A/N: Here' the second chapter! Enjoy! I re-wrote this chappie almost three times...I hope it came out well...And this chapter contains no japanese (though japanese language has a little part in the whole story and I'll promise when in near future people speak japanese it's writtenbold.)

Eismaus: Thank you! Read on and enjoy!

LauraNeatO: Yeah...I really should stick only to English, but sometimes I can't help myself... This chapter should not contain any japanese...Hope you enjoy! Oh! And I like your story "Goku's humored"( Only Trunks/Pan fic that doesn't make me sick...) and I really should get around to review it sometime...P

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Chapter II – Welcome aboard

Raditz, almost seriously injured and suffled looking, knelt before Lord Frieza his little brother and nephew lying unconscious in front of him. Frieza fixed his ruby gaze on the two prone forms on the floor. The man was lying face down flat on his stomach and the boy was draped over him.

The white lizard tapped his scouter and took their powerlevels with indifferent look to him and Raditz felt a cold sweat running down his neck and stinging in his wounds. He was alone, kneeling in front Lord Frieza, the ruler of the most parts of the Northern Galaxy. His prince and Nappa were on a mission in the other part of the Galaxy and would be back in couple of months. Only good thing was that both Zarbon and Dodoria were off somewhere else, and not by their masters side like usually. Not impossible but extremely rare for them not being there. Raditz thanked Kami for their absence. God now what they could have done with him when his companions weren't there. He was the weakest of their group of three and more prone to beatings.

It felt weird to be in front and not behind prince Vegeta, going unnoticed and ignored as always but Frieza's attention was now fully on Raditz, who suddenly had become to appreciate his comrades company greatly. Vegeta and Nappa didn't know it how thankful he was for their company anyway and now the appreciation increased enormously.

" Their powerlevels are pathetically low. No more than an animals. Are you sure they did mangle you up and not somebody else, Saiya-jin?" Frieza said questioned his tone of voice colder than the absolute zero point. The wild-maned Saiyajin warrior flinched at the tone, but hid it quickly. This wasn't going too well…How he hoped prince Vegeta would be there to speak. He knew always what to say to their Lord and master to calm him down.

" Yes Lord Frieza. I had to beat them pretty bad before I managed to knock them out…And He is a third class warrior. What you can expect from a third class and a half-breed brat, milord?" he answered trying to sound someone with dry humor.

" A third class beat you up Raditz?" Frieza chuckled, amused. " How's that possible, may I inquire?"

May I inquire… meant clearly: speak up and it better be the truth or/and I'll beat you up.

" He had help, Lord Frieza. And his powerlevel is that of a third class, but he's got stamina and speed." It was true. All the Chikyuu-jins powerlevel had been been ridiculous and Raditz didn't ahve any idea how they could have such high speed and stamina, but no power whatsoever.

Frieza nodded curtly. This was good...he smirked ruefully. More monkeys to play with. These ones should be easy to break… Ah! He could already feel their screams of pain and fear. The blood seeping from the wounds staining his hands and their bodies… the light dim from their black and mysterious eyes…They'd make perfect purgers… Saiya-jins had always been his favorite choice of amusement. So hard to brake...So persistant... He fell deeper into his personal day dream.

Raditz took a careful glance under his brows and gritted his teeth. A cold twisted smile was planted on the lizard creature's face eyes shrunken in sadistic pleasure. The Saiyajin male's stomach twisted in knots and he felt like vomiting. That look…He remembered it too well. He just could hope he would make it alive since he was already beaten up. Around Frieza it was always safe to picture the worst case scenario for it never was too far away from that.

The lizard stood up and walked over the two like a cat after drinking all the cream from the can. The man laying on the floor was badly hurt and a puddle of crimson blood was beginning to form under him staining the floor. His legs and arms seemed to be broken and nose broken, he noted with twisted satisfaction.

He was clad only in orange gi pants which were torn and almost red from all the blood and his black wild hair was matted with it. Frieza noted also that he was much skinnier than the Saiya-jins he had had in his service all those years ago.This Saiya-jin didn't have that much of muscle and was definitely shorter than Nappa or Raditz. Maybe little taller than the prince. But this Saiya-jin scum didn't have tail... that needed to be taken care of, Frieza frowned. Raditz shrunk little back, which luckily went unnoticed by the Ruler of the Northern Galaxy.

He kicked the boy off and picked the full-grown Saiyajin up by his neck. Goku made a slight noise indicating pain in his unconscious state and coughed up blood and saliva.

