Past To future

\"Sorry for the delay in the latest instalment of your favorite story! Unfortunately this will be a growing trend, since, in the summer time I work fifteen hour days with no time off...I will try to update when and where I can, but I\'m usually soooo tired! Sorry agian.

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“Excuse me,” Raditzu said speaking common, hoping that this planet wasn’t so back water that they hadn’t heard of common.

“HOLLY SHIT! IT SPEAKS ENGLISH!” One of them cried, dropping their weapon. It emitted a loud bang and Raditzu felt something ricochet off of his armor and into the ground. Bending over he picked it up, looking at the little h unk of metal. ‘This piece of shit had been meant for my hide‘, Raditzu though. Frowning he flicked the metal back to it’s owner surprised when it went through the thing’s ugly head. ‘Shit these Saiyanoid life forms weren’t anywhere near my power level and I am considered rather weak now.’

“GET IT!” The leader shouted and it was almost as if Raditzu had stirred an ant hill.

“Oh FUCK. . . .” Raditzu cursed, holding his hands up to show them he held no weapons, “Look, I didn’t mean to. . .honestly. Now just don’t get. . .OWWWW!” Looking at his shoulder he growled in frustration and anger, a large dart of some sort sticking out of his training suit.

“What the FUCK! That was enough to bring down an elephant!” Someone exclaimed and Raditzu’s eyes narrowed. Pulling the dart from his arm he sniffed it, ignoring the smell of his own blood, there was something that smelt suspiciously like a tranquilizer on it.

Crumbling the dart to dust in his hand, he snarled, “What the FUCK do you guys think you’re doing! What sort of military is this? Firing upon a person who has shown no hostility!” He was really starting to get pissed now, turning in a slow circle he analyzed the alien’s ki only to discover that they were next to nothing. “You dare hurt me? You are NOTHING to me!”

The closest rank of men that surrounded the ‘alien’ seemed to fall back a step, their faces going pale with fear. Unfortunately the man with the most brass didn’t seem to be intimidated one bit. “Where did you learn our language beast?” The leader asked, daring to walk right up to Raditzu, chest puffed out like he meant something.

“Your Language, it’s the language of the Universe, its called common you over bearing pompous alien!” Raditzu spat, puffing out his chest too, eyes narrowing in anger. “Suru non am’ou recovic ah gildz, bakayaro.” Shoving the important man hard enough to knock him on his ass he let his tail unfurl from around his waist. He was so pissed that he couldn’t help but lash at the air behind him.

“P-P-president a-are you okay?” Some annoying man with four stars on his shoulders said going to help the fuming man up off the rocky ground. The rather chubby man growled and knocked the star bearing man off of him as the idiot tried to help him back to his feet.

“Open fire boys, we can still conduct an autopsy on the fucker if he’s full of holes!”

Suddenly the air was full of sharp flying hunks of metal. Cursing, Raditzu tried to defend himself but there were way too many of them and every single one seemed to coming right for him. Leaping for the air, he took off as fast as he could, dogging the last few metal projectiles.

“YOU MOTHER FUCKERS,” He threw over his shoulder, letting his fingers run through the blood the trickled through some cuts they had inflicted. “If you had hurt my face, you’d better believe Napa would have fucked you over royally.”

Slowing down he looked around, wondering where the hell he was, what planet, what sector. He had so many questions that his curiosity was starting to get the better of him. Spotting something that looked like a road below him he landed on it, looking up at the towering signs over head. “Welcome to California. . . .” He reads the sign, scratching his long mop of hair. Shrugging his shoulders he took off, following the road below him.

~I have nothing better to do. . . Can’t go back to my pod to sleep away the time till my mate comes. Might as well explore. . . Find some food.~ Raditzu thought, his stomach grumbling to remind him he hadn’t had his daily ration of synthesized food yet.

