Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Chizzari-Raditz ❯ Taken ( Chapter 10 )

Turles takes up a hell of a lot of my time. The women Bardock keeps think it's amazing that I give a rat's ass about the kid. I gotta admit, it is unusual. Brats usually spend their first two years in the crèche, get their warrior ceremony, and get their asses shipped off to fight. It's only royalty that stay with parents, and from what Vegeta told me, the kids in the crèche have a better time of it.

I still haven't figured out why I haven't shipped the brat off. Vegeta doesn't seem to mind, though. He spends a lot of time in bed with us. He likes the brat. I'm… protective.

Vegeta was gone yesterday, when his dad showed up. Came to see Turles. I wouldn't let him touch the kid, snapped and growled and everything, curling up in one of the corners with the kid behind me. I don't know what would have happened if my father hadn't showed up. He took one glance and suggested that maybe the king would join him in his quarters. Flicked his tail over the bastard's cock, all teasing, then sashayed out the door.

Damn king followed him like a bitch in heat. I didn't come out of my corner until Vegeta got back, and it took him hours to calm me down to where I was talking again. Once he finally figured out what was wrong, he took off, and didn't come back until morning. I'm still not happy about what he was doing. He's arranged for Turles to be taken away. I've got to give my baby the warrior ceremony real soon, so that he can leave a proper Saiyan warrior.

The little bastard looks just like my father. I wonder momentarily if he'll be as big a slut, then do what I have to. He's crying by the time I finish, but I expected that. I poke a sweet in his mouth, and haul him down to the med bay. He's only in the tank for five minutes, and he's good to go. Most babies don't get tanked, but most babies aren't mine.

Vegeta is waiting for me when I get back to the room. "Is it done?"

"Yeah, it's done. He yelled."

"I'm not surprised." Vegeta looks at me, then strokes his hands through my hair. "Raditz, Zarbon has promised he's to be trained with one of the mercenary teams, when he's five. He's to stay on one of Frieza's planets until then, at a crèche with other warrior young, getting an education of sorts."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" I snap. I'm feeling churlish, I haven't let my son out of my sight for more than an hour since he was born. "'Cause it don't, you know."

He presses kisses to my forehead, and takes Turles from me. "He'll be safe from my father, Raditz. Safe from Nappa."

"Well, that makes me feel a little better, but I still don't like this." I have to sit down in the chair, on top of my hands, so I don't try to yank the kid back away from him. And it's hell watching him leave my room with my baby, and knowing I'll probably never see the brat again.

Very un-Saiyan of me, really. I gotta wonder if it's cause I'm a breeder, or because since I'm a chizzari now, I wasn't out on assignment the very next day. Dad's excited, he's got his team back together, and he sure gave Toma a hell of a shock when he told him about me. Man couldn't do anything but make fish-out-of-water faces for a solid hour, and then all he managed to do was squeak. But I wasn't on assignment, and I kept my kid, and now I miss him.

Man, my mind is bouncing everywhere! I lurch to my feet and head for the kitchen. Maybe something to eat will help, but I really don't feel all that hungry. I grab some of the sweet tubers and slice them thin, then fry them. Maybe by the time the grease has all dripped out of them, I'll actually feel like eating them. I stick them on a rack to drain, then wander out to my balcony.

The gardens aren't any more soothing now than they were the day I came to these quarters. Feeling contrary, I take a piss over the edge. There's an outraged roar from below, and I go back inside with a smirk on my face. The fried tubers sound pretty good now, and I'm munching on the third batch of them I've made when Vegeta comes in and curls up on my lap.

He curls his tail loosely around my wrist, the one I'm not eating with, and yawns. I sniff, then sneeze. "You smell like sex."

"Should. Saw Zarbon," he mutters sleepily. He sleeps a lot anymore. Catching up on what he didn't get, I suppose, or saving up for when he doesn't feel safe enough to sleep. I ignore the fact that he's been fucking Frieza's second, and wrap my own tail around his waist. He snuggles in closer, and is asleep a moment later.

I finish off the last few of my chips, and carry him over to the bed. He sleeps through me taking off his clothes. Yeah, he's definitely been fucked. There's fingerprints on his hips and scratches all over his back and chest. And he's a bit of a mess. I regard the mess, then decide to ignore it. Shucking my own clothes, I crawl into bed with him. He fusses for only a moment before plastering himself against me and wrapping that tiny tail of his around my thigh.

My discontent fades a little as I pet the prince curled against me. This I like, just laying here with him. When he wakes up, I know what he'll want, and I'll give it to him. Then he'll probably bite me again… it's a fucking ritual. I grin at my choice of words, but my grin fades as my thoughts continue in the chaotic way they have all day.

Vegeta's 19 now. It's only three years before he becomes Frieza's. Father's to go out on a mission again in another week, he's training now. He's been training daily since Vegeta returned, and he finally feels like he's ready for a mission. Me, I'm gonna wait just awhile longer. The brat needs me with him, and I'll be going with him on his next mission.

Mato will be having her baby sometime soon. Another couple weeks, I think it is. Then I'll find out if I have a brother or a sister. I gotta admit, I'm hoping for a brother, not that it matters. I won't see any more of him than I will of my own son. Vegeta's already said that any kids we have will be his chizzari eventually. Under his rules, after he kills Nappa. Why he hasn't yet, I'm still not sure. I guess he needs that pile of shit for something. So I guess I will see more of them then, but it'll be a hell of awhile, if they don't get themselves killed first.

Saiyans got a bad habit of dying young. Comes with thinking we're invincible, I suppose. We're among the fiercest of Frieza's warriors, if not the strongest. Zarbon, for example, could take the king out without breaking a sweat, and that fat pink blob Frieza's so damned fond of would break a sweat, but he'd be able to beat the king too.

Frieza could probably kill us all without doing more than lifting a finger. Okay, I'm depressed. Maybe I better try to get some of the sleep I lost taking care of my own kid. Now, I'm really depressed.