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Payment in Full

By StarbearerTM aka Trynia Merin

Unbeta'd version

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Father and Son Friction

They arrived at the cafeteria, glancing around. Bardock led them to a table where three male Saiyans and a female were already stuffing their faces from the mounds of food piled high. The sole female had short hair, much like Videl's. Her features were lovely, and she had her tail curled around that of the male next to her, who wore a dark red headband. He had multiple scars up and down his body. A more portly Saiyan sat to his left, while a very tall and stout one was across.

"Your son finally found a female?" the female Saiyan said as she leaned over and spoke to her commander.

"That'd be the case. Perhaps that idiot will finally contribute to continuing our race against oblivion. Honestly I don't know what to do with that glory hunter sometimes. Ever since he's been on Nappa's brigade he's been nothing but arrogant. Apparently he thinks he's too good for a third class," Bardock said sullenly.

"He's still young," Toma reminded him.

"She's Fasha," Bharbera whispered to Atomique. "That's her mate Toma, and her brother Celerick. The heavier set one is Pamboukin. He's the veteran."

Celerick, Fasha's brother, rolled his eyes. "Don't remind me. Ever since he came back he's wanted little to do with our squad. Never mind that his own flesh and blood leads it."

"I don't want to talk about this now," Bardock glared at them. "That's enough."

Bharbera suddenly came with Atomique in tow. Bardock nodded, indicating she should keep the female standing. "This is Tomic. She's working on the materials weapons research. Introduce yourself, girl."

"Fourth class scientist Tomic at your service," Atomique said, glancing at the table.

"Don't just stare, let her sit down at least," Fasha mumbled. "You look hungry girl. I'm sure it wouldn't kill to have her sitting with us."

"Fourth class or no?" snorted Atomique.

"Shut up and sit down girl. You've been invited," Bardock grumbled at her. Bharbera motioned to her to sit on Bardock's other side, near where Fasha said with Toma.

"Where the hell are you from girl?" Pamboukin chuckled. Despite his crass manner he seemed harmless. The masculine manner about him that put her nervousness at ease. Bardock was very matter of fact, only concerned with her skills. It was somewhat refreshing to be treated in a totally dispassionate manner. Gruff but kind, she thought. But definitely someone you wouldn't want as an enemy.

"You may tell them, girl," Bardock said. "And eat something or that idiot son of mine will never shut the hell up."

"Right sir," she nodded, letting Bharbera fix her a plate. The two of them shared off of the large trencher. Female slaves ate off their master's platters, and since Raditz was not here, Bharbera and Bardock provided her with food from their portions.

"All of you report to Commander Turles?" she asked.

"All of us," he nodded.

"Those few of us left alive," added Fasha.

***

A few tables away, Raditz sat with the other members of his squad. They were all under Nappa's direct command. He was pensively chewing on his raw Styracosaur ribs and sneaking glances at Bardock's table.

Perhaps it was the palpable musk smell he discerned from the other male Saiyans in such close quarters. Or perhaps it was something else. But he couldn't help his mind's eye flickering with the images. He wanted her again, and he felt jealous that she was enjoying the company of his father's team instead of sitting on his lap where she belonged. Not after he had tasted her that other day. Raditz felt himself grow hard at the thought of that first time:

His hands moved down to span her hips. They were unusually wide for a human, at least those that he had seen. Atomique willingly let him turn her body so she sat facing him in his massive lap. Rough hands probed her female body with pinching gropes. He withdrew from the kiss, looking at her with dark bottomless pits of midnight black.

"A warning female, do NOT touch or grab my tail. If you do, it will be most dangerous," Raditz warned her.

"You'll kill me?" she asked. "What kind of an idiot do you THINK I am?"

"You know more about my species then I gathered," he mumbled.

"You're not going to do this in the open exposed are you?" she asked, nervously.

"Hardly," Raditz mumbled, reaching down to seize her body. Automatically she wound her thighs around his hips to his delight, signaling her acceptance of the inevitable. Always it pleased him more to have a willing partner. While he had sometimes taken his pleasure forcefully, few seemed as promising as this creature so Saiyan in appearance. She was far denser than most of the humans here, to his surprise. Perhaps it was due to her different dimensional origin.

Juice from the fruits lay sweet on the female's lips. Raditz pondered the strange food sharing ritual the humans called a kiss as he slid down the incline to where he had landed his pod in a crater near Napa's. While they had used the dimensional jump equipment, they had fastened the same apparatus to their space ships so they would not leave their equipment behind should they be stuck.

Already the small G sequence star slid down to the horizon in a ball of burning gold. He leaned over, contorting himself to sit inside the cramped interior.

Plunking the female on his lap, he held her firmly with huge hands. "Don't move or attempt to touch anything because you could cause yourself..."

