Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Saiyan Foster Father ❯ Radditzu's new Mate ( Chapter 21 )

Chapter 14

Within the astral plane that comprised Atomique’s consciousness, she slowly pushed herself up, gaping at the twin radiance in direct opposition. Yellow and purple were contrasting colors ironically. Her mental senses told her that their chikaras were equal at that moment in time. Across from her, Dragon Womyn pushed herself up off the floor of the mental chamber.

"Don't leave me!" Dragon Womyn screamed as she climbed to her feet.

"Star bearer… don't leave me alone…" called Atomique, raising her hand. She scrambled to stand on shaky feet, rushing after him.

"Atomique-san!" Both Goku and Radditzu yelled together. Their souls again merged, leaving one body fuming with rage and the urge to protect.

"You're not alone… stay strong, and watch over them…" he said. An explosion of purple fire wreathed the Star Bearer, blowing the roof off. He rose into the darkness of her mind… fading away like a dream.

As he dematerialized, both women glared at one another, surging with their respective crimson energies. The ground crumbled beneath them as the purple energies pushed them back with their force. Dragon Womyn raised her hand and hurled a fireball towards Atomique, knocking her away as she zipped after the Star Bearer.

"Get outta here!" Son Goku yelled, transferring his charge to lie on the ground next to his feet once it dematerialized.

"Stay out of this, Saiyan!" Dragon Womyn growled, surging with her powers. She raised her hands, and motioned as she brought them together.

"You shall not stop us!" Radditzu/Goku said. Cupping his hands, Son Goku/Radditzu spoke the words that generated a ball of blue energy. His alto voice harshly cut through with each syllable, "KA… ME…"

"Volcanic…"

"HA…. ME…"

"Blast!" Dragon Womyn roared, bringing both clawed hands together and hurling a beam of solid fire sizzling towards them.

"HA!" Son Goku/Radditzu completed; crackling his power into a pure beam of solid blue ki that slammed into Dragon Womyn's assault with contemptuous ease. She screamed as she was tossed out of the far walls of the alchemist's mind, into the astral plane where all telepaths go to travel from soul to soul. Son Goku caught Atomique as she spun out of control. She sobbed bitterly, curling herself as she twisted in his grasp. Into two beings