Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Chizzari-Raditz ❯ New Mate ( Chapter 17 )

I'm surrounded by doctors. None are Saiyan. One seems to be of Zarbon's people. He is the one who finally takes charge and arranges the testing the others all swear I need. I go through an amazing number of pokings, proddings, blood tests, and fitness tests. It's annoying. They measure how much I eat, time how long I sleep, murmur amongst themselves their ruminations of my sexual prowess and apparent loss of libido. The bastards even time how long I'm in the shower and take samples of the water afterward. It finally occurs to me why they are doing that and I scare them all by offering to provide them with that particular sample individually and with the greatest extent of pain I can contrive. They quit.

I know it was only a month or two they plagued me, but it seemed longer. Only that one of Zarbon's race is left, the others were dismissed. He often massages me. I let him, there's no harm in that. Besides… I'm so starved for any kind of attention I'd probably even let Nappa and the king use me for a sex toy if they wanted. The doctor's light touches are preferable, and considerably more beneficial. He doesn't ever try anything underhanded, either, although I know perfectly well that he finds me attractive.

I couldn't do anything with him even if I really wanted to. The bandage is gone now, but the mark bleeds a little anytime Vegeta is on the planet. When he is with Frieza, it's worse. There hasn't been another of those shattering pains like before, for which I'm grateful, but I'm not about to encourage one by encouraging him. Even if I do still go nude most the time. I have gotten used to wearing nothing.

I have yet to leave my rooms, although the door to the common room will open now, and the bars are gone from my doors and windows. I guess being confined so long has had more of an effect on me than I thought. I still stand in front of the balcony door. Sometimes I find myself lifting my hands to grab bars that are no longer there. I just can't seem to take the steps that will take me to the common room, or out onto the balcony.

Even with Jilt here, I feel isolated and alone. There have been no visitors since Zarbon's doctors left. Jilt does some of the cleaning, I do the rest. There are still no servants, not even from the races we Saiyans have enslaved. I am a pariah. Not even my father has come. I don't know where he is, or if he even knows of what has happened to me. It… hurts, to think that it might be because he knows that he avoids me.

I stare out at the balcony. Jilt has opened the door. There is a fresh breeze redolent in the rich scents of late summer. I concentrate on them, trying not to think of how alone I feel. I can identify some of them. Some bring hazy memories to mind, but I cannot place them. Others, I cannot seem to recognize at all.

Sounds drift in as well. There are the roars of the space pods being fired. I find myself longing to be on one of them, so that I can prove that even shamed, I can be a credit to my people. Shouts of laughter, a hum from the many conversations going on in the world outside. I do not even realize that my hands have risen until Jilt touches one clenched fist gently.

"You were caged far too long, Raditz," he says quietly. "Even now, you cannot escape the bars that held you. This is where they were, is it not?"

I nod, slowly lowering the hand he does not hold. His fingers run over my wrist and forearm, the lightest of pressure easing tensed muscles. "I often stood here, trying to pull them loose. Never did. Not even when I was having Zarrod. I couldn't pull the damned things down so I could at least sit on the balcony."

He backs away from me, still holding my hand, exerting just enough pressure to drag me forward slightly. "You touched the door?"

"No. It was out of reach." I tell him how the bars had been put into place. "The door and windows were always just out of the reach of my fingertips. I think that frustrated me more than anything. They were just barely out of reach."

He pulls again, a bit more strongly. I allow it, although I know perfectly well if he wanted me to go somewhere I'd have no choice. He is another who exceeds me in strength. I take one shuffling step forward, then another, until I am actually at the door. There, my feet seem to take root. I cannot go outside, no matter how much I long to.

It is not entirely that I have been confined. I know that it is dangerous out there. I am fair game to anyone who wishes to do me harm, and there isn't a soul on this planet who would do anything about it. More than likely, they'd join in. Jilt is the only reason I'm remotely safe, and I know it. I draw back.

"Raditz, the sun and fresh air will do you good." Having got me this far, Jilt doesn't seem to want to give up. I shake my head, refusing to step out of the room. His tone hardens suddenly. "Zarbon gave me leave to use whatever measures were necessary, Raditz. I suggest you step outside."

I can't move my feet. I stand there for the longest time, my hand still in Jilt's grasp. His grip has tightened, as if he expects me to try and run. I don't want to run. I want the sunshine, the fresh air. The breeze feels nice. My personal safety, however, ranks very highly with me, and my feet simply refuse to move.

Jilt has the patience of a zylg stalking prey. He waits. I break into a sweat, stare down at my unresponsive feet. I feel my tail, throttling my waist much as it used to in the early days. That memory destroys me. I sink to my knees, the formula spilling from my mouth without thought. I crawl across the threshold, rub my cheek against his leg. My tail tightens, and I hear a sharp snap followed by a wave of pain, but I am used to that.

