Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Step-parent Saiyan Blues ❯ Stellari's turn ( Chapter 11 )

Royal Namekian Blues side story

 

By StarbearerTM.

Pairing: Raditz/OC

Romance, spiritual , AU

Rated R for adult situations, swears and LEMON!

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z. Toriyama and Funimation do. This is fan fiction and I don't get paid for this! I own Stellari, Fermi and Bohr and any other fan characters not the property of Funimation and Toei animation compay. My fan fiction means no harm to the anime or manga.

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Stellari flopped down on the sofa after a hard day of cleaning. She put up her ankles that were swollen and peered at the television set. Both her sons were doing pushups and calisthenics. Neither could sit still, they were so full of energy. From a young age, their excess mental capacity could only be honed by the discipline martial arts brought. Physical exercise of the most intense sort was the handle they kept on their bodies. To remind them not to rely on their psychic powers.

 

"Fifty!"

 

They flopped over and locked legs to do sit-ups. Neither trained without the other they were so used to it. At least they did not somersault through the house anymore. Stellari had drawn the line at that. Both were so karate crazed they could not stand wearing anything but their gi. Both loved sports with a passion, and karate were their life. Apart from playing with action figures and the times she could get them to sit still were only to play video games. Alternatively, read comic books.

 

"What the HECK are you watching?" Stellari asked.

 

"This new television show," Bohr glanced over his shoulder, while doing sit-ups.

 

"You two know better then to do cartwheels everywhere. What's gotten into you?"

 

"But you let us do pushups and other stuff!"

 

"That's because that type of excercize doesn't involve knocking things over. Honestly I need to get a warm-up or excercize room," Stellari mumbled.

 

Raditz smirked a bit, and then Stellari saw him snake his hand out and grab her. She yelped and landed in his lap, hitting her tusch on the armored paneling that protected his hips and groin. Seeing the discomfort on her face Raditz worried that he was being too rough on her. "Are you all right?"

 

"You big ape, I almost bruised my tailbone!" she groaned.

 

"You don't have a tail," Raditz blinked at her. His own appendage was neatly wrapped around his waist as always out of harm's way. Still he kept her imprisoned on his lap, shifting in the sofa so he could stretch his legs out on the sofa. He swung Stellari so she lay atop him. Fermi and Bohr shrugged and resumed their sit-ups as they watched the TV.

 

"Must you wear that armor everywhere?" Stellari murmured.

 

"I'm a Saiyan warrior. I hardly know anything different," said Raditz as he nibbled on her earlobe. His arms locked around her body, just under her curving belly.

 

"True, but how many suits of armor DO you have?" she asked.

 

"Only the ones that I have either repaired or made myself," Raditz said.

 

"Wait you can MAKE Saiyan armor? But I thought you got all that technology from the Tuffles," she muttered.

 

"We got the technology from them, but we've been making armor for years," Raditz chuckled. "Mother taught me the art of forging Saiyan Armor, and naturally that was one of the things Third Class often did. We were artisans as well as warriors."

 

"What about your father?"

 

"He was a soldier and a weapons expert," said Raditz. "He developed and pioneered new weaponry and moves. He was a scientist, but a military scientist. Not the sort like you are."

 

"Seriously I love the way you look in your armor, but surely there's something else you could wear. Something that's still Saiyan but not so hard to sit on," Stellari looked at him. Raditz pouted, which looked odd on a fierce warrior. Sometimes he wore the modified armor that was simply a blue breastplate without groin and shoulder guards. Other times he wore simple workout clothes that were black and sleeveless, and the shorts came to his mid knees. His hands and feet were covered in white boots and gloves.

 

All t he furniture in their apartment was covered in leather or tough wool cloth. It could withstand the beating and daily workout from a Saiyan, and two very active boys. Both Fermi and Bohr loved martial arts to the exclusion of most other things. Fermi had an aptitude for math, and Bohr liked science. Yet sports were their main hobby. Strangely they knew much about the periodic table. Raditz mumbled and held Stellari prisoner on his lap as he flipped channels. He seemed to relish having her sit on his lap when possible because he said it was a Saiyan custom.

 

"Mommy, can we go out and play?" asked Fermi.

