The surroundings were unfamiliar, resembling a city on a habitable planet, and the humans in the courtyard looked strikingly similar to the Saiyans.
Raditz was sure he was still aboard his spacecraft, so how did he suddenly end up here?
It was puzzling, extremely puzzling!
Having been a soldier under the cosmic emperor Freeza for so many years, traveling across the galaxy, Raditz had seen a lot, but he had never encountered anything this bizarre.
Furthermore, the woman on the ground... the more he looked at her, the more she resembled his deceased mother?
"Raditz, thank goodness, you're still alive."
The woman, who had been staring at Raditz with a suspicious look, was now happily shedding tears as she reached out her arms toward the boy with a monkey tail floating in midair.
Meanwhile, Tights and her mother were whispering excitedly: "I heard that Gine and Bardock's eldest son should be around the same age as Bulma, but he looks even younger than her. Mrs. Brief squinted her eyes and nodded in agreement, "He certainly looks small." Tights felt that her mother's comment was different from what she had meant.
"Because the Saiyan growth curve is different from that of humans," Yamiru reminded from the side, "Didn't Jaco mention before that Saiyans only have childhood, young adulthood, and a brief old age? The youth stage is actually quite short. Even though Raditz is about the same age as Bulma, his body hasn't entered the rapid development stage yet!"
He thought to himself, "It's a pity I can't sense ki right now, otherwise, I could check Raditz's current battle power."
Over there...
"You're my mother, Gine?" Raditz quickly furrowed his brow and denied with a cold expression, "That's impossible. My parents died in the accident eight years ago! Who are you? Dare to attack a Saiyan combat team under Freeza's army? Do you not want to live?"
Saying that, he disregarded everything and launched two energy waves from his hands toward the people in the courtyard below.
So stubborn! Yamiru frowned, and at that moment, activated his Golden Veil.
"Ah!" Bulma and the others exclaimed. Raditz's outburst was too sudden, but just as their cries began, the two energy waves Raditz threw were intercepted by two figures.
One was, naturally, Gine. Though she didn't enjoy fighting, she still had basic combat strength. After living on Earth for several years, her S-cells had long surpassed those of other Saiyans, even surpassing Bardock's. If Gine had enough foundational combat strength, she could easily transform into a Super Saiyan. However, this wasn't something she could force. Still, intercepting the energy waves Raditz casually launched was more than enough.
Gine appeared in mid-air and extinguished one of the energy waves in her hand, causing a puff of smoke to rise.
"You've gone too far! Raditz," Gine frowned.
On the other side, intercepting the other energy wave was Yamiru. He struggled mightily to catch the energy wave Raditz had thrown. As his hands made contact, they turned bright red, emitting sizzling sounds like meat on a grill. Yamiru focused intently, channeling all his strength and adjusting his arms and hands just right. Eventually, he could no longer hold it, so he used a deft move to send the uncontrollable energy wave flying into the sky.
"Ha!" He exhaled deeply, repeatedly patting his burnt palms, "So hot, so hot~"
Raditz was startled, not having expected his energy waves to be so easily stopped without a power level detector. He was a bit surprised. But just then, a loud, authoritative voice echoed from behind:
"Your wish has been granted, so… goodbye…"
What was that? Raditz turned around in the air and was stunned to see a tall figure, expressionless, looking down at him.
The light from the dragon made it hard for Raditz to see the person's dark-colored face, but the golden hair and cold green eyes caused a strong sense of pressure.
The pressure was so intense that, upon seeing the figure for the first time, Raditz couldn't even think of fleeing.
"Raditz…" the man with golden hair and green eyes spoke.
"Ah!!" Raditz suddenly snapped, perhaps from a bottomless fear, and threw a punch directly at the terrifying figure's face.
But alas, his small fist struck the man's face, and the man didn't even move an inch. After a moment of silence, he merely stared.
"Ugh!" Raditz's head was drenched in sweat, and in a panic, he continued throwing punches and kicking, shouting, "Damn it, damn it, damn it..."
Crackling, crackling, the blonde man raised a finger and calmly blocked all the attacks from the Saiyan boy, one by one.
Finally, with a light flick of his finger, a powerful whirlwind was generated from just the action of the snap, sending Raditz crashing backward in the air.
"Such good feelings!" Yamiru rubbed his slightly scratched hands.
"You call that 'good feelings'?" Tights rolled her eyes at him, then leaned in and grabbed his hand, looking at him. "Does it hurt?"
The blonde-haired, blue-eyed Bardock hovered over Raditz, who was now panicking uncontrollably.
Crack, crack, Raditz could not stop trembling. "Y-you, y-you..." His body was soon covered in fine sweat, and even his tail drooped weakly.
Bardock's body emanated golden flames, his face clearly illuminated. Behind him, the golden light of the Dragon Shenron shone, but from Raditz's perspective, Bardock's figure remained shadowed. It was at this moment that Raditz saw clearly and was shocked, his eyes widening.
Is this my father?
No, wait, my dad's hairstyle isn't like this!
"Apologize to your mother," Bardock said, grabbing Raditz by the collar like a chicken, "and also to Yamiru and everyone else."
Damn it! Let go of me!
Raditz roared in his heart, but in reality, he was trembling uncontrollably in Bardock's grip, too scared to move, and was dragged in front of Gine and the others.
Of course, he was still completely naked.
But Raditz didn't care about that at all. As a Saiyan, or rather, an uncultured brute and a ruthless killer, he had no sense of shame.
"Who are you people?" Raditz, knowing it was pointless to fight, unwillingly asked, "Stop joking around. A Saiyan's hair never changes. You're not my father!"
Gine sighed lightly, knowing that there was a lot more to explain to Raditz.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Brief had already had a machine servant bring over a set of clean clothes. Since they didn't have anything for a boy of Raditz's age, she grabbed an outfit that Bulma hadn't worn in years, a more neutral style, for Raditz to wear temporarily. Raditz didn't even notice as he was dressed by Gine under Bardock's watchful eye.
"I say, Dorag, now that the wish is granted, maybe you should be done watching the excitement?" Yamiru glanced at the Shenron in the yard, who, after granting the wish, was still lazily hanging around. The inefficiency was annoying.
"…" Shenron's movements quickened. The seven Dragon Balls flew into the air, scattering in all directions. At this point, Bardock, moving at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, intercepted the four-star Dragon Ball before it even began to scatter. Dorag, behind Shenron, remained silent and pretended not to notice. After all, these people were constantly up to some tricky business; out of sight, out of mind. He let the Dragon Balls scatter and left the spell, standing up from the Dragon Realm's star ring, exhausted and in need of a walk.
This needs to be returned to Son Gohan. Bardock held the now white stone four-star Dragon Ball.
Over here, Raditz, still listening to Gine's explanations, kept sucking in cold air, his teeth nearly aching, but his mind was still in shock.
This is the trash planet Kakarot was sent to?
These people… actually brought my parents back to life?
What's even crazier is… My father is actually a legendary Super Saiyan now???
Meanwhile, Yamiru, with his Fire Eye and Golden Eye, watched the smaller Raditz. After not using it for so long, he almost forgot that his Golden Veil and Golden Gaze had the ability to observe others' ki shapes. Although he couldn't currently sense Raditz's power, he could still see with his eyes…
"Well, it's not like he's that strong," Yamiru thought. "He's weaker than Aunt Gine. Probably hasn't hit his development stage yet." He mused. "This is the founder of the famous historical joke about the 'weakest warrior'—should I give it a try and see how strong he really is?"