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I had been reborn on a distant planet, far away from my former home planet of Earth, now a member of an alien species. Not even an interesting one, no wings or psychic powers but I at least had a tail, that was something that I liked. My new race placed their young in some sort of artificial womb, where they could grow without interfering with their Mother's ability to fight. This would last for about three years, I'm not sure how they solved other issues of that approach but being a babe at the time, I found myself not caring too much so I never found out.

I remembered my first day out of my tube. My new Mother was kneeling down with a wide-open smile and soft bright eyes. She hushed the laughing people around her, to see if I would say my first word. Apparently, she had done so when she was let out, and so had her father. Family tradition, not a common thing among the people of this race.

"Gine," One of the onlooker said, his spiky hair familiar to me in a way that sent chills down my back. "You decided on a name yet?"

"Oh, Bardock," 'Gine' let out in a sigh. My father was Bardock and this race had a tail. Was I Goku? Was I destined to be the greatest of this race? The strongest, the bravest, and the one who was going to be the legendary– "It's Raditz." That was when I let out my first words.

"FUUCK!"

That was about three years ago, and now I had entered a battle that was far too much for my current level. My opponent was the biggest of bullies, this was a monster responsible for the deaths of countless lives, today he was committing an even greater injustice, I would put an end to this madness now.

"It's over," I yelled going in for a fierce uppercut against this enemy. They leaned back their chin just a tiny bit, dodging my fantastic blow with trained grace. Then I went in for a sweeping leg to their sitting form, hoping to use my small size to my advantage. That was when he picked me up by that very leg.

"I got you now," he grinned at me, taking a bite out of my leg of meat. This was my new pops Bardock, once again chowing down on my dinner, it was usually a race to see which of us would manage to eat the most food. Sadly I was much weaker than him, so he won more often than not. This was my idea to attack him to take his food. "Your twenty years before you can defeat your old man." He laughed with a large grin on his face.

I hadn't expected this sort of man, not when I realized Bardock was my father. I was expecting a cold, rather absent father, and while he could be absent he was never cold. Oh he was a Saiyan, he was loud and cursed, he spat on the ground and he loved knocking me around but he also was remarkably proud of me. That wasn't something I thought he would be when I was born Raditz.

"Bardock!" Mom entered the Kitchen, her pink armor crinkling under the pressure of her crossed arms. "Put down your son and let him eat his dinner." She was more exasperated than angry, I honestly couldn't imagine her angry.

Mom or Gine as was her name. She was also not someone I would have expected to have such I was reborn as Raditz. She was soft and demure, oh she was still a rather tough Saiyan, capable of dealing with the extremely fierce children that our race produced.

"Right," Dad chuckled with a small amount of sadness, he loved messing with me. For some reason. "Better eat up quickly squirt," He told me chomping down on the meat in his hand. "Before I eat the whole lot."

"Oh check my Power Level," I squirmed, now sitting next to him. I was always looking forward to any progress made to stall below a thousand number. "Please, Dad, please," I whined at him, not something I would get away with if lived like other children on Vegeta.

"Oh right," He clicked the button on the side of his Scouter. "548, up good twenty points since last month."

Mom looked down at my disgruntled face, with a massive smile on her's. She walked up to me and clapped onto me in a massive hug that crushed me to her. Mom always had this weird amount of happiness around her, for a Saiyan that was much too gentle for this world that worshiped killing.

"Gine, stop babying the boy," Dad took pity on me, that allowed me to escape my Mom and return to eating my food with a utmost seriousness. I could feel him ruffling the top of my hair, my long child Raditz hair. "Don't take it too hard, your stronger than I ever was at your age," When that didn't work he tied something else. "Pretty soon you'll be joining your old man on missions."

That didn't really help me, as much I was enjoying my new childhood of fighting and eating so far. I didn't really want to go out killing innocent people, I wasn't even all that sure why I was trying so hard to improve, Kakarot will bet the one to defeat Frieza. Bardock will just forget me once he gets those visions. Then Kakarot will be the only son to matter.

"Hey," Mom stepped back into my view, giving me a typical gentle look of hers. "Why don't you finish up and go down to the Ring to play, I want to talk to your Dad in private."

I nodded exiting the room, the energy that showcased how I felt at the moment. This didn't give me any better of a feeling than Dad's little confidence boost but I didn't want to be a problem for them right now. Afterall I was the only Saiyan outside of the Royal family that was being raised by his biological parents, no point in giving them a reason to kick me to a matronage/patronage.

