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Freeza's Rule	By : AnonymityGranted Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2366 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Little Raditz

“Clear the landing area,” shouted a green alien. This was it, he had been waiting all day and there had been a few false starts but this was it. Five pods, one in the lead and the others fanned out behind it. The one in the lead was no doubt his father, sure, he was excited to see the others as well but he couldn’t wait to see his father. He’d just finished his second mission and he’d finished it in half the estimated time. He wanted tell his father all about it, well the parts he could remember, when he wasn’t an Oozaru.
The five pods slammed into the landing area and the alien technicians swarmed in to check on the status of the team.
Raditz hoped his father wasn’t too injured, one of them would be assigned another mission soon and Raditz didn’t want to waste the rare time he had. The technicians were leaving, and they were taking Borgos and Shugesh with them. Good, Borgos scared him, and Shugesh was just creepy, not that he’d tell his father that.
He approached the group quietly, Fasha hated it when he was loud, but other than that she was the nicest to him.
“Father,” he greeted trying to keep from sounding to excited.
“Oh, if it isn’t my brat, you leaving for a mission?” asked Bardock with slight interest.
“No I just got back, I completed the mission in half the time it was estimated to take,”
Bardock snorted. “The estimates are never right anyway, the people making the estimates are weak, and they always forget to count how often the moon rises and how many moons there are. They’re idiots,” said Bardock. Raditz made a face he hoped no one saw.
“It’s still pretty impressive though Raditz, right Bardock,” said sweetly Fasha elbowing Bardock in the ribs. He made a face and opened his mouth but Toma hit him in the back of the head. “Yeah, impressive, whatever. I’m going to get a drink,” said Bardock. He walked away and Raditz scurried to keep up. The other two followed the father-son pair at a distance.
“Father, I was wondering if you wanted to train with me? Before your next mission.” Asked Raditz while trying to keep up with older saiyan’s quick stride. Bardock looked thoughtful for a moment.
“I suppose I could squeeze a training session in while Borgos and Shugesh are healing. I wanted to go straight back out but I guess I shouldn’t leave’em,”
“Shugesh will never shut up about it if you do,” threw in Toma catching up with Bardock.
“Yeah, and besides I can’t let my only brat walk around without any real fighting technique like these other so called warriors,” conceded Bardock. “But first, drinks,” he said speeding up. He laughed heartily and Toma joined in, they laughed all the way to the nearest bar with their arms thrown over each other’s shoulders, Raditz on their heels and Fasha behind them.
They sat down at the counter after Bardock and Toma politely booted the former patrons from their seats. The bartender was an alien with seven sprawling, yet muscular arms. He served them quickly after greeting them, the three were well known in this bar. He gave Raditz a queer look. Although there was no limit on drinking age most bar tenders either limited what they gave to young children or refused to serve them at all. Raditz glared at the alien, daring him to refuse him. He had never drank alcohol before but his father was enjoying it so he wanted some too. He even had a little money from his last mission.
“Kid yours?” asked the bartender indicating Bardock and Toma.
“Yeah, give him half a cup. The brat’s got to start somewhere, and keep ours flowing,” said Bardock after a loud gulp. Raditz smiled as the bartender reluctantly handed him a half-full cup. He took a big gulp straight out and immediately started coughing as the drink fizzed up strongly once it hit his tongue and bubbled against the back of his throat. He could hear it fizzing in his mouth and just barely he could hear his father and Toma laughing at him. Great, he’d humiliated himself in front of them.
Angrily, he pushed the cup and its remaining contents away. He glared at it as if had caused his humiliation and not his own inexperience.
“Yeesh, now he really looks like my sister,” commented Bardock in between his laughter. Raditz was not amused.
“Cheer up, like Bardock said you’ve got to start somewhere,” offered Toma
“Besides Bardock choked on a tiny sip when he was your age,” inserted a new voice. Bardock froze in livid anger.
“Aphia-,” he started before his sister’s fist crashed into his face. Bardock was knocked off the stool he sat on and Aphia took his place.
“I just thought to get a quick drink before I leave for my next mission and what do I find? You, humiliating my cute little nephew,” she said picking up Bardock’s unfinished drink and downing it.
“I was just having a little fun with the kid,” said Bardock from the floor. Aphia glared at him.
“I heard two of your crew were injured, and I know Raditz just got back. He’s supposed to be reporting to basic technique training pretty soon, I hope your planning on doing some training yourself rather than leaving it all up to the decrepit bastards in the training fields,” scolded Aphia
“I was planning on taking him out before my next mission,” said Bardock as he gestured for Toma to hand him another drink. Some of the patrons who’d turned to look when Aphia had knocked Bardock to the floor turned away now. It seemed the two weren’t going to have one of their legendary blowouts today.
“Oh, how vague. You know Kale and I have always made personal time for Turles’ training,” said Aphia, patting Raditz’s head fondly. He smiled at her, his aunt was always so kind to him.
“No wonder he’s such a little snake, like father like son, but a least he got his good looks from me,” replied Bardock. Aphia frowned at him. Raditz wondered what his older cousin was off doing. Turles was more than a little rebellious, once he’d ditched a squad he was supposed to go on a mission with, to join his father, Kale, on his mission instead, but since both missions had been completed no one had reprimanded him.
Bardock’s interactions with his nephew had always been violent. Bardock often kicked the boy in greeting and mocked his scheming ways. Turles always had a plan for trouble; he’d inherited it from his father Kale, an elite who was held as a brilliant tactician. Turles’ low power level prevented him from being at the same level as his father but Kale was determined to train his son’s mind as fiercely as most saiyan fathers trained their son’s bodies. Turles as a result was often sneaky, manipulative and knew a lot about things most saiyans never concerned themselves with.
“Tch, I’ve got to be going, see ya around little nephew,” said Aphia no longer acknowledging her brother’s presence. Bardock reclaimed his seat and watched her go. He was considering blasting her with a weak ki blast but changed his mind and let her disappear into the crowd untouched, unknowingly for the last time.
“So can we train tomorrow?” asked Raditz excitedly.
“We’ll train today, before the drinks set in,” said Bardock rising. Toma rose with them but Fasha decided to stay behind.
“I guess I’ll go find my son. Maybe we’ll bother Fasha a bit more before training,” said Toma with a wistful look. They parted ways Toma heading off on his own and Raditz trailing behind his father towards the wilder areas of Planet Vegeta.
When they landed Raditz looked around curiously.
“Why not use the training grounds?” he asked
“Too many other people, if I’m going to teach you some technique there can’t be any distractions,” replied Bardock with turning to look at his son. A horrible feeling rolled in Raditz’s stomach; did his father think he was so weak that it would be embarrassing to train in front of others? He would prove different.
Raditz took a deep breath and with it gathered his determination. He was going to show his father that he was not a weakling. His father would actually remember his name for once and not just call him brat.
They spent the rest of the day training, Bardock taught Raditz some basic moves to throw an opponent off balance but he also pressed that he had to think quickly and improvise. These were things he couldn’t really teach him. He had Raditz weave through the trees while he shot ki blasts at him and once he’d done it a few times Bardock had him fly backwards and shot back without looking. After Raditz had been properly slammed into every tree around them they decided to head over to one of the mess halls for a meal.
“Father, can I join your crew?” asked Raditz as they headed back toward the main city.
“No, you’re still too weak, get stronger, then you can form your own squad,” replied Bardock. Raditz frowned, so his father still thought he was weak. Bardock didn’t take note of Raditz’s lack of reply and continued flying onward silently.
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