 

"Just come back in when Dinner's ready," said Stellari.

 

"Daddy?" asked Bohr.

 

"Mind your mother young warriors. Don't stray far," Raditz answered.

 

"Yes sir," Fermi nodded. Both boys leapt up and submitted to a kiss on the forehead from their mother and a clasp of the hand from their adoptive father. Once alone Raditz regarded his mate's strange tensed muscles. She was enjoying his attentions yet preoccupied with something else.

 

"Precious one you aren't paying attention," Raditz mumbled, nibbling on her ear.

 

"Huh, sorry," she murmured.

 

"This is the first leave I've had in days and I wish to lavish you with attention. What is troubling you?" he asked.

 

"I didn't think you Saiyans were known for sensitivity," she teased.

 

"Bullshit," Raditz answered, and she raised a brow at his use of a human epithet. Turning in his lap she sat and partly faced him. Raditz glanced down at her sternly, not wearing the scouter indoors. His shoulder pads were missing on his armor, and she realized he must have detached them. Only the segmented brown straps were visible under the armor, the black spandex partly visible under them.

 

"I guess I was just thinking about the Androids. I'm still worried," she whispered.

 

"I'll protect you, no need to fear," Raditz answered. "I've been growing stronger every day thanks to training from the Prince."

 

"No offense but sometimes you come back half dead from those sessions, and I hate seeing you in those regeneration tanks," Stellari murmured, fingering the fresh scar on his arm.

 

"You know very well Saiyans grow stronger with each injury. It's the way the Prince achieved power increases. He's using the same to push me and Nappa to our limits. Father knew this as well," said Raditz.

 

"I hate fighting. I mean yes I enjoy it when I'm doing it, but I thought I'd seen enough, but something tells me I'll have to do it," she whispered.

 

"Stellari, are you still thinking about that last memory swap?" Raditz asked.

 

"Yes," she murmured.

 

"It was not my intention to preoccupy you with it, but bring you past it and make you stronger," Raditz said.

 

"I don't have nightmares when I'm with you, but I still feel the pain and anger," she whispered. "I'm not a Saiyan I can't control it like you do!"

 

"Saiyans use their passions to increase their strength. You can do the same. Beat it out of you, as I do," Raditz said quietly.

 

"I'm scared to feel them," she whispered.

 

"Nonsense. Do you forget that everything you think and experience I also do on some level?" Raditz asked. "Sure I may block it, but I know."

 

"I feel the pain from your workouts," she whispered. "Even though I've tried to block it. It's getting easier…"

 

"There's still another part of the memory switch we need to do. I need to still find you in the memories that you have yet to show me," he said.

 

"Of my childhood," she asked.

 

"Yes," he said.

 

"All right, but its not what you expect," she murmured. Raditz nodded, and helped her to the floor. Sitting Indian style opposite another they touched their knees. Raditz reached out and touched his hands to her face, then took her other hand to touch it to the corresponding spot on his temple. It was much like the 'spirit fighting' that Gohan and Krillen had done in space en route to Namek, but far deeper.

 

This time Raditz would enter her mind. She stared into his bottomless dark eyes, loosing herself in them. Then Raditz felt his astral self slip further into the bond connecting them. Along the path of light he flew, landing in the courtyard of the vast fortress. Comprised of roman architecture the fortress gleamed with inner light, with a full star studded heaven stretching above. Raditz glanced about, giving an enigmatic smile that she was not present.

 

"That's it. Let me find you, hunt for you. As a Saiyan. You're learning fast," he said with a murmur of appreciation she had not appeared yet.

 

"Then find me," she murmured.

 

"You know what must be done," Raditz nodded. She recalled the entrance into his troubled past, and sought to show him three or four memories that were primal and defining. Raditz saw the city shift, and then blur into a different place. Around him rose the spires of a human city, and he heard the chirping of birds. Glancing down he saw he wore human style clothing, but his hair was still long even though it was bound up in a ponytail at the nape of his neck. Still he saw his tail tightly wrapped around the waist of blue jeans, his massive chest rippling with muscle under the button up shirt and jacket he wore. He stuck to the lee of a tree and waited.