~California must be a kingdom of some sort,~ Raditzu though. Hopefully the people in California would be more understanding than the last group he had ran into. Spotting a city dead ahead, he speed towards it, his curiosity gripping him stronger than ever. ~Where there is a city there is food~

Landing on the outskirts of the large city, he looked around, sniffing the air and getting a good taste of what sort of architecture the creatures favored. They seemed to build like third class Saiyans did, in fact there was a taste of pollution in the are that reminded him of downtown SoHoten where his little brother had been conceived and born. Spotting a few people up ahead he ducked into a side road.

It wouldn’t do to be seen in this armor, someone would freak like that army did. Undoing the clasps, he started to pull off his body armor, setting it down nice and neat behind a can full of rotting waste. Clad only in his spandex training suit he walked back out into the road, spotting a man who was staring at him.

Smirking broadly he wondered towards the bench where the gawker sat. above him and the bench there was a picture of a box with wheals, “What is this manner of thing?” He asked the man, pointing at the sign. He may have been able to read common, but that didn’t mean he understood another culture’s symbolic representation of the language.

“Dude, whatcha on, cause I’d like some,” The man said, a crocked grin growing on the man’s haggard face, “it’s a bus stop man.”

Raditzu regarded the man, hardly understanding the dialect of common the man was using, “Bus stop?” He tested out the unfamiliar word, “What the fuck is a bus stop?”

“Hey man, if you don’t now, maybe you shouldn’t be doin those drugs, seems to be kill’n your brain cells.” He said holding his hands up on either side of his greasy head, “it’s a bus stop that means a bus comes here, stops, and picks people up and takes them up the road.”

Raditzu raised an eyebrow when he finally put together the meaning of what the man was saying. Sitting down on the bench he looked out over the road, waiting to see what this bus was. He had a lot of time on his hands, if Vegeta and Napa decided to come to save him from this little planet at all and besides, he couldn‘t fly over a city full of people. That would get some attention.

“Hey man, are you going to the gay pride thing?” Someone behind Raditzu asked.

Turning around Raditzu laid eyes on a rather short man that was all wild spikes and bright black eyes. ~’Saiyan?’~ Was the first thought that sprung into Raditzu’s mind. . . “Um, uh, yeah. . . Sure,” He said even though he hadn’t a clue what a gay pride was.

“Good, I don’t have a clue where I’m going.” The guy said, running a hand through his thick spikes, flashing a huge grin at Raditzu. “I hope you know where you’re going, the name is Yamucha by the way.”

“Uh. . .” Raditzu sighed, not a Saiyan after all . . . . But he did look close enough, “My name is Raditzu and I haven’t even got an idea were I am. . . Where is this?”

The man’s face scrunched up, “What are you talking about? You’re in San Diego, one of California’s biggest cities. . . Hell it’s one of America’s biggest cities for that matter!” Yamucha said, “Where are you from? You have and odd accent.”

Raditzu’s eyes darted from object to object trying to think of a convincing fib, but he didn’t know where the hell California was or what an America was. He wished he even knew what planet this was so he could download information from pervious explorations of other races. Spotting a sign that hung over a dilapidated building he decided to use the name on it. “England” Raditzu said the unfamiliar word quickly, hoping he hadn’t mispronounced what he had read.

“You. . . Don’t sound like you’re from England. . . .” Yamcha commented, glancing up when a large blue machine pulled up and opened it’s doors. “Ah, that’s our bus. I know that much.”

The wild haired man got up and scrambled up the steps and Raditzu followed him. Watching Yamcha feed pieces of paper into a weird stand he stepped up behind him, trying to figure out what the alien was doing.

When Yamcha went to sit down, he was stuck standing before another alien and the bizarre machine. When he couldn’t figure out what the hell he was supposed to do he turned to go and sit down next to Yamcha. “HEY! Bub, you going to pay?” The alien behind the machine barked, eyes narrowing in challenge.

“Pay?” Raditzu repeated, another word he didn’t recognize, this dialect shit was killing him.

“Yeah, money, you put money in and you ride, you don’t and you walk.” The gruff alien said pointing to the contraption to his right.

