Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Payment in Full: Saiyan's 2nd Chance ❯ Setting the Deal ( Chapter 1 )

Payment in Full

By StarbearerTM aka Trynia Merin

Beta'd by Bardockgurl!

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z or Full metal alchemist. Funimation brings us these master works of anime on DVD. Toriyama created DBZ, and Full Metal Alchemist belongs to its own creators. I can only claim responsibility for the plot and the character of Tomic, Parsnip, Fermi, Bohr, Merlot, Cabernet and other fan characters here. The only pay I get is your reviews so please keep them coming! And my thanks to those who have already reviewed, and to Bardockgurl for her beta! Kudos and hugs to you!

Interview and Hiring Process

When Professor Atomique Stellari, former red ribbon operative first came upon the ship she fought the urge to break down crying. Ever since Sergeant Raditz had claimed her as his property, she had stuffed down any emotions but gladness. What she had decided was for the greater good of her twins left in Son Goku's care. They would thrive no matter what, or so she hoped. Raditz need never know about her other children. She was capable of rearranging molecules into simple plastics with highly focused TK thanks to experiments by Dr. Gero and her late husband Saul Stellari. What would Fermi and Bohr think of her current predicament?

Would the twins understand what their mother had done? She recalled the last few hours with great clarity. Yet again she had left them in the care of strangers for their own survival. Were they better off? Surely they were? It was small comfort however. Just what were her feelings toward the behemoth that clutched her on his lap beyond the incredible rough sex he'd shared with her?

At first she had loathed him, now she had a strange fondness for the monkey man because he had spared her. Not to mention he truly was the best man she had been with ever. No human male would ever satisfy her again, Atomique chuckled to herself. No doubt Turles would be the sort of commander that enjoyed women as sex slaves and second class citizens. If she put out she would be well cared for. There were worse fates she nodded. She just had to play her cards right and stay alive. Perhaps she could even find a way to escape eventually. She was jarred out of her musings by the craft coming to a complete stop.

"Wake up," he urged her. She blinked to alertness in the pretense of being taken unawares.

"Are we there yet?" she said jokingly.

"Humph," he said.

"What sort of a leader is your Commander?" she asked.

"He likes the finer things," he said. Thankfully she wasn't overly beautiful and lithe. That would guarantee her a lowered profile. In addition she was a scientist of some sort. They might find her polymer generation a curiosity.

"He's an epicure then," said Atomique. "Does that include having a harem of beautiful concubines?"

"How did you know?" Raditz asked with some amusement.

"I'm no fool. Men in powerful positions enjoy surrounding themselves with females to wait on them hand and foot. Wouldn't you in his position?"

"Perhaps, but perhaps not," Raditz said quietly. "Some of us given the opportunity might out of obligation, but have other priorities. Especially considering the circumstances."

"You said I was yours," she said quietly. "As in you're my master and I'm your servant?"

"You will work for me, as I will work for my commander," he said quietly. "Do as I ask and you'll be treated well. But disobey and it will be the worse for you because I am responsible for your behavior."

"So if I act like an ass you take the blame because you can't control me," Atomique said quietly. "I see. So basically I'm a slave?"

"I'm a slave myself," he said quietly. "You're no slave having done what you have. But we're both slaves to him till we prove our worth. I'm a third class, and you're my concubine, and servant. But beneath us are the slaves on board ship."

"Prostitutes you mean, for the pleasure of the males? Or does your sort mate for life?"

"There are few female Saiyans. The only way you'd deign to be that sort of thing is if you were Saiyan. But as you are not, you're an inferior being, and the title of concubine is what can be offered. Must you ALWAYS ask so many damned questions?" he said.

"I see. I just want to know the score so I don't cause trouble," she said. "Do you share females?"

"The concubine of a third class is hardly worth notice," he said quietly. "Unless another desires you. But I don't like to share. You will have some status if you obey me. Life could be quite comfortable but only if you do as I say."

"Fine," she said. "But does that include screwing a commanding officer if he should desire me? I've seen many such things."

"Pray it will not come to that," he said quietly. "Turles prefers young females that he can mold and shape. I cannot do much if he should ask to choose you…"

"Terrific," she mumbled.

"But you're a third class concubine. He would desire others before you, we will hope," he said. "You seem to have quite an understanding of this, and it's annoying. Be mindful of your powers of observation and follow them if you wish to remain alive."

