Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Unsaiyan but Unforgettable ❯ UnSaiyan ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

 

 

Black boots touched down outside the laboratory of Capsule. He seemed to know the way by heart, gleaned from the recesses of most recent memory. Such memories were pushed aside by the flood of his past breaking through the damn of amnesia.

 

Raditz had spent months living another lifetime. Perhaps the better part of a year he had forgotten all shreds of his past except for the most essential information. Things like his real name, his warrior skills, and knowledge of technology were present. Yet his entire history, the sum total of his culture and race had been obliterated. Whatever had come before was gone along with the bloodlust.

 

In that time he had done many unsaiyan things. Now in a flash the pain had broken through. Original programming reasserted himself. This dashed all other recent acquisitions to smithereens. He was almost mad with rage for allowing himself to become weak. All the friendships he had made seemed for naught when he remembered the pride of a Saiyan warrior. Still a small part of him felt regret for going against those who had taken him in and given him food and shelter.

 

For Gohan's sake he had told him all. Then he had left the boy till he could sort out the hidden rage within. Gohan was well enough to fly home on his own with the terrible news that this alien was a monster sent to destroy them. Just what would that mean? Raditz had curtly reminded Gohan he had forty-eight hours to send Goku to speak to him. Their conversation was long, but ended in the realization that Raditz had much to catch up on. Then in a flash he had vanished to a secret place where he'd concealed his pod.

 

In truth he needed to sort out what was to be done. These people were powerful warriors, so the thought of destroying them seemed a waste. Nevertheless they would be little more then slaves when Freiza's men came to take possession of this world that he would be obliged to add to the pool. Now there was also the matter of all the other things he had learned. Somehow he hoped Kakkarot would see reason and join him. Perhaps Raditz would consent to spare the world if Goku came with him. Goku and that half-breed brat. While Saiyan tradition did not favor a child being more powerful then his sire, Raditz thought that false logic. If the boy could be taken in his father's place…

 

There was another reality, Raditz realized. This had brought him to Capsule labs where he would see a certain female. Around him towered the domes and spires of the complex, with sleek blue windows. His scouter bleeped with energies higher then the average weak human. Inside the winding cavern he wandered, the security cameras not bothering to trigger an alarm. Raditz fingers punched in a code that he did not question how he knew. She had provided it foolishly.

 

Could he even entertain the thought of taking her with him? She was a weak creature. Yet Saiyans of third class were not discouraged from taking concubines to whelp brats when the supply of Saiyan females was close to nil. His own cousins had females here and there they'd sired half-breeds from. Some were not very powerful, and others were taken to become soldiers of Freiza. To his shock and surprise he saw another life reading almost on top of the prey's.

 

Raditz followed the bleeping signal of his scouter along the corridors marked with ciphers that spelled out, "Materials Research, Polymers division." Thanks to the weaklings of this world, he knew how to read and write in their language named Japanese. The telltale writing was scrawled above what was called English lettering, the language native to Dr. Stellari. Unlike most of the people here, she was paler skinned but had hair just as dark.

Humans were capable of breeding stock. However primitive, this female was ripe and fertile. He would take her along even if he destroyed Earth. Despite her protests she could be of some use for breeding more pups. His father would comprehend. He might even grudgingly approve that the female was not totally weak and helpless due to her superior intellect. It would take nine months for the brat to be whelped, and if she displeased him, he'd simply kill her.

 

Finally he reached the door labeled "Testing facility Omega Five." Raditz fought the insipid urge to knock or call out her name before realizing it was another foolish human custom he'd adopted. Would his humiliation never end? Bad enough he had come to awareness wearing what was called jeans and a T-shirt while off sparring with Gohan. It had been simple business to locate his armor, and he was thankful he had the sense of mind to bring his scouter.

 

As the door slid open, he stepped quietly inside. The object of his search adjusted glass tubing and bulbs, connecting them with green plastic clips. Raditz nose twitched at the potent scent of thousands of chemicals. Only ten feet away, a long white lab coat swirled around generous curves. Her dark hair was twisted into a French braid, chestnut brown and dark black. Very Saiyan in appearance despite the lack of a tail. Most Saiyan females were smaller then males, but not quite as broad hipped. At least not the warriors. Yet the domestics and concubines were often chosen on their hip width and breast size for the breeding. She was old by some reckoning but extremely desirably by others. Her age was between thirty five and fourty. But on this world they said fourty was the new thirty.

 

Stealthily he crept toward her, reaching out to grasp the sleeve festooned with a round logo of two concentric circles, and the word "Capsule" under it. To the uninitiated Raditz would think it a crest of the house of Kakkarot's female friend Bulma. The mate of the scar faced Z warrior Yamcha. Memories flashed past his mind of the small pink shack where the elder man lived. A place where Raditz had stayed till his wounds healed thanks to a small thing called a Sensu Bean.

