His eyes twitched as the bubbles caressed his skin. The ticklish sensation woke him up. It was strange, but he felt better than ever. Suddenly, the green liquid started to disappear. While the hatch was opening, he took off the mask from his face. He stood up and stepped out the healing machine completely naked. His tail swayed behind his back while he shook his head, flinging the drops of water on the floor. For a brief moment, he glanced at his hands. He was able to feel it, a new surge of power within him. It was just as he thought, meeting that monster only increased his strength.

A smirk appeared on his face as he closed his fists tightly. His attention, however, shifted towards a reptilian doctor. "Excuse me, sir Kakarot but I've been told to let you know prince Vegeta and the rest of your group are waiting for you in the training room." His intense glare scared the doctor who took a step back.

The young Saiyan merely chuckled at the reaction and closed his eyes. "I see, thanks for letting me know. I assume those clothes are for me?" He pointed at the armor on the white table.

"A-Ah, yes sir!"

He approached the table and stared at his new garments. Without wasting time, Kakarot took the black, full-body suit and put it on. After that, he seized the armor and placed it on top of the tight uniform. He adjusted the armor properly before putting on the black boots and gauntlets. The last thing that remained on the table was a green scouter. He was reluctant for a moment, it was of no use to him. However, as a communication device, it worked perfectly.

Once he was done, his tail curled around the waist. He was ready to meet the others until a loud rumble came from his stomach. "Hm, guess I'll get something to eat." He was already on his way out until he heard footsteps.

He turned around and glared at the reptile who was sweating. "D-Didn't you hear what I said? Prince Vegeta..." He lifted a hand, forcing the doctor to shut up immediately.

"Yeah, I heard you, but let me tell you something..." He leaned forward, closer to the doctor who was nervously shaking. "I don't give a damn, got it?" The low and cold whisper caused the reptile's eyes to widen.

The Saiyan slowly backed away, revealing his dark spheres and wicked grin to the shocked doctor. Kakarot simply waved at the poor creature as he walked out of the medical room.

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Footsteps echoed through the illuminated hallway. His wild hair oscillated with each step that he made. A satisfied smile on his face as he walked towards the training room. After spending almost half an hour eating, he was finally full. The food wasn't as good as back on Earth, but at least he wasn't hungry anymore. As he moved forward, he ignored the hateful stares. His mind was mostly focused on that pink monster. He would never admit it, but that was a terrifying experience. Through all his life, he was never scared of someone's power as of Freeza's. A drop of sweat slid down his jawline just by remembering that meeting, however, there was something else besides that fear.

As he continued to walk, Kakarot closed his hands into tight fists. He was able to feel it, the boiling blood coursing through his veins. A sense of excitement and desire to surpass that monster consumed the fear of that two-horned creature. He wanted to grow stronger and show that bastard what kind of mistake it was to underestimate him.

Kakarot suddenly stopped. He snapped out of his daydream and walked into the room once the metal doors opened. As he walked inside, he noticed the control room was empty, however, behind the glass he was able to see his companions. His pupils shifted to the right and saw Nappa sitting on the floor, holding a wound located on the forehead. A smirk appeared on Kakarot's face when he saw that, but his attention quickly moved elsewhere.

In the middle of a large room, Vegeta stood with his arms crossed. The Saiyan prince glared down, at his long-haired subornative who had a difficult time breathing. Raditz's legs, arms, and face were drenched in sweat and bruises. With both hands against the floor, he tried to get up. He pushed and finally with a painful grunt rose from the floor.

"Hmph, it seems you grew somewhat stronger and durable since the last time I've beat you to a pulp."

Vegeta's remark only infuriated the older Saiyan even more. He squeezed his fists and growled at the smaller warrior. Raditz lunged at Vegeta with a fist, but it was easily avoided. The taller warrior repeated his attack and added kicks to it, but Vegeta dodged all of it without breaking a sweat. Raditz grew more and more frustrated at his situation. His worthless efforts came to an end when Vegeta decided to block the punch with a raised leg.

He stared at Raditz without any emotion whatsoever and spoke to him. "Done already... What else to expect from a low-level trash!" Vegeta pushed the older warrior away and spun. Before Raditz even saw it coming, the super-elite buried a strong and painful kick into the warrior's gut.

"Gyahh!"

The long-haired warrior was sent flying and crashing against the wall. "Tch, this is the last time I'll tolerate your failures. Let me be clear, Raditz..." Upon hearing his name, the Saiyan lifted his head and stared at Vegeta. "If Kakarot and his brat repeat something like that, again... I'll hold you responsible for it. They mess things up, you die with them, understand!?" His pupils shook, but he quickly gave a nod to his prince.