The Ring was a simple dirt ring, it was massive, easily big enough to fit about thousand of us fighting, it was used by young Saiyans when their Patrons wanted to train them. Patrons being the caretakers of young Saiyan children, given that most of my kind didn't even want to carry them to term, the weakest or the eldest of us were given the task of raising the unruly masses. I pitied the,

So when I walked into the ring I found that some of the local kids were trying to wreck a girl about my age, which was about four years younger than some of the bullies, by ganging up on her with long-range Ki blast attacks. Even with this, I was hesitant to intervene because this could have easily been the girls' idea. Saiyans was a bit battle hungry even as children. But what convinced me was the young girl yelling out in pain, she seemed to be in a bad spot. I gathered Ki to my hand forming a large sphere, and I threw it into the path of the oncoming blast.

A massive bang was accompanied the largest flash any of them had ever in their lives.

"Whats cha big idea," One of the larger boys stalked over to me, his words being a terrible slurred mess. "Wha ya dos yous better than us"

What, what is that accent. I think I've been defeated by an accent. I am so confused by it that I don't know what to do with my face. I think the leader of this pack bullies took pity for me and decided to translate. He had a face that made me think that he was an illegitimate son of my new Pops, even looked about my age.

"Forgive my friend," It was a smoother voice than I expected. It caused me to look at the boy, way too elegant for someone our age. "What he means is, do you think we'll let you live after that?" Wow, I been threatened by a kid version of my own new father. I feel so scared. That's sarcasm, by the way.

"You must think you're a bi-" I deflected a blast with my left hand, easy as one would air. Leaping back away from two of my young male attackers who flew at me from opposite side like rockets at a moon, so by moving out of the way they ran right into each other with all that force. Knocking them down.

"Two down," I looked at the gray mini-me of Pops with a stern eye. "There's about three of you left, I don't like your-"

That was when the girl from before leaped in a grabbed the gray boy with two hands, picking him up and slamming him into the floor. Before two other boys could react she swept her hand across the air, yellow blasting them into unconsciousness. She came down on the gray kid again after that, punching him in the face until he lost several teeth. Then gripped his hair with one hand and threw him off to the other side of the arena.

"Yo," The girl spoke up, smiling at me with a gap in her front teeth. "Thanks for the help, eh." Her face let out a look of confusion as if searching for my name from among her thoughts rather than asking me for it.

"Raditz," I told her, taking a step back from her now approaching form.

"Dish then," My eye twitched annoyed at the name but at the same time, I wouldn't verbalize that, I was not letting her know that. "I'm Peppa, Thanks for the save but I had'em just where I wanted them." She pointed at her chest, her child-sized battle armor had deep dents in it, scratches along its back.

"Blasting you from a distance?"

"Luring them into a false sense of security, making them think I was defenseless and going bang!" She jumped at me grabbing my arm in what was no doubt a result of her lacking any concept of personal space. Like most people here on Vegeta. "So how about we fight now, just you and me Dish." Peppa let go and took a step back, taking a stance that was not unlike a boxer and hopping from one foot to another. "Oh, I can tell you don't need no numbers to try me on in a fight."

"Peppa!" An older voice yelled out, their male tone was filled with rage but the person yelling was still out of sight, so I could not even try to describe him. "What are you doing? You know that you're not allowed to the ring without finishing your chores first Peppa."

"Feck," Peppa cursed, her teeth clenching at the unseen man. "Its the Patron," She pulled on my arm, practically dragging me through the air with the speed of a cheetah. "Quick we need to hide, where do live?"

"Wha-" I let out, floating as to let her pull me quicker, it was easier than fighting her, to be honest. "Up the road, why am I running?"

"You're standing around with me," She snorted, her nose crinkling into the air. "That's all that old hoot needs to tell your patron to punish you."

"Its right here," I told her planting myself into the ground and swinging her by the hand through my doorless hut of a house.

"Oh, my," I much gentler voice let out. "I think you got the wrong place kid, where's your matron?"

"Hey Dish," Peppa spoke up from her new ground-based position as I entered my home myself. "I thought you said this was your patronage's place, it's much too small, and there's a meat maker here." I have no idea how she knew what Mom did for a living but I guessed it might have been all the spices Mom smelled of.

"That's my Mother, hi Mom." I waved at her, seating myself at the nearby table. Peppa herself getting off the floor and following my example and sitting next to me, plopping her feet on my knees.

