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Radditz paced angrily. It had been a week since he had lost his brother and still no clues as to where he had disappeared to have arisen. No findings of who done it and what they got from it, no information as to what it was and how the humans had gained it. They had seen many battles and each time the technology got better and better. The guns could finally at least scratch the skin of a Sayain and the shells of their tanks could do sufficient damage. But whatever had attacked his brother and his comrade was enough to kill one if desired, if not then it would put them in so much pain they would at least collapse.

The attack consisted of a small, very sharp dart. This was fired at such a speed that it could penetrate the armour and when aimed was supposed to lodge itself between two of the vertebrae. If lodged far enough it would rupture the spinal cord and would result in death, however if only a small penetration occurred then only severe pain was ensured, until the needle was removed.

The chances of the dart penetrating slightly were very, very small due to the hardness of controlling how far it went into the spine from a distance. Attacks like that were usually aimed to kill and from what the doctor had said it was extremely lucky his comrade hadn't, the dart was a mere 2 mm away from his spinal cord. Whoever attacked them had set out to kill them and by the looks of it they had succeeded.

So here he sat, the new moon shining weakly above him in the thick blackness of the sky. The stars above him twinkled like the tears he knew fell down his mothers face; he had received word from both his father and his sisters, both messages of anger and revenge. Neither understood his passion to tear the ones who killed Kakarott to pieces but they had a point, this was a family matter and he would now do everything he could to bring the killers or their leader to his family and hopefully before the king.

Furiously he blasted them with every ounce of energy he could muster, his fists flying at them through the smoke. His body scared with their prevailing attacks and the small cuts upon his skin coating the flesh of his body with a thin layer of blood.

In the smoke he moved quickly, the light of the fires illuminating him like a silhouette against the thick grey clouds. His messy black hair reflecting the light via his sweat covered body and hair. His green armour broke and cracked from multiple attacks and the red material belt that sat loose around his waist now torn and barely held onto him.

His hair sat spewing in all directions, blacker than nothingness and drenched with sweat from his attempts to escape and stop whoever was attacking. This place had been a secret location and he had no idea as to who had let them in on its whereabouts.

He would defend the information in the cabinet behind him with his life, ensuring that the file and its contents go with him should he be defeated. The humans needed new information obviously as they attacked with more might than ever, the contents of the files important to their cause due to the power of weaponry that it stored. It was Sayain technology they had for guns, Sayain technology the used for tanks and armour and it was Sayain technology that killed his son.

And here stood the culprits, the very men and machines that had taken his son from him. Come here to find more ways of killing the Sayains, to tease and taunt him of his sons passing and the agony he felt, giving vivid descriptions as to how he fought and how he died. And it made him angry, naturally, the anger that now surged through his veins keeping him upright and fighting.

With one last blast the tank before him exploded, to his surprise he found no men operating the machine, just pieces of mangled, electronic limbs and bodies made of metal. This army was running on machines, it appeared even the people were machines but there must have been a few real people in there, blood covered the inside of the tanks remains, his eyes soar as they suddenly adjusted to the change of light intensity.

Inside laid the darts, loaded and ready to be fired. Hundreds of them all lined up in a row, pieces of surviving paper littered the area that had once been his lab. His chemicals and bottles lay shattered and spread all over the floor of his room. Collection what evidence he could he left the room, the large filing cabinet being dragged roughly behind him, his body tired and limping as he left for home.

"For the god's sake Bardock would you put that stupid piece of paper down and rest?" Tannupa screamed angrily at her husband, not more than a day a go he had come stumbling through their front door, tired, dirty and covered with blood. He had refused a rejuvenation tank and gone straight to wash and bed.

Now first thing in the morning he was in his small lab and studying already. It infuriated her, his body was covered in bandages and plasters and here he sat still trying to discover new things, new clues to be found.

Sighing she left the room, she knew he worked for their son right now. To find out how he died wasn't what she was expecting from him when she saw the sorrow and anger on his face last night. At least they had caught them she supposed, well destroyed them. Machines being used as an army would make sense to her, they were easily replaced and their emotions could be controlled, they wouldn't disobey orders and they would remain loyal. But where the money to carry out such production came from she never knew.

The corridors were silent now; the large door of her youngest child's room shut tightly, the dim light that shone behind it seeping out under the door. Opening the door it creaked loudly, the room well kept and tidy. She came in here everyday to ensure that things were kept exactly how he left them, so that if he returned he would know he was home.

As bleak as things looked, as his mother she kept that small spark of hope alive, looking to the good things when it seemed only bad could be found. She knew his death was a high chance but something inside her told her he wasn't, she could still feel that warmth of physical love connected to him and watching the small black haired girl that sat sadly at the window she knew his mate felt the same.

Chichi could feel him inside her, a warm comfort that kept her hope alight, feeding the fire that kept her faith alive. Everyday she watched the road leading to their home, watching and waiting for her lost lover to come home. Day after day saw nothing, his death a belief now rising in her mind.

She felt her hand on her shoulder since he had left to fight; she and his mother had grown closer and now so even more as they comforted each other over their loss. For Chichi this had been the hardest week of her life, the grief she felt now could be compared to nothing, not even the grief she felt when she lost her parents.

"I just want him to come home Tannupa, I just want him to come home" her voice broke as she cried into the older woman's shoulders, her stronger hands delicately stroking her hair and shushing her tears.

"We all want him home dear, where it's safe and warm. But we have to accept that maybe he isn't ever going to walk down that path. But we have to keep our hopes alive at the same time." Chichi's tears increased and Tannupa held her, her own silent sorrows falling from her closed eyes.

Sharply both jumped round, Tannupa on her feet and ready to attack as the loud bang of the suddenly opened door echoed through her home. Slowly she stepped back towards Chichi, the look on her husbands face not a promising one, as she saw signs of definite tears in his eyes. To his side her eldest, her small hands opening out as he slowly walked towards her, her arms wrapping around him as soon as she got to him, the boy was so much taller than she was and the bushy hair that sat on his back was softer than it looked, smiling she hugged him once more before pulling away. At least she knew her other baby was ok.

Radditz looked only to the floor as his mother held him, his large arms holding her as he suppressed the immense sorrow and anger he felt. As she backed away he watched her smile vanish, her view just over his shoulder as he heard her gasp.

For Chichi it was all slow motion as she watched the four small Sayains walk into the room, each holding one corner post of a white stretcher. Tears falling fast as she beheld her lover lying on the soft white material. Time was frozen for her, her eyes watching his mother as she ran to the her still son that lay before her.

As they put the stretcher to the floor she sank to her knees, Chichi finally joining Tannupa's side and she held the cold hand of her mate. Bardock immediately walked to his wife, his arms holding her wailing body, the words of anger and suffering ringing through his ears as she spoke into his neck. Radditz could only watch the scene, his sisters now sitting with Chichi.

He hadn't wanted to believe his brother was dead; it just didn't seem possible that this could have happened. He had his men searching long and hard, day and night for his younger sibling and when one day they returned to him with the small man in their arms his hope was destroyed. His skin was pale and his chest still, in brief he was gone. Sighing he bowed his head, praying to the Gods.

TBC

Not finished yet but I don't think I'm far. Hope you liked it, please review. Took me a while to write this chapter and to say I'm not too proud of how I conveyed a lot of things but oh well, can change them if needed. Please tell me what you think.

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