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Then he was sitting in the middle of a yard under a tree. Raditz saw the little girl with pigtails being swung about by two older brothers. She played and wrestled like a boy, her body devoid of any curves save the curves of early blooming breasts. Even at this early stage she had glasses, and he guessed she must be only eight or nine.

 

Her brothers then were called in and the girl rather then wander in with them wandered out to the yard. She looked up into the blue vault of the deep sky with no clouds. Her eyes wanted to pierce the veil and see beyond for they had that faraway look. Still he watched her run and murmur her secret stories and fantasies, playing with invisible playmates she spun into reality. She was the leading lady in her own pantomime, trees being the consoles of spaceships one moment and the legs of a great beast the next. Nuts and twigs she picked up and they were transformed into mysterious specimens or life forms she would catalogue as she rushed back to her spaceship. He could hear the special effects she made for lasers firing as she formed her fingers into pistols and pretended to shoot the enemy hiding behind a tree.

 

"GRAAAH!" Raditz laughed, jumping out.

 

"EEEK!" she yelped, falling back and landing on her backside. Her skirt fanned around her, brown eyes staring in fear through thick glasses. Her upturned freckled nose reminded him of Fermi and Bohr, and he saw the resemblance.

 

"Who are you…"

 

"A space monkey, come to conquer earth," Raditz laughed. Suddenly she was facing a little boy with armor and long hair that dragged behind him.

 

His long hair trailed in the dirt of the backyard, behind a small domed house that was the one of a Red Ribbon army soldier. He saw pinned to her floral dress a logo and a gold set of double bars that denoted 'captain'. A quick mental image of the man in the photo she called Father, and he knew that she had gotten the bars from his uniform. Another picture saw her standing with two brothers in school uniform and a woman and a man in full military garb who had just been promoted to major.

 

"What is this?" he asked, fingering the pin.

 

"Daddy's bars! He's a major now! He gave them to me so I could play Space Travels!" she laughed. "I'm the chief science officer!"

 

"Mmm, well I'm the space alien," he laughed.

 

"Ohhh is THAT why you're wearing armor?" she asked, scooting over and poking the vest that most young warriors wore after they returned from their first purge.

 

"I am a Saiyan warrior sent to conquer earth!" he huffed proudly.

 

"What's a Saiyan?" she asked.

 

"We are space pirates!" Raditz laughed.

 

"Pirates? Oh no!" she giggled, and then saw his tail unlatch to drift back and forth.

 

"See my tail?" he asked. She reached out to try and grab it, but Raditz kept it out of her grasp.

 

"You have long pretty hair! I'm jealous!" she pouted, grabbing his hair instead. Laughing Raditz tugged her so she landed on top of him.

 

"OW! You're trying to fight me, Chief Science officer?" he pretended to cry out in pain. She blushed realizing that she was sitting on his chest with his hand grabbing her wrist and pulling her down.

 

"YEAH!" she laughed. Then he flipped over to pin her under his knee on her pelvis.

 

"Hey!"

 

"I'm going to tickle you to death!" Raditz laughed, in the voice of a young boy. She screeched as his tail darted over her bare arms and legs. Then he gasped at her fingers jabbing and tickling him through the seams of his armor. Howling he flipped over and then the girl was straddling his hips and tickling him without mercy.

 

He then flipped them again, playfully pinning her only to let her go when she gasped and laughed so hard she cried. "No fair!"

 

Raditz got off her and sat to the side. Her face was flushed as was his, and they were under the shade of the tree that dropped strange nuts. Reaching down she picked up one and handed it to him, "Pecan?"

 

"Is that what this tree is?" Raditz asked.

 

"Pecans. Mom makes pies," she said. "On Earth we eat a lot of pie. What do they eat on your planet?"

 

"Great beasts we hunt with our bare hands," Raditz laughed harshly. He pretended to be a monster crouching to pounce on her. She lifted a hand and pushed him back so he landed on his rump.

 

"Eww! You're like a predator then?"

 

"Yes! A carnivore!"

 

"Meat eater! Do you have dinosaurs on your planet Saiya?"

