Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Saiyan Foster Father ❯ Bejita's female elite students ( Chapter 5 )

Chapter 3  

"Ready?" Son Goku asked, poking his head out of the back bedroom door. Atomique leapt off the sofa, glancing at him standing in the doorway. His mussed hair seemed fused into that floppy spiked state, yet his clothing suited him quite well.

Before he'd worn a bright orange gi, with blue shirt underneath. Now his muscular form was clothed in sleeveless blue top and baggy pants. Twine wrapped around the boots that the ends of the pants were thrust into. All that remained of his former ensemble were the blue wristbands, and the blue sash around his waist. Did he always wear those wristbands and boots, she wondered? His bare arms were well defined and blistering with muscles, much more so then Paul even, or the demon had been.

"All right then…" she said quickly. "Should I take anything?"

"Nah, just yourself," he joked. "C'mon, it's not that long of a flight… but I think Gohan took Nimbus so we'll have to fly…"

"Fly?" she blinked. "But I CAN'T fly, damn it!"

"You can't?" Son Goku blinked at her, as if she'd sprouted a second head. He paused at the open double doors with the Chinese characters scrawled in a small diamond three quarters of the height up the wooden surface. From what little she knew of them, she guessed it was his family name.

"I don't know how," she said. "And even if I did…"

"Don't worry, I can help you," Son Goku said, and then blushed. He motioned her to step out the door before him. Into the morning air she strode, feeling fresh mountain air blasting her face. With a lonely sigh it moaned through the rustling tree branches. Still she smelled the charred bite of the smoldering ruins of his home across the way.

"How far?"

"About a few hours… but it's no big deal. If I had nimbus we could ride… only if you're pure of heart though…" Goku explained. Judging from that expression on his face he took the entire explanation for granted. Slight confusion spreading across his youthful face alerted her that he wasn't accustomed to explaining these facts of life to someone else.

"This is getting to be really confusing… what is a nimbus, pray tell?" she demanded.

"Oh, just a little gold cloud that makes it easy to get around, so we don't use energy flyin'," he said casually, closing the doors behind them. He drew a bolt across them, securing the portal with a padlock and key he stuffed into his pocket. Across his shoulder he slung what seemed to be a simple cloth bag filled with various items. Food most likely, she thought.

"We fly in my world too, well MOST of us," she mumbled. Goku clearly discerned the note of irritation in her voice, indicating she was weary of being schlepped around when she wanted to fly on her own. Perhaps he could do something to change that, he thought. A gentle probing of his personal ki assessed that she had the requisite raw power, but it needed focus. Far beyond the super specialized use that her 'alchemy' dictated.

"Your ki's pretty high level… maybe you can too… I mean Videl could… Chichi never could… but she didn't have the juice t' do it… an' she always used the car or Nimbus…" he said, striding out to the middle of the clearing.

"Your powers are much like the ones of my husband… mental energies that I can sense off the scale…" she murmured.

"Gonna have to carry ya if you don't mind…" he said, reaching down and sweeping her up into his arms. "Whoops…"

"It's okay… really," she muttered, feeling the world drop from under them as they lifted into the air. She grabbed the blue cloth of his top to steady herself against his chest. White energies surged around them, forming an envelope of chikara that sliced into the resisting air. All over she felt the tingling of chikara much like the one of the Four and the talisman, but ten times stronger and more focused.

Every fiber of Son Goku's being radiated with chikara. During the fight she'd seen him and his son explode into chikara that went far in excess of Paul and Gene's forms. Just how much was he capable of, she wondered. Also, his though processes seemed almost alien in some ways. Few humans had such strength without some enchantments, she told herself.

"Lemmie know if I'm flyin' too fast here," he spoke with lips near her ear.

"I'm actually used to this… or I was… because Paul always, I mean I always had someone carry me around because I couldn't fly…" she stammered, embarrassed at the whole admission. He was being nice after all, and all she could think about was how strong and buff he looked.

"Maybe you can. I mean it's not something you learn overnight, but Gohan or I could teach ya," Goku said quickly. "I'm sure you'd be a natural. I felt your energies and they're pretty strong… for a woman… I mean…"

"Most of the women on this world aren't fighters as you are?" she asked.

"Well Buruma isn't, and my wife was… I mean my ex wife… and my son's girlfriend Videl is…" Goku muttered, shifting his fingers under her knees as he mentally counted off the candidates he described.

