Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Payment in Full: Saiyan's 2nd Chance ❯ Penalties for Kindness ( Chapter 6 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: StarbearerTM
Atomique acquiesces for now to Raditz, who rewards her. But when the ship's gravity is turned up to half Bejitasei normal, will she be crushed? Or can Bardock use science to help her?

Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Romance / Hentai / Drama / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.20.2006 | Updated On: 07.22.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.5K | Visits: 436 | Status: Work In Progress

 
Raditz' piece of the action
By StarbearerTM aka Trynia Merin
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Penalties for Kindness
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The next day she was feeling the tingling in her arm. She turned over and awoke to the sound of Raditz cursing someone out at the front door to their quarters. Blinking she looked up to see his back to her, which pretty much was dominated by the cascade of black spiky hair that reached past his shapely ass. Both legs were bare, except for the thigh bracelet on his left leg. As he shifted his weight from one foot to the other she saw his tail threshing back and forth like that of an angry cat.
"But sir," Persia protested. "Your father…"
"Tell my FATHER that he can send the history tapes here. My woman needs to learn self defense because she's HOPELESS! And if he's that damn curious he can speak to my face!" Raditz snapped.
She blinked; realizing that she had understood a great deal of what he was saying for it was not English. Grabbing something from the slave with a snort, he added, "Now you can LEAVE!"
The door slid shut with a clang, and he turned, cursing about 'low class slaves' and 'stupid women'. She pretended to be asleep, lying on her side. The bed shifted as Raditz must have sat on it, and she heard the sounds of plates being shifted on metal. Gently something rough yet warm brushed her hair from her face. The fingers slid down her clavicle to rest in her sterna notch, before tracing over her breasts with far more delicacy then she thought possible.
"Silly woman, what am I going to do with you," he grunted in that same language that seemed little more than harsh guttural words and grunts. His voice was deep yet stirring when he wasn't shouting at the top of his lungs or barking battle orders.
She moaned and stirred, making a dramatic point of murmuring his name. Something tickled as it traced over her bare skin like a hundred soft whispers of fine hair. Up and down her body it flickered, teasing her and causing her to twitch. Something pulled the sheets aside, while a soft object snaked over her body, slowly wrapping around one thigh. Again the hundreds of bristles landed on her breast, followed by a warm puff of air on her neck. Firm lips pressed to that place on her neck that slightly stung while weight again shifted.
Still feigning sleep she lifted her arms and put them around his neck, dragging his face towards hers. She heard Raditz' surprised grunt as she sought his lips with hers. Bare skin pressed to her breasts, hard muscle that lay down on top of her with its mass and weight. Thrusting her tongue into his mouth she tasted a hint of blood, spices and a dozen other distinct flavors suggesting he had eaten breakfast already.
Through his chest she felt a vibration akin to a cat's purr only a thousand times louder. It almost resembled a lion's roar or a rumbling vibration of an industrial sized electric toothbrush muffled in a washcloth. Not that she was in the habit of swathing various things to hear low frequencies. His considerable tongue thrust past her lips to trace the insides of her mouth then yielded to allow her to enter his in turn. Parting her legs she let him rest his muscular body on top of hers. For some reason she felt particularly aroused, perhaps it was because he had shown real concern for her.
"I don't know what's come over you female, but I'm quite pleased of it," he rumbled against her ear.
"You're very sexy when you're not screaming at the top of your lungs," she laughed. Raditz saw a genuine smile for the first time on the female's face, and it stunned him how her brown eyes sparkled in a way that he had seen Lyssra's face light up at the look of his father.
"And when you're not shrilling at me, you're quite pleasant in your own way, not as annoying," he responded.
"Take me," she whispered. "I freely offer myself to you."
"Mmm," Raditz growled, as she reached up and helped him off with the pieces of his armor. Fingers tangled in her hair as he dragged her head down. The nape of her neck was delicate. With but a twist he could kill her, but his touch was equally gentle.
"You too," he said. Fur tickled just under her breasts, adding stimulation.
Raditz timed his actions just as Napa had happened to boast and brag. What he knew of mating came from various encounters with Idsarjin pleasure girls and others he had taken his comfort with. After she stopped shaking, he repositioned her so she sprawled on top of him. Raditz watched her in wonder.
"Yes female, that's it, perfect," he growled, digging his fingers into her hips. She gasped as they left purple bruise marks. His tail lashed against her wrist, dragging it down. With a snarl he thrust hard up into her hands. Atomique lay back with Raditz flipping her over so he covered her with the rest of his white seed. At first he wondered if she would think it vulgar, then he noticed her hugging herself while trailing fingers through it. Lifting a saturated finger she brought it to her lips to taste the saltiness.
