Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lost and Found II: Lavender Blues ❯ Third Class Reunion ( Chapter 6 )

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Like a Father To His Son
Chapter 6 Third Class Reunion
By Trynia Merin
Disclaimer: DBZ belongs to Toriyama and Toei, and is distributed by Funimation. I only own Tomakt, Merlot, and other fan characters. I make no money off this, so don't sue me! Thanks to my reviewers! Heiress2thethrone, Pitkat, and all you other lovely people. Here's another installment!
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Two Saiyans lay intertwined in the meantime while Vegeta was undergoing his personal crisis. Raditz mumbled with curiosity when he sensed something ebbed and fluxed with his master's energies. As he did so, Tomakt grasped his arm gently.
"Please stay, I'm certain the Princess is fine, and you know that the Prince has his pride. If we interrupt a mating he'll certainly punish us. Besides one of us can check him later," she pleaded, knowing she really did want him again.
"We don't need to find out, right? Not right away, do we?" he said with a slow deep laugh. He pushed aside his trepidation and then stretched out on the bed alongside her again as she reached for him.
"Mate with me," she begged, reaching between his legs and touching him where he ached for it. "Let me feel and see your passion as before."
"Yes, that's what I want… I want you, little one," he growled as he shifted and pulled her to sit on his knees. An impossible hunger filled her, and she wrapped her legs around him, hoping to get him to make love to her a second and longer time. He growled softly as he took her breasts in his claws and she returned the compliment, tempting him away from the pull to serve another mistress. The mistress of duty to his prince. While he knew Vegeta could well take care of himself, that concern for a fellow Saiyan came uppermost.
"Please," she whispered. "We have not seen each other in so long. Let me give you all you desire and more that I should have given those 20 years ago."
"Oh yes but you're not the one that should have given it. It is I," he growled, unable to resist the hunger as he moved between her legs. She reached for him, and felt his demanding kiss and his hands caressing her body with measured superhuman strength. Again she shivered with genuine hunger, aching to be filled. He quickly grabbed her hips and teased her to the right place with deliberate movements.
"Great Super Saiyan," she whimpered.
"Now you are ready," he said with a happy smile, positioning her as he held her off of him. She sighed with intense pleasure as he reentered her with a swift stroke this time. Slowly she rocked on him, and he thrust up carefully. Her deep moans made him even hungrier as he kept her breasts in his hands.
"I love how you feel inside me," she whispered, knowing that an hour before she was scared to death, and now she wanted him more than anything else did.
"As do I, little one," he growled deeply, thrusting his hips and making her whimper with relief and pleasure. She moved more deliberately, giving him what he craved, and he pulled to a shallower angle to pleasure her more than himself. When he felt her mortality fading he gently bit his her neck as she offered it. Eagerly she drank, and licked her lips, nodding that she wanted more. She drank in every deep kiss, embracing him from below as she sweetly kissed him and he thrust in and out more vigorously.
He let out a loud stifled growl as he thrust up and then sat on the bed, his massiveness holding her up almost by itself as he folded his arms around her and she nibbled at his neck. Hot fire surged around them both, and she shivered as she clenched on him.
"Am I pleasing you?" she asked, as he stopped, and she convulsed.
"Yes, you are, Tomakt-chan you always did," he growled, savoring each thrust and each moment that they were together. Each moment she was joined to him she knew was something the Prince would want. It could result in a new life perhaps like the Princess was carrying. It would buy time for her species on the brink of extinction. Being with him again was a most incredible feeling she wanted for herself it had been so long. He continued to immerse himself in pleasing her and she him.
"This is for YOU, little one," he growled as his member suddenly sent her into a second and third orgasm that exploded like fireworks. Before she anticipated the immanent sweetness of his force. Holding her tightly to him, he gave a strangled roar as she shivered and spasmed. Tomakt's screams were muffled as she buried her head in his chest, and his essence again flooded her, his arms wrapping around her shivering body.
Tomakt moved slowly, remembering the Princess was her responsibility. "I should go to the lab perhaps and see what other technologies I can give to her sire. And there is much about this world's culture I must absorb.
"Don't go," he pleaded her as she wept with the pleasure. She remained there in response to his pleas as he willed himself not to answer the call of duty.
"I want to stay with you, my sweet one," he growledsoftly as she sat there surrounding him, and sighed. "Duty can wait for both of us. When the Prince or Princess calls we will go. Answering the call of duty too hastily cost us both dearly. We deserve some time for ourselves. For the Prince is taking time with his Princess. Their energies remain in their quarters."
"I suppose I should heed my own advice. Mating is following duty, for the Saiyan Race must be repopulated. Third class as WELL as royal," she whispered, and he held her tightly. Resting her head on his shoulder she kissed his bare skin and nuzzled him, no fear now.