"Don't speak `til spoken to?" nodded Atomique.

"Yes. You'll stay alive longer," he said quietly. The pod swung open to reveal the vast curved interior of some enclosed chamber. Small space pods clustered around the flat space with cables attached to their steaming sides. Other armored figures were climbing out of their pods at the same time. One hulking shape resembled Nappa, and he had two slender females with blue hair and violet pink skin marked with darker flecks like freckles. Both of them clung to one another, turning pink eyes to the space with trepidation.

"Merlot, you bastard, what have you got there?" asked Nappa as he emerged from his pod. He held the leash of a long metallic chain, clamped about the neck of one of the Destroyers females. Reptilian skin and gold eyes quailed in fear as he yanked back her long straw colored hair.

"These two are from that raid on Orchyd," he said. "Named Jennlynn and Naiya. Sisters. They gave little trouble. I figure they'd make good servants…"

"Or bed slaves? You were thinking of Cellulose again? The boy needs…"

"Nothing," said a tall feminine figure, clearly Saiyan by her armor and spiky Mohawk of long hair. "You know the Commander will want dibs on those two…"

"No doubt," said Merlot.

"Take 'em to the first choice and get them cleaned up," said Cabernet to Merlot. "And what is that lizard doing here?"

"The Commander was curious. This is 24th, or so she says. She's the only one left from her whole unit. Gave me little trouble for her life," Nappa said. "A gift for you…"

"Which I accept with relish, you annoying drek eater. And I thought you had forgotten our mating day," she laughed, taking the leash from him.

"There you are Sergeant. What the hell took you so long whelp?" Nappa asked, turning to Raditz who shoved Atomique on one knee.

"Kneel and do as I do," he hissed. Atomique shot him an annoyed glance but let Raditz shove her to one knee. He pressed one hand over his breast while extending the other forwards with averted gaze.

"I take it your little brother wasn't warm to joining us?" asked Nappa.

"Apologies Sub Commander. I have brought the merchandise in his place. She's got some battle power that could be used, along with skills that could be put to work in the laboratory."

"Humph, she's disturbingly Saiyan looking," Cabernet whispered, nudging Atomique's shoulder with her boot. Atomique glanced up at her, and then quickly looked away when Raditz nudged her in the ribs.

“Yeah. Interesting she looks like she actually wouldn't break under full Bejitasei norm grav," Nappa said. "You female, you understand what's going on?"

"Yes sir," she said quietly.

"She will listen to me," said Raditz quietly.

"You're a lot of trouble. Keep your mouth shut and your ears open, female," Nappa said quietly to her. "Whelp, you bit her?"

"Yes."

"Humph, okay. But she's YOUR responsibility. Commander wants to see her as well as the other acquisitions," said Nappa. "Bring her… and better put her on a leash at first."

Atomique fought the urge to roll her eyes but remained in a kneeling position. "I will obey," she said quietly.

"Will you now? She's got nerve to speak to me without prompting," Nappa said, glaring at Raditz.

"An oversight," said Raditz.

"I'm sorry," Atomique said, averting her gaze.

"You should be, female. Remember we didn't have to save your ass," Nappa said, nudging her shoulder with his boot. He threw something at Raditz, who caught the object. Grumbling he clipped a cold bit of metal around her neck, uncoiling the leash identical to the ones that the other mercenaries held with their captives. Some female, some young children. A loud scream made Atomique snap her head as Cabernet delivered a sharp kick to the hissing Destroyer.

"That could be you, female," Nappa said, glaring at her.

The two sisters clung to one another, shivering. Merlot tugged on the chain gently then whistled to a younger male that strode over. He resembled Raditz in facial features with the same armor but his hair was shorter and more haphazard. "Parsnip, help me with this."

"Sir?" the third class asked.

"One of these is yours, if you give me that gold," said Merlot.

"Don't be an idiot, you know the Commander has first crack," Nappa glared at him.

"He needs a bed slave," said Merlot. "He can have the younger of the two."

"Don't split us up!" Jennlynn pleaded. "We'll see your leader."

"I want to stay with Sister," Naiya whimpered. Merlot offered the leash end to a stunned and unsure Parsnip. He took the end, and glanced about as if he wasn't allowed to possess such a thing.

