Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Payment in Full: Saiyan's 2nd Chance ❯ Home the Heroes ( Chapter 8 )

Payment in Full

Disclaimer: I don't own them! I only own Tomic, Fermi, Bohr, and the Destroyers. The rest belong to Toriyama.

By Trynia Merin aka Polymer aka StarbearerTM

Reunion and a Hero's Banquet

For almost two months they had pushed her and the other females. Reality became a boot camp of testing limits. In some ways it was a welcome reprieve for her not to have to worry about sharing her bed with a male she'd been forced into a relationship with. Yet she felt as if it could somehow work out for the best if things didn't go as she hoped.

There had to exist some technology or some way for her to get back to her own dimension. Yet she dare not attempt till she had learned everything she could from the Saiyans. Would it even matter now that she had effectively abandoned her culture forever? Even if she could and when she did return would they not resent what she had become? Tomic's eyes snapped open, and she emerged from her funk just in the nick of time.

"Will I even remotely resemble anything human by the time they're done with me," she shivered. The sound of another female's voice ground through the scouter's UVT snapped her out of her reverie. Immediately she blinked back to reality, taking in the large training room surrounding the five trainees and their drill coaches.

"How much longer till they get back?" asked Pepper. "Not that I CARE about the useless bastards leaving us behind."

"We will be arriving on Alvegasei in a few hours. Remember well what you've learned. It'll come in handy," Cabernet barked. "I haven't much else I can cram into you. You'll be taken by your mates as Saiyans now, and the responsibility for training passes on to them."

"We're almost home," Lyssra laughed with a look of joy on her face. Those blue eyes lit up with eager anticipation, something she had not felt herself in years.

Not since she'd met Saul Stellari in the Alchemy world. Their brief courtship marred by war. Two children were born, and then swept away when the Destroyers came. Then she managed to grab one of their devices to hop into the next dimension. Spilling her into the world called Chikyuu.

Two years had passed whereby her boys were nearly five. In Son Goku and Chichi's care they'd prospered, occasionally trained by the other Z fighters. While she hadn't joined the Earth's Special Forces, she had taken a job with Capsule and moved into an apartment with her sons. Still they trained daily with Son Goku to learn techniques to master their massive ki. Fortunately their powers had not manifested in alchemy but in vast telekinetic and telepathic energies.

Her husband had gone over to the Destroyers. Warped and changed into some creature that was less than human he had rejected her. The bond she had formed was severed. Mumbling she turned the ring she always wore before, but now had as a watch fob. Anger filled her. Picking up the gold ring she threw it up into the air, and sent a beam of ki to disintegrate it to nothing.

"Bastard," she mumbled. True love didn't exist for her. Just as well because she was bound forever in blood to some hairy bloodthirsty alien, in exchange for Son Kun and her children's life. Now she had to deal. Probably no way to ever leave.

"Make the most of it. Get strong. Now your powers would equal any destroyer and more. You could destroy them," she thought.

"We're here!" the females all chattered like monkeys in a zoo at feeding time. They quickly moved to gather their armor and present themselves with newly brushed hair and musky fragrances. The entire ship under Cabernet's command bustled with various preparations of the females before landing.

***

Hours later, their ship landed in a huge complex of strange spires and rugged mountains. For miles through the view ports she glimpsed greenery that put the Costa Rican forests to shame. Lyssra shoved a bag into her hands, saying, "Get it together! We're going home."

"Home?"

"Alvegasei prime," said Lyssra. "The new Saiyan home world. Where we'll complete mating bonds and be heralded into society."

"Terrific," Tomic mumbled, rushing out with her. The bundle of things was small and fit into a knapsack-sized bag to sling around her body. Without a second thought she wrapped the tail around her waist and fought to keep up with Lyssra.

Cabernet yelled at them to fall in behind her. She saw Zelbreen and the other concubines being pushed back to exit last after the third classes and fourths. For a strange moment she saw jealousy and grudging respect pass from the green skinned alien seductress to her. "You've got a good thing going, girly. Don't blow it," Zelbreen's thoughts echoed in her mind.

"Huh," she thought back before Cabernet's orders rang in her sensitive ears.

