Far away from civilization, a lone man with very long black hair stood in front of a spacepod that housed his brother's son. He could tell from his previous metting with Kakkarot that he posed no threat. Not to mention the Namekian he met on his way to his brother's location. Yes, he knew this was a waste of his time, but the Saiyan blood coursing through his veins anticipated that battle that was soon to come.

"Where is he?" Raditz said to himself. "Isn't his son's life valuable to him?" Seconds later his scouter came to life. "Ah, looks like the Namekian is with him too." In the sky he could see two white aura's approaching fast. It didn't take them long before they were standing across from him, staring him down as if that would vaporize him.

"I'm here for my son!" the pointy haired warrior said, balling his hands into fists.

"Do you really want to do this the hardway, brother?"

"Release my son and leave this planet!"

"You'll have to kill me to achieve either of those demands."

"Ha ha, that won't be a problem." Piccolo said, removing his weighted clothing and throwing them on the ground to his right. "We'll have to work as one to defeat him, Goku."

"Right." he responded, lifting his weighted shirt over his head, letting it fall to the ground beside him with a thud.

"Weighted clothing....interesting." the long haired saiyan thought.

They rushed Raditz throwing a flurry of punches and kicks. Laughing, he swayed side to side avoiding their attacks with relative ease. Goku managed to jump over him, landing a knee into his back. The Namekian lunged up from the ground, slamming his fist up under Raditz's chin. Raditz's head didn't even move an inch. Rearing his arm back he rammed his elbow back into Goku's stomach and brought his arm forward to release a ki blast directly into Piccolo's chest.

Goku staggered backwards clutching his stomach, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. Piccolo was sent skidding across the ground from the power behind the ki blast, sheer agony surged throughout his entire body. The long haired warrior stood tall, smiling at his downed foes. "There is no way you'll win this contest."

Piccolo sat up slowly, forcing his body back up to a standing base. He placed two fingers on his forehead and sparks of electricity could be seen, showing that he was gathering energy for some sort of attack. "You may be strong but let's see you dodge this!" His purple aura slowly swirled up from the ground to surround him.

Goku could tell that his ribs were shattered from that one blow from his brother, but he pushed the pain to the back of his mind and brought his arms back and to his side. A ball of light grew in between his hands, glowing with the intensity of his soul. "Ka....me....ha....me....." He paused charging his attack to it's absolute maximum.

"You really think that you'll be able to defeat me with your worhless attacks?" he scowled. "I'm not that easy to rid." He let his arms hang lax at his sides awaiting their impending attacks.

"We'll just have to see about that." the Namekian growled. "Special Beam....Cannon!" He threw his arm forward with his middle and pointer finger extended pointing at it's target. A spiraling beam of yellow energy shot from his fingers, racing toward Raditz at a rapid pace. Piccolo had one intention on his mind when he released the beam. To pierce his black heart.

"Ha!!!" the earthbound Saiyan screamed, launching a huge blue wave of energy aimed for Raditz's unprotected back. The powerful Saiyan let a small smirk play across his face, waiting for the oppritune time. Just when Piccolo thought the Special Beam Cannon was going to make contact the Saiyan flew into the sky to avoid the attack, letting it go through Goku's Kamehameha Wave and pierce him through his shoulder, disabling the use of his left arm. From his place in the sky, he launched three energy beams down at the injured Goku, each of them slamming him furhter into the ground. When Piccolo lifted his head to look up at Raditz he was already upon him kicking him on the side of his head. His head snapped to the side, only to meet Raditz's incoming fist and then be on the recieving end of an uppercut that sprawled him to the ground.

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Akuma watched from his place on a boulder far away form the battle. His eyes never left the battle, the murderous intent within him gave him the gift to not allow anyone to sense his presence until it was too late. If there was one thing that even a man as evil as he couldn't stand it was the kidnapping of children. He couldn't stomach warriors that had no honor and that act held no honor whatsoever. "I'll be the one to send him to Hell." He laughed as he watched Raditz kick the spikey haired warrior up into the sky and hammerblow him back down to the ground.

He uncrossed his legs, hopping from the boulder and walking methodically towards the battle. His aura resonating close to his body. His eyes gleaming sadistically the lust for blood taking over. The kanji symbol for heaven burning through the back of his black gi top. "Time to cut in...."
 
 

Chapter 2

The sun shone brillantly upon Master Roshi's house, that sat on a tiny island in the middle of nowhere. On any given day you'd find him outside lounging on a chair with a 'girly' magazine, but after the confrontation with Raditz he, Bulma, Krillen and Oolong were inside the small house. All of them were sitting around the table in the living room in front of the tv. Master Roshi, Krillen and Oolong were drinking beer while Bulma drank soda from a can.

"I don't know if they can beat this guy." Master Roshi said, sitting his beer down.

"Yeah. That Raditz gave me the creeps." the former monk said, shivering at the thought.

"You're a @#%$, Krillen!" Oolong exclaimed.

"You've got that right." Bulma and Master Roshi chimed in at the same time.

Krillen didn't try to retaliate, instead he just hung his head in shame. "I hope Goku will be alright." she said with a look of worry.

"This Raditz guy isn't the only person with evil intentions on the battlefield." Roshi stated, taking another swig from his mug. Everyone gathered around the table stared at him.

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"Ha ha!!!" Raditz's laughter echoed in the minds of his opponents. Ducking under a right hook from the green man, backflipping away before getting kicked by the earthbound Saiyan's foot. Righting himself he swatted two incoming ki blasts away. Waving a dissappointed finger, "are you two trying or should I just kill the kid now?"

"Don't you dare!" the spikey haired warrior roared, flying at his adversary with renewed vigor. All of his attempts at hitting Raditz went in vain only hitting air. Putting all of his power behind his fist, it sailed into the side of the long haired Saiyan's jaw.

