Wedding Day

The past six months passed rapidly. They were nothing but a blur to Bulma, but now time seemed to be standing still to make up for its rush. She stood in her bedroom, looking herself over in her mirror. Her blue hair was curled and piled high on her head. Her dress, perfect white, made her look like a genuine princess. Its strapless style was elegant, and classic with the tulle shawl around her shoulders, and the satin bodice and skirt were adorned with real diamonds in floral designs. The bodice was tight, accentuating her curves, and the skirt flared out at her hips. The dress did not have a long train by her request. She had decided the perfect place to get married was on the grounds of Capsule Corporation. She didn't want her dress getting dirty by dragging through the grass. So this was it. This was the day she married Yamcha. She felt jittery, but her smile was real.

She pulled on her long satin gloves and turned away from the mirror. She went to her balcony and saw that everything was ready. The altar was set up with several rows of chairs for her guests. Some were already milling around, awaiting the ceremony. The priest was there, too. Good. She sighed happily when she saw how wonderfully her decorations turned out. Everything was as she pictured it. The photographer was there, taking pictures to document it all. This was a wedding to go down in the history books.

She jumped when she heard someone knocking on the door. "Bulma, honey, it's about time to get started."

"Ok, Mom. I'll be down in a minute." Bulma exhaled a shaky breath and ran over to the mirror to check herself over one last time. Her makeup was perfect, her hair was in place, and her dress looked fantastic on her. She put on a diamond necklace and left her room.

Bulma went downstairs and found her father waiting for her by the door. The guests were all seated, Yamcha and the groomsmen were all waiting. Chi-Chi and Launch, her bridesmaids, walked into the hall when they heard her on the stairs. "Wow, guys, you look great," she told them.

"Oh, Bulma!" Chi-Chi threw her arms around her blue-haired friend when she saw her. "You're absolutely beautiful."

"Thanks, Chi." Bulma pulled away from her and gestured toward the door. "Well, what do you say we get this show on the road?"

Launch opened the door and went outside. With the door open, they could hear the music playing. She smiled at Bulma and stepped outside, followed by Chi-Chi. When the music changed to her processional music, Bulma linked arms with her father and went outside. She saw all her guests standing, turned to see her entrance. Her smile brightened when she looked down the aisle and saw Yamcha at the end, the biggest grin she had ever seen on his face. She could see him wiping the palms of his hands on his pants. He was nervous. So was she, so she couldn't blame him. They stopped short of the altar where Dr. Brief gave her away. He kissed her cheek and she stepped forward, taking Yamcha's hand.

She hardly listened to the priest as he talked. She could hear her own heart pounding in her chest and she was afraid Yamcha could feel her hands trembling. She was excited and nervous all at once. Her palms felt sweaty, but she wasn't sure if it was from her hands or his. Maybe both. She wished the priest would hurry up and finish so they could say their vows and get it done. The suspense was killing her.

…

"Two minutes until landfall."

The saiyan opened his eyes and stretched as much as he could in the confines of his space pod. He yawned, filling his lungs with oxygen, and scratched his head. He hated waking from stasis. He looked out the porthole and saw a small planet in the distance, blue with white streaks like a marble floating in space. Nothing terribly impressive from his viewpoint. He shrugged and leaned back in his seat. He hadn't come to admire the view. He was on a mission.

"One minute until landfall."

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered. He shifted in his seat in preparation for impact. The pod started shaking as he entered the atmosphere and the retrorockets fired up to slow his descent. He hoped this wouldn't take long. He needed to get it done as fast as possible. He moved his hands to the edge of the seat and dug his fingers into the cushiony material. He counted down in his head the seconds to impact, relaxing every muscle in his body at the last instant. He nearly crashed forward in the pod, but he held himself in his seat. "So, I'm here."

He entered the code to open the hatch. A stream of daylight shone in and he caught the scent of tamed animals, most likely birds. His stomach rumbled the second he smelled it. It had been an awfully long time since his last meal. He stepped out of the pod and squinted until his eyes adjusted to the bright light. He heard something else rumbling and puttering not far away. It was growing closer. It didn't sound like any sort of animal he could imagine. He levitated out of the crater and was shocked when he saw a living person holding a flimsy weapon that was aimed at him. He could smell the man's fear and he was visibly shaking. Pathetic weakling.

"Who are you?" the man yelled.

