S A I Y A N B L O O D

          "Isn’t that an important thing to know?“ He wondered just who had brought his brother back— and why? Did they want something from him? Did they want to take over Earth? They were all a lot stronger now and whoever it was had a whole other thing coming to them if they thought they could use Raditz to put their plan in motion. But—- even as Goku wondered who had brought him back, he didn’t get the feeling his brother was here to fight.

He clicked his tongue and raised a hand to tap his chin. Vegeta probably wasn’t going to be happy about Raditz being back— well, no one was going to be happy about his return, not that he could blame them. He threw Raditz a sideways glance. "Well, Vegeta’s my friend now,” he said, hand falling back to his side, frowning lightly. He was not going to let them level a city trying to get even with one another. His brows shot up as Raditz told him to listen carefully— he was finally going to admit to why he was here.

Goku took a step closer, eager to know. What was said had not been expected, and his expression very clearly showed his surprise. “Y-you wha—?!” He was very aware that a Saiyan drew their power from their emotions and anger was the one that worked best. He could see some truth in his words, uncertainty settling heavily on his shoulders. Was he telling the truth? Did he let them both die in an attempt to get Goku to join him? His brows knitted together, lips pressing together to form a thin line. For a moment, he was silent as he processed his words.

          "You almost killed my son,“ he said in a low voice, gaze narrowed. Goku could deal with his own death, but if Gohan had died— he wouldn’t have been able to live with himself. "But you didn’t. Not because you decided not to. You have to prove to me that you’ve changed. If you want my forgiveness, if you want—- a second chance, you have to prove to me that you deserve it. I can’t put my family and friends in danger.”

     “Trust me...if I could remember I would be telling you. I’m still surprised I’m facing you right now.” arms crossed over his chest, his hard gaze lifted from his brother. He knew their mother was probably smiling down on the two. He snorted at the thought of that. 

     Seeing his brother’s surprised expression didn’t shock him. He was actually waiting for something like that. It was hard to push by the saiyan pride. Raditz, in a way, was glad he did. But upon hearing those words, he winced. That was ture, he did almost kill him. But he didn’t. How was he going to explain that one? The only reason why he didn’t was because his brother stopped him, “Yes, well...I had my reasons. Trust me, they were for good. But you, growing up on this planet, wouldn’t understand.”

Bravely, Mitsu rubbed her tearful eyes with the back of her hand, drying them. It was rather unusual. Somehow, she felt a connection with the other Saiyan. The words he spoke touched her in a spiritual sense, she felt. Like he knew what she was going through, perhaps he was sympathetic, and was understanding.

She believed that was the case.

She was simply fascinated by this male. He was unusual, unique. On the outside, he appeared as a typical Saiyan-Warrior, but the moment he spoke, there was something more to him, and she liked that. His voice somehow hinted that he had seen and experienced more horrors and emotions than the majority of the species. The other Saiyans were merely cardboard cut-outs of Prince Vegeta-wannabes. They all blended in without a trace of difference. But Raditz wasn’t. No, he was much more than that. He seemed more real!

“Yes, you are,” She stated, her voice slightly firm and persistent. Once her tears were gone, she looked at him levelly. “You saved me. Anyone would have just left me behind, or joined in just to get at me. But you…you’re different. You’re not like the others,” She sniffed, and something seemed to have glimmered in her wide black eyes. “I appreciate that more than what words can say. To me, you are a hero, one with a tongue as sharp as a dagger, but a heart as soft as tofu…”

She lifted her hand to him, but hesitated. She wanted to grab his hands, but resisted and it dropped. No, that would be foolish. She was blessed enough to be in the presence of an Elite Saiyan-Warrior, never-mind being granted permission to touch him. That was asking for far too much.

She just wanted to make sure he was not a figment of her imagination. She wanted him to be real, that he would not simply disintegrate the instant she made physical contact with him. She had been neglected and alone for so long, she had almost forgotten what it felt like to communicate with another. He was the only one that made her feel alive!

“I want to thank you, somehow…”

     Raditz rolled his eyes, “Fine, if yours eyes I am. In reality, I’m not.” he never saw himself as a hero, and never will. It was odd to hear his name with that word. Now that he thought about it, he didn’t even know his own hero. Perhaps it was his own father. Yes, it was his father. A man being labeled as a low class, but proved to be stronger than most of the elites. He was strong, yet soft on the inside. He was stronger than most of Frieza’s men too. 

     It was tragic to what happened to his father.

     The lion-like male noticed her hand reaching for his arm. He sucked in a breath. He wasn’t use to touch. Not affection either. It was always a punch, a slap, a kick, and much more. The only one who showed him affection was his mother. She hugged him, kissed him, rubbed his back when sick. Raditz couldn’t have gotten through a lot of stuff without her. He was thankful for her. But of course, he’ll never admit any of this.

       “You want to thank me? Then train, get stronger. I didn’t save you…I just gave you a hard wake up call. You needed it.” Raditz did hope she would learn from this. He would hate to see her like this. It sucked. He knew how this pain felt. She had it with her as an adult. Raditz got rid of most of it as a young teen.

Raditz’s comments took a moment to sink into the Saiyaness. His sharp words stung her. Yes, they hurt her. Yes, they made her feel uneasy. But this was different. Despite the frustrated edge to his voice, Mitsu listened to his words carefully. They weren’t jeers or cruel remarks. If anything, they were statements of motivation. Normally, she would feel saddened by any comment people made to her, but not this time. If anything, she felt something stirring. 