"Y-Yes, I understand."

Vegeta glared at Raditz for a couple of seconds before he turned away. "Good. Now, get out of my sight. Heal yourself or whatever, just be ready for the next mission." The flame-haired warrior moved further from Raditz who could only stare at the crimson floor.

This was so humiliating for him that he bit the flesh inside his mouth. No matter how much he tried, Vegeta was never pleased with anything he did. It was frustrating, annoying. He hated it, he loathed to be looked down and toyed around by him. After years of being nothing but a loyal servant, he reached a point where he had enough. Anger and hate, those were the only emotions he felt towards the Saiyan prince. If he was anywhere near his level, he would kill the arrogant bastard, but that was impossible, after all, he was just a low-class.

Raditz rose from the ground, defeated and humiliated in front of the boy. He turned his head away and marched towards the exit while holding his left arm. His ears twitched at the noise coming from Nappa. The bald Saiyan was laughing, but Raditz remained silent. His expression darkened as he walked out of the room. Once the doors closed behind his back, Raditz punched the wall, causing it to crack.

His dark orbs trembled out of intense rage while he gritted his teeth. "Those two, I'll kill..." Raditz suddenly realized he wasn't alone and halted. He lifted his tired head and gazed to the side, only to see his younger brother there.

"K-Kakarot?"

The wild-haired Saiyan didn't say a word. He wore a serious expression and just continued to stare into his bother's eyes. They remained like that for almost a minute until Raditz finally looked away. His older brother approached and pushed him aside, without uttering a single word. Kakarot didn't say anything and simply waited until the doors closed. Slowly, he turned around. His serious expression vanished, replaced with a smile while his tail shifted around the waist. There was a different glint in his eyes as he stared at doors. However, the young Saiyan snapped out of it and cracked his knuckles before joining his son in the room.

Upon hearing the noise coming from the doors, Vegeta and Nappa shifted their attention there. Kakarot walked inside the training room prepared for what is to come. He was well aware Vegeta was punishing them, that was pretty obvious. While he hated the thought of being someone else's ragdoll, he also knew this was advantageous. Of course, he was a lot weaker than the Saiyan prince, but that didn't mean he would go down so easily.

As he walked forward, he glanced at his son. The boy was injured and covered in bruises which meant Vegeta already dealt with his son. That didn't seem to upset the wild-haired Saiyan. He only gave a positive nod to the boy who tried to prevent any more blood leaking from a cut above the right eye. Kakarot stirred his black orbs forward and glared at Vegeta who stood high and mighty in the center of the room.

"Hmph, you finally decided to show yourself, Kakarot." Vegeta completely turned around and observed the third-class warrior. "I was under the impression your healing time was over thirty minutes ago. Care to explain where you were until now?" The Saiyan elite frowned as he waited for an explanation.

Kakarot remained silent as he lifted a hand and placed it against the neck. As he pushed the neck and the head to the left, Kakarot spoke. "Yeah, I was hungry so I went to grab some food." He repeated the same process with the opposite side.

"I see... So, you disobeyed the instructions I left with the doctor." He closed his eyes as he continued to speak. "At least you're fully aware of what's going to happen. It's time to put you in your place, Kakarot." Vegeta uncrossed his arms and intensely glared at the younger Saiyan who already assumed a battle stance.

Drops of sweat rolled over his cheeks as he stared at the shorter warrior. "We'll see, maybe you're underestimating me a bit too much." He forced a smirk as he talked to Vegeta. He could feel the heavy energy oozing from the prince, but that only motivated the young-looking Saiyan.

Kakarot put a hand forward and yelled. "Here I come, Vegeta!" Without anything else to add, Gohan's father dashed at the flame-haired warrior.

The warrior appeared above the super-elite very quickly. He went in with a punch, but it was easily avoided. The Saiyan tried once again, he barraged Vegeta with his fast and strong fists but the flame-haired warrior simply dodged all of it without blocking or stepping back. Seeing this was getting him nowhere, Kakarot spun in the air and launched a kick in Vegeta's direction, but the short prince gracefully leaned back. While Vegeta was taking his time getting up, Kakarot landed only five meters away from the warrior and pointed an index finger in his direction.

A bright, yellow glow surrounded his finger as an orb formed itself in front of it. "DODON RAY!" Kakarot fired the beam only a couple of seconds before Vegeta was fully up.

Vegeta was well aware of what was going on. Once he was up, he simply raised a hand and slapped the beam away. However, there was no sign of Kakarot. Despite being unaware of where the new-found warrior was, Vegeta remained calm and still on his spot. Suddenly, the scouter alarmed him of danger but it seemed like the super-elite was already aware of it. He lifted his left fist and crashed it against Kakarot's face as the Saiyan materialized behind him.

