Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Payment in Full: Saiyan's 2nd Chance ❯ Initiation Rites ( Chapter 7 )

Raditz' piece of the action

By StarbearerTM aka Trynia Merin

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Soon Atomique felt that buoyant sensation. Sights and sounds gelled in the blue fluid. For a moment she wondered why there was such horrendous pain in every bone in her body. Yet the gentle undulation of the fluid tingled and soothed her body. Under the pressure of the world around her everything had become blocked out.

 

Now all she felt was a dull ache in her bones. She blinked to peer around her at the laboratory, which appeared to be more like a series of vertical tanks. It dawned on her she was in a regeneration tank with electrodes hooked up to her body. A nasty hot poker seemed to have rammed itself up her very spine, for it jolted from the base of her spine up to her back.

 

"What the hell, is my spine crushed from the gravity?" she wondered. Anxiously she tried moving her arms. To her delight she could turn her head back and forth. Then she twitched her fingers. Next came the shifting of her legs.

 

In a tank nearby she saw another figure floating. Bluish green hair drifted around the face, obscuring it from her view so she couldn't identify its owner. Nevertheless it was nude, save the electrodes that partly covered all the essentials. Around the waist coiled the only item of clothing, something that looked like a belt.

 

To her shock the body in the tank near hers twitched. Suddenly the belt unlatched, drifting down to move of its own accord. Then she realized it wasn't a belt but a furry tail. Whoever it was had to be Saiyan, she groaned. As she attempted to move her body, another ramrod of sheer white agony raced up her spine, causing her to hug her body.

 

Up and down her arms the body hair seemed as thick and dark as she remembered. Had Raditz brought her here to make sure she was in the tank? Atomique last recalled Bardock and Raditz arguing while he dragged her here. Now she saw the armored figures of several Saiyans in scouters and lab smocks moving back and forth with their critical glances. One she even recognized as Cellulose, for he peered towards the female figure in the next tank over with a strange lascivious leer.

 

"Sicko," thought Atomique. Glancing down she saw that she was completely nude, except for something about her waist. In a panic she thought she saw fur. Thick dark hair fluttered past her face, not looking much like her own hair.

 

It became impossible to breathe. Cellulose moved over to look at her with those dark bottomless eyes, making her skin crawl. Angrily she yelled into the mask, thrashing arms and legs despite the pain. If only she could transmute something, rearrange molecular bonds to generate a HOLE. Unfortunately she saw a crackling of ki in her fingers that fizzled to nothingness. Energy drained momentarily in her body.

 

She blinked up into Cellulose's sneering face. Anger filled her being manifesting in her choking throat. Although breathing through the mask was possible, respiration temporarily seemed impossible. Instead she formed virulent thoughts to spit into his mind like sparks, ::You bastard what the HELL did you do to me?::

 

Cellulose glanced right at her, smiling. Thoughts not her own formed in her mind ::Temper temper. Such hash judgement to one that has done you a favor.::

 

::What FAVOR?:: she reprimanded, forming her thoughts into coherent words.

 

::Why am I in here?::

 

::You'll see soon enough female,:: Cellulose nodded at her, licking his lips.

 

::Get bent,:: Atomique shot towards him.

 

Into her immediate view through the blue goo appeared the tall figure with white cloak. He sniffed, staring up at her, then the other tanks next to her on left and right. Voice muffled through the liquid, she discerned him saying, "Take them out."

 

A female she recalled being Napa's mate also joined them, glancing towards the suspended figures as if they were merchandise being appraised. "What are their names before I get started?"

 

"Cabernet, I present to you… what were the names given?"

 

"Commander Turles requested that they be given the names of the donors," said Cellulose. "That's my suggestion."

 

"Let me see, Zucchini, Marrow, Pepper, Tomakt, Lessyra," he recited, staring at the small electronic slate handed to him by Cellulose. "Where is Sgt. Bardock?"

 

"In his lab sir."

 

"He'll be informed his concubine has successfully undergone the process. And inform Sgt. Raditz, Parsnip, Brazil, Idaho, and Totep they are fortunate indeed," said Khalif.

 

"Okay, shall I start now?" Cabernet asked.

 

"Might as well. I'll inform my son that things have gone most well," Kaulif smirked. He strode out, leaving Cellulose to stand with Cabernet.

