Well, I do want to cover Kakarrot's childhood a bit, BUT, I love Raditz, and most of the story is dedicated to their meeting and what comes afterwards, so I'll try to get to that as fast as possible.

Anyways, welcome to new readers, and props to you if you read this from the beginning. 2 years it's been! Good lord, I am the master of the hiatus. Or laziness, whatever you want to call it. This chapter may be a bit rough, but that's because most of it was written last year, and I haven't read my own story since. If there's something that sounds terrible, or poor grammar, please don't hesitate to leave a review or shoot me a PM. It would definitely help.

This chapter is pretty much dedicated to everyone *but* Kakarrot, but I really really like it.

"What is this? Did the Saiyans overturn another planet or something? Not another one!" The giant red ogre stood up in his chair screaming. The line suddenly increased in size and souls were coming into the building quicker.

A smaller blue ogre looked at him, taking a step back from shock of his boss's outburst "Not this time, actually it was the Saiyans who were killed off."

The judger of the dead sighed. "Well isn't this the greatest twist in irony that's ever come to other world?"

"TORA! FASHA-"

Yamma, his employees, and everyone in line glared at the entrance of the palace where the voice resonated from.

The figure pushed past clouds of souls and rushed in the room. "Where's my crew?" Mentally exhausted, the Saiyan wandered in, keeping his gaze up at Yamma.

"You know where they are! Tell me!"

Yamma twitched in anger. He had millions coming in, and a whole planet of ill tempered monkeys to deal with. "You'd be best to hold your tongue Saiyan!" He stood up and leaned over the desk. "You have no right to make demands here."

The Saiyan put his fist down and growled, knowing this was the last place to start a fight. He looked to the side to avoid Yamma's glare, and held a constant stare with the floor.

A shadow in the corner took a step forwards. "Bardock?"

The owner of the name looked over slowly, recognizing the voice, but not being able to match it to a face. It would definitely have taken an event like the loss of their planet for Bardock to not even notice the ruler of his planet in the same room as himself. "My King?"

The two held their silence for a second, judging each other by the looks in their eyes. "Have you heard anything?"

Bardock stayed silent, half because the whole planet seemed more important than the prince, and also because he had been thinking about his own sons. "No."

The King looked at him with a natural glare. "Tell me, how did you die?"

Bardock clenched his teeth. "Frieza. I challenged him but he killed me instantly."

Vegeta looked at Bardock, visibly shocked at his bravery, especially since his best soldiers had betrayed him. After a short silence he gulped and asked. "Are there more?"

Another silence ensued. "…yes, my King."

"How-"

"All of them." The lower class said, looking forwards at nothing in particular. "They died seconds after I did."

Vegeta twitched his eye and looked away, not able to comprehend his proud race being slaughtered.

An even angrier being, however, cut in by slamming his fists on the table. "LOOK I'D LOVE TO LISTEN TO YOU TWO GO ON ABOUT HOW YOUR WHOLE PLANET WAS MURDERED, BUT I HAVE BILLIONS OF PEOPLE TO GO THROUGH, AND BILLIONS MORE STORIES LIKE YOURS!" Yamma growled.

The two Saiyans looked up at him instantly. They were overwhelmingly disappointed, but decided not to push it, since they had absolutely no idea what was happening

Yamma scanned the portfolios in his hands, even though he knew the Saiyans well enough to know what was to be expected. "King Vegeta. Wow quite a record here…and you too Bardock. I don't really think I even have to tell you where you two are going…"

"…Can I wait for my son at least?" Bardock shouted unexpectedly.

"I can't grant favors, especially to someone with your history. Now if you'll go with your escort on the left, we can get this over with." Yamma stamped the papers and leaned back in his chair as the two complied, even if they truly had…nothing to lose.

"I need to know what happens to my youngest son, Kakarrot." He announced. "I need to know…if he lived."

King Vegeta normally would have scoffed and proclaimed that he didn't even need to worry about his super elite son, but he remained quiet, since he had no idea where his son was either.

Bardock looked up at Yamma glaring. "He may be the one to stop Frieza."

The King couldn't help but let out a laugh. "YOUR son?"

The low class soldier remained silent. "I had a vision before I died. Courtesy of the Kanassans."

Yamma sighed and flipped open a book, not wanting to start a fight with them that would hold up the line. "Alive."

King Vegeta's eyes widened. "And mine?"

"Alive." King Vegeta grinned like crazy. "He is strong. He will be the one to kill Frieza."

Bardock sneered quietly at the King, then shifted his attention to Yemma. "What about my crew…and my other son?"

Yamma glared at him and turned the page. "Your son is alive, and your crew have already passed through here."

"But where are they?"

Taking that as his chance, the judger of the dead pushed a button on his desk, opening a trap door below the duo.

Their energy instantly drained, and they could do nothing to stop them from falling. The King and his subject could only yell as they fell to Hell, their eternity.

Vegeta sat down on a bench and sighed. "Nappa if I find out you're lying, I'll crush your head."

