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Second Life	By : AnonymityGranted Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1587 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2
Reunited
“Where have you been hiding? I’ve been looking for you since you died,” scolded Bardock. Scolded, as if Raditz was a five year old and he was Raditz’s trainer, like he had any right to tell Raditz what to do. He probably only wanted to tell him off for trying to kill Kakarot, his younger brother had become something of a hero after defeating Freeza, much to King Vegeta’s chagrin. The saiyan people though that Kakarot was definitely a strange one but he defeated Freeza and now it was just a race to who would destroy the lizard’s soul. King Vegeta was usually quick to inject that his grandson, Prince Trunks (as he insisted the boy be addressed), was the one to actually finish off Freeza, and his father, King Cold, but even the old king wasn’t stupid enough to try and dirty up Kakarot’s hero status much lest his subjects turn on him.
“I’ve been around,” said Raditz blankly.
“No one wanted to see you in life and certainly not in death, little brother,” interjected his aunt, “But honestly nephew I was looking for you, where were you hiding?”
“Around,” Raditz said again then he glared at Borgos who still hadn’t let go of him. The man got the hint and set him down.
Bardock and his sister were bickering again. “Aphia, go away. Your mate must be worried, or did he finally annoy someone enough to throw him in the pit,” said Bardock. Raditz weighed his chances of slipping away, they looked bad, but good enough to try.
He ducked under the behemoth’s arm and began strolling away. He got seven paces away, three more than he’d first estimated, before someone grabbed his shoulder. “Yeesh, Bardock what did you do to the little runt,” said Fasha.
Bardock shrugged in lieu of replying.
“While I get the bottom of that, you all head out. Fasha I’ll trade you,” said Bardock seizing his sister and throwing her at Fasha who did the same with Raditz.
Bardock stood waving at his crew as they dragged his sister away kicking and screaming, while holding his eldest son’s wrist in a vice grip. Raditz panicked inside. There were private crystal viewers that let people look in on the living, what if Bardock had looked in on him? If he’d seen what had gone on in his life under Freeza? He wouldn’t just be ashamed and disappointed he’d be sickened by his eldest son. Raditz would probably be stripped of the right to call himself a son of Bardock’s. Breeders were never looked on favorably, he’d learned that growing up but it had been nailed home in his arrival in hell.
Although they were dead now, breeders were still sneered at, pushed around, and left out the fighting. Raditz was sure by now that no one knew he was one, only Nappa and it seemed the idiot hadn’t said anything, probably from the excitement of being welcomed back into King Vegeta’s court with honors. He had had the expectation that they could just look at him and know his secret. He was never so thankful that the mark that had identified him as different in his prepubescent had faded within the same year it had appeared.
“Raditz, I-” started Bardock, but Raditz didn’t want to hear it. “What made you remember I existed?” he snarled at the other saiyan. He wasn’t sure it was anger he felt, but that was the emotion he could most identify with in the mixture of what he felt towards Bardock.
“I watched you and Kakarot fight,” Bardock said honestly, again, Raditz’s anger bubbled but he also felt relief.
“Why?” Raditz asked.
“I’m not sure how they knew but one of the ogres told me it was something I’d want to see so I went and I saw,” replied Bardock. “Honestly up to that point I had figured you’d died a long time ago. King Yenma took pity on a lot of Saiyan children; they sure didn’t end up here,”
That made a lot of sense. In his years here, he hadn’t seen any children of his race, although he knew they had been slaughtered around the same time as the rest of their people. He just never thought to wonder where they went. Knowing that by the age of five he had decimated the living population of three different planets, he doubted they got a free pass into heaven. Maybe there was a kiddie section of hell.
“I was a soldier under Freeza, under Prince Vegeta’s direct command, along with General Nappa,” he tried to sound proud of that. Many other low-class saiyans would have loved to be in such a position but they weren’t Raditz and Bardock certainly didn’t look impressed. He and Kakarot had the same serious look.
“Freeza is murderous, treacherous scumbag. Vegeta, both of them, are blowhards and Nappa is just an idiot, all brute force, the man knows nothing about fighting,” said Bardock.
Raditz rolled his eyes. Bardock hadn’t changed much, he had often talked about how the elites didn’t know how to fight, but what did he know. Aside from being a legend among the low class Bardock had been scorned by the elites all his life, he was considered a lunatic by even those who admired him.
“Son, I’m sorry. Living under Freeza is, well much worse than here. I should have, I don’t know,” rambled Bardock but Raditz mind was stuck on the first three words. Why in hell was Bardock apologizing?
Seeing that Raditz wasn’t going to respond Bardock continued.
“I know I wasn’t much of a father, my own father would have been ashamed. He was close to me and my demonic sister; he taught me things that carried me through life. I wasn’t that for you or Kakarot and someone finally gave me the gift to see it before I died,” implored Bardock
Did he really think Raditz was just going to fall over himself and forgive him? Do some father-son bonding and live happily ever after in hell?
“Is that what you dragged me out here for? I am a saiyan warrior such sentiment makes you weak,” he snarled out. Thinking that would be the end of it, he started to storm away. He was stopped by his father’s strong kick to his backside. He fell over in a heap, his face kissing the ground. When he lifted his head and turned it in Bardock’s direction the older saiyan stood over him with a light frown.
“It’ll be a sad day when one of my sons thinks they can talk to me like that and get away with it. I’m not asking you to start over son, I’m telling you, but if I have to beat it into you, gladly,” Bardock said with a devilish smirk. He got into a fighting stance while he waited for Raditz to get back on his feet.
Raditz stood and fell into a stance as well. He hadn’t been in many fights since arriving in hell. Death did nothing to curb the saiyan instinct to fight but Raditz just hadn’t felt it that strongly. With no Ki to use everyone was on equal footing, the fight came down to basic hand-to-hand combat, and all of it was made pointless by the lack of pain. It basically ended when one person got tired, or pinned.
Raditz’s lack of practice definitely showed. Bardock had his eldest son pinned in within ten minutes.
“Now son don’t you think it be better to just do as your told?” Bardock taunted
“No,” ground out Raditz with his face pressed to the dirt.
“Aw, he has nerves, I’m so proud. I’d twist your arm but it wouldn’t actually hurt you, no body and all so I’ll just keep you close until I manage to train you into an obedient son,” said Bardock. He let Raditz up but kept a grip on his upper arm.
“Fuck off,” snarled Raditz attempting to yank his arm away, Bardock only smiled indulgently and yanked him in the opposite direction.
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