"Gah!"

The wild-haired warrior stumbled back as he suffered the blow to the face. His nose was broken, but something like that wouldn't stop him just yet. He shook his head and jumped away, only to fire two ki blasts at Vegeta. While the Saiyan prince was busy with that, Kakarot rushed at him with a loud growl.

After he effortlessly deflected the blasts, Vegeta glared at the incoming warrior. "Fool, your pathetic attempts are easy to read. Can't you come with something else!?" He squeezed his fist and was ready to send Kakarot flying into the wall, but surprisingly enough his punch only pierced an image.

Vegeta raised an eyebrow, but his attention was quickly stirred to the side where he noticed Kakarot charging an energy attack. He pointed his palm in Kakarot's direction an shot a ki blast, however, that was also a fake image of the wild-haired warrior. Suddenly, his eyes widened at a realization. His pupils slid down where he was able to see an incoming fist.

A solid, strong punch made impact with Vegeta's chin. However, Kakarot was struggling. No matter how hard he pushed, Vegeta didn't budge from the spot. He looked in Vegeta's eyes and instantly began to sweat. If looks could kill, he would already be dead. His tail shook around his waist, almost begging him to run away, but Kakarot wouldn't have it. Instead, the low-class warrior released a loud snarl and lifted his leg. He wanted to bury the heavy knee-deep into Vegeta's gut, but it failed.

He barely lifted his leg when a tremendous blow pushed out all the air he had. Kakarot took several steps back, holding his stomach as he tried to breathe. Drops of sweat fell on the crimson floor while his pupils shook. He was able to feel it, but it was impossible to avoid it. His head was almost blown away after a heavy kick landed. The force of the strike forced him to spin, but that came to an end when Vegeta grabbed his arm. While holding his arm, the Saiyan prince struck him several times with lightning-fast kicks. He was forced to puke some blood after the last impact, but he only had a second to do that because the super-elite smashed an elbow into his face.

Kakarot was finished. He was on his way to the ground when someone took hold of him. The emotionless, low voice kept his consciousness awake. "Did you really think, a weakling like you could push, let alone harm me, a Super-Elite warrior!? Ridiculous!" He was able to feel a warm sensation against his abdomen as Vegeta continued to speak.

"You'll never be able to reach my status, Kakarot. After all, you're nothing but a miserable low-class outcast sent to another planet because you were too weak. Now, get out of my sight before I kill you!" The Saiyan prince released the ki blast which carried the taller, but younger warrior towards the walls.

The Saiyan warrior crashed into the wall and remained stuck there. Surprisingly enough, he was still awake and had enough energy to lift his head. He stared at the shorter warrior for only a couple of seconds with a proud smirk that didn't go unnoticed by Vegeta. After several seconds passed, Kakarot's head went down and remained like that, showcasing he finally lost consciousness.

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Drops of water slid down his muscular body while he stood under the shower. His long, black hair concealed the scars on his back as he bent forward, placing both hands against the wall. With closed eyes, he tried to relax while he was alone, however, it was easier said than done. His mind was racing, repeating the same stuff over and over. He was stuck like this, in an endless cycle for years, decades and he resented it.

As the steam soared from the hot shower, the warrior remained still. His thoughts drifting to another humiliation he suffered at the hands of his prince. He thought he would get used to it eventually, but even he had his pride. It was obvious, no matter what he did or achieved, he would always be a low-class warrior in their eyes. One of the reasons why he flew off in search of his younger brother was to shift their attention to the wild-haired warrior, but nothing changed, it was worse.

Out of anger, frustration, he punched the wall three times, creating a hole in it. "Dammit!" His loud growl reached no one.

After five more minutes, the tall warrior walked out of the shower and seized the towel. It took some time to dry his long hair, but he didn't care. The other two were already gone and they even took the boy with them while he was left here to wait for his younger brother. Once he was done, he dropped the towel on the floor and stepped out of the bathroom.

He reached for the suit and armor on the bed and started to dress. Once again, his mind was consumed by those who treated him poorly. He hated it, no matter how much he tried to surpass it, those thoughts were with him 24/7. If it was possible, he would kill them all, even if they were Saiyans just like himself. But, as Vegeta and Nappa would say, what could a pathetic low-class warrior do?

By now, he was fully dressed and prepared for combat. He released a long, heavy sigh as he placed a hand on his face. The warrior didn't move from the spot for almost a minute. Above him, the light flickered as he mentally prepared himself. He needed to calm down, act as a real warrior should and bury the unnecessary thoughts. His tightly closed fists shook, his clenched teeth creaking until he finally regained his composure. With a swift motion, he turned around, causing his spiky long hair to sway as he went toward the doors.

