Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lost and Found II: Lavender Blues ❯ Raditz awakens ( Chapter 5 )

Raditz Awakens

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Vegeta led his son and new soldiers through the maze of tunnels that comprised Capsule's lab complex. Tomique stopped just in front of the door after Trunks and Vegeta, then entered after one of them punched the combination in.

"This is the medical facility where your work is most required. I understand your specialty is genetics, but you know how to operate regeneration tanks?" Vegeta nodded.

"Affirmative Sire," she nodded.

"Here's your first patient," Vegeta said. He did not care for the way in which Trunks was looking at her, or how she shyly averted her gaze. There had to be a way to distract their attention. Hopefully what she next saw would be the case.

Her eyes fixed on the occupant of the regen tank that Bulma had put together. Trunks suddenly felt a slow pang of disappointment that she had ignored him and the other occupants of the room entirely. Across her face broke a savage smile of joy. In seconds she crossed the room, pressing her hand urgently to the glass directly in front of Raditz' figure bobbing there. Close to his face she pressed her cheek, sliding her hand over the curved surface as if to caress him. "Radditzu..." she whispered, choking.

"I trust you can get to work without my help," Vegeta smirked, looking at the slightly crestfallen look in Trunks face. Shrugging, the teenager turned and picked up one of the computer discs. He turned it over in his hands before handing it over towards Tomique.

"You might want this, Ma'am," Trunks said, handing it to her. Gingerly he held it by the corner only.

"I did operate one of these before, young one," she chuckled, taking the disc from his hands. Trunks blushed and mumbled under his breath. Bulma entered the room, seeing the female Saiyan punching buttons with expert ease on her invention.

"Who is this?" asked Bulma.

"Professor Tomique, this is my wo--I mean the Royal Consort," Vegeta said. "You'll obey her word as you would my own."

"Hi, you can call me Bulma," Bulma chuckled awkwardly. Especially when seeing Tomique drop on one knee and extend her hand in the traditional salute.

"Mistress it is my privilege to live and die at your command," said Tomique quietly. Shaking her head, Bulma rested her hand on the woman's shoulder.

"Well my first order is get up. Vegeta, is she..."

"Raditz' mate," Tomique said quietly, glancing longingly at the figure floating in the blue suspension.

"Then we'd better let these two have some time alone," Bulma winked at Vegeta.

"Whatever. When you're finished with the revivification, you'll both require orientation. Can you see to that, Bulma?"

"Yeah, but who's the other..."

"Merlot," said the tall Saiyan who stood to Trunks left. "At your service, your Glory..."

"Um, nice to meet you. You look like..."

"Napa's younger brother," Vegeta whispered. "But don't worry, he won't DARE disobey me. He'll be in charge of security while Trunks and I train..."

"So you two are just going to LEAVE me to baby-sit TWO Saiyans?" Bulma snorted. "Thanks a HEAP!"

"Mom, don't worry, I'll help stay and orient them..." said Trunks.

"So how am I supposed to introduce two Saiyans to Earth culture, huh?"

"I'll leave that to you and your parents," said Vegeta. "I've prepared some psychochrom tapes for them to observe. The rest is up to you. They'll obey you and Trunks without question..."

"What will the Z fighters think about this?" Bulma asked.

"Leave that to Trunks and me," said Vegeta. "Professor Tomique, remain here with the Royal consort. Merlot, you're with the Prince's son and myself. There's much to discuss."

"Sire?" asked Tomique.

"Share all your technical know-how and inventory the machines that the Consort and I have brought back from Archalisei. They're in the other labs. The Consort's sire will be back momentarily. You'll work with them exclusively. Also, the Consort will brief you on the particulars. Dismissed," Vegeta said.

"How long will it take to wake Raditz up?" asked Trunks.

"You've already done much. I suspect within the next two dreems," she said. "That's about six earth hours?"

"Hmph," Vegeta nodded. "In the meantime you've much to learn. See to it you do. I need every technical advantage on my side, Prof. Tomique..."

"As you command," she nodded. Both Trunks and Vegeta left with Merlot.

"Men... leaving me to have the dirty work," snorted Bulma.

"I comprehend your frustration," Tomique nodded. "You're a scientist like myself?"