“Here,” Yamcha said getting up and putting a few more pieces of paper in the machine, “Sorry about that sir, he’s from England.”

Raditzu glowered at the bus driver than took a seat next to Yamcha. Glancing to the alien he sat next to he thought of asking about this pay thing, and this money thing. They both appeared to be variations of currency, but that was just foolish. Furiza’s empire has no currency, everything is credits. . .and on Vegetasei, before they had gotten kidnapped, it had been nothing but trading and asking for favors and gifts.

“So where are you from really. . . Don’t give me that England shit, I know you’re not from this planet.”

The Saiyan was jolted from his thoughts, his attention instantly absorbed by the man next to him. “What?” He asked, not sure if he had even heard him right, or if his consciousness was playing tricks on him for lying so much.

“Where are you from? I know it’s not planet Earth, are you from another planet in this solar system or further off?” Yamcha asked, taking a glance at the very muscular alien next to him.

“England. . . I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Raditzu insisted, knowing he had better stick to his story unless he wanted to get dissected and examined under a microscope.

“Drop the act Raditzu, I saw you flying, then I saw you ditch your armor. “

Raditzu was speechless, staring down at his short spandex pants he wore.

“Not to mention the news reports of an unidentified flying object crashing into the Earth and the Marine’s dispatchment to the area for further investigation. Of course the idiot news reporters are calling it a crashed Iraq spy plain. . .like I buy that one.” Yamcha said, amusement in his voice now.

“So. . .who else knows?” Raditzu asked cautiously.

“Hm? Only me and my friends. . ..we felt you coming towards Earth for some time. However. . . We never thought you would land here. . .. After all, you’d already passed by us once without landing. We figured you meant no harm to us…you didn‘t FEEL threatening…and you aren‘t acting that way now…” Yamcha said, shrugging his broad shoulders, glancing towards the bus driver, the only other person on the bus besides them. ‘I hope that son of a bitch doesn’t hear what we were talking about.”

“I’m Saiyajin. . .and I mean no harm to anyone, I was traveling through this sector on a mapping and survey team. Furiza has great interests in this sector of space. . . For some reason. I was on the way back to meet up with my comrades when you…Earthjins…shot me out of the sky. I didn’t even know this planet was populated.” Raditzu said softly, playing with the edge of his spandex shirt. He was so used to wearing his armor, the fact that he could see all of his black spandex without seeing it being taken off by Napa’s skilled hands. . ..well it was odd.

“Saiyajin. . .and I am Human, Raditzu,” Yamcha said, his hand coming to touch Raditzu’s thigh, shifting he caught Raditzu’s gaze, “You have a tail. . .” His hand slowly trailed up to the appendage that was wrapped around it’s owners waist.

Shivering he grabbed the human’s wrist “Please don’t touch,” He said letting Yamcha go when he thought the human had gotten the picture.

“It hurts to touch, right?” Yamcha asked, settling back into his seat.

“No, it feels too damned good. . . .its sort of like me touching your cock. . . .you do have male sexual organs do you not?” Raditzu said, suddenly feeling his curiosity peaking about the other man’s bodily composition.

“Of course we do!” Yamcha said, blushing fiercely, “I never knew it was like that. I’m sorry for touching you like that.”

“Its okay, you didn’t know.” Raditzu said, an uncomfortable silence falling between them. Closing his eyes he brushed along the link he shared with Napa, wanting to get the man’s attention but without being rude about it. Feeling an answering warmth spreading throughout his body he smiled, feelings of Napa’s happiness and reassurance echoing through his own emotions. Purring, he sent his mate images of the city around him, the bus, Yamcha, the new words he had learned so far. There was so much to convey, he found it hard to compact it all into images for Napa to understand.

