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Second Life	By : AnonymityGranted Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1588 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 6
Morbid Thoughts
After dinner Goku had immediately wanted to spar with Bardock, apparently Raditz had turned him down earlier. Bardock was seriously going to have to find the underlying cause of his eldest son’s issues. Chi-Chi however was against it.
“You said you were going to relax before that stupid tournament,” she said
“I know but sparing is relaxing,” insisted Kakarot
“Goku, Gohan has studying to do,” she said
“Aw, Chi-Chi,” whined Kakarot, yes whined. Bardock shuddered at the sound. It was time to intervene.
“We can go spar tomorrow, there still a lot of catching up to do,” said Bardock. Chi-Chi actually beamed, she even allowed Gohan to stay downstairs with them with only one review book.
“So Kakarot tell me about your comrades, how did you meet them?,” asked Bardock.
“Well, I guess it all started when Bulma took me on an adventure to find the dragon balls after my Grandpa Gohan died…,” began Kakarot. Even though Bardock knew many of the basics it was different hearing it in his son’s own words.
They spent the next few hours trading stories. Bardock shared stories of his crew, of Planet Vegeta, and of great fights he’d been in. He found himself reaching into long forgotten memories to the childhood stories his father had shared with him. Stories that he’d never thought to share with either of his sons up till now.
Chi-Chi shared some of Earth’s myths and histories including the original legend of the Dragon Balls. Raditz was mostly silent throughout the exchange.
“Raditz don’t you have any stories to tell?” asked Kakarot suddenly.
“No, living under Freeza was nightmare, one I don’t care to share,” said Raditz darkly.
“You know Vegeta’s here on earth, I bet you two-,” started Kakarot
“Vegeta and I were never friends. I’m sure you think he’s changed but I don’t want to be friends with him,” interrupted Raditz. His expression was fierce and his fists were clenched tightly. All he could think about was years of Vegeta’s haughty smirk, taunting words, and sadistic indifference. He didn’t want to share those memories but he also didn’t want to relive them.
“Raditz,” began Bardock.
“I’m going outside, I need air,” said Raditz. He didn’t run, but it was a hurried walk out the door of the small home. Once the door was shut he took off into the night sky.
He flew out to the fishing lake, it was where him, Kakarot, and Kakarot’s brat had fled earlier from the harpy’s wrath. The scene was a tranquil one, smooth flowing water, picturesque shore and surrounding forest. It all felt so wrong. Raditz collapsed against a tree, hugging his knees.
In hell he was at peace at least for a while, here it seemed was just going to be thing after thing that he didn’t want to deal with. He’d forgotten about Vegeta, he wanted to forget about Freeza and Nappa.
Would Vegeta reveal what he was? It didn’t matter that much in hell. Yes, most saiyans there treated known breeders as weaker, but being dead meant no baser desires. It was why Nappa had lost most of his interest in him. Vegeta would never lower himself to do what Nappa did but if he told Bardock what Raditz was he would want nothing to do with his eldest son. His father had grown on him, leeching into parts of himself he thought he’d sealed over long ago. He had stupidly he’d let himself get attached to the older saiyan’s presence. He had even grown some affection for his idiotic brother and his little nephew in so short a time without noticing it.
“Stupid breeder, stop struggling,” snarled Nappa as the whimpering bundle beneath him. Raditz had curled into a fetal position and clenched every muscle in an attempt to stay in it but fueled by rage and superior strength Nappa pried the other in to a relatively straight position.
“This is all a breeder is good for,” hissed the bald saiyan as he shoved himself inside of the much smaller saiyan. “On Planet Vegeta you’d’ve been put in your place as soon as you got the mark. Your precious low-class father would have forgotten he ever had such a worthless son,”
Raditz shook himself away from the memory. Saiyans did not like to acknowledge that something as weak as a breeder could have spawned from them. In hell, Raditz could get away with not mentioning it. Here, Vegeta would probably reveal him just to be cruel. There were other ways to tell, a slight scent that was detectable, but its effects were mostly unconscious, and it had no effect on family members.
Raditz had no idea how Kakarot would react. He wouldn’t know that he should be appropriately disgusted by his brother. Kakarot wouldn’t know that as a saiyan he should want to keep his brother as far away from his growing child as possible, less it rub off on him. The idiot would probably try to set him up with strongest human he could find. Bardock would set him straight; they might even revive that old tradition of selling breeders to the highest bidder.
Raditz shuddered at the thought. Many of Freeza’s conquered planets had active slave trades. Members of destroyed races, sometimes a planet’s whole population was slated for sell in the slave markets. Some conquered planets gave their former kings and queens to Freeza as personal slaves and they lived their lives knowing that if they displeased the lizard he would take it out on their planet’s population, some only that Freeza had destroyed their planet as soon as they’d stepped off it. Raditz had seen these poor, miserable creatures. He’d seen one attempt to spear itself on a rusty blade rather than go through that sort of life, if it could be called that at all. The funny thing was he’d lived that life.
“Let me go,” he pleaded. Nappa pulled him closer in an embrace so warm, it was mocking.
“Never,” he whispered into the shell of Raditz’s ear.
Raditz took deep calming breaths; they worked as well as they had always worked for him. He was panicking, quite possibly over nothing. This planet was in the middle of a life or death situation, quite possibly to be destroyed. Vegeta certainly had other things to worry about than his old team mate who had been beneath his notice at the best of times. Raditz could quite easily be back in hell before the week was out. He was panicking over nothing.
“Raditz!” shouted Bardock. Raditz looked up in time to see his father landing a few feet away from him.
“Son, what’s-” Bardock started to question.
“Nothing, just a little overwhelmed,” replied Raditz with a forced smile. Bardock didn’t look completely sold.
“Well, let’s get back, Chi-Chi’s made up space for us to sleep,” said Bardock walking forward and extending his arm to help his son off the ground. The two flew back in mutual contemplative silence.
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