Day One: Morning

[Raditzu]

"'You better not die' he says... ha!" the downpour of rain muffled Raditzu's voice, even to himself. "That's a kid brother for... ugh..."

As the adrenaline faded from the saiyan's system he could feel the affects of the battle take their toll on his body. It took all his effort to keep himself standing, but even the powerful warrior couldn't keep his knees from buckling and his arms from falling limp at his sides. During the course of the fighting, Raditzu hadn't given any thoughts to the collar around his neck. This "recoil" from transforming was something Raditzu had experienced last year, but he had been completely unprepared for it this time. His rain-drenched clothes felt heavy, his movements seemed sluggish and, for the first time in as long as he could remember, he wished he didn't have so much god damned hair -- it weighed a ton when it was wet.

Very intentionally, Raditzu had waited atop the school for several minutes. Though he didn't really suspect Goku as the type to launch a sneak attack, there were a lot more opponents out there. When he felt he had waited long enough, Raditzu dropped through the hole that Goku had used to escape. The hallways in the highest level of the school reverberated with the sound of the rain. It was almost deafening from where Raditzu stood.

With heavy steps, Raditzu moved through the school, working his way downstairs; finding the stairs, however, had been a bit of a problem since he had gotten up to the roof via Goku's fist. His ultimate objective was to find the principal's office: the room he had killed Gohan in. The deceased competitor should have had some food and water on him, but most importantly, Raditzu had dropped his yo-yo. From the quick glimpse he had gotten of the room before attacking Gohan, it also looked like the office would be a good place to take a breather. And a place to sit down and grab a bite was sounding better with every step.