"So warm," she murmured, rubbing it all over her body. Such a ready acceptance of his scent pleased Raditz, for he grabbed her hips with both hands to pull her onto his lap.
"I'm not done with you yet, Tomik," he grunted in Saiyanese.
"Whatever you will, Radz-chan, I'm yours,' she whispered. "I submit to your whims."
Without him even having to ask she braced hands on his chest, nodding while he lifted her with massive hands. With a hiss of effort she struggled to sheath him in her. Both joined and regarded one another directly in the eyes at that moment of completion.
At a torturously slow pace she rocked, using her hands against his wrists for leverage. Raditz was taking it far slower than he ever would, realizing that there was something to being gentle. After all he'd been very hard with her, judging from the bites and bruises.
She clung to him, shakily. Licking his lips he enfolded her in his arms, marveling at the warmth that filled him. He enjoyed protecting her in this way. Still tangled with him she reached over with a piece of fruit and held it to his lips to feed him. A lascivious glint filled her eyes and Raditz flipped her over with a growl.
"I feel too good to be dead, but I must be after that," she gasped.
"You should eat more bloody meat," he said, chewing up a bit. She leaned automatically towards him, accepting the chewed mouthful from his lips. This Saiyan custom no longer disturbed her at all.
"Tastes like you," she laughed. He flared his ki to warm her, enjoying how she played with his hair.
"Your burns are healing quite nicely,' he remarked, fingering the skin where the ointment crusted and flaked off.
"Mirror?" she asked. Raditz helped her up, turning her gaze towards the far wall. She grabbed her glasses, sliding them on to see here there nestled in his lap. They made an incongruous pair, both with tanned skin and dark hair, his much darker then hers. Yet the fur on his tail was a match for hers hair. Sweat soaked his body and hers, encrusted with the dried white streaks of his cum and her sweetness.
"Cleansing and armor, then we eat some more, Tomakt," he said, using a harsher Saiyan sounding pronunciation of her name.
Briefly she wondered if she was suffering from Stockholm syndrome. Her rational scientific mind took in all available data. Such acquiescence to her captor seemed alarming at first. Nevertheless she had pleased him, and he was treating her well in return. She would think later about what he might be buttering her up for.
Inside the cleansing chamber she rubbed surfactant between her hands. Fully she saturated his thick mane of black spikes with it, scrubbing with her fingers. Raditz purred, sitting down on the floor of the cleansing unit so she could scratch his scalp. For a moment she felt as if she were petting a huge lion capable of jumping and killing her any moment while at the same time being soothed by her touch. Every muscle of the alien vibrated with tension and ki. She could feel the density of his body so different from her own, wondering how she had survived mating with him.
Glancing down she looked at her body again. Raditz grunted for her to kneel so he could wash her back with small strokes of his fingers clenched around a sponge. His tail flickered soap down her bared breasts to assist the process.
Up and down her hand, shoulder and the left side of her face was a slightly pink mottling. In some strange way it looked rugged. Along her back he saw speckles that suggested the acid burns she'd suffered in Alchemy school. A scar ran up one leg, from a shrapnel injury, and the various imperfections in her body were quite known to him. Massive scars crossed his chest, then down one leg. Most of them were covered by his armor, but she was one of the few who saw them.
"I was wondering," she said.
"What female?" he grunted, wiping away the surfactant with vapor and a sandblast.
"You and Napa wear armor, and no bodysuit, but many of the others do. Any reason?"
"It only gets in our way," he chuffed.
"I thought the less skin covered the more adventurous," she joked.
"You have strange ideas female," he laughed.
"But seriously, any reason?"
"The discretion of the wearer. While we Saiyans all wear requisite battle armor, each of us has the option to wear what portions we wish," he said.
"Thus you have epaulettes because you're a rank above your father, but still third class," she said.
"Indeed. But enough of such matters. I must teach you proper self-defense. We've MUCH to work on if you're to fight effectively at my side," he said.
"Why? I thought I was working for your father," she said.
"You have MUCH to learn, and as your master I'm responsible for protecting my property. Including the arts of self-defense. I cannot have you embarrassing me by letting someone else beat your ass," Raditz teased.
"Hey!" she said, thumping his chest. Yet the twinkle in his eyes suggested he was messing with her.