"You are entering the hanger complex. Follow me and we'll show you to processing. You'll be reunited with you males soon enough, so look sharp. No gratuitous display till the feasting begins. Then you know what to expect from there. A new beginning and a new glorious time for all of you fortunate enough," Cabernet said.

"Five days of partying in the grand banquet hall, overseen by the Master himself," said Pepper. "I wonder if he's handsome."

"You think you want to be in his harem?" laughed Marrow. "As if!"

"I like this, and I won't bitch and moan like SOME of us," Pepper shot back.

Soon their arguments were lost in the chatter of others exiting their ships. Atomique's mouth dropped to see scores of Saiyans, half and full blooded and other multiples in between. Just HOW many were there? On her face the scouter bleeped with close to five hundred traces in the ten square miles alone.

“Follow me to the Master's abode. You don't have to be QUITE so militaristic now. Enjoy the first look at your new home, newbies,” said Cabernet loudly. “We go for a celebratory feast being held in the honor of your males return home. But don't' stray away from the group. If you MUST look around, report to the main promenade. That will lead you to the festivities. And don't be late. The Master doesn't like to be kept waiting!” Cabernet barked.

Each of the females dropped to one knee, their right arms extended while their left placed over their heart. Gazes averted, till a nudge from Cabernet's boot bid them rise. She backed away, grunting, “Dismissed. Go with your training sisters and disperse!”

“Finally,” Pepper whispered. Chablis grabbed her `training sister's arm and whisked her away.

“You think you can handle your mate's daughter in law?” asked Celipa as she strode up to where Lysrra stood.

“I think we're fine,” said Lyssra quietly. “I've been here before.”

“Don't keep them waiting. And don't worry, those loudmouthed mates of ours are just taking their time doling out the plunder from the last job,” said Celipa.

“You mean they're already here?” asked Tomic.

“Sister!” yelled Fasha. “Our fearless leader's got it in for us.”

“What?” Celipa glared at her.

“It's Miss Know it all. She's going to chew our tails red,” Fasha panted, rushing up to where they stood at the hanger entrance.

“Who?” Tomic asked. “Cabernet?”

“Not Cabernet. Her glory Lieutenant commander Luki. One of the fastest to be promoted to elite status. And possibly the next favorite of the Master,” Celipa rolled her eyes.

“But I thought that Sauvignon had an eye for her,” mumbled Lyssra.

“Not since her last operation was a success,” Fasha grumbled. “She's just been promoted. Most of you trainees will be as well. You get your full designations after the banquet. And it all depends on the Master's mood.”

“I wondered why your armor looked a bit different,” Tomic said, glancing at the two females, one of whom was wearing green armor like Bardock's.

“Just a sneak peak. Both of us have been shifted to Luki's guard. Bardock's not going to like it,” Celipa complained.

“Who gives him the bad news?” asked Lyssra quietly.

Fasha hissed, waving them to silence, “Kneel and salute! Here she comes and she's bitchy as ever!”

Celipa and Fasha both dropped to one knee at the appearance of a tall slender warrior striding out of the main complex. Blue hair was short cropped around her shoulders and she had dark eyes that gleamed with the same intensity as Cabernet's. Her white breastplate gleamed brightly in the dual sunshine and she stopped only a few paces from where her two new subordinates crouched. “THERE you slugs are! Are you trying to make me look bad on the eve of the Master's welcome feast!”

“No ma'am!” both sisters mumbled.

“What are YOU looking at, Idblood!” Luki barked at Lyssra, who dropped in a crouch. “You'll get your new assignment as soon as the fun's over. So enjoy cavorting while you can!”

“WE were just telling our trainees the score ma'am, we were on our way. Cabernet said that we were dismissed,” said Fasha.

“You're not under HER command anymore! Remember you're transfer. Or do I have to pound it into y our third class heads?” Luki snapped at them. “Honestly you drek for brains!”

 

“They meant no harm,” Lyssra said. “It's our fault.”

“Was I SPEAKIGN to you, Idblood?” Luki yelled at her. “Don't interrupt! Just because you're a demi now doesn't erase what you once were! Why they chose YOU for the experiment I'll never know.”

