Welcome Back Raditz!

Chapter: 11- Truth

Okay. I'm a liar.

I love sarcasm and I'm one annoying bastard.

DEAL WITH IT.

I like anime, but I'll never dress up as someone I know in my right mind doesn't even exist. I'm not a member of the famed anime cult, computer cult, or geek cult.

I just like anime.

But, and this goes out to all the people I hate,

FUCK YOU. This fic is going uncensored because I hate the FCC.

It sucks.

But I'm sure you don't care about my beliefs. All you want is to see my fic. I haven't been back here in a while because it sucks. Anyway, here's the damn thing.

Enjoy, you sick bastard.

2 and one half months later:

Lightening. Thunder. Heavy rain. Newscasters for the area specifically said to expect and prepare for flash floods.

It was Raditz's birthday, but he told no one of this, not even his little brother.

Raditz marched through the 12 inches of mud, rainwater and debris on the way back to Chi-Chi's, carrying the sword, in a black jacket-hoodie and a white wife-beater, baggy black jeans and a cross necklace. On his back was about 500 lbs of firewood in a sack.

Good thing Piccolo predicted the flood before the machines did.

The rain was cold as hell. Over the month, Raditz's behavior changed drastically.

He played vigilante around the cities without much of a care.

He mainly targeted puissant thugs and rapists.

South City became a hellhole over the months, tabloids and scandals raged over and over about Capsule Corp.'s president, Bulma, supposedly having connections with Raditz, whom had killed about 4 news reporters in the little "incident" involving him and a certain Saiyan prince.

The deaths of innocent people on his conscience made him a different man, especially in the last few weeks.

Raditz silently opened the door, which didn't help much, as loud thunderclaps made many things inaudible, including the TV, in which Gohan, and Chi-Chi were sitting in the room watching, for breaking coverage of the news as it happened.

They both gave him strange looks as he dropped the bag on the floor and took off his hood revealing his newly cut hair that was already starting to grow back.

He particularly looked at Gohan during the tense moment.

"What the fuck are you looking at?"

Gohan jumped up but before he could do anything, Goku busted the door open letting water and mud fill the floor of the room.

Now all eyes were on him, as he too dropped an equally heavy bag on the floor.

He had a big grin on his face, as he usually did.

Gohan turned back to Raditz, or rather, where he was.

Raditz, in his room began uttering some cuss words and other nonsense as he kneeled down on the floor, unsheathed his masamune, and held with two hands flat, as if giving it as an offering.

The sword radiated a vibrant glow of green, as did Raditz.

His muscles tensed, veins grew on his forehead, and his eyes turned white.

The next day, Raditz awoke to the smell of chi-chi's cooking and the low hum of his weapon.

Without much thought, he jumped out of the window and started walking towards Mt. Pauzu, when of course he could've flown.

Goku started to walk up to him as he seemed to quicken his pace.

"Wait!"

Raditz scratched his ears and pretended to not listen.

Goku ran up, cocked his hand back, and punched him in the back of his skull.

"Ah! Fuck!"

Raditz grabbed the sore area, and hit Goku with a small energy beam in the nuts.

Goku also grabbed his "vulnerable point" while Raditz laughed and after an episode of pain, Goku did also.

"Where are you going?

"…To the mountains to train again." He turned his head and nodded to the direction of the mountain.

Goku scratched his head and seemed worried.

"Why there? You've been going there a lot lately."

"The cold air, high elevation, its remote and private. Well…it used to be private."

Goku let out a brief sigh.

"You're never going to forgive him, are you?"

"Nope."

With that, Raditz flew away. Though he wanted to climb, it seemed he was running out of time.

Goku merely shrugged it off and walked back towards the house.

Raditz landed softly on the soft land near the middle of the mountain, and frantically started to search for something.

Giving up, Raditz started to turn around, and was face to neck with a giant dog like demon, drooling and baring his fangs.

"What did I say about that? Bad boy, sneaking up on me like that."

Raditz jokingly gave a wag of his finger to the demon.

"Raditz, you must train. You aren't even close to the next level of Super Saiyan yet. If were to have any chance to defeat--"

"I'm not?"

Raditz, without much hesitation ascended to the second level of super Saiyan, hair turned a tone of mighty golden, waves of air surrounding him in a blaze of fury. The cloth that was holding his hair back snapped and flew off in the wind.