"Get up and see if you can walk straight," he joked, helping her up. They exited the cleansing unit while slapping and play hitting one another.
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The uniform was the same as before, but repaired. She opted to wear the shorter AE suit that left her lower thighs and calves visible. Bracing her foot on the bed she rolled up the legs. Raditz grunted with a strange look of approval when he saw she left the leg ring on her upper left thigh visible for all to see. From the other third class she'd seen, they had various arm rings, but he was the only Saiyan she'd seen with a thigh bracelet.
Lyssra had a band of the same metal on her upper right arm, in the same place as Bardock's. Oddly enough she thought only Saiyans had them. Fiddling with the metal she found it had somehow attached itself to her skin, and she was hard pressed to remove it.
She set to the task of helping him on with his armor while he stood with outstretched arms. Something erotic about dressing her male filled her with mirth. Just why she should be so nice to him was a mystery, yet a hint of kindness seemed to change her whole outlook. Perhaps he did care if she lived or died, and that was enough to latch onto.
Even the leash snapped to the gold collar around her neck did not bother her as much. A small plan had germinated in her brain the night before. Be submissive and observe as much as she could to find any possible way out. That meant slowly immersing herself in the role of concubine and servant till she learned all she could with her powers of observation. If she played Raditz properly she could somehow move him towards the ways she wished. Perhaps it could be done.
Was their attitude toward females much like Neanderthals, she puzzled. Atomique was grateful that sometimes her brain rattled into scientific conundrums to occupy her from the present reality. Such hyper focusing seemed to do her well in this strange environment. Lately each step seemed far more difficult to make, and she landed on her knees.
"Raditz," she gasped.
"What female?"
"I can't… move… I feel so heavy, is the gravity being increased?"
"Drek, some idiot must have upped the G's to half Bejitasei normal," Raditz grumbled, reaching down to pick her up.
"I must weigh five hundred pounds," she gasped.
"You're still not very heavy by Saiyan standards. I can lift my own weight easily in standard Vegetasei norm," he snorted.
"I can't exist, my bones will crack," she gasped, surging her powers to her limbs. Forcing the protein and molecules to rearrange from calcium phosphate and somehow reinforce her bone structure. What was denser, yet lighter, she wondered? A Long distant page spoke of carbon fibers arranged in what were called nanotubes. Picturing the structure in her mind, she pushed some of the calcium phosphate and Raditz felt a slight change in her density.
"Your muscles aren't accustomed to this," Raditz said.
"Anything near 10 G's will make me black out," she gasped. "Humans can't withstand anything over ten…"
"Can't you change your body?"
"I can't change mass, only my molecular structure's density," she cursed.
"That won't matter soon. The ship is kept at half Vegetasei normal most of the time, because the Idsarjin's ambient gravity is that. I'm taking you to Father. I had not anticipated you'd be so fragile," Raditz cursed. She groaned as he surrounded her in ki to screen out what little he could of the gravity.
"Father, do something about Tomakt, she's being crushed by the ship's gravity," Raditz shouted as he burst in.
"Drek, put her in the regen tank," said Bardock. Cellulose helped to put the human female in a large tank of fluid. She gasped, glad for the buoyancy of the liquid to at least support her in a semi weightless state.
"Can hardly breathe," she gasped.
"She's using her ki to change herself," muttered Bardock. "Drek, we have to work fast if we're going to make this work."
"Do what?"
"We can keep the gravity at one tenth ours in that tank. But if she continues to be so fragile, she cannot stay with us," said Bardock.
"Father, she's very valuable to me," Raditz snorted.
"I see, and for what reason?"
"You know it as well as I do!" Raditz snorted.
"Cellulose, call Minister Khaulif and tell him we have a subject for grafting," said Bardock with a sigh. "I'll have to turn her over to him."
"We don't even know if that will WORK!" Raditz snorted.
"She's closer evolutionarily then Idsarjin are. Judging from the genetic samples there's less then 99 percent difference between Human and Saiyan DNA. In a higher gravity perhaps they could have adapted," Bardock mumbled, pulling up her Gene scan as Cellulose punched his scouter to call up the minister.
The last question running through her mind was where was Lyssra? Why was Cellulose assisting Bardock at every turn instead of the 4th class? Usually Bardock kept her at his side almost like she was an extension of him. Had something unfortunate befallen her.
"Relax female, it will be much easier soon," Bardock mumbled.
"You are hopeful, but she is strong. I'm certain it will work," Cellulose said as she dropped into a black pit of weariness.
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