“Begging our pardon, it is our fault,” Tomic chimed in.

“Who asked you, third class? Who the hell are you anyway?” Luki glared at her. “LOOK at me when I'm talking, drekface!”

“Private Tomic,” Tomic said quietly, glancing up at her.

“Huh, you're a demi? You don't fucking LOOK like one. What's that madman doing these days now anyhow? He can't fool us all. Well, you mind your place!” Luki glared at her.

“Excuse me?” Tomic asked. “ARE you my commander? I thought that I was…”

“Shut up, drekface! I didn't give you leave to speak!” Luki snapped at her.

“What's going on here?” asked a familiar male voice, who stood right next to Luki. The younger Saiyan turned and glanced at the tall figure of Commander Turles glaring down at her.

Luki blinked, her eyes momentarily dulling over with something akin to anger. A silent staring match ensued, as Luki softened her voice to a flat forma tone, “Commander, apologies. Are these two newbies under your command?”

“Still the same as ever are we? Picking on the third class when you should be minding your own orders?” Turles said smoothly. He glanced down at the four females kneeling, and shook his head.

“All due respect, these two are under my authority, and I DID request they come to the feast promptly! I can handle this Commander…” Luki blushed, her knees actually quivering. Something in that smooth countenance unnerved her. Was it the fact that Turles outranked her, or was it something else?

“Yes. I'll handle this if you don't mind. Come this way, pretty ones. I know it's been quite a while since you've been seen, and I must say it's a vast improvement,” said Turles as he rested a hand on Lyssra, then Tomic's heads.

“Commander it is good to see you. I trust your trip was pleasant?” Lyssra asked, raising her eyes to him.

“It is good to see you again Commander,” Tomic said, relieved to have him blocking Luki's death ray stare at both of them. She practically bit her lip so it bled as she clenched her fists. Just what was her problem anyway, Tomic wondered.

“You two had best come with me,” said Turles with a small smile. “Your mates are QUITE anxious to see you. We've had quite a long trip. And I see that Cabernet kept things in good order. Has she appropriately briefed you?”

“Yes sir,” nodded Lyssra.

“And you are quite stunning as a Saiyan, Tomic, is it? It seems my instincts were not far off. Your mate will indeed enjoy you, I can guarantee it,” Turles said as he cast Tomic a smoldering gleam of his dark eyes. “Too bad you're already claimed or I might have reconsidered my former ruling on you.”

“Make sure that they stop acting so fresh,” snapped Luki. “Especially THAT drekface. And the idblood is pissing me off with the presumption that a few polite words are going to make a difference!”

“Excuse me, but do you have something to say to me, woman?” Turles snapped. With a bored look, Turles glanced over his shoulder. His dark brows furrowed as he then glared annoyed at Luki. Her mouth abruptly snapped shut before she could say anything else. To their surprise she dropped to one knee.

“Apologies sir,” Luki mumbled, even though she didn't' sound that sorry. “I overstep my authority.”

“Just remember that whatever rank was given to you by Lord Paragus can be easily taken away if one of the Elite sees that you are too reckless. As for the Idblood, she is my scientist's new mate. Idblood or not, she still has Saiyan blood. And as for the drekface she happens to be Raditz's mate,” said Turles quietly.

“Raditz? That whelp actually found a female. Damn son of a bitch,” Luki muttered. “Thought he didn't give a damn. Or did he scare off the pleasure slaves?”

“Refrain from your low class thoughts if you are to keep your Elite status, woman,” Turles said in a low growl. “Some of us remember just WHO your sire and damn were. And we might remain silent if you hold your acid tongue.”

“Apologies again,” Luki mumbled. Celipa and Fasha glanced

“And she is under my DIRECT command post the feast.”

“Then what's she doing wearing THAT armor if that's the case, eh?” Luki glared at her. “I thought Bardock's whelp was the only third class worth his drek to serve on a special force, begging your pardon.”

“My reasons are none of your concern. If you have any objections, take it up with me privately,” said Turles. “You are dismissed.”

“Yes sir, right away sir,” Luki grumbled. Both Celipa and Fasha chuckled, till their new commander snapped her fingers sharply.

