Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Step-parent Saiyan Blues ❯ Awkard Workout ( Chapter 5 )

Disclaimer: Toriyama created DBZ, and Toei Animation Co and Funimation own it. I only own Fermi, Bohr and Stellari, my fancharacters. This is for entertainment only and I make no money writing this.

 

Heavy Training

By Trynia Merin

 

Thanks to Butterfly V for reviewing this story. I hope some of those questions will be addressed in this next installment. This takes place before the 'hunting lodge' scene around the time Raditz first starts training the twins. Italics indicate flashbacks and telepathic conversation.

 

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Stellari recalled the conversation she had with Fermi and Bohr regarding their new "father". They had both been sitting in their school, wearing their gi when she had come to meet them for lunch. Both of them liked that she brought them their favorite meal.

 

"Peanut butter sandwiches cool!" Bohr laughed.

 

"Mommy, what are you trying to tell us? You always bring us our favorite food when you're gonna have a 'grown up' type talk with us," Fermi raised a suspicious brow. He reached for a tuna fish sandwich with the crusts cut off from the brown bag.

 

Unlike many identical twins, Fermi and Bohr had their own unique personalities. While they had the same voices one was left handed, and the other right. They were 'mirror image' twins. One wore yellow, and the other green. Or their clothes would be the same style, but their own colors. Either one also knew that their mom was a twin, but something had made their mom's sister disappear at a young age. Both were separated and she never set eyes on Stallani again.

 

"You always wanted to know when I was going to get married again." Stellari said quietly, nibbling on the egg salad sandwich she had made for herself.

 

"You have a boyfriend?" asked Fermi.

 

"When will we meet him?" Bohr asked.

 

"He's anxious to meet you too. He knows that I have both of you. And we will be… married soon," Stellari said quietly.

 

"He doesn't hurt you," said Fermi quietly. "We wouldn't let him."

 

"Not like that other bad man, who hurt you bad," whispered Bohr, his eyes gleaming with cold anger.

 

"He's named Radditz, and he's from a planet called Vegeta," said Stellari. "The same place that Bulma's husband Prince Vegeta comes from."

 

"The world that blew up years ago," Bohr nodded.

 

"Is he the one who bit you?" asked Fermi, pointing to her shoulder.

 

"Yes. He did it to show that he wanted me as his mate," said Stellari. "I know this is different, and it wasn't what you or I expected. But he wanted me to be his one and only. And he also accepted you as part of being with me. I know this isn't easy, and if you don't want to meet him right away…"

 

"He's a Saiyan," muttered Fermi, nibbling on his sandwich. "Is he a good man?"

 

"He's had a rough life," said Stellari.

 

"Is he going to be our new Daddy?" asked Bohr.

 

"I… I can't expect you to call him anything you don't want to. You have a birth father," she said quietly.

 

"Father was a bad man," said Fermi. "He hurt you badly Mommy. We remember."

 

"Don't be sad, we know, you didn't have to tell us," Bohr whispered.

 

"Nobody's gonna hurt you again Mommy. Not when we'll kick their butts," Fermi said quietly, his eyes glowing purple.

 

"He doesn't hit women," said Stellari. "He's done some not so good things. But he never laid a hand on me."

 

"And he won't ever, right?" Fermi growled.

 

"Never, ever," Bohr nodded. "Nobody hits Mommy."

 

"What do we call him?" asked Fermi.

 

"You can call him Sir, or Mister Raditz at first. Till you get used to him. Then you can call him Raditz," Stellari said. "He's a parent, but he's not going to take the place of someone else. It's up to you what you want to call him. But he did promise that he'd treat you like you were his own family."

 

"Uncle maybe?" asked Bohr.

 

"Let's wait till you meet him, boys. Then we'll see how it goes," Stellari inhaled, surprised her boys seemed open to this change in events.

 

"Will you marry him?" asked Fermi.

 

"Yes. In his culture we're already married. But we'll marry according to our traditions," said Stellari.

 

Her mind rushed back to the present. Hearing them call Raditz 'daddy' was a shock. She had anticipated them saying 'sir', or Uncle. Not Father or Daddy. Just who had done this was Bohr, the more 'sensitive' one. Of the two, Bohr wore his heart on his sleeve. Fermi guarded his emotions more closely, using action instead of words to show his feelings.

