Yo! Son Goku and friends! Cell Saga (Chapter 13)
Lazuli
Clacc. Clicc. Clacck. Clapp.
Heels. Polished black dress shoes. Blazers. Faint perfumes. Marble tile. A blonde woman with a stern look stomped down the hall in a fury, a briefcase at her side and a scowl on her pale white face. Her sky blue eyes deterred and invited all at the same time. People in the building moved out of her way when she came through.
"Good luck, Lazuli." A modest looking older gentleman let out sheepishly.
"Tell that to them!" The rest of the courthouse hollered in response as Lazuli made her way to the double doors.
A small purple skinned man awaited her at the entrance. He wore a large green hat, slick black shades, an orange blazer and faded blue slacks. He cleared his throat a single time, finally breaking the dam and allowing Lazuli to let out a smile for almost a full second.
"Looks like we dance again." He stated with a smooth intonation.
"It would appear so. You know you're not gonna win, right?"
"It's not about winning, Doll. You're off-base." He emphasised by tipping down his shades, letting his left hand stall parallel with the ground and looking up at her with strict eye contact. "Half these mothafuckas in here are guilty as charged. I'm just doin' my job."
"You're pulling for the guilty verdict?"
"I know all your strats, girl. Eyewitnesses are your go-to. I aim to tackle it from a different angle."
"Your funeral."
"Heh-heheh. It ain't mine."
Lazuli had a smile stolen from her and the pair shook hands diplomatically before thrusting the thick double door brown oak slabs open and walking into the harsh yellow brilliance of the courtroom. Lazuli and the short purple skinned man strutted the courtroom like the runway before each taking 90 degree turns on a dime to file into their respective seats.
"The Prosecution?"
"Ready, Your Honour. As always." Lazuli replied with her characteristic monotone delivery, playing with her platinum blonde locks a little bit to get them situated snugly behind her ears.
"The Defence?"
"Absolutely, Your Honour."
"What does The Defence plea?"
"We plea not guilty on the grounds of Mental Disorder and extenuating circumstances."
"That being?"
"My boys were up on the moon for 20 years making mochi."
"..."
"..."
The courtroom all shot glances at each other, the only one in the hall not at all affected by such a claim being Lazuli. She stood stalwart, staring at the little man across the way. The man hopped down from his desk and walked up to the front, popping a capsule for everyone to see, showing a diagram page in a slideshow that stood on two wheels. He brought out a green stick with a white glove pointing outwards at the top.
Bom! Skwee~
"These fine gentlemen were put up on the moon 20 years ago by a man named~"
Sligcc.
"-Son Gokuu. Multiple eye witnesses report the same as my clients. That being-"
Slick.
"That Son Gokuu used a mystical item of some sort to transport them beyond the clouds. Those elderly You-" The man made sure to point right at Lazuli. "Are going to bring in for your testimony agree to that fact, we have it in the court record as well. We know Son Gokuu put these men on the moon."
"Relevance." Lazuli interjected modestly, tilting her head to the side and furrowing her brow.
"I'm gettin' there."
Slicc.
Lazuli raised a brow.
"This is famous martial artist Jackie Chun."
"Relevance?"
"He Is pretty sick." The judge proclaimed from the top row, putting his hands together and watching The Defence's statements line up.
"At The 21st World Martial Arts Tournament he blew up the moon."
"..."
"..."
"With my boys still on it."
"..."
"Son Gokuu proclaimed that if he made enough treats for the kids in Diablo Desert then he would come up and rescue them."
"..."
"He neva did."
"HUHHHH~"
The man let out a sly smirk as he fixed his glasses. Lazuli's tongue wormed around in her mouth and she furrowed her brow into a razorsharp scowl.
"Objection."
The Judge nodded and let Lazuli through.
"I've humoured this long enough. Without space suits, how did they live on the moon? It's inhabitable and without oxygen they couldn't make mochi."
"There's an easy explanation."
Slicc.
A page laid out detailing what looked like a desert, large stoney mushrooms and all.
"As everyone here knows, back in the day we used to be a gag manga written by the main author Akira Toriyama."
Everyone, including Lazuli nodded their head in tandem.
"Here we can see Son Gokuu, hitting some scraggly haired dude through the 4th wall."
