Inside the lobby of the materials management department, people came and went, the atmosphere busy yet orderly.
Raditz stood with his hands behind his back in front of the huge electronic billboard, watching the constantly scrolling information on resource allocation, a faint sense of ease on his face.
He was holding a list in his hand.
The above is a list of supplies needed for the Tights Foundation's next aid operation.
Daily necessities such as high-energy nutrition bars and portable water purifiers.
Over the past two years, through his diligent work ethic, Raditz has finally managed to "sneak" into Tights's foundation.
From a Saiyan warrior who had always lived a life of constant danger, he has transformed into a "logistics specialist" who now shuttles between various departments of this base.
To put it bluntly, he's just a gofer and errand boy.
Even so, this kind of life was much more pleasant for Raditz than when he was wandering and fighting in the universe with Vegeta!
And he firmly believes that gold shines wherever it is!
For Raditz, a Elite Warrior, doing this kind of work is like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.
A promotion and a raise are just a matter of time!
As long as he could occasionally use the pretext of reporting on his work to exchange a few words with that esteemed Tights, everyone in the base would give Raditz some face.
Isn't this more promising than fighting and killing?
Raditz grew increasingly smug, an uncontrollable smile creeping onto his face. He strode confidently to the supplies approval counter.
"Cough."
He cleared his throat and handed the list to the counter.
He gave a polite smile.
He looked at the bespectacled alien in front of him.
"Hello!"
"Could you help me with this list when you have some free time?"
Behind the counter, the alien with four arms and thick glasses took the list, rested his hands on his glasses, and slowly examined it.
After carefully examining the signatures on the list, his expression became slightly more serious.
After giving Raditz a discreet look, he quickly began operating the screen in front of him...
He quickly smiled and handed the list back to Raditz.
"Alright!"
"Your supplies have been approved. Please proceed to Warehouse Number Three to collect them."
A sense of smugness inexplicably welled up inside Raditz.
Did you see that?
That's efficiency!
This is the influence Raditz has now!
He cleared his throat dramatically, nodded to the staff, and said in a superior's tone to a subordinate, "Thank you for your hard work."
Watching Raditz's proud and arrogant back, the four-eyed alien pushed up his glasses.
I don't understand.
Isn't this guy just a gofer?
Why are you acting like a government official?
He shook his head and muttered to himself.
The high efficiency of the approval process is simply due to the signatures on the list.
With that lady's signature, let alone a little bit of supplies, even the right to allocate resources for a small planet would be handled with the highest priority.
As for this long-haired guy... who is he again?
Never mind, it's not important.
Raditz took the list with satisfaction and turned to walk towards the warehouse.
I was incredibly smug.
Just as he was immersed in his beautiful fantasy and turned the corner of a passage, a tall shadow suddenly enveloped him completely.
Raditz instinctively stopped and looked up.
A tall, muscular figure, a bald head that gleamed under the corridor lights, and his signature three-sided mustache that encircled his mouth.
The smugness I felt just moments before, envisioning a bright future, vanished in an instant.
Is this guy here to settle scores with me?
After losing contact with them on Earth, he never officially met Vegeta and Nappa again.
After arriving here, he intentionally or unintentionally avoided his two former "companions."
Although they were in the same base, he always managed to find various excuses not to return to the base, taking advantage of his position as a runner for Tights. Even when he did return, he was always in a hurry and never stayed long.
This is quite different from the confident and ambitious words he once spoke of, referring to himself as the general's younger brother.
A cowardice ingrained deep within his bloodline, etched by years of oppression, made the hairs on his body stand on end!
A conditioned reflex formed from years of oppression and being bossed around.
"Na, Nappa?"
However, Nappa did not confront him as he had imagined; instead, he appeared somewhat tense.
That kind of smile that felt so disconnected.
"I... I saw you come in from outside, so I waited for you here."
Raditz was also slightly taken aback.
The other person's tone left him puzzled.
Is he trying to please me?
He tentatively and slowly straightened his slightly hunched back.
The slight upturn of her lips was something she couldn't control.
He cleared his throat in a pretentious manner, speaking in a detached tone that even he found unfamiliar.
"Oh? Is that so?"
He glanced at Nappa and asked slowly, "What do you need me for?"
Nappa, however, did not find anything wrong with it.
After all, in his eyes, Raditz was Turles's younger brother, practically royalty in the Sixth Branch.
Putting aside their Power Level, they're no longer from the same world!
"Um... Raditz..." Nappa forced an even uglier smile, his voice dropping several octaves, "Long time no see. How have you been lately?"
Faced with Nappa's reserved demeanor.
Raditz was secretly pleased, but his face remained impassive.
What goes around comes around!
"Um?"
"It's alright, so-so."
"Although I'm quite busy, there's no other way; the capable should do more, and this is my responsibility!"
Upon hearing this, Nappa actually showed a hint of envy.
This undoubtedly matches Nappa's imagination of Raditz.
They're doing very well.
Busy with countless affairs!
But what about himself?
Vegeta had been completely absorbed in his own training from the beginning and had long since stopped paying attention to him.
As Saiyan who knows nothing but invasion, occupation, battle, and slaughter, he finds it extremely difficult to survive in the increasingly orderly and "civilized" Sixth Branch.
Even the combat units have to undergo ideological assessments first...
He was like an old part discarded by the times, completely out of place with everything around him.
After a two-year internal struggle, he finally chose to approach Raditz, whom he had once looked down upon the most.
" Raditz... it's like this..."
On Nappa's rugged face, a smile that looked more like a grimace was forced out.
He nervously rubbed his palms together.
"Actually... there's something I want to talk to you about..."
" Vegeta... Vegeta won't let me follow him anymore."
"So, I wanted to ask you..."
"Could you... let me work for you...?"