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Chapter 2

Nappa and Raditz lounged about lazily in their apartment watching television. There was no mission for them today, but Prince Vegeta had insisted on training extra hard. The Spring Tournament was coming up soon and the little saiyan was eager to compete against Frieza's best men. In fact, he rarely spoke of anything else. It was always "Do you think I'll find that man who stole my lunch? Boy, would I love to beat his face in!" and "Wouldn't it be lucky if Zarbon decided to compete? That would be awesome! Then I could show him my new move! He'll never know what hit him!" Frankly, it was getting annoying and the older saiyans couldn't wait for it to be over. The older and more experienced fighters rarely entered anyway. The Tournaments were mainly geared towards the youngsters and the new recruits. However, sometimes some of the stronger fighters did participate. For example, there was a rumor going around that Zarbon would enter this season.

However, training was over and the prince was off taking a shower. Nappa sat in the recliner as he flipped channels and Raditz seemed to be reading a notice of some sort.

"Stupid TV, there's never anything good on! Hey, Raditz whatcha reading?"

"Seems like some kind of contest. Vegeta had it."

"Vegeta can't read."

"He can, a bit. Besides he just wanted to make fun of the people in the picture."

"Let me see, the Ginyu Force? They look like a bunch of circus freaks!"

"Don't they? Look here 'One lucky youngster gets to spend a whole week with the Ginyu Force. You do not need to enter to win.' How can you win if you don't enter? That's retarded!"

"Who'd want to win?" Nappa replied with a disgusted and clearly superior tone. Raditz chuckled sinisterly.

"It'd be funny if Vegeta won."

"What! Don't even joke about that. He's been traumatized enough with his planet destroyed, his father killed, and being sold into a life of servitude. Who'd take care of him, anyway? He's still too young to be on his own."

"Are you serious? He does most things on his own anyway. You don't look after him." Just then, a child's voice got their attention.

"Nappa!" Vegeta called insistently, standing near the closet. He was stark naked and shivering with his tail, thin and dripping held close to his body. He was still too young to understand the concept of modesty, but he did understand cold and wet. "Nappa, do we have any clean towels left? I can't find any."

"Um, yeah, just wait there and I'll bring you one", Nappa replied and almost leaped from his seat to tend to his prince. Raditz watched from his seat as Nappa rushed off and returned with a clean red towel and wrapped it around the shivering little boy. "Now you hurry and dry off, we don't want you catching cold."

"Me hurry? You're the one who took so long getting the towel. Besides, who ever heard of a saiyan catching a cold?" With that, Vegeta retreated to the bedroom that the three of them shared to get ready for bed.

"I take it back; you do take care of him. But you know, you can't do stuff like that in public. It'd be humiliating…for me."

"Yeah, whatever, I'll be back. I'm going to tell the prince a bedtime story."

"Not that Super Saiyan bull again! Nappa, he believes in that stuff. Why are you encouraging him?"

"Because that's all he's got!" Nappa shot Raditz a look to remind him who was the elite soldier here. "I keep telling him the same story because he hasn't got anything else to believe in and hope for anymore. Every kid needs something to look forward too. Every kid needs something that he wants to be when he grows up. Well, he can't be a king anymore, so he wants to be a super saiyan. At least he's not making up some creepy imaginary friends or anything."

Nappa walked off and Raditz sat and reflected on the little makeshift family that they had created. The first things that Raditz realized when he found out that his planet was destroyed, was that all he had left was the other saiyans. Okay, that's a lie, the first thing that he realized was "Holy shit, I'm one lucky bastard!" and upon discovering that the only other survivors were the five-year-old prince and the top leader of the saiyan military, he thought, "What are the chances of that?". Something told him that the entire setup, the destruction of the planet and the saiyans except for three was just too coincidental. Kind of like the Big Bang Theory, it just seemed too improbable to him. Nevertheless, that's off subject, we're trying to be sentimental here.

One of the greatest downsides of being a saiyan is that saiyans are natural loners. They spend a lot of time on their own and generally enjoy things that way. Even the three survivors were hardly ever together at the same time. Raditz would go on a mission with some people that he'd never met, then Nappa would be off on an elite assignment, and Vegeta would be on base fending for himself. However, somehow they would find each other and start going on about all the fun that the others had missed. It wasn't that they didn't have other friends either. Vegeta often ran off with some older boys to play, and they would make fun of him for being short but still respected him because he could blow them to bits. There was just a certain degree of companionship that only a saiyan could provide. That's why even after Raditz got into a fight with Nappa or Vegeta got angry with Raditz for some stupid thing, the three of them would eventually in an unspoken way forgive each other their faults and move on with life.

"Great, now I have a headache," Raditz muttered to himself", let's never reflect on anything again." With that, he uprooted himself from the couch and went to bed.

Author's note: I think this chapter was cute and while it may seem to have no purpose to you, I wanted to develop the characters of the three saiyans before thrusting them into a plot. Please Review and thank you for your time.