"I'm not lying! I got it direct from Lord Frieza!" He shouted back in fright.

"Well, did you suspect that Frieza might be lying?" Vegeta stated softly.

"Well..no, I mean- AHHHH!"

Before he could blink, a small blast was shot at his head.

"AHHH! VEGETA!" The enormous first class clutched his head as hair fluttered about. "THAT DOESN'T GROW BACK!"

"What's the problem?"

"P-prince Vegeta! My-my…" He looked up in horror. A few patched of hair remained on the near bald Saiyan's head, but not more than the King had on his chin.

"Just think of it as being knighted." He chuckled.

Nappa shut his mouth and frowned, changing the mood of the conversation. "So what do we do now?"

Vegeta put his fist to his chin and sighed. "I don't know, Nappa."

Raditz slumped in his spacepod and turned off his scouter, ceasing the babbling of his teammates. Stupid Kakarrot. Stupid father. Stupid mother. He was hardly the loving brother, in fact, he didn't even see the point of babies besides advancing their race.

His own father didn't seem to care either, he left on a voluntary mission as soon as he heard that his mate had gone into labor. Raditz had ran after him in hopes of joining him and his crew for the mission, but was shoved out of the way faster than his father muttered "You're too weak" under his breath.

The long haired Saiyan failed to suppress his disappointment and looked over at the doctor. He assumed that the birthing process made females weak, because his mother was quite fixated on having someone there for Kakarrot's birth. So fixated, the alien doctor was obviously fearing for his life, and wouldn't take a 'no' from Raditz.

The room in which his mother laid in agony was half destroyed from a combination of her tirades and pain. The room was pretty full, a good number of 3rd class Saiyans came to watch, and there were even a few doctors hiding in the back trying to avoid random Ki blasts. The race was still so small, it was quite the spectacle to see a new member born, that and when there weren't any parties or missions life was just as boring as it could be.

So that was it, his mother gave birth to a healthy (but loud) baby and announced the name Bardock has picked, just before she released her grip on the mutilated bed and nodded off forever. Raditz was silent for a minute before leaving the room in a cold expression. He had a new mission to attend to anyways, and needed to relieve stress.

His crew was closer to him than his own blood. He had great respect for both his parents, but never spent any quality time with them, which of course was going purging together. Most of the crew had known each other since their first mission on a backwater planet, the rest were remnants from crews that had been killed off and had no place else to go. Well, they had been. Half of the bunch were slaughtered on the last mission, leaving him and four others until one way or another they ended up with more Saiyans their age.

At least the current mission was supposedly easy, full moon once a week, average power level of 3, no seek and destroy, just purging. The long haired Saiyan still hadn't decided which he liked more, the thrill of a challenge or a slaughter, but this way he wouldn't have to concentrate as hard.

Raditz leaned forward and peeked out of the window of his space pod at the bright orange planet coming closer every second. "60 seconds to landing", the familiar voice of the computer chimed. He stretched a bit silently and leaned forward even more, focusing solely on getting ready for battle. His hair blew forward at the impact into the ground, but he threw it back just before the door opened. He never could get used to landing. It was a wonder the ships didn't break from a Saiyan's foot going through it to brace himself from getting thrown forwards.

He flew upward out of the pod to get a good look at the planet, far from impressed. The planet looked like it had already been purged, that or it was a complete dump. It didn't take long at all for him to get an uneasy feeling from the sights, and that was a rarity in itself. The Saiyan charged up an energy attack and hurled it at the best looking building he could see. It exploded no problem but there was no panic or screaming.

"They're probably not here is all." He growled, angry at how easily he was riled up.

Suddenly, he realized what was wrong. He pivoted in midair and looked for his partner's space pods. None. The boy quickly turned on his scouter and started clicking for power levels. None on the planet at all. He took off suddenly and began flying around the planet. No citizens, no robots, no crew.

"Hey." He said into his scouter. "HEY!"

The only thing he got in response was distorted laughing.

"It's almost sad." Frieza said blantly. "Now I have a whole planet less of monkeys to boss around. Well at least I still have you two, until you blow it that is."

Zarbon and Dodoria stood at attention like normal, focusing with a never ceasing twinge of fear on the tyrant.

"What's the headcount on our Saiyan friends Zarbon?"

The mentioned gulped before speaking. "As far as we know, the prince and Nappa are the only survivors. The Ginyu Force rerouted a whole lot of them and shot them down as a game."

"Good…the Ginyu Force always gets the job done…" He smiled and took a sip of wine.

Well it appears my Raditz/Bardock fan-ness is showing.

I will definitely revisit the King, Bardock, and all the other dead Saiyans later in the story. Hope you enjoyed it! PLEASE review telling me what you want to see in the story, or if this chapter was bad, whatever. I'm not writing this for my own enjoyment, it's so others can enjoy, so if you don't tell me what you like/dislike about it, then it's your own problem if the next chapter sucks.