Welcome to DBZ Saiyan Garden

The skies burned with the relentless hue of a dying sun, painting the jagged cliffs of Hell in shades of molten red. Raditz’s armorless frame pressed forward, each step a testament to the fiery pride of his Saiyan blood. Before him stood Bardock, a man he knew only through fragments—an indomitable warrior who had fought for everything and lost it all.

Bardock leaned against the rough stone wall, his dark eyes scanning the son he’d never had the chance to truly know. There was no softness in his gaze, only a warrior’s recognition. Raditz stopped inches away, the air between them electric with tension. Neither spoke. Words would be wasted here.

Raditz lunged, his fist striking toward Bardock, but the elder Saiyan was faster. In a blur of motion, Bardock caught his son’s attack, their muscles straining as raw energy crackled between their bodies. A smirk tugged at Bardock’s lips. "Is that all you've got, boy?"

Raditz snarled, breaking free and circling his father. This wasn’t a reunion. This was a test, a battle, a reckoning. Their bodies collided again, a whirlwind of strikes and counters that sent shockwaves through the scorched terrain. Dust rose as fists met flesh, and the earth cracked beneath their feet.

But as the clash slowed, Bardock grabbed Raditz by the arm, yanking him close until their foreheads nearly touched. “You’ve got your mother’s fire,” he muttered, a rare softness breaking through the hardened shell of a Saiyan warrior.

Raditz froze, his tail coiling instinctively around his father’s, an unconscious act of submission. In that moment, the battle ended, and a different war—the silent, unyielding need for connection—began.

As the Hellish landscape trembled with the echoes of their clash, father and son stood still, united by blood, pride, and the fierce determination to rebuild what death had stolen. Saiyan bonds, forged in battle and fire, could not be broken—even in the afterlife.