Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Payment in Full: Saiyan's 2nd Chance ❯ Proving Ground ( Chapter 15 )

Proving Ground

 

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of this except for the fanfiction characters Luari, Tomic, Lyssra, Chablis and other Saiyans that aren't part of the cannon! This story takes place on Alvegasei.

 

By Trynia Merin

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Before the deep space mission left, a month of preliminary training was called for. Bardock and Nappa had been incorrect in their information that their mission had to leave right away. Brolly had to give his consent after all. That meant Paragus had to pick apart the whole mission and see if it was profitable. The front was collecting on past debts and establishing ties with the Mantissans. Paragus was still meeting with Brecchus via scouterlink, which meant that Nappa had taken his team to a small place near Central to forge his team into class A purgers.

 

Tomic grumbled as she stood by Cabernet. The last few days had been intense, rife with more training then she could care. A whole training range had been set up, and Nappa was barking orders to the other three members of his team. Tomic hurled a series of spheres at the base of a building, knocking out the supports rather then blasting it with a mere megaton hurl.

 

"Cute, but a little too smart," Nappa glanced as Tomic darted out of the huge structure. It fell and imploded in on itself.

 

"I don't like wasting energy, sir, with all due respect," she shivered, shaking out her hair.

 

"Well, it'll work. Not everyone has to make big messes. No doubt she's neater then you are, you lummox," Cabernet glanced up. Raditz hid his mirth, then coughed as Nappa glared at him.

 

"What are YOU looking at, whelp?" he glared at him. "Okay girl, that's enough fireworks. You'll get more fun after you get something to eat."

 

"Thanks," she said, wiping sweat off her face. So far their work had only been smashing buildings or other structures along with target practice. Although she knew the significance she was biding her time learning just how they operated.

 

"You're doing okay kid," said Cabernet, whapping her on the shoulders as she threw a cloth at Tomic. "You're getting the hang of this. Tomorrow we'll use live targets."

 

Tomic blinked for a moment in an effort to comprehend. A chill ran down her spine to the tip of her tail. What disturbed her was she couldn't differentiate between disgust and desire. A huge part of her wanted to prove herself to Nappa's mate. After years of feeling weak and helpless she felt as if she belonged to these Saiyans. For so long she had sought a place, that she would accept any community, even one of predators. She said sternly, "Live targets?"

 

"Destroyers," said Cabernet. "You remember them?"

 

"Are they the ones that attacked in the other dimension?" asked Tomic. Her heart filled with anger and hatred, and she let it have free reign. Instead of bottling it up she let it flow freely, feeling the crackling ki flare through her fingers and hair.

 

"You're anxious to find out, aren't you?" Nappa snickered, nodding in approval of Tomic's boost in ki.

 

"The very ones. I'm sure YOU of all people would love a chance for payback," Cabernet said, giving Tomic's shoulders a rough friendly shake.

 

"Do I blow them up, or what?" she asked.

 

"Any way you like," Nappa said, standing as he poured a pitcher of water over his face. "Just make sure you do the job."

 

"Be creative," said Cabernet. "Now go with that loudmouthed long haired whelp of yours and get some food. Report back here in two maxims."

 

"Right," she saluted, seeing the approval although grudging on Nappa's face.

 

"You worry about stupid shit too much, girl," Nappa looked down at her. "We won't always have TIME to be fancy. You need to cut LOOSE one in a while?"

 

"Like this?" she asked, raising her palm up. Energy crackled on her palm, and she generated a basketball-sized sphere. Cabernet nodded slowly.

 

"Saturday CRUSH!" she shrilled, using one of her mate's signature attacks.

 

"That's more like it," Nappa said, watching her cock back her hand and throw the sphere towards a nearby building. With a gesture of her flattened palm she directed the ball to slam into the side of a two-story target. A white-hot purple blast smashed clumsily into the wall, fracturing it as it burned its way through.

 

"You're a bad influence on my mate," Raditz mumbled. Despite this he glowed with pride that she had chosen one of HIS attacks to prove her growing power before their commanding officers.

 

"Nicely done, kiddo," said Cabernet. "Though you ARE allowed to come up with your own names."

 

"Who cares? That wasn't so hard was it? You think too damn much, like that old man father in law of yours. Keep it simple, and no farting around, and you'll get noticed," Nappa grunted, slugging her hard enough on the back that she almost toppled over. The impact of his flattened hand knocked the wind out of her.

 

"Are you done tormenting the whelps, or can we go hunt. I'm starving," Cabernet glared at him.

 

"See what you have to look forwards too, boy," Nappa winked at Raditz. Rolling his eyes he walked over to rest a hand on his mate's shoulder.

 

"Later kids," Cabernet waved. Both blasted off leaving Raditz alone with his mate. His strong arms snaked around her so he could draw her close to his armored chest. A low purring rumbled in his throat. Tomic pushed away the sad sober waves of guilt by catching herself up in the sensations of his fingers.

 

"You are doing quite well, precious one," he murmured.

 

"I have no choice, do I?" she asked, glancing up at him. "I wish there was some other way."

 

"You know there isn't," Raditz said softly, his eyes soft and dark with something that was akin to sympathy. "You are only doing what you must do for the both of us. Now is not the time to question."

 

"I hate this," she mumbled, pressing her face to his chest to hide her tears. Raditz grew use to her need for physical comfort. It boded well that she turned to him for such needs because she was fully accepting their union. Love of Saiyankind in favor of other lesser species. A small portion of him felt a loss for what she once was.

 

"You are giving up much of what you once were. But don't you see that you're becoming more and more powerful. Why someday you and I will be the ones giving orders, and THEN we'll see what happens," he soothed, pulling her up into his arms. Seizing handfuls of hair she shut him up with a deep kiss. Eagerly he devoured the amorous display, slowly levitating them both upwards over the training area. Still kissing her he mainly flew under his own energies. When they surfaced for breath, she felt him playfully push her from his arms.

