Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Step-parent Saiyan Blues ❯ Pizza Party then Lemonade ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
Settling in with a Saiyan 2
By Trynia Merin
Another Royal Namekian Blues Vigniette
Raditz/Stellari (oc)
Lemon Version
Disclaimer: I don't own the anime or the Manga Dragon Ball Z or Raditz. My fan characters Stellari, Fermi, Bohr and Bliss mean no harm to the series. I'm not making any money for this.
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A knock sounded at the door.
"Pizzaman's here," Fermi said, rushing past them to the door. Bohr glanced up at Raditz with a grin, then tugged his hand to follow.
Raditz drew back the bolts to hold out his arms and accept the massive order of food. Two teenaged boys wearing red baseball caps and polo shirts were awkwardly balancing the boxes and trays with white plastic bags. "Here's the money to pay the man," Raditz said, reaching under his armored top to pull out what appeared to be a billfold of zenni. Fermi grabbed the bills and passed them over. In shock the pizza delivery boys gawked at the tall fierce warrior.
"You can go now," Raditz curtly said, grabbing the items with relative ease.
"Thank you mister!" Bohr said. Fermi counted the change and then closed the door behind them.
"Wow you're sure strong," Fermi said quietly watching Raditz balance the awkward stack of twenty pizza boxes atop the aluminum containers of food.
"Okay, salad, and I'll set up," said Stellari.
"Vegetable items are in the refrigeration unit," Raditz said, stacking the items on the dining room table and the floor. His mouth was watering at the selection of food. Stellari grabbed mixing bowls while her sons darted about gathering other materials for a humongous salad.
Soon they clustered around the table loaded with their food. Stellari motioned them to put down paper plates and the huge salad bowl in the middle, while the pizzas were arranged to the left. Her own entries were placed near her. Raditz sat next to her, while Fermi was to his left and Bohr next to him at the square table. "My turn to say grace?" asked Bohr.
"Mine," Fermi said.
"Both of you," Stellari said, mediating another argument. Raditz felt two fingers of his huge hand grasped in the small one of Fermi's. His wife took his other. Uncomfortably he saw them incline their heads, and figured he must do so as well.
"Bless this food to our use, and us to they service and make us ever mindful of the needs of others, amen," Fermi rattled off from memory.
Letting go of their hands he saw them make the odd protective gesture: two fingers of the right hand touched to the forehead, then the heart. Next touched left shoulder, then right. Then back to the heart once more before a final blessing to a ternary deity. The concept of Father, Son, Holy Ghost was interesting, and not uncommon. Masculine deities he could deal with easily. Feminine, like the Mother Mary was weird to him.
"God bless Mommy, Aunt bliss, and Mr. Raditz," Bohr rattled off. "And everyone preparing for the robot men!"
"Amen," Fermi added. "Let's eat! I want pepperoni."
"Salad first," Stellari said quickly. Raditz busied himself with loading bowls full of food. When he portioned out huge amounts he had to put some back to the twins shock. They rapidly chattered on about sports statistics and their new room. Stellari answered with her own memorization of baseball and fielded comments about the latest episodes of their favorite superheroes. Raditz puzzled over the knife and fork, used to using chopsticks. Finally he settled with using the knife to balance the stuff on the fork. It seemed easier then the chopsticks to just shovel the food in. When it came to eating pizza it was simple to fold a slice in half and start from the point like the boys were doing. But the pizza was vastly different from whatever he'd eaten before.
A huge dish of pasta vanished in an instant, along with many other things. Melted cheese and garlic shot through everything. "Strange that you eat these noodles like I've seen the others do… but you don't use the sticks…"
"You put the fork like this," said Fermi, tangling the fork in the pasta. "Spoon goes under and you twirl. Easy."
"Or you get Mommy to cut it," Bohr said, quickly slicing through his linguini and picking the small pieces up with his fork.
"Humph," Raditz grunted, mouth filled with pasta. Soon came dessert: a large portion of shredded ice doused with high fructose corn syrup. In its core was soft vanilla ice cream. Fortunately the boys were packing away a lot of food of their own.
"We don't get pizza and stuff every night though," Fermi told him as he helped to collect the trash and toss it.
"Only 'special occasions' like Mommy says. Usually she cooks something, or we help her," said Bohr. He struggled to tie the ends of the garbage bags while their mother wiped down the table and counters.
"It was good," Raditz answered, grabbing up the piles of bags. He carried them towards the front door, where Bohr and Fermi helped him open them. Together they walked out to the trash chute and dispose of them and the recyclable.