Raditz sneered. There were three possibilities: the first was that he came to the wrong planet, the second was that his brother died, and the third was that his brother didn't complete his mission. There was no excuse if the third was the truth. The creature standing before him had a power level of five. Even a saiyan infant could easily crush such a being. Especially if he transformed into the oozaru. He shook his head and lowered himself to the ground.

"I asked who you are!" the man yelled, seeing that the long-haired visitor wasn't answering. He pulled the trigger on his rifle.

He heard the bang and snatched the flying bullet out of the air. What a primitive weapon. He rolled his eyes and flicked the bullet back, hitting the man in the forehead. He dropped to the ground, dead. Raditz stepped over his fallen body and surveyed the field. Miles of lush green grass stretched in all directions around him. There were tall mountains in the far distance. In the pasture, he saw the birds he smelled. They were large and pink, probably flightless. The man, judging by his attire, was a sort of farmer and these birds were his livestock. That meant they were edible. Not that Raditz was concerned with whether or not the planet's natives considered the birds to be food; he could eat anything. The birds instinctively moved away from him when he approached. He didn't want to waste much time, but having some nourishment before getting started wouldn't be a bad idea. He blasted one of the birds and started eating without cooking it.

He ate three of the birds and some pears he found in a tree before he used his scouter to find the highest power levels on the planet. He was disappointed when the highest level was far below what a saiyan's level should have been. Even as a third-class, if that power belonged to his brother, he was pathetically weak for his age. He should have at least reached 1100 by now. He shook his head and headed in the direction his scouter indicated. He flew for several minutes, soon finding himself in a desert wasteland. Why anyone would want to spend their time there he couldn't fathom. He closed in on the source of the energy signal soon enough and landed on the ground across from him. A Namekian? He wasn't going to bother asking.

"Who are you?" the Namekian demanded.

Raditz wondered why everyone was so interested in who he was. His name was irrelevant. What mattered was that he was going to kill them. "I'm not interested in introductions. I'm here to find my brother. I thought perhaps you were him judging by your power. Tell me, do you know of anyone who goes by the name of Kakarrot?"

"No, I don't."

"Power level of 322. You're not from this planet, that much is obvious."

"Look, I don't want to start a fight – "

"I do." Raditz could play with this fighter for quite a while before tossing him aside like a ragdoll. He was ten times stronger, but he knew how to take it easy and draw out a fight. The only problem he ever had was the other warrior giving up. But this green man seemed pretty uptight to begin with, probably thinking he was tough stuff. Raditz wouldn't mind taking him down a notch before sending him to the next dimension. Besides, he could use the warm-up.

Piccolo quickly powered up and fired a powerful ki blast at Raditz, but it had no effect on the saiyan warrior. While he was still in shock, Raditz decided he would end the fight quickly after all. He didn't have time to waste on someone so weak. He had to find his brother and take him away to help purge other planets. They were on a tight schedule and they had Frieza breathing down their necks.

Raditz was about to unleash his attack when his scouter picked up another power level far away to the west. "That must be Kakarrot!" Abandoning his fight with the Namekian, Raditz flew to the higher power level as fast as he could. This one had to be his brother, though it was still weak. It didn't matter. With a power of 334 he was still stronger than many of the other creatures in the galaxy and would still prove useful in purge missions. Though he didn't seem to be very good at purging this planet with all its fragile inhabitants. Something must have gone wrong, but what?

…

Bulma thought the priest was going to drone on forever. Would he get to the point already? She got it, they were going to live together forever as one, blah, blah, blah. She'd heard it all before on a million soap operas. She knew what she was getting herself into and she was ready to make the jump. She wanted Yamcha at her side for the rest of her life. She felt like the priest was trying to make her change her mind more than join them together.

"Yamcha, do you take Bulma to be your wedded wife, to live together in marriage. Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to her so long as you both shall live?" The priest looked expectantly at Yamcha, who seemed to have forgotten how to speak. He grinned stupidly at Bulma, trying to get his voice to work.

'Two simple words, you lunkhead,' she groaned inwardly. 'Just say the damn words. I do isn't that hard to remember! Come on!'

He was about to speak before he was interrupted when a strong wind started up across the Capsule Corporation lawn. Everyone looked up and started shouting when they saw something that had the potential to completely ruin the whole wedding ceremony. If nothing else, it seriously messed up Bulma's perfect hair, which further incensed her when she realized what was going on.