"You're going to have to introduce me to all these people… or else give me a scorecard," she teased, feeling the strange crawling in her stomach at the thought of another world that could be marred by the presence of enemies following her.

Underneath the irregular patterns of rice patties and other fields whizzed into long streaks. Distantly the mountains receded; giving way to flatter foothills that gently undulated. Goku shot full speed across small towns and villages, with no effort to show. Not even a trace of sweat blistered on his forehead. If Paul had tried to cross such distances he'd be soaked from head to toe by now. Under her knees and back his arms tensed slightly, while she saw the tint of a blush on his cheeks. He kept his gaze fixed firmly ahead, flying as if this were walking through the park.

"You're not human are you? Or else…" Atomique mused, narrowing her eyes. "That great display of physical strength is either magical, or scientific in nature."

"Well I'm Saiyan, actually… I mean I grew up thinking I was human, but it's kinda a long story…" Goku explained with that ever present chuckle.

"Alien?" she suggested, raising a dark eyebrow.

"Yep, that's right. The world I came from blew up years ago… or was blown up by a being named Frieza… but don't' worry, he's dead now… Bejita and I are from the same world… but I didn't know this till I was already grown up…" he said.

"Bejita's the other… Saiyan that my friends are with?" she nodded.

"He's kinda an acquired taste. Most people can't stand him, and he's pretty angry all the time. When we can get him to relax he's not so bad… but don't be upset if he snaps at you. He's like that to everybody… I think it's because he's a Prince… and I know he's still sore that Frieza blew up his… our planet…"

"Sounds like a real winner…" said Atomique. "And he's married?"

"I know, go figure? He's married to my friend Buruma… I've know HER forever… and he's got a son named Trunks… my Goten's best buddies with him… in fact that's where he was staying when… well you know… it happened. Gohan's there now… and so's your friends… I hope…"

"If Bejita's anywhere near what you describe, he'd have his hands full with my friends…"

"Actually they're two of the few people he can stand," Goku laughed. "He doesn't wanna admit it, but deep down he's okay… and he IS my friend whether he likes it or not…"

"This I've got to see…" she chuckled, her smile perking up the cheeks in a way that erased the somber sadness from her face. Goku wanted nothing more then to see that smile more often on her features. While she was middle aged, there was youth present in the firm young cheeks. Did she know how many years that sadness put on her face, especially when her brow furrowed with deep concern?

"He's always calling me names and denying it, but I know he's just like that on the outside. Too proud to admit any of us mean anything to 'im," Goku laughed.

"Mr. Personality, huh? I'd like to introduce him to Gene…"

"Is Gene some kinda royalty? Or one of the warriors you know? Jeannie said that name… I assumed it was her father… and Black Widow…"

"She's here too?" Atomique blinked.

"Yep… I was wondering… is Jeannie your sister…"

"Actually she's a step daughter in law… my husband… was her father in law… and well, Paul and Gene were best friends, like brothers… Paul was the…"

"Star child," said Son Goku. "And Gene was a Dragon… not to be confused with Shenron…"

"Demon," Atomique corrected, as they shot out over the expanse of shimmering sea. White caps of waves rolled and foamed almost a mile below them.

"Demon? Wonder if he knows King Yemma…" Goku wondered.

"Who?" she asked.

"Just the guardian of Hell," said Son Goku. "Not a bad guy. He decides who goes to what place… and he's really strong… but don't' get on his bad side…"

"Good grief," Atomique groaned. "I'm going to go crazy…"  

Their flight lasted close to three hours. Atomique dozed with her head resting against Goku's shoulder. She blinked awake, staring around her at the shifting scenery. At her waist she reached for the silver pocket watch inscribed with the chimera. Popping it open she read the time as being one in the afternoon. Goku glanced down from flying to admire it. "Nice watch… where'd you get it?"

"When I trained as a State Alchemist… in one of the worlds I traveled through… before coming here…?" said Atomique.

"You've been to other dimensions then?" Goku asked.

"Yes," she nodded. "The place I come from is a world that's all ruined…"

"Your husband showed me…" Goku gritted. "Pretty nasty place…"

"Hell compared to this world," she said, squeezing her eyes shut. "I miss it, even though I might never see it again…"

"Sorry," Goku said. "But you could stay here a while… I mean till we gather up the dragon balls and maybe we can wish you home… if you still wanna go…"

"Where would I stay?" she asked.

"Um well, you could continue stayin' on Mt. Pauzu… with your kids… they're used t' me and my boys…" he started.