"Good. I've underestimated you. You're going along a lot faster than I expected. The thought that you accomplished this all by yourself overwhelms me with pride."

Raditz bit his lip and powered down. The serious glow of his eyes let him know that he was on to him.

"Come on, I've figured it out already! If I draw power from the sword, that means I'm taking AWAY from its power and ADDING it to my own, right? So therefore, I got this thing won already! That's why I haven't been training like I have been. Relax."

Raditz sat on a rock and threw a stick at some curious small dinosaurs that came when they heard the rumble of the transformation.

"What you're doing is dangerous. It could jeopardize the entire fight as we know it. You're not just drawing strength from the sword you're also--"

"Would you please just let me handle this? I'm a grown man, alright? I know how to handle power, ok? And try to hold off the grim reaper for a little while longer. I got attacked yesterday and they almost got me. You know I can't kill them."

"OF COURSE YOU CAN'T! They aren't among the living like you and I. I had to lie my way down here, which wasn't exactly the easiest thing to do. And you aren't my master so don't give me orders like you are. But heed my warning, if you continue to draw power from that sword, you'll also draw evil energies and malicious power from summoned demons of long ago. Take care on exactly how much you take from it, and be cautious of how you act. It changes your personality, and drastically so. So please, DO NOT FUCK UP!"

Raditz sensed a power nearby closing in fast.

"HIDE."

Raditz zoomed through the air top speed on his way towards W city, as Gohan landed on the ground where Raditz was. The same cloth that was holding his hair back then gently landed on his foot. He picked it up and clutched it with a vice grip.

"He's…at the next level already?"

WEST CITY

Not long after:

Raditz had landed far out of town and walked in, covertly. He had to alter his image after "the massacre" of the civilians and news people, much to his dismay.

On a bench he saw Yamcha, sitting on a bench, gray jacket, olive drab jeans, and a blue T shirt and blue and gray all star converse shoes.

He seemed a little depressed.

This made Raditz seem happy.

He walked behind him whilst he was still sitting and deepened his voice.

"Give me your money or you die."

Without looking back, he gave Raditz the finger.

"I'm serious!"

"I'm sure you are. I'm not feeling so good so just do me a favor and fuck off."

"Wrong answer."

Raditz made a slow, hard swing towards Yamcha, who guarded himself with his forearm, completely blocking the attack. He looked back with a toothy frown and noticed his would-be mugger as Raditz.

His frown turned to a smile as Raditz walked around and sat down with him.

"What's with you?"

"Other than you, frying my money and making me stone broke nothing. I'm sure something worse is pissing you off though."

Raditz slowly nodded.

"Yeah, it's Piccolo. He "happened" to find my training spot and found out that I was a Super Saiyan."

Yamcha seemed perplexed.

"Forgive my rudeness, but uh…so?"

"You don't get it. Normally I'd be fine with it, but the bastard followed me to my spot, and sat there like he was some kind of stalker, and watched me. He didn't even say anything. To make it worse, he told Gohan and Gohan told Goku, Goku told Vegeta and now they're all on my case and asking me how I progressed in training every time I meet them,"

"Well…look at it from their POV. If you're not strong enough, the world is fucking doomed. Goku and Vegeta AND Gohan won't be able to kill him alone. They need YOU. The sword is the only thing that seemed to put a stop to him. Otherwise he'd just rise like a phoenix and rain down sulfur and brimstone again, am I right?"

"Sure. It just seemed to me like they don't think I'm strong enough to GET stronger, so they think I need extra help just because I was weaker back then."

"Yeah, I know how you feel. Cigarette?"

Yamcha pulled out a cigarette carton and offered him one. Raditz shook his head, so Yamcha got one out and lit it.

"You do?"

"Sure. I was the weakest human for a while, and the other guys flew right past me like it was nothing. And look whose shadow I'm in. Krillin! Krillin's shadow! I'm twice as tall as him, and I'm in his shadow? That's fucked up. The guy's a freaking troll and he benches a ton or two more than me. I think its steroids. That's the only reason he got some hair on his head if you ask me. In a few months, I bet he's going to develop a boob. Just you watch."

Needless to say, Raditz laughed his ass off. Talking to Yamcha was a good pick me up. The two had shared a sense of humor no one else really had.