~Sounds like a nice planet Raditzu. . . .almost like Vegetasei. . . .makes me homesick. It is surprising that they knew of your passage…~

~The only difference is the sky, its blue, it looks so weird. . . I’ve never been on a planet with a blue sky. Napa, I bet there is some beautiful, romantic place down here, like the one we used to go to right outside of Capitol City. When you come to pick me up . . .maybe we can convince Vegeta to stay here for a while, and we could make love on the beach or watch a beautiful sun set like we used to.~

~Sounds nice Raditzu, I miss holding you without fear of someone using that weakness against us or our prince. Its almost been a year sense we’ve even touched each other. . . I miss smelling your hair and I miss kissing you Me’cuthra sha.”~

“Raditzu?”

~I miss your massages Napa, you are quite skilled with your hands. . .gods, I just wish you were. . . ~

“RADITZU!?”

The Saiyan broke off his communications with his mate and glanced to the human beside him, “What?” He growled, a bit upset that he was interrupted.

“What’s wrong, you were starring off into space there for a while.”

Raditzu’s eyes narrowed, “Of course I was, I was talking to my mate.” He said as if it was a common occurrence. “You interrupted us.”

Yamcha stared at the Saiyan for a while before he found his voice, “Goku can talk to people with his mind too . . .I think you two ought to meet. . .you might find you have a lot in common.”

“Goku?” Raditzu asked, arching a delicate eyebrow. “I only came with you this far because I was bored, and slightly curious, what makes you think I want to go to meet any of your retarded friends?”

Yamcha grabbed Raditzu’s hand and dragged him to his feet, “This is our stop!” He declared taking the Saiyan completely by surprise, he dragged the long haired being off of the bus and into a crowed of people. “This is the convention center all right! I promised Bulma I would pick her up when she was done giving her lecture here.”

“Lecture? At a Gay Pride Convention. . .what the fuck is Gay Pride? What does her and she mean?” Raditzu asked, tearing his arm back from the human who seemed a good deal stronger than the ones he had met earlier.

Yamcha paused and then laughed in embarrassment, and amusement “Sorry. . . .you don’t know those words? Gay is slang for Homosexuality, meaning same sex relationships. . . .Bulma, she’s my best friend. . . She is the leader of the Japanese Lesbian Society and so she is giving a speech about homosexuality in Japan. I can‘t believe you haven‘t ever heard of Her and She. . .they are pronouns for Girls, like he and him. Are pronouns for Boys . . .. Fuck, Raditzu, how long were you out in space?” The human asked, a weird look on his face as they entered the convention center.

“Same sex relationships? What the hell is a same sex? Fuck, what’s a lesbian. . .I am really getting tired of this abortion of Common your people have come up with Yamcha!” Raditzu growled, following close behind the human who was weaving his way in and out of the shifting crowd. “I wasn’t out in space that long, your back water hell hole is just a bunch of stupid apes living on a mud ball.

“What ever . . .Same sex relationships are when a man has with another man, a lesbian is almost the same thing. It is where a girl has sex with another girl…”

Raditzu ran a hand through his hair, “Then I’m this gay. . .” He said in a questioning manner, not quite sure if he had this right. He could carry children like any of the woman on his home world, which really made him more of a woman than a man. He had long hair and had weird mood swings that usually had his mate rather ticked at him from time to time. Just like a normal woman, he just didn’t have breasts or other gender appropriate body parts.

“Well, that depends, do you sleep with other men?” Yamcha said giving the alien a weird look before turning his attention back to the huge crowed that surrounded him. “Well it doesn’t matter! Damned it, where is Bulma, she said she would be waiting for me right here!”

“I am!”

Both men turned, a vivid head of blue hair swimming out of the sea of people. “What took you so long to get here!” The person hollered over the multitudes of other people’s chatter.

Yamcha paled considerably beside Raditzu, “Um. . .ah. . . I got sort of lost trying to get here! I caught a bus eventually. . . The one that said convention center on it. . . I’m so sorry Bulma. . . “

“Who’s this?” Bulma asked motioning towards Raditzu.

“Oh, I just met him, his name is Raditzu. . . He was lost too so I thought I take him along, show him around the parts of the city that I actually know how to navigate.” Yamcha lied, putting an arm around the taller man’s shoulder.

