Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Chizzari-Bardock ❯ Ruminating ( Chapter 8 )

Raditz spends most of his time with Turles. Mato spends quite a bit of time with him. She seems fascinated by the fact that he cares for the boy himself - and actually cares about him. She’s hardly ever seen her children, after all, and couldn’t care less about them. That’s the way it is for Saiyans… or should I say, Saiyan women?

Because what time I don’t spend training or fucking, I spend with my sons. I take care of both of them, guarding them, protecting. Raditz has to have at least one hour of training a day, and I watch Turles while he does that. Not just yet has turned into nearly three months.

I stretch out on my bed. The first few weeks were kinda bad. Mato wasn’t too happy about her friends being killed, and spent a lot screaming at me when she realized that the only reason she’d lived was because of our kid. He’s the reason I mated her. The screaming didn’t last real long, though.

I talked Vegeta into joining us one night. I guess a fuck with the Prince was all she needed to forgive me. We had to work out an arrangement with him about our orgies, but it came out okay. I think Raditz thinks that every woman who joins me in bed knows about our brat, but it ain’t so. Turles is a well-kept secret. I think even Nappa’s kept his mouth shut.

Then again, his legs haven’t been healed up all that long. He doesn’t walk too well yet. And Vegeta hasn’t released him from his room, so he can’t really go anywhere. The king hasn’t come to visit, and life is good. I stretch again, lazily. Mato’s gone, she’s got a week-long mission. Pregnant Saiyans make hellacious purgers. You just don’t get on the bad side of a Saiyan who’s pregnant.

Which sets me to wondering how come she can care so much about the brat while it’s in her gut, and couldn’t care less once it’s out. I slip out of bed, grab some training gear, and dress. It’s a short walk to that damned room, and I curse when I realize my fingers still tremble when I try to open the door. I won’t consider myself ready for a mission until I can open the door without trembling at the thought of the … yeah. Until I can open the door without thinking about it.

I slip into the room, beginning with simple exercises. I haven’t been in a lab since I became chizzari, but I’d give a lot right now for some beakers and equipment. There’s got to be something to explain it. Hormones? That’s a reasonable supposition. Mato and Raditz both show some pretty freakish mood swings.

I move into some more complex katas while I think. I’ve got to remember to ask Mato about her birth experiences. I already wrote down everything Raditz and I can remember about his, and I got Vegeta and Mato to give me their takes on it as well. Vegeta killed the rest of them, and they weren’t a hell of a lot of help anyway. Can’t say I miss that bitch of a doctor. I wrote down what she told us about breeders, though.

Turles will be a breeder. I wonder if the child Mato carries will be, then remember that we’re having a girl. She’s scheduled for a planet already, and she hasn’t even been born yet. I make a mental note to find out why, usually a child isn’t sent off until after its power level is tested.

I spend a couple hours in the training room, letting my thoughts drift while my body flows through remembered movements. Returning to the chizzari quarters, I go to Raditz’ rooms to check on my boys. Raditz is out cold on the bed, his hair a tangled mess and his tail in our son’s slobbery mouth. The boy chews a bit, then squeals and holds his arms up to be held.

I gather him close, then hold him out at arm’s length and head for the bathroom. It’s a full-body mess, so I dump him in the tub to clean him up. I tickle his belly while I’m dressing him, grinning as he squeaks and giggles, squirming to get away. He calms down a little when I start petting his tail and take him to the kitchen.

He wraps his tail around my wrist while I rummage through Raditz’ cabinets and cooler, looking for something to feed the brat. “Ah-ha!” I emerge triumphant with something’s liver. The kid still likes his meat raw, but hasn’t got a full face of teeth yet. I chew the stuff mostly up, then let him at it with what teeth he does have. Doesn’t take him that long to finish, so I swoop him up and take him back to his… mother.

Raditz is awake, and I indulge myself with his body. Not that the boy makes more than a token objection to me. Who would, after all? I am currently the hottest - not to mention best - fuck on the entire planet. Turles watches for a little bit, then curls up in his mother’s hair and goes to sleep. I leave my other son satiated and sleepy when I head back to my room for a quick nap.

I’m not real sure what wakes me up, but I know something is wrong. It’s not until I open my door that I can hear it - Raditz is growling, and he sounds almost frantic in spite of that. A moment later, I’m at his open door.

King Vegeta. My sons in the corner, the elder hiding the younger behind him, trying to protect him. “Highness…” I stroll casually forward, still naked from my nap, and still reeking of sex since I hadn’t showered. I let my tail fall loose as I move toward him, letting it flicker lightly over the bulge in his crotch when I make my suggestion. “Care to join me in my quarters?”

I let my tail slide over him as I turn, throwing one coquettish look over my shoulder before I sashay out the door. And I do mean that, considering how my ass and tail were moving to ensure his interest. He followed me, of course. The next hour or so I spent in his company. He’s not as good in bed as his son, not that I really mind. What bothered me was that he bit me again. My thigh is still bleeding sluggishly when Prince Vegeta returns.

I’d left my door open so I could hear if Raditz needed me, so I hear his response to Raditz’ being in the corner. He’s gentle with my son, and that’s a good thing. I decide that a bath is in order. I’d rather the Prince not smell his father on me, and I’m really not that thrilled about the bite. I’m not his chizzari, after all, I’m Prince Vegeta’s. I make a note to talk to my prince about it later. Sometime after a nice long bath and Mato’s return, since I get the feeling he’ll be dealing with my son for quite awhile yet.

Closing my door, I go to run my bath.