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Chapter 8
Panic
Bulma had chosen a wonderful place for a picnic. It was scenic, beautiful, spacious, and private. Her staff had out done themselves providing food and drinks enough for any army, even an army containing a few saiyans.
They were in a field. Cherry trees were in bloom, just like in his vision, whatever happened in it, the arrival of that strangely familiar saiyan, would happen sometime soon. He looked around trying to discern exactly where the ship had landed, it was made difficult by all the people milling around. He could see the blue haired woman chatting away with the bald man they’d arrived with, she was holding the pink haired infant from the vision as well. He had glimpsed Vegeta’s tell-tale hairstyle for a moment, perhaps Vegeta could shed some light on Raditz’s behavior? But no, Vegeta was an ass, like father, like son, Bardock resolved to figure out his son by himself.

Trailing close behind the blue-haired woman, Bulma he heard her called, was a long-haired boy who matched the baby’s coloring, his father, maybe? No, the boy seemed young, a brother, or maybe he was underestimating. Wait, they were headed in his direction, or was he headed in theirs. He shook his head to gain his bearings, his feet were moving, Gohan was dragging him forward by the hand and chatting a mile a minute.
Where were his warrior instincts? His musings were going to get him killed
“Gohan! Go…, you’re not Goku,” said blue haired woman with a frown. The others gathered around, an old man leaned in closely, a pig, and two older humans. They seemed to be just short of panicking.
“This is my Grandpa Bardock and Uncle Raditz,” said Gohan cheerfully. The others looked on apprehensively.
“Apparently King Yenma bought them back to life yesterday,” added Krillen
The others looked shell-shocked. The blue-haired woman was the first to recover.
“Well, I’m Bulma, and this little guy is Trunks,” she said gesturing to the infant she held. “And this is Trunks, too,” she said gesturing to the purple haired teen beside her. Bardock could only
look confused, Raditz just huffed.
“This is Master Roshi, Oolong, and my parents,” finished Bulma.
Bardock put on his most polite smile, “a pleasure,” he said. He heard Raditz mutter something dismissive under his breath but he was the only one to hear.
“I hope we’re not intruding,” said Bardock
“Nope, there’s plenty, I was expecting a few saiyan appetites anyway,” assured Bulma. Gohan was pulling him again, this time towards the food so he had no qualms about going forward. He only turned his head to assess where his eldest was and sure enough he’d disappeared. Oh well, food first, troubled son later.
Raditz found a nice quite spot to relax, except he was really panicking on the inside. A single glimpse of Vegeta was enough to set it off. All it would take was a casual insult, or remark about how breeders were useless, weak, and stupid. It would all come crashing down. Maybe Vegeta would take the time to share his full shame with his father, how he’d been as good as Nappa’s whore for a good portion of his life, how he begged and cried as he was used, how he was too weak to defend himself.
All the arrogance and bluster he’d managed to shroud himself with in his first life was gone, He was no warrior, he was just a disgusting thing pretending to be one. He had no right to have pride because he had nothing to be proud of. His father would know, he would know, and he would be just as disgusted as Raditz felt now.
Raditz could feel his breathing slow so that at least outwardly he reflected calm. He peeked around the tree he’d sought refuge behind, no one seemed to be looking for him. His father was eating, and the others were talking. He could leave, put this confrontation off until another day. He stood to do just that.
“You aren’t leaving are you?” said Gohan. Raditz whirled around to face the boy, he was holding a plate of all things. He had a sad, disappointed look in his eyes, and Raditz was not strong enough this time to resist it.
“Um, no, I was just, um-,” he started, but Gohan was smiling. “Good, I bought you some food, but there’s plenty more, and Bulma has some activities planned too!” exclaimed the child handing off the food to Raditz. How did he and Kakarot manage to smile so wide? Didn’t it hurt?
“Well, uh, let me finish this first,” he said gesturing to the overfilled plate he’d been bought. It was nothing but a snack to a saiyan but he needed time to gather his courage. Gohan left, big goofy grin still in place. He was going to miss that goofy grin when he was forced to leave in disgrace. He shoved the food down quickly, hoping that something in his stomach would help, not that Chi-Chi’s breakfast wasn’t filling, but that seemed like days ago rather than mere hours.
With one last deep breath, Raditz forced his feet to move in the direction of the crowd. Vegeta was nowhere to be seen, his father was still cramming food into his maw. He took a seat next to Gohan as Bulma was spinning a tale it was the same as the one Kakarot had told them last night but more detailed. She ended at the part where the old man, Master Roshi began training Kakarot and Krillen in martial arts. The old man jumped in, focusing more on the woman he’d forced his new students to bring him as tribute. The bald monk told them of the shared trials, initial jealousy, and the tournament.
At this Bulma jumped in to talk about Chi-Chi, as a little girl and as a young woman competing in a later tournament. Then she got gooey eyed about promises of marriage and weddings. Gohan was blushing, Bardock was laughing. Raditz however felt numb, the inevitable was on its way.
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