Raditz's Quest to Escape From Hell

Hell is a complex domain, filled with peaceful garden areas, lava spouts, frozen tundras, and the list goes on. It is also composed of several layers. And, the deeper you travel, the harsher it gets.

Residents on the highest layer of Hell, with its blood fountains, yellow sky and green trees, appear in the form of little white wisps. They have the easy life, going on tourist trips and having lots of fun in Hell's theme parks. Hell's Heaven, you could say.

However, deeper down, Hell's name becomes much more appropriate.

Those dwelling in the 'depths of Hell' are granted their original bodies, with a little halo on top - that is, if they had done enough misdeeds in life.

One such individual, the evil-minded brother of the pure-hearted Goku, had earned the esteemed privilege of living in eternal damnation in this part of the god-forsaken land, with his body intact.

Along with his armour. His damaged armour.

That had been damaged by his four-year-old nephew.

He never got over it, even after thirteen years.

There were a few other things he hadn't gotten over, too.

"Hey. Raditz."

"Nappa," Raditz ground out.

"I swear you're like this every day. Or night. Still haven't been able to figure that out yet..." Nappa scratched his cheek. "You up for another sparring match? Y'know, before another storm hits."

"..." Raditz turned away.

"I see... it's like that today, is it?" Nappa's scratchy voice grew a tad louder.

"You moron..." Raditz mumbled to himself, then turned his way. "I'm not in the mood."

"Yeah. I can see that now. You still act like you did when you were a teen."

"Shut up." Raditz began to storm off.

"You still thinkin' about Vegeta and your father?" Nappa called to him.

"..."

"Well I know I'm still thinkin' about our beloved prince." Nappa crossed his arms. "He ain't dead, that much is clear. Since he isn't here." Raditz rolled his eyes at Nappa. "An' if he ain't dead, then either Frieza spared his sorry ass, or..."

"You're always talking about what Vegeta might be up to," Raditz snapped, but decided to partake in the discussion regardless, "No doubt he conquered Earth and used a wish to become immortal. Then he probably killed off Frieza and King Cold since he can't die."

"Do you think he forced Kakarot's chumps to give him the Dragon Balls?"

"What else?" Raditz tilted his head and sighed. "If you hadn't been so cocky-"

He suddenly had no 'air' in his 'lungs', due to a large hand clamping his throat.

"What's that, you cocky little runt?" Nappa growled.

"If - agh... Forget it," he breathed out.

"That's what I thought." Nappa threw him on the floor. "When he gets here... ohhh, that'll be the day... you and I, Raditz, we'll be sure to give him a royal welcome, won't we?" Nappa balled his fists, his desire implying Raditz had no choice but to participate in Nappa's revenge.

"Hmph..." Raditz rubbed his throat, giving Nappa a harsh side glance. "But if he can't die, he'll never come here and you'll never get your revenge."

Nappa grimaced at him, and spat, "There's always a bigger fish. Mark my words. Who knows, he might just suffocate in space or have every atom of himself vaporised."