 

"Catch me if you can, love," he laughed.

 

"Jerk!" she growled, outdistanced. Focussing her ki she urged herself after him. Wind slashed through her hair while she trained her scouter on his distant trace. Her body surged with the almighty rush of purple ki crackling over every inch to envelope her. Very few Saiyans could fly as fast as Nappa and Cabernet. Pouring more energy in she struggled to focus on closing the gap. Raditz glanced over his shoulder to see her gaining on him. Forest rattled under them as they traveled halfway over two hundred miles. Fifty yards, then twenty, then ten she saw his huge cascade of hair surging behind him. With a last burst she reached out and yanked a shock of spiky hair before she lost her lead.

 

"Better, but we still need to work on your speed," he chided lightly. Tomic threaded her fingers in his hair, pulling hard enough so she latched a ride on her mate's back. It amused him how she loved to play with his mass of spiky black locks. Her own hair was far shorter in comparison, but had a similar spiky texture. While not truly black it was dark brown, with sable highlights matching the fur on her tail.

 

"How the hell do you do it?" she muttered as he coursed down towards Central. They touched down in the wide courtyard of the main plaza. Slave leashes jingled while their masters urged them on. Halfblooded with their blue streaks walked along with full-blooded Idsarjin.

 

"Superior training naturally," he laughed. His arm held her possessively by his hip while she slid hers underneath his fall of hair. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the tip of his tail twitching freely behind him. Twin shadows burned down cast by their bodies. He towered head, shoulders over her, much like many of the second, and third class did. Most females she saw were a good head and shoulders shorter, and she guessed she was average height for most full-blooded Saiyan females.

 

As he strode by, others saluted or moved out of their way, staring at the couple strolling along. "What's their problem," she mumbled.

 

"Not for you to concern yourself with," he whispered. "Other then the fact they know better then to meddle with their superiors."

 

"Rank has its privileges, ne," she murmured.

 

"You occupy the level that I once did," he explained. "And I'm your superior. Don't forget that."

 

"How many of us are there?" she asked.

 

"Nappa's team is one of the few full scale hostile takeover units. The others are merely scouts. Anything you or I do is the bulk of the heavy demolition. They don't call on you or me unless they want serious clearing done. Smaller scale operations are left to those like Father. You know this well by now," he said.

 

Tomic was still getting used to her bare shapely legs feeling the heat of the sun. Still she was large busted and wide hipped, but filling out with muscle, not as slender as some of the other full blooded females, but quite strong physically for a third. The realization was that her mate's power level now doubled hers since their little spat, and she wondered how she rated with the ones who had once trained her.

 

"Let's find out," he said.

 

"It's silly," she shrugged.

 

"The practice range will be of good sport. I see a few of father's co workers trying their luck," he pointed to the public third class target range. The three population centers had one, and they were various ranges with moving targets that a warrior could use for ki practice. Soaring up out of one of the ranges force field barriers was a familiar shorthaired female and her identical twin.

 

"Fasha and Celipa," she muttered. "I thought they weren't on your… I mean Father's team anymore…"

 

Raditz nodded, "One never knows. But doubtless we'll find out because they've noticed us."

 

"Well well, look at you two," commented a deep voice that made her start. "Quite a sight she is."

 

"Er," she gasped, seeing the statuesque Tora down on one knee in a salute. "Funny seeing you here!"

 

"Tora," Raditz nodded, as he inclined his head. "I see you can't keep her away from the center. She's addicted to this place as much as ever."

 

"Mated life, you should know, boy," Tora nodded up at him. "And look at you both, some change. She looks better in that then you ever did."

 

"Thank you I think," she said, as he rose to his feet.

 

"Glad you turned out okay. Where's that father of yours? I heard about the little blow up," said Tora.

 

"Father is always overemphasizing things. I decided I needed my own place," Raditz said abruptly. "Why has he complained of my aberrant…"

 

"Ask him yourself. You know how stubborn you both are. Do me a favor pretty and get these two to talk. I can't stand my CO bitching and moaning," Tora glanced at her.

 

"You terrorizing my mate again?" Celipa asked, wandering out of the range with her sister behind her. Fasha gave a smile when she saw Tomic standing there looking up at the warrior who was almost Nappa's height.

 

"Ma'am," Raditz inclined his head.

 

"Showing her off are we? You look damn sharp in that," Fasha whistled. "I'd heard but to see you in THAT outfit."

 

"Rub that in your CO's face, sis," Celipa laughed. "Well done girl. And you keep getting kicked upstairs, don't you?"

 

"If you'll excuse me, I'll procure food," Raditz inclined his head. "Would you mind remaining here. My mate is interested in learning about the range."

 

"You mean you want to hang out with us scum?" Tora joked.

 

"If you don't mind, I was wondering just WHAT benefit you got from the public range. I'm used to the independent units and moving targets," she said.

 

"C'mon in, and find out."

 

"I'll take your mate's example and get food. Later love," Tora waved. Fasha's mate also leaned down to nip his mates ear as they walked off.

 

"Man oh man that's ironic," Celipa said, lifting Tomic's hair and pushing it aside. "You've come a long way kid."

 

"Knock it off," Tomic grumbled. "I just am wearing his stupid armor."

 

"Don't knock it. Technically you outrank us now, kiddo," Celipa said soberly. "Are you blind to notice that you're what he once was?"

 

"Yes and no," she shrugged. "Who gives a damn, I just want to take a break."

 

"C'mon, and shoot a few rounds with us. Before the Pain in my tail comes back," Fasha said, grabbing Tomic's gauntleted wrist and leading her after them into the range.