"Raditz who's this?" She asked me, her face set in a small frown. Oh, I hope she wasn't mad at me.

"I'm Peppa," The girl responded for me, bouncing her thumb up to her chest with a vast amount of energy. "Are you besides Dish's Mom?" She asked sniffing the air in front of her, smelling the meat that Mom was cooking with the kind of attention that told me that her Patron wasn't a cooking fellow.

"I'm Gine," Her hands were on her hips as she stared down the two of us. "Dish? You're a friend of Raditz's?" Peppa nodded, then Mom had a strange look on her face as if she was trying to figure out if this was true.

Then she squeed picking Peppa and me up with an arm each, spinning us around with a dazzling speed that almost made me think that Mom had achieved Super Saiyan. She hopped up and down, I could see the surprised look on the face of Peppa who seemed like she was super confused about this strange woman. That was when Dad entered the picture his face the picture of surprise.

"Raditz," He started clearly confused at seeing me back so early before he caught sight of the young girl in Mom's arm. He backed out of the room like a fox out of a hen house, dragging along a piece of meat with him.

"Bardock, I saw that," Mom sang, her joy unbound. "Come in here." I could hear Dad curse under his breath, thankfully for him, she didn't hear this. "Look Raditz has a friend."

"Really, even seeing this, I don't believe it." he laughed with a smirk that I was going to wipe off his face if she ever let us go. Thankfully that soon happened but by then I realized once more that the chances of my even striking Dad at this point were slim. "So how did the squirt met you?" Dad asked her rubbing his scared check in thought.

Peppa regaled them with the events of just moments ago. I found myself looking at their reactions rather than the story. Dad didn't react except for some kind of knowing smile on his face and Mom's reaction was...odd to say the least.

"Oh Bardock," She leaned into him with a slow smile on her face. "Does it remind you of something else."

I decided that I didn't want to know what they were talking about. It was better for my mental health that way. This moment of peace and tranquility was ruined by the door to our hut being banged on with the force of a small rhino.

"Doors not locked!" Dad yelled. "But don't come if you plan on robbing us, I'll just kill you"

"Ah Bardock," An elder man entered through the door. His brown hair was nearing grey in color, wearing older style armor without the shoulder guards. He noticed me looking at him from the corner of his eye spotting Peppa and me with a sly grin. "It has been a long time since I've seen you boy."

"Patron Brocco," Dad frowned at the man, this was interesting to me. Dad got on with everyone, why wouldn't he get on with this guy? Did he not like Patrons? "What can I do for you?"

"You see I have been looking for the young girl over there, she's a tricky one" He shrugged with a apparent nonchalance. "Lucky for me I placed a tracker on her jumper this morning," Brocco patted the chest of his armor where we could all see the bulky tracker. "I'll take her off your hands now, could take the boy as-"

"No thanks," Gine spoke up, cutting off the man with a chilling tone. "You can leave now Brocco, I'll keep the girl as well." The room became ice cold with that announcement.

"I'm the girl's Patron girl," That earned him a frosty look from Dad to my relief, he was standoffish with Brocco before but still polite. I really didn't like the feel of this guy and didn't really like the idea of him being anyone's Patron. "I get to decide where the brat lives, what she does and whatever else strikes my fancy," He smirked widely his teeth glinting. "Unless you wish to challenge me?"

"Nah," Mom told him all the while smiling cruelly, I knew where she was going. This guy might be stronger than her but no Saiyan is as strong as Dad is, he'll wipe the floor with him. "Raditz will kick your ass for his friend, won't you son."

"Yeah h-" I stopped, looked at Mom, she smiled at me softly. I looked to Dad who gave me a huge thumbs up, and then looked to Peppa who looked as surprised as I am. I suddenly felt the need to just say yes. "I'll kick your ass."

"Oh, that shouldn't be a surprise," He turned back to Mom and the look on his face made me want to beat him right into the ground even more. "You're a notorious coward after all." Insulting Mom like that gets you recked.

"Come then," I jumped into the conversation. "You old wimp of a wet fart, let's get to it."

The five of us calmly walked over to the Ring, Brocco walked in front separate from us while Dad was walking beside me and Mom had decided to take Peppa alongside her so they could chat without either me or Brocco hearing them.

"Hey," Dad leaned down to me, the two of us still in the process of walking. "Don't worry about this fool too much, he's a Patron because he couldn't make it as a fighter," He chuckled at a thought. "Your Mom made it as one, she just doesn't have the right temperament for it but you Raditz, you have the spirit of a true Saiyan Warrior."