Frieza gasped, his eyes widening in recognition. The mighty ruler dropped the Saiya-jin like he had just burned his hand, unceremoniously on the floor and took a step back. It couldn't be…He killed him! He was the first one to die! It coulnd't be!

Raditz cocked and eyebrow inwardly at the display of shock in front of him trying to contain his trembling and fear.

" What…What is his… name?" Frieza half-yelled his voice thick with surpassed anger and hate.

" Kakarott, milord. He's almost exact copy of his father…Bardock, sir." The kneeling Saiyajin said sounding bored. What the hell was going on? Frieza usually gave a fuck about names of his soldiers. Why was Lord Frieza so distressed over his little brother? Little brother...he grimaced at the term. It just didn't sound right yet.

" Put them in regeneration tanks and then train them. Zarbon and Dodoria will train Kakarott. They'll make excellent lower class purgers." Frieza ordered and spat the word Kakarott like something nasty and yet something fun to play with.

" Uh… Lord Frieza…what about the brat?"

" Heal him and do whatever you want with him! Now. I could care less about him! Dismissed!"

Zarbon and Dodoria emerged from the back shadow of the throne room to Raditz's worst fear. They had been there all the time! Why he didn't smell them? He could recognize those foul and abhorred scents anywhere! Frieza's two subordinates dragged the Earthling Saiya-jins out of the room, Raditz sauntering behind them like he couldn't care less. In reality he just wanted to get the hell out of Frieza's sight before he decided to have some 'fun' with him or Zarbon and Dodoria would pick on him, get a nice healing and new armor and go sleeping and wish tomorrow wasn't going to be his death day.

The door shut with a hiss.

" Kakarott, huh…" he said to himself like:" there's an apple on the table." He went at the minibar and took out some cognac, pouring the mahjong liquid to the glass and sipped it slowly. It was one of the most expensive and rarest type of alcohol in the whole Universe and spared for the thinking moments like this. Too bad he didn't know about Earth and it's lenghty extent of drinks and alcohol products. Frieza automatically presumed that Raditz had renovated the planet to ashes while gathering that Saiya-jin and half-breed. No one really knew much of Earth except it was worthless, located on the very end of the Northern Galxy and it had proposteously low tehcnological advancement. Wiping the whole concept of Earth out of his mind, it didn't exist anymore, he walked to watch out of the window at the empty space.

So the man who dared to stand up to him at the end had a son…Bardock…

He crushed the frail cognac class in his fist cutting himself. Bardock had defied him…and he was a Saiya-jin…no one had ever defied him before. No alien King, no advisor or newly conquered race had ever dared to cross his path and opinions. Everybody had always feared him and if they had defied him they had died crying for mercy and weeping pathetically. In the end he was always feared and submitted, but that cursed Saiyajin hadn't been afraid… He had killed the accursed monkey shit yes…But it wasn't enough! He had still done it! He hadn't been scared of him! He had openly defied him, his rule, his authoritet infonr of his elite troops!

The anger was coursing thru his very being and twisted his face in horrible mad mask of rage. He would pay! If not him then the boy who carried his blood. In a way or another…

He made a mental note to tell Zarbon and Dodoria to do extra hard work with him. He had to be stronger before Frieza could give him punishments personally. Otherwise he would die too fast and that was no fun at all.


'Gohan...'

First thing he felt was how he was dragged by his leg and it hurt like hell. All his senses were so messed up and the white pain was throwing his thoughts off and the pain was making him extremely nauseous.

Goku cracked one pained eye open and then another and was greetd with headache as the colors and shapes blurred together into wild dance, twisting the reality. He quickly shut his eyes and managed to bit off the scream of pain that was about to tore through his throat. He was in some much pain that he didn't even feel as he was hoisted up and placed inside the healing chamber.

Something was placed to his face and it covered his nose and mouth. He was about to struggle and even the thought of doing so sent him back to half-unconsciousness. His only thought at the moment was that there was too much pure, raw and uncontrolled chi around Huge massive amount of it. It was overwhelming his senses and the pure badness of it...too much of it...can't be good... no wonder he felt so messed up...sleep...heal...

Something warm, liquid like substance soon enveloped him and Goku could feel it beginning to work its work of healing. The sleeping gas soon took away his mind as he suddenly became aware of Gohan's small, but steady chi near, almost next to him.

' Gohan...'

And he was in the darkness again.


A/N: Sorry, no gurls this time and this will be kinda slow-moving fic so 'no killing the messenger aka author, ok?'

And to clear up somethings right from the start: Frieza doesn't know that Radizt is also Bardock's son and Goku's brother. He never bothered to check out the status of 'worthless Saiya-jin idiot'.

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