Raditz fell down from the cliff, at first, he tried grabbing a hold of the side of the cliff, a small rock would be the bastion he'd hold onto for a brief moment, relief washed over him. His relief was shortlived, however, as in the next moment, the rock gave weigh and he once more tumbled down the mountainside into the dense forest below, he hit a branch, into his side, breaking it as he did, he collided with four smaller branches on his way down, head first, and finally ended up with a bush full of thorns, each of them making it's way into his skin, and with a painful howl, Raditz rolled out of the bush, covered in thorns. The boy was sniveling a little from the pain. A tear welling in his eye, his black shirt had been torn to shreds on his decent, looking like more of a primitive Toga now. 

In the distance, peering over the flora all around him, the boy took in this new world he had stumbled upon, and in the distance, he could see a forest clearing, and some kind of structure, he got onto his feet, and began walking towards it. His tail wiggling playfully, as it - along with the rest of him winced in pain as he began pulling one of the many hundred of thorns that had found it's way into his skin.