Slowly, I kiss my way up his leg. I do not look up. It is not right for me to look at my master. A sudden grip on my hair stops me when I reach where my masters have always wanted the most attention. It puzzles me that he stops me, but I do not wonder about it long. I just return to my room as I'm commanded.

I expect to be used, so crawl directly to where the box used to sit beside my bed. For a moment, I stare at the empty space, not understanding how my tools can be missing. Another snap precedes a second wave of pain. I am already on all fours, so the pain does not knock me down. It is not the first time I have inadvertently broken my tail when I have displeased master.

Master touches my tail. I make myself purr, although the abused thing screams with pain. Nimble fingers run along it, find the two snapped bones easily. Both are near the tip, where it was so tightly wrapped. I drop to my forearms, spreading my legs invitingly. I arch my back, my tail coiling around his wrist. It hurts to do that, but I know better than to do anything except purr and wriggle enticingly. Master's needs are paramount, not my little pains.

He makes a shocked sound. My hair is pulled until my body is pressed against his. "Raditz, what are you doing?"

"My body is yours to use as you will," I whisper as I writhe against him. I wish no extra punishments for not being properly enthusiastic. I tip my head back on his shoulder, a position which allows me to kiss the underside of his jaw.

"Stop, Raditz."

I stop moving, stop kissing him. My tail uncoils from his wrist to land limply on the floor. Somehow, I have displeased him. Now, I will be punished. But I am not pushed away. His hands trail over me gently, almost wonderingly. He stands, I sink back to my former position, and wait. I do not expect to wait long.

Nor do I. His fingers are soon running along my tail again. I purr, a bit raggedly, but I purr. Something is wrapped tightly around my tail, where I've broken it. And then, nothing again. Instead of taking me, he walks away. I redouble my purr, trying to encourage him to come back. Instead, I hear the door close.

My tail relaxes from its inviting arch to slump against the floor. I'm already down, so I just stay there. It's not really that uncomfortable a position. My head rests on my hands. My body gradually relaxes as he continues to stay gone. Eventually, I raise my head. The first thing I notice is the unmade bed.

I leap to my feet, quickly fixing that oversight. Something has gone terribly wrong in my world again. I curl up in the chair, and begin to work carefully backwards. It doesn't surprise me that I can't get very far. Somehow, not remembering is very familiar. I decide to go look in the mirror.

My reflection shows a Saiyan in what seems to be good health. I'm a little thin, and my fur and hair feel a bit coarse. I've got a lot of scars, but my muscles are well-defined and seem to indicate that I lead an active life. Or, at least, get a lot of exercise. I stretch and pose for a few moments, but except for the broken bones in my tail, I don't seem to be injured.

It's that mark on my neck that bothers me. I can't understand how a chizzari could come to have a shame mark. I know I had not been claimed when I had become Vegeta's chizzari, but I definitely have the mark of a broken mating bond. It hurts to touch, so after the first hurried inspection, I don't touch it again. It is dark, swollen, and is bleeding very slightly.

I hear the door again, and hurry out. I glance quickly at the green-haired man, confirming that this is the one I am to serve, and kneel. He makes a distressed sound, and orders me to my feet. A moment later, he is at my side, tipping my head up to examine the bleeding mark on my neck.

It hurts like hell when he sinks his teeth into it. I scream, thrashing, trying to stop him, but it is no use. He bites deeply, and my mind reels as a new bond is formed with this non-Saiyan. A supposed impossibility has just happened. I stagger back when he releases me, one hand clasped to my neck. I am breathing heavily, but my breath comes in short, choppy gasps. I can't form a coherent thought no matter how hard I try, and the only thing coming out of my mouth is a mewl.

I hit the wall and slide down it, still staring at him wide-eyed. He looks like he's been hit by an oozaru. A tiny trickle of my blood trails down his chin, and he licks at it absently while I watch. His eyes are out of focus, and he suddenly goes limp and crumples to the floor. I catch him just before he hits.

He remains unconscious for most of a day, and rouses very slowly. I have already determined that the bond is fully in effect. The shame mark has been completely eradicated. His mark is lighter than my original claim was, and considerably weaker. He pulls me down into the bed with him when he finally wakes, running his fingers lightly over my chest.

"How?" It is a very simple question loaded with many difficult connotations.

Jilt smiles. "Does it matter? I think that what I have done will keep you from being in so much pain."

I blink at him, then recall that the shame mark had been bleeding. "It matters to me," I purr.