"He can at least pretend what it's like to have something of worth," Merlot whispered to Nappa.

"Ah well I guess we can let the whelp dream. Get up, Sergeant, stop groveling!" Nappa barked to Raditz. A jingle at Atomique's neck was followed by a tug. She got up and strode after Raditz, who had a firm hold on the leash.

"Terrific," she mumbled, seeing Merlot urging the older sister, followed by Parsnip with the younger. The boy couldn't be more than just a young man. Perhaps Goku's age.

"My cousin, and a corporal," Raditz muttered to her. "Doubtless you noticed the similarity."

"Are you allowed to talk to me?"" she whispered back.

"I spoke to you first. We must present our wares to the Commander. Be quiet, and listen well. I am hopeful he'll let me keep you, since I placed my claim," Raditz said with a sheepish look.

"So, you Might have to share?" she whispered.

"Not if he prefers the others," Raditz said. "We're here."

What struck her first and foremost was an eerie similarity between the white cloaked figure and Goku. Yet the women clustered around him of varying races, and the three who were pouring his wine or rubbing his shoulders, or making up his plate were well dressed. Although their clothes were made of diaphanous veils and silvery loose fabrics they were clean and covered most of the essentials. Brief hints of their curves beneath were visible. One of the females was covered in white fur, with a feline appearance. The second stood tall and regal with green skin and long emerald hair. She reminded Atomique of what an elf would look like. The third female was a young Saiyan girl who appeared to be little more than a teenager. She bore a striking resemblance to Raditz and the other one he said was named Parsnip. Long hair was twisted into a long braid that terminated at her waist. She wore minimal armor, with the veils tied about her in a skirt. Of the three females she wore no collar round her neck.

"My cousin Radicchio," Raditz said quietly. "Parsnip is her brother. Her mother died in the explosion that claimed my world."

"Are they concubines or whores?" she asked.

"They are his concubines. However, when Radicchio comes of age he will claim her as his mate. By Saiyan law a female must be 18 revs standard for bonding and a male must be of the same or more."

"At least he doesn't take underage girls does he?" she asked.

"He likes women, not girls," Raditz explained.

"So I see there are some new additions, Sub Commander," he said as Nappa saluted him. He pushed the female on the end of his leash down so her face was pressed against the floor. Turles rose from behind the desk littered with computer discs and other items of value he had been examining. Merlot strode over in response to his motioning.

"Merlot you'll catalogue each item and estimate their value. I trust this run was quite worth my time?"

"Yes sir," he nodded.

"Curious," sniffed Turles. "Parsnip, what are you hiding there behind you?"

"Two Idsarjin pleasure slaves that I bought on leave" he stammered.

"Hmm, for me?"

"The older one is Naiya, and the younger is Jennlynn," he said. "Neither is broken in."

"And you were going to let me chose one as a cut of my part?" Turles said.

Parsnip's face fell, and he said, "Begging your pardon I would really like ONE of them, and I do need a new bed slave."

"Take the younger. I shall have the older," said Turles. "So, pretty one, do you wish to serve a worthy master?"

"I live and die at your whim," Naiya said, nervously.

"Come here girl,' he said. Parsnip put the chain into his hand and Turles tugged the girl towards him. She swallowed hard and landed on her knees before him.

"No, don't separate us! Please milord!" called out the younger one.

"Give me a break," Atomique mumbled. Raditz hissed in her ear.

"Who said that?" Turles asked. "Raditz, what have you there?"

"Part of the Destroyer debt sir," he stammered. He glared at Atomique who mumbled, "Sorry."

"And what of the Destroyer debt, Sub Commander Nappa. Was there payment achieved?" he asked.

"One Destroyer female and ten million Aurites worth of gold, silver and platinum retrieved from their home world. They offered a counter contract that ran sour," Nappa said.

"And what of this special 'captive' they wished you to hunt? Is that her, Raditz? Is she really a matter transmuter? Bring her here," said Turles.

Raditz shoved her shoulder lightly, and she moved up so the slender yet muscular Saiyan commander could look at her. He was equal to Raditz in height, but his armored vest was sleeveless and sleek white like Vegita's, with the epaulettes overtop the long white cape.

"So, you're the one who couldn't keep her silence?" he smirked. "You disapprove of what you see?"