"And its fine not to have that temperament?" I asked him quietly. He ruffled my hair while standing back up straight.

"Of course it is, this guy is just a sad old asshole," He cursed the man. That was when we finally got back to the Ring. The other children from before were standing off to the side, the gray mini of Dad was still nursing his shattered nose. He was something to be concerned about since he was properly Turles.

"Now," Brocco clapped his hands, and then sweeping them wide open, leaving his chest exposed. "Shall we begin?"

I decided to take him up on that offer, so my fist found itself buried in his gut. Brocco was shoved back by the blow, his spit splattering across the ground. He responded with a sideways chop, so I used my small size to my advantage sweeping his legs out from under him with a kick.

Midway between the air and the ground Brocco's face showcased an amount of surprise that was common on those who found themselves over their head. So I followed up my prior attacks with the back of my fist right under his unprotected chin, this really sent him flying off.

He flipped back around in mid-air, correcting himself and racing right back to me. We engaged in a startling fast bout of fisticuffs, sending blows at each other, blocking and ducking. Kicking and punching our way around the other's defenses. Fortunately, my small stature once again handed me the advantage as I oozed into his guard with a kick that sent him flying back once more.

"Okay!" Brocco leaped up from the ground, he was yelling, his face red with rage, and his hands were glowing with Ki. "That's it you little shit! Take this!" He launched a beam at me, its heat could be felt even before he launched it.

I gathered a ball of Ki into my hand, leaping away from the attack and at the same time lunging forward, I threw the ball at him as it was a baseball. The force of the throw warping the ball along the path towards its target.

It exploded right in his face, causing him to close his eyes and opening him up to my next attack. A boot to the head, smacking him once more to the ground. Before I could make my next move he took hold of my right leg, leaped to his feet and picked me up by it. Then I found myself being battered across the ground, up and down, side to side. Until I finally had enough of this.

I dug my hands into the ground, stopping his momentum cold and holding the two of us in place. I gathered some Ki into my mouth and released it in a small beam towards his face. He let go of my leg and threw himself to the ground in an attempt to escape the blast, the shoot ended up just cutting off the top of his hair.

The two of us flipped back to our feet. We began to charge an attack each, he charged his in a single hand and me in two hands. Soon his left hand mirrored my right one and we both released a beam. They smashed into each other with a mountain breaking force, the ground beneath our feet started to creek due to this force.

"You're strong, boy," Brocco started to gloat, his hands starting to glow brighter, the force of the beam started to gain ground against mine. My feet soon shifted backward, I was losings ground. "But I have been holding back." he ended his gloat with a maniac laugh.

"Come on, Dish, don't make me take over!" Peppa yelled out from the sidelines.

I smiled.

I threw my left hand out and with it, a purple sphere found itself free from my grasp. It raced down the side of the beams, Its speed outlandish for its size as it soon homed in on its target. Then Brocco let out a sigh of relief as the ball just raced past him, he laughed.

"That was a good try boy, but you missed." Brocco laughed so hard he closed his eyes.

That was when the purple sphere did a one-eighty, turning around and heading right for the unsuspecting back of Brocco. Then it hit him so hard that he lost his control over his beam, breaking it and allowing me to see his 'oh shit' face as my beam crashed into him with all its force. He fell to the ground, his body a smoky, blackened wreck, Brocco was no longer conscious.

"You didn't keep your eye on the birdie," I smirked down at his fallen form.

Author's Note: This is really inspired by the newest Dragon Ball Super Broly trailers. I will be taking a lot of liberties with how the Saiyans live on planet Vegeta but I don't really care to keep canon in regards to the new film. This Raditz/SI has a very spotty memory of DragonBall, there are some things that he remembers, like the DragonBalls, Earth, and Freeza but the wildly different Bardock has caught him so off guard that he isn't sure that what he remembers is any good.

This new work I've planned to swap weeks with Blueman, so next week is more Blueman, then Different Dish and so forth and so on.

Mostly this idea came to me due to thinking about how funny it would be to be born as Bardock's son, as an SI, thinking he was the guy from the old Special but instead he was the caring father that we're shown in DragonBall Minus. Don't much care for that change though because I don't like how it messes with some of DragonBall's themes. Still looking forward to this film, DragonBall Super: Broly is looking to recapture my love of DragonBall somehow even with the retcons, might be the colors used in the trailers.

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