“Come with me, females,” said Turles quietly. “Your mates await.”

He raised both of them to stand on either side. Then he took their wrists, twining them around his so they strode on either side of him. Both Tomic and Lyssra glanced at the three females arguing behind them. Luki's shrill shouts echoed for a long distance as she gave the two sisters verbal hell.

“Thank you Commander, for rescuing us,” Lyssra said softly.

“I apologize for Luki's sour attitude. She likes to think she's important, but she's all bark and little bite. But that shall remain between us, for we are all close friends and confidants in my little command brigade,” Turles said with a mischievous smile at Lyssra. She blushed.

“Who is she, if I might ask?” Tomic wondered, feeling his tail lightly brush past her ankles.

“We knew each other when we were in Training back on Vegetasei,” Turles said with a soft voice. A casual knot of Saiyan females strode after Chablis, exchanging chatter about seeing their chosen mates again. At the sight of Commander Turles with the two females they blushed and shied away. He licked his lips, gently pushing both females alongside him.

“You're quite desirable, I see,” Tomic said, feeling the light pressure of his hand sliding around her waist. “Are you not mated formally?”

“My chosen one is only recently come into bloom. I take her as my solitary mate after this feast,” Turles said quietly as he gave her a smile.

“Rutra?” asked Tomic. “Raditz said she was his cousin?”

“The younger sister of Parsnip,” Turles said smoothly. “The only full blooded Saiyan that I have taken. My other females have already been nourished, and they shall continue under the service of my crew.”

“May I ask, if we're all friends, where you were?” asked Tomic. Lyssra blinked in shock.

“My dear, you will know soon enough. But since I'm in a generous mood I shall tell you. Your mates accompanied me on a special mission. A diplomatic one. Information was traded with one of our allies. You might hear talk of the esteemed lord Zarbon of Zelbrania…”

“Wasn't he… the second in command to…” trailed off Tomic.

“Was. Since the Emperor Freiza is no more, he now serves Empress Frosta,” said Turles. “Keep this to yourself but the rule of the Ice-jin is numbered. Because there are those of us who will see her days ended.”

“Is this the will of the Master?” asked Tomic.

“Your questions will wait for another time, pretty one,” Turles said. Leaning close to her he whispered, “Have a care to ask such questions ONLY to your mate. He knows the true answers. And because of your tie to him, you need not fear as long as you obey without question.”

“Er, is everything all right, Commander?” Lyssra asked.

“You need fear nothing from me, pretty ones. You are fine females who will indeed please your males when we arrive. Did Cabernet not tell you that the Cavorting season is upon us?” asked Turles, glancing at them both in mild amusement.

"What do you mean?” Lyssra asked. Glancing around, Turles pulled them both back to duck in the shade of a large column that supported the pavilion of the walkway leading from the spaceport to the main complex. Discrete buildings were organized into a warren of various cavern apartments accessible only by flying.

“Have a care, females. You know more then most. Guard your tongues, for what we have said must not leave our company,” Turles whispered. “Things are afoot that you both know will require your absolute obedience. I have no great love for Empress Frosta, or the Master. Some of us were loyal to the royal house of Vegetasei, once presumed lost. But a few of us know that the Master will not lead us forever.”

“You are loyal to the Prince?” Tomic questioned. Turles pressed fingers to her lips.

“Say nothing of this. You will know in time. But your mates will tell you when it is best. But I am of the same mind. I will say no more lest others hear that should not,” Turles hissed.

“Before you stop, please answer me this?” Tomic asked.

“What is it” Turles asked.

"How many were on the original Vegetasei?" she asked.

"Close to ten million," Turles whispered in her ear. He slid his arm around both females, looking as if he were making out with them to the general view of the populace passing by. He kept his lips close to the necks of either female as he explained.

"Twenty if you count the purgers that went off world. There haven't been many Saiyans. Too many predators and there will be no prey."

"Five hundred thousand," asked Tomic.

"That's with slaves," said Lyssra. "And demi and hemi bloods. The fulls are not known."

"Demis like us?" asked Tomic.