He hit the diagram with his pointing stick.
Whapp!
"The top of the manga panel."
"Ahh~" The Judge commented as he looked down at the page from up above.
"They're still following the gag logic made up by the author all those years ago. Not only was the moon blown up, it inexplicably just showed up again after The 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament. Egro."
"..."
The man looked around the courtroom for good measure.
"Due to being cooped up and isolated in a space that doesn't make any logical sense. Their reasoning had been compromised."
"Mmm." The Judge ooed and awed at practically every revelation.
"It was a gross misunderstanding. All my boys were trying to do was get back to Diablo Desert and have a talk with Son Gokuu. They got a little worked up, and since Mister Carrot can't control his powers. Things got out of hand. All he needs to do is touch someone. An accident."
"Your Honour?"
The Judge raised a brow and looked Lazuli's way.
"We're not a gag comic anymore."
"You right."
KLAMM!
"Guilty."
The Defence had nothing, only snapping his fingers in defeat in the middle of the courtroom.
Snapp!
Raditz
The atrium was bustling with all manner of cats, dogs, and dinosaurs. It contained a veritable ecosystem, complete with tall trees and green grass. Bulma was there with her parents, discussing something or other as The Saiyan walked in with determination, parting the sea of the animal inhabitants. Doctor Brief was the first to acknowledge him.
"Hey there! How are you doin', Raditz?"
"Well, Mr. Brief. I'm here to talk to Bulma."
"Isn't that noice, another visitor." Panchy remarked, waving a dainty hand at the man.
"Hello, miss."
"What's up?" She turned with a raised brow and sassy demeanor. "We injecting you with the Saiyan laser beams again?"
"Something like that, though I want to know how you got it done in the first place."
"How I got it done, what do you mean?"
"The Bluntz Waves. How did you make them?"
"No thanks to you, that's for sure. I had a field day trying to actually manage making what the moon produces. Though it's not really the moon, it's the sun since the-"
"I get it, big brain Stuff." Raditz interjected. "I just felt it more pertinent to ask you, and not the others since they don't know up from down besides fighting."
"I mean that's not really fair to be honest, the only ones who are kinda goofy outside the ring are Goku and my man. But why are you asking?"
Mr. and Mrs. Brief left the premises, hopping on the old man's scooter and zooming out of the giant open area.
"I've conquered Oozaru, but how do I attain the form without a catalyst? Well… I suppose it would be more accurate to phrase it as, how do I make a catalyst that doesn't require a machine?"
"What are you on about?"
"The original reason I asked you to make the machines in the first place was because I knew of the elites. The most skilled users of Ki among the Saiyan ranks could conjure balls of light that mimicked the moon's shape and luminescence."
"I Can't Use Ki, Dummy." Bulma remarked as she bopped him on the widow's peak. "Why you askin' me this?"
"Listen, wench, I know that-"
"...excusE ME!?"
"Don't play coy with me, woman. I know you used dummy as a term of endearment. I meant the same, and if you have a problem with it, that's on you."
"..."
"..."
"Touche'."
"I wanted Your help because you are incredibly intelligent. I could learn the Ki portion from any one of Kakarot's goofball friends but what I Can't learn is the science behind it. If you could take me through step by step what caused the Bluntz Waves, I might even be able to learn it on my own from there."
"Okay, I'm picking up what you're putting down."
"..?"
"Walk with me."
"Oh."
The pair walked in silence as robots cleaned the floors and onlookers gabbed about the facility. One man in particular seemed to stop Dr. Brief in his tracks talking some nonsense.
"-You don't say 16, because that demeans the value of 4. So what you actually have is 4 4s. And that's how you used The Time Cube to make the dino caps."
Brief just nodded his head along as Raditz and Bulma trudged up the staircase to the loft. Soon enough they were back down the steps, Bulma brandishing a bag that she didn't have before. The pair hit the grass with jog-like strides as they made their way to the rectangular prison.
"I could just take you up, you know." Raditz replied as he floated next to the red lift.
Zzzzzz~
"I made this lift here with my own sweat and blood, and I'm gonna get some use out of it damn it!"
"Sheesh. Didn't know it was like that." Raditz commented dryly as he crossed his arms and ascended parallel with the machinery.