By the time they returned, she saw the door opened with Fermi's hand on the handle. Bohr was riding on Raditz' left shoulder and Fermi's other hand was caught in his. They were talking about cars of all things. "Do you have a license, Mister?" asked Fermi.
"I have not yet acquired a permit," Raditz admitted.
"Who needs to drive when you can fly?" Bohr giggled.
"All right you guys. Bathtime, and then pick a story for bed," Stellari said.
"Mom," groaned Fermi. "I HATE baths."
"Mm, mind your mother," Raditz said when the twins looked at him. Bohr pouted cutely but it was clear who ruled the roost when Raditz playfully picked either kid up and carried them to the bathroom. Later his long hair was doused in soapsuds while trying to get the two boys to bathe in the same large tub. The entire surface of the white tile was covered with wash off doodle markers in various paintings. Battleships and other toys floated when they showed him their mastery of naval warfare. Hearing the squeals and laughs from the bathroom delighted her, and she continued to make the small beds with their favorite sheets.
Raditz had surprised her when he told her about adapting his apartment for the children. Just how much he had taken on blew her away. Preparing a den for them both was part of Saiyan culture she was told by Bliss. She wondered if it could work. Yet would Raditz resent the interruption posed by children knocking on their boudoir door in the middle of sex?
"OWW!" Raditz grumbled. He strode out with two boys wrestling on his hair. Half of his spandex workout suit he wore under his armor was dripping wet. Two boys with bathrobes laughed and tugged on his mane. One perched on his shoulders and the other grabbed his leg. Raditz grabbed both by the collars of their robes and managed to hold them on either hip like he'd seen Stellari do.
Bedtime came all too soon. Raditz watched from afar for this ritual. Stellari sat in a chair with either boy on her lap or sitting at her feat from the rocking chair. Two books were chosen, and to his amusement they were comic books. Then either boy scrambled into the bunks and it was time for a hug and a kiss to each forehead. He stood there uncomfortable, then wandered in at Stellari's insistence.
"Will you be here tomorrow when we wake up?" Bohr asked.
"He's staying the night stupid head! He's married to Mom!" Fermi cut in.
"I'm not leaving unless you wish me to," Raditz answered.
"Gnite!" Bohr said, extending his arms. Raditz wasn't sure of what to do, so he crouched down and pressed his temple to the child's. Little arms went around his neck and hugged him. He looked at Fermi, then extended his hand. Fermi high-fived him, and then gave him a slight arm around the neck sort of hug.
"Good night, guys. Sleep well," Stellari said.
"Love you mommy," they said as the light clicked out. Raditz mumbled something in Saiyan under his breath, and Stellari led him out down the hall to the living room.
"All this affection is uncomfortable," Raditz admitted.
"It's part of human life. You DID say you wanted to have them here," she urged, elbowing him in the ribs.
"Yes… but it's so… strange."
"You'll soon learn to like it," Stellari said.
"I'm guessing you got your good looks from Mom then," she asked, stroking just before his ears. Raditz forgot why he was vexed, and allowed himself to purr deeply at her touch.
"Naturally. Kinoha was a proud and strong warrior with looks far more comely then the average Saiyan female," Raditz boasted. "And you?"
"Mother's voice, father's looks," she said. "The short hairy Italian from his side, the voice from her side."
"I find humans with body hair quite attractive," he said.
"What's the deal with that? You have around the same amount as I do," she said quietly.
"Flammability," Raditz smirked. "And as for average human intelligence I met present company excluded."
"Thanks a lot," she said sticking her lip out. Raditz laughed and sealed her protest away with another kiss. He had to admit he liked this earthling custom. Especially since Dr. Stellari enjoyed trying to gain control of the kiss with hard pushing motions of her own. As if to remind him that she was just as up to the task of pleasuring him as he was. To her shock she accidentally bit down on his tongue and drew back.
"I'm… ss…sory," she stammered.
"Heh, it seems that I'm rubbing off on you," he commented, hoping he had phrased it right.
"Or rubbing up against me," she further added. He stifled the gasp when he felt her hand roving south to slide behind the panels of his armored guards. Instantly his hips thrust against hers and she saw his raised brow.
"Don't start things unless you intend to carry through on them, small one," Raditz growled deeply in his throat. Stellari glanced up at him with a lascivious challenge in her dark eyes. Baring his fangs the Saiyan set her down on the counter and backed away. Both his huge hands pushed her labcoat out of the way and slid up under her skirt. They stopped just short of the growing heat between her legs. However his touch stopped midway up her left thigh.
"What?"