"Demis by birth. But by the time a few more generations go by, the demis will create close to full again, and enrich the inbred population," Turles whispered.

"Any other humans?" asked Tomic quietly.

“Do you tell her?” Lyssra asked.

Mouth brushing Lyssra's neck Turles whispered, “I don't see why not. Just a few captured from your dimension. Only ten.”

"Five were successful, and two weren't. There are three of you in this batch, and ten Idsarjin including me,” Lyssra breathed into Turles' ear, within earshot of Tomic.

"Gravity is only five earth g's," she thought.

"A bit light for the fulls that remember, but more than enough to retain strength," Turles said. "Just keep close to me and keep your mouth shut. You'll be reunited with your men soon enough."

"What were they doing for two months? You never gave me an answer," Tomic demanded, baring her teeth slightly. She ran her tongue over the tip of a pair of fangs that had suddenly pushed from her gums in her anger. Blood dripped into her tongue, reminding her that she had to retract them if she weren't going to slice her mouths interior to ribbons.

"If they feel like it they'll tell us," said Lyssra, resting her hand on Tomic's trembling shoulder. Turles slid his hand around her waist again, giving her a warning squeeze.

“I shall take my leave of you once we enter the main complex. But say NOTHING of this. And Tomic, be careful with your tongue. Lest you bleed to death from a wary kiss,” Turles teased her.

“Oh terrific,” Tomic mumbled, waiting till the bleeding stopped. It only took a second or two before the healing factor in her demi saiyan body knit skin back together.

“Now ladies, you are on your own. The banquet is that way. Rutra awaits me. Be good to your mates, for they have fought long and hard for this day,” Turles said. He gave both a quick hug, before kissing either one on the forehead.

Lyssra brought her lips close to Tomic's ear, reminding her, "Remember we're STILL under their authority. I'm sure that Radditzu will treat you well. Bardock will not permit him to do so otherwise."

"Why?" Tomic asked, lightly removing Lyssra's hand from her shoulder. She folded her arms around herself, hugging her body tightly while pacing. It was a habit she had picked up lately. From around her hips dropped the furry tail, lightly swishing back and forth.

"Because he knew you'd be the one," said Lyssra. Her own tail lazily hung around her ankles, only its tip twitching lightly like a cat's.

"The one? As in Radditzu's mate?"

"Yes. He also saw that Kakkarot was alive in your dimension, but predicted it folly to try and make him come. Yet lately his dreams were not so clear," said Lyssra.

"You old bastard! Took you damn long enough!" Cabernet barked, rushing up towards the males spilling into the huge banquet area.

It reminded Tomic of the old Viking stories in Beowulf due to the long tables with benches, and a high one on a dais. Females ate off male's plates or those of their closest male kin if unmated.

First were closest to the main table, which she figured was for this Master Brolli and Lord Paragus. Why wasn't he a King though? Unless memories of the Royal family were to be expunged. Females and male slaves wearing chained collars bustled quietly about, carrying trays between them. Warriors sat in various places, scooping up their females and greeting them.

"You may be dismissed. Find your places now and your mates," said Cabernet as she stood close to Napa. He was covered in blood streaks up and down his arms, while he carried something in several containers.

"Humph, they don't look half bad," he said, giving the new recruits a once over.

Marrow and Zucchini rushed up to the males that they presumably discussed non-stop. To her shock one of them was Parsnip, a tall thin look alike who was Bardock's cousin. Another was a warrior she knew to be named Idaho. Somehow she wasn't surprised that he was Totepo's son.

"Fasha have you been helping your sister behave?" she heard Tora's voice say.

Lyssra rushed towards the team who looked weary but triumphant. Celipa and Fasha both moved to the male members of the team that were their mates, either sliding their arms around them and disappearing or remaining to stare one another in the face. Other couples moved off towards tables or side areas where food was already being set up.

"I can't believe it, it seems like forever!" Lyssra laughed as Bardock caught her up and held her tightly. It reminded her of Goku swinging Chichi around, or how Videl and Gohan were in one another's presence.