Zzzzzzn! Tp. Tmp. Dmp. Dm. Tup. Tmp.
"Okay, so. The first thing you want to know about Bluntz Waves is~
Gohan
The air was quiet in the house. Gohan didn't have much to do besides stare up at the ceiling as time slowed to a crawl. He blinked a few times before deciding to do something about it.
"Well… homework's done." He commented, sitting straight up at the edge of the bed as he gazed over to his desk. He squirmed his lips trying to think of something but… nothing.
Fwomp.
"I'm bored. What am I gonna do today?" The eldest son asked plainly as he flopped back onto the mattress.
"..."
Clicc. Clocc. Clicc. Clocc.
The ever present sound offs from the clock gnawed away at his being before he forced himself into action.
"I guess I'll just go take a walk."
Tmp. Tm. Dmp. Tup.
"Mom?"
"..."
"Dad?"
He checked the kitchen, the master bedroom, Goten's room, but to no avail.
"Oh yeah. I think they went to go get groceries…" Gohan nodded and picked up his phone from the table, typing in something quickly and shoving it in his pocket.
He stood for longer than necessary in the kitchen, spacing out somewhat before returning to his room. Gohan scanned it for his wallet, which he picked up in one of the drawers. The eldest son of Son Goku forced the window open and crawled out like it was his salvation, opening up the breeze of morning Mount Paozu air.
"So where are we going?" He asked himself before just chuckling and not answering, walking past the brush.
The eldest son remarked on plants, on insects, on all manner of creatures. During his trek, a sabretooth tiger attempted to put a stop to his morning stroll but to no avail.
BONK!
"I may look like an easy target, but you can't judge a book by its cover!" Gohan laughed jubilantly as the creature limped away with its tail between its legs.
The morning light creeping through the green leaves was unmistakable, and is why Gohan even left for a walk in the first place. If you miss the morning sun, there's not another part in the day like it, you only get one chance.
Gohan smiled as little butterflies fluttered by, touching his hands before flying away. The eldest son walked for what felt like minutes but was clearly longer, the morning streams had dried up and all that was left was flat lighting made sparse by the brush of the woodlands. He exited the forest to end up at a clearing. A dense forest on either side of a fast stream with rocks washed up on the grass nearby. Gohan let out a large sigh as he made his way to the water, picking up some with his hands and letting it fall away from his grasp. He smiled as he gazed into his reflection before he heard something snap off into the distance somewhere in front of him.
SNNACKKKTTUH! FWOMPPP!
The bombastic sound caught his attention quick and he turned his head to the forest opposite the river before he saw something else:
Kfffff~
Smoke rising.
FWOFFFFF~
A forest fire.
"Uh oh." Gohan commented plainly as he stood to full height.
The eldest son of Son Goku furrowed his brow before dashing right into the danger zone, smoke billowed out of the forest and barred his sight but he didn't care. Gohan hopped through trees and dashed through charry conditions to reach the epicentre.
Ratatatatata! KOMM! Ga-Chicc. KOMM!
"GRAWWWW~"
FWOFFF~
"Get this bastard!"
"What..?" Gohan commented plainly as he reached another clearing. A wounded purple beast with wings and horns fled pursuers with guns. It was battered and bleeding, but interestingly, it seemed to be the one causing the fire. The pursuers had embers littering their clothes and were firing round after round, the dragon-like creature with peetering flames coming out of its mouth. Another pained squeal came from the beast as what looked like a fatal shot entered the creature's body. "That scumfuck's got a shotgun…" Gohan whispered as he saw the man spray the dragon with the pellets.
Foosh!
"Leave em' alone!"
"You telling us to leave this thing alone, kid!? One of the men shouted back, aiming his rifle towards the burning grass. "You see what he did!? This wasn't us."
Gohan looked back at the lying purple creature and they locked eyes. The dragon had these big bug eyes that almost looked like a dog's, the kind that can beg without having to say anything. The son of Son Goku stood steadfast, blocking the path to the purple beast.
"That's enough!" His raspy voice shouted out to the burning brush of Mount Paozu.
"Nah. Move out the way, kid. We gotta' job to do, and we don't get paid without bringing this thing back!" One of the three men barked back, aiming his piece higher and towards the lad.