"Something missing," he growled. Raditz backed away from her, then leaned over to unfasten his boot. Stellari watched with intense curiosity as Raditz revealed a muscular leg, and an anklet he had worn beneath the garment. It was made of the same metal as his leg and arm-ring. Grunting, he twisted the halves of the metal till it came apart, then straightened up. He then seized her ankle, and slid the band up till the middle of her thigh. Stellari wondered if the thing would stay because unlike his thigh hard with muscle, hers was softer with more cellulite then she would care for.
"That's not going to stay," she grunted.
"Shh," he hissed, bringing the two halves of the metal together. Stellari winced at the sensation of the band prickling her skin. The metal was warm to the touch, taking on the shape of her thigh so when he withdrew his hands it stayed put. Stellari leapt down from the table, expecting the band to fall off around one ankle, but gasped when it stayed firmly in place.
"What metal is this?" she wondered. "It conforms to body heat!"
"Just a precious metal commonplace on Vegetasei," he shrugged. "But not found anywhere else except in VERY small amounts."
"It's as malleable as gold, but hard and dense like titanium. Yet it has the luster of copper," she marveled. Raditz was surprised to see her looking at the band with the same enthusiasm as she would an experimental subject, turning it every which way. Her eyes then rested on the one on his upper left thigh, and then her fingers probed it. His muscles twitched a bit at the soft caress of her fingers along it.
Stellari reached up and twisted the band on her upper left arm. When they had first been together she found it pushed up her arm to just overtop the biceps muscle. She could not recall having put it on, yet when Raditz had seen her twisting it he had told her it was a gift. It now dawned on her that he never removed the body jewelry of his either. Was it their version of a wedding ring? He had worn it when unmated.
"It's common among third classes," he said, anticipating her question.
"That's the first time in ages a man has given me jewelry," she laughed slightly, eyes moist. "The last thing I ever was given was a wedding ring."
The items of jewelry he always saw present on her were the cross and saint medallions around her neck. And a pair of earrings and a large stoned ring on her right hand that bore the name of her university. On the left hand she wore no wedding band, but had an amethyst and onyx lady's ring on her middle finger. Ever present was the wristwatch as well that most humans considered essential for telling time. That or a small communications device called a cell phone that served as a camera or timepiece for others. Then it dawned on her that he had said it was commonplace on Vegetasei, but uncommon elsewhere. Tentatively she asked, "How commonplace was this metal?"
"As common as the metal you use for the wires in your electronics devices," Raditz shrugged. "That metal that comprises the bracelet you wear."
"Copper?" she nodded. "This looks a hell of a lot like copper, but it has the density of gold."
"This is low grade Aurite," Raditz shrugged.
"It IS gold," she glanced down at it. "But obviously an alloy with something else."
"It's a standard unit of currency on Vegetasei. One Aurite is equivalent to the same amount as a hundredth part of the bracelet you wear," he said.
"Weight on Vegetasei or on earth?"
"Mass,' he said. "Since gravity varies."
She licked the surface of the metal, feeling the tingling of it reacting with the saliva in her mouth and the fillings in her teeth. It was easy to tell a metal was precious if it could give a zap. It tasted like copper oddly enough. But the tang was alien. Like many chemists she had a sensitive nose and sense of smell. They were not in the habit of tasting many things, but one could taste copper as opposed to iron, or other metals. Lead had a smell too oddly enough. If anyone put a penny in their mouth they could somehow taste the metal.
Raditz chuckled at the contortions she undertook to lick the metal of his armband. Her hips shifted across his pelvis, and he inwardly cursed the design of his armor. According to what Nappa claimed, a newly mated Saiyan male's sex drive quadrupled in the first two weeks alone. He wondered briefly if she could satisfy him, then groaned at the sensation of her hot tongue on his muscular biceps. Reaching under her he grabbed her hand.
"What?"
"A moment," he murmured, lifting her up and carrying her into their bedroom. Sitting her on the bed, he then closed the door and locked it. He scrambled to get the armored breastplate off, and she groaned inwardly with mingled desire and panic. The clang of his armor dropping to the floor made her flinch. Once he'd settled down on his side of the bed he motioned her to crawl into his lap. Fingers glided over his muscular broad shoulders now clearly visible, hidden only by the tank top matching hers. She blushed profusely when she found herself straddling himself like that first night.
"Déjà vu," she commented, steadying her shaky voice.
"You're afraid of me now?" he laughed.
"Afraid that your comments regarding weak humans will be true," she shivered. "I've never gone so many times before… I mean I desired this… but I'm not young."
"Neither am I, woman," Raditz laughed. "I'm hardly a young buck anymore. Although Saiyans do not age at the rate humans do… I reckon you're the same age as I."