 

"Get them out," said Cabernet. Cellulose barked orders to someone, then disappeared. Cabernet whistled, motioning towards the door. She barked out a series of names, then returned her gaze towards the tanks.

 

"All right whelps. I know you can hear me in your thoughts. Get used to it. Today is the first day of the rest of your existence. Your lives before now are irrelevant. You are now among the privileged few to ascend to the rank of Third Class. Because of your physical and battle power levels being sufficiently rated, you've undergone a process that the best of the concubines are selected for."

 

"You'll be disoriented when you're taken out of the tanks. For the next two months you are going to eat, sleep, breath and shit Saiyan culture. There's a lifetime to make up for, and your mates are off on another mission. This means we've lots of work to do. You'll obey me without question, or suffer disciplinary action. Once you're out of those tanks, you'll be assigned a drill instructor. You'll also obey her without question. Now, prepare yourselves!" Cabernet said aloud.

 

Bubbles cascaded upwards past Atomique's face, blocking her view of the world around her. Fluid gurgled and sloshed as the fluid level in her tank dropped. Within seconds she felt the crushing pressure of ten times earth gravity pressing all around. The tank slid open to disgorge her forwards so her cheek and side bashed against a cold flat surface. Around her spilled the remainder of the nutrient fluid. All she could do was quiver spasmodically from the pain shooting up her back.

 

"Lima, Fasha, Celipa, Chablis, and Cashew! Get them up!" Cabernet barked. Pressing the flats of her hands down Atomique pushed up against the force crushing her downwards. To her amazement she could lift her head and shoulders to stare up at a pair of black boots walking past. Next to her she saw Lysrra's face spitting out fluid.

 

"Don't struggle," Lyssra whispered. "It's done. Just do as they say."

 

"Did you know this would happen?" Atomique coughed, bringing up a steady stream of fluid from her lungs.

 

"Yes. It was the only way that you could survive. You and the others."

 

"Where's Raditz," she gasped.

 

"easy now, slowly," urged Fasha as she slung her arm around Atomique's shoulders. Celipa moved close, assisting Lyssra while the other females assisted the remaining three. From what Atomique could tell, two others appeared humanoid while the other was Idsarjin. All of them had long brown or black hair. Those of Idsarjin persuasion had purple or blue streaks, and faint red stripes.

 

"So cold, and I ache all over," Atomique stammered.

 

"C'mon, try and take a few steps. It gets easier," Fasha grunted in her ear. She turned to look at the shorthaired female Saiyan that was one of the third classes from Bardock's team.

 

"Damn it, can't get my balance," Atomique commented. Each step felt like wearing lead boots, but was possible. From around her waist something sticky dropped, swirling against her ankles. She reached down to finger the slick sticky fur on a tail flickering of its own accord.

 

"Don't touch it, you'll hurt yourself," Fasha barked. "Come on, just come with me. Let's get you cleaned up."

 

"Damn it, why," Atomique babbled over and over. IN shock she stumbled alongside Fasha, following Cabernet.

 

"Get them cleaned up and outfitted. I want them in the dining hall in two dreems. We'll start with basic exercises in the graviton chamber shortly after that," said Cabernet. "C'mon move it you slugs!"

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Sludge sloughed off her body, spiraling down a drain. Atomique felt cold liquids blasting her, followed by a sandblast cycle and hot oil spreading over her skin. They shared a common shower in the spare barracks they were hustled into. Atomique saw her body rounding with hard muscle tone far greater than before. Her entire body felt heavier. Slowly she got the hang of walking with additional force, feet stamping with unusual violence into the ground.

 

Even her hair seemed different. It was its usual black but much stiffer like horsehair or brush bristles. Although it plastered to her head when wet, it was two shades darker then the fur on her swishing tail. The first few minutes was spent in teaching them how to coordinate wrapping the appendages around their waists out of harms way.

 

"Why?" she whispered to Lyssra.

 

"Because they want as many full blooded Saiyans as possible," said Lyssra.

 

"Where did the tail come from?"

 

"Donated by warriors from before. Surgically attached to the base of your spine. There's two other humans among us," said Lysrra, pointing to Pepper and Zucchini.

 

"They could have told me."

