Dragon Ball Story: The Lost and The Forgotten

The Night of the Full Moon!

A long-haired boy emerged from the fog-drenched in sweat. The child leaned against the stone wall to catch a breath. Sweat and blood combined and slid down his bruised face while he attempted to recover. His attire was utterly destroyed during the battle, revealing wounds and a piece of armor stuck into his flesh underneath the rib cage. The boy shut his eyes, clenched his teeth, and pulled out the piece of the broken armor. He let out a pained cry and slid to the ground. A single strand of hair hovered over his bruised forehead while he stared at the alien corpse before his weary eyes. His body was shutting down, but he couldn't afford to fall asleep here. Despite the pain and tiredness, the black-haired child got on his feet and pressed onward.

While holding tightly onto the open wound and preventing the blood from gushing out, the boy walked toward the camp. He pushed his exhausted body as he moved across the wasteland. While he marched forward, he imagined how pleased his companions would be that he had utterly annihilated the east sector alone. A prideful smirk appeared on his dirty face as he entered a blue forest. Upon setting foot into the woods, a wave of relief washed over him. He was on the right track and near the base. The boy bit his lower lip and sped up upon hearing a familiar voice. He was finally at the camp after climbing over a boulder and striding through thick bushes.

When he emerged from the woods, he saw four people standing at the campsite. A muscular giant with a mohawk and a mustache stood near the fire while a short boy with flame-like hair sat on a corpse and chewed on a fruit. On the other side, the two males took notice of the child and approached him.

"Well, would you look at that, Scallopini? The runt returned, and I was sure he'd die alone."

The men laughed while the boy walked between them. He ignored their voices and wanted to sit beside the fireplace and rest. However, a firm touch upon his shoulder prevented him from moving. Looking back, he saw Scallopini containing him from going forward. He wanted to shout at the older male but couldn't as he had to cough.

"Tsk! The brat sustained serious injuries. Nappa, Vegeta! We'll have to reroute to the nearest Freeza Planet because the weakling Raditz got beaten up again!"

While the flame-haired boy shot an unpleasant glare in his direction, the man named Nappa let out a sigh. Raditz clenched his teeth and cursed mentally, avoiding eye contact with the other child. He could feel the piercing scowl, which hurt more than anything. He tried hard to get closer to the others, but nothing worked.

"Bah! What else would you expect from a low-class trash? Let's not forget he's the offspring of that bastard Bardock, so it's no wonder he's so pathetic."

The boy closed his hands tightly and fought the urge to jump on them. However, the skinny Saiyan knew that even if he wasn't wounded, he stood no chance against any of them. He couldn't do anything but endure their mocking and go and rest. Just as he took a step forward, he felt a slight push, which caused him to lose balance and fall to the ground. Upon making harsh contact with the sturdy floor, the young warrior surged with tremendous pain, which forced Raditz to cry out.

"So goddamn sensitive. We'd be better off leaving Raditz here and going to the next planet without the insect, don't you agree, Nappa?"

Raditz tried to suppress the pain by violently biting his lower lip, which began to bleed. His weary eyes drifted onto the muscular giant that stood right before him. Their gazes met and locked for a few seconds until the burly warrior looked away.

"Stop bullying the brat, Okra, and Scallopini. He's a nuisance, but we can't just leave him here to die, no matter how tempting it is. That bastard Freeza would see it as Vegeta's incompetence and question his leadership. Do you want to serve directly under Zarbon or that fat blob Dodoria?."