Fortune Favours the Bold

Chapter 2

Goten

Raditz finally awoke hungover hours later, and after punching a hole in one of the interior panels, ripping out several of the passenger seats and hurling them in Goten and Gohan's general direction and a lot of yelling, he did eventually untie them.

He was unhappy, to say the least.

True to Brasha's word every crate of Klangite was gone, along with all of their other weapons and valuables, save for the small emergency cache Raditz kept in the Captain's quarters in the hidden compartment beneath his bed, their clothing and the spare parts for Goten's cybernetic arm.

Raditz's first instinct was to track down the thieves, only to find that they had partially dismantled the engine of the Nimbus, all the vital parts broken down to their most basic components though graciously stacked and arranged into neat piles on the engine room floor. They drifted aimlessly in space for two days before Gohan had the ship back in flying form.

From there, with all the Klangite gone and their names soiled with their buyers, it was back to the grind for the crew of the Nimbus . Back to small time bounties and heists until something more promising came up.

Weeks passed, and the crew kept their ears to the ground for word on the strangers who'd made off with their payday. But there was nothing. They'd vanished.

Goten had been on a lot of seedy space stations in his life, but Kesh Station was easily one of the seediest in a sparsely populated corner of the galaxy where neither the Empire nor the Galactic Patrol had much of a presence, run by a man named Dabura. It was a hive for pirates, assassins, crime lords as well as the occasional imperial defector. And it was presently the only place they could seem to find work.

No one bat an eye at the Saiyans as they led their captive through the grimy halls.

"Move!" Raditz growled, giving the male a kick, eliciting an angry hiss from the creature as he hefted the sack on his shoulder higher, a scowl on his face.

It seemed their uncle's foul mood would never subside, and the job they just wrapped up did nothing to improve it.

The job was simple enough: track down a pair of Inari thieves and bring them back to Kesh. Finding them down had been simple enough. Their planet had been purged long ago and their species stuck out like a sore thumb and there weren't many of them left, so any station they passed through, people took note.

Capturing them was another matter entirely. They were tall, bulky creatures, with large pincers and hard, shell-like beige skin speckled with green and sharp yellow eyes. They were considerably strong, but the worst thing about them were the stingers tipping the end of their long, segmented tails.

Hence why their captive's tail was bound along with his arms.

The two Inari had put up quite a fight against the Saiyans. While Goten and Gohan had been occupied subduing one, the other had nearly overpowered Raditz in their scuffle, catching him with its deadly stinger square in the gut. Stinging him so badly he'd had to spend the night in the ship's regeneration tank to stave off the effects of the venom, but he was alive.

The same couldn't be said for the Inari, whom Raditz had promptly pummeled to death in his rage.

They made their way through the sea of people milling about the station to Dabura's Tavern.

Outside the door were two scaly, green, thickly muscled aliens with lizard-like faces and a small row of horns accenting their brow, armed with batons. One of the lizard men looked the trio up and down, his crimson eyes amused. "Look what the Neko-Shi drug in, a couple of monkeys ."