 

She had first met him at a 'get together' Master Roshi held to introduce him to some women. The old pervert had suggested Raditz needed a good woman because he seemed lonely. So Bulma had brought a friend of hers that was hooked up as Raditz blind date. The other girl with her had been named Betty Bakelite, who had fallen head over heels with Krillen. Dr. Melody Melmack had even taken a shine to Master Roshi.

 

Angrily Raditz forced the images away. His hand landed on her shoulder. Dr. Stellari whirled around, her eyes fixing up into his. Something akin to concern and joy momentarily flashed across her dark eyes that matched the shade of her hair. Across her thick glasses his image reflected. Her eyes widened to see him attired in the solid brown and black armor adding menacing bulk to his already large frame. Even with memories recovered a part of him wanted to throw her down and fuck her till she screamed for mercy. She could handle a Saiyan. Could she handle the truth?

 

"Raditz! Son of a bitch, where have you been?" she asked.

 

"Taking care of business, woman," Raditz answered. His expression was hard and cold, his grip viselike.

 

"I was worried sick. What's wrong? You look… different," Dr. Stellari said, grasping his wrist and then examining the strange armor. "This… wait a second this material is fascinating. You've never worn this before… outside of training… was that the armor…"

 

"The armor of a true Saiyan warrior, woman. Without equal, the strongest in the Galaxy. But I've no time for trifles. I'm in a hurry!" Raditz barked. Stellari winced, and then her gaze hardened.

 

"I see. Either you're playing a joke on me, or you've… remembered something about your past. Haven't you?" she trailed off, her muscles tensing.

 

"Woman, be silent," he said sharply. "I will only say this once."

 

"Excuse me? Since WHEN did you call me woman?" she blinked up. "You look… different…"

 

"Perceptive for one with such weak eyesight," he growled softly, backing her up. Stellari's backside collided with the lab counter, causing the glassware to rattle.

 

"You're scaring me. What the hell's gotten into you?" Dr. Stellari asked, shrugging off his hand. However Raditz caught her around the wrist, yanking her forwards.

 

"My true self, what else?" he laughed harshly.

 

"You remember who and what you are don't you? Is that it… you've regained your memory… and now…" she asked. Her eyes held horror and the suspicion of something else. Yet Raditz was impressed with the keen gaze she eyed him with.

 

"Not so dim as your fellow humans. Perhaps I had some of my wits about me when I took you to my bed," he said as he studied her as if for the first time.

 

"You don't recognize me… not in the same way?" Stellari said, swallowing her fear and sorrow. This was not the same being that she had fallen for. The terrible creature before her was a monster from outer space. Shuddering she realized she had been intimate with something that looked ready to devour her.

 

"Foolish weakling. You still live because you're of use to me," Raditz laughed again.

 

"I see," Dr. Stellari said dully, and then forced back tears. "You… you're a Saiyan you said. It would stand to reason your true purpose was to either conquer Earth, or worse."

 

"Again you're correct. You're sharp as I said before, for such feeble beings. How amusing that you know clearly what you are up against, while the rest of your world has no conception," Raditz snickered.

 

"So I'm some sort of 'inferior being' that you just happened to be unlucky enough to fuck. That's it? And now you've come to dispose of me because you're disgusted?" Dr. Stellari asked, curling her lip at him. Her chin wobbled but she stared him directly in the eyes. Raditz furrowed his brow in concern. Such a being dared look him in the eyes as an equal? How like the 'intelligent' beings of such a world, which had a spark of knowledge to look beyond their puny worlds before they were snuffed out.

 

"I might be, wench," Raditz whispered, the corner of his mouth turning up into a smirk.

 

"Don't tell me you're some alien species on the brink of extermination, and you want Earth because we've got resources you don't have! Considering the energy it would take to get here, you could do far better then THIS measly little planet," Dr. Stellari laughed harshly. Raditz shook his head at her attempt at boldness.

 

"At least you don't babble. Aren't you terrified of me? I'm a Saiyan warrior woman. I've destroyed worlds stronger then this…"

 

"Why waste your power on a poor sport like this primitive planet? So, you're far more powerful then me. Why keep me alive?" she asked.

 

"You will not suffer the same fate as this planet, wench," Raditz continued.

 

"Why destroy Earth, when it has resources that might be of use?" she asked.

 

"It's not for a lesser being to question our ways," Raditz said. "This world will be purged of its indigenous life, for a more…"

 

"Deserving species?" she laughed. "Give me a BREAK. You're a predator. You get your jollies out of hunting us. Some superior race you are!"