 

"You're lucky," said Pepper, glaring at her with dragon green eyes. "The others were stuck in a chamber at one tenth G. Now we'll have some clout."

 

"As Saiyans?" asked Atomique.

 

"Half Saiyans," corrected Lysrra.

 

"I'm a chimera then."

 

"A what?" asked Lysrra.

 

"ON my world of origin one of the schools of alchemy was dedicated to developing creatures that were combinations of existing animals. You would take a dog and an eagle and come up with a winged canine. Or combine a lion and an eagle to get a griffin. The cells of one being were blended with another to create a being that was a combination of two in one," Atomique said numbly.

 

"Saiyan cells are being grown in our bodies yes. You comprehend well, Tomakt," said Zucchini.

 

"Atomique," she said.

 

"Now you have a new name," Pepper said. "A Saiyan one. Didn't you hear Cabernet?"

 

"You're so eager to accept this," said Zucchini.

 

"I like being powerful," said Pepper. "Better then being drekked on the rest of our natural lives."

 

"As breeding stock?" ranted Marrow. "Damn it!"

 

"Get your tails OUT here! NOW!" barked Chablis, poking her head into the shower area.

 

"C'mon, move it!" Pepper shouted.

 

"You're not the boss of me," Zucchini growled at her.

 

"Just go," said Lysrra. "Easy now."

 

"You're not my boss either," Zucchini turned on her.

 

"Just MOVE!" Marrow glared at her. All of them strode out, still hanging on the walls for balance.

 

"Since when did we speak Saiyan so well?" muttered Marrow.

 

"Since the regen tanks," Pepper answered her. "Shut up. Stop asking stupid questions and listen. I won't have you be the cause of me missing something, M."

 

"Fuck you," M snarled back.

 

"What a wonderful feeling of togetherness," Zucchini quipped.

 

"Terrific," Atomique mumbled, last in line after Lyssra. Bardock's concubine remained close at her side, helping her to walk while Marrow and Zucchini hung on each other. Pepper led the way, striding easily with her tail swishing behind her. Five warriors set down various bundles of armor.

 

"Get them outfitted. Pepper, you come with me," Chablis indicated, motioning with her finger. "Celipa, Fasha, you take the scientists. Lima and Cashew, you take the two pretty girls. Move it."

 

"Lucky bitch," Zucchini snapped at Pepper. "Why does SHE get special treatment? That's second class trainee armor."

 

"Some of you are more promising then others. Shut your mouth and get dressed," Cabernet snapped at her. "Pepper's battle power was the best out of all of you whelps. You two should be glad you're even allowed to be third class. Both you are warriors, so it's extra time in the basic for you. Get the scientists out of here and introduce 'em to your team girls."

 

"Good, at least I don't have to listen to their whining," Fasha mumbled as she watched the two upper class thirds move the rest out. Chablis, a first class elite took Pepper with her to another area while Lyssra and Tomakt were led out carrying their bundles.

 

"It's not much but it's ours," Celipa said, looking at her sister. Fasha nodded, showing them two bunks in the common area that would be theirs.

 

"You can bunk there during training. Just keep clear of the prima donnas and you'll be fine. It'll all go by like that," Celipa snapped her fingers.

 

"You guys are older, so you don't get the worst of it. But we'll still have a lot of work to do bringing you up to speed," said Fasha, glancing at Atomique.

 

"What makes THEM more privileged?" Atomique asked.

 

"They're going to be purgers. You two are scientists and scouters like us. But you're not under the pressure they'll be."

 

"And where's Raditz again? Some trip?" asked Atomique.

 

"They'll be back soon enough," said Fasha. "You miss that loudmouth?"

 

"Yes," Atomique said with a slight laugh.

 

"You'll have so much training you won't have time to miss him," said Fasha. Atomique quickly slipped into the leggings and chestplate of the black third class armor. Still she saw the arm ring on her upper left arm and on her thigh. She rolled one cuff up so she could display it, her knees bare between the boots and cuffs of her shorts. None of them possessed the epaulettes that she had seen on Raditz or the other two trainee's armor. Epaulettes must designate purgers. Interestingly enough Lysrra's breastplate was green like Bardock's, while hers was plain black like Fasha's. She would ponder the differences later.