"Yep, I'm a beauty with brains," Bulma chuckled. "Okay, let's get your boyfriend awake. And then we can talk technologies."

"Right Mistress," Tomique nodded.

"Oh, and would you PLEASE call me Bulma?" she groaned. "As flattering as all this bowing stuff is, it gets majorly annoying. When the Prince isn't here, you can just think of me like a colleague..."

"As you command Mistress Bulma," said Tomique.

Rolling her eyes Bulma shook her head. "I think we're gonna have lots of work to do, Tomique."

Although they enjoyed sharing technologies, Bulma noticed the nervous tension drawing the sinews in Tomique's neck. Often the Female Saiyan glanced longingly over her shoulder at the regen tank containing her stricken mate.

"Now, you're telling me your whole family was entrusted with maintaining the Race Banks?" Bulma asked.

"Correct," Tomique said.

She depressed keys on the computer screen, bringing up a window that contained technical schematics of the two cylinders. Pointing to a series of Saiygo symbols she continued, "Each time a Saiyan was gestated and born, their DNA sequence was coded into cluster files and transmitted to Central. A whole team sworn to secrecy did nothing but this task. The whole project of adding them to the database was my father Khalif's task. When I was old enough, he entrusted it to me…"

"How's the information stored? I know Vegeta and I adapted a serum but he never told me how he made it…"

"Actual samples of tissue are kept in those cylinders. It comprises a genome of the best traits of Saiyan race. Yet you need to put the cylinders into a reader to get at the DNA sequences without damaging the precious samples. When you have the genetic markers you wish to access… say you have a virus and need to encode a sequence from the genome…"

"Oh it's like DNA amplification on earth," said Bulma excitedly. "They sequenced the entire human genome…"

"Hmm yes. I'd like to know more about that,' said Tomique.

"You're not just a geneticist, you seem to know about all sorts of science. Like my dad and me. But I'm more the inventor and tinkerer," Bulma said. "My specialty is constructing electronics."

"My specialty is genetics, but I almost am a physician, and biochemist. Saiyan scientists are schooled in multiple disciplines. While I comprehend genetics, I would be hard pressed to know specifics about electronics. But I know how to operate the various devices you know nothing of, and I can read the technical jargon that a lifetime of scientific training in Saiyanese would give me, as opposed to those who just learned it. But Merlot's the historian. And Raditz has considerable experience with planetary geology. But technology's not his strong suit," she chuckled. "He's more the warrior."

"Vegeta said you weren't much of a fighter."

"All Saiyans are trained as warriors. Yet the scientific elite are not as hard pressed to be the best. I have the equivalent of Third class training, but I'm less likely to fight unless under duress," said Atomique.

"Duh, I suppose only the best ones are fighters. But you can fight, right?"

"Of course, mistress!" she nodded. "I'm perfectly capable of defending you…"

"That's not what I meant," Bulma stopped her. "What I mean is, well there's so much about Vegeta's culture I don't know. And I'd kind of like to know what it's like to be a female Saiyan. A little girl talk."

"Ah," nodded Tomique. "I'm not versed in the typical culture. I'm what you'd call an intellectual."

"So am I. Hey, instead of just talking shop, you and I could go shopping. Get you some normal Earth clothes and get your hair done. So you'd learn about Earth culture as a girl," said Bulma brightly.

"That would be most pleasant but I'm concerned about my mate," she apologized. "Any moment he could revive. I wish to be present."

"Oh silly me," Bulma laughed. "You'll want some time alone. But later on, you and I are going shopping. There's so much to show you about this world. And Vegeta DID say it was MY job to introduce you to earth culture. You and Raditz both. And speaking of, we've GOT to tell Goku his brother's back."

"Goku? That's Kakkarot's earth name?" said Tomique. "How weird! How is he?"

"He's alive and well, and he has his own family," Bulma said, grabbing a picture off her desk. She pointed to the tall figure standing with the other Z fighters.

"He looks just like my Father in law. Handsome," she nodded. "And this is his mate?"

"Chichi. She's pretty tough. She keeps him in line. Boys will be boys. Goku's a little different. He had an accident when he was younger, and forgot who he was. Which caused the whole mess between him and your mate," Bulma said nervously.

