Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Step-parent Saiyan Blues ❯ First Time for Stellari ( Chapter 12 )

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 Company. My fan fiction means no harm to the anime or manga.

 

Playground Torment

 

By StarbearerTM.

 

 

Angrily the 13 year old Raditz in his human guise grabbed the arm of one of the girls, yanking her off Stellari. Lying on the ground Stellari curled herself up while the other two were beating her body with their fists and kicking her. The red head named Bieka whipped her hand back and punched Raditz in the jaw. Raditz realized he was wearing the uniform of a boy, and his body was scrawny with the youth of a thirteen-year-old. His nametag with the orange star pinned to it said Son Raditz.

 

"Leave her alone!" he shouted. All the children wore badges with the orange star on them. A quick glance up and he saw the words Orange Star Boarding Academy. He knew that there was an Orange Star High school in what was called Hercule City in the future. Chichi and Goku had discussed sending their child Gohan to the public school when he was old enough. This must be the same city, but it wasn't Orange Star high, it was a special private school with a dormitory. Or the same school which had a program for children to stay.

 

"What's it to you, faggot boy!" laughed Bieka.

 

"Skinny bitch," Raditz taunted back. Two or three boys rushed up, holding books in their hands as they flanked Raditz. One of the girls got off Stellari and yanked him by his long hair. Presumably the boys were all Raditz friends in the memory he was sharing with Stellari. Each time he had participated thus far in reliving her past he took on the persona of a male friend who was close to her. In the Red Ribbon Army dream he had been Brown, a colleague. Now he was a boy that liked and protected the bookworm. On the ground he saw that he had dropped a backpack full of comic books.

 

"Oooh, Radish boy got caught!" laughed one of the boys.

 

"Shut up!" he growled. "Don't just stand there you jerks, help me! Yuske, Mantis, are you gonna watch or do something?"

 

"Ugh, girl germs!" gasped one of the other boys, with long red hair. Raditz recognized him as 'Mantis'. The other to his left had spiky bangs and he was moving over to grab the redhead who had pinned Stellari initially.

 

"Let me go you pervert!" shrieked Bieka.

 

"Hold her Yuske!"

 

"What will your girlfriend think?" Mantis asked, as he shoved the blue haired girl, aka Haruka, off Raditz.

 

"Hey, let go you dweeb!" Haruka shouted, and slapped Mantis in his face. He toppled back and crashed into a tree. Raditz pushed the purple haired Tanya off and leaned over Stellari.

 

Suddenly the two other boys, Mantis and Yuske, were attacked by the sailor suited girls who started to slap and hit them with their books. Other girls had run to their defense and the eleven year old redhead and the twelve year old spiky haired kid were being pushed and slapped by at least two more girls who carried hockey sticks. The newcomers were at least fifteen and sixteen in age, with high school pins on.

 

"Disgusting nerds don't TOUCH us with your slimy filthy pervert hands!" Bieka shrieked.

 

"Ow, hey! You girls are NUTS!" Yuske shouted as one of them grabbed him and pummeled him.

 

"Oh man, Son let's book, we're in trouble, run!" the redhead howled as the two other girls began to kick his butt and push him away. Both of them burst off running, leaving Raditz huddled over the trembling Stellari.

 

"Stupid boys! Man they are sick perverts!" Bieka shouted, pointing at Raditz would-be rescuers.

 

"What are you doing Bieka!" shouted the older girl who had long blonde hair tied up in two claw ponytails. She carried a hockey stick. The other three were chasing off the two boys that had come with Raditz.

 

"Sakura, these BOYS were attacking and trying to feel us up!" Bieka, the redhead sneered.

 

"You're always causing trouble, Bieka, with your two other friends Haruka and Tanya!" said the other girl, with short brown hair and reddish lips who was about fifteen. The blue haired girl and the purple haired girl were both dusting themselves off and straightening their hair.

 

"Well what WERE you doing anyway?" asked Sakura, still holding her hockey stick. "Well girls? Senna, Marina"

 

"Just doing girl stuff," said the purple haired girl, named Haruka Senna. The blue haired one trotted after her, like a sidekick, and was named Tanya Marina.

 

"Shut up Trixie! I didn't ask you hockey jocks to save us," Bieka snapped. Trixie was the brown haired girl presumably.