"Only that you seem to be one of those that would separate two sisters who are scared to death. How can they serve you if they're terrified?" asked Atomique.

"Shows that you know little of how I operate, female," Turles chuckled. "You think yourself so smart in the ways of my operation?"

"I wouldn't call myself an expert, sir," she shrugged. "But I was told that you prefer mature women, not teenaged girls. And I'm sure this poor thing is worried that she'll be sold to a master that will doubtless think it his privilege to mar her beauty with common whipping should she disobey. Can you stand by and think of her scratched and scarred?"

"Mmm, you think little of me, female. Come closer," said Turles, as he stood up and grasped her shoulder. Grabbing her chin he turned her head from side to side. Atomique glanced up at him through her glasses, not averting her gaze but staring him directly in the eyes.

"Yes sir?" she asked, tired and frustrated at this game.

"You're not afraid of me, are you?" said Turles quietly. "You're far older than I imagined. But I see that you have a body for child bearing and an intellect that would produce intelligent offspring. Perhaps I might consider adding you to my harem if you please me?"

"With all due respect, I was told Saiyans do not share their females. Was I incorrectly informed?" she asked.

"Who told you that?" he asked.

"Raditz did. I belong to him. And as tempting as your offer sounds, I would prefer to serve you better by serving him," she said. "Unless I'm much mistaken."

"Ah, what a pity," said Turles as he traced the bite mark on her neck. Leaning over her he suddenly slid his hands over her body with light squeezes. Atomique stood there staring straight ahead as he brought his nose close to her ear and neck. She remained as still as she could, feeling revulsion and a strange thrill at the caress and grope like a vendor selecting choice fruit.

He grasped a handful of her dark hair and tipped her head back. Before she knew it he had taken her butt in his hand and gave it a light pinch while he nipped at her nose.

Atomique tilted her head back, and left a light kiss on his cheek, then averted her gaze. Turles blinked in surprise, and then released her. He had expected her to melt into his arms or fight him. Instead this female had done neither. Simply she returned his gesture for one of her own with a mix of submissiveness and a reminder that she was still someone of her own authority. Needless to say Turles was intrigued, for Atomique had guessed his posturing strategy and had acted as a servant, not a slave.

"Interesting custom," he said. "You humans don't' bite?"

"A kiss on the cheek," she said quietly.

"You are bold, woman. Are you capable of transmuting base metals with ki, or other substances," Turles asked, drawing back with a smile of amusement.

"I transmute carbon, hydrogen and oxygen into various polymers," said Atomique. "I'm afraid I can't turn lead into gold."

"Humph, you may have your uses. You're older than I expected, but your body seems capable of breeding and carrying young, unlike those two children you have procured, Cellulose. You forget I want my women of childbearing age?"

"Sire these will be old enough in a few years," he apologized sheepishly.

"Zellbreen, take the newest females and see they are properly dressed for my inspection. If they meet my criterion they will be returned to those who lay claim," Turles said as he motioned for the other mercenaries to bring the females on their leashes. "I'll sell the two girls as domestics. We can't afford any dead weight."

"As slaves?" Atomique asked. "Wouldn't it be more pragmatic to groom them?"

"My my, you've got a tongue on you, female," Turles said. "Are you presuming to tell me how to do my job?"

"Merely stating a logical alternative," she said. "I apologize for speaking out of turn."

"Be sure that you mind your place. If you weren't so Saiyan looking you might have a place with my females. But you have that light of intelligence in your eyes. Are you not afraid of me?" he taunted lightly, running a finger lightly down her throat to trace over her collarbone.

"Not if you give me reason to?" she said with an incline of her head. "Am I to become part of your collection?"

"You're far too clever for that. You're not afraid of me, and you'd make a nuisance of yourself. No, you'll be better utilized in the lab. Raditz, I see you've marked her. Though she's older, she could have had the honor of being a second choice. But I've decided you can have her exclusively for breeding, provided she behaves."

"Breeding?" she glanced at him. Raditz blushed.

"You said you needed a SCIENTIST," she glanced at him. "Is there something I'm missing?"

"You marked her as mate? She's no Saiyan though she resembles one?" Turles snickered as he saw the mark on her neck.

"Sire, she is strong enough, and obnoxious enough," said Raditz.

