Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lost and Found II: Lavender Blues ❯ Unofficial First Date ( Chapter 8 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Like A Father To His Son
Chaperones and Lunch
Disclaimer: DBZ belongs to Toriyama and Toei, and is distributed by Funimation. I only own Tomakt, Merlot, and other fan characters such as Bliss and Bernie Simms. I make no money off this, so don't sue me! My thanks to Heiress and Bulma for their continued support. And because you requested it, I'm going to try and give Trunks a girlfriend here.
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In Capsules cafeteria the females hunted for a nice table where they could sit undisturbed. Bliss motioned Tomakt towards the line of booths on the second floor, near the executive dining area, where supervisors sat. Other employees filed through the lines without giving them a second glance. "This okay? I prefer sitting by windows," said Bliss.

"It will suffice," Tomakt said. She slid into the other side of the booth overlooking the main grounds.

"Let the guys get our stuff," said Bliss with a grin, setting down her iced mocha. Across from her, Tomakt plunked down two bottles of Coca-Cola and a large tumbler of ice.

Tomakt glanced over her shoulder towards the cafeteria line. Trunks had fished out a capsule corps ID given to him by his parents from the leather wallet from his front pants pocket. "Flex or credit?"

"Flex account," he said. "I've got the people behind me, the next few trays."

"All right then. Enjoy your meal sir," the cashier chirped, beaming him a smile. Her eyes widened at the next person in line, towering over her at a height of seven feet. Politely Raditz indicated the numerous capsules set on empty plates. Because of their special needs, Bulma had the cafeteria carry certain entrees in capsule portions for their new Saiyan employees. It was her idea to have Merlot, Tomakt and Raditz eat with everyone else so they could pick up Chikyuujin social norms.

"I think this is everything, milady," he said. "At least for starters. I'll be back later for the next course."

"Don't mind him, he's with me," said Trunks, beaming the cashier Rita a reassuring grin.

"We're the new security detail," Raditz explained, grabbing his stacks of trays loaded with food capsules.

"That explains it," she giggled. "Well you must have a pretty big party."

"Just my mate, and me" he blinked.

"C'mon, they'll miss us," Trunks urged him.

"Tomakt prefers eating among the native population. Don't ask me why," he shrugged.

"Over there," Trunks pointed, where Bliss waved them over.

"Oh my, someone's hungry," she commented, seeing two plates loaded with at least twenty capsulated meals on the taller Saiyan's tray. Trunks set down a tray before Bliss, with the three encapsulated daily specials, while he took the plates off.

"You wished for the Parmesan chicken, about five helpings, love?" Raditz asked Tomakt.

"You've got him well trained," Bliss winked at Tomakt.

"Ah, she wounds me," Raditz laughed, pretending to stab himself with an imaginary knife in the chest.

"Years of practice," Tomakt nodded. "Did you remember the ten portions of eel sushi?"

"I wouldn't be so fool as to forget that detail," Raditz smirked.

"Have a seat, I don't bite," she said, indicating Trunks was welcome to slide in next to her. Raditz began dencapsulating the first round on three or four empty plates.

"Here's the cappuccino latte you wanted. I put extra cinnamon on it. That's what you wanted, right?" Trunks asked.

"Perfect. I hope you got one for yourself," she said.

"Too much caffeine makes me too wound up. Harder to train that way," he said. "Its only when I gotta stay up late that I load on the expresso. Like Gramps."

"You two are hopeless," Bliss glanced at Tomakt and Raditz sharing the common portions.

"You of all the new employees shouldn't ask such silly questions," Raditz lightly reprimanded her.

"And why is that?" Bliss made a face at him.

"Raditz, stop being rude will you? She's only just transferred here," Tomakt scolded, elbowing her mate.

"Apologies," he grumbled, stuffing his face with various portions of raw hamburger. Fresh uncooked meat was mixed with other foods that were high protein content. Trunks noticed the sizable portions Bliss was packing away.

"You've got a good appetite for a so called 'human'," Tomakt said quietly.

"Oh, I didn't eat breakfast," she explained. "I'm on the Atkins diet."

"I won't tell if you don't," Trunks teased. "MY mom says that people who work in labs sometimes eat just as much as people who train for fighting. All that brainpower takes glucose. You should see how much gramps and I ate when we were decoding those Red Ribbon files Father and I retrieved."

"When you discovered me?" Raditz nodded, washing down his mouthful of food with a sizable draught of milk from a gallon jug.

"Well, you've got THAT custom right, Raditz. Most men drink right from the carton. Human men," Bliss commented.

"Humph, it's the only way I can get a decent amount to drink," he answered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Something else, aren't they?" Bliss said quietly to Trunks.

