"K-Kakarot?" Goku pointed at his own nose, looking completely confused.
"Are you talking to me? My name is Son Goku!"
Raditz sneered, clearly impatient with what he assumed was an act of amnesia.
He stepped forward slowly, each step radiating an oppressive presence.
"Stop pretending. Even though you've grown up, I recognized you instantly. Your face is an exact copy of our father's."
Krillin paused slightly while holding his teacup.
Father… Bardock.
A true legendary Saiyan warrior in every sense.
Deep within Krillin's mind, enhanced by his Genius Intellect, fragments of memory about that man flashed through his thoughts.
The lone warrior with the blood-stained red bandana, standing against Frieza's army, trying to change the doomed fate of the Saiyan race.
Though only a low-class warrior, that unyielding spirit made him a rare exception among Saiyans.
Unfortunately, before his legend could fully grow, he vanished along with the destruction of Planet Vegeta.
"I don't know you! Who are you?!" Goku frowned, instinctively shielding Gohan behind him.
"I am your biological older brother—Raditz!" Raditz spread his arms dramatically.
"And you are a member of the Saiyan race, the strongest warrior race in the universe! Your real name is Kakarot!"
"Saiyan? Big brother?" Goku scratched his head and looked toward Master Roshi.
"Master Roshi, do I actually have a brother?"
Master Roshi had already lost his usual carefree expression. His face looked unusually serious behind his sunglasses.
He sighed and stepped forward, leaning on his cane.
"Goku… I actually planned to tell you this when you were a bit older."
Master Roshi then told the story of how Grandpa Gohan had found Goku.
The mysterious spherical spaceship that fell from the sky.
The wild-tempered baby who behaved like a ferocious beast.
And how everything changed after the baby accidentally fell into a valley and injured his head.
"So it was brain damage?" Raditz nodded with an expression of realization.
"No wonder you forgot your mission. We Saiyans are the universe's scavengers. We wipe out the native inhabitants of valuable planets and then sell those planets to other alien races.
That is our job. And you, Kakarot, were sent here to cleanse this planet."
"Kill… everyone?!" Goku's eyes widened.
"Are you crazy?! I would never do something like that! I'm an Earthling!"
"You stubborn idiot," Raditz shook his head coldly.
"Look at the current state of the Saiyan race. Planet Vegeta was destroyed by a giant meteor. Besides you and me, there are only two other survivors.
Kakarot, join us. We need manpower to conquer a high-value planet."
"So what?" Goku stood firm.
"Even if you really are my brother, I will never join someone Villain like you!"
"Villain?" Raditz laughed as if hearing a joke.
"Power is justice. Weakness is the original sin. Since you refuse to obey, don't blame me for being rude."
His gaze shifted past Goku and landed on Gohan, who was trembling behind him.
"Oh? That brat actually has a tail!" Raditz's eyes lit up.
"So the Saiyan bloodline hasn't disappeared completely. Since you refuse to join us, I'll just take this kid instead."
The moment he finished speaking, Raditz vanished in a blur.
He reached for Gohan with lightning speed.
"Don't touch Gohan!" Goku reacted instantly and rushed forward to intercept him.
But compared to Raditz, Goku's movements were like slow motion.
Thud!
Raditz drove his knee into Goku's stomach.
Goku collapsed to his knees, clutching his abdomen, unable to even scream from the pain.
The gap in power was absolute.
"Too weak, Kakarot," Raditz grabbed Gohan by the collar and lifted him like a chick.
"I'm taking this brat. If you want him back, by this time tomorrow, pile two hundred human corpses right here. Otherwise…"
Gohan cried in terror, struggling desperately.
But against Raditz's iron grip, it was completely useless.
At that moment a childish yet extremely arrogant voice suddenly spoke.
"Hey, long-haired freak. Put the crybaby down."
Raditz paused and turned his head.
Standing in front of him was Trunks, hands on his hips.
The small boy stared up at him with an annoyed expression.
"Oh?" Raditz smirked.
"Another one looking to die?"
He pressed the button on his scouter.
Beep beep beep…
Numbers rapidly flashed across the lens before stabilizing.
[Combat Power: 350]
Raditz froze for a moment.
Then his pupils shrank slightly.
"350? Are you kidding me? How can an Earth brat have that kind of power? Even Kakarot only has 334!"
But Raditz quickly relaxed.
So what if it was 350? Compared to his own power level of 1500, it was still trash.
"Brat, get lost," Raditz casually kicked out.
Even without full strength, this kick could snap a steel bar.
Thud!
A dull impact echoed.
Trunks flew backward like a cannonball.
He smashed through the wall of Kame House, disappearing into the rubble.
"Trunks!" Goku and Master Roshi shouted at the same time.
"Hmph. Know your place."
Raditz snorted and turned to leave with Gohan.
Crash.
The sound of shifting debris came from the rubble.
"Ouch… that hurt!" Trunks pushed aside a broken wooden beam and crawled out.
He was covered in dust and dirt.
He dusted off his clothes and inspected his BADMAN jacket.
When he saw a tear in the sleeve, his expression instantly fell.
"Oh no! Mom just bought this jacket! She'll kill me if it's ruined!"
Trunks pointed angrily at Raditz.
"Long-haired freak! You're paying for my jacket! I'm telling my dad!"
Silence.
Complete silence filled the beach.
Raditz's jaw nearly dropped.
The brat had taken that kick head-on and he wasn't injured at all?
Not even a broken bone?
He was worried about his clothes?!
"T-This… how is that possible?!" Raditz looked down at his scouter to make sure it wasn't malfunctioning.
"What is this kid made of?!"
"His dad made him," A calm voice suddenly answered.
Krillin, who had been quietly drinking tea and watching the show the entire time, finally set down his teacup.
He slowly stood up and brushed the wrinkles from his pants, moving calmly as if he were strolling in his backyard.
Raditz whipped his head toward him.
His scouter instantly locked onto Krillin.
Beep.
[Combat Power: 500]
Raditz paused briefly.
Then he burst into arrogant laughter.
"Hahaha! You almost scared me for a second!"
"So you're only 500? And you want to play hero too?"
Krillin ignored the mocking laughter.
He simply walked over and gently brushed the dust off Trunks' hair.
"Son, how did that kick feel?"
"Like a mosquito bite, but the impact was kinda strong." Trunks answered honestly.
"Dad, can I beat him up?"
"No. You're not strong enough yet," Krillin smiled gently and patted his son's head.
"Go stand over there and watch. Dad is going to teach you a new move."
After saying that, Krillin slowly turned toward Raditz.
A playful glint flashed in his calm eyes.
"Hey, long-haired freak," Krillin raised one finger and beckoned.
"Who exactly did you just call garbage?"
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