"Little one, are you all right? The process worked," he gasped, setting her down and cupping her cheeks. Several new scars graced his upper arm, while another graced his ear. Lost in their own world, Tomic felt a pang of bitter jealousy. Obviously they had chosen one another willingly, the way in which Bardock's eyes shone like black pearls, moistening and full of his concubine.

"I missed you," she whispered in Idsarjin. He nipped at her ears, swinging her around before setting her down again.

"Well, I see you also came through. Good. My son will be pleasantly surprised, I hope," he said, glancing at Tomic standing there disoriented.

"It's a shock," she mumbled. "Are YOU the one who did this?"

"It is my handiwork, but it was either that or perish from crushing gravity," said Bardock.

"I'm grateful to you for saving my life," she nodded. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Don't take it lightly. You've a chance for a fresh start. I hope you think of it as such. In time you might come to find it tolerable," Bardock said with a look of concern.

"Have you forgotten me so soon, female? I'm hurt," laughed a voice from behind her as two strong arms wrapped around her waist. Something about his scent and voice drove her blood to the boiling point, weakening her knees.

"What took you so long?" she griped.

"Some things take time, precious one," he laughed, squeezing her from behind and leaning down to nip her neck lightly. His tongue traced down her ears. Swallowing hard she gripped his gauntleted hands to kiss the backs of both. Tears welled up as she felt his genuine delight in seeing her again.

"Heh this batch turned out okay I see," Cellulose said as he glanced at the females standing in loose clusters.

"And why shouldn't they?" Bardock raised a brow at him. From behind her Radditzu's hands tightened possessively. She squirmed and tried to turn around so she was facing away.

Dark eyes gleamed down at hers; filled with something that looked like hunger and a hint of worry. Sniffling she buried her face in his armored chest and squeezed him tightly as if he'd evaporate. He snickered, sliding hands down her armored back to lightly finger her backside through the AE suit. He avoided the juncture of tail to spine, rather moving his hand along the furred surface. Immediately a jolt seemed to weaken her and she held onto him to hold herself up.

"Hmm someone really HAS missed me, if I'm not mistaken," he laughed, pulling her away so he could cup her face in one massive hand.

"I DID miss you, you jerk," she swallowed, not looking him directly in the eyes but leaning up to touch her lips to his chin. Still he had to reach down and boost her up so their faces were level.

"So shy? Have you no greeting for your mate, precious one?" he laughed.

Leaning in she kissed him on the lips, then twined her arms around his neck. While kissing was a human custom, she couldn't think of any other. His grunt of delight undid any reservations, so she coaxed his mouth open with her tongue because she so desperately wanted reassuring touch. Fingers plunged into his mane, tugging his face as close to hers as she could get. Luckily his hands curved over her backside to hold her against his hips.

"Lucky bastard," mumbled Parsnip.

"Hmm, he IS my son," Bardock mused. "Always HAS been impetuous. So like his mother."

"Some weird custom? I've only seen the Idsarjin do that. But they're not sharing food," Cellulose shook his head.

"Shut up, it looks fun," Chablis said as she leaned up and pecked him on the lips. Both of them bit each other's tongue, which was NOT the custom.

He led her slide down as they caught their breath. His thumb traced over her cheek with a delicate touch that made her melt. "That's much better," he laughed, not with malice but with warmth.

"Tell me about where you were," she said.

"Later. I'm starving and I haven't been with you in a long while," he said, grasping her hand and tugging her along with him. She was surprised, as he didn't move to put a leash around her neck. Instead he reached up and pulled the collar off her neck.

"You won't need this now," he said, guiding her to sit on his lap. His father's team sat down the table a ways while Cellulose and Chablis joined them. Lyssra and Bardock couldn't keep their hands off each other, and neither could any of the other Saiyans. Between feeding some of them merged mouths to share chewed food, or groped each other's hands. Tails flickered and moved over each other's bodies while the temperature in the room escalated to volcanic.

Tomic slid her arm around Radditzu's waist, leaning her head on his chest. He kept his tail twined around her waist, holding her across his muscular thighs with a possessive grip. Although some unmated males happened to glance and her and the other females, they quickly averted their gaze at the glare from the male halves of the couples.

"Did you bring me anything?" she said jokingly to start conversation with her male companion.