"Get out of here!" she screamed, waving her bouquet furiously to gain the attention of the helicopter pilot, ignoring the fact that half the petals were instantly blown off. "You idiot! You're ruining my wedding!"

She was too furious to even think about how the media helicopter managed to get into the airspace about the compound without being shot down or something. The only aircraft allowed over Capsule Corp grounds were the private jets the Briefs used and transport vehicles used to bring in materials. She turned to Goku, the best man, and pointed at the copter. "Goku, would you please go tell them to leave before I sue their asses for every penny they're worth?"

Goku grinned and leaped up the helicopter. He had a short conversation with the pilot before he jumped back down to the ground. By the time his feet hit the earth, the helicopter was flying away. Apparently Bulma's threat was heeded.

Trying to fix her hair with her free hand, Bulma scowled at the retreating helicopter. "I told every majors news company that if they tried to crash my wedding they would pay for it," she growled. Once everyone had taken their seats after the small fiasco and they quieted down, Bulma took Yamcha's hands and smiled sweetly. "Now, where were we?"

Yamcha swallowed and took a deep breath. "I-I do."

Bulma breathed a sigh of relief. She squeezed Yamcha's hands tighter. The priest turned to her and asked her the same question of intention. "Do you, Bulma, take Yamcha to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in marriage. Do you promise to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to him so long as you both shall live?"

She suddenly realized why Yamcha hesitated so long. This was it. They were really doing it. She wanted to do it, but she choked on the words. They were hard to say. They were the hardest words she would ever have to say. She opened her mouth to speak.

"Everybody look out!"

"Huh?" There was an uproar through the gathered guests and a gust of wind nearly knocked Bulma off her feet before she could see what was happening. She felt Yamcha's hands breaking free from hers and heard screams all around her. If it was those damn reporters again she was personally going to see to it that they found themselves in the unemployment line tomorrow morning. She whirled around, trying to find the source of the chaos, but she tripped over the hem of her dress before she could take more than two steps. As she crashed to the ground she saw Yamcha and the others running in the same direction, their hands clenched into fists and their auras flaring up around them. She called out to them, "Guys, wait! We're not finished here yet! Get back here! What is going on?"

No one was listening. Her wedding day was ruined. She knew it before she saw what the problem was. Something had gone horribly wrong, something far worse than meddling news crews. She pushed herself up to her feet and gasped when she saw a man she didn't recognize standing inside the gate of the compound. How had he gotten in? The security system should have been able to keep anyone out. She gulped when she appraised him more carefully. He was enormous, probably almost seven feet tall. Heavily muscled, he had long, wild hair that went past his knees, and he was wearing some weird brown and black armor that seemed familiar. She gasped when she looked at his face and saw a strange communication device on his left ear with a dark green screen that wrapped around and covered his left eye. Aside from the color, it was exactly like… Vegeta's.

Bulma gathered up her skirts and kicked off her high heels to run over to the unexpected visitor and her friends, who were all gathered in a bunch a few feet away from him. As she drew closer she could hear them exchanging words. Neither party sounded pleased with the other. She stopped when she reached Goku, who was standing at the front of the pack, and laid her hand on his shoulder. He was hunched forward, ready to take his fighting stance if need be.

"Why haven't you killed these people, Kakarrot?" the stranger shouted.

Bulma shrank back from him. He was clearly upset and he reeked of death. He terrified her. She could feel Goku trembling. She looked at his face and saw a rare expression of rage. "I don't know who this Kakarrot you're looking for is. My name is Goku, and I'm an earthling!"

"Fool! Have you forgotten who are you? What you are?"

"Goku," Bulma squeaked, "what is he talking about?"

Goku shrugged off her hand and moved into his fighting stance. "He says I'm an alien and I was sent to Earth as a baby to kill everyone here. He claims to be my older brother."

Bulma gasped and looked from Goku to the other man, presumably an alien. Now that she was closer, she could see some resemblance between the two. But he was so much taller and bigger and evil. She could practically feel it. She shook her head furiously. "You have a brother? Goku, what is going on?"

"Now isn't the time for questions, Bulma," he growled. He shoved her behind him into the safety of Yamcha's arms. He glared at Raditz. "Even if what you say is true, you're no brother of mine! I was raised an earthling, so my allegiance is to them, not these saiyans."