 

"Saiyans AREN'T pushovers, woman…. We are…"

 

"Huh, for a so called advanced species, you're hardly what I'd consider better then us. If you're what's superior, I'm glad to be a backwards monkey," Dr. Stellari looked up at him angrily. "So go on. Kill me mister invader from mars."

 

"How foolishly amusing. You're seconds from death and you laugh. Either very brave or insane. Perhaps that's why you were desirable. I need something to amuse me," Raditz snickered. "But don't worry wench, you're far more use to me alive then dead."

 

"You know then," Dr. Stellari said angrily. "Why you can't kill me? You've used that toy on your face to see that I'm…"

 

"There are so few of us Saiyans left, you should be privileged your weak body has the strength to carry one of us. Make no trouble and I'll spare you. Anger me, and…" Raditz started. She cut him off seconds later.

 

"You'll kill me. I know, I'm not that inferior, Raditz," she said. "If that's your real name? What ELSE are you? Because it seems futile to even hope…"

 

Raditz clicked his tongue, pulling the woman so she landed against his armored body. His hips moved suggestively against hers and he purred into her ear, "That I'd remember that I was sentimental, warm and tender? You trying to wield some romantic encounter that was little more then a fuck?"

 

"A fuck is a fuck," she blurted out with rage, digging her nails into his palm. "Spare me the taunting. I get the message. I'm just some whore that spread my legs for you, end of story. I get that I'm nothing but a battery hen. So let's just go to your spaceship and leave. I'll come willingly."

 

He saw the glistening of tears, but her teeth were bared. She bit into her tongue to stop the sobs from erupting. Rage burned in her belly, that of a woman used and that she would not allow him the satisfaction of insults. "Smart woman. Let's go now…"

 

He dragged her out of the lab, disappointed that she had not given him a fight. Just under the surface he felt the quivering of her muscles. Shouldn't she have screamed into his face and burst into tears? Why did she just deny him the pleasure of seeing her beg for her life? The wench was far smarter then to be pushed about. Or was she counting on her weak friends saving her? Out of the ultramodern maze they soon emerged onto the front lawn. Raditz grabbed her under his arm and soon her stomach was left behind. Dr. Stellari's heart pounded with terror as she saw the ground blurring under her. A thin film of energy separated her from a horrible fall.

 

"Bastard," she mumbled under her breath.

 

"Foolish human emotions…" Raditz laughed.

 

"Are beneath Saiyans? I've heard it all before. Now you're going to tell me that I'm a worthless woman, and that I'm weak? Real original. So skip the insults and just fuck me or kill me. Isn't that what you want to do, Saiyan?" she glared up at him.

 

Raditz opened his mouth but saw the defiant glare. Goading him, daring him to be 'Saiyan' enough to do one of the two things. In minutes he reached the flat plane where he had landed his craft. She gaped at the huge crater with the rounded pod contained inside. After months he had returned to the crash site where he had done battle with the one called Piccolo. She gulped when he touched down, and then lightly dropped her on the ground before him. Stellari landed on her hands and knees, and then turned over to see him towering over her.

 

"You'd do well to fear me," Raditz laughed, leaning down.

 

"Then why are you talking about it so much? Why advertise? I accept what you are. Whatever we had is now meaningless because you don't lower yourself to understand something lowly and simple like weak human emotions. Is that it? Why tell me something I don't know?" Dr. Stellari yelled at him. Her wrists jerked as Raditz grasped her other hand flashing out. He squeezed hard, his fangs bared in a leering smirk.

 

"Weakling."

 

"I don't GIVE a damn what you think!" Stellari shrilled at him. "You can say whatever you like! Is it that mighty of a feat for a great warrior to try humiliating a woman when he has a planet to conquer?"

 

"Woman… you try my patience!" Raditz snarled. "Don't mock me!"

 

"Give me a reason not to. To believe you ARE superior. Prove to me how powerful you are, if you are so mighty?" she growled back. He hated the look of fear controlled with aggression. Stellari was forcing fear aside, willing a strange energy forwards that was suspiciously like a Saiyan female. Instead of backing down she was forcing, as much of her will to show him she would not be conquered by words.

 

"Damn you, don't you shut up!" Raditz snarled, forcing her down. Stellari closed her eyes and threw back her head. Especially when he ripped open her lab coat and reached to strip off her garments. In his grasp she went limp, letting herself fall back and gritting her teeth. Laying herself open and vulnerable to him as he tore off the clothing on her body.

 

"Go ahead, I won't fight you," she said softly. "If you want to fuck me, go ahead. I won't fight. There's no point is there?"

 

"Aren't your terrified?"

 

"Can't you tell? I know either way you'll kill me if you don't get what you want, so just take me. Rape me, use me. Do whatever you will. I don't have the desire to stop you, or the strength," she whispered. "I yield to the superior being."