 

"They're lying!" Raditz shouted. "They were hurting Stellari!"

 

"Who asked you, pretty boy?" Bieka snapped, rushing over to where Raditz sat hovering over Stellari.

 

"Leave him alone, and let's go. We're in enough trouble, Bieka," Haruko tugged her arm.

 

"You there, Son is it? What's going on?" Sakura asked as she marched up and pushed between him and an angry Bieka. Haruka and Tanya were both tugging the tomboyish twelve year old girl. Trixie rushed over and leaned down.

 

"Oh my gosh, Stellari, what did they do to you?" Trixie asked.

 

"They attacked her!" Raditz pointed to the three aggressors.

 

"He was one of those perverts! That `Son' kid with the long hair! He did it!" Bieka stuck her tongue out at him.

 

"Leave her alone! What's she done to you?" Raditz shouted, glaring at the three girls looking at him with disgust.

 

"Is this true, Bieka?" asked Sakura.

 

"Shh, easy Stellari," Trixie said as she leaned over Stellari who was whimpering and clinging to Raditz jacket. He gently eased her up and held her to his chest. His black uniformed arms wrapped around the girl, hugging her tightly. Protectively Trixie crouched next to him. Sakura whirled on the terrible trio, and glared at them.

 

"I warned you about beating each other up! Am I going to have to call the teacher?" Sakura shouted, brandishing her hockey stick menacingly. Still wearing her shinguards she and the other girl both towered head and shoulders over Stellari's agressers.

 

"It's not YOUR beeswax, hockey jock!" Bieka snorted. “I don't care if you ARE in High School you're still not poking your nose into this!”

 

"Ugh, let's get out of here before the teacher comes! We're not supposed to be playing with these LITTLE BOYS," snorted Haruka.

 

"Let's get out of here Bieka!" whined Tanya. Sakura menacingly waved her stick and marched forwards.

 

"Get lost before I DO tell someone!" Sakura growled. Screaming the three perpetrators raced away. They ran away as Raditz bared his teeth and snarled at them. He judged they must be twelve and thirteen at the most, while the two boys were about ten and twelve. He himself was thirteen, but he remembered it had taken him a long time to grow any sort of muscle mass. Raditz with the two teenaged girls leaning over him gathered a sobbing Stellari into his arms protectively. He felt intense anger boiling upr in him.

 

"Son was it true?" asked Sakura quietly.

 

"They did hurt her. They were pulling her hair and grabbing her and stuff," Raditz answered in the language of a twelve year old boy. Stellari was left half lying in the dirt, her clothes torn as he reached down to pull her to him. On her bare arms she had scrapes and nasty scratches across her arms and legs.

 

"Son, it's okay, we want to help," Sakura said softly.

 

"Where were you when they were hurting her?" Raditz asked.

 

"She has to learn to stand up to them," Trixie said softly. "Are you hurt?"

 

"You okay Stellari?" Sakura asked, reaching out to touch Stellari's cheek as she pulled her face from Raditz.

 

"I hate them. Why don't they leave me alone? I was just reading?"

 

"You okay?" asked Trixie. "Want me to get Miss Frappe?"

 

"I'll go, you stay with them," said Sakura.

 

"I'll take care of her," Raditz said defensively.

 

"You know boys aren't allowed in the girls' dorm you dummy," said Trixie with a disgusted sigh.

 

"I want Raditz with me," whimpered Stellari. He helped her to stand, hugging her to him as he glared at both eight graders.

 

"Okay, let's go to the infirmary. You tell Miss Frappe, and I'll take them to the nurse," said Trixie. Sakura nodded and rushed off. Trixie helped gather Stellari's books and Raditz still held her with his arm around her hips. He followed the upperclassman girl to one of the other buildings on the boarding school property. Other students in identical uniforms strode around. He didn't question the shape his body had taken; it did so automatically so he could take part in her memories. It was the Saiyan way.

Soon he was in the infirmary while Trixie talked to Miss Frappe, the house mistress. The teacher was a woman in her twenties, with pink hair and glasses and freckles. She had a whistle around her neck and wore a short skirted dress and button up blouse. Her glasses were thick and her hair was pinned up in two buns on either side of her face. Another woman wearing a white uniform that was cut at the knee rushed up and Stellari was roughly pulled away from Raditz.