 

 

Back in the present, Stellari decided to enter the gravity room herself and join the workout. She opened the locker containing her workout clothes, and pulled them on. Both her sons were surprised to see their mother joining them, but after a frenzy of greetings they all settled down. What started as a family workout soon turned into a one on one combat drill with Raditz.

 

"All right then, try again," Raditz said authoritatively. He wore his usual black and brown armor, neatly repaired so none of the cracks appeared in it. Stellari tied her hair back with the bandanna she routinely used, her short hair still a bit fluffed out with static electricity. It was wavy with some curl, indicating to Raditz where her son's curly hair came from. Curly hair was almost unknown to a Saiyan.

 

"Damn it, this is a pain," Stellari grumbled. Her two sons were quickly sparring with one another. They shot back and forth with lightening fast moves that barely let her track their motion.

 

"You can shoot ki, woman," Raditz clicked his tongue. "I've seen you make that plastic… surely it takes more energy to make matter then a ki ball."

 

"Well genius, YOU try it!" she growled.

 

"Mmm, a challenge. Music to a Saiyan warrior's ears, precious one," Raditz laughed. Fermi and Bohr both zipped in and out, one of them watching their parents standing opposite one another.

 

"You mean you'll teach me this ki throwing technique if I teach you some of MINE?" she asked.

 

"You've got that right. Now…" he said.

 

"Me first," Stellari said, grabbing her mate's wrist.

 

"I don't wish to hurt you with my ki," Raditz grunted.

 

"All right I'll wear the blasted thing," she grumbled.

 

"Fetch my other armored vest if you will, boys," he grunted. Fermi moved off to the lockers nearby while Bohr grabbed bottles of water and other health drinks from the cooler. She felt the touch of a hand on her thigh and leaned down to kiss Bohr on the forehead and take the proffered water from his hand.

 

"This thing's heavy," Fermi grunted, dragging a blue and brown armored vest along with some other accoutrements.

 

"Now boys you'll see how Saiyan armor mark II is put on," Raditz said to them.

 

"We still like our gi better. I mean the armor IS cool but it weights us down," Fermi said.

 

"We got weighted training vests anyhow from Uncle Goku and Aunt Chichi," said Bohr, tugging on the long sleeved version of the vest that Goku had gotten from Kami's lookout. Overtop her T-shirt Raditz slipped the armored vest that fit his broad chest. She was glad for the size differential, even though Saiyan armor fit all; it still was a good size on her. It felt strange to wear a suit of his armor, even if it was just the chest plate and bracelets, not to mention the shinguards. The last touch was a modified scouter she had adhered to her ear. Luckily she wore contacts when working out.

 

"Not too bad Mommy, you look cool," Fermi gave her the thumbs up.

 

"You two keep doing the katas I've shown you while I work with your mother," said Raditz. Both nodded and moved to the other side of the large round GR Capsule 3. Vegeta had moved activities to Capsule 4, a larger Gravity Room, and had allowed his third class soldier the use of his old one that was prone to being trashed.

 

"So you will teach me this plastic technique then?" Raditz said with some amusement.

 

"It's the only thing affective against the androids, yes," she nodded. "Since 17, 13, and 18 are still out there… cell or no cell."

 

"All right then," Raditz said, taking up a stance.

 

"There's no 'kata' to this. Just the solidifying of energy into plastic of choice. You'll have to think like a scientist. Not something you're used to," she teased.

 

"Just get on with it," he mumbled.

 

"Let's try a simple formation of plastic. You're used to spheres, right?"

 

"There's so many blasted ways to make this 'plastic' you speak of," Raditz complained. "Granted Freiza's technology used something similar…but…"

 

"You think of its molecular structure," Stellari said quietly. "Remember how hard bulletproof glass is? Imagine something that you're used to…"

 

"Mmm," he mumbled, summoning to mind the pictures she had generated. She positioned his hands together cupped, and he focussed his ki.

 

"Now, instead of an energy attack, pull the air around you into the ki. There's carbon and oxygen in the atmosphere. Draw it to you and change the structure of matter. You can use energy, but pull it. Change it…" Stellari whispered.

 

"I… I'm trying," Raditz gritted. Gold ki flickered and gelled. In the middle of his hands he suddenly formed a strange wad of goo, and then lost his concentration.

 

"You're used to a huge energy attack. It takes a finer control," Stellari whispered as Raditz dropped the plastic. Suddenly it bounced up off the floor and went flying.

