Radditz's Date

Part 1

"Okay, let's try this over again.....what's your name?" Goku asked, hovering over a sheet of paper, and reading off of another, pen poised to write.

"You know my name, idiot."

"Oh, kay.......," Goku bent over the paper and started writing, he looked up and asked, "How do you spell your name?"

" I can't believe I'm doing this," Goku almost opened his mouth to repeat his question, but was interupted with the answer, "R-A-D-D-I-T-Z. Radditz."

".....I.....T.....Z. Got it. Kay, now what's your height?" Goku moved on to the next question on the list.

"How am I supposed to know?" Radditz said sharply, "I have never measured myself in my life."

"Hmmmm," Goku tapped his chin with the back of his pen, "I'll just put 'tall'."

"Fine," Radditz said, looking down at the strange clothes he was wearing. He had been convinced to abandon his old armor and try some more 'comfortable clothes' like jeans and a T-shirt. So far, however, they proved to be restraining and bulky. The way they flapped in the wind was annoying, too. He had refused to abandon his boots.

"I suppose the same goes for your weight, huh?" Goku said, not really a question.

"Right."

Goku sighed and said, "Guess I'll just put 'muscular.'"

"You do that," Radditz mumbled.

"RRRRrrrrrright.....Okay, hair color 'black' right?" Goku continued down the list of questions.

"No, it's bright BLUE!" Radditz said all too sarcastically.

"Okay, jeez!" Goku wrote this on the paper also, "I won't even bother asking about the eyes."

Radditz just figited with his T-shirt. He was in a bad mood and REALLY didn't want to be doing this, "Is that all? I want to get out of this rediculouse outfit."

"Two more questions," Goku chewed on the pen a little, thought for a second, then added, "Then we'll go into my house for something to eat. Chichi made lamb chops."

Radditz smiled.

"Alright, second to last question," Goku looked back to the list, "What do you do for a living?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"For a job. What you do for money."

"Ah," Radditz considered for an instant, then said, "I kill people."

"Eh?" Goku hesitated to write that down.

"I kill off planets to sell. That's how I make money."

"Mmmm, I can't put that.....how about destruction worker."

Radditz raised an eyebrow.

"Ya know," Goku said grinning, "As apposed to a CONstruction worker?"

"I like it," Radditz said, thinking the word made his line of work sound proffessional.

"Last question," Goku hurried along, mind on lamb chops, "What do you do in your free time?"

Radditz opened his mouth to answer, but Goku interupted by saying, "With exception to killing people." Radditz closed his mouth.

"I......fight, and have started training......," Radditz tried to think what DOES he do with all his free time.

"Training......Excercize!! Arobics and stuff!!" Goku scribbled down these words then stood up.

"That it?" Radditz asked, also standing up.

"Yep," Goku crumpled up the question sheet and reduced it to atoms. The answer sheet he had been working on, he carefully folded up and put in an envelope. He wrote down a few things on the envelope, stamped it, licked it, sealed it, and headed for the door.

"So what happens now?" Radditz asked, tugging once more on his T-shirt before finding he could stick his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

"Well, it should appear in the personal adds of the newspaper tomarrow morning, then you just sit back and wait for the calls to pour in," Goku said as he and Radditz left the cramped little capsule house that was presently located in the Son back yard.

"I still can't believe I'm doing this," Radditz said, rubbing his forehead.

The two Saiyans went into the Son house to eat.

(A/N: This is the first time I add a new character, so I trust you'll forgive me if I'm not that good at character development the first couple of times around.)

Dayna leafed through the Personal adds in the newspaper. She had been searching for days to find the right guy, but as of now she had only met fat, ugly, mean, rude, or violent jerks. It just wasn't working!!

Dayna sighed.

"What'cha looin' for this time?" Dayna's friend Chalsee asked, leaning over her shoulder to see what she had.

"Nothing," Dayna quickly tried to whip the paper out of sight, but was too slow.

"Nuthin' huh?" Chalsee asked after she snagged the paper from Dayna's hands then noticed one of the entries had been circled in red pen, "This looks like something to me!"

"It's not!" Dayna snatched the paper back and flatened it out on her lap. Chalsee leaned over her shoulder and started to read the circled article in the Personals.

