Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Payment in Full: Saiyan's 2nd Chance ❯ One last party ( Chapter 18 )

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

 

***

"What WERE you thinking?" Raditz grumbled, as he leaned over Tomic. She grumbled as he stripped off the pieces of her armor.

 

"Excuse me for caring, sheesh!" she glared up at him.

 

"You should have called me," Raditz said sternly, leaning over her as he grabbed her chin. "I would have handled it."

 

"What and by then Lyssra would be DEAD," she spat.

 

"True," Raditz sighed. He sat down next to her on the small bed, then helped pull the armored breastplate off. He examined her bruised side, slowly feeling the bones.

 

"OWW!" she growled. Opening a vial of paste he started to rub it into the welts, then pulled off the tights that covered her chest. Fortunately the limited coverage gave him ready access to the welts and scrapes on her arms and thighs.

 

"Shut up and let me clean this. There will only be a few scars, but you're fortunate she didn't break more bones. She was three times your power," Raditz mumbled.

 

"She's still a bitch," said Tomic, hissing under her breath at the stinging qualities of the cream tingling. Raditz surged golden ki all over her, channeling it into her body to accelerate the healing compounds.

 

"Still this will benefit you. I can see you added 400 to your level," he mumbled, checking the numbers on his scouter.

 

"You said I needed a tank," she mumbled.

 

"This way," he said, walking her over and then levitating her in. She felt the liquid surge around her as he attached electrodes and shoved a mask over her face.

 

"Thank your fortunes I know how to set this up," he mumbled. "Stupid medics are patching up other idiots."

 

"Sir, you can let me do that!" said Cellulose as he walked over.

 

"Mind your own damn business, fool," Raditz snarled. Cellulose darted off, tail between his legs.

 

"What?" Tomic glanced at him as he closed the lid.

 

"I don't want him around you. He can't keep his mind on his own mate," mumbled Raditz. He pulled up a chair and sat down, folding his knees.

 

"You don't need to wait."

 

"I want to make sure this damn thing works. And We won't always have this time together," he said, resting his hand on the glass. She lifted her hand to touch his, eyes slowly shutting as she succumbed to the liquid.

***

"Not bad. This added 400 to her rating," mumbled a voice. She blinked, glancing up into the faces of her mate and commanding officers. A tall white cloaked figure stood nearby, his eyes dark and familiar. For a moment it seemed like Bardock, but then she realized it was Turles.

 

"I will see that she's reprimanded. I don't like it when my team is caught between hers," Turles grumbled as he started up at Tomic.

 

"Still, Luari did us a favor. The girl's on the outer limit of a female third class. She's at 2000 now," said Nappa, punching buttons on his scouter.

 

"Hmm, that's only 1000 below your resting state," Turles glanced at Raditz.

 

"I think that she'll be able to do what will be asked of her, sir," Raditz inclined his head.

 

"I heard about your Father's mate. How is she doing?" asked Turles.

 

"We don't know," Raditz mumbled. He glanced over at the regeneration tank next to them where Bardock sat with his back resting against it. His eyes were shut, head bowed down on his chest as he slumbered. Lyssra floated in the sea of regen fluid, her life force flickering at 300.

 

"Sloppy. Luari is playing with fire. If you'll excuse me I'll take care of this matter. Will she be ready to leave in a week?" asked Turles.

 

"You got clearance?" asked Nappa.

 

"Today, Lord Paragus approved the contract. I'll transport you as far as the west quadrant. The space pods are equipped to take the rest of the trip while I take your father's team for survey," said Turles.

 

"Good," Nappa nodded.

 

"I think she's ready to come out," said one of the technicians.

 

"You're a tough little thing," Turles said as he rested a hand on the glass.

 

"There's a good reason for it, considering you share a common element," Raditz said quietly as he looked at his superior.

 

"I was not remiss in making sure that Tomoku lived on in some manner. Don't look so surprised, small one. We're all one happy family here," Turles said as he snapped his fingers. Fluid surged down as the tank drained. Tomic grabbed at the mask, pounding on the glass. The technician quickly pulled open the tank and she landed in her mate's arms.

 

"What the HELL does that mean?" Tomic coughed.

 

"Merely that you and I have much in common," Turles said as he leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Don't disappoint your mate."

 

"I don't see…"

 

"Shall I tell them or shall you?" asked Turles.

 

"Tell me what? Is Lyssra okay?"

 

"She'll be well I hope," Turles said, laying his arm on her shoulders. "And I heard that you had quite a time with Lyssra's tormentor. Though you could have asked your mate or myself for help. But you did well for a third class."