"Well, you still got to forgive him one of these days. I mean, hell, I'm still steamed at Vegeta, and at least before I die I'd like to settle things one way or another. Shake his hand or something. I guess it isn't completely his fault for being a selfish pissant."

This made Raditz chuckle.

"Don't forget a stubborn asshole."

"Indeed."

"Well, you made me feel better. It's good to know I'm not the most miserable person in the world who has a miserable life. Thanks. See you later."

Raditz walked off into the sunset.

Not long after, a young woman caught Yamcha's eye and vice versa. She gave him a wink and she walked off out of the park.

Yamcha smiled, threw down his cigarette and stomped on it and walked the same direction she was.

Near Chi-Chi's, in the woods, Raditz found himself surrounded by robed skeleton figures with sickles in a pretty much open space.

"Great…now where is he?"

Expecting Orochi's brother to come out any minute, Raditz did not put his hands up to guard himself.

The same skeleton figure that haunted him in hell was now once again staring him in the face.

He extended one hand, expecting Raditz to give up the sword. Instead, he threw the sword directly above him in the air and swung at him, and he dodged with extreme nimbleness, and directed his gang to attack.

One of the members swung at him, and Raditz grabbed the sickle, took it from him, and, hit him between the eyes with the other end.

When 13 more lunged at him in an arrow formation, he ran towards them head on towards the one in the direct middle of the formation, the boss, sickle in hand.

Between them, the demon Raditz was speaking to some hours ago appeared, and sent the leader reeling with a strong punch to the face. The others broke the formation, and focused on the demon, by tackling him all at once.

He knocked a couple of the grunts off of him, but they only kept coming out of nowhere, almost 22 of them were now attacking him at once.

"Go, Raditz!"

Ignoring him, Raditz charged into the battle, grabbing the sword as it fell from the sky down towards him, with both the sword and the sickle in his hands, he knocked some of the grunts off of his bigger and harrier ally.

"I told you I could handle this."

The dog demon, whom was Orochi's brother, now had most of his outfit torn from his torso, and was bleeding profusely until the gashes quickly healed themselves.

The foot soldiers that survived the onslaught retreated into one large crowd, so as they could all attack together.

"Yeah, but I want to test something out."

Raditz plunged the sword into the soft ground, and soon, without warning, the ground collapsed from beneath the horde, and all of them, including the boss went under the earth, under tons of rock and rubble.

"Nice trick, but it only stalled them. You can't let them follow you back to the house. We have to destroy them here or else they'll keep coming."

"Yeah, I know. This is it…"

The boss' eerie skeleton hand weakly rose from the crater, along with most of the other specters.

Not waiting for them to fully emerge, Raditz and the demon both began to savagely attack them, rather unfairly.

Shortly after, only torn robes and fragments of skeletons were left in a smoking crater. To make sure, Raditz blasted the crater with an even stronger blast.

"I was actually hoping for a much better fight than this. But they will come back, right?"

Raditz threw the sickle into the crater, which stood erect as an ominous grave marker.

"You actually want to be on edge, in danger of being attacked at any moment without any hope of destroying them, at least without my help?"

"Well, it made my day more interesting."

They descended to the ground, and Raditz made his way towards the house whilst Azaichi went the other way.

"Thank you."

Raditz paused and looked back, but nothing was there, but the sickle, and the night air, quiet and cold.

Raditz was again at the window, trying to absorb more power from the sword, but suddenly he stopped, and started to shake.

The sword seemed to take energy away from him, his muscles were starting to slim slightly, he seemed to grow shorter, and his body began to smoke and he gritted his teeth. He threw the sword away from him, and looked at his left palm, with sores and burns.

The next day, he went to Goku's room, where he was doing push-ups. He stopped and looked at Raditz.

"Did—did you get shorter? And weaker?"

Raditz slowly nodded. He threw the sword towards the ground.

"It….took it away…my power I mean. Not all of it, but…a lot. Hell, that's what I get for trying to take the easy way out, right?"

"Yep. You deserve it you lazy fool. I told you to be careful."

"Yeah, lets go train."

The two exited the house, towards the mountain Goku grew up on. Goku was about to fly up, as was Raditz, but they both stopped and began to climb.

'It couldn't hurt.'

A.N.: Sucks to end it this way, huh?