"Did they fight?" asked Tomique. "Is that how my Raditz perished?"

"Yes," Bulma sighed, handing the photo to her. "Raditz tried to recruit Goku to purge planets. When Goku wouldn't go along with it, he kidnapped Goku's son Gohan. We were pretty scared to death. So your mate's not exactly Mr. Popularity around the Z fighters."

"I'm sorry Mistress," Tomique said quietly. "This is Gohan? My nephew?"

"Yep. But I think once they get to know you, they'd like you," said Bulma hopefully. "I know Chichi would enjoy swapping stories with her. Hey, let's invite HER on our shopping spree. We can all get our hair done and have frozen yogurt. I know a GREAT place in the mall."

"Sounds entertaining," Tomique nodded. She glanced at Bulma's hair thoughtfully.

"Although I don't know if they'd know how to handle Saiyan hair," Bulma giggled, glancing at Tomique's spiky mane. "And your mate's hair would take forever to dry!"

"He has his mother's hair," said Tomique enviously.

"What was Goku's parents like?" Bulma asked.

"Kakkarot was just a whelp when I last saw him," Tomique confessed. "Father, I mean Bardock was disappointed his power level wasn't higher. But Raditz and I would often see him in the nursery. That's where third class was educated to go on space missions. Not all babies were sent off world. Some who were trained for elite such as I were remained behind. Or were selected for special missions."

"Their mother?"

"Her name was Rutaveg," said Tomique. "Imagine Raditz as a female. He takes after his mother, like Kakkarot favors his father."

"Your parents?"

"Khalif and Lique," said Tomique quietly, peering at the photo. She reached down into her boot, pulling out a small flat object. Handing it to Bulma, she depressed a button on the side.

"Cool," Bulma gasped, seeing holograms pop out of the small system. "Photo album?"

"Some might think it sentimental, but these are some images of them," said Tomique. "I think Kakkarot would enjoy seeing what his family was like. And there are also images of Vejitasei."

"Wow," Bulma gasped, flickering through the images. Vegeta had never actually told her what his home world was like. He was only a boy when he was sold to Frieza into servitude. Yet here was her first view of that long dead world.

"That's Bardock, my father in law's team. They were third class, but I got to know them well when I mated with Raditz," she said with a chuckle. "That's Toma, he's my father in law's best friend. Then the female's Celipa, and that's Totepo. They were pretty close, like family."

"How did you end up with a third class? Vegeta said you were elite," said Bulma.

"There aren't many Saiyan females," said Tomique thoughtfully. "Most opt to combine their DNA in artificial means. But Third Class and Elites mate for life. For others mating is a necessity to get over the rut. For those not fortunate enough to have females, there were the pleasure girls on Orchydsei. That's where…"

"Mr. Zocolotto's emporium?" Bulma asked.

"You know?" blushed Tomique. "Oddly enough my brother and I… he was an explorer and a bit of an epicurist. I was first on missions with him. He was pretty protective of me. We met Raditz and Napa in that club. Raditz and I hit it off pretty well. He wasn't annoying like those other males were. Soon we had exchanged promises."

"Your dad wasn't too cool was he?" Bulma shuddered.

"He was NOT pleased. However, the King approved. If Raditz proved his worth, by mating with me, he could considerably elevate his entire family's status. Sometimes a Third class male mates with a female of a higher cast. Then he's guaranteed promotion if he completes his missions with honor," said Tomique.

"Wow," Bulma muttered.

A bleeping interrupted their discussion. Tomique sprang to her feet from the lab counter she had been resting against. She rushed over to the Regen tank, with Bulma close behind her. Both women leaned over the panel, checking readings.

"He's moving," Bulma commented, pointing to the tank where Raditz was suddenly thrashing. Two eyes opened wide in shock. Arms and legs flailed in the fluid, causing Bulma to yelp and jump back. Brows furrowed with confusion and anger. Raising his fist, Raditz pounded on the tank's interior.

"He's panicking… the cycle's complete. We've got to pacify him," Tomique mumbled. Raditz tore off electrodes, kicking and thrashing violently. Bubbles stirred up, a muffled roar of rage reaching their ears through the fluid and the mask.

