The Heart of Adventurers

By LastationLover5000, and Demod20, edited Firegod00

Chapter 9 — A Powerful Enemy in Common

Tearing out over the open ocean, the unlikely alliance were in pursuit of their enemy. It was a quiet travel, but the silence was broken by Son Goku himself. "I'm not the kinda guy who wants to be picky, Piccolo," he said, looking over at the Daimaō who was flying quickly alongside his Kintoun, "but why choose to ally with me? It's not a secret that we don't get along."

"I know how to pick my battles," replied Piccolo simply. "I'm no fool, Son. It sickens me to my stomach to admit it, but your brother is far stronger than either of us. And if I let him run free, then he will destroy this world before I have a chance to place it under my thumb. 'Saiyan' or no Saiyan, my best chance of getting him out of the picture was to saddle myself with you. But then...it will be your turn."

"Heh...I suppose I should consider myself lucky to have a strong partner right now, then!"

"You always were prone to disproportionate cheerfulness." replied the Daimaō.

They increased their speed, and could feel Raditz's ki becoming larger. In hindsight, it would have been impossible to miss — Raditz was currently the largest ki source on the planet, and by far the largest that Goku and Piccolo had ever felt. Closing in, the two saw something that only Goku would consider horrific. Around the crater, in which was a pod, sat Raditz. This, however, was a normal sight. It was the blood and gore that surrounded the entire area, along with a destroyed building, that shocked Goku.

Raditz must have killed all of these people.

"That...bastard...!" Goku growled, glaring down at his older brother. The Saiyan in question was staring directly up at the two with the most casual of smiles on his face. He knew they were coming, most likely through the device on his face. "How could that monster do this? All of these people!?"

"Calm yourself, Son," Piccolo advised. "There is no point in working yourself up before the battle even begins; you'll merely be a liability to me if you can't focus on the opponent in front of us. And we're here to rescue your spawn, aren't we? So focus!"

Breathing deeply, Goku relaxed himself. Pan was the priority. Getting distracted would only put his daughter in further danger. "You're right; thanks, Piccolo."

"Don't get used to it."

The Daimaō descended, and Goku leapt from Kintoun, which flew freely away in another direction. Landing neatly on the wasteland ground, amidst the bodies, the party of two stared down their opponent. Goku scanned the area, looking for his daughter; his eyes fell on the Nyoibō, his trusty staff that he'd given to his daughter. Seeing it, and not the girl, made a brief wave of panic hit him, before the man could sense her ki; it was coming from the man's own spacecraft. "So that's where she is!"

"Pan! Don't worry! Daddy's coming to save you, alright!?" Goku called out towards the sealed pod.

Raditz let out a mirthless laugh, crossing his arms, his shoulders shaking from the vibrations. "Ah, Kakarrot, it appears you're a comedian. No dead daddy will be saving anyone, now will they?"

"I'm not dying here today, Raditz!" Goku shot back, as he began to pull off the weighted training gi that he wore, letting the shoes, undershirt, and armbands slam to the ground. Tightening the obi around his waist, a grin stretched across the martial artist's face. "I'm not comin' at you alone this time!"

"No matter how many bugs you gather, it will all end the same way, little brother," replied the Saiyan, an amused expression crossing his face. "Things would have been so much simpler if you'd simply killed a hundred Earthlings like I'd asked, I'd've welcomed you back with open arms! Now, it looks like I'm going to have to beat the pride of a Saiyan into you!"

"You talk far too much," Piccolo muttered, having shrugged off his cape and turban, both of which were weighted like Goku's. It was only then that Raditz took notice of the combat strength of his two opponents.

"408...and only moments ago, it looks like Kakarrot's power jumped to 416..." The Saiyan's eyes narrowed. "Weighted training gear...elementary, but nonetheless efficient..." Raditz crossed his arms, smirking. "So it seems like you two were hiding a little bit more power, weren't you? No matter; you could try and raise your combat strength by hundreds each, and you still wouldn't outclass me!"

"There's more to being a fighter than just power," replied Goku, grinning. "I guess aliens don't place much stock in anything else?"

"The naïveté of youth..." Raditz scoffed. "You truly are a disgrace as a Saiyan, Kakarrot!"

