates on the table. Just as the pair were sitting down at the small breakfast table in the kitchen, a freshly showered Bulma entered the room.
"Good morning mom, Raditz!" Bulma said as she sat down with them. Her shoulder length blue hair was newly combed and she wore a short sun dress with a floral print.
"You wouldn't start breakfast with out me, would you!?" Mr. Briefs asked as he entered from a side door.
Raditz glanced up at Mr. Briefs as he entered and something on his shoulder caught Raditz's attention. It was small black and furry with two wide eyes. The eyes blinked at Raditz. "What is that!?" He blurted out.
"Tama?" Bulma asked in confusion after following Raditz's gaze. "He's our pet cat."
"Pet . . . cat?" asked Raditz uneasily.
"You know, domesticated animals?" Bulma explained sarcastically.
"We don't have 'domesticated animals' on my planet . . ." Raditz replied, still unsure. "What does it do?"
"Do? It doesn't do a-" Bulma started grumpily. It was too early in the morning to be playing twenty questions with an alien.
"It's cute and loveable and it keeps daddy company!" piped in Mrs. Briefs before her daughter could complete her less-than-polite reply.
"Oh . . ." Raditz said lamely. He still didn't quite understand the "cat's" purpose, but at least now he was sure that it wasn't a threat.
"Well, dig in!" Mrs. Encouraged cheerfully. "I made plenty extra this morning because I know how much Goku likes to eat and I'm sure that his brother must be the same!"
* * * * * * *
When Breakfast was over Mr. Briefs returned to his lad while Mrs. Briefs went to the gardens to tend plants. Bulma was planning on shopping and leaving Raditz to his own devices until she came back. Just as Bulma was about to open the door and go, the doorbell rang. Her already half-extended arm froze for a moment in surprise before spanning the rest of the distance to the doorknob. She turned the handle and the door swung open to reveal Yamcha.
He wore a respectable blue suit and the faint scent of cologne hung around him. In his hands he grasped a bouquet of red roses and on his face he wore a charming smile. Bulma's mood quickly turned from the sunny excitement of pre-shopping to a stony gloom at the sight of him.
"What do you want?" She asked sharply. Bulma gained a little happiness at the sight of his smoth smile faltering momentarily. Yamcha had probably hoped that she had forgotten how angry he had made her. Small chance of that happening.
"I came here to apologize, Bulma" Yamcha said seriously. "What I did was inconsiderate and I would take it back if I could. I should have given consideration to your feelings-."
"Well you can't take it back and you-!" Bulma yelled angrily.
"Please," Yamcha said, hushing her "Hear me out Bulma!" He took a breath and put on his best pleading eyes, "I . . . I love you Bulma. We belong together. If you don't take me back, I don't know what I'll do." Yamcha put his fingers over Bulma's mouth before she could snape anything else out. "Please, just say that you'll go out to dinner with me tommorow night."
Bulma was silent for a moment. Their relationship had been on and off like this for awhile now and she didn't want to get hurt again. But it was so exhausting being angry at Yamcha. She just didn't want to deal with him any longer. Yet his plea seemed so genuine and it couldn't hurt just to have dinner with him . . . "Fine! I'll have dinner with you, but it's NOT a date!"
"Thank you Bulma!" Yamcha said and grabbed up her hand to gently brush it with his lips. "You won't regret this, you'll see!" With that he turned and left.
* * * * * * *
Bulma slammed the door shut as soon as Yamcha had turned. Bulma held the hand he had kissed to her chest and leaned leisurely against the door. A blush lingered on her cheeks. After a few minutes of standing prone in that position she remembered why she had originally come to the door. She was going shoping!
This time Bulma's hand made it to the doorknob before the bell rang. She sighed, thinking that it must be Yamcha come back to grovel some more, took a breath and opened the door. "I told you that I would go so what do you want now . . . !? Oh, it's you, Son Goku . . ."
"Hi Bulma! I'm here to visit my brother . . . where did you say that you were going? I'm sorry but I must have forgotten!" Goku asked in confusion. He seemed to think that she had meant to yell at him.
"Never mind, Goku. I'll take you to your brother" Bulma said in exasperation.
"Thanks!" Goku said and stepped inside, followed by his little son.
"You brought your son!" Bulma exclaimed pleasantly. She bent down to say hello but the little boy ducked behind his fathers' legs. "Shy, isn't he?"
"I thought he should get to know his uncle!" Goku said happily and followed behind Bulma as she led him to where she had last seen Raditz.
"It's still hard to think of you as a father, Goku" Bulma admitted as she led Goku and his son to one of the numerous sitting rooms that the Briefs house featured. When she entered, Raditz looked over at her. He was still sitting exactly where she had left him. "Have you been sitting there this whole time? . . . Never mind. Goku is here to visit you."
Raditz stood and half smiled at Goku. "I'm glad that you came. We didn't have much time to talk yesterday."
