Radditz's Date

Part 2

Truth be told, Dayna didn't have a clue as to what this "Radditz" character even looked like. She had been thinking of perhaps a basket ball player. They were usually tall and muscular and into exercize. Since she didn't know what a "destruction worker" was, she had no reason to think this guy couldn't persue some sport or other in his free time.

She viualized a sleek, tall, to the point type of man who was ready to meet an open heart and to live the rest of his days with his adorable redheaded girl......

She quickly stopped her day dream and looked up at the house she was approaching. He fixed her hair a final time, then knocked on the door. She then waited impatiently for an answer. After a few minutes of no answer, she tried again.

A few seconds passed, then the door opened slowly. All of Dayna's thought vanished as she saw the strangest looking chap she had ever met..........

Radditz didn't really know what or who to expect when he opened the door. He had only really met Kakarot, Vegita and Gohan's mates. He hadn't really ever see anyother Earth females besides the ones he saw milling around in the far off city. He just didn't have any set picure in his mind.

He was, none the less surprised by what he saw. Before him stood a woman, though she could easily be considered a girl due to her size. She was a good five inches shorter than Vegita or Kakarot's wives, and had very tiny thin arms and legs. Most men would find this be a very attractive feature on females.

Radditz, however, was a Saiyan. He like when women were just as strong and tall as him so they would make good sparing partners as well as mates. This woman looked like her power level might be about two. Radditz was sorely dissapointed. At least Bulma and Chichi had firey spirits in which feice veerbal fights had the potential to break out. The small female that stood before him looked as timid as a field mouse, though he reminded himself of the violent explotion she had had on the phone.

Radditz was begining to think humans might not have that good of a control over their emotions.

The most attention grabbing thing about this woman was her hair. It wasn't long. It wasn't worn in any sort of intricate do. It was just incredibly bright shocking red (hence the nick name 'Red' from last part if you didn't catch that.) Radditz had never seen such a shade! True, some Saiyans had redish colored hair for short periods of threir lives, but never this bright and it always dissapeared after a few years (yeah, I'm refering to Vegita's red hair in the begining of DBZ and King Vegita's hair, too.)

The girl/woman fidgeted under Radditz's severe gaze that appeared to be stuck in a permanant glare. Radditz considerd slamming the door in her face right then and there, but apon hearing Kakarots voice in the house behind him, he decided to take his chances with this human than with the wrath of the rightious Kakarot an his son. They would surly be mad if he left her out in their front door way.

"Bye, Radditz!" Kakarot's ever cheerful voice grated on Radditz's nerves and became the final shove to get out the door.

So he did just that. He went out the door without calling out a good-bye nor did he even looking back.

Dayna carefully watched Radditz's every move as he walked out the door. He seemed almost exotic. His incredible hair back in that awesomely large ponytail, the way he carried himself and his very mannerism and stature seemed forign to Dayna.

Not what I expected, Dayna thought to herself, but one look at his ripply muscles and she was surley over her sports figure dream and moving into weight lifter mode.

"My car is this way.....," Dayna said as she led Radditz to her macaroni-and-cheese colored car. She was very embaressed at how shabby it looked, but she hoped Radditz wouldn't notice. He didn't seem to notice, either. He got into the car in an akward way and fumbled with the seatbelt that had gotten wraped around his wrist on his entry.

Dayna stared at him for a second as he tried valiantly to free himself from the attacking seatbelt. She found herself giggling.

"Quit laughing, woman," Radditz growled, "Lets see you enter one of these things any better."

"Okay," Dayna said smugly and opened the car door to the drivers side. She gracefully lowered herself into the seat and looked to Radditz for a reaction. He just scowled at the dash board. Dayna looked back out the windshield, then started the car.

Once again, she tried for conversation, "So.....who was all in your house?"

"Kakarot, his mate and his two brats."

"Kaka......who's Kakarot?" Dayna quirked an eyebrow, "And what's with the term 'mate'?"

"Kakarot is my disgrace of a brother. His mate is that loud female he lives with who yells alot."

Dayna was begining to think that whatever odd country they come from, Radditz people sure knew how to pick odd names. Raddiz......Kakarot........

Radditz stomach gave off the sound of a thunder cloud, causing Dayna worry for a second before she realized what it was.

"Must be hungy, huh?" Dayna tried to smile at him pleasantly. Radditz just continued to scowl, though he did say to her, "C'mon woman, we should get out of here before any of Kakarot's mentally unstable family try to stop us from leaving. I can't tolerate them and their hair-brained antics for another second!"

Dayna laughed and hit the gas, leaving the little Son house in the macaroni-and-cheese colored car's dust.

Radditz watched the strange looking woman's every move. Though she was of slight stature, she seemed to have a sense of self dignity which led Radditz to smuther the thought of just killing her without Kakarot's knowing and just dumping the body in a lake.

They drove for a while in silence with the occasional exception to Radditz's stomach, which protested rather rauchusly at the lack of the hungry Saiyan's food in-take. Each time his stomach sounded the empty warning that could topple even the strongest Saiyan, Dayna found the irrisistable urge to laugh. Radditz failed to see what was so funny about his starvation, so he finally got anoyed enough to ask, "What's so funny?"

Dayna just continued her peals of laughter, and finally answered, "You sound like an atomic bomb going off ever time your tummy growls!"

Radditz hadn't a clue as to how to respond to this answer, so he just looked back out the window on his side, and watched the scenery go by with eyes that saw no beauty in the passing mountains as the sun dissapeared behind them, leaving the sky looking like it were made of gold.