"Don't be silly!" she stammered.

"Maybe it's a dumb idea… but I can rebuild the main house… and you can stay just across… no?"

"Just because my husband's dead doesn't' mean that you have to protect me, Son Goku," she said bitterly.

"Hey now WAIT, that's not why at all!" he interrupted. "I just thought since it was a place they were familiar with… heck, I know that maybe Buruma and Bejita could have you guys stay at capsule… with your friends… but…"

"I don't want to put you out any more," she said firmly.

"Well, you wouldn't really… and I was just thinking since I already took care of your boys… well… Kuso…."

"What?" she asked as he pulled to a halt.

"Better hang on… looks like our friends are trying to chase us…" Son Goku muttered, nodding his head at several distant specks expanding into figures wearing rocket packs.

"Damn it… don't they give up?" she mumbled. "Watch it… they've got teleporting devices…"

"They're not the only ones who can do that trick," he snickered, weaving and dodging the thin lines of lasers streaking across their path. She gasped as they moved through a blur of slow time, to emerge behind the cluster that crossed their flight trail.

At the last moment, she saw Son Goku touch fingers to his forehead. Sky and ground blurred into static, only to reform into the skies above a vast ultramodern city. Towers of blue glass and white steel poked into the blue heavens to great heights. Some were domed, while others were shaped like inverted thermometer bulbs and water towers.

"West Central City," he explained, dropping altitude to circle around the valley choked with metropolis. "Capsule's just this way…"

"You're a teleporter… damn… just like Ace…" she observed, shaking her head in wonder and awe.

"It's instant transmission. Just think of a person's ki, and I'm there. Doesn't' work if there isn't a powerful mind nearby where I'm tryin' to go," he shrugged.

"Still, it's pretty astonishing… only Mona and Ace, and two others on my world can do something like that… but they do it by folding space…"

"I turn myself into energy, and beam myself there…" he said with a hint of confusion. "Not the same thing I don't think… but here we are…"  

Goku glided effortlessly just two feet above the lawn. He landed on his feet again, carrying his passenger along the pathway that wound up to the main yellow dome. It obscured the city towers behind it, so grand was its scale. Manicured landscaping spread around for several city blocks, housing various clusters of other domes.

"I know you're going to explain THIS as well," she said as Goku set her carefully down.

"Buruma's dad runs this company… forever… and it's kinda neat what they make… these little capsules that contain anything, and all you do is throw them down, and poof…"

"And I thought my world was weird," she chuckled, walking alongside Goku's long legged stride down the meandering path.

Before them the front doors slid open, and several people burst out, rushing towards her. She saw two familiar figures squealing with outstretched arms. Before long she was swept up and crushed to an armored chest by arms as strong as Goku's or the Demon's.

"God, where were you?" cried Dragon Womyn, swinging her around.

"Jeannie… Christine… how on EARTH?"

"What a coincidence… you're ALIVE!" her other friend exclaimed. They both squeezed her in tight hugs.

"I can't… breathe…" she gasped.

"Sorry…" Black Widow laughed, setting her down. Her friends squeezed her hands, and she stood back to see them swathed in strange armor and red spandex AE suits.

"We just got out from training," Dragon Womyn explained. "Sensed your chikara…"

"I brought her right over," Son Goku laughed. "How are you two ladies doin'? Is Bejita training you hard?"

"What do you think, you clown? Unlike SOME of us, these two students of mine are learning something USEFUL," grated a harsh guttural voice. Letting go of Atomique the two girls turned around and inclined their heads to the other figure standing there in a similar armored vest. Strangely he was only a few inches taller than she was, from the top of a spiky cone of stiff hair much the same texture as Goku's must be, to the white boots covering his feet.

"Jeez Bejita nobody's questioning that… I brought their friend over…" Goku explained, lowering his graceful dark eyebrows as he wrinkled his forehead in annoyance. He combed his fingers through his dark hair, fixing Bejita in a watchful stare. Just to the left of Atomique Goku stood, waiting to see what would happen between her and her friends.

"Kakkarot, what the hell is this about monsters attacking your home…" Bejita demanded, folding arms across his armored chest and peering down his nose at Son Goku in that imperial manner suggesting he was of a higher class.

"They almost killed the woman, and my son," Goku said angrily as Bejita marched over to him, hands on his hips. "Right in cold blood."

"So your brat has said. And what kept you?" Bejita asked.