Determination.

She took note of his tail, and tried to subtly avoid getting too close to it, recalling it striking across the Ring-Leader merely moments ago.

She quickly remembered how instantly those Saiyan-Warriors cowered down the moment Raditz began to get more serious. She wanted that. She wanted to become an Elite Saiyan-Warrior, just like him. She wanted to stop this suffering, and live.

Everyone starts somewhere…

He was right. Mitsu had not attempted to make any sort of change that would make the others take her seriously. Yes, she tried to calm any situation down by talking, but they always ended up with her on the floor bleeding and aching. She was far too kind to land any sort of attack on one of her kind. Even though she had witnessed it numerous times, particularly when male Saiyans get boisterous, and things get a little out of hand. Wasn’t it about time she made them suffer? It was never really too late for her to start, even she knew that, but her grief had kept putting her off making any form of effort. After what she had witnessed, perhaps it was about time that changed. It was going to be torturous, but as a Saiyan, she needs it.

At last, Mitsu managed to pull away from the hard glare of the Elite Saiyan-Warrior, her gaze falling to the sheets of paper that scattered on the floor. It was the paper-work he was looking at before noticing her. She assumed it was something important, and had no idea how they managed to get to the floor. Mutely, she bent down and gathered the sheets, avoiding eye-contact. She could feel his fiery eyes smouldering at the back of her head.

“Y-You’re right…” At last she spoke, her voice strangled with fear, and she forced it out from the dam of her hurt. “I’m sorry. I should have just let them walk past,” No, she shouldn’t have! If she was just as strong as Raditz, she would have threw them to the floor within a heartbeat for the way they barged past him. Such disrespect for someone like him disgusted her. She wasn’t really too fond of any of the Saiyans until now. She liked Raditz. He was different. There was a connection between them, but she couldn’t quite place her finger on it. There was something, but what? 

A small fear clutched onto her. What if Raditz got hurt in the process of defending her? With the pitiful power-level she had, there would be no way she could possibly save him. She was lucky it didn’t escalate as high as it could. Suddenly, she felt the need to get stronger, a strange force possessing her abruptly. She wanted to look after Raditz, and while she knew he could clearly take care of himself, she wanted to be safe. He was the only Saiyan that had done such a kind thing for her, and she was willed by that gesture to protect him, to make sure no one took him away from her. He was, really, her only source of happiness.

At last, she had a reason to get stronger. One that actually moved her.

She finally faced him, forcing herself to look at him. And although the tears still sat on her lashes, they were forgotten. She held the pieces of paper out to him. “I’m sorry for getting you into this mess. But you’re right. I am a Saiyan, after all…why should cruel comments define me when I should prove them wrong…” This new urge of becoming a better Saiyan thrilled Mitsu, and she took in the features of the Elite Saiyan-Warrior that towered over her. She adored the sight of him. He made her feel special, made her feel positive!

At last, she smiled brightly.

“Thank you, Raditz. You’re my hero,”

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     He was harsh because that is just who he is. He had rough edges, but an actual softer inside. He was being harsh because he understood. He once stood in those shoes of hers. His mother tried everything to make him feel better, but it was his father who told him this. He told him to grow up, to face it. That if he wanted something done, he had to go out there and make it happen. So everyday, he trained hard. He’s gotten a lot stronger, but not as strong as he liked. He was still weak, compared to that of Vegeta and Nappa. Something was holding Raditz back. Was it actual emotion? He’s actually feeling heart? He never understood.

     Raditz kept his distance, only taking the offered papers from the saiyaness. He glanced at her with an arched brow. Even though he told her crying wouldn’t get her anywhere, she still did it. He rolled his eyes. The saiyan male shuffled the papers in his hands. The offer of the papers was rather...nice, but he was not in the mood for a mission anymore. So, he crumpled the papers with a long sigh. His tail wrapped around his waist after a while.

     “Yes, you are a saiyan. Prove them that you are, prove yourself. If you’re tired of them, then take care of them. Punch them into the ground. Enough is enough after all...” this was the nicest he had ever been in such a long time. This made him furrow his brows. 

His gaze narrowed, trying to figure out what was going on. Was Raditz here to try and trick him? Was he back to try and destroy the world all over again?? If he were, then he had another thing coming. Goku was much stronger now than he was back then and he would not hesitate to do what was needed this time. At least that was what he told himself. 

          "A second chance? By who?“ There were so many questions and Raditz was doing a good job of not giving him a straight answer. It left him feeling more confused than frustrated. His brows shot up at the mention of Vegeta and his lips parted for a moment before they closed. "Me… and Vegeta? What, all of our fights together?” He asked, still not seeing where Raditz wanted to go with this. “If you’re here to try and get Vegeta on your side again, think again. It’s not going to work.”

     Why couldn’t his brother just understand? This was frustrating. He was never great with words, “By who? As if I know!” he snapped at his younger brother. Raditz couldn’t recall anything at the moment. His mind was more focused on how he was going to explain what he wanted to do. Fists clench tightly, brows furrowing as he thought deeply. It shouldn’t be this hard, should it? If he was honestly sorry, and wanted another chance...this shouldn’t be hard. He growled.

     “No! That’s not want I want! I could care less about that bastard!” that damn prince left him to rot in hell. What loyalty was that? After all the years that he had spent with him. Even showed him his own loyalty and this, this is how he repaid him? Yeah, he didn’t care much for him. Both Vegeta and Nappa.