"I repeat I'm NOT stupid. Would I be dumb enough to tamper with technology I have no clue about? I'm a chemist, not an engineer."

"That explains it," he said, pressing a control.

"What's THAT supposed to mean?" she asked, grimacing.

"Why you waste energy on making those foolish plastics," said Raditz, reaching up to touch her chest.

"Oh man, I hope this wasn't a mistake," she panted. A wave of desire spread over her entire body with the sensation of those huge digits judging the dimensions of her body.

"Far less feeble, small female then I thought."

"Who are you calling small, Saiyan?" she asked. "I'm a size bloody 20, and don't you FORGET it! Most people consider me FAT for a human, but I think in THIS case it might not be such a bad thing?"

"You are almost Saiyan in appearance, female. Which is all the better for what I'm about to try," he snickered. The hatch whirred shut, locking them into the enclosed space of a tin baseball.

"Oh man did I make a mistake," she gasped, inhaling deeply. Atomique hated the fact she was claustrophobic. Trapped inside a pod with a seven-foot tall alien monkey man in the space ship the size of a one-person car was disturbing.

"You're still frightened of me?" he asked in amusement.

"No. I hate enclosed spaces..." she panted, sweating heavily. "I can't... breathe!"

"Nonsense... there is sufficient air from the atmosphere... now stop hyperventilating. I don't want you passing out while I take my pleasure!" he snorted.

"Can I at least... face you?" she gasped.

"Of course silly female," he mumbled, turning her around so she straddled his lap. Rock hard thighs moved under her soft ones, separated only by the sweat soaked cloth of her uniform. Her glasses steamed up with condensation, indicating the rapid puffs of breath. Raditz pulled her hands between them.

Something uncurled from his waist, flickering around to hold her there.

She held her breath, sliding her hands up and down over the armor that was uncomfortable between them. Shifting her hips she wanted to show him she was willing. Her arms slid up to wrap around his neck and raise her lips to cover his again. Raditz strong hands slid up and down her back. He stared past her tilted head to peer down her back. Their lips merged in another deep kiss, hands roaming over one another. He sensed the tension, smirking because he anticipated that universal question unspoken. However her small fingers danced obligingly through his thick forest of abundant hair.

"This is going to be difficult, because you're far stronger than I am," she mumbled.

"You are close to being ready for me, I can smell it," he inhaled, closing his eyes. They snapped open again. "Undress before I tear these garments off, female."

"Please, pick something I can live with," she grimaced.

"Tomic, continue... don't touch the tail, or I'll be extremely displeased!" he mumbled, dark eyes closed.

Effectively he trapped her by snaring her waist with it, she realized. If she moved wrong, he could crush her ribs with the furry appendage twined about her hips. Gingerly she unbuttoned her coat, feeling his hot breath fanning her face. Snarling Raditz grabbed her coat and ripped it to shreds till she was in her underpants and bra. On the floor of the pod lay her clothes in a heap. Raditz reached up to shift the skirt of his armor."Precious one, you're not in charge here," he scolded.

"I'm not... well I haven't DONE this in a while," she gritted her teeth at him.

"Even better Tomic," he murmured.

"There," she nodded, panting as she pulled off her glasses. Raditz removed his scouter, and set it to the side along with his gauntlets.

"Move back," he urged, opening the door of the space pod. Shivering cold air blasted her bare back while he lifted his breastplate up and off. Then he left the hatch open, allowing the atmosphere to surge around them. He would easily know of any danger from the scouter still activated to his left elbow. He murmured deep purring moans, his tail tightening around to hold her there straddling his lap. As he touched her, she pressed her forehead to his neck.

"No more games," he growled, lifting her with his tail.

"Shimatta," she gasped.

"You talk entirely too much," he grunted, feeling her hands braced against his chest. No matter what he did during this she was determined to derive some pleasure. Her hands grabbed onto the sides of his face, lips sealing his off with a hungry kiss. Raditz chortled at the sensation of her small teeth biting at his neck."I know Raditz tell me something I don't know," she gurgled, then thrust her tongue hungrily into his mouth. He laughed at the taste of her blood in his lips.

"You're a fierce little thing," he laughed.

"I sometimes bite back just so you know," she gasped.

"All the better for you. I'm enjoying this far more than I'd anticipated," he said, shoving her mouth towards his shoulder. "Try and bite me if you can with those teeth."

"Do you willingly give yourself exclusively to me, female?" he whispered.

"Yes," she nodded. He hissed at the feel of her teeth nibbling on his ears and neck. Then he shifted forwards so her legs could span his waist. Sturdy thighs clamped like a vise that could have crushed a human male, but Raditz enjoyed the strength. She was far stronger then most of the weak vermin that he had originally observed. Perhaps she would be strong enough to mate with him more than just a few times. Tears of unknown pleasure rolled down her cheeks as Atomique let him find his pleasure and surprisingly give her much in return.