Destiny's Altered Chapter 2 By: The Broken Blood Chamber (Jessica Warner)

A/N: Hm...and the plot thickens?

"Today Radditz is being sent away on another mission. He is growing stronger, and using methods other than my own. Where as I fight, and though I never lose, allow myself to be torn up, and every time I recovery it increases my stregth. My dear son hardly ever comes back with a scratch, and always an increased power level. Celipa is encouraging me to see him, but I simply can't. I will be nothing but a dissapointment. I cannot dissapoint him the way I did her. "

Radditz had been up all hours of the night reading the journal. It started at his birth, and the most recent entry was 2 days before the incident. His eyes filled with tears to finally know how his father felt. His eyes ran over the pages and were suddenly distracted as he saw 3 bold words in red on the top of the page.

"The Red Rebellion"

He flipped through the book and found a section of pages that, suprisingly, were not about Radditz, Celipa, and Kakkarot. He read eagerly. It stated his creation, artificial moon-light, and it's original purpose. It wasn't for war, not on other planets, anyway.

Radditz's eyes bulged nearly from his head and his mouth fell. His father had started a revolution against Frieza..and King Vegeta was listed as the next target! As his eyes ran over the page in disbelief, he wondered..had Vegeta known this when he chose to penetrate his chest with energy? Had Frieza known this when he tried to remove Bardock before going for the planet?

A thousand questions, a thousand words raced through Radditz's skull, until he felt a migrane coming on. He tossed the book from the bed and grabbed his head in pain. When he looked over he noticed his fathers red bandana hanging out from the back page and back cover.

He picked it up in his hand, it smelled and felt like his father. It comforted him, and he needed it, for he was so intensely lost. He had grown to despise his father for the lack of love and care he put forth Radditz's way, and now he realized it was there all along. And then the guilt struck, perhaps if he could have pushed a little further he would have broken the barrier Bardock built (and wrote about) and they would have had time. If Radditz had been at his side...King Vegeta would not have stood a chance.

He clenched his pale fingers over the red bandana. The darkened room hid most of his face, but the light of the cresent moon shone in from the window and danced on the cold tears that came in slow quiet streams. He tied it around his head, and pulled the majority of his hair free from it. A determined look spread across his face.

Picking up the book again, he quickly looked up the members of the Rebellion that his father had signed on and trusted. He would seek them out, and King and Prince would pay for their 'fun'. Tonight, emotions of love would build up an even stronger hate, and hate was something any and every saiyan knew how to use. Radditz stood on his feet, the sheet falling from his masculine frame.

He walked quietly to his closet, and pushing a button the door opened with little noise. He pulled out a skin tight black suit and slid into it. It made ever curve perfect with his body, and outlined ever muscle. He pulled out a battered peice of armor. It had been his fathers, after the battle with Frieza, and though Bardock insisted on discarding it, Radditz kept it close, and hidden. Hidden along with his feelings, his hate, all the rage that bottled up inside him.

His trembling lips whispered softly, "My mother died, and my father made certain that it was not in vain. And now my father has died, and it will not be in vain!"

He slipped into the battered armor, and pulled out a pair of gloves, and a pair of boots. He quickly slipped into them, and pulled out a scouter. Quietly he put it in place on his ear.

"It's time," He wiped away his tears and let the rage build. He let it bottle, soon it would explode.

Prince Vegeta sat idly on the chair next to his fathers thrown.

"Father, I'm bored, I need something to destroy!" Vegeta whined.

His father looked down at him sternly, "I get the feeling you will have plenty to do, soon enough."

Quiet footsteps entered the main hall. Both King and Prince looked up. King, lovingly, and the Prince, annoyed. Queen Berose walked softly, smiling tenderly at her King, her hand rubbing the swelling stomach under the velvet dress.

King Vegeta stood, and walked quickly towards her. He embraced her gently, and placed his hands on her stomach.

"What shall we call her?" Berose looked up affectionately at Vegeta.

"Let's call her Celipa." Vegeta said, hiding any indication of emotion for the name.

"Celipa, that's cute. Someone you knew?" Berose asked, hiding her annoyance. Vegeta still thought Berose knew nothing of him and Celipa's affair's. Vegeta still felt an immense hate for Bardock for stepping into Celipa's life. And Bardock, someone Berose took her aggresion out on. Bardock truly loved Celipa, and Berose knew that as he laid in her arms late at night in the gardens. She encouraged him to go for her, until finally, he did. And it ended all affairs with their pairing.

"Yes, she was a good warrior." Vegeta said, turning away, his cape flowing behind him. She sighed quietly, his backside, the most she ever got. She turned hers and walked away. If only Vegeta knew..she thought as she looked over her shoulder. She looked back at her stomach as she walked away.

"If he knew..you'd have the same fate as your father," she whispered to her womb.