Radditz's Date

Part 3

Brad stood before the seething Radditz, fully unaware he had just said the biggest insult that could ever have graced the fine ears of any Saiyan warrior. The derogitory term 'monkey' had plagued the Saiyans with a particular sting since the evil tyrant Frieza begun to call them that. Taunts grew, and so did the indignation of the noble and prideful Saiyans, from the higher monarchy down to the lowliest soldier.

However, in the past, the beings slashing with these sharp toungs always had the advantage of power over the Saiyans. The Saiyans could do nothing but grit and take it.

Ah! But here, joy of joys, Radditz found the blood of his mighty race pump faster in his veins! He didn't need his scouter to guess at this fellows puny power level, even if he weren't starting to learn to sence chi.

Radditz started to get the hunter's high as he took in the one attacking him with such racial slang, now eager to kill. The brute of a man stood a good head taller than Radditz. But in the world of true power, size ment nothing. The man's fighting stance, which he had assumed the moment Radditz had turned to face him, was so full of holes that probably all of Frieza's army could have walked through it, shoulder to shoulder. Radditz looked for the right place to attack first. True, Radditz knew he couldn't kill this man, unless he wanted to face the wrath of Kakarot, but, oh. Revenge didn't always involve death, and was always sweet to a true Saiyan.

Oh, woe to Brad! Had he but known what he was dealing with, he would have taken to the fastest flight! For, in his heart of hearts, Brad was a coward, as were most bullies. They fear being thought weak, so they retaliate with violence aimed at the people smaller and weaker than them selves. (this author had no respect for bullies. They should all be shot, skinned and hung over the mantle.)

Brad, grown tired of waiting for the shorter man to make the first move, tried out a good punch to Radditz's gut. Had it been a human in his place, the poor bloke would suffer from bruised ribs and ruptured intestines. As it was, however, Radditz scarcly acknowledged the attempted blow with a back-handed snap of the wrist.

This was all it took to snap a few bones in Brad's fist.

"Yeahhhhh!" Brad cradled his rudely smarting hand and backed slowly away from Radditz, who's placid Saiyan face was far more unnerving than blind rage ever would be, the only sign of emotion being the vein pulsing on his fine brow and the cruel gleam in his eyes.

Those eyes, oh those eyes. Their passive look betrayed the down slope of his eyebrows, which had a few permanant wrinkles between due to a constant knitted brow.

Before Brad could scarsly realize what was going on, Radditz unwound out his extremely long tail. (A/N: If ya look carefully in the show, you'll see that Radditz's tail is REAL long. Longer than any of the other Saiyans I have ever seen. No, I don't have the spar time to look at Saiyan's tails all day. I have school and everything, but OH, do I ever make the time for this. I have a real thing for Saiyan tails....*drool*)

Radditz, faster than Dayna or Brad's eyes could follow, whipped his tail out and hooked it behind Brad's ankle.

"Woah!!" Brad yelped as Radditz's tail tugged with super human strength, tossing out his feet and sending him falling to the ground in slow motion. Befor he hit the ground, however, Radditz jerked up in his tail, lifting up Brad's whole weight, leaving him dangling upsidedown by his ankle, suspended solely by Radditz's long, sinewy tail.

Dayna looked on in absolute surprise. It looked rather unproportional that such a thin appendage as Radditz's tail (which Dayna hadn't noticed till now) could be able to hold such a huge bulk as Brad off of the ground. Yet here, before her, she saw the impossible, and she felt herself feel absolutly honored that Radditz would go through such lengths to protect her.

As Brad dangled, stunned and not unlike hanging meat, various odds and end fell from his pockets as his wallet, car keys, a 20% off coupon for Rice-a-roni with any purchase of a Hamburger helper at the local Hy-vee, 27 cents in pennies and nickels, and an under-used box of Altoids.

Radditz made a "tch" sound, and with a twitch of his tail, Brad was airborn. Oh, but that still stunned body of an overly violent bully wasn't lucky enough to be stopped by the walls of the restraunt. No, poor Brad was hurled THROUGH the wall, across the street, and right through the display window of a M.A.D.D. (Mothers Agenst Drunk Driving) building, where a bunch of concerned old bitties were complaining about how unsafe it was for children to be around cars. Whether the cars moving or not."

They didn't even notice Brad, laying broken and in obvious pain, as their heated discussion had raised their volume to smother out Brad's pitiful whimpers.

Dayna nor Radditz ever heard from Brad again, though it was rumored that he had developed amnesia and was brain washed into picket protesting any alcoholic substances to the end of his days, and he never hurt a soul again.

The whole of the flaky French restraunt was in complete silence. Every face in the place was turned to face Radditz and Dayna. Radditz was oblivious to their stares, though Dayna was squirming uncomfortably.

The waiter came out presantly with two hot dogs. Dayna said a quiet thank you as she was handed hers. Radditz, however, showed NO gratitude.

"WHAT THE HECK IS THIS!?" Radditz asked, holding the hotdog up before the poor imitation French waiter's face.

"Uh...it's a hot....d....duh...dog...," the man stuttered, forgetting he was French again and adopting an average American accent.

"THIS IS NO BIGGER THAN MY FINGER!! HOW DO YOU EXPECT THIS TO FILL ME? THIS ISN'T EVEN AN APPATIZER!"

"But...but...sir! Please! We can....bring you more! Please!" the little man's nerves were shot.

"Your right," Radditz said dangerously, "I COULD eat more. You look like your pretty plump. Bring my a meal the size of you. If you don't, then YOUR my dinner," Radditz licked his lips in a creepy Saiyan way.