"Who, us?" Raditz chuffed. "We've been called far less complimentary things then that by ones far less attractive then present company."

"Aww isn't that sweet. I guess humans aren't so rough on the eyes after all, huh, Trunks?" Bliss nudged him.

"Depends on who you ask," Trunks said. "According to my dad, humans are an acquired taste. But considering I'm here…"

"We're all the more fortunate for that," Tomakt nodded. Raditz lifted a brow, seeing Trunks blush.

"So what is it you do around Capsule, Raditz-san?" Bliss asked. "Security?"

"Indeed. And I am also bodyguard to Master Trunks here," he nodded towards the Prince's son. "As well as sparring partner."

"In addition to looking handsome that is," said Tomakt, reaching up to run her fingers through Raditz' mane of shaggy spikes.

"For a Saiyan you mean?" Bliss quipped.

"I would not even begin to compare, considering my experience with human looks is limited to what I see around me. Such comparisons warrant further study," Tomakt laughed, preening though her mate's hair. Raditz let out a low contented purr, temporarily forgetting the pang of jealousy he felt in the way that Tomakt and Trunks seemed to easily interact.

"I'll recommend Dad tell Mom that the next time she asks about how something looks on her," Trunks chuckled.

"More human men should take example," said Bliss with a giggle.

"Speaking of, how much do you know about our situation?" Trunks asked her.

"Um what do you mean?" Bliss asked.

"Regarding the reason for adapting Saiyan technology for human usage, he means," Tomakt clarified.

"Ms. Briefs said that we were to learn all we could. From you Saiyans. So we could stop the emergence of what's being called Artificial Humans."

"You know then," Trunks said, flinching as his eyes widened.

"They have the necessary security clearance, Sire," said Raditz to Trunks. "I apologize for neglecting to tell you."

"It's okay. I just want you to know what you're getting into," said Trunks. "You said you knew something about Red Ribbon?"

"Yes. My mother and I were… almost killed by Red Ribbon troops a year or so ago. Fortunately her skills as a fighter proved our salvation. WE don't remember much before then," she said.

"Where are you from?" asked Trunks.

"A place far away from here," Bliss said evasively.

"One of the cities that was destroyed by rebels with former Red Ribbon connections, near that base that Prince Vegeta discovered," said Tomakt.

"Where I was found," said Raditz. "Correct?"

"I don't remember a city there," said Trunks with a curious look.

"Because it was razed to the ground," said Bliss.

"Oh, of course. I did see some ruins there, but I didn't realize you and your mother had lived there. But that place was abandoned for at least five years," Trunks said.

"The island was inhabited according to Prince Vegeta till at least a year ago," said Raditz quickly. "According to the security files I've perused. But there were refugees living in the ruins till Vegeta informed Capsule they were there."

"I don't remember Mom saying that," Trunks blinked.

"Prince Vegeta doesn't care to make his 'sympathy' towards humans public knowledge, lest the Earth's Special Forces know that he's not his usual self," Tomakt said lightly. "You know how proud your father is."

"Tell me something I don't know," Trunks blushed. "So you're saying that my father… Prince Vegeta saved you and your mother from that island?"

"Yes. A year ago," said Bliss. "He hadn't made a big deal of it. I didn't think it was important. To tell the truth, I don't remember much from before that time. Selected parts of my past I don't like to think about. I was only recently cleared to work again, six months ago. Because I'd suffered massive head traumas."

"So you were like me, out of the loop then? Better than having 10 or more years go by on ice," said Raditz bitterly.

"Amen," said Bliss. "You and I've got some things in common then, Radz."

"Hmmph," Raditz said till Tomakt shot him a glare. Trunks cast her a questioning look.

"What?" he asked.

"Just that some of us have pasts we'd rather forget," said Tomakt carefully to Trunks. "And if she cannot remember now, she will in time if it's important."

"Yeah. Sorry to be nosy," Trunks said, catching the double meaning to Tomakt's pointed statement. He knew the implications of her words because she was referring to his own mysterious past that was a closely kept secret.

"If she is bound to secrecy, surely she should know details about some of us," said Raditz, glancing at Tomakt.

"What's that?" asked Bliss.

"Oh, I'll tell you later," said Trunks. "Right Tomakt? I mean a cafeteria is kind of an impersonal place for some things. And I'm sorry if I'm being nosy, Bliss."

"It's all right. If I knew more I'd tell more. But there are gaps that I don't think I'll get back. It's a sort of selective amnesia."

"Mmph," Raditz nodded. Bliss sighed, and chugged down the rest of her cappuccino.

"Mistress Bulma is going shopping later this week," said Tomakt. "Would you care to join us, Bliss?"

"Who me? Count me in, if it's not a problem," Bliss said with a grin. "I have got to have my hair and nails done. I wouldn't miss a shopping spree with Ms. Briefs herself!"

