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Point of No return- last chapter

Two days later, Bulma was standing outside now, peeking into one of the three space pods in her half-destroyed backyard. It was the only place to put them so they wouldn't be easily seen by anyone except those with Saiyan blood. Fortunately for Bulma, the Earthlings were all far too preoccupied with the destruction done to Earth during the alien invasion and the epic battle that came along with it. The coast was clear for the Saiyans to depart to Namek without drawing too much attention.

Bulma was bent over, half inside the space pod as she double-checked its fuel level, when she heard Goku's voice. Her friend was arguing with Raditz while the two descended down into the backyard with Gohan in tow.

"If you didn't look exactly like our father, I would swear that we were not related," Raditz sneered, walking over to a space pod that Bulma wasn't looking at, his brother and nephew on his heels.

"But we're not going to anything but sit inside of these pod things," Goku whined. "Why can't I bring the lunch Chi-Chi made me?"

"This is a mission to restore the lives of people on your planet, not a vacation as we cruise through space. Or are you not interested in gathering the Dragon Balls?"

"Of course I'm interested! I'm just hungry!"

"Your woman already fed us before we came here," Raditz replied, before adding under his breath, "...would have never survived working for Frieza, that's for sure..."

Goku heard his brother and he frowned, falling into silence. The most information he had gotten regarding what things were like for Raditz under Frieza's reign were the glimpses his brother gave him during Vegeta's battle with Frieza. But he had known Raditz now for some time, and he had pieced parts of the puzzle together on his own. He was pleased that Frieza was officially out of the picture, and his brother would never have to go through those things again.

"Alright," Bulma said, climbing out of the space pod. She patted the top of it in satisfaction, a smug look on her face. "This bad boy's ready to go. I just need to give you guys the communication devices I made, and then that should be it!"

"Remember that any communication devices need to let us establish contact on a planet as far as Namek," Raditz sneered in condescension, opening up the space pod he was going to occupy.

"All I did was replicate the communication chip on your scouters, buddy. Don't forget that behind these gorgeous looks is a brilliant mind," Bulma arrogantly informed him. Raditz frowned as Bulma approached them. The heiress handed Goku three black headsets with a microphone attached. Raditz snatched one for himself, and Goku handed one to Gohan, who took it like he was handling fragile glass.

"I've been working on replicating the communication in Raditz' scouter ever since he got here, so hopefully these things will work. But if they don't, I synced up the communication on your space pod to my own headset here. This way if you guys need anything, you can get a hold of me. You also have my old Dragon Ball scouter, right?"

"Yeah," Goku said with a smile, looking down at his son who was putting on his headset. "Gohan's got it, don't you, son?"

"I do. I want to find the Dragon Ball as soon as possible, so I can wish Piccolo back," Gohan proudly announced as Goku put a hand on top of his head.

"I'm just impressed that Chi-Chi agreed to let you go," Bulma teased.

"You and me both," Raditz mumbled, climbing into his space pod. "Enough with the talk. Let's get a move on."

Goku was going to respond, when he suddenly looked back towards the compound, concentration settling into his features. Bulma and Raditz followed his line of site, only to see Vegeta leaning back against the wall, his arms crossed over his armor with his ankles casually crossed.