Saiyans? Bulma felt her heart stop. Did he say saiyans? She broke free of Yamcha's embrace and stepped forward again, bravely this time. She swallowed back her fear and went closer to Raditz. She noticed for the first time a strange brown belt around his waist. That wasn't a belt though. She knew exactly what it was. It was a tail. He was a saiyan. She'd heard that word once before, so long ago she could hardly remember. She had always had her suspicions about Goku and her first real friend…

Defiantly, she met Raditz's gaze. He looked at her with disdain, but she refused to be intimidated. He might know something she desperately wanted to know. She cleared her throat, hoping her voice would be strong when she spoke. "Saiyan? You're a saiyan? What's your name?"

The tall man's lip curled in a sneer. "My name is Raditz, wench, not that it concerns you. Yes, I am a saiyan warrior. I was sent here to retrieve my brother. We could use more help on our missions."

Bulma held up her hand. "Whoa, slow down there, buddy. You said Goku is your brother?" She looked back at her younger friend, who was staring at her incredulously, urging her silently to get back to safety behind him. She ignored him as she turned back to Raditz. "I don't know what the chances are, but do you know a saiyan by the name of Vegeta?"

Raditz was actually caught off guard with that question. He reeled back, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. How did she know that name? This backwater planet didn't seem to be aware of anything outside its atmosphere. There was no way she could have heard his name. Unless… he shook his head and raked his hand through his long mane. It wasn't possible. This wasn't the planet. It couldn't be. He regained his voice a moment later. "How do you know that name?" he snarled.

"Why, do you know him?" Bulma's eyebrow raised and she rested her hands on her hips.

"Of course I know him, you fool!" he yelled. "He is my prince!"

"Bulma," Goku hissed, "Get out of here. It's dangerous here. Get everyone out."

Bulma shook her head in response to her friend's pleas. She wasn't going to leave until she found out more from this alien. "Vegeta is your prince?"

"How do you know his name?"

Bulma huffed. "You mean to tell me he's never mentioned me? This planet? Anything?" She felt tears forming and blinked them back. If they were talking about the same Vegeta – and she was sure they were – he never intended to come back to Capsule Corporation. He left, he left the damn planet for Kami's sake! And he forgot about them. They were nothing to him. It couldn't be.

"Why would he? He has never been here before."

The blue-haired woman stomped her foot, now furious with the boy who she once considered a friend, a brother. "He was too here! He stayed here with me and my parents for six months!" She wiped her eyes with her hands. "He was – he was only eleven. I know it's been a long time, but, but he was here. He was my friend."

"Bulma?" Yamcha decided it was time to speak up. He stepped forward and grabbed Bulma's elbow, dragging her back a few feet. "B, what are you talking about?"

Raditz growled. He didn't have time to waste talking to this female peasant. He found his brother and intended to take him away. He couldn't fail his comrades. "Look, I don't know what the hell you're talking about, wench, and I'm not interested. I'm here for Kakarrot. Forget the purge on this planet. We don't have time to waste."

"I'm not going anywhere with you!" Goku snapped.

"Brother," Raditz said, his tone giving a clear warning, "You must come with me. We need your help." He advanced a step toward his little brother, not willing to take 'no' for an answer. He froze when he felt two small hands on his forearm. He looked to the side and saw the blue-haired woman looking up at him, pleading with her eyes for him to wait.

"Raditz, please, are you sure Vegeta never mentioned Earth?"

"You foolish woman!" He brushed her off, nearly knocking her off her feet. "Yes, he mentioned Earth, but it'll do you no good. He's never coming back here. Even if he did, he would not remember you."

Bulma felt a hot tear trickle down her cheek. "He's never coming back?"

"Not unless he comes to destroy your damn mudball."

"He wouldn't! He's not like that!" Bulma's voice broke as a sob rose in her chest. "He's not like that!"

"You obviously don't know him."

Bulma felt arms encircling her waist and pulling her away. She didn't care. She felt numb. Her Vegeta? A killer? A monster? She couldn't believe it. But then, it had been nearly two decades since she last saw him. Maybe he changed. Or maybe she never really knew him, like Raditz said. She slowly shook her head, no longer able to fight back her tears. The pain of Vegeta leaving had healed long ago. She accepted the fact that he was never going to return. But Raditz opened the wound, like picking off a scab, and now she was hurting all over again. It was made worse this time because she knew for sure he never meant to come home. He was an alien, a real alien from another planet, and his job was clearing planets of life. Like some kind of sick space pirate. It was too much for her to bear. She fainted.