"Another human social event then?" Raditz asked. "I prefer your hair the way it is love."

"I won't get it majorly changed," said Tomakt. "Besides I need to bring you along so I can get you some earth clothes in your size. I don't think it would be prudent to do otherwise. "

"You just want him along to carry the stuff we're going to clean out of the stores," Bliss giggled. "Are you coming too, Trunks?"

"Well, it's more of a girl thing, actually," Trunks laughed.

"Oh don't be silly, you'd be very welcome," said Tomakt.

"Would it be wise?" asked Raditz.

"Who else is going to rescue him when his eyes glaze over from girl talk?" Tomakt grinned. "According to the Prince, shopping is a predominantly female past time, and there is safety in numbers for the males who are accompanying their mates."

"Well, I guess you twisted my arm. But only if Mom's cool with it. I just know she's going to bring Nana, and maybe Son Chichi san," said Trunks.

"Will Kakkarot be there?" asked Raditz.

"Possibly," said Trunks. "A mall is a nice neutral location. And they have a paintball arcade. Son Goku loves to play once in a while. You couldn't pry him and Krillen away with a crowbar when they first opened it up… at least according to what Mom said."

"Paintball, is that a hunting related game?" Raditz asked.

"You bet," said Trunks. "What do you say, big guy?"

"I say include me, Sire," said Raditz with a grin.

Tomakt groaned, shaking her head as Bliss giggled. The two females shared a look of mutual understanding and comedic eye rolling for what would be a male bonding experience. "Can you convince your father… the Prince to come?" asked Bliss.

"I think that's stretching it," said Trunks.

"Aww it was worth a shot," Bliss said.

"I think his Majesty would put training first and foremost," said Tomakt. "But the outing should be quite pleasant with our current guest list."

"We should report back soon," Raditz said, glancing at the wall clock. "It's almost one PM."

"Drek," Tomakt groaned.

"I'll clear the trays," Raditz offered, getting up to take away the empty plates that Trunks was helping him stack.

"I usually take a walk before getting back to work," Bliss said. "Rats, I don't have enough time!"

"Take an extra half hour, and stay later," said Tomakt. "I'll compensate without you."

"You sure?" asked Bliss.

"Perhaps you could show her around, Sire?" asked Tomakt of Trunks.

"Sure, if she doesn't mind," said Trunks, trying not to look too eager.

"I shall meet back with you when you're finished," Raditz said. "If there is anything you require sire, don't hesitate to contact me."

"I think right now he needs us to leave them be," Tomakt whispered as she got up, and grabbed Raditz by his hand.

"But is it seemly for the Prince's son to go unescorted?" he asked.

"I'll be fine!" Trunks laughed. "I am legal, all right?"

"Come on, let's go. I have a few questions regarding those security files you mentioned, Radz-chan," Tomakt urged, dragging her mate away by his wrist. Bliss shook her head, laughing as she watched the two Saiyans carry the piles of trays towards the dirty dishes area. Trunks grabbed his drink and motioned for her to follow him.

"C'mon I'll give you the one zenni tour," he joked. Bliss smiled and strode alongside him, glancing back towards Tomakt with a grateful smile.

"Enjoy," Tomakt mouthed, still pulling Raditz behind her as she exited.

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"Aren't you being a bit obvious?" Raditz snorted.

Tomakt's tail flickered against the back of his thighs. She gasped at the pressure of his tail unwinding then twining around her hips possessively. Lightly she transferred her own tail to his waist. It was the Saiyan equivalent of an embrace while they walked along.

"Depends on what you mean," she said evasively.

"You know perfectly well what I mean, love," Raditz snorted. "I am all for the Prince's son pursuing a female, but will his father the Lord Prince approve?"

"Considering who she is, I think he'd deem it quite appropriate," said Tomakt. "The Prince wants his son to have the best choice of consorts. Considering the alternatives she's not mated."

"How long do we let it go before he finds out?" asked Raditz.

"When he comes to you or me for advice, or consults his father," said Tomakt. "It's my guess he will naturally look to you or Merlot. His relationship with his father doesn't seem to have that sort of familiarity yet."

"He seems comfortable with me, but I have a suspicion he might consult his other Special Forces friends before me," said Raditz. "After all, he has Kakkarot and the others. As far as he suspects she's an attractive human."

"I think he knows that she's not just another pretty female," said Tomakt quietly.

"I am not blind Tomakt. I have seen how he looks at you," said Raditz. "And he gives her the same look as well. Though he's half human he does have the senses of a Saiyan. And the instincts."