 

"And what has that to do with you sir?"

 

"Merely that Luari will have quite a problem considering that her subordinate harmed you. Considering that you and I share blood and genes," Turles said smoothly.

 

"What?"

 

"Where do you think your 'father' found your tail, love? I was not remiss in thinking you worthy of that which was once my sister's," he whispered.

 

"OH hell," she swooned, dropping into a chair. He leaned over her, resting a hand on her shoulder, then swiping a piece of hair from her face.

 

"Make sure she's rested enough. We leave shortly," he glanced at all of them. With a last look at Tomic he strode out of the regeneration ward. Still Bardock pressed his face into his hands, green ki crackling around his fist pressed to one knee.

 

Tomic climbed up and wandered over in just her AE spandex. Crouching near him she touched his shoulder. "I'm sorry," she said.

 

"What for?" he mumbled, rubbing his face.

 

"I hope it works out," she said, squeezing his hand. The others blinked at the unfamiliar gesture.

 

"Don't worry about her or me. Worry about what that bitch is going to look like when the Commander gets hold of her," Bardock said, gently brushing her hand away. "Now go to your mate woman, and get back to your training."

 

"Are you sure…"

 

"Don't fuss," he said firmly, though his dark eyes gleamed with gratitude. Nodding, she rose to her feet and wandered over to stand next to where Raditz stood with her armor neatly cleaned and repaired.

 

"Come woman, let's go get some food," he urged. Holding out the armor to her, he waited. She took it from him, then reached for his extended hand. Not knowing what else to do in the silence she let Raditz lead her away from the center.

 

"Did I step on a duck," she asked.

 

"There is no need to show such trifles. Though your concern is appreciated, and not unexpected since you're a female, it's wasted on upper class," he said.

 

"Oh, so I should have been a cold bitch?" she asked. Raditz lifted a brow.

 

"Perhaps there will always be part of you that is sentimental. But in time you should learn to keep that to yourself," he murmured, giving her hand a squeeze.

 

"What I act like off the job is my business. I'll smash or trash and act like a bitch during the missions, but don't expect me to forget basic manners," she said. "Or do you want me to be a brainless bitch version of our fearless leader?"

 

"Hmm, I'd rather not," he said, reaching down and sweeping her up into his arms. A cracking swat landed against her backside after he balanced her on one shouldered of his armor.

 

"HEY you ass!" she growled as another playful slap cracked against her spandex covered backside.

 

"Food and clothes, you've been VERY naughty getting your tail into trouble. Honestly what did I teach you about fighting battles beyond you?" Raditz scolded. He was mainly doing this for effect of the other Saiyans that walked by, showing his dominance. Tomic bit her tongue knowing that to such an action females were expected to be silent.

 

"Fine, whatever," she mumbled, letting him carry her off like a caveman. Which wasn't too far off because Saiyans DID live in caves as she saw from Bardock's history tapes of the building of their previous home world.

***

He finally did sit her down on a bench, and she managed to put on the newly repaired armor. He knelt before her, affectionately batting her hands away from the straps so he could fasten them. "I can do this in my sleep. You're supposed to let ME care for you as you finish healing!"

 

"I can dress myself, dork," she mumbled. A low growl slipped into her voice, and it shivered her with horror and surprise. A fuzzy haze had slipped over whatever source to the emotions, and a hot impulse replaced it. Images and impulses once alien seemed to make much more sense to her brain.

 

"What's wrong?" Raditz asked gruffly. "Look at me, what's going on in that head of yours, female?"

 

"Usually women ask men what they're thinking," she mumbled, leaping off the bench. Aches and pains were gone, and she felt reasonably normal. It dawned on her she had hardly spent much time in a regeneration tank, and this was the first major injury since training, that had assaulted her in her transformed state.

 

"You did add a considerable amount to your battle power," Raditz nodded, grasping her hip with his hand and giving it a squeeze. "Perhaps some good DID come of that."

 

Grabbing up the white headpiece he slid it over her ear and adjusted the settings. His own resting state assumed an easy 3200 to her shock, while she saw a bleeping number flicker to rest on a number that shocked her. "2200," she mumbled, looking at her scouter.

 

"Your body's still strengthening after the healing. Doubtless you feel much better now?" Raditz asked. "But we must be wary because regeneration tanks will be few and far between where we're going. Only the medikits will be available."

 

"Fasha and Celipa are barely half of what I am. What gives," she mused. "And your dad."