…

"C'mon, Vegeta, we got to purge this planet fast. We only got three weeks to do it," Nappa reminded his prince. They were on their fourth straight mission. They were tired and hungry and wanted nothing more than some food and rest, but they had to keep going to meet the lizard's requirements. They were to complete the purge of the current planet in two weeks. That wasn't very long even though there were few inhabitants. The problem was, they were pretty strong and they lived mostly underground. That meant it would take time to flush them out and kill them since they weren't supposed to utterly destroy the surface of the planet.

Vegeta groaned and ruffled his hair. He was constantly reminded that failure to do as he was ordered would result in death, but he was beginning to not care. At least if he were dead he wouldn't have to purge planets and obey the commands of the disgusting lizard. Sure, he preferred being alive over rotting in hell, but sometimes it was hard to tell the difference. "I'm tired of purging planets."

"I know, so am I," Nappa admitted. "How 'bout we get some food and then we get started?"

"Fine." Vegeta sat down on the ground and stared up at the star-studded sky. He would wait for Nappa to find them some food. He heard the larger saiyan leave to go hunt some prey. He really did appreciate his bodyguard. Since Raditz left he had been his only companion. He was always there to make sure he wasn't detaching himself from reality, helping ease him into sanity. It had been a long road, but he was finally able to say he was real, the world was real, and all his senses were real. Basically, he had recovered from his madness almost entirely, but he still had a deep-seated fear of abandonment. He would never tell the others, nor would he let any such fear cross their mental links, but he was well aware of it. He could not stand the idea of ever being alone again.

He waited for nearly an hour before Nappa returned, dragging behind him three large animals. Each one had black fur, long necks, two legs, and short tails. Strange creatures, to say the least, but undoubtedly edible, and that was all the saiyans cared about. While Nappa skinned and gutted the animals, Vegeta started a fire and started roasting the meat. They found the meat was mostly flavorless, in serious need of seasoning, but they didn't care enough to bother finding any sort of herbs. Their main goal was nourishment, not gustatory pleasure. They finished soon after starting their meal and stood up, blasted the remains of the animals, and checked their scouters to locate the nearest inhabitants to start their purge.

"If we can find access to their underground networks, we can probably finish this purge quickly," Vegeta reasoned. "They're probably connected in the same way any other civilization is connected on ground level."

"You're probably right."

"Of course I am." Vegeta rolled his eyes. He looked around and wondered why the sentient species lived beneath the planet's surface. Were the conditions so adverse? The whole planet seemed to be covered in a thick jungle. The air was hot and humid, teeming with flying insects. There were wild beasts, but so far he hadn't seen any that looked particularly dangerous. It seemed habitable enough, but he wasn't there to question the natives about their living arrangements. He was there to kill them. "There's a large group of them 90 miles southwest of here. Go and see if you can find a way to get underground there. I'm going to go to the other side of the planet and search for a way in. Let me know if you have any trouble with them."

"Yes, sir." Nappa leaped into the air and flew in the direction of the large populace. Vegeta sighed before shooting off to go to the opposite side of the globe. He hoped Raditz managed to find his brother, assuming he was still alive. Having another member in their squadron would be advantageous. They could finish missions faster and have more time for rest in between. Saiyans had incredible endurance, but Frieza was purposely pushing their limits. Stasis gave them rest, but it wasn't the kind of rest that left them feeling energized. It merely kept them alive without nutrient intake and oxygen for long periods.

'I want to get this over with. Maybe if we finish this one fast, Frieza will allow us a short break from missions. I doubt it, but there's always the chance.' Vegeta flew until he was above a source of thousands of energy signals. Somewhere, deep below the planet's surface, was a city of sorts. He was going to find a way in, blast the people, and find some sort of link to the next group of people. Nothing to it.

…

Raditz watched disinterestedly as the human with the scarred face dragged the woman away. At least he didn't have to deal with her and her foolish questions anymore. His eyes shifted to his brother, who was readying himself for a fight. He rolled his eyes. He was weak, there was no way he could put up a decent fight. He noticed Kakarrot didn't have a tail. Another mockery of his race, letting these humans take away the source of his true power. No wonder his power level was so low. His brother was nothing but a disgrace, but even so, he could hopefully be helpful on their purge assignments. He was not going to leave Earth empty-handed.