"Nothing would please me more. And I will not want anything to harm you before we can add more lives to the Saiyan race," he rumbled, his eyes deep scarlet with contentment. "Because you are mine and I neglected my duties far too long to give you offspring."
"I am yours, I promise you," she sobbed as she held him, choking with the emotion. He knew he couldn't deny her the pleasure of completion.
"Yes," he murmured, lightly clawing at one breast as he wrapped his tail around her, and she lay herself out on him, the sofa creaking under his weight.
"You are to be promoted I hear. You to second class and I to serve the Princess," Tomakt whispered as she sat up on his chest, and pulled her hands to play with her breasts idly. He never seemed to tire of touching her, and she loved the tingling that her body was experiencing.
"You are far stronger than you gave yourself credit for. The Prince has said that you were too soft hearted to be a warrior, but in this strange new world I think those qualities may well serve you," he said in a labored sigh that rose and dropped her as he shifted and then pulled her back down to lay in his massive arms.
"You worry about Kakkarot, about mending the rift between brothers. I know it runs deep. The Princess explained it to me."
"There is little chance of him overlooking this," Raditz lamented. "But perhaps your soft heartedness can sway him? He is a sentimental fool."
"Fight fire with fire," she said bitterly. "I didn't kill and maim like you and Napa did out of mere 'soft heartedness'. I only regret the waste of life for the specimens I could study. You know that my brother wanted intact life forms so he could plant his trees and drain every drop dry. Why must you question his and my way of purging when it was JUST as effective."
"It seemed to fly in the face of Saiyan tradition," Raditz sniffed. "You finding the 'right' world with your research, integrating yourself with the population and carrying out your breeding experiments. Then calling his crew to plant the seed and draining the life force of worlds dry so he could eat the damned fruit. Without any zeal to fight or hunt."
"Don't question him. Turles is dead and gone. And if not for my brother you and I would never have been together. How soon you forget that," she snorted, whacking his backside.
"I apologize," he snorted. "He in his own way met his quota. But the Prince says the time for purging has ended. And I see how futile and foolish it was. We both know we must dedicate ourselves to preserving our race not at the expense of others but in mutual cooperation. And that is alien to me."
"As to me. But killing and purging were a waste of energy when there was so much to learn. By my 'soft hearted' experiments and selling the populace as slaves and servants instead of killing I was merely preserving life. Why destroy when you can learn?"
"Humph," he snorted. "There is a valid point. But Kakkarot will not forget my deeds. I have much to atone for, and it is my wish that we fight these androids the Prince speaks of by his side."
"All is not lost. The Princess plans a 'shopping' trip, a female bonding ritual by which she and I can meet Kakkarot's mate. Perhaps you and the Prince can invite Kakkarot to join you and Merlot in sparring?"
"Perhaps you are right. I was right to chose you. But I did not expect you to stay with me."
"I want to," she whispered.
"Come here," he growled, and she went to him again, covering his face in kisses as he joined her again.
"My mate and my love," she whispered, working herself onto him again. He smiled and realized this business of reunion was working well indeed. The last aftershocks surged their power, and he impaled her one last time before he released her, and sighed in deep satisfaction.
"Keep this up and I'll have to carry you around," he laughed.
"I don't care, as long as I'm with you," she sighed.
"Then let us rest for the coming battle," he said. "Keep yourself where you are."
"Gladly," she said as their tails intertwined.
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Much later she felt his movement under her, and looked up. Raditz was sitting up, and his muscles tensing under her. "Someone is looking for us," he whispered, his hot breath pulsing against her neck.
"It is the Prince's son," she whispered, and winked.
He nodded and she felt the bed shift as he got up. Extending a hand he helped her to stand, and they moved over to puzzle out how a shower worked. After subjecting her and him to a sluice of water, Tomakt figured out the small dials adjusted the primitive stream, and the surfactant called soap was used to rub over in a lather. They delighted in coating one another with this foamy stuff.
Later, they emerged and dried one another by flaring ki. Raditz nudged her, handing her the armor she had discarded. He picked up the armor she had brought for him and set to the side on what they called a dresser. He gave her a last warm kiss holding her in his arms. Both of them looked like strange bookends, except instead of brown shoulder flashes, Raditz had taken on the second class gold. Tomakt's armor was the same she had worn to the planet.
Taking her hand in his, she strode out, her body aching a bit and hungry to be near him. She walked easily, the well being surging through her with a new strength that she had never before had.
Out in the main room stood Future Trunks, blushing as he saw the couple striding in. Merlot trudged in as well, wiping the dust from potato chips from his face.
"Your Glory," they said, bowing on one knee each.
"Guys, you can stop that," said Trunks. "My father's just talked to the other Special forces. They've had differences of opinion."
"You saw my brother Kakkarot, sire? Where?" asked Raditz.
"Calm down, whelp," Merlot glared at him.