“That’s weird. . . He looks a lot like. . . .well any ways, it is nice to meet you Raditzu! Did you come to participate in the convention or did Yamcha drag you along in a desperate attempt to salvage his sex life.” Bulma asked, her stunning blue eyes sweeping back to Yamcha who still had his arm around the Saiyan’s shoulders.

“Woah. . .woah, Yamcha, what is this one talking about?” Raditzu said, not liking this place, or the attention he was suddenly getting. He felt like he had fallen in between an argument the two had been having prior to this meeting.

“Yamucha?” Bulma said, cheeks flushing in anger. “You aren’t taking advantage of foreigners again, are you?”

“He’s that energy we felt coming towards Earth Bulma, he is not human. . . . ” Yamcha explained quickly and quietly before his friend could explode into an angry banter about being a pervert.

Bulma’s blue eyes were locked on Raditzu again, “Really. . .I do not believe that, if it is true. .. Then I will have to perform tests. . .I’ve got to see this for myself.” She said coming up to Raditzu, her hands running over his limbs, and over his hair, her eyes taking everything in.

“What are you doing,” Raditzu growled, about ready to beat the shit out of someone if these people kept touching him. When a firm hand clamped around his tail he snarled, his fir standing on end.

“Bulma, leave him be,” Yamcha said in a warning tone, pulling the female away from the Saiyan. “He doesn’t like to be touched.”

“He has a tail. . .” Bulma said, eyes wide, “Just like. . .”

“I know, I know. .. “

“Will you two stop talking as if I am not here!” Raditzu growled, brushing Yamcha’s arm off of his shoulders. Stepping away from the humans he glowered at them.

“I’m sorry Raditzu,” Bulma said bowing deeply, Yamcha following suit. “If it will make it up to you, I offer you a free meal.”

Raditzu’s stomach chose that one moment to betray him with a gurgling growl. “I will take that as a yes,” Yamcha said, coming to put his arm around Raditzu’s waist. “Lets go. . .you have your car parked here right, Bulma?”

“Yeah. . .” The woman said, a smile spreading over her face when she noticed Yamcha’s next flirtatious movement towards the alien. “I was gong to have dinner with Chichi tonight. . .I don’t think she would mind it if I brought over a few friends.”

“I have this feeling, I have no choice in this matter, you’re going to make me come with you whether I want to or not.” Raditzu muttered to himself, he should just have let himself be caught by those military men. At least those men wouldn’t be plotting something against him like these two were, they’d tell him to his face that they were planning on laying his guts out on a chopping board.

“Come on, we are offering you free food. . . .don’t tell me that you’re not hungry!” Bulma said, putting her arm around the taller man’s shoulders. “Chichi’s food is to die for. . . .come on Raditzu! I know how big your guy‘s appetites get!”

“Yeah man, she is like way better than Martha Stewart. . . “ Yamcha said, glowering at Bulma when he thought Raditzu wasn’t looking.

“Come on, you can take a shower and I can get you some warmer clothes. You seem cold,” Bulma added, her hand running over the goose flesh that had popped up on Raditzu’s arms as soon as they had stepped outside.

“A real shower?” Raditzu asked, his attention snapping to the girl that was almost dragging him out of the convention center. “With water and everything?”

“Yeah, how else would you take a shower?” Bulma asked, eyeing him with suspicion.

“Delousing powder, and alcohol baths.” Raditzu said with a grimace, “I’ll go with you, but just so I can get a decent shower in, then I’m leaving. . . You guys are driving me nuts!” With a growl he finally brushed the annoying humans off of him. He didn’t want to hurt another one of them, or he would have escaped a long time before now.

“Ew, that must suck,” Yamcha said, subconsciously scrubbing his hands on his jacket front. “But at least that means you don’t have lice or anything right?

“YAMCHA!” Bulma bellowed and Raditzu at once clapped his hands over his head, “That is RUDE!? Who taught you tact? Goku?”

“SHUT UP!” Raditzu growled, rubbing his now aching head, “You noisy sons of bitches, just take me to this hot meal and hot shower and shut the fuck up!”