 

"Father was hit far too many times. But fully powered up his strength equals 10000 easily," said Raditz quietly.

 

"So what was that shit about you being more powerful then him?" she asked.

 

"I've learned a technique to suppress my true power level," Raditz whispered. Her eyes widened.

 

"That's right. A trick from the Prince," said Raditz, taking her hand in his and squeezing it tightly. "I'll show you. And when you see him I'm certain he will deign to…"

 

"You know him very well don't you? The Prince?"

 

Raditz nodded. "And you will as well. I'll brief you as to keep from angering him…"

 

"He doesn't suffer fools gladly and he hates weakness," she said. Raditz nodded.

 

"Just do as I say and you'll be fine, love," Raditz promised. "Now let's go back to the training after we get food."

 

***

Tomic blinked at the cracked bones piled on the plates before her. They had stopped in one of the local mess halls with a few of the other ones of their station. Music pulsed through the joint, and she saw the typical Idsarjin women dancing with their striped bodies and swaying tails. Normal slaves wouldn't be of any use on Alvegasei. Only Destroyers had a shot at it. Tomic felt like she wanted to get staggering drunk, but the Saiyan metabolism wasn't making it easy.

 

Males and females sat together, swapping battle tales. She sat on her mate's knee, as he nudged her, "So, tell them of your victory."

 

"C'mon, tell them how you kicked tail," Celipa slurred, leaning heavily on Tora's shoulder. Other members of Bardock's team along with Chablis and Cellulose all sat at a long table. Although it was mainly a third class establishment, a few Seconds moved from one section to another with an Idsarjin pleasure girl on their arm or for the female Saiyans a tall Idsarjin male.

 

"What will it be, ma'am?" asked a tall specimen with black and silver streaks in his hair.

 

"More of this stuff," she held up her goblet. Nodding he filled it from the pitcher, and she swigged most of it down before clearing her throat. Tomic felt the liberation of her tongue, and began to tell the small incident that grew into a blow by blow added by Celipa's imagination.

 

"22 fucking hundred, do you get it? She's fucking twenty two hundred!" Celipa laughed, grabbing Tomic's arm and shaking it.

 

"Not under the moonlight," she said. Everyone else was continuing to gorge and pour vast amounts of beverage down their throats. A buzz settled in Tomic's mind as the haze of intoxication caught up. The grog was highly concentrated stuff like beer, and it was slamming her through and through.

 

"One more!" called Raditz, waving to the bartender. Cellulose slammed facefirst into a bowl of trangzanian blood pudding. Chablis groaned, shaking her head.

 

"How's that for an id… idblood?" Tomic laughed.

 

"You, no fucking way," Celipa laughed, giggling like a schoolgirl. Her sister wandered in, holding her mate's arm. They settled around the long table, joining the general melee as the party continued on.

 

"If you think this is fun, you should take her to Mr. Zocolotto's Emporium on Orchydsei," Tora said to Raditz.

 

"That's a reward if you pass training love," he said.

 

"Best pleasure girls this side of… no wait, you're mated," laughed Fasha. "Whoops."

 

"I'm intoxicated," Tomic giggled, rubbing her blood-flushed face. Her mate slammed down his twentieth grog and let out an inelegant belch like the others had several minutes ago.

 

"Let's go love," he said, pushing her off his lap and dragging her along with him. Giggling still she stumbled next to her mate out into the cool of the encroaching night.

 

"Am I sozzled or are we smashed?" she asked.

 

"Mmm, a bit. But we'll see how straight we can fly before going home," he whispered.

 

"Do I have to drive?" she asked.

 

"Eh?" Raditz snickered.

 

"The designated flyer," she hiccuped. Raditz leaned down and swept her up, then levitated a bit haphazardly into the air. Silvery stars gleamed like a field of stellar daizies. Under them the lights of the population centers dropped into constellations of their own. Vast tracts of jungle spread like black patches as they shot forwards. Raditz was having a deuce of a time, and Tomic dropped off him to fly alongside of him. Both of them were giddy and drunk, pushing all worries out of their minds before the next day's departure.

 

"Are you happy precious one?" Raditz laughed, dropping down on Bardock's front platform.

 

"Where are we… hic… I thought Daddy dearest was angry with us," she hiccuped.

 

"I don't think… he'd like to be called that," Raditz chuckled, grabbing her against him as she dizzily stumbled along.

 

They entered the force field, Tomic singing some strange song at the top of her lungs. Raditz marveled at the words that were in some language that wasn't Saiyanese but the lost language of her old world. "Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never…

 

"Who's old enzyme?" Raditz asked.

