Freeza's Rule | By : AnonymityGranted Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2367 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Raditz was lined up with many of the other warriors his age and ranking. Saiyans, for the most part, threw their children into the fray and allowed survival of the fittest to take over from there. Advice and knowledge was passed from older crewmembers and relatives. However, their population was decreasing and more and more saiyan children were dying before their fifth mission, so it was decided that any child who came back from their first mission would be trained for a few months each year by some of the older elites, these lesson were mandatory until they were twelve unless they were off planet. They were taught survival techniques for hostile environments, how to conserve energy, find clean water, to use their scouter’s emergency homing beacon, among other things. A lot of it had been programed in when they were babies being sent out to weaker planets but this was to prepare them for rough terrain, harsher environments, and surviving to become a valuable asset to King Vegeta and Lord Freeza.
Raditz was bored. Although he was almost five years old with two missions under his belt, this was the first session he’d attended, his cousin, who was now thirteen, had taken it upon himself to keep Raditz away from the boring classes. Since Turles’ father was of some personal note to King Vegeta he got away with it and since Raditz was with him, so did he. However, this time Turles was off the hook, so Raditz was back on it. The instructor didn’t want to be there, the children didn’t want to be there and no one was happy. He let them spar with each other to whittle away the time he was required to keep them there.“Want to spar with me?” asked a boy from behind Raditz. He wanted to refuse; he wanted to find Kon, Toma and Fasha’s son or Seripa and Panbukin, Shugesh’s children. They already sort of knew each other and he’d rather spar with them. However, everyone was pairing up pretty quickly, so he’d better go ahead with the first offer.“Sure,” he said.The boy slipped into a fighting stance, and Raditz did the same. They quickly traded a few blows, they seemed to be on equal footing. Raditz was relieved he was scared he’d be the weakest one here. His power level was slightly higher than the average for his age and class but nothing the get excited about. His father certainly hadn’t.“I’m Kohlrabi, son of Taruba,” said the boy smiling.“Raditz, son of Bardock” replied Raditz, returning the smile.They spared until the instructor finally felt he could get away with dismissing them. Radit and Kohlrabi decided to continue training on their own. They spared until they were tired and the sky was dark, then they laid back on the cool dirt of the training ground. With nothing else to do they talked.“I’m the youngest. I’ve got an older sister and brother,” Kohlrabi told Raditz as they sat on the training field.“I don’t have any siblings,” Raditz responded. He didn’t want to train anymore he was tired but he didn’t want to leave. Was it odd to talk on a training field, the instructor had said that true warriors only needed battle, and your only family was your crew. Maybe Kohlrabi would be on his crew and then they could talk like this more often.“Is your father the same Bardock that took the Wesiro assignment and completed it?” asked Kohlrabi asked suddenly.“Yeah,” answered Raditz. The Wesiro assignment had been an elite level assignment so shock had rolled through the planet when a crew of low levels took it on. It became something of a joke, everyone laughing at the low levels with a death wish, until they came back successful. The had been bruised and banged up but there were no serious injuries and no casualties. It was so unheard of that the entire planet was talking about it for months, and the leader of that crew had been Bardock.The other low levels had applauded the man’s gall, though they certainly didn’t want to repeat his stunt. The elites had sneered and dismissed the whole thing as a fluke. A few irate elites had started beating up anyone who talked about the incident and so it became a very quiet achievement on Bardock and his crew’s records.Kohlrabi was obviously impressed, and Raditz enjoyed back glow of his father. He and Kohlrabi became good friends from then on, seeking each other out through the remainder of their boring lessons, they talked about old missions, future missions, fathers, siblings, and even King Vegeta’s mustache. Kohlrabi comforted Raditz when he’d received word the his aunt had been killed, not be her mission but by a malfunctioning pod. Turles had vanished, he wasn’t considered killed but believed to have abandoned his people, and Freeza. He was to be killed on sight if he was ever found.The months went by, Raditz was informed he was going to be a big brother soon but he couldn’t focus on that, his next mission was coming up he was going Planet Jensing. He would be free of these stupid lessons. Kohlrabi was being sent to and icy planet in another quadrant. The way of saiyan life, he would probably not see his friend again for many years, but when he did, they were going to form their own crew.While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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