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It took him only ten minutes to reach the medical room. As he walked inside, he saw his younger brother already out and properly dressed. Good, now he didn't need to argue with the man to hurry. The last thing he wanted was to be chewed by Vegeta, again. His anger began to swell which caught the other warrior's attention.

Kakarot immediately sensed a shift in ki. He looked to the left and saw his older brother standing there with clenched fists. Something was going on with the taller male and he was pretty sure what exactly. That brought out a devilish smirk as he felt the increased strength of his brother.

With a scouter in his right hand, Kakarot approached his brother and spoke. "Let me guess, you came for me because Vegeta requested it?" Just by saying the prince's name, he was able to see Raditz's eyes twitch. "Errand boy for the little prince... Anyway, did we get instructions for the next mission? I'm bored of this place." As he waited for an answer, Kakarot moved past the taller male.

The doctor and the staff were frightened when they saw the terrifying expression on Raditz's face. However, the Saiyan just turned around and followed the younger warrior.

As they walked through the corridor, Raditz didn't hold back. "Say something like that again and I'll twist your neck, brother." There was evident malice in his voice which Kakarot easily picked up.

Instead of keeping it to himself, Kakarot pushed it further. "Oh? I'd like to see you try." He chuckled at the growl that came from Raditz and continued. "Instead of coming at me with your frustration, why don't you aim it at Vegeta? I can tell you hate the guy so much you want to kill him... and that bald moron." Before he could add anything else, he was turned around and pinned against the wall.

"Shut up!"

The scream echoed through the hallway, causing whoever passed through it to look in their direction. Raditz's arm was against Kakarot's throat, preventing the younger warrior to move or speak. He had enough of everyone toying or speaking with him however they liked. The last thing he wanted was to be looked down by his younger brother who would still be stuck on that backwater planet if he didn't come to pick him up.

He glared at Kakarot for a couple of seconds until his brother started to speak. "I'm serious. If you hate them, why don't you grow stronger and surpass them? What's holding you back from achieving that?" The words that came out of his brother's mouth stunned him.

Raditz blinked and shook his head. "Kakarot, did you hit your head? How can you even come up with such nonsense!? Both, you and I are third-class Saiyans, we can't compare to Nappa, let alone Vegeta! Our destiny is to stay at the bottom of his feet and follow his orders! I, we can never..." He was never able to finish the sentence because Kakarot surprised him with a knee strike.

While his brother took two steps back, Kakarot moved away from the wall and took hold of Raditz. "With such weak mentality, I'm surprised you're still alive! You're a Saiyan warrior just like them, so what's stopping you from achieving their level of strength!? Do you think I'll just sit back and follow his every single order for the rest of my life!? Not a chance in hell!" The young Saiyan barked in Raditz's face and eventually pushed him into the wall.

The situation reversed. Now, Kakarot held Raditz pinned against the wall. "Listen, I don't care about those useless rankings or power levels! If you put your mind to, even someone like us with hard work can surpass Vegeta! It's only a matter of will and time. So, man up already! Don't you have your pride as a Saiyan warrior!?" After he exclaimed that, Kakarot pulled back and tried to catch a breath.

He was left speechless. Kakarot's little outburst was evident even on the scouter. As he slowly got up and adjusted his armor, he thought about it. Was it truly possible? Could he really reach Vegeta? A man with such talent, enormous potential to even be considerate the next Super Saiyan. A drop of sweat fell from his chin as he thought about it. Was Kakarot right? Maybe he drifted out of his course because of those two. He spent decades at their side, listening to their every insult that he eventually became a man he is today because of them. What if, there was something more in store for him and he wasn't achieving it because he allowed Vegeta and Nappa to mess with his head?

With a serious expression, he approached his younger brother and curled the fingers around the collar of the armor. As he pushed Kakarot closer, Raditz moved his mouth. "Kakarot, do you know what'll happen if this reaches Vegeta? Do you think we can surpass him and Nappa?" He spoke through clenched teeth as he glared in his brother's dark eyes.

Dead silence between them while the footsteps echoed in the background. Suddenly, Kakarot placed a hand over Raditz's arm and gave him an answer. "If there's a will, then there's also a way to do so! Mark my words, with lots of harsh training and dangerous missions on our path, we'll surpass both of them, brother." He was able to see the flickering fire in Raditz's dark eyes increasing which made him smirk.

When he heard that, Raditz closed his eyes and released Kakarot. He simply turned around and walked towards the exit. "Let's go, they're waiting for us on planet Zoon." The long-haired warrior didn't mention anything else besides that. He needed to think about it on his own and the four-month travel was perfect for that.