"I've heard enough!" Goku replied, and he and Piccolo moved towards Raditz within the speed of blinking. Despite not always agreeing, the two didn't even need a cue to follow the other's example. Closing in, Piccolo thrust his arm forward, throwing a solid punch towards the alien. Goku bent down, pressing to the ground with a hand and pushed himself forward, slamming his right leg up towards Raditz's chin.

Surprising the both of them, Raditz reached out a hand each and intercepted both strikes. A fist and an ankle caught firmly in his grip, Raditz smirked. "So this is the power of my little brother and the little green man? My my. Colour me disappointed."

"He—"

"—caught our blows!?"

The duo was experiencing a level of shock that neither had ever properly felt before. Besides themselves, they hadn't truly met someone who was a match for them in several years, and it was only now that they realized they may have been placing too much stock in numbers. Regardless, they had to get away, and Piccolo's hand began to glow a vivid yellow.

Raditz was tipped off by a loud beeping, and immediately let go of their hand and ankle, vanishing as a yellow kikōha flew into the distance. Trying to regain their balance, Goku and Piccolo would only look around wildly, forgetting in a panic that they could sense ki. This mistake would cost them; in only moments, a blur struck their bodies from the front, sending both combatants hurtling backwards in incredible pain.

"Come on, boys, I haven't even begun to play seriously!" Raditz gloated, laughing. "But why don't I let you in on a secret? Even if you manage to defeat me now, I have colleagues, far out in space; each and every one of them is my superior in strength!"

Stunned, Goku and Piccolo could only stare blankly at Raditz. It had to be a joke, right? His power was already insane, and yet he had partners even stronger than he was?

Raditz continued to laugh, taking a stance. "How does it feel to taste despair?"

Struggling back to his feet, Goku could only chuckle weakly at this latest revelation. "I dunno about you, Piccolo...but to be honest, I could have lived a happy life without hearing that last bit."

"I would have thought it thrilled you, Son," Piccolo replied snidely. "Or does the great Son Goku admit cowardice when the chips are down?"

"It's more being caught with your pants down to be honest," shrugged Goku. "I've never had the best odds when I'm unprepared; but you remember that, don't you?"

"Clearly," replied Piccolo, who was savouring memories of a life gone by when he'd easily manhandled Son Goku when the latter was a child.

"Casually talking without a care in the world..." Raditz's eyes narrowed as he watched them with distaste. "Have they gone mad from fear? Or what?"

"Ready?"

"Do we have a choice?"

The two nodded at each other and rushed towards Raditz once again. Closing in, they each unleashed a physical assault that Raditz parried and fended off easily. One hand reserved for each combatant, the Saiyan warrior blocked and parried with speed his opponents hadn't yet seen, and strength they'd never before fathomed. All of it being done effortlessly, Raditz slammed a log-sized arm into Goku's stomach, sending him flying. With the thrust of a leg, his foot collided with Piccolo, and the Daimaō careened a distance away.

Skidding along the ground, Piccolo jammed the sharp nails of one hand in, cocking another back and sending a yellow kikōha towards Raditz. The Saiyan extended an arm, bracing impact for impact. The blast crashed into the hand, creating a massive explosion and kicking up dust. A self-assured grin crossed Raditz's face, confident at blocking Piccolo's ki blast.

And failed to notice something thin and red speeding towards his way. It broke through the concealment of dust, colliding solidly with Raditz's stomach. His armor blocked a majority of the damage, but the blow was stunning, throwing the Saiyan warrior off his guard. When the dust vanished entirely, he saw Kakarrot, red pole in hand, bending forward in a stance clearly meant for the usage of that weapon.

"That brat's...little toy..." Raditz snarled.

"I think it was lucky I saw my trusty Nyoibō lyin' over here," Goku replied, grinning. The weapon had enlarged itself to fit its true owners grip, and it retracted from Raditz's range, becoming a bō roughly equal to Goku in height. "I told you power wasn't everythin'; it never hurts to pack a few surprises in!"

"You truly are surprising, Son," Piccolo drawled. "I never thought you'd still be relying on that annoying little stick of yours. Though I suppose if it gives the edge we need, I cannot pick and choose how we do this, can I?"

"Not if you wanna make it out of this alive," replied Goku, spinning the red bō above his head and down to his side. "Now let's go again!"