"Thanks a million," she grumbled. "Look, do you want me for my mind or body? Either way I don't think you'd pass up a chance to put me to work on my back when I could do what you wanted in a lab standing behind a bench."

"Introduce her to your father, Raditz. I'm sure he can use a hand," said Turles.

"Thank you Commander," he said. "You'll not regret this."

"And perhaps if she works out, speak to that father of yours about computability. Get her some appropriate clothes. And if she gets out of hand, your tail's mine got it?" Turles said. "If you're as intelligent as you seem woman, you'll do exactly as your master says. Serve him, and serve me well, and you might even become one of my crew."

"What makes me different?"

"You don't meet my standards I fear," Turles sighed. "Not as a pleasure slave or harem girl. I have certain requirements. I'm afraid you're far too intelligent and since Raditz has served me well, I cannot dispute his right to a claim. Get her out of here Raditz and clean her up. She is too obnoxious to be in my harem. She's far too spirited."

"This way Tomic," he said, tugging on the leash round her neck." And bow when you're spoken to!"

"Apologies," she said, and inclined her head. "Have a nice day, Commander. See you later."

Raditz lightly tugged on the leash, urging her to walk before him. Atomique hugged herself once they exited the main chamber and started down a long corridor. He exhaled a sigh he had been holding, his muscles relaxing visibly.

"You are far cleverer than I imagined, woman," Raditz said quietly.

"Would you have REALLY let him have me?" she asked.

"Only under duress. He would not have taken you truly. It seems you knew that he wasn't serious," he mumbled.

"The way he reacted to me he's like most males. They prefer women that are pretty to look at. When they have a choice of pretty young things they chose them over middle age nerds like me," she said.

"Nerds?"

"Dark haired heavy girls with glasses," she said with a nervous laugh. Raditz wondered why she was shivering and slapping her arms with her hands.

"Mmmph, you talk too much, but I am relived you are not of his criterion. For whom would I argue with?" he asked.

"You misinformed me on a lot of counts! There are Saiyan females, when you clearly said there weren't, and there seem to be more Saiyan males then I was led to believe."

"I reveal only what needs to be revealed. Would you tell an enemy your true nature?" Raditz asked.

"Perhaps not," she said.

"There are no reasons to hide now, woman," he said. "Since he approves of you as my choice."

"Breeding? Give me a break!"

"I marked you as concubine and mate," said Raditz. "It's unusual for a non Saiyan to bite a male back."

"That's why you flipped out. I was overstepping my rank?"

"Yes," said Raditz. "And you'll soon learn the consequences for such brashness."

"Whipping and abuse?" she mumbled.

"No, procedures most don't undergo. But we will speak of it later," he said. They stopped before a hatch that he stared at. Barking a codeword, the door clicked open. He nudged her in, and then followed.

Atomique glanced around the slightly spherical chamber. It seemed half grown, organic plastics and metal woven together in a series of chambers the size of a small apartment. Table, chairs and a sizeable bed that was reinforced. She felt Raditz reach up and unfasten the chain from the collar around her neck first.

"If you behave we don't need this here," he said.

"I'm house broken," she joked, feeling her body growing cold and numb. The stresses of the past twenty-four hours were catching up. All the time she had held her cool was taking its toll on her physical body. Realizations hit home that she would not see Fermi and Bohr again, and she hugged herself.

"Are you cold?" Raditz asked.

"Yes," she nodded. "I don't feel well."

"Sit down," Raditz said, nudging her towards the expansive bed. She sat there, leaning over and hugging her knees.

"I feel cold. I can't get warm," she mumbled.

"Perhaps we can change that, woman," he said with a lascivious leer. "You're filthy, and you need cleansing."

"Not another damn high tech thing you're rubbing in my face, Raditz," she groaned.

"Unless you want to embarrass me by proving you're a primitive low class baka," said Raditz, hoping to get a rise out of her.

"Watch who you're calling low class baka!" she snorted.

"Don't push your luck, female," said Raditz with a laugh. He leaned down and scooped her up, tossing her over his shoulder. With the flat of his hand he dealt a stinging slap to her sizable backside. Not hard enough to seriously hurt, but enough to titillate and remind her he was in charge.

"Oh pardon ME, Master. Forgive your little bed slave for her infraction," she said sarcastically as Raditz carried her towards what appeared to be a hygiene area. At least that was what she was thinking at the moment directly after the word 'bathroom'. Strangely every few minutes a stray thought would creep out of nowhere into her mind. Such thoughts were alien to her experience; formed of syllables and impressions that were nothing she'd think of except in her wildest imagination.

