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Second Life	By : AnonymityGranted Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1584 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1
Family is Hell
Hell was, all things considered, not that bad. No body meant there was no pain, no hunger. Also by some idiot’s saving grace no Vegeta. Nappa was here though, but he mostly hung around the others in the small chunk of hell members of the saiyan race had claimed for themselves. Death and lack of physical need had mostly cured Nappa’s delusions of being Raditz’s owner, avoidance and time took care of the rest. Nappa still felt however that the younger saiyan, and others of his class, were beneath him.
Raditz couldn’t believe he’d once so intensely feared this state of being.
He only ran into a few people he knew. Shugesh, his father’s old squad mate, and Kilbo, one of Freeza’s soldiers he used to train with both made their greetings short and moved on. Freeza himself resided in a different chunk of hell and, despite the ogres’ attempts to keep them separate, his group and the saiyans often clashed.
It was hard to die in otherworld with no body, no Ki for attacks, and no life to lose but when two groups are intent on destroying each other little is going to stop them from finding a way.
In this case it was the forbidden pits, lakes with liquid of questionable viscosity and the ability to kill the soul, by painful erosion. This was not the only method, but it was the easiest to achieve. Raditz honestly didn’t see why the ogres didn’t let them get on with. Would the balance of souls really suffer all that much if the souls of creatures like Freeza, his father, and brother were destroyed?
Older souls slowly became more docile, they began to fade, and then they were eventually reborn. Raditz would love to know the rate of return.
Luckily, besides an initial ribbing about trying to fight King Yenma, Raditz was mostly left to himself. He was unimportant and ultimately unnoticeable. It was more peace then he’d ever achieved in his lifetime, maybe it was the magic of the place but he was certainly content with that. Let Kakarot fight the great battles and save his pathetic planet. Let Freeza and King Vegeta continue their grudges well into the afterlife. He would get as far away from those lunatics as the vast unending realm of hell would let him.
He found a dark, dank corner of hell, no one around but the occasional 1500 year old faded spirit. They looked at him oddly but after this long in hell the fight had seeped out of them. They were soon to be reborn, well, in the next hundred or so years really, but what was that when you weren’t aging at all?
He could stay here.
If only hell would drain away his curiosity first.
Every few months or years, he was no longer sure; he’d go and check on the idiots. See whose soul had managed to be destroyed and what great living world event was on the crystal ball. He kept these visits brief, he didn’t want to be involved but there was only so long you could stare at stone before it started blinking back at you. So here he was, watching while Prince Vegeta got the crap kicked out of him by some Earthling, no, some android, on the crystal viewer.
He could see Vegeta hadn’t changed much, even in defeat. He could also see the apple didn’t fall far from the rotten royal tree. King Vegeta was assuring the people of a glorious comeback.
He couldn’t help being a little pissed. Kakarot could find something redeemable in Vegeta of all people but not his own brother? He offered Freeza an out, but not Raditz. Then again family had not meant much to Raditz at the time either, it was probably this place affecting him again. In fact from what he could see a lot of saiyans were reforming family bonds as it were. They were still close to their squad mates as was custom in life, but he saw siblings getting drunk together (yes, they found a way to get drunk while dead), he saw fathers laughing with sons and daughters, and so forth and so on. It was disgusting.

He had, ironically not given much thought to his own father. He had admired the man to the point of idiocy as a child but he honestly didn’t want to see Kakarot’s face, and by extension their father’s. In terms of saiyan fathers during their time under Freeza Bardock had been an all right one. He publicly acknowledged his son, or at least the fact that he had one; he let Raditz trail around after his team in their off hours. He recognized Raditz, even if he often had to be reminded of his name. Raditz had considered himself luckier than most saiyan children, his father was more than a name after his own, and he had some connection to his other relatives, his cousin older cousin Turles, who took a shine to him for his own reasons, and Turles’ mother, Bardock sister who adored her nephew because of his great resemblance to herself. As a child he hated resembling the female who seemed to be his father’s arch nemesis but now he was just glad he didn’t end up one of his father’s look-a-likes.
Sure saiyans might have slaved under Freeza for a few generations but what other species had accomplished the destruction and domination that they had? And they did it by being warriors not by being sympathetic wimps.
“Raditz!” someone called. He didn’t look up, in fact he walked quickly in the opposite direction hoping whoever it was would think they made a mistake.
“Raditz, stop!” ordered the voice. Who did this person think they were to give him orders? His curiosity reeled its ugly head and he turned, only to catch sight of an irritated Toma, his father’s best friend and squad mate. Nope, no chance of convincing him of mistaken identity.
Raditz ran. He ran right into Borgos, another one of his father’s old squad mates. The balding saiyan grabbed him by the shoulders with a big smile, one that just seemed wrong to Raditz. As a child Borgos had frightened him the most of his father’s companions. He was mostly quiet and his appearance was grotesque.
“If it isn’t little Raditz,” he said. Raditz scowled at the older saiyan. He certainly wasn’t scared of the behemoth of a saiyan now; he wasn’t even that much shorter than him anymore, only a foot or so.
“Bardock’s been looking everywhere for you!” exclaimed Toma, not noticing Raditz’s wince. He didn’t want to see his father. He didn’t want to be caught up in whatever ghosts his sire was trying to exorcise. And he certainly did not want to talk about the last few years of his miserable life, or even the years before that.
“I’ll pass,” he said trying to shrug out of Borgos grip. Toma just looked confused; Raditz couldn’t help but be annoyed at him the most. Didn’t he have his own children to hunt down? Didn’t any of them? Toma had a son, he knew but he wasn’t sure about Borgos, and Shugesh had a daughter and a son, Raditz remembered him bragging about his children, he might have even met them at one point.
As Raditz struggled Borgos just lifted him over his shoulder and walked off, presumably in the direction of Bardock. The sea of saiyans parted easily for the behemoth, the surrounding crowd had found the spectacle entertaining, though not as entertaining as watching their prince.
The bought him to a rocky outcropping where he could make Fasha and Shugesh. He didn’t see his father; maybe he’d be able to miss the man after all.
“Look who showed up,” called out Fasha. She pointing away from them, and they turned to look. About half a meter away Bardock stood nose to nose with his elder sister. She looked just as Raditz remembered her, which wasn’t surprising he’d last seen her just four days before she was killed by a malfunctioning pod. The same long spiky hairstyle as Raditz’s, and the same scowl. Raditz might actually enjoy watching the two fight.
“Hey, Bardock! We found your son!” yelled Toma. Bardock’s head snapped in their direction, at the same time he leaped backward, narrowly avoiding the cheap left hook his sister swung at him.
The battling siblings walked toward them. ‘Great,’ Raditz thought, ‘Family Reunion,’
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