 

"I want Raditz!" whined Stellari.

 

"Okay, you can sit next to her while I clean her cuts. But no funny business," the nurse scolded. "Come over here, Stellari!"

 

Raditz sat down and held her hand as they both sat on the bed. Trixie continued to talk to Miss Frappe while the nurse took out cotton balls and gauze. Raditz smelled the tang of alcohol and squeezed Stellari's hand when she whimpered from the sting of the nurse's ministrations. Weird red goop was wiped over the cuts with a swab, and stained Stellari's skin brown. Then the nurse carefully started to bandage each bruise and scrape.

 

"Don't worry, they're just jealous," said the nurse.

 

"Stellari dear, this is the third time," said Miss Frappe as she wandered over.

 

"I wasn't doing anything!" she sniffed. "They think I'm ugly!"

 

"If you DID wear some makeup they might not bother you so. Doesn't your mother teach you how…?”

 

"No," Stellari said quietly.

 

"I could teach you how to shave your legs," said the pink haired teacher sweetly. Stellari sniffled, her blind eyes looking up as the young woman smiled and helped her to stand. Forgotten, Raditz sat on the bed as she let go of his hand. Stellari hugged her tightly and the teacher helped her walk out the infirmary door. Raditz shook his head and saw the scratches and cuts on her legs covered with fine dark hair.

 

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As he could in memory swap, Raditz willed himself to be unseen by anyone else. Carefully he stole his way into the ladies' dorm. Time had again shifted and he realized he was looking into a middle school's campus. He heard a sharp gasp of pain then rushed into the building which looked like a dormitory. Sighing he saw time around him blur and smelled blood. Through the halls and down to the room at the end of a hall he peered through the open bathroom door and saw Stellari wrapped in a towel with one leg poised above a toilet and the other holding a razor. Human females and males had much body hair. He wondered why the females had such a preoccupation with shaving body hair off. Especially when Saiyans had body hair and thought little of it.

 

Blood trickled down several nicks on her legs. She was sniffling as she shaved the hair she inundated with soap. Raditz shook his head at the rather barbaric scene of her slicing the hair off either leg. He had no idea most females did this every day. It seemed ridiculous and her taped up glasses was pathetic. Of course he looked at the slightly pudgy body wrapped in the towel and still found her shapely.

 

Stellari finished rinsing her shaved legs, and then struggled with lotion. She finally cursed and gave up, letting the blood from the nicks and cuts scab over. Grabbing a robe she threw it on, and then put the rest of the toiletries into a plastic green basket. Shoving her feet into sandals she hobbled back to one of the rooms. Raditz willed invisibility and followed her to her solitary room. He slipped into the shadows and then hid behind the door as she entered.

 

He guessed she was fifteen years old, by the increased height, and the year he glimpsed. Also the presence of a gold locket with the number sixteen on it, and a small emerald and diamond ring in place on her finger of her right hand that she had gotten for her sweet sixteen. Her face still blistered with acne, but her hair was still shoulder length. Sighing Raditz moved to stand near her, and fought the urge to tackle and give her the comfort that he would as an adult.

 

"Those women are idiots," Raditz said. With shock the girl turned, still wearing only a bra and panties under a T shirt. Her legs were shaved, but he saw the nicks and cuts still bleeding.

 

"Who the hell," she shrieked, spinning on him. Raditz lay on the bed, glancing up at her with amusement.

 

"Do you not know me even now?" he whispered.

 

"I don't want anyone to see me," she whispered, turning around. Raditz rose from the bed and strode over to wrap his arms around her from behind. Stellari gasped at the feel of Raditz muscular arms pulling her to his hard muscled body.

 

"But you endure what I did as well. People found you ugly and not worthy of consideration because of some feature they didn't understand," Raditz whispered.

 

"I am ugly," she shrugged.

 

"Who says?" Raditz snorted.

 

"My breasts are too big, and I have fat disgusting thighs. And this nasty hair. I guess I just am not that much to look at. But it's not like I CARE if some guy notices me," she whispered. Raditz leaned down and lightly breathed in her ear.

 

"Bullshit," he murmured. "You're strong, and intelligent. And they are flat chested and scrawny. And their hair is hideous. What creature has blue or pink hair? Black hair and dark eyes are the mark of a True Saiyan."