"Quiet with you, woman," said Raditz with a deep laugh. His shoulder vibrated under her chest as he set her down on the counter. "It's time you learned how Saiyan armor is taken off, and put on."

"Are you throwing me a line?"

"A line? No, I want you to take off my armor idiot," he said.

"Obviously you and I have a LOT to learn about flirting," she said, moving over to probe his armor to see how it fastened on. Realization hit home because she suddenly remembered how cold and weepy she felt seconds before. Raditz had effectively distracted her from this by his stupid games.

"Humph and you say you're smart? Primitive," he snorted as she struggled.

"Give me a moment, Tarzan. This isn't rocket science but it's not beyond even my mere human comprehension," she griped back. Raditz felt the clasps shift to his surprise, loosing the large breastplate and back piece of his armor. With a grunt she shoved up, and he minimally assisted her in shoving it up and over his head. He held out both arms, placing his booted feet apart at the width of his shoulders. Revealed now was the AE suit that stretched over his broad muscular chest. Although she had only felt it and seen it hours before, her body tingled in the nether regions at the sight of the tight material encasing his figure.

"Humph, you cannot deny that you like what you see, woman," he smirked. She untied the bindings of his gauntlets, slipping them off. They fastened with simple ties that snapped together. Carefully she set them down next to his armor. Then the hip pieces and groin guards were next to go. He shoved her gently down on one knee towards the boots. She had to stoop to undo the bindings around his ankles. Something swatted her backside, causing her to grunt in annoyance.

"Stupid jerk," she grumbled.

"What was that?"

"I thought your Saiyan hearing was superior to mine," she said. Squinting she repositioned her glasses on her face.

"You're blind without those transparent lenses?" Raditz asked.

"Virtually," she said. "I see shapes and shadows."

"Mph obviously it's the sign of a species that spends much time in front of technological equipment. Weak," he snorted. "Unless you have other senses to compensate."

"Not really. I'm not psychic, although I do have a gut instinct. But it's plain old emotional sensitivity from being a nerd," she said. "Only thing to my credit is a slightly enhanced sense of smell. And it's telling me you reek as much as I do, Tarzan."

"Must you insult me with that name I have no comprehension of? You're starting to annoy me woman," he growled.

"Use my name, and I'll use yours, oh master," she grumbled, finally freeing his legs from the boots.

AE Stockings were peeled down, revealing his muscular legs. His skin was slightly tougher than hers was, the body hair about the same abundance of most human males was. The seam of the AE suit came apart at the waist and front by simply running her fingers over it. The cloth had viscous elastic memory, and she discerned the structure of the polymer. Strangely part of her alchemy training allowed her to use ki to sense the molecular structure of anything containing organic molecules. Each organic compound had its own resonance. A slight disruption of molecular bonds was possible, and Raditz saw the fabric peel off then reform under her crackling fingers.

"Showoff," he snorted.

"Polymers," she grinned. "So you're not so highly advanced then Chikyuu."

"I thought your world didn't use synthetic materials," he laughed.

"My world, the Alchemy world, as you so deem it, doesn't use excessive technology when alchemy will do. And we do know what polymers are. It's just that wood and other natural products are so much easier to sustain. Although we think in terms of 92 elements in the State Alchemy program, they are arranged into the five categories of fire, air, earth, water and life. Tucker may have been the sewing life alchemist, but I as a former pupil was given the name Carbon Alchemist by Fuhrer King Bradley himself."

"You babble too much, woman," Raditz snorted. "I am a third class guard of Commander Turles special elite mercenaries."

"Where do I fit into your rank structure?" she asked, peeling the cloth away to reveal his scarred chest. Momentarily she caught herself staring. His tail flickered down and twisted around her wrist, guiding her hands towards where he most wanted them. Lightly she ran her small hands over his current obsessions. Raditz was amused that her small hands were firm and scarred with many chemical burns. Like his hands.

"Mmm, funny you should ask," he purred, tail swishing back and forth as she caressed his firm muscles. His chest was slick and smooth with no hair. But far denser to her sense of feeling. The intrinsic properties of matter were easy for her to discern. Raditz tail snaked down and tickled her hips before snaring her waist to drag her up.