He was distracted from his thoughts when a child forced his way through the legs of the earthling warriors and ran to cling to Kakarrot's leg. He had long, wild black hair and pure black eyes filled with tears. That was nothing too unusual, but what caught Raditz's attention was the brown, furry tail weaving through the air behind him. A saiyan tail. There was no mistaking it.

"You have a son, Kakarrot?"

Goku wasn't listening. He was trying to push Gohan back to safety, but the child wouldn't let go of his leg. He was terrified of what was going on around him and he was seeking comfort from his father. He didn't like the big, scary man who had his eyes on him. He didn't like how he smelled and he didn't like the way he talked to people. He was mean.

'I can't believe this! He mated with one of these inferior creatures?' Raditz ground his teeth and clenched his fists. Maybe his brother wasn't worth the effort. He was more human than saiyan, that much was clear. Still, he had the potential they needed. Saiyan potential, saiyan strength. He didn't have a tail anymore, but his son did. Would a half-breed have the same power?

"Well, then, Kakarrot, if you won't come with me then I'll take your son in your place." When Raditz stepped forward to grab Gohan, Goku growled and shot forward to defend him. He punched Raditz in the jaw, but he was easily knocked to the ground, the breath forced from his lungs. Bursts of light exploded in his vision. The pain was like nothing he had ever felt before. Raditz stepped over him and snatched Gohan by the back of his jacket and held him up at eye level. The boy was disgusting, with tears streaming down his cheeks and snot hanging from his nose. Maybe he wasn't worth taking. Well, he had to be better than nothing.

Raditz was nearly caught off guard when another one of the warriors assaulted him, a short bald man with an even lower power level than the Namekian he encountered earlier. Raditz slapped him out of the air with his tail. He lost consciousness as soon as he hit the ground. There was another taller man, bald, with three eyes. Instead of trying a physical attack, he threw a powerful beam of ki at Raditz, careful to avoid hitting Gohan. Raditz sidestepped the attack and fired back with a small ball of ki that nearly killed the three-eyed warrior.

"I'm done wasting my time with you weaklings. I'll give you one hour to make up your mind, Kakarrot. It's you or the boy." Raditz kicked Goku in the ribs and levitated off the ground, leaving behind confusion and fear. He flew back to his space pod with the crying child and shut him in it, tired of hearing his bawling. He went to find more food while he waited for his brother to come with his decision made.

"Goku, Goku get up!" Chi-Chi knelt next to her husband and shook his shoulders, trying to break him out of his daze. "Goku, he took Gohan! You have to get him back!" She was hysterical, shrieking.

Goku winced as he sat up and rubbed his head. He heard his pulse rushing in his ears. He felt like he'd been hit by a train. "Where'd he go? I'm going to go after him!"

"I wouldn't go alone if I were you."

They looked up when they heard a chillingly familiar gruff voice high above them. They saw Goku's arch nemesis, Piccolo, hovering in the sky above them with cape billowing in the wind. His arms were crossed and he had a deep scowl on his face. He never looked happy, not even when he was winning in a fight against Goku. The tailless saiyan, though still feeling the effects of the blow Raditz gave him, jumped to his feet, immediately on the defense against Piccolo.

"What do you want?" he shouted.

Piccolo lowered himself to the ground. He didn't seem terribly pleased about what he was about to say. "I don't like this anymore than you do, but we can't beat him fighting alone. He's too strong. I'm proposing a temporary alliance. As soon as we take care of him it'll go back to the way it's always been between us."

"Goku, you can't trust him," Chi-Chi hissed. She clung to his arm, afraid of Piccolo, terrified for her son, and horrified by the events leading up to this strange proposal.

Goku rubbed the back of his neck, unsure of what to do. All he knew was that he couldn't waste more time. He had to hurry and get Gohan back or Raditz would take him away and he might never see him again. He couldn't allow that to happen. He gently pushed Chi-Chi away. "Alright, we'll fight him together." He gave an apologizing glance to his wife. "I'll bring him home, Chi, don't worry."

"Please be careful," she whispered.

He nodded. "Flying nimbus!" The yellow cloud flew to him and he hopped on. "You think you can keep up?" he asked Piccolo.

"Please. That thing will be lucky to keep up with me."

"Alright then. Let's go!"

A/N: Ah, suspense. What do you think happens when Goku and Piccolo fight Raditz? Guess you'll just have to wait and find out! Bring on the reviews. :)

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