"Bring it back!? You almost killed the poor guy!"
"Those fuckas can take a lot of punishment, kid. That ain't gonna hurt it!"
Gohan entered his fighting stance crossing his arms over each other and flaring them out twice in a martial arts flourish.
"I'm not gonna shoot a little fuckin' kid." One of the men protested, lowering his hand gun.
"So youse gonna shoot a animal, but don't have the balls to end a kid? You a hypocrite, man."
"Bite me. I only joined the gang for the benefits anyway."
The other man shook his head and raised the shotgun to Gohan's face.
"Last warni-"
WHAMM! THUNNT!
A lunging left straight dash sent the man crashing into a burning tree, folding him over and setting his tank top ablaze.
"WHO THE HELL IS THIS KID!?"
Gohan said nothing back, only providing a cold stare as he stood like a guardian in front of the animal. One of the two remaining men left just shook his head and made a motion with his hand like: 'nah, we ain't doin' this today'.
"Whatever kid, if it matters that much to you."
"Damn! I needed that money from that rat bastard Musuka." One of them commented under his breath as the pair went to go fetch their knocked out member.
Soon enough the three fled the scene and Gohan was left with a dragon and a blazing fire.
"Crap. How am I gonna put this fire out?"
The beast gazed up with a teary look in its eyes.
"It's gonna be okay, just give me a minute here."
Fwoffff~
"Hyah!" Fuuuuu~
FufufufuFuuuuFufufufufFuuuu~ FufuFuuuu! Fuuu! FuuFuu!
He did it the only way he knew how, hopping from tree to tree, punching so hard that the flames blew out from his heavy strikes.
"I gotta be careful. I'm like really strong. Way stronger than I think I am. I hope I didn't hurt that guy too bad..." Gohan commented as he clapped his hands for a job well done.
The beast wheezed as it bled and drew breath poorly.
"Oh no~" Gohan whimpered as he saw the cracked horn on the creature's left side. "They musta nicked your horn with one of their bullets." The son of Son Goku carefully examined the creature with a calculated deliberation.
"Kuu~" The dragon nuzzled Gohan's face with its maw, licking him like a dog.
"I know, we gotta get you some help~ Dang." Gohan proclaimed as he stood up. "What about the atrium? Doesn't Bulma's dad take in stray animals? I could have sworn they house a couple of dinosaurs in there…" The eldest son gazed upon the wounded dragon with a fiery determination. "Don't worry little buddy, we're gonna get you some help."
Gohan doubled back to make sure that there weren't any stray embers, gazing skyward as the last bit of smoke lifted into the aether.
"Nimbus!"
"..."
"That's weird. It usually doesn't take this long…"
VyuuuuuuuuuuuuuUUUUUU~ Vwerrrtt!
"Thanks, Nimbus..? Is it usually this big?"
Korin is the one who owns The Nimbus clouds. The first one Goku obtained was from Roshi. That one was destroyed by General Silver's rocket launcher. Unbeknownst to Goku, he would assume that The Nimbus that returned to him after his search for the Dragon Balls at Muscle Tower would be the same one, but no. The Nimbus Cloud is a large body of mass that can be taken apart and granted to beings who are pure of heart. Goku was granted a second Nimbus Cloud after his exploits during the second hunt for the Dragon Balls, and then a third from Korin directly after Tambourine destroyed it during King Piccolo's short reign on Earth. This third Nimbus is the one Goku and Gohan had been using so far but this particular Nimbus Cloud is a different one from all the rest, considerably wider than the other four and providing enough space for a wounded creature such as the soon-to-be-named one's size.
"Oh wow~ awesome! I was worrying that you wouldn't have enough space, Nimbus. Thanks!" Gohan greeted the cloud happily with a prompt slap at the top of its shifting fluffy mass.
Buyon!
"Alright~ careful now…"
The dragon whimpered as blood trickled from the wounds. The eldest son furrowed his brow in worry.
"My friend's really hurt, Nimbus. Take me as fast as you can to The Brief's residence."
VYUUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuu~
Gohan breathed out a harsh breath as he continued his examination of the creature, colour fading.
"Let's not focus on that wound, okay? What's your name?"