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They pulled into a cheap but roomy restraunt. It had high ceilings and intricatly decorated walls covered in small fake gold flowers. The restraunt in itself was almost a pun on snobby French restraunts, as the waiters all wore those finely made suits and spoke in those French accents that make you want to punch them, though here, the waiters all wore suits that were obvious thrift store finds. And as for the accent, the waiters seemed to forget sometimes they were supposed to even have them, and they spoke Frenchy one minute, then the next they will speak like the average North American.

This concept endlessly baffled Radditz as he and Dayna were shown to their seats where they were presented with silk napkins that had some grease stain in them that couldn't be removed from former parties use of them. The menus in themselves were original, and the meals listed on them did indeed have French foods listed, though they place also sold hamburgers and hotdogs so that the vast majority of diners could be capable even of pronouncing the food they were ordering.

Radditz failed to appreciate the sparling goblets filled with a lesser known wine, nor did he pay heed to the rapidly shrinking candle that flickered now and then as it's wax driped onto the fine table cloth. He merely looked at his menu and tried his best to read the unfamiliar text. He had yet to be taught to read any Earthly writing.

Dayna didn't notice Radditz perplexed expression as she turned to the waiter that stood erect by their table, "I think I'll just have a hot dog."

"Ah, zo good, madam," can the Frenchy reply, "Von hot dog for ze little lady. And for ew, misuer?"

Radditz looked severly at the waiter, causing him to flinch. Satisfied that this other man feared him and was here only to do his bidding, Radditz gave one more hopeless glance to the menu then said, "I'll.....just have what she's having."

"Ver-eee good, sir," the waiter wrote the orders down on his notebook, and made off with their menus. The two people sat at their table in an akward silence that seemed to follow them for a while. Finally, unable to restrain his curiosity, Radditz asked, "What is a hotdog?"

Dayna looked at him to see if he was joking. She tried to remind herself that he was probably forign and wherever he was from didn't have hot dogs.

"Hot dogs are a type of meat," Dayna was about to add what kind of meat hot dogs were made of, but found she didn't know. Not wanting him to ask anyway, she swiftly tried to change the subject, "So, where are you from?"

"Eh?" Radditz was still thinking of the odd concept of the name 'hot dog' so he didn't fully understand the question.

"Where are you from? Where have you been spending you life these past couple of years?" Dayna repeated.

"For the past couple of years I've been in hell."

"Oh, so have I!" Dayna sympathised. Her life had been a wreck recently.

"But before I went to hell, I lived on Vegita. That's were I was born."

"Vegita?" Dayna had never heard of the place, though she guessed it to be some small island off of Asia or something, "So....are you a Vegitan?"

Radditz found this funny, though no one would know as he only cracked a smile, "No, I am a Saiyan."

"Oh, neato! Saiyan is a cool sounding name!" (this author humbly agrees.)

"Yes, but there are few-" Radditz was about to tell her that only five Saiyans were left alive, when he was interupted by a big man with brown hair that had come barging through the door of the rediculous French restraunt.

"DAYNA!!" the great beast of a man boomed and stormed his way over to the table Dayna and Radditz were currently occupying

"Eep!" Dayna exclaimed, jumping in her seat, "Brad!"

"YOU WENT WITH ANOTHER GUY, DIDN'T YOU?!!" Brad ignored Radditz, who sat in a bored manner at the table, legs crossed, head resting on his arms which sat on the table.

"No! Well....yes! Brad, I dumped you a long time ago!" Dayna tried to match tones with the hulking giant, though it wasn't quit working, "I'm not your girl, NOW STAY OUTA MY LIFE!!"

"Wench!" the preposterously sized man bellowed (since this author doesn't care that much for swearing) and he raised a hand as though to strike her.

Dayna flinched and raised her arms to cover her face.

She waited to feel the blow that had caused her to abandon her fling with this man.

Nothing happened.

Dayna raised her head from the protection of her arms and saw an amazing sight. Before her stood Radditz. In Radditz's raised hand, he held Brad's clenched fist that had been ment to strike Dayna. Though Brad's face was sweat drenched, and his arm trembling to break free from the slightly shorter man's grip, Radditz showed no sign of strain.

Radditz had not stood up to protect the woman. He was more thinking of the threat Kakarot had made to him if Dayna came to any harm. The actions of the mammoth man showed he had every intention of harming her and since Radditz didn't want to be harmed by Kakarot later, he felt he had to protect the weak and helpless Dayna as long as she was within his presence.

Dayna, however, only saw that Radditz had stopped the impending blow, thus making her feel certain that Radditz must really like her and just wasn't good at showing his feelings. To her, he was her savior. Like a bronzen god, decended from some strange unheard of land to protect her from her mistakes in life.

Radditz unwraped his tail from around his waist and waved it threateningly. The intricate curves and twists made by his tail were like Saiyan sign language that, to a Saiyan, would have easily been noticed as saying "Back off."

Brad, however, was no Saiyan. He only saw a lashing tail. A trait that was different than that of the likes he had never seen before. And using his minute brain, he had reasoned for all of his life that anything different was something to make fun of.

"What's with the tail, freak?" Brad snarled as Radditz finally released his smarting fist.

Radditz gave him a cold stare, then turned to sit back down.

"Hey, you ignoring me?!" Brad pushed, wanting to get his rival mad, as his own anger grew, "You stupid MONKEY! THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE! A FREAKISH, BRAINLESS GOOD FOR NOTHING MONKEY!"

Something on Radditz's face twitched. A single vein pulsed it's way into view as Radditz slowly turned to reface Brad, "What.....did.....you.....call.....me?"

"I called you a MONKEY! An ape. A worthless chimp with a stupid tail. I shoudn't have even expected you to show brains. You can't expect much from a mere monkey after all."

Radditz seemed to suddenly be having a troubled time keeping his hands from shaking with rage.

To be continued.............