 

"Planet Vegeta," Raditz answered with a growl. He yanked her to her feet and then they stood opposite each other. Both were the same height, their bodies scrawny but with some muscle present. Raditz long hair trailed behind him, his tail flickering around his ankles. Stellari wore the thin cotton dress, tights and a pair of sneakers. Like he had seen before her hair was braided into two braids tied with red bows. Her glasses were round and large like an owl's, and her nose twitched.

 

"You're a cute alien," she said, rushing over and giving him a hug. Raditz blinked, flinching at the strange contact.

 

"Brave or stupid to hug a dangerous alien Saiyan warrior!" he said with a slight growl. He pushed her away a bit but she held his gauntleted hand.

 

"You're not dangerous or you would have killed me by now. You talk tough but you're nice!" she said.

 

"I'm not nice!"

 

"Then why didn't you shoot me down with your space powers, heh?" she asked. "Or are you going to take me prisoner and back to your planet Vegetable!"

 

"Vegeta," he corrected her.

 

"To live with the other space pirate monkeys?" she teased. Taking his hand she laced his fingers with hers and Raditz felt her dragging him as she rushed around the yard.

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Time again shifted, and Raditz was again alone. He heard girls talking, and turned to look. Wearing school uniforms that resembled Sailor outfits the girls rushed to and fro. Boys wore black uniforms with brass buttons, and the girls wore pleated plaid skirts, and blouses with sailor motifs. Socks were pulled to their knees, and they had patent leather shoes. Like most schools on Chikyuu the children wore uniforms. Even in the place Stellari said she grew up it was common thanks to King Furry's mandates about standard education in metropolises.

 

He glanced around for Stellari. Not with the others but under a tree sat a girl with thick glasses and long hair done up in twin braids. She had a stack of books beside her, and her nose was buried in a book. The world seemed to go on around her, and she almost seemed to be hiding. He could hear the whispers of girls going past and pointing. Then at one point someone threw something and it hit her on the side of the head. Stellari glared up from behind the book, "Who threw that?"

 

"Who us? Nobody," said the red headed girl standing closest. Another girl with purple hair stood to her left, and a third with curly blue hair to her right. All three seemed rather tomboyish, but Raditz guessed she was not quite a woman.

 

"Like you'd feel it through that fat you pig," laughed purple hair.

 

"I'm NOT fat," Stellari glanced up. "You're just jealous that I've blossomed early!"

 

"Yeah, don't you wear a BRA?" laughed red head.

 

"Don't touch me!"

 

"She doesn't wear a bra! Cause a fat disgusting pig like her wouldn't FIT in one!" laughed the redhead.

 

"That's why you hide behind a book, cause nobody wants to see your ugly face!" purple hair added.

 

"I don't wear makeup!" Stellari snorted. "I don't' wanna look like a clown!"

 

She leaned down and started poking Stellari in the breasts. Angrily Stellari pushed back, and then felt her braids grabbed and yanked on. Raditz fought the urge to step in, but the girls were shoving and pushing against her. Stellari clumsily pushed and hit back, but she was outnumbered. Two of the girls grabbed sticks and started chanting. Reaching out Stellari grabbed both sticks and smashed them over her knee.

 

"Leave me ALONE!" she shrilled.

 

"Oh so you have a backbone? The pig's getting rough. Watch out Haruka, Tanya!" laughed the redhead. Then one of them grabbed her glasses and she was virtually blind. From behind one of the girls grabbed her and the other started pinching and squeezing while Red tried to shove her rudely. Stellari stamped down with her feet and trod on the toes of the first who let go, and then leaned heavily on the second grabbing her braids. Howling in pain the purple haired girl crashed to the path under Stellari's heavier body.

 

"Get off me! Bieka help!" the purple haired one said. Stellari rolled off her and grabbed the ankles of one of the others, yanking hard.

 

"Leave me alone!" Stellari shouted, blindly swinging out as she was pulled and spat on and wrestled with. Her hands connected with a face, and then a chest, purely by luck. But her glasses were soon thrown to the ground and crushed under the feet of the first girl.

 

"Fat pig!" shouted Tanya.

 

"Disgusting snot faced bitch!" another said, presumably Haruka. Raditz had more then he could stand as he rushed in.