"Kuu~"
"Icarus?"
The dragon smiled a bit, held back a bit by the situation.
"That's a nice name. Are you lost?"
"Krrr~"
"I thought so. There aren't many dragons like you around here. Mount Paozu is full of all different kinds of animals but usually it's just pterodactyls. My dad told me that when he met Bulma, a pterodactyl almost abducted her. Isn't that wild?"
The dragon just kept a calm disposition as Gohan conversed with it like he could understand every minor instance of body language.
"I hope I can get you back to where you belong after we get you patched up. I'd feel awful if you just had to tough it out where you're not supposed to be."
The dragon had enough and just laid its large head on Gohan's lap. The boy smiled and petted the top of its head like a dog and rode out the rest of the ride in silence.
Vyuuuuuuuu~
West City
"Finally!" Gohan proclaimed as he zoomed past the city signs and rode along the tube tunnels.
"Is that boy ridin' a cloud?" A woman questioned aloud from inside the tube tunnel, peeking down her shades.
"Mama, I don't got time for this shit."
"I'm dead serious. I think he got a dragon up there, too."
"Well I'll be." The man responded as he took his eyes off the road and gazed up at the boy, the cloud, and the dragon.
"Bulma!" Gohan hollered as he grabbed hold of Icarus and jumped into the loft from the outside, the sliding glass door to the balcony wide open. "Bulma?"
"Hey kid..? Whoa~"
"That thing's oozin!" Trunks yelped as he jumped up and down from the couch.
"What is that?"
"Not much time to explain! Doesn't Mr. Brief do work on animals?"
"A little~"
"Then~" Gohan looked Yamcha up and down with some seriousness about him.
"-Right."
"Can I come see?" Trunks asked with a bright smile.
"Yeah, sure kid."
Trunks laughed like a goofball before he met the eyeline of the dragon, true strife reflecting back upon the boy to which he stopped laughing pretty promptly.
"Oh~"
Gohan and Yamcha dashed around the building before they reached the atrium.
"Oh my." Brief called out as he hit a long toke from a pipe. "Eh~ Heh! HehhHeh!" He coughed up a lung as they brought the bleeding dragon right in front of him. "He's seen better days, hasn't he?"
"Can you do anything to help, Mr. Brief? I didn't know where else I'd take the guy."
"Yo, doc, I'm gonna go check something real quick, keep an eye on Gohan and Trunks, will ya?"
The Doctor nodded, kneeling down to eye level with the purple dragon. Panchy strolled by before covering her mouth.
FOOSHH!
Yamcha sprinted so fast out of the building that a burst of wind impacted the rest of the atrium.
"Oh moi~ He's not hurt too bad is he?"
Dr. Brief didn't reply, only popping a capsule and checking the purple creature's wounds. After carefully examining the injuries, The Doctor endeavored to check the horn of the beast, unsure of what to do until:
FOOOSHHH~ Skweeeee~
"Sorry it took me so long. Here, take some of this lil' guy." Yamcha cooed as he fed a Sensu Bean to the poor dragon.
It was as if new life was breathed into the creature, its wounds lifted, energy restored, and cracks sewn together. The definitively Not intimidating dragon let out a roar that echoed throughout Capsule Corp, drawing the attention of Raditz and Bulma from the rectangular containment facility.
Fwofff~
"Whoa whoa~"
"Cool!" Trunks let out with an exuberated laugh as the dragon fired off a gout of flame.
Icarus blinked a few times and then smiled brightly, nuzzling onto Gohan's white kung fu gi.
"Huh-hu~Hey!" Gohan laughed. "Cut it out, Icarus!"
"Icarus?" The Doctor questioned as he stood up from his kneel and fixed his glasses. "That's a nice name."
"He told me on the way here." Gohan shot back as he was licked on the cheek by the cuddly beast.
"Told you?" Yamcha asked with a smile as he crossed his arms in a parental way.
"Yeah. Didn't you, Icarus?"
"Krruu~"
"He says this place is really nice."
"Tell him he's welcome any time." The Doctor replied.
"You hear that, Icarus? You can stay here with them if you want."
"Kuu~"
"I'm sorry, Icarus but you can't stay with me. We don't have a spot for you at the house."