"He looks pretty pissed. Oh Kami, do something!" gasped Bulma. Hairline cracks started to snake over the top of the container.

"I can't stop it till it's finished," Tomique mumbled, wrinkling her brow.

"Can't you open it? He's going whacko!" Bulma panicked eyes wide as saucers.

"Get behind me Mistress, I think if he sees me he'll calm down," Tomique said as fluid began to seep down the crack that Raditz had made. Angrily his fists slammed against the glass, causing the cracks to widen. The drops became a slow dribble. Half flying towards the tank, Tomique pressed buttons on the top to release the hatch enough to shove through. She thrust her way inside the fluid mess, holding her breath.

Raditz felt his fists pinioned by hers. Getting right in his face she bumped her forehead to his. Her tail wrapped around his waist, while her hands grasped his wrists tightly. Bulma watched the two figures swirling in the small tank; her heart pounding while they wrestled. Frantically she tried to push buttons and drain the fluid, because Tomique didn't have a mask like Raditz did.

Fluid seeped down, the hatch opening fully. Tomique drew in a huge gasp of air, clinging to the slick wet figure of her mate. He ripped the mask off his face, blinking in shock at the female wrestling against him. Opening his mouth he drew in great gulps of air, fluid dripping off his entire nude form. "Where… the hell am I?" he spluttered. "Tomique? Is that you?"

"Raditz!" she swallowed hard, pressing her temple to his as she squeezed him tightly to her armored body.

"Tomique-chan," he spluttered. Muscular arms crushed her to his body, massive fingers clutching her close to his hips. His tail snaked around her waist, as did hers around his hips. He purred against her neck, nipping it lightly.

"Tomique, oh Tomique, it's been too long," Raditz snarled longingly, fastening his fangs to the purple bruise mark that matched the position of Bulma's own. She buried her fangs in his neck, licking the sweetness of his blood that she had thirsted for all those years.

"Um… excuse me, I hate to interrupt you two… but you MIGHT want to get a room," Bulma stammered, pressing a hand to her chest.

"Who dares," Raditz growled, lifting his head from her neck. Drips of blue liquid puddled on the floor, seeping off his muscular body. Fortunately Tomique's armored form hid the essentials from a very embarrassed Bulma.

"Shh, this is the Royal Consort! You're alive because of the Prince! Now behave!" hissed Tomique, whacking the back of his head.

"But she was at Kakkarot's, I," gasped Raditz.

"Don't you remember a THING when we were dead?" she whispered in his ear.

"Tomique, my apologies. Your Glory," Raditz stammered, dropping to one knee before Bulma. She averted her gaze, seeing a good shot of his assets that made her realize that all Saiyans were quite well endowed.

"Um, we need to get him some clothes," Bulma squealed.

"Apologies," Raditz mumbled, scooting around to hide behind Tomique. Bulma threw a bathrobe at Tomique, who caught it. She draped it around Raditz, then slowly helped him stand. His mass of wet hair dripped, inundated with fluid. Clasping his hands in hers, Tomique closed her eyes. Purple ki crackled around her body, flaring around Raditz to evaporate the remaining fluid.

"Thanks. Now, I know this is a shock, but you've been dead for eight years, and there's a lot you need to catch up on," Bulma cleared her throat. "So if you don't mind, I'll leave you two alone, and go find Vegeta. He should know you're awake."

"Yes your Glory," Raditz nodded.

"Have fun," Bulma said, awkwardly grinning at Tomique before she exited the lab.

"Love, that was one of the humans present when I first met Kakkarot. She's really the Prince's mate?" Raditz whispered.

"Yes. And the Prince has a son," said Tomique, leading him over to sit down on one of the beds. She turned to start cleaning up the mess of the machine.

"You must update me on these things. The memory of my time in death is hazy at best, and I have one hell of a head ache," Raditz moaned, pressing his hands to his forehead.

"I think I have the remedy," she said quietly, striding over.

"Indeed, I think you do. Come here Tomique-chan and update me," Raditz purred, reaching for her.

His fingers found the fastenings of her armor, undoing them with ease. Soon the two mates lay down on the bed, nipping at each other's necks as they made love in their physical bodies.