Goku and Piccolo lunged towards Raditz again, the former with his Nyoibō in hand. Raditz, however, had recovered from the sneak attack and readied himself for the enemies' assault. It was his turn to evade and dodge, showing the two the truest definition of speed as he deftly ducked or leapt over their strikes, dodging green arm and red staff alike. Landing easily on the grass, he rushed forward, pressing into the ground and extending both legs in opposite directions, landing two powerful kicks to the torsos of Goku and Piccolo.

"Have you had enough yet, Kakarrot?" Raditz asked patronizingly. "Come now, I'll give you one last chance; join your family, little brother!"

"I've heard enough nonsense, Raditz!" Goku shot back, using the Nyoibō to help himself stand. "I'm only here for my kid!"

"You really do speak nothing but nonsense!" Raditz snapped angrily. "If you insist, I'll show you a one way trip to a world of pain!" Raising an arm above his head, it crackled with a purple ki. "Here! A little a present for the two of you!" Swinging his hand in an arc, Raditz sent a powerful sphere of ki towards the two of them. Goku and Piccolo leapt as high as they could, only just avoiding the blast, and it exploded as it hit the ground, rocking them with the shock wave as it made a gigantic crater.

"Such...power!" Piccolo gasped, as Goku could only gape. Had that move connected with them, they'd most certainly have been killed.

With a blur of movement, a dark shape appeared in front of them; Raditz had practically materialized in front of Piccolo, grabbing the Daimaō by his left arm. He kicked hard into Piccolo's torso, and with a sickening sound, ripped his arm off as Raditz sent Piccolo crashing down into the ground, landing hard into the crater made by his attack just moments prior.

"Piccolo!"

It was in Goku's distraction that Raditz took to the offensive, appearing beside his brother and landing a powerful kick to the martial artist's side. The blow rocked Goku, and he shot down towards Earth like a missile, crashing next to Piccolo with immense force.

Raditz descended from the air, Piccolo's arm gripped firmly in hand, as his two opponents struggled to their feet. "Oh my, it looks like you might need a hand," Raditz said sardonically, and casually lobbed Piccolo's severed arm towards him. Piccolo glared at the Saiyan, clutching his fresh stump, his severed arm flopping down in front of him. Purple blood was dripping from the wound, and there was a trail of it across the grass.

"Damn...Piccolo...you...you good?"

"No...this is certainly an inconvenience," Piccolo grumbled, gripping his bleeding stump. "But tell me, Son Goku, do you have any...new techniques?"

"Honestly, no..." Goku replied, lamenting his own lack of innovation. "For once, I'm fresh outta new techniques."

"You always were the lazy one, weren't you?" Piccolo grumbled. "We should both consider ourselves fortunate, however, that I am not."

"What's the matter, friends?" Raditz called out, still laughing. "Making secret little plans, are we? If that brings you comfort then feel free; it will all end the same anyway!"

"So you're saying you've got a new technique?" Goku asked, their voices hushed, ignoring Raditz's taunting. "Can you give it a go with one arm?

"The lack of a limb...is by no means a hindrance..." replied Piccolo. "However, I require time to accumulate ki; thus, you'll need to keep the Saiyan occupied until I'm ready."

"Tangling with him alone, eh?" Goku looked towards Raditz, who was patiently letting them formulate their plan as if he didn't have a care in the world. "Fine; you just do what you gotta do. I'll hold him off for as long as I can."

"Fate is truly an ironic thing..." Piccolo chuckled. "I devised this technique as a way of killing you..."

"And now it's gonna help me!" Goku grinned. "I like that!"

"Worry not, Son; when we fell this creature, your time will come..."

The two exchanged a macabre laugh, causing Raditz to look at them as if they were beginning to lose their minds. But if that surprised him, it paled in comparison to the shock of seeing Goku rushed towards him, bō gripped firmly in hand. Nearing Raditz, Goku swung down the Nyoibō, a whizzing sound filling the air as the bō came smashing down. Deftly, Raditz stepped to the side, and Goku firmly planted the tip of the Nyoibō into the ground, balancing on the staff and spinning, attempting to land a solid kick with this new momentum.

It wasn't enough, new tactic or not, and Raditz bent backwards to dodge the strikes, before vanishing once again and striking Kakarrot from the back. He was sent flying, but managed to stop his movement with the Nyoibō, grinding the staff into the dirt to ground himself. Raditz lunged for Goku, and Goku reciprocated in kind. The two brothers closing in on each other, Goku threw the Nyoibō into the air, thrust his hands out—

—and clapped. It was a powerful sound that reverberated throughout the air, and it came as such as surprise that it shocked Raditz, forcing the Saiyan to stop and actually blink in bewilderment.