The dragon let its head hang low and whimpered a sad tune.
"Aww~ Sorry, buddy." Gohan lamented as he patted the purple beast on the head.
"What'd we miss?" Bulma asked from across the way as she walked in with The Saiyan. "Hey babe."
Chu~
"Gohan just brought home a dragon, wild stuff."
"I'll say." Bulma responded with a raised brow. "You don't visit for weeks and you just drop a dragon in the atrium?" Bulma tormented the eldest son of Son Goku with a smile as she gave him a noogie.
"Heh-heh, sorry Bulma."
"..? Is that blood?"
"Yeah. Uhh, Yamcha, what did you just give Icarus?"
"That's a Sensu Bean, kid. Fixes any wound."
"Wow."
"I know."
"..."
The beast continued to pester Gohan with repeated head bumps and cries until he finally responded.
"I mean I'd like for you to have a good home, buddy, but there's not really enough room in the house. You're pretty big."
"Kuu~"
"Hmm~" Gohan sat criss cross, looking pretty defeated as he let his head lay in his hand. "Don't be sad, buddy." He reassured with a soft hand on the nose. "You can at least stay here until we can get a better home lined up for you, that's what Mr. Brief built it for."
"I'll take em'."
Fwum.
Everyone turned their head to Raditz at the same time as if he weren't allowed to say it.
"Where are you gonna put the guy?" Bulma asked matter-of-factly. "He's pretty big."
"My apartment complex in Sasebo has a ton of space."
"There's no way they're letting - what's his name?"
"Icarus. And we don't know if Icarus is a boy."
"-Icarus in an apartment complex."
"No, Amenbo is wild. I picked it for two reasons; one, I get a lot of space, and two, I actually get to keep pets."
"You callin' our big boy over here a pet?"
"I don't have to listen to you, 4 for 5."
"Bruh." Is all Yamcha said in response as he rolled his eyes and fought off a smirk.
"Anyway. What I was saying before I was rudely interrupted was that Amenbo is known for some crazy creatures nearby. One of my neighbors has a tiger in his room. I could have taken something in Papaya but the options were a lot more open in Amenbo."
"Huh." Bulma replied plainly. "Learn something new every day."
"You want to go with my uncle, Icarus?"
"Kuu~"
"I know. But I'll make sure to visit."
The dragon licked Gohan on the cheek one last time before it flapped its wings and let out a mighty screech. Icarus took a few more diplomatic steps towards Raditz before bowing its head.
"Hah-Hah! Looks like he knows his place!"
Icarus gave him a killer glare which Raditz returned right back.
"I'm going to make you a formidable beast, you got that? No rest days on my watch."
"Huh?" Gohan yelped. "You're gonna train it? You didn't tell me you were gonna do that."
"I don't see why not, he has the markings of a great warrior."
Out of nowhere, Puar flew into the atrium with tears in his eyes, crying all the way until he faceplanted on Yamcha's face.
"Hey! Slow down. What's up?" Yamcha asked as he peeled the blue cat off his mouth.
"Scratch! Scratch is~" Puar couldn't keep it together, tears flying everywhere from the little blue furball.
"Scratch is..?" Dr. Brief asked with wide eyes.
Death is never about you. The interesting thing is that, whenever your time comes, it isn't ever its strongest at the initial shock, it's the slight change of routine that hurts the most, and that hurt only grows. Knowing that the small things that you will have contributed to someone else's life can never occur in quite the same way. But regardless, they have to find a way to cope anyway, that's just how it works.
The Brief family, Gohan, Raditz, and Icarus stood over a little spot on the outside of Capsule Corp. The Doctor stood over the small grave with shovel in hand, the tears in his eyes all but dried up.
"Does anybody have anything they want to say?"
"..."
Puar, Panchy, and Bulma were still having a tough time keeping it together. No one spoke up for a long time until:
"I have something."
Dr. Brief welcomed Gohan forward, patting him on the back as he stood in front of the pocket in the ground. Gohan kneeled down close to the ground, almost as if he and Scratch were looking at each other instead of a one-way connection.
"I didn't know Scratch like you guys, but having spent all this time at Capsule Corp. I do know one thing."
"..."
Gohan averted his gaze, turning to look at The Doctor.