"You forgot one other item of my armor, woman," he said. Grumbling she reached up and dragged the scouter off his ear, folding it and setting it aside.

"Jerk," she growled, showing her blunt human teeth.

"My turn, Tomic," he purred. He liked how his female was not muscle bound, but still sturdy and strong with her wide hips. Large breasts were freed, hanging without support. Unlike the concubines that were the top choices of Turles, she was curved where he was angled. Between his fingers he could pinch two inches of soft female flesh, instead of hard muscle. It was a nice sensation. Her cheek was level with his hard muscular solar plexus. His tail suddenly lifted her up on its own so she was level with his face.

"Good grief, it's stronger then I imagined."

"A Saiyan tail has many uses, and considering I can theoretically hold my own weight on this," he chuffed.

"In Bejitasei gravity or earth gravity. You must weigh two tons in your native environment," she laughed. "Which makes me ask, why is the ship at one tenth your natural gravity? To accommodate the slaves?"

"Yes. This leads me to the next order of business. You have seen the slaves wearing those strange garments. When we train in high gravity, they must be clear of the chambers. But you will become accustomed to our gravity."

"How, without being crushed?"

"Use your alchemy and change your own body, of course," he said.

"It's not that easy," she mumbled.

"You will learn. Although my father might find a way around it," he said.

"Your father, I thought he was DEAD the way you spoke."

"My father is chief scientist on board the ship. You'll be his assistant," Raditz said. "After we bathe you'll meet him. You are to address him as Professor Bardock or Sir. And you are not to overstep your ken of technologies. If you try to use your know-how to devise an escape he can tell it."

"I'm glad that I'm not going to be a pleasure slave," she said, stroking his chest.

"You seem glad that he rejected you. Strange, most females would be sad to be rejected. He's a powerful man," said Raditz. “And he lavishes great wealth in exchange for sexual favors.”

"I don't doubt that he is attractive. Many females like power and wealth. But you claimed me as yours. And even though your laws are alien, they are some sort of code. And without a code there's anarchy. You're a known quantity, and I feel safer dealing with whatever you will put me through than him."

"That doesn't mean I will be lenient should you disobey. I'm your master," Raditz growled.

"My master," she said soberly. "Not mate?"

"You are not Saiyan, woman. That means we are not equals," he said with a low growl.

"But I'm not a slave, because if I was you wouldn't have hesitated to let Turles have me. I could see it was hard for you to give me over to him," she said quietly.

"Don't make too much of it. You're my property. And you're far more useful working for my father, and in my bed pleasing me," Raditz said.

"Then why haven't you given me to him?" she snorted.

"He had a bonded mate, and desires no woman but his concubine Bharberah. She is his principle concubine and his principle assistant scientist. She's an Idsarjin pleasure slave but she is also a scientist and intellectual. Not all our slaves and females are bed warmers and breeders. She's earned her place of honor."

"So I'm no slave?"

"Servant. Fourth class," said Raditz quietly. "Not slave."

"I see. Not an untouchable, but a serf," she nodded.

"The ring tells others you belong to a third class. As the bite marks you as my concubine," Raditz said quietly. "Father will be pleased that I will have a female to please me and work for him. If you do as he says you'll bring good reputation to me."

"Are concubines breeders?"

"Yes female. Your body construction is ideal for child bearing. And your natural intelligence will insure that any offspring will be smart. But your cycles are limited in length for it seems you are at the top of your fertility cycle."

"I'm capable of getting pregnant. I carried two children," she said.

"Where are they?"

"Gone. None of your concern," she said harshly.

"I see," Raditz said. "Did they share your power?"

"No," she said. "They belong to another man who took them in. But he didn't take me as a wife or concubine. Those that opposed the old Red Ribbon army killed the man I once loved. He was a soldier for Colonel Mustang's regiment in Central."

"Not all of you soldiers were State Alchemists?" he chuffed.

"Only one or two pass the exams per year. The youngest was the elder Elric brother. I passed when I was sixteen, and sponsored by the sewing life alchemist. `Til I was recruited for work in Central. Making chimeras and other life experiments," she said quietly. "But you know this if you've seen my file."

"I have. Your experience will be very useful to my father. Now enough idle talk. You must bathe with me," he said.