#raditz fic

Months spent away from one another were no easy feat for a Saiyan couple, yet you made the best of the circumstances you found yourselves in. After the destruction of Planet Vegeta when you were children, the two of you had vowed to stick together. Two lowborn elites constantly sneered at, mocked, and beaten on by those who considered themselves your betters. Naturally, it had only driven the two of you closer and after many years the two of you made it official.

Raditz was quick to follow as you turned and strode off the launch deck, navigating the twists and turns of the corridors towards your shared quarters. A shared understanding between the two of you meant conversations were left unsaid until you reached privacy. It did not take long before the two of you stepped into the comfort of your quarters, Raditz turning to watch the door seal before he properly greeted you.

But as he made a move to pull you into a crushing bear hug you stepped out of his reach. With a wiggle of your finger, you teasingly scolded him, “Oh no you don’t mister. You smell like you’ve rolled in something that had been left to rot in the sun for three weeks, not to mention you’re covered in blood and God knows what else.” Raditz rolled his eyes, stepping towards you once again but you continued to step away. “I’m serious Raditz, bath now. I already ran it for you, it should still be hot” you turned away heading for the refresher. With a grunt the unimpressed giant stalked after you.

Kicking off his boots and stripping off the rest of his clothing, Raditz turned towards the tub. You were perched on your knees beside the tub with a hand dipped in to test the warmth of the water. Your own armor and boots had been discarded leaving you only in your battle suit. “You plan on getting in too or does only your arm need cleaned?” Raditz teased as he gently stepped around you and settled into the tub.  Returning his jest with a playful eyeroll, you splashed a bit of water his way. “Actually, I figured with how matted that mane of yours is I better help you wash all of the blood out of it.”

Though he did not say it, Raditz’s heart swooned at the thought. It was no secret that the man was proud of the way he looked, especially when one took the time to take in his hair. But he especially loved evenings like these where you doted on him, taking the time to look after him. Laying out a clean battle suit for the next day, feeding, or grooming him were all small gestures that Raditz greatly appreciated.

Raditz was lulled away from his thoughts as he felt warm water pour over his scalp, drenching his hair and dripping down his muscles. It was the beginning of what he knew was going to be the most soothing twenty minutes of his life.

Could it be a miracle? Had he somehow returned to life? It was the slimmest of chances but had Vegeta used the Dragon Balls to revive him? As the world had begun to spin and fade Raditz swore he had heard Vegeta scoff at Nappa’s suggestion of reviving him. It wasn’t like Vegeta to go out of his way to do anything for anybody else, least of all Raditz. No, the princeling had always looked down upon him. His status as a midclass Saiyan with high battle power ensured that. One less Saiyan simply meant less competition for Vegeta in the brutal world they found themselves trapped in. Still, it also meant one less ally – maybe even with his shortcomings Vegeta had realized he needed Raditz’s aid if they were ever to overcome the bonds of their slavery.

The sound of someone clearing their throat behind him quickly snapped him out of his thoughts. Whipping his head around to gaze over his shoulder his eyes to assess the situation. Long spikey black hair and a distinctive ape-like tale betrayed the Saiyan ancestry of the figure. But it was the dark eyes that reflected a glint of understanding and soft smile that betrayed who the Saiyan was.

No matter how long it had been since the destruction of Planet Vegeta, no matter how long it had been since he’d seen her, Raditz had never forgotten his mother’s face. Dark onyx pools that crinkled up at the corner as Gine beamed down at him with all the warmth of the sun. Most Saiyan’s were distant with their children, off world on mission or engrossed in their work, but she had always had time for him.

As he rose to his feet one thing was clear, the Saiyan standing before him was (Y/N). Despite your class and battle power matching Raditz’s, the decision had been made to send them off world with your lower-class twin brother. When he had arrived on Earth and begun his search, Raditz had expected their battle power to have been the greatest on this mudball of a planet. Yet, the first creature he had come across was the Namekian and the second Kakarot. Truthfully, he’d simply written (Y/N) off as dead. It made no sense that Kakarot had either matched or surpassed his twin.

But here you were standing before him unscathed, hands held up to show that you meant him no harm. “(Y/N) I expected you to be dead, yet here you are. You missed the family reunion” Raditz jested in his characteristically overconfident tone, “but never mind that. Tell me what happened, how am I here?” His demands were met with a simple answer, “I think it’s pretty obvious. You died and I figured since we had given Vegeta a second chance at a peaceful life here on Earth that you probably deserved the same. After all you are family.”

Before he could even process what had been said words were blurting out of his mouth, “Vegeta is here? On this planet and its somehow completely unscathed? What do you mean a second chance? As if you, Kakarot, or that pesky green man could have defeated him and Nappa.”

“Not only did Goku, who we revived with the Dragon Balls, beat Nappa but we beat Vegeta too. Not before Vegeta killed Nappa for his failure to beat Goku though. Sent Vegeta back to Frieza relying on the life support systems in his pod to keep him alive. After Vegeta defected from the Frieza force, tried to gather all the Namekian Dragon Balls, got himself killed teaming up with us against Frieza, we used one of the wishes to bring him back. He lives here on Earth now, we actually kind of live together” (Y/N) asserted, eyes searching his own to gauge his feelings.

For the first time in his life Raditz found himself speechless. Not only had Vegeta actually fought Frieza and lived, well kind of, he had actually settled down somewhere. Nappa was dead too. He wasn’t sure how to feel about that. On one hand he had essentially raised Raditz since the loss of their home. On the other he had smeared Raditz’s low born status in his face from the day they had met, setting Raditz apart from the other two Saiyan’s. “You’re telling me that Vegeta, the single most blood thirsty and ambitious Saiyan I have ever met in my life, lives on Earth. That somehow he rebelled against Frieza, lived, and that pink alien son of a bitch let him go?” Raditz questioned suspiciously. Based on his siblings body language and tone of voice it was unlikely that he was being lied to. Still, the sentiment that no Saiyan was trustworthy, even to their own kind rung true in his mind. After all, he’d grown up with Vegeta under the watchful eye of Nappa and yet they had left him to rot.

“Yeah I probably should have led with the fact that Frieza is probably dead. Long story short, several of us travelled to Namek to try to use their Dragon Balls and came across Frieza who was there to do the same. We fought him, just about all died and then Goku burst out of the healing pod we had him in. Frieza was afraid of Goku so he decided to blow the planet up but not before he was sliced in two by his own attack. Nobody actually saw him die but even if he is alive he shouldn’t be too hard to beat now. Goku’s alive by the way, he’s still out in space finishing his training god knows where. As if achieving Super Saiyan wasn’t enough, he has to get one over on the rest of us by getting extra training. It’s not like I’m even allowed to leave the planet, someone has to keep Vegeta in line. I’m pretty sure he’d go ballistic if both of us were out there training without him” you reflected flippantly.

Super Saiyan…like the fable. There was no way. Now Raditz knew he was being made a fool of. But as if sensing his rising distrust (Y/N) stepped back and began to rapidly gather power. Muscles bulged and a yellow aura began to envelope his counterpart. Then it happen. (Y/N’s) long spikey black hair turned a glowing blonde colour. “See this is what a Super Saiyan looks like” Y/N mused cheerfully, “I could teach you at some point if you like. All you have to do is come live with Vegeta and I then we can train together.”

Mouth agape and thoughts racing, he nodded numbly at the proposal. Life had suddenly become far more exciting than it ever had been since Vegeta’s destruction. Who knows, maybe this Earthling life that his two siblings had gotten used to was worth it. One thing was certain, the only way to truly find out was to follow (Y/N’s) lead. Perhaps this was his chance at redemption.