"What sort of a name is 'Radditz'?" she asked, pointing to the name of the entry.

"Don't know, might be forign," Dayna nibbled on her thumb nail, "Wouldn't it be neat to date a guy from some far away land?"

"Mm, hm," Chalsee said distractedly as she continued reading, "I don't think you should trust this guy."

"Why?" Dayna looked up from her day dream of some buff guy with a French accent.

"He doesn't even put his height or weight! Look, he just puts 'tall' and 'muscular' !"

"Oh, you know guys. They either obsess with their size, or just don't care enough to check it. I think it's a plus thing that he's not even self-obsorbed enough to bother putting anything down."

"Not self-obsorbed? He put MUSCULAR! That must mean this guy has a boosted ego."

"Your paranoid," Dayna shook her head, "You trust men even less than I do!"

"Well what the heck does 'DESTRUCTION worker' mean?" Chalsee ignored Dayna's comment.

"I don't know!" Dayna said loudly.

"I wouldn't trust this guy with my life! He's way too secretive!"

"It's alright, I don't plan on even letting this guy in my house," Dayna soothed her friend, "I'm always careful, you know that."

"Yeah......I know," Chalsee said nodding.

"And if it makes ya feel any better," Dayna gave a joking smile, "If this one doesn't work out, you and me are off to the Bahama's with a hundred muscular male prostitutes! We can bask in the sun all day and enjoy watching them run around and-"

"Don't get excited," Chalsee said and patted Dayna on the head, then drawing her attenion back to the article, "Black hair and eyes? He won't match you at all, Red."

"Don't call me Red!" Dayna said, pouting.

"Heh. Red," Chalsee said grinning, then esclaimed, "Ooo! He likes working out! Maybe he'll go to the gym with us sometime!"

"Assuming I like him at all," Dayna said, grinning at the thought of a buff black haired knight rescuing her from sudden impending doom. She started to drool.

"Girl, you really DO need a guy don'cha?" Chalsee asked, but was ignored as Dayna contined to daydream of handsome tall who (though she didn't know what one was) were destruction workers.

Radditz was sitting on his bed, watching the phone intently. He had been told that he might not get calls right away, but he had nothing better to do. The stupid questionare had brought to light that he hadn't the fainest what he did with his time. Since then, he had noted every activity he did and was surprised that he did very little with his time.

He straightened the T-shirt he was wearing. The seams in the shoulders were beginging to bother him again. His head hurt. He had been told by everyone that he should keep his hair back in a ponytail so that his incredible hair wouldn't get in the way so much. Indeed, the ponytail did keep his hair from going everywhere, but it always hurt a little if he wore it too long, though the pain seemed to be decreasing.

He thought maybe he should get up and go outside for a jog, he liked the excercize, and was daily going through a good 300 mile stretch each day. He paused and looked at the phone once more. As though on cue, the phone rang.

Radditz went to answer it in the fasion he had always answered transmissions on his scouter from weaker beings.

"What do you want!?"

"Ummm......Is .....uh......Radditz there?" a startled female voice said on the other line.

"I'm Radditz, what do yo want?" he asked hesitantly for him, though it would sound gruff to anyone else's ears.

"Ho, kay. Right...uh, I read your article in the paper and-"

"The article, right," Radditz found himself blush but mentally kicked himself for it.

"Yes, the article. I read it in the paper and-"

"You already said that."

"Rrrrrr.....I READ YOU ARTICLE IN THE PAPER AND WONDERED IF YOU WANTED TO GO OUT TONIGHT, YOU BIG STUPID JERK!!!!!"

Radditz stared at the phone, rather surprised. He couldn't find his voice so there was a moment of phone silence.

"So......you wanna?" the female voice asked, back to the shy hesitant voice it had stared with originally.

"Uh....," Radditz said, coming out of his trance like state, "Um, sure."

"Great, I'll pick you up at six."

*click* she hung up.

"What.......just happened?" Radditz asked the silence around him.

He didn't get an answer, though he began to see that whatever Earth females lacked in numbers on the scouter, they made up for in personality.

Dayna slammed the phone down on the reciever. Her face was red from yelling.