The two stared at him, “Oh, that’s right, he has sensitive hearing. . .Goku does after all. . . We ought to be quieter.” Yamcah said watching the girl open the hover car out in the parking lot.

Raditzu was taken back by the suddenly appearing machine. Stepping back he thought twice about going with these two imbeciles, then remembered he hadn’t had a real shower sense he invaded that planet with the waterfalls ten years ago.

The two humans climbed in and he followed, having to hunch to fit in the back seat of what the woman was calling a compact model. What ever a compact was. . .he could have sworn he had heard that word used to describe makeup on another planet.

Grabbing the seat in front of him, he ground his teeth together when the girl activated the machine and they plunged forward at an increasable rate. ~‘These people are all insane!’~

Yamcha had chosen to sit next to him, a huge goofy smile written all over his face, “So Raditzu. . . .” He said trying to sound sly and charming at the same time. “I bet you’ve seen all sorts of interesting sights traveling across the universe.”

“Can the small talk,” Raditzu growled, growing increasingly agitated at the behavior of the human. Unwrapping his tail from around his waist he scented the air with his own chemical warning to tell Yamcha to back off or his mate was going to tear him a new one.

“Oh GODS, what’s that smell?” Bulma choked, her hand coming to her nose. “I think I might have ran over a skunk or something!”

Raditzu growled, his tail snapping through the air when Yamcha declared “Gods, Raditzu fucking farted!” He sure as hell didn’t know what that meant, but he had a good idea it was a backwater way of saying that he stunk.

“Fuck, Raditzu, what did you eat?!” Bulma asked, watering blue eyes looking in the rearview mirror at the Alien in question. Swerving off the road, she stopped and threw he car door open, breathing in great huffs of fresh air.

Pissed beyond words, Raditzu threw the door on his side open and hopped out, flying towards the Planet’s only sun. ~Screw this, I can probably find a river or something to bathe in.~

~But damned, I learned something today, the creatures on this horrible little mud ball are all idiots! Ugly, stupid. . . .GODS! No sense of smell, their hearing is below par and they don’t have any manners at all. They kidnap good intending aliens and aggravate them until they want to commit suicide!~

~Raditzu, calm down, you’re making my head hurt.~ Napa’s cool thoughts entered his own as if they were always there. Sighing he found himself flying over a forest, it was beautiful, like nothing he had ever seen. Finding a clearing, he landed, enjoying the beauty around him. ~Are you feeling better yet Raditzu my love?~

~Sha, love, you know I like you to call me sha. . .~ Raditzu corrected his lover even though he knew that his mate was only transmitting feelings and he was translating them into images and words. Sitting down on the grass he found himself starring up at the sky above. ~How far are you out?~

~Another couple of days my sha. Find a place to shelter yourself until then and stay away from those aliens. They sound dangerous and untrustworthy.~

Raditzu began to laugh, ~If you think that, then you haven’t been paying attention to my memories. These people are complete incompetent boobs. Nothing that stupid could possibly be dangerous and untrustworthy!~

~That’s not nice~

~Its true Napa~

“AH!” Raditzu was surprised out of his conversation with his mate by a blast of searing hot ki to his back. Scrambling to his feet, he spread out his senses trying to pick up where it came from, his eyes searching the landscape around him. “BASTARD! SHOW YOURSELF!”

There was a flash to his right and Raditzu turned, just catching the next movement out of the corner of his eyes. Something big and green was moving in fast. Throwing ki blasts randomly he backed up, hoping to get to the tree line as fast as he could. If he made it into the thick grove of trees, then his attacker wouldn’t be able to see him or follow him.

“Where do you think you’re going alien?” A deep rumbling voice asked him and Raditzu snapped towards the voice.

“A namic,” Raditzu exclaimed in surprise. He had made a visit to their planet on the way here. They had been an interesting group of people and he had learned a few new fighting styles from their younger clan members. Dropping into a stance they had taught him he prepared to fight.