"The woman needed food and a change of clothes. I couldn't just let her freak out… she thinks it's her fault that my house got blown up, and that these creatures attacked randomly…" Goku hissed at Bejita.

"Is it?" Bejita demanded, glaring directly at the woman in question. She bit her lip, glaring back at him with an equally penetrating dark eyed stare. The light of intelligence glinted there, matching Prince Bejita's own stubbornness though he saw how she was wallowing in her own misery. Uncomfortably familiar to Bejita, he knew that she was quite satisfied to play the martyr and victim of a widowed mother of two. Nothing pleased Bejita more than shaking someone out of his or her complacency. Especially when it was a chance to rile Kakkarot.

"Wait a minute," Black Widow said. "Your Majesty… we just found out she was alive!"

"It is," said Atomique quietly. Bejita pushed out of either student's way, standing directly one foot before Atomique in disdain.

"You're even a bigger idiot then Kakkarot!" Bejita snorted at her. "You're alive, so why are you whining? How dare you claim that you had any responsibility, especially if you're incapable of defending yourself?"

"Who the HELL do you think YOU are?" she retorted, matching his death ray stare with her own. "You don't bloody KNOW what I've been through…"

Bejita seemed unimpressed as he folded arms across his chest, snapping, "Save me your pathetic whining, you female. Only a moron and buffoon like Kakkarot would take in a defenseless weakling such as yourself… who is incapable of caring for her whelps!"

"Bejita, be nice!" said Black Widow.

"You are being a WEE bit harsh, Bejita-sama?" Dragon Womyn said, folding her arms across her chest in much the same fashion as her sensei.

"I don't need YOU to defend me!" Atomique shouted at Dragon Womyn. "I'm not going to sit here and take this shit from anyone. I don't care if you ARE royalty. I've dealt with my share of male chauvinist shit heads, and you're no different, Princey…"

"Got a mouth on you, just like Kakkarot's old shrew," Bejita clicked his tongue. "Words are one thing, but can you back them up with anything useful?"  

Fists formed at her sides. Purple chikara… or ki… flashed in her eyes, wreathing her dark hair and making it crackle on end. Son Goku widened his eyes, realizing the energy closely resembled a Saiyan or Z fighter powering up. His mind drifted back to Other World, where he worked with Star Child trying to help him unlock his transformation out of 'civilian id' without the Star Talisman. Goku likened it to becoming Super Saiyan, and remarkably the same trigger worked to enable the member of KISS to become the Star Child.

"Take it easy," Son Goku mentally directed at her. She blinked; sure for a second she'd heard a voice in her head. Yet she was angry enough that she ignored whose it was. Unable to resist the temptation to wipe that smirk off his face, she hurled a hale of plastic shards towards him with a blurring of her wrist. Bejita easily deflected each one with fast movements of his hands.

"Hardly worth my effort, wench," Bejita snorted. "I can see why you need a male to take care of you, since you can't fend for yourself."

"Son of a bitch," she snarled under her breath. Son Goku moved up automatically, squeezing her shoulder.

"He's not worth it. Back off," said Son Goku quietly, lips by her ear. "Now's not the time or place. You're not trained enough to take him on…"

"Huh?" she asked, cocking her head slightly towards him.

"If you feel his ki, it's not enough to muster an attack. He's just busting your chops. If you ignore him he'll back off," Son Goku whispered. He knew from experience that one thing Bejita hated was being snubbed.

"Bejita, please knock it off!" Black Widow yelled at the Saiyan no Ouji.

"Mind your place, I’m not talking to you, woman!" he snapped back at her.

"Back off, Bejita. She's had enough from the Destroyers," Goku interrupted, his voice dropping an octave from its usual alto to a tenor range. His face darkened as he strode up and glared down at the Prince.

"Oh, want to make something of it, Kakkarot? This is an interesting change; seeing you with anger across that idiotic face of yours… did I piss you off?" Bejita smirked. "Because I insulted this weakling female you dusted off and decided to shelter like a lost injured bird in your home?"

"Hey, I don't need this male macho trip, Son Goku! I'm capable of defending myself! Especially from the likes of HIM!" she snapped, grabbing Goku's wrist and shoving herself before him.

"Are you? I doubt you could survive two minutes on your own without someone taking care of you. You're just an intellectual snob that is incapable of the most basic moves of self defense… a scholar who thinks she's a fighter. Your only weapon is your acid tongue, so shut up in the presence of your betters," Bejita sneered.