 

"I'm not a Saiyan," she whispered.

 

"These wide hips are wonderful for bearing children," Raditz murmured. He was dying to touch her but dared not. Glancing in the mirror he saw himself as an adult. With a moment's concentration he soon blurred and formed into the body of himself at the same age.

 

Standing in the mirror behind her was now a Saiyan warrior, but much less muscular in bulk. Rather he was the slender figure with hair hanging to his ankles, only a head taller then her, his legs short, and his chin angular and head a bit large. Hair curled over to obscure the widow's peak and he wore armor with shoulder straps and no groin or hip guards. Indeed he was a Saiyan male about seventeen rotations, or two moon seasons.

 

Now that he was also a teenager he felt he could touch her a bit. Stellari moaned and leaned back into his touch. Again time blurred and now he held a girl of seventeen in his arms. A smirk came over his features and he felt less guilty.

 

Gently his hands reached up to clasp her breasts from behind, and he nibbled on her neck. She groaned as the fingers cupped her mounds and squeezed them with gentle caresses. Raditz worshipped the body she hated with his groping hands. Then to her shock he slid one hand down and ripped her t shirt off to reveal her bare front. Next he kept one hand across her chest and slid his right one down on her belly to gently slip over past her belly button. She felt weak in the knees at the sensation of his hand cupping the mound of flesh covered in dark hair hidden by the full cut cotton panties. Gently he lifted, and she leaned hard into him as he rubbed her inner thighs teasingly close. The teenaged Stellari was spun around as he glanced hungrily down and then lifted her up in his arms.

 

"I'm not attractive," she whispered.

 

"Again I say bullshit. By whose standards?" Raditz asked.

 

"It's been only two full moons," he murmured, his tail latching out and wrapping around her. She was pulled to a much smaller chest, an angular nose pushed into her neck as his hands wandered over her body. Gasping she wound her arms around him and felt his developing muscles. He was a slender scrawny boy in comparison to the buff warrior, and she guessed they were the same weight.

 

"I'm heavier then you are," she lamented. Raditz grunted as she reached down and lifted him up in her arms.

 

"You always are strong," he laughed. "Saiyan males don't reach their full height till two and a half cycles of the full moon."

 

"Since the full moon only happens once every eight years on planet Vegeta," she murmured.

 

She was pleased Raditz had youthed himself to the same apparent age, showing her his own awkwardness as a teenaged boy. Reaching down he pinched her generous backside and then tore the bra from her breasts. She yelped and groaned as he leaned down and started to suckle them. They were firmer then he recalled and he loved the smell and taste of youth on them. Her own hands buried in his long mane and held him close. Raditz then moved back up, not having to strain to lean down and kiss her because he was only a few inches taller then she at this age.

 

Stellari grabbed his face and leaned in. He groaned as she pushed her lips on his, wrapping arms around his neck and pushing her body close. The full figured curves of a woman pressed to his, and he loved feeling an adult body against his adolescent one. Indeed she had bloomed early, and he was late to develop his muscle mass that she knew so well. If only females had found him so interesting at this age he wouldn't have worked so hard to chase them after he 'matured'. Groaning he felt her tongue in his mouth and thrust his into her lips as well. His tail darted over her body, wrapping around her waist not completely as his hands continued to squeeze.

 

He couldn't stop Saiyan instinct because at this early age his sex drive was triple, and then grasped her up. Raditz pushed her down to the bed and Stellari laughed as the slender muscular youth tried to dominate her.

 

Laughing she lay back and relaxed. Raditz groaned and settled down to lay on her, loving the feel of the substantial girl beneath him. Again her lips found his and she reached up to caress him through the spandex. He was hard and longing, and then it dawned on him that she had given her virginity to someone at this time.

 

"You gave it up when you were 18," he murmured.

 

"To a boy much like you," she said. "A nerd like me. We had awkward sex, and we were both a bit drunk."

 

"Did you and him…"

 

"We were only together a few times. Then he had to leave school. And I was alone again," she whispered. Raditz reached down and then she held him close as he began to make love in the memories of her first time. In the body of an awkward boy he experienced the joy of her giving and the warmth that she shared in a cold world.