"As a matter of fact yes. But you'll receive it later in private, when we retire to our quarters," he said with a silky soft voice.

Tomic leaned up and brushed her lips with his. Radditzu merged their mouths, sharing the food he'd chewed between them. She leaned down licking her lips to grab a piece of fruit and chew it. Then she kissed him, moving the fruit pulp into his mouth. He gave a grunt of satisfaction, nipping at her ears. She squeezed his wrist with her hand eagerly, and then let her tail clumsily flick against his thighs.

"I don't know how to use it," she whispered.

"I'll show you in private," he laughed with a lascivious grin.

"From the way some of your friends are going on, it looks like they don't' care if they screw each other on the table," she whispered.

"I wouldn't mind it, but the Master would be jealous. Even now he's going to chose unmated females for his pleasure," he mumbled.

"The Master?"

"Master Brolli," whispered Radditzu with a look of distaste.

"You almost seem to,"

"Shh," he said, muffling her with a kiss. "We will speak of why later but keep your mouth shut on such matters that don't concern you."

All of them looked up when their minds buzzed with strange energies. Tomic pressed her hand to her forehead, gasping as she realized the thoughts were not her own. While she knew of telepathy from her husband the stellar alchemist, it was never this intense or clear.

Each of the Saiyans, demis, and slaves swung their gaze forwards. A loud shout heralded a core group of four ultra elites. They surrounded two figures that were Napa's height. Long brownish black hair curled around the hair of the taller and much younger looking figure. A red toga was hitched around his muscular hips, his chest bare except for a gold amulet lying across his clavicle. A diadem held back his spiky brown and black mane, plunging to his mid back. His eyes were wild black coals, taking in the room with a defiant smirk.

"His lord master Brolli welcomes you here to our hall!" called out the elder, who was obviously Lord Paragus. For he wore a similar outfit and carried a staff in his hand, topped by a small carved Giant Ape. Everyone stood and dropped on one knee with arms extended.

"Yes," said a deep voice, booming from Master Brolli himself. He glared towards the Lord Chamberlain, as she mentally deemed him, his eyes gleaming red.

"His lord master bids you feast and celebrate in his presence. While his Lord's dancers entertain and the accounts of your missions are made known through your commanders. He is most anxious to hear of what tributes you shall offer. And the desires of any unmated females to strive for the affections of his Glory's heart," he called out.

"But now, eat and satiate yourselves. Commanders come forwards, sit at his table, and make known your exploits. Music and entertainment to be enjoyed by all," he called out.

"Sounds like an order," she mumbled.

"Rise and celebrate! Join your Master in tribute. Glorify him with your indulgence; honor him with your tributes and festivities. Now, you are free to feast, and later to mate," he called out. "When the new concubines are chosen."

"Concubines?" she thought, and saw Pepper's smirk. Did these females actually WANT to be bedded by that scary looking behemoth? Why didn't Brolli speak? Or was he broadcasting his thoughts to his father? Power crackled the atmosphere as Brolli stood up, grinning at the crowd.

"Eat now! Enjoy! My word is law," he called out in his own voice, a deep rumble that shivered her to the core.

At once everyone in the hall scuttled to his or her feet. Armor and voices whispered through the clinks of fingers and utensils on metal. Each of the males sat and put their females on their knees or immediately to the side. Automatically she crawled back in to Radditzu's lap, visibly shaken.

"Good Kami," she gasped.

"He is indeed our living conduit to the Great fathers," nodded Cellulose.

"Some would say so, for we serve him without question," Radditzu said quietly. She sensed a swell of anger and resentment, followed by images of a flame haired skinny teen in blue and white armor. Her eyes widened when she realized it was a very young prince Vegeta flashing through her thoughts. Once bombarded with the images, she leaned her head against Radditzu's chest.

"He is the legendary," said Bardock quietly. "We must obey him or else."

Why did Bardock not look convinced, she wondered. Then she slowly started to piece together what the evidence screamed. However with the throbbing in her head she would have to leave such questions till tomorrow. For now she just curled up in Radditzu's arm and numbly nodded while the feast clattered on around her.