"Guys, it's not gonna be that easy. Father's pissed off that they're pushing aside his ideas. So he's sent me to spar with you guys till he's ready to come down. I'm supposed to see what you can all do," said Trunks.
"Well then lead on, Sire," said Merlot. "I'm anxious to stretch my muscles. Traveling parsecs in a pod is a cramp!"
"I know too," said Raditz, glaring at Napa's brother. The two knew each other well from the old days, and the braggart shared the family's bravado. Short on brains and long on strength.
"Atrophication was something we ALL experienced," Tomakt glared at him. Merlot sniffed.
"Not SOME of us, who had brothers in high places," he snorted.
"Leave my brother OUT of this!" she snorted.
"Guys, settle down! We're going to use the GR, and we'd better make good use of the time before my Father gets up. He wants results, and I don't want to let him down," Trunks said firmly. Now he knew how Gohan had felt putting him through the paces. He was anxious to prove to his father that he could hack being a Prince's son. These three Saiyans would be his testing ground.
"Apologies your glory," Raditz said, and so did Tomakt.
"Show us what you will," Merlot nodded, inclining his head.
"First, get up. Secondly, I'm gonna have Prof. Tomakt and Raditz spar while you and I see what we can do. Our fighting styles are gonna be different, so I need to see what we can work with," Trunks said, motioning them to follow him. His sword was strapped across his shoulder, and Raditz caught him glancing at Tomakt occasionally to his dismay. Tomakt was glancing at Raditz more than Trunks, and Merlot was chuffing with amusement. Raditz had mated up into the elite, but Tomakt's bungling of her first purging operation had brought her down.
Raditz blushed when he recalled the day he found out that she'd been demoted and stripped of Elite status. That day she showed up in the laboratory where her father Bardock worked was a shocker. Raditz had dropped in on his father to speak to him about some family matter that Ruta had sent him on. Imagine his shock seeing a shy but triumphant Tomakt standing there with a big grin.
Raditz was flummoxed and surprised. Over dinner she explained that her father had all but disowned her. That left them free to mate and start a future together. Overjoyed he was still sure that Tomakt had somehow been given a raw deal with her demotion for failing to purge a planet. She told him that she had studied the native inhabitants, then waited for a disease to wipe them out as they fought one another to a standstill. Who remained was sold to her brother Turles as slaves and concubines while he sold her loot to the Archalisei museum. It took her six months to do an operation that should have taken only one.
"Love what happened? Your power is greater then mine!" Raditz had stammered.
"I did it for you," she said quietly. "You think I wanted that fat bastard Habeniero to have me? I HATE him. I wanted to mate with whom I wanted. Not my father.
"You mean you botched it all so you could be DEMOTED?" Raditz gasped.
"Yes," she nodded. "I purposely bungled an Elite offer so I wouldn't have to mate with the elite my father selected."
"Tomakt I don't' know what to say," Raditz said bewildered licking blood off his face.
"Just say that you want me. That you will bond with me as you desired on Orchydsei," she said.
"I want you, but I would have fought him for you!" Raditz snapped.
"This was better. You think I wanted you dead?" she snapped.
"I could have taken him!"
"You know as well as I do that you're strong, but not to his level. I did what I had to so we could be together," she had said. Raditz was furious at her assault to his pride. Yet he knew she was right.
"I can't believe you gave up your elite scientific career for me," he mumbled.
"Yes. Because I love you," she whispered. To this day Raditz recalled the sacrifice, and winced in pain and pride. Humbling him and herself had cost them both dear.
"Wake up whelps!" Merlot shouted. Both Tomakt and Raditz snapped out of their mutual reminiscence.
"Apologies," they both muttered.
"It's okay," Trunks said. They stood in front of Capsule 4 in the back of the corporation's lot. Both of them gaze din appreciation at the curved pod's surface.
"This resembles one on Alvegasei," said Merlot. "Your dam has quite the way with adapting Saiyan technologies, wouldn't you say, Professor?"
"Yes," nodded Tomakt. "How was it done, your Glory?"
Trunks blushed. "This is nothing. Shall we go in and see what you guys are made of?"
"All right, some action at last," said Raditz with a grin.
"You said it, whelp. Let's see what you're made of!"
"C'mon in," Trunks said, punching the code on the GR door, to admit the three armored Saiyans in after him.
Tomakt laughed as she and Raditz entered after Merlot and Trunks. The Androids that their Prince spoke of could not hide for long. All three Saiyans sensed the sudden burst of power exuded by the Prince's son and laughed. He was by far more powerful than any Saiyan they'd sensed or seen on their scouters.
Fate had protected their Prince and themselves so they now she had three new players in the game. Four counting the Prince's son. There would be no time before the androids surfaced. The Prince had not originally planned that three warriors would survive the cryosleep. Now this might tip the balance in favor of winning.***