"Thirty four," Dr. Stellari said. "Though I do look reasonably young still…"
Her face again blushed at the sensation of his hardening Saiyanhood. She rocked her pelvis teasingly overtop, causing him to growl deliciously. Fortunately the reinforced sturdy bed was especially built for a Saiyan's greater weight. Three hundred pounds of muscle, dense bone, and that was without his heavy armor that added at least twenty pounds to his weight.
"Ready for more?" he asked, lifting her up with one hand and raising his hips to drag his shorts out of the way. Stellari gasped and tried to relax as he pushed inside. To her delight it was far easier because he buried himself to the hilt. Her pelvis and his were completely flush, indicating they were getting used to one another's needs.
"I should be dead," she gasped. "How the hell did Lunch survive sex with Nappa."
Instantly she blushed and looked away, angry with herself for bringing up something so crude. Raditz laughed harshly to her relief, vibrating both of them with his mirth. The sound of his hard-bitten Saiyan laugh would be ugly to most, but it was delightfully reassuring. He grabbed her chin and angled her face to peer into her eyes from under that prominent brow of his. Stellari balanced her hands on his broad shoulders and giggled nervously at his devilish smirk.
"Nappa may be a mindless brute, but when it comes to women, he CAN control himself. Keep in mind both of us has had our share of whores from worlds much like earth. Does that shock and disgust you?" Raditz asked.
"I'd be lying if I said no," she shivered.
"Contrary to your first impression we DO use some form of birth control like your latex sheathes. Remember what I said about using ki? A thin field is sufficient so that I don't touch the interior of the slave…"
Stellari laughed loudly in her embarrassment, amusing him further. With her ex husband laughing during sex would cause him anger, but Raditz was considerably amused because she found his candor refreshing. "Coming from anyone else I'd have slapped them. But it's funny in a way. I'm the only female you've… er… screwed and actually touched?"
"Touched inside," he said. "You think Saiyans want themselves to be soiled by inferior beings? Even slaking lust we took precautions, else we populate the universe with half-breeds. And many of the whores and pleasure slaves would use their own barriers as well. Nappa knew the best places to procure…"
"Alien condoms," she snickered, squeezing her eyes shut and laughing hysterically with relief. Her fist playfully pounded on his shoulder and Raditz harsh laughter soon joined hers in the small apartment. It also dawned on her that she seemed to think many so called 'handsome' human males were far too weak featured since she had started sleeping with him. What was the human standard of beauty but something arbitrarily decided by those stronger then she?
"You question my decision even now? I will have to punish you if you continue this!" he snorted, giving a sharp thrust up that banished the breath from her chest. She suddenly was bombarded with images of armored muscular females of varying shapes and builds. Some of them far from what would be considered 'beautiful' on earth. Many with scarred torsos and fierce gleaming looks like predators. Or sharp angular features and large noses and wide shoulders, small and large busted alike. None with any features considered unnatural or artificial. All dark haired with shaggy almost 'unkempt' manes, or tanned to the extent of Raditz himself or even darker. None with finely brushed silky hair or clear blemish free skin.
"Saiyan women don't wear makeup or worry with cosmetic surgery if they're scarred?" she chuckled.
"Why hide life's battles? Honestly! And you humans are FAR too preoccupied with bathing," he laughed.
"Say that in mediaeval Europe," she winced. "They thought bathing was unnatural. But the Romans bathed every day. Although they didn't have soap… they had to scrape the dirt off…"
"Such amusing things you think of me and my kind. Cave man, Neanderthal, Tarzan… all these would suggest that beings like me who were predatory and not dependent on fool gadgets to be more primitive. And your species is weak and dependent on mechanical ilk like the Tuffles we destroyed," Raditz laughed, nipping her ear.
She pulled back and silenced him with a kiss. Soft lips glided over his mouth, and he growled with pleasure at the act. Other species 'kissed' like this, but most thought it gross and disgusting. He felt the nip of her teeth on his lip, and squeezed her body tightly. She raked her nails over his bare flesh to his delight, breaking the skin as he left bruises on her body. Human teeth seemed blunt and puny, but their canines were still somewhat sharp.
"Don't stop woman," Raditz growl rumbled once she released his mouth.
"I don't… intend to," she panted. Every square inch of his skin seemed to glisten with a marvelous sheen of sweat. Great muscles tensed like steel cables against hers. Her mind whirled with the sudden calculations of energy that Bulma must feel when close with Vegeta. Considering Raditz said he was the weakest of Saiyan warriors. Yet current readings put him on an equal footing with the warrior Yamcha whom she had briefly dated in a platonic manner.
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