"Now wait a damn minute," Black Widow said.

"Stay out of this, Chris," Dragon Womyn insisted, pulling her friend back. "She's been asking for this. She thinks SHE'S so special because she's suffered more than the rest of us? Well she's a spoiled brat who needs a wakeup call!"

"Leave her alone Bejita, I mean it," Goku responded. "I'm not kidding here…"

"Ohh, another nerve? This is twice in one day that you've shown a backbone Kakkarot. I must say it's a considerable improvement," Bejita bated him. "Since that loud mouthed harpy dumped you…"

"You… why you… that was UNCALLED for, and you know it, Bejita!" Goku glared at him. His hands knotted into fists, veins protruding on the smooth skin stretched across the backs of his hands. For a second his eyes flickered emerald green before fading to their usual dark black once more. Bejita raised a dark brow in interest. Apparently not only Goku's brat could get angry at the mention of a woman, Bejita noted. Only once before had he seen any of the Sons almost lose it, and that was when Spopovitch had crushed Videl nearly to a pulp.

"Son Goku, stop this male chauvinist stuff! You, your royal whyness… or whoever you are… leave him out of this, this is between you and me!" Atomique said hotly. Son Goku gently pushed her behind him, shaking his head no.

"Boys, knock it off!" yelled a blue haired woman who had suddenly dashed out of the house, and dodged between the two men.

"He started it," said Bejita angrily. "He just had to step in and defend this spoiled brat."

"Sorry Buruma, but he was being rude to a guest of mine," Goku said firmly. "I brought her here… to reunite her with her friends…"

"ENOUGH!" Buruma yelled. "Bejita, get your royal ass BACK in that house before I let Goku kick it! How can you be such an insensitive prick? His wife fucking left him!"

"I know genius. So what's he gonna do about it? Whine and cry like that female he's protecting like a lost cat?" asked Bejita. "I'll be inside, ladies. Don't take too long to have your reunion."

"You're not worth my time, if all you like to do is piss people off," Atomique muttered disdainfully at him. "I suppose I do owe you for caring for my sons, and you have my gratitude. But that doesn't give you liberty to dump on me…"

"Don't give me a reason to, wench, and I'll stop. Otherwise keep your mouth shut," Bejita answered. "And for your info, your brats are playing with mine… and Kakkarot's…"

"Thanks a heap, your Majesty," Atomique said sarcastically.

"Bejita… I'm warning you…" Buruma said.

"Come on, let's get your children…" Son Goku said. "He's not worth it. He's just being his usual self… okay?"

"If I were you I'd listen to the third class," Bejita mumbled as he shook his head at the alchemist.

"Um, c'mon, right this way…" Buruma urged, dodging around Bejita, then Goku. Grasping Atomique's hand she tugged her towards the mansion. Christine fell in beside her, wrapping her arm around her friend's shoulder.

"My children… here…" she asked, squeezing Christine's hands.

"Yes… they're in the playroom. Mrs. Briefs is watching them…" said Black Widow excitedly.

"I'm so glad to meet you finally… Mrs. Starchild is it?" said Buruma excitedly. "You look a lot like them… and I'm so sorry about Bejita…"

"He's just an acquired taste, as Son Goku said," said Atomique with a flush of anger. "Takes more than him to ruin this day…"

"Come right this way," she said, motioning her to enter. "Christine, show her… I'll be along in a minute or two…"

"I'm sure you'll recognize them," Dragon Womyn said, following her two friends. "But I warn you, they've grown much since you last saw them…"

Son Goku strode in as well, following them at a distance. Mentally he questioned why Dragon Womyn, supposedly one of Atomique's friends was being so judgmental? Was she almost… jealous of his guest? In time he knew he would discover the whole story. Every day it seemed the Saiyan no Ouji's star pupil was becoming disturbingly more like the Prince he had first met. He glared angrily at Bejita, who marched off towards his gravity capsule. Grunting, Bejita shot Kakkarot a look that smacked of grudging respect, devoid of its usual condescension.

"You're finally acting like a true Saiyan, Kakkarot…" Bejita thought. Goku frowned, clearly receiving the broadcast from his Prince.

"Mind your own business, Bejita," Son Goku telepathed back. "And focus on improving your student's attitude before I have to…"

"Since when did YOU worry about what I taught those two women?" came Bejita's amused reply.

"I'm going inside…" Son Goku finally answered before terminating his mental conversation.