After Raditz's initial defeat and reluctant acceptance of his strange, "Earth-loving" little brother, life on Kame House returned to something resembling normal—at least as normal as it could be with Saiyan threats looming and power levels climbing. However, with Raditz nursing his wounds and everyone gathered to prepare, normalcy was out of the question.
While Raditz rested, the Z Fighters gathered at **Kame House** to discuss the Saiyan threat. Master Roshi, noticing the increased energy levels, was a mix of pride and concern. Krillin, meanwhile, rubbed his bruises from the recent encounter, nursing a cocktail of resentment and admiration.
Raditz was reclining, adjusting to Earth's lighter gravity, while Bulma grilled him with curiosity.
"So… you're from this planet, Vegeta?" Bulma asked, intrigued. "What was it like? Do they have advanced technology? Cute guys? I mean, besides the bloodthirsty tendencies?"
Raditz raised an eyebrow, slightly bewildered by her questions. "My planet… Vegeta, the land of warriors. It was ruthless. You either fought to live or lived to fight. As for… 'cute guys,' you might say we're all Saiyan elites. But our Prince, Vegeta, well, he's… quite particular. I doubt he'd entertain… whatever this is." He waved a hand, vaguely gesturing at Bulma's fascinated expression.
Zohan, watching, snickered. "Oh, I'd pay to see *that* conversation. You and Prince Vegeta, Bulma. He'd probably call you an Earthling weakling and stomp off."
Bulma scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Weakling? I'd knock some sense into that spiky-haired prince. And then some."
Goku, sitting cross-legged nearby, asked Raditz seriously, "So… what else can you tell us about our people?"
Raditz, seeing Goku's sincere curiosity, leaned forward, his tone more solemn. "Our people… were a race of conquerors. We were known for our combat prowess, our transformations, our resilience. Planet Vegeta was… a world of red skies and sharp rocks, a place where only the strong survived. We could transform into *Oozaru*—a Great Ape, a form triggered by the full moon that amplifies our strength tenfold."
"Great Ape?" Master Roshi interjected, intrigued. "Does that explain why Goku used to turn into a giant monkey?"
Raditz nodded. "Precisely. Saiyan blood gives us strength, resilience, and a primal thirst for battle. We are… were… the strongest race in the galaxy, feared and respected across worlds. But our planet, Vegeta, was destroyed."
"Destroyed?" Goku's eyes darkened. Despite everything, he felt a pang of sympathy for the loss Raditz had endured.
"Yes… by a tyrant named Frieza. I was off-world on a mission. That's the only reason I survived. It's… complicated," Raditz continued, his voice tinged with bitterness.
Bulma couldn't help but feel intrigued. "This Vegeta—does he know about this Frieza guy?"
Raditz gave a grim smile. "He does. And he's made it his mission to become stronger than him. But that's a story for another day." He glanced away, clearly uncomfortable talking about it.
Krillin, overhearing, couldn't resist. "Wait, so… you were a cosmic planet conqueror… and you still got beaten by us? What's that say about your 'elite' warrior status?"
Raditz narrowed his eyes, but a smirk tugged at his lips. "Laugh all you want, bald one. I'll gladly demonstrate my 'elite' status on you if you're that curious."
Before Krillin could answer, Chichi stormed in, having just arrived on Roshi's island after hearing about the danger to her son. She pushed past the gathered fighters and got right up in Raditz's face, undaunted by his height or scowl.
"So, you're the 'brother' threatening my son's life," she said, voice dripping with venom. "Let me make one thing clear, *Raditz*—you mess with my son again, and you'll be facing more than just fists."
Raditz blinked, taken aback, as Goku scratched his head sheepishly. "Uh… Chi-Chi, honey, Raditz wasn't… exactly…."
But she shot him a glare. "And you! What's with all this 'training'? We're supposed to be raising our son, not throwing him into danger with aliens and whatnot!"
As she continued her tirade, Krillin, attempting to sneak out, tripped over his own feet and landed face-first in the sand. Master Roshi, unable to hold back, chuckled. "Some things never change, Krillin."
Zohan, watching all this, found the scene thoroughly amusing and muttered, "I'd say Krillin's got a knack for… sticking the landing. Every time."
Piccolo, who had shown up after Kami's summons, observed the bickering and general chaos with a look of irritation and determination. As far as he was concerned, this was all a distraction. He wanted power—enough power to surpass Goku. However, hearing Raditz's revelations stirred something in him. He couldn't shake the feeling that something bigger was coming.
"Enough," Piccolo finally snapped. "You called us here for a reason, didn't you, Kami?"
All eyes turned to Kami, who had appeared on Roshi's island as if by magic. "Indeed. Raditz's tale speaks of a Saiyan threat. And there are powers in this universe we have yet to comprehend. I believe the time has come for you all to train under more… rigorous conditions." His gaze shifted to the Lookout. "I will guide you as best as I can. But the path ahead will be fraught with danger."
Roshi, overhearing, rubbed his beard thoughtfully. "Well, if all my students are training together, then I suppose it wouldn't hurt for me to join in. Never too old to… keep in shape, you know?"
Bulma rolled her eyes, clearly not expecting Roshi to contribute much besides pervy antics. "Great. The whole gang is here," she muttered.
But deep down, something about Raditz's story of Planet Vegeta tugged at her. Maybe it was his tragic loss, or maybe it was the idea of a mysterious prince fighting against impossible odds. Either way, she found herself oddly invested in Raditz's story—and maybe, just maybe, a little curious about this "Prince Vegeta." Zohan noticed her expression and couldn't help but chuckle, leaning over to Gohan. "I think Auntie Bulma's got a thing for spiky-haired Saiyans."
Meanwhile, as they prepared to depart, a voice suddenly echoed in Goku's mind, familiar and reassuring. "Kakarot… can you hear me?"
"Father?" Goku gasped, eyes wide.
Through King Kai's influence, Bardock's spirit had managed to contact him from the Other World. "Kakarot… the Saiyan race is more than just its warriors. We were a people of honor, in our own way. I can see… you've found your place on Earth. Don't lose sight of what matters. Protect your family."
Goku's heart swelled, and he nodded. "I will, Father. I promise."
The group assembled, ready to make their way to Kami's Lookout, Krillin muttering something about needing insurance for all his recent bruises, and Piccolo determined to finally surpass Goku.
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**Updated Power Levels (After Rest and Training)**:
- **Goku**: 2000 (base), 10000 (Humanoid Partial Oozaru enraged)
- **Zohan**: 1500 (base), 5000 (enraged)
- **Gohan**: 500 (base), 2000 (enraged)
- **Piccolo**: 1100
- **Raditz**: 3500
- **Krillin**: 250