"Getting in the way was the best thing he ever did."
Dr. Brief held back tears as he took off his glasses, stepping away and dropping the shovel as Mrs. Brief pulled back to hug him tight.
"We're all gonna miss you, Scratch." The eldest son of Son Goku chanted like a mantra as he hammerfisted the grass with light taps.
"Good job, kid." Yamcha replied with a solemn smile as Gohan stood up. "You're a lot better at this stuff than I am."
"Dad always said that you have to respect a life well lived. Even those of your fiercest enemies. Because that's what Grandpa Gohan said to him."
"Wise man." Yamcha responded as he put his hand on Gohan's shoulder.
"Agreed." Raditz chipped in as he crossed his arms and looked at the limp body of the black cat.
The Saiyan had enough and was the one to do the deed, shoveling in the dirt to bury Scratch.
Raditz
The morning light shined in through the loft windows as Icarus poked and prodded at Raditz' face with harsh jabs from its horns.
"Dah! I'm awake! Damn!" He shouted back in a fury which in return ushered a similar snappy response from the dragon.
He sat up and gazed out at the beautiful glimmering greens and oranges brought their true form by the morning sunshine, a radiant tapestry of treelife moving in front of him.
"Rrap!" Icarus snapped another time.
"Yeah, yeah." He replied with a grumpy disposition, flinging the sheets off him as he walked towards the sliding glass.
Snnnkk! Fwouff!
Icarus flew out into the beyond as The Saiyan yawned and leaned over the railing of the balcony. Onlookers glance by for only a moment, alluding to the fact that it might be a common occurrence for such a creature to roam the streets. Raditz let out another banger of a yawn before he returned to the inside of the apartment, looking for a document that was left on the countertop. The pages were pretty thick and had detailed diagrams of light and shape.
"Okay." Raditz said to himself as he filed through page after page. The light in the background of his apartment, dimmed, brightened, changed, warped, set high, set low, as he went ham like he were studying for cram school, the man was determined.
There was a little box next to the papers on the counter labeled:
Capsule Corp. Lamp 3C
Bluntz Waves of course.
Raditz stared at the light until the cows came home, or rather, until Icarus did, flapping its wings harshly as it landed on the balcony and waddled its way back inside. Icarus raised a brow and curiously eyed the lamp the same way Raditz did.
"Phuu~" Raditz let out. "Okay."
Clapp!
He clapped his hands together and went about forming a sphere in the palm of his hand as he stared at the lamp with an intense fervor. He conjured the ball and shot it into the air of the apartment.
"Burst and mix."
Pa-POKK! Zweerrrrrrrr~Vwerrrr~
"Yes!" Raditz just about shouted as the orb of Ki didn't seem to impact any of the walls, furniture, or other items littering the apartment. "Pure Bluntz Waves."
"..."
The Saiyan studied the orb closely.
"But the amount is off, I'll need more than this to transform."
Raditz studied through the night, much to Icarus' dismay as the bright orb lit up the room while the dragon tried to sleep.
"There we go, perfect."
Raditz felt it in his bones, and most importantly, in his hair and on his nose. His maw started to grow unnaturally as shifted forms.
"Reign it in, damn it~" He cursed himself as he saw red and hit the top of the room, his back pressed against the ceiling. "Dah!" He let out a guttural shout that did the trick, forcing his frame back into that of a normal 'man'. His frame shuddered in response and he had to shake out the insane jitters brought on by the transformation. His awareness heightened and before the knocks even made contact with the wood, Raditz turned his head to the front door.
Knott-Knott-Knokk!
"Just another Earthling with another 'noise complaint'." Raditz recounted as he shook his head and rotated his furry shoulders. "They don't have real problems so they have to come yell at me."
Tup. Tp. Dmp. Knott-Knock! Cleee~
"What do you want?"
A sassy overweight lady with bright orange hair and red glasses stared down Raditz with bags under her eyes.
"I've had enough livin' here you know! I moved away from West City to get away from all that city racket and what do I ge-"
Klm.
"I'm reporting you! You're not gonna live here any longer, you freak! You hear me!?"
BANGG! BANGG! BANGG!
There is one benefit I think anyone would love to take from the Saiyans and that's that they'll sleep through anything.