"Ah." He is silent a long time, doing nothing more than stroking me. I enjoy his touch; delicate, light, even soothing. I continue to purr slightly, waiting for him to tell me what I have asked. "You were acting very strangely, earlier. I had to go do some research on what exactly a chizzari was. Your people have very little information, so I contacted my cousin. He was able to tell me more, and then explained some about the bonds."

"Open com?" I sit up, suddenly alarmed.

"No," he chuckles. "My people are telepathic, something we have so far managed to keep secret from Frieza."

I snort, finding it amusing that every race I've ever met seems to consider it necessary to keep something from the damned lizard-brat. I suppose it really doesn't matter all that much, though, and urge him on.

"I thought that perhaps a new bond would be able to replace the one that had broken, the one that causes you to have such bouts of pain that sometimes you cannot remember things that have happened."

Ah, that explained why I couldn't go back further than a few hours. I nod, and realize the bond has had another effect. I seem to be more independent. "Will I remember what I've forgotten?"

"How much have you forgotten?"

"I can remember back to a few hours ago."

His hand stills on my chest, and he looks stunned. "You remember only a few hours?"

I shrug. "I know that I am a chizzari, but I do not remember anything of becoming one. I remember what I should do." As if to prove that, my tail brushes over his groin. "I remember that you were angry that I couldn't go out on the balcony."

"Couldn't?" His eyebrows raise, his hand capturing my tail so that I cannot use it for teasing. But my choice of words has confused me.

"Couldn't," I confirm, but slowly. "I couldn't move. Something was keeping me there."

"Why did you come to me?"

"You are the master." That comes out immediately. "The one I was to please gave me to you, so that made you the master."

He blinks. "You were to please Zarbon?"

"Yes." I frown. "No."

"Which?"

"I'm not sure." I scowl suddenly. "I don't like men."

"What?"

I pull away from him, puzzled by my own behavior. I am chizzari, and I know that I have apparently been given to Jilt. Something I don't quite remember him saying has proven that to me. Except, I don't want him to touch me the way I should allow him to, as both his chizzari companion and as his mate. I curl my tail around my knees, and my arms as well, and begin rocking, trying to determine what is going on.

He watches me for some time, but I do nothing except rock. That, I discover, is difficult to do on a silk-covered featherbed. I slide off onto the floor, and remain curled there. There is something wrong! Several somethings. First off, I can't remember jack shit. Second, I've mated out-race, which is supposed to be impossible. Third, I am unwilling to be touched by my own mate! "What is wrong with me?"

"A great many things," my mate tells me. Jilt circles the bed and kneels on the floor next to me. "You are still suffering from malnourishment, and the effects from the broken bond. Your life over the last few years has been one of cyclic abuse and constant stress. Right now, you are under my cousin's protection, and," he taps the new mark on my neck, "mine as well. I am a doctor, highly trained among my own people, and versed in the care of yours. I am caring for you now as best as I can, but there are many things that have happened to you that I know little about, and some have underlying causes, like the bond, that I know next to nothing about."

"You shouldn't have been able to form a mating bond with me," I mutter.

"Yes, and you should not have been able to bear my cousin's child, but you did."

I blink. Uncurl. Look at him. "Should not have what?" I say carefully.

"You are a breeder, Raditz." I nod, to show him I know what that means. He quirks an eyebrow. "You have lost two children, and birthed two others."

I nod, very slowly. I know what a breeder is. It is not shocking to find that I am one, so I surmise that some part of me remembers this, and the children. "One of those was your cousin's?"

"Zarbon's child, Zarrad."

Zarrad. The name brings to mind a bright little smile and long black hair. A boy following my movements as I trained, eating from a bowl filled with mush. I nod again. "My son."

"Yes. You remember him?"

"Yes…" My reply is somewhat less than convincing. "He looked like Zarbon, only with black hair."

Jilt smiles and nods. "Yes. Tell me what you can of him. He is of my family, and I saw him only the once."

I tell him what I have recalled, and it seems that each thing I say reminds me of something else. Time passes as I tell him of Zarrad's endless questions and the half-assed education I managed to give him; of swimming in the bathtub and science with the tasteless mush. I tell him some of the stories that I told my son, of the planets I had been to, and the histories of the Saiyans. By the time I finally fall silent, I realize I remember more than I thought I did.

Jilt seems pleased when I say that, and runs his hands down my chest to my stomach. He doesn't try to do anything more. I can't recall exactly when he cuddled me against him this way, but I'm not as jittery as I was earlier. His touch had never bothered me until that moment on the bed, and it doesn't bother me now. I lean back against him, purring lightly.

He continues his petting, which I soon realize is a light massage. It's very relaxing, and I find myself yawning. He smiles, and kisses me, then asks if I'm hungry. As if on cue, my stomach rumbles.