 

"It's Auld lang synne," she said, leaning against him as they tripped over the nearest pile of books. Both of them tumbled headlong on the floor, Raditz under her.

 

"What the fuck is a lang sine?" he chuckled.

 

"I don' the hell know!" she giggled, laughing so hard she found it hard to breath. Raditz shoved her down, nipping her ear and nuzzling her neck. Tomic reached up and kissed him hard.

 

"Mmm," he purred, rolling her over under his armored weight. Giddy and drunk on sensation as well, she parted her knees to let Raditz shift his armored groin against hers. Fingers gripped and scratched exposed skin. Shoving her hair back he bit hard along her shoulder and nape of her neck by her pulse. Doing the same, Tomic worked her way to the scab that seemed familiar. A sharp pain in her neck alerted her to what he was doing, and she did the same, drinking heavily of the blood spurting into her lips.

 

"So sweet," she whispered.

 

"I love… this…" he growled, squeezing her breasts through the side of the armor. Before long he found the hidden clasps and pulled it up off her. Soon he pulled her hands to help him, and they were topless before one another. Armor lay scattered except for their wrist guards and boots. Tomic looked up into his dark eyes suddenly feeling his hand slide down and grip the base of her tail. She felt a sudden spasm of pain that rendered her with a wash of sensation, trembling as wetness moved through her system. He thrust hard as she parted her legs, slamming her down into the ground with hard pushes of his hips.

 

Tomic shrilled his name, slamming up as she scratched long furrows on his back. Uninhibited she felt the sparks of energy in his hair like static electricity. Gold and purple ki surged in a strange indoor aurora casting its ribbons along the ceiling and walls. A burst of it slammed in her groin as she clenched on his pulsing member. Both of them trembled as one, and she heard Raditz roars mingle with her own. Bleeding and sweaty she lay under her mate, panting with joy.

 

"I love you," she whispered, kissing his ear. Raditz lay his head between her breasts, nipping them lightly.

 

"I know," he whispered. "You and I are one. Don't forget that. Are you happy love?"

 

"Yes," she nodded, realizing that she seemed to have forgotten the cold twists of dread. Tomic nuzzled him and Raditz shifted his hips inside her again.

 

"Shall we continue here, or in bed?"

 

"I don't give a damn, just take me," she whispered. Raditz rolled her over so she was on top and began to pound up into her. Tomic threw back her head and let Raditz show her how much satisfaction they could bring one another.

***

Sunlight fell on her eyes. Tomic blinked open one eye, then saw a pattern of shadows and light on the ceiling. A great weight pushed comfortably down on her body, her pelvis pinned by another. Something tickled her right cheek while warmth burned hot except on the tips of her knees. A vast forest of spikes obscured one side, while trailing down to drape over the muscular body of her mate. He lay on top of her as if she were a comfortable pillow, his tail wrapped around her right thigh while hers was twisted around his calf.

 

"Well, someone had fun," said a voice. Tomic shivered as she saw two figures standing over them blocking the light.

 

"Raditz, wake up you stupid jerk," she gasped, squirming under him.

 

"Don't bother them, love," said Lyssra.

 

"Lyss you're okay!" Tomic laughed. Slowly the figure blanketing her moved and grumbled a few choice curses. Tomic was glad that her mate's hair hid most of their nude bodies from the amused gazes of Bardock and Lyssra.

 

"Doing some training in my living room are we?" Bardock asked, then kicked Raditz sharply in the leg. Of course it didn't hurt him.

 

"Do you mind?" Raditz cursed, slowly lifting himself off his mate.

 

"I don't know, what am I supposed to think when I find a lazy sod like you in the middle of my living room, eh?" Bardock asked.

 

"Oh shit," she said.

 

"Teach that son of mine some manners will you?" Bardock glanced down at her with a smirk of amusement. "And when the hell am I going to see some whelps?"

 

"I'm dead," Tomic groaned.

 

"We'll talk later," Lyssra smiled, leaning down to pass Tomic a glass of meadburry juice. She swigged it down, and Raditz rolled off of her with a grunt. He rolled his neck, cracking it as Tomic covered her breast and sex with her gauntleted arms.

 

"I have some experiments to run," Bardock said as his voice faded. "If you're going to rut, get your carcasses the hell off my floor!"

 

"Dammit Father, it's too fucking early!" Raditz growled, holding his face. He took the juice that Tomic handed him, and moved to block his mate from view.