Behind her, Chalsee started clapping, "You just told that turd, didn't you!"

"Rrrr, quiet," Dayna said emabased at her out burst. She had been practicing what she was going to say for oven an hour, but nothing she had planned came out. She sighed and rubbed her head, "We may as well get those tickets to the Bahamas, cause there no way this is going to work out."

Chalsee looked sadly at her friend for an instant, then grinned, "Maybe he likes pushy violent women! You got him bagged then, Red!"

"Hah hah," Dayna grumbled, then looked up at the clock, "Ah jeez! I gotta get read!"

Dayna scamperd off into her room and locked the door behind her. Chalsee sighed and sat on the couch to watch the tube.

When she emerged, she was in a cute pink and purple suite type of get up with a short skirt and a matching purse. She stumbled on the high heels she was wearing.

Chalsee caught her as she started to fall, "Jeez! Haven't you ever worn heels before?!"

"Rrr...," Dayna grumbled, and made it to her door with out stumbling further. She looked back at her apartment one more time, as though she would never see it again.

"It'll be okay!" Chalsee said reassuringly.

Dayna nodded and headed out the door. Once outside, she tugged her nice blouse into allignment, patted her hair, and straightened her back. She forced herself to walk proudly to her old beat up macaroni-and-cheese colored car (she couldn't even afford a capsulecar) and was off to meet her date.

Radditz stood in the Son house, looking more embarresed than he had ever felt.

"YOU got a date?" Gohan asked with a laugh. He had been coming over more and more to train with his father (especially since Vegita was still steamed about the whole half-the-house-blown-to-bits-and-the-place-of-food-totalled-by-two-sugar-crazy-kids-though-his-fault thing and Gohan had to get stronger to survive trips to the Capsule Corps house.)

"Radditz has got a date?" Chichi lookes up from the meal she was making.

"Grumble," was all Radditz said.

"Hahahaha! How'd ya pull THAT off?" Gohan laughed more. Radditz didn't answer. He didn't want to tell THEM that he had been frightened into agreeing to go on this date by a weak human female.

"He wrote an add in the personals," Goku said, sitting at the table in eager anticipation of the meal Chichi was preparing.

Gohan contined to laugh and Chichi giggled as she professionally stired the soup she was making.

"Is THAT what your going to wear?" Chichi asked when she turned to look at him.

"Why not?" Radditz said uneasily. He was just begining to get used to the T-shirt he was wearing, and the jeans were begining to break in nicely. He didn't like the idea of wearing anything else.

"Well you could at least put all that hair back," Chichi said as she sighed and turned back to the dinner, Radditz heard her mumble, "Poor girl."

"What do you expect me to do with my hair?" Radditz didn't want anything to happen to his hair. He was a unique Saiyan because his hair had continued to grow over time, unlike most Saiyan's hair, which stopped growing after a few years.

"Nothing big," Gohan said calmly, "Just put your hair back in a pony-tail. It'll keep it out of your way, as well as look better." Radditz hesitated, then concented to having his hair tied back.

Every one in the Son house (except Goku, who was still sitting at the table awaiting the food) went in search for something to tie Radditz hair back with. All of Chichi's hair ties were far too small to hold back all of Radditz's thick stubborn hair. Gohan finaly produced a thin rope, and Radditz hair was wraped for about half a foot down from the base of his neck. It looked pretty neat, because right were the wrap ends, Radditz's hair seems to explode out.

*knock* *knock*

"Oh, that's the door!" Chichi said, just as she finished tying Radditz's wild hair, then she said to him, "It's probably your date, you had better go answer it."

Radditz went to answer the door, but Goku called him to the table for a second.

"I don't want anything to happen to that girl when she's with you, got it?" Goku said in that dangerous he assumed so rarely.

"Nothing will happen to her as long as she is in my presence," Radditz said meeing his eyes without hesitation, "I swear."

"If anything happens to her, I will do the same to you," Goku didn't look like he was joking.

Radditz nodded his head. Goku's face brightened, "Good!! Here's some money, considering it's usually proper for the guy to pay on the date. Since you don't have any, you can borrow."

Knock. Knock.

"Now go meet your date," Goku said with a smile, and Radditz went to open the door.

To be continued........