"The cross breeds do tend to share some traits. But the senses of smell are considerably reduced even if the sensation of battle power is enhanced. From what I studied with Father's records, the half bloods were more likely to chose mates of the weaker half of their inheritance. Some of them did not feel worthy of taking a Saiyan mate. Unless it was a male seeking out a half blooded female."

"Hmmph, would you have chosen a half blood?" Raditz asked quietly. "There were enough males of mixed blood of higher classes. Yet few of them admitted to their pedigree."

"Blood was only one factor and you know it to be so. Full blooded Saiyan females always went to full blooded males," she said with a snort.

"That being what it is, I suppose the Prince will approve. Yet her sire and dam are not royalty, even if they are elite."

"He would prefer a mix between elite rather than the offspring of third class," said Tomakt. "As Kakkarot has no female offspring, this is the only alternative save further diluting his blood."

"There are half Idsarjin/Saiyan females, are there not?" asked Raditz.

"A few amongst the Royal family. But they were not born with tails. It's a trait that isn't guaranteed for female Saiyan half bloods. Most male demi Saiyans are born with tails, but the females most often are not. It's simple genetics."

"Indicating the tail is a male linked trait," Raditz said quietly. "Enabling the female demis to live unmolested while the males were selectively exterminated."

"Unfortunately," said Tomakt.

"Our whelps, were they like us?" Raditz asked quietly. Tomakt pulled out the small flat surface to show him the images he rarely beheld.

"Turles was proud of Planck," she said quietly. "He was a good warrior. Only slightly younger than Kakkarot's offspring was when you first met him. Unfortunately he died when trying to save his uncle."

"As a true Saiyan would. And our daughter?"

"Rutra," she sighed. "Bok Choi fancied her. As he fancied many that were too young to breed. I…"

"Tomakt, I should not have asked. Forgive me," Raditz said quickly as he wrapped her in his arms. She gnashed her teeth, squeezing her eyes shut in grief. Rocking her against him he heard the low growling snarls vibrating through them both.

"She was so like your Mother," she whispered. "Our little precious one."

"There will be others," Raditz said quietly. "This I swear. I will give you more whelps on this world. And they will not be slaves of Freiza or any one. But serve the Prince as we do now. The line of Rhutra will NOT be perpetuated solely through Kakkarot, but through us as well."

"In this world?"

"This world or any where we are called to serve," Raditz reassured her.

Prince Vegeta glanced down at the two third class, slowly levitating to join them. He strode forwards where Raditz crouched with Tomakt on his knee. Tears ran down her cheeks, catching the Prince's attention with their clean scent.

"Am I interrupting something sentimental?" Vegeta coughed.

"My apologies, Majesty," Tomakt sniffed, moving away from Raditz' embrace to kneel before their Prince.

"Don't fucking apologize. It's annoying," Vegeta held up his hand.

"Sire, do you require our presence?" asked Raditz as he inclined his head.

"Is it true that my son is in the company of one of those new Capsule Employees? I flew over the garden and happened to see him with your lab assistant, Professor Tomakt," Vegeta asked, arms crossed over his armored breastplate in their usual position. His face was fixed in that regal frown, yet betrayed no emotion other than regal indifference.

"Yes sire, is that not permitted?" asked Tomakt.

"Hmmph, you'd best keep an eye on them. I don't disapprove, but sooner or later the boy must learn more about his Saiyan heritage. And it's YOUR duty to school him in those rites since you have more experience then I," he pointed to Raditz.

"It's not for us to presume superiority," gasped Raditz.

"You're a full blooded Saiyan couple who has lived in a long term mating bond. And since you're the Prince's bodyguard, you'll mentor my son in pursuing a mate," said Vegeta. "And as for you Tomakt, you'll do your part. He must learn his culture in addition to training. If the Royal line is to persist."

"Does that include accompanying him on the shopping trip the Princess had ordered?" asked Tomakt.

"Hmmph I suppose. Just don't let things get out of hand. He's a Royal, and his actions reflect upon his family," said Vegeta.

"Has he not consulted you on matters of mating?" Raditz asked. "Begging your Royal Pardon?"

"No. He has not discussed that subject. But I shall broach it in my own time. After you have brought it up in your training sessions naturally," said Vegeta.

"What if he wants a human mate?" asked Tomakt.

"He would do well to consider his options. Make sure he knows what they are. Not at the expense of the plan though," Vegeta said sharply. "And as for your other matter, I suggest you take steps to rectify the situation immediately."

"Sire?" asked Raditz.

"What do you mean, your Majesty?" asked Tomakt.

"You have no brats. Change that immediately," said Vegeta. "You have ample opportunity."

"Sire? Of course," said Tomakt.

"With pleasure," Raditz said with a grin.

"Dismissed," Vegeta waved his hand. "Off with you! And don't bring undue attention to yourselves."
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