Raditz's head moved ever-so-slightly, that signature smirk plastered on his face. That was short lived, slamming his fist into Goku's stomach. "Enough!" he yelled, releasing a ki wave so powerful it disintegrated Goku's shirt on contact. Goku's body flew back, landing at Piccolo's feet. "....your turn."

Growling he raced toward Raditz, jumping into the sky he launched a ki blast down at him. Lifting his hand, swatting the attack back to its owner and taking to the sky. Piccolo managed to avoid the ki blast, but he wasn't ready for the kick to his face. Blood flew from his nostrils as he went end over end backwards. He caught up to him quickly, bringing his hands up above his head and then bringing them down on the Namekian's back, sending him crashing to the ground.

"Even with your son's life on the line," Raditz descended to the ground, "you still aren't putting up much of a fight." Landing next to Goku's prone body and placing a booted foot on his chest. Applying pressure to his chest, hearing the bones beneath shatter. "You should've joined me brother!" he said, emphasizing each word by adding even more pressure.

Everytime Raditz added more pressure on his chest it was that much harder for him to breath. Blood flew from his mouth as he gasped for air and the sound of him gurgling on his blood was like music to his older brother's ears. He fought against the darkness, but he knew it would claim him soon.

"The very sight of you sickens me, brother." he said, bringing his foot down on Goku's head. Right as he was about to end the young Saiyan's life his scouter came to life. "What the..." Gohan shot through the roof of the spacepod, landing on the ground in front. "How can he have that much power?"

"Leave...my....daddy...ALONE!!!" tears were streaming down his cheeks, dripping from his chin to land on the ground.

"Okay, little boy. I'll leave your dad alone." chuckling, he lifts his foot and the sickening sound of Goku's skull crunching echoed throughout the valley. The long haired warrior saw the boys energy spike on his scouter. He flew at Raditz, his energy surrounding him. Before he reached him, the powerful warrior jumped over him, elbowing him on the back and kicking him towards the ruined spacepod.

A man with crimson red hair that stood atop his head and matching red eyes caught the boy using one hand. Shifting his eyes he looked at Gohan, not even bothering to look at Raditz. His black gi ruffled in the breeze against his bulging muscles. "Pathetic..." letting his voice trail off, "attacking a kid." He dropped Gohan's limp body on the ground next to him. "Your fights with me now."

"Really?!"

Akuma took a low stance, his aura flaring up around him. Seeing the look of fear in the long haired Saiyan's eyes as his energy grew was priceless. "Scared?" His demonic laughter setting the tone for the battle ahead.
 

Somewhere in the mountains, two warriors were sparring vigorously. One was bald with tree eyes and the other has long hair and a scar along his cheek. They were exchanging blows until an unfamiliar energy was felt. Both fighters looked in the direction of the energy. Looking at eachother, they nodded and took to the sky.

"It's faint, but I can still sense Piccolo." Tien said gravely. "Whoever they were fighting is still at his maximum."

Yamcha glanced over at the triclops, "but where's Goku? I can't sense him anymore."

"He may be dead, Yamcha." Growling under his breath. "What bothers me is this other evil energy that suddenly appeared there."

Without saying another word they flew the rest of the way in silence. Putting more energy out, they flew faster towards the unknown power.

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Akuma shot forward, throwing a flurry of punches. Raditz ducked under one, swayed back from another and was caught by a rising uppercut. Using his momentum he did a backflip, landing a foot under the demon's chin. Akuma staggered back forming a ball of chi in his hand and throwing it at the long haired fighter. Raditz slapped the ball of energy into the sky, clutching at his hand as pain shot up his arm.

"Arrgh!" shooting forward, he slammed his fist into the red eyed warrior's stomach, hopping up to knee him on the side of the head and launch a powerful energy wave into his chest. Akuma went skipping across the ground like a rock on water, finally crashing into a boulder. "You're nothing compared to me!" When the dust cloud settled, his eyes nearly bucked out of their sockets as Akuma stood there with his arms folded, spitting blood onto the ground next to him.

"It's been a long time since I've seen my own blood." he laughed.

Raditz took a step back as a chill ran up his spine. Akuma faded from view, reappearing in front of him spinning in the air like a tornado. "Tatsumaki Senpuu Kikku!!" Kick after kick assaulted his fram, cracking his chest armor. He could feel that his ribs were bruising badly. The Massatsu master landed on his feet, noticing that Raditz's breathing was coming in ragid gasps. "Dissappear! Your weakness sickens me!" Turning his back he walked away.

"@#%$ you!" Running at Akuma's unprotected back, he lashed out with a punch. Moving his head to the side, he let the fist sail over his shoulder. Gripping onto his wrist, slamming his head back into Raditz's nose and feeling it give way underneath. The once powerful Saiyan was about to blackout from the pain, but the new pain shooting up his back from being thrown into the ground kept him wide awake.

"Pitiful..."

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In a helicopter designed by her and her father, Master Roshi and Krillen sat in the passenger seats as Bulma piloted. Roshi stared dead ahead at the back of Krillen's headrest through his sunglasses, concentrating on the battle between Raditz and this unknown force. Krillen stared out the window, watching the scenery pass below. Bulma's voice bringing him back to reality.

"Do you think he's alright, you guys?"

"Its not looking good, Bulma." he said turning to face her. "If I can't sense him..."

"How can you say that?"

"I'm afraid Krillen's right." the turtle hermit added. "Goku wasn't prepared for this battle. It's all up to this other warrior now."

The beautiful scientist knew that it was true. Staring blankly ahead she thought of all the battles that Goku has been in and each time found a way to rise above the challenge. This time, however, was different. The cards were stacked heavily against him. "Goku..."