"Of course I came!" Goku said smiling broadly. He then seemed to remember something and ushered Gohan out from behind him. "I brought someone I think you should meet!" He presented Gohan in front of him. "Say hello to your uncle, Gohan!"
"Good morning" said the small child while giving a small bow.
Raditz was struck silent for a moment as he realized what Goku had said. "Is he your son?" He asked Goku and pointed rudely at Gohan, who ran behind his father again.
"Uh huh!" said Goku proudly. "I didn't have time to him before. I thought that you might like to get to know him . . . and me."
Raditz nodded tightly, his eyes sparkling with emotion. "I would like that."
* * * * * * *
A few hours later Mrs. Briefs found them and declared that it was such a nice day they had to have lunch outside. Mrs. Briefs led them to one of the larger gardens where a picnic style lunch was already spread out. The saiyans dug right in and the meal was quickly consumed.
"That was delicious Mrs. Briefs!" Goku complimented as he patted his full stomach.
"Why thank you Goku! I'm glad you liked it" Mrs. Briefs replied with a smile. Little Gohan was taking a nap on her lap.
"Goku likes anything edible" Bulma said, rolling her eyes. Goku just smiled and continued to pat his stomsch contentedly.
"Raditz," Goku said once he had his fill of smiling and stomach patting, "I know that you're really strong but I'd like to see how you fight!"
"You want to spar with me? Right here?" Raditz asked, a little surprised by the sudden topic change.
"On no! No way, I don't want you guys trashing my house. If you're going to fight, do it somewhere else!" Bulma said, sensing that the capsule corp. building was in danger.
"Well I was planning on taking it out side . . ." Goku said guiltily.
* * * * * * *
A few minutes later Goku and Raditz were a safe distance away from the Capsule Corp. Building and in the wilderness. They had left Gohan still sleeping with Mrs. Briefs and Bulma. The blue haired girl had mentioned needing to go shopping . . .
"Ready when you are!" Goku said to his brother. Raditz nodded and in an eye blink he was charging at Goku. He was prepared for the attack and dodged, sending his knee into Raditz's stomach while he was at it.
The knee had little affect on Raditz and he turned to send his brother a punch. The attack landed on Goku's side and sent him backwards a few stumbling paces. Goku recovered and launched a volley of punches at his brother.
Raditz blocked every punch with one arm. He brought his free arm back to punch Goku. As Raditz let loose the fist a green hand snaked in from behind Goku and caught the fist.
"Huh?" Goku stopped paused in the fight, his expression that of confusion.
"What . . . ! You again?" Raditz exclaimed angrily as his eyes made the journey from the green hand that had stopped his fist, to the green arm attached to the arm, and up to the angry eyes that glared daggers at him.
* * * * * * *
"I see that you didn't forget me" Piccolo said as he tightened his grip on the strong warriors' fist.
"Piccolo?!" Goku exclaimed happily as he turned his head sideways and upward to get a better view of the tall green man. "What are you doing here?" Goku asked conversationally. He then seemed to notice the glaring contest between his brother and Piccolo. "Have you two already met?"
"You could say that . . . What the hell do you want Namekian?" Raditz said.
"I could ask you the same thing." Piccolo replied.
"Um . . . come on guys! Don't fight!" Goku said nervously.
Both Piccolo and Raditz turned their angry glares on Goku. "How the Hell do you know this guy?" They both demanded at the same time. Their gazes locked back into place and sparks practically flew as Raditz and Piccolo glared death at one other.
"Ah . . . well Raditz . . . Piccolo helped me save the planet last year!" Goku said on a sudden inspiration.
"Do not be mistaken! Just because I agreed to make a temporary alliance with you against that fool Garlic jr. does not make us allies!" Piccolo growled.
"Of course not" Goku agreed smiling. He then Pointed to Raditz, "This is my brother Raditz!"
"Brother?" gasped a shocked Piccolo. Raditz grinned menacingly at the gaping Piccolo.
"Um . . . If the introductions are over with, can we get back to the fight?" Goku asked as he shifted his weight impatiently.
"What ever" Piccolo said to no one in particular. His next comment was addressed to Raditz, "I don't trust you, even if you really are Goku's brother . . . no- especially if you are Goku's brother!"
Raditz snorted as Piccolo turned and walked a number of paces away and sat down in a meditative position, seemingly oblivious to the two saiyans. Raditz then shot a quick low kick at Goku, catching him off guard and reinitiating the match.
* * * * * * *
The spar ended in a stalemate. For most of the fight Raditz had dominated but Goku had managed to land a number of prime hits. Goku was almost as strong as his older brother.
Only a few hours after they had left the Capsule Corp. Manor, they returned. Piccolo, for his own reasons, had discreetly watched the rest of the fight. He had decided to follow them to the Capsule Corporation Manor with the intent of monitoring Raditz's activities until he left Earth.