This was the opening Goku needed. The Nyoibō fell, landing neatly back in Goku's steady grip. "Nyoibō, extend!" He commanded, and the bō grew as Goku jabbed his brother with it, forcing Raditz backwards. Then, applying pressure, Goku propelled Raditz into the air with a sharp and powerful blow from the staff to Raditz's chin. Flying upwards, Raditz had recovered, and glared down at Goku furiously.

But Goku had already cupped his hands to his sides, the Nyoibō resting at his feet. "Ka...Me...Ha...Me..."

The device on Raditz's face began to beep, and the Saiyan inspected the alien numerals that crossed the green glass. "This is impossible! Kakarrot's combat strength has jumped...to 924! And it's only increasing! Somehow...somehow he can focus all of his ki into a single point...!" The device began to beep louder, furiously, and Raditz turned to look down at Piccolo, who had placed his index fingers to his forehead and was accumulating ki. "What!? The little green man...his combat strength has jumped to over 1,000! This is impossible!"

"HA!"

Goku thrust his hands forward, expelling a gigantic beam of ki upwards towards Raditz. Raditz prepared himself, ready to brace against the impact as he'd done when Piccolo released his own kikōha. Goku, however, split his hands apart, separating the Kamehameha into two separate beams that ran down Raditz.

"You smart little...!" The Saiyan's hands were suddenly coated in pink ki and he shot two powerful beams down to match Goku. Rather than meeting, as they'd been known to do, his beams ripped directly through the split Kamehameha, and Goku took the blasts head on, screaming in pain as his body was sent flying, gi ripped. Raditz didn't miss his chance, and rocketed down towards the ground, before dashing towards Goku, who was trying to stand back on his feet. In an instant, he grabbed his brother by the scruff of freshly shredded gi.

"I've had it up to here showing you mercy!" Raditz snarled. "Just die, Kakarrot!"

"Someone will die this day," snarled Piccolo from the sidelines, and Raditz craned his head to look at his forgotten opponent. And if it could have, his jaw would have dropped.

1,330.

"His combat strength has shot up to 1,330!? And all of it focused into his fingertips! How!? How can they do this!?"

His fingertips brimming with ki, Piccolo removed them from his forehead. "You're finished, Saiyan! Makankōsappō!" Thrusting his fingertips forward, Piccolo expelled a giant beam of ki; a beam with spiraling rings around it, towards Raditz. The Saiyan took the full sight of the beam in, eyes wide, and a look of pure panic crossed his face. As the beam closed in, he focused all of his efforts into evasion, and with a burst of speed, sidestepped the blast. It collided with his armor's pauldron and ripped across his shoulder, but the wound was superficial at best, only destroying the armor portion and causing fresh blood. The blast continued to fly, hitting a mountain peak in the distance and causing an explosion.

"My my my..." Raditz clicked his tongue, moving a hand across his shoulder. "That was quite the blast attack, wasn't it? Tore right through my Combat Jacket. In fact, if that had actually hit me, you two might be scraping me off the floor..."

"I missed?! How could he move so quickly in an instant?!" Piccolo doubted himself with silent chastisement. His body inwardly felt the strain of releasing so much concentrated energy at once. Unlike the Saiyan who had a mere flesh wound his ace in the hole had failed. With little choice in the matter, he raised trembling fingers back to his forehead.

The sight of which caused the space faring warrior to laugh sardonically.

"Oh yes, green man! Go ahead and fire that again," Raditz goaded with outstretched arms, a delighted grin of welcome challenge spread across his broad features. "It might be your only chance to kill me. Just be careful. It'll be the only one you have left."

A sudden beeping on his Scouter caused a diversion in attention. The soft sound of pitter-pattering feet rushing across disheveled soil and grass barely caught by the keen fighter's senses. Turning to look over his shoulder he saw his brother, burned and bloodied by counterattack but still moving low to the ground. Hands were outstretched, reaching for his tail waving behind his back. Palms and digits closed in on the limb, making the Saiyan realize his intentions were far from childish.

However, it wouldn't be the first time someone tried that trick.

A flick of his fifth limb avoided his awry sibling's grip and smashed into his face, breaking his nose with an audible crunch. Spitting blood and flying back he wouldn't get far; not when his brother was intent on punishing him.