 

"Way cool!" Bohr laughed; catching the elastic polymer Raditz had unwittingly created.

 

"Daddy, you do it like this," Fermi snorted. "Watch me! What kinda stuff you making?"

 

"Anything at this point. It has to be hard or soft depending on what you make with it," Stellari sighed.

 

"Watch Daddy," Fermi said. He drew in his breath, staring at his hands. To Raditz shock he saw a milky white liquid form in Fermi's hands glowing purple. Inhaling deeply Fermi pushed harder, and then the milky liquid solidified into a long shard of clear plastic. He hurled it forwards, and it imbedded in the far wall.

 

"Showoff!" Bohr pouted. He clenched his fists and then grunted. In either hand a thin film of plastic formed, and he pulled it and stretched it.

 

"Good job. You've made that cellophane stuff," Fermi joked. "That you wrap Mommy's sandwiches in!"

 

"Aww nuts," Bohr grunted.

 

"Your BOYS can make this?" Raditz jaw dropped.

 

"Of course!" Stellari shook her head. "You think they only learned to manipulate KI? They also inherited MY powers."

 

"I can only make the hard plastic stuff," Fermi shrugged.

 

"And I make baggies and soft stuff you wrap things in," Bohr admitted sheepishly. "But when we get bigger and Mommy teaches us more Chem'stry, we'll know more!"

 

"Why plastic?" Raditz asked. "Why not OTHER things?"

 

"Because I'm a polymer chemist," she glanced at Raditz. "Carbon, oxygen, and hydrogen are the few molecule bonds I understand. I can't do what the others could. The others on my team could do other things. I mean there was Natrion who formed fast reacting fiery metals. Then there was Aura, who could form anything into precious metals, and Ferron, who could transmute things to iron or other transition metals. Each of us had our own abilities. But we can't make something from nothing. I can't make my plastics without any molecules."

 

"Like the air around you," Raditz mumbled.

 

"You made a synthetic rubber," Stellari said, picking up the super ball Raditz had made. The twins started to toss it around and play their own version of hacky sack to his embarrassment.

 

"Not bad Dad, you made something cool," Fermi laughed.

 

"Rats," Raditz grumbled tempted to use a more fitting epithet but he knew it was improper around children. "Although I suppose I could suffocate someone with it."

 

"True," she nodded. "It takes a lot of practice."

 

"Now it's my turn, precious one," Raditz said with a pure Saiyan smirk. Fermi and Bohr moved aside to watch. Raditz then held his hand forward, standing opposite Stellari.

 

"Watch and observe," he said. "Naturally I'm teaching you my attacks at first. Saiyans learn to generate their own, but often start with those of their mate's. But we'll start with a simple ki blast. See if you can catch my ki and manipulate it."

 

Raditz inhaled deeply, his eyes gleaming as something swelled to life on his palm. Gold energies gleamed and crackled, and then the ball shot forwards. Stellari yelped, crossing her arms to deflect the ball.

 

"Catch it!" he called. Stellari twisted her wrist, and nearly was knocked back.

 

"Mommy!" Fermi shouted.

 

"Use your mind!" Bohr cried. He zipped before his mother, raising his hands and catching Raditz ki ball.

 

"Boys, why don't you go take a break and take a shower before we go home," Stellari whispered as Bohr held the flickering ki ball. "This is a private lesson."

 

"All right they gotta do grow up stuff," Fermi waved to his brother. Bohr nodded, and both of them leaned up to kiss their mom. Raditz grunted as both of them waved and left the GR. She quickly caught the ball Bohr threw at her, holding it in her hands.

 

"Try and control it…" Raditz instructed. She nodded, and then tried to focus her mind.

 

"Not so hard. Use your instincts, as limited as they are…" Raditz said. "You humans have lost touch with your base instincts and call that progress? Don't think so much!"

 

"HA!" Stellari barked, flinging the ki ball towards him. Raditz deflected it easily, and then it exploded harmlessly into the wall.

 

"Try to make your own," he urged. Stellari watched as he moved close then stood with both hands resting on his hips.

 

"Any pose?"

 

"Extend your hand forward, and feel the energy flowing in your body. Concentrate it, like you would for your plastics. Instead of forming matter, keep it as it is…" he whispered. Tendrils of thoughts flowed through the bond, trying to reach her. Stellari allowed the entrance of his thoughts then realized how simple it seemed.

 

Just like Yamcha did for his spirit ball, she thought.