6. Raditz
Raditz sat there until it got dark out, thinking about his life. He'd never been happy. First he was born, then his dad didn't like him. They just never got along. They would go for hours without talking, each in his own world, trying to ignore the other.
Then came Freiza, and his team on the purges. He'd only been in a few when Freiza blew up Vegetasei. He'd never had time to know any of them. They'd all looked down on him, the new recruit, doesn't know squat. He knew afterwards that they were doing it affectionatly, but at the time he'd hated it.
Then Freiza killed the Sayins. And who was he going to get freindly with now? Vegeta or Nappa? Like hell, they were his commanders. The others at his base? Vermin technicians and arrogant fighters that teased him constantly about his race. Again, affection, but Raditz couldn't recognize that, hell he hadn't seen it in his own race how would he see it in others?
Then he came to Earth, and died trying to make Kakerot a Sayin.
"Fat chance of that, Kakerot was smarter then I ever was" Raditz mused.
Then hell. The first place he'd met Tsii and the others. The first real friends. And they had to be in hell. Of course he was still miserable. He now knew that he should feel guilty. And all those years caught up with him. Friends who were just as guilty as him had helped him, but that didn't change anything.
And now he was, understandably, being shunned by the universe he'd killed more of then any one else. It would seem Raditz was eternally miserable. Was there no chance of him ever being happy.
And so he sat, musing on all he'd done, his first purge, those stupid ten legged animals that would plead as he tore off their legs and watched them squirm, pleading not for him to leave them alone but to make the end quick. He'd come back feeling a little sick. And of course his team made fun of him for it.
And the last purge he and the team went on, his fifth, the planet that thought their guns were so powerful. Guns that took minutes to reload and blew up in the people faces as often as not.
The stars rose and the moon came up halfway through the night. That moon, so disorienting. Raditz realized he wanted to see the three moons, rising one after another, outside the rings of spaceports and debris. The small white sun that gave off more heat then it's earthly yellow version ever could. The tangy smell that permeated all of Vegetasei, it was made up of iron and nickle mostly.
The sounds of Vegetasei civilization, the brothels of the East Port, the fighting arena in the area nammed after it. The sounds of 30000 Sayins and slaves yelling as various fights progressed in any of the 4 areas.
The feeling of power spread out across the planet, gearing up for his next purge, Anticipating finally getting past the first five, which were said to be the worst.
And then he'd been shunted off to a scouting mission. Shipped off two days early. A day before Freiza came. His last glimpse of those moons being one of anger as all the other missions came in. To commemorate the kings fiftyeth year of rule. Freiza couldn't have picked a better day.
"Is this what we're reduced to? A group of half breed with only two true Sayins left? Only two people who remember those moons?" Silently he continued: the sun, the spaceports, the whole rigid Feudal system based on power? The slaves and the rich? The technology we stole? All lost, lost forever, at the whim of a bastard worse then the race he killed.
I guess the universe benefited from that whim, but there's nothing I wouldn't do to get it back. Or even part of it. All I want is...to be home.
The man who killed more sentient beings then anyone else sat on the edge of a cliff with a case of homesickness.
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Raditz sat there until it got dark out, thinking about his life. He'd never been happy. First he was born, then his dad didn't like him. They just never got along. They would go for hours without talking, each in his own world, trying to ignore the other.
Then came Freiza, and his team on the purges. He'd only been in a few when Freiza blew up Vegetasei. He'd never had time to know any of them. They'd all looked down on him, the new recruit, doesn't know squat. He knew afterwards that they were doing it affectionatly, but at the time he'd hated it.
Then Freiza killed the Sayins. And who was he going to get freindly with now? Vegeta or Nappa? Like hell, they were his commanders. The others at his base? Vermin technicians and arrogant fighters that teased him constantly about his race. Again, affection, but Raditz couldn't recognize that, hell he hadn't seen it in his own race how would he see it in others?
Then he came to Earth, and died trying to make Kakerot a Sayin.
"Fat chance of that, Kakerot was smarter then I ever was" Raditz mused.
Then hell. The first place he'd met Tsii and the others. The first real friends. And they had to be in hell. Of course he was still miserable. He now knew that he should feel guilty. And all those years caught up with him. Friends who were just as guilty as him had helped him, but that didn't change anything.
And now he was, understandably, being shunned by the universe he'd killed more of then any one else. It would seem Raditz was eternally miserable. Was there no chance of him ever being happy.
And so he sat, musing on all he'd done, his first purge, those stupid ten legged animals that would plead as he tore off their legs and watched them squirm, pleading not for him to leave them alone but to make the end quick. He'd come back feeling a little sick. And of course his team made fun of him for it.
And the last purge he and the team went on, his fifth, the planet that thought their guns were so powerful. Guns that took minutes to reload and blew up in the people faces as often as not.
The stars rose and the moon came up halfway through the night. That moon, so disorienting. Raditz realized he wanted to see the three moons, rising one after another, outside the rings of spaceports and debris. The small white sun that gave off more heat then it's earthly yellow version ever could. The tangy smell that permeated all of Vegetasei, it was made up of iron and nickle mostly.
The sounds of Vegetasei civilization, the brothels of the East Port, the fighting arena in the area nammed after it. The sounds of 30000 Sayins and slaves yelling as various fights progressed in any of the 4 areas.
The feeling of power spread out across the planet, gearing up for his next purge, Anticipating finally getting past the first five, which were said to be the worst.
And then he'd been shunted off to a scouting mission. Shipped off two days early. A day before Freiza came. His last glimpse of those moons being one of anger as all the other missions came in. To commemorate the kings fiftyeth year of rule. Freiza couldn't have picked a better day.
"Is this what we're reduced to? A group of half breed with only two true Sayins left? Only two people who remember those moons?" Silently he continued: the sun, the spaceports, the whole rigid Feudal system based on power? The slaves and the rich? The technology we stole? All lost, lost forever, at the whim of a bastard worse then the race he killed.
I guess the universe benefited from that whim, but there's nothing I wouldn't do to get it back. Or even part of it. All I want is...to be home.
The man who killed more sentient beings then anyone else sat on the edge of a cliff with a case of homesickness.
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