"Where do you think you're going, little brother?!" The Saiyan raucously laughed, his brawny gauntlet covered hand grasped his ankle, yanking him back to earn a loud yelp. Swinging him over his head to crash into the ground, he thrashed him across the earth repeatedly as if he was a rag doll. His emerald skinned ally was petrified with indecision, unsure if charging the attack was the best course of action. The new arrival of Earth knew this and took full opportunity to land his only ally onto the ground. With a loud yell the long-maned combatant leaped casually into the air and allowed the planet's gravity to aid a boot smash right over his chest. The ground gave way, forming a considerable crater of impact with a shrieking Goku under his sole.

"Did you really think you could stop me with such a parlor trick?" Raditz asked rhetorically as he ground his foot over his kin's assuredly cracked ribs. "As long as you have a considerable battle power, even if pathetic by my standards, my Scouter will always alert me to your movements. That also goes for techniques you charge, like that little light show with before. Really, Kakarrot, you should have joined me when I gave you the chance. A chance I'll give you once more."

"N-Never!" Goku spat, blood splattering over his big brother's boot all the while glaring up at him. "I-I won't join you! Brother or not, this is my home and I won't let you destroy i-EEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

"See, look what you made me do?" The Saiyan laughed darkly, hiding his disgust how repulsively stubborn his backwater raised brother was. "Don't make me kill you. Or else, who will be a father to your lovely daughter?"

"D-Dammit," The martial artist swore aloud, groaning between wheezes as let out another scream when another rib snapped.

Just as Raditz's patience had nearly run its course, his Scouter began to beep erratically. His first immediate reaction was to turn to look at the paralyzed Daimaō. But seeing that he wasn't the source he'd feel a quaking sensation rattle the earth and cause his feet to shake. Twisting his head with a whip of his hair, he saw with an awestruck expression a single figure erupting from his Attack Pod.

"You-!" Raditz cried as he saw Pan rip through his vessel as if it was made of tissue paper. With an agile flip onto her haunches, she looked up with furious anguish. Tears spilled down her face as she saw the source of her father's cries. An aura of white emitted off her uniform, sending a gust of wind around her. The ignition of light caused his bleeping tool on the side of his head to fixate on a number, one that made him croak with fear. "1337?!"

"YOU HURT MY PAPA!" She let out a fierce immature yell, her body taking off in a current of light that left her father, Piccolo and her uncle speechless.

"No! Stay away!" The Saiyan shouted with alarm, lifting up both arms and releasing a pair of rose colored beams. The same power that would easily tear apart his foes from before now only buffered the oncoming monstrous force. Petering off her mantle of wrath, Pan's expression of anger closed in on his visage of panic.

Both eyes briefly met before their heads clashed in a shower of light and a thuum of kinetic backlash. Both half breed and pure blood's eyes rolled to the back as the resulting crash that split the earth beneath their feet now separated their falling frames. Raditz fell onto his back -consequently atop of his injured brother- just as Pan did, both bearing bloody gashes sliding down their faces.

"Wh-What incredible power!" Piccolo gaped, his trembling fingers finally lowered to his side as he breathed a sigh of relief. The Saiyan's ki finally lowered down to near zero, the side effect of him being knocked unconscious. "Son Goku, your daughter is even more impressive than you. You really have been slacking off."

"Hahaha, believe me, I'm just as clueless as you," Goku weakly chuckled, still grimacing as he worked his way from underneath his brother's limp body.

"Still, it seems that brat was taken out too. Which means I'm the only left to finish the job-"

"Wait!" His rival shouted, shakily stand up with a lurch in his step.

"Oh come ON, Son!" The Daimaō groaned with teeth gnashed frustration. "He nearly killed you and wouldn't have hesitated to do the same to your spawn. Hell, we're lucky to be alive! If he wakes up, he'll be even more angry and be less inclined to spare us than your soft heart is!"

"Oh yeah? If we kill him, what then? What about his partners in space?" Goku asked weakly, a bitter smile working its way onto his bloodied face. Despite his wrecked condition, Piccolo twitched silently at what he said. Feeling like he was given the go ahead, the martial artist continued with a more stern countenance. "Face it, the only reason we got lucky was because of Pan. If things kept going the way they were, we'd be dead now or worse. If what he says is true, which he doesn't seem to be the lyin' sort, his friends are goin' to be less friendly than he is. We don't know a thing about them. If we kill him now without even knowing what they're capable of, we'd be back to square one."