"THAT'S CANNIBALISM!" the Frenchy said descusted.

"No," Radditz said, eye to eye with the waither even though he was sitting and the waiter was standing, "Cannibalism is eating your own kind. I have never eaten a fellow Saiyan, nor do I plan to. You are a human. You are inferior. You are meat."

The throughly disturbed waiter just nodded and ran into the kitchen. Little did Radditz know that the little man ran straight out the back door, hopped into his car, and drove off into the sunset to become a hermit that met strangers with a shot gun.

"That wasn't necessary!" Dayna said, suddenly frightened of Radditz. In fact, the only reason she didn't leave him on the spot was that he had just saved her from Brad moments earlier.

"Shaddap, woman. You seem to be nothin but trouble!" Radditz snapped, "I could be home now eating Kakarot's mate's food! She makes the propper amount to feed a Saiyan!"

Dayna looked angrily at Radditz and asked loudly, "Then why the hell did you come?! It we humans are 'inferior' than why did you even put that stupid add in the paper?!"

Radditz opened his mouth to say something, but for some reason couldn't find his tounge.

"Well, if your just going to ignor me, then GOOD BYE!!" and with that, Dayna left the restraunt and stormed out into the parking lot. Radditz stood where he was for a second, still wondering how he could answer the question.

Why did he put that stupid add in the paper?

Radditz walked out the door, following Dayna.

Dayna walked in a huff. It was getting cold out, and she wished she had worn pants. Her skirt was too short and she was freezing.

"What do you want, now?" she asked. She didn't bother to turn around. For some reason she already knew Radditz was following close behind her.

"I don't know how to answer."

"Don't know what you want?" Dayna turned around and Radditz noticed her bottom lip was trembling, though he ignored it and looked into her eyes.

"No. Why I put the add in the paper. I don't know how to say it."

Dayna looked back into his black, impenetrable eyes. Those eyes that had seen more people die than she could count. He was no sentamentalist. He was a brutal warrior. A soldier. He knew little of emotions. Dayna could see this in his eyes in an abstract sort of way, so she was surprised at what Radditz said next.

"I was lonely."

"What?"

"I...never mind."

"No, really! You can tell me."

"You? No. Your just a weak human woman."

"Oh!?" Dayna said, insulted.

"Yes. Look at this," Radditz gestured to his T-shirt and jeans, "These are human clothes," he pointed at the restraunt, "THAT is a human eating place, and THIS," he waved his hand around them, "Is a human 'date',"

"So?" Dayan asked, arms crossed.

"So, I'm no human. I'm am a Saiyan."

"What's the difference other than that you come from somewhere else....and your tail?"

"Our race has a very different past."

"Oh? How so?"

"We...it would be found tragic by human standards. You wouldn't understand."

"Yes I would! I'm a lot stronger than you would think!....mentally," she added remembering his strength he had displayed earlier.

"Okay then."

Dayna crossed her arms and waited for him to continue.

"I should start off saying that from the millions of Saiyans that once were (A/N: I don't think there were that many Saiyans to start off with) there are now only five full and three half Saiyans left." (to avoid confusion, he's not counting Bra or Pan.)

"Oh, my. That's not very many. I'm sorry, if you don't want to talk about it...."

"No, dammit!" Radditz yelled, interupting Dayna and making her jump, "That's why I didn't want to tell you! I don't want any sympathy! I don't need it! It happened years and years ago, and even then it didn't affect me! Vegita was just a place I lived when I wasn't working my ass of for Freiza!"

"Who....who's Freiza?" Dayna asked, almost scared of the answer.

"Your average over powered freak. He was stronger than the Saiyans....of THAT time," Radditz smiled at the thought of how strong Vegita and Kakarot were, "As well as hundreds of other people. He used his power to force his way into all societies he came across. If they didn't concead to his bidding, he killed them."

"Woah, that's some dictator your people had."

Radditz chuckled at the word 'dictator.' He had thought he had heard of all the thing one could ever call Freiza, but dictator wasn't among them. Murdering pycopath? Yes. Illogical tyrant? Definatly.

Dictator was WAY too mild of a word to fit Freiza.

"And to make a long story short, Freiza got mad killed all of the Saiyans he could," Radditz didn't know why he suddenly wanted to change the topic. Was it not as he said? Did he accually CARE for Vegita? For the people on it? No, that couldn't be it.

"Well," Dayna said, "Lets go on a Saiyan date."

"Eh?" Radditz looked up from the brooding he was doing.

"A Saiyan date!" Dayna said, getting excited, "You said this was a human date, well....LET'S GO ON A SAIYAN DATE!!"

Radditz almost said no and flew away. A Saiyan 'date' as the humans called it usually entailed lots of heavy duty fighting and consuming of raw flesh. But.....for some reason, he nodded his head.

"Alright, woman, if you insist," Radditz said, trying to put his words right, "I'll show you what we Saiyans do for fun!"

"Great!" Dayna cheered. She had seen the hesitation on his face and was thrilled that he had agreed, "What do we do first?"

"First," Radditz grinned, "We gotta get out of this city.....unless you want to hunt cats and dogs and other pets."

"Hunting?" Dayna asked, she wasn't repulsed, but she was slightly frightened at the thought of being deep in the wilderness with this incredibly strong man. But curiosity got the better of her so she just said, "I'll get my car."

"No need," Radditz said. Dayna looked at him, confused, but Radditz just scooped her up and flew off out of the city limits.

Dayna had never flown before.

It was incredible.

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