“So you know what I am. . . I don’t know what you are, why don’t you enlighten me?” The green man said, a nasty grin on his face.

“I’m Saiyan,” He growled, his tail wrapping tighter around his waist.

“I’ve never heard of your kind, this should be an interesting fight if your energy levels aren’t a bluff.”

“I don’t want to fight you!” Raditzu growled even though he was ready to tare the antennas off of the weird green freak.

“Too bad, I want to fight you!” The Namic moved faster than Raditzu’s eyes could track and before he knew what was happening, the green man’s foot was leaving it’s mark on his cheek. Slamming into the earth, he tasted blood. “Heh, you’re nothing but a big bitch aren’t you?”

Raditzu growled and got to his feet, spitting out the blood that welled over his tongue. “You knocked one of my teeth loose, you’re going to pay.” He said a smirk playing over his face. Dropping into a lower stance he braced himself for the next attack.

Piccolo sneered, leaping forward to burry his fist in the alien’s stomach. “What do you think you’re trying to do? I’m much faster than you are!”

“Fuck,” Raditzu groaned in pain, grabbing the man’s arm. Smirking he charged his hands with ki and broke the bones beneath his fingers, a little trick that Furiza had shown him with his tail. “How’s that?” He rasped, the namic stumbling away from him, gripping his deformed arm.

Licking the blood from his lips, “Hurts don’t it? I could show you on the other arm as well.” Raditzu said, grinning a bloody grin, “Or maybe you’d rather leave me alone before I really get pissed?”

The namic began to laugh, “Why, where do you even begin to think that I will leave you alone! I came here to kill you. . . . You’re a threat to my world domination plans.”

“I don’t want this cruddy little planet!” Raditzu barked back, his tail bristling around his waist. “I. . . “

Piccolo sprung forward again and Raditzu tried to divert the attack to his head but couldn’t, the foot slamming him right between the eyes. “You shouldn’t let your guard down Saiyan scum.”

Raditzu never heard the insult, dizzying blackness rushing up from deep inside his mind, swallowing his consciousness whole.

Raditzu?

Napa sat upright in his space pod. He had been close to sleeping when his mate had been attacked, their mental conversation being ended abruptly. He could feel Raditzu’s anger rising through their bond and knew that his long haired lover was fighting some foe. Turning his attention to the control panels he opened a com link.

Vegeta?”

There was only dead air and static on his speakers and he reached out through the pack bond he shared with the Prince. There was nothing through their bond and Napa knew at once the Prince was asleep and dreaming.

“VEGETA?”

He felt Raditzu’s side of the link dim, “Oh fuck. . . Raditzu!” He growled, ~Hang in there honey we’re coming to get you. Just hang in there!~

“HEY WAKE UP!”

Raditzu must have blacked out, that was the only explanation for what Napa felt through their bond. Who ever had attacked Raditzu had to have been powerful, very powerful to do that.

“Damn it Vegeta!”

“What?” Vegeta said, his voice sounding cranky and tired.

“The bastards have captured him.” Ominous silence fell between them and Napa couldn’t help letting the tears come. He had heard about some cultures who would capture and dissect alien races that came to their world. He had a horrible sinking feeling that this was one of those planets.

“It’ll be alright Napa, we’ll beat the shit out of a few disgusting looking aliens and get him back and then get back on track. Furiza might be interested that we found life in a sector our scans told us were lifeless. Hell, I‘m feeling good. Maybe we can stop and stretch our legs after fetching him. You two can fuck each other blind and I‘ll see what sorts of food this planet has.”

“I hope you’re right Vegeta. . . “ Napa said.

“I’m always right,” Vegeta growled, the viz com popping on suddenly to show the Prince‘s face. “How much longer until we get to earth?”

Napa was surprised to see his prince and found himself nervously working over the computer panel to avoid his Prince’s gaze. “Uh, the computers say you’re one day out. You will arrive tomorrow at twelve standard hours.”

“Good, don’t wake me up until then.”