"You're insane, you know that?" Piccolo sneered, focusing on his bloodied stump. He remembered the pain of how that sibling of his worst enemy tore his arm clean off. If there was more of them even stronger, who knows what they'd do to him? Sighing, he stoically stared back at Goku with a sound of resentment in his throat. "I don't like this. Keeping him prisoner could end your life quicker."

"Better than waitin' for somebody to kill us later," Goku countered with a light chuckle.

"Fine," Piccolo scoffed, grunting as he ejected a new arm out of his stump, finally gathered the energy necessary to pull off his feat of regeneration. As he examined it with satisfaction, he flicked his finger towards Pan, causing her to float up into the air and into his grip. When Goku's expression turned panicked he just smiled calmly at him. "Relax, Son. If we're going to stand an iota of chance, I'm going to train your child the right way to fight. With her latent potential being so high, she may be one of our only chances of matching those monsters."

"I guess I got no choice. I can barely move as it is," Goku chuckled with a weak smile. It'd disappear all too quickly, his glare one of the utmost seriousness. "Promise me you won't let her die."

"I've got no obligation to protect her if she turns out to be weak," His arch rival replied, his own smile turning into a disgusted snarl. "But sure, I'll make sure she doesn't die. My life is riding on the line for her becoming a stronger fighter than me anyways. Though, if we make it through this it's back to business as usual, got it?"

"Whatever you say, buddy," Goku laughed weakly. Watching him rise into the air and fly off into the horizon, he let himself fall back onto the ground with a grunt of pain. It wasn't long till he heard the sound of engines thrumming in the horizon, the sight of Bulma's Capsule Jet rushing headlong towards his location. Closing his eyes, he groaned with realization. "How am I going to explain this to Bulma?"

In a far off planet, the transmission had ended from the low level fighter, Raditz. The one listening in was of similar appearance but drastic change in features. With hair up-turned like a torch of black from his crown the stout shorter Saiyan bore blue fabric intertwined with yellow guards for his weak spots and white protective mesh for his body. With a rose colored Scouter beeping off over his left eye, he let out a derisive chuckle. Turning to look at his cohort, a bald burly brute who put even their errand runner to shame in sheer stature wore gold protectors and black mesh, but had his arms and legs exposed to show ripped muscles.

The two were feasting on the flesh of bipedal enemies, reptilian in nature and only a pile of limbs picked to the bone sat in front of them. Their bodies were gathered into dozens of piles stories high, charred from the burning that was taken place. Their mission had ended hours ago and they were ravenous. Lacking any real protein on this world save for the denizens they wiped out, they had taken the opportunity to use their dead for a feast. Listening in on their cohort it was to the dismay and surprise that he had failed.

Though such surprise didn't remain, as the aforementioned laughter ensued.

"Well-Well, it seems Raditz has failed his mission to recruit his long lost brother," Prince Vegeta announced, holding his half chewed arm in one hand while stroking his chin with deviousness. "What a disappointment he became."

"What do ya wanna do, boss?" General Nappa inquired after swallowing another chunk of burnt meat.

Standing upright, the proud Prince of all Saiyans tossed aside his snack with a dark smile armed on his face, "Gather the others. It's time I punished our failure of a Saiyan and I'd like to make him an example."

A/N:
LastationLover5000: Whoo BOY was this chapter a doozy and a fun one to write. It took a little longer than our others, I think, but I'd had writers block for the longest, and in addition to writing my primary story, yeah, that was quite the detriment. But this was the chapter I was really looking forward to us doing; anyone who has seen my Raditz-central three chapter story knows that I like Raditz very much, so it is no surprised that Demod and I kept him alive, is it? Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Thanks to Firegod00 for a proofread, and we'll see you all real soon!

Demod20: Wow, this chapter made me feel a bit unleashed compared to my coauthor. While he ripped off Piccolo's arm, I made Raditz go complete dark as he ragdolled his brother and stomped him into the dirt. But it was still a lot of fun! Seeing Pan make the valiant takedown for her daddy and Goku SURVIVE along with his brother was a nice change from the canon (Though at this point, would you care about canonicity?). But as few lines as I wrote, the most fun I had was describing Vegeta and Nappa, just waiting to go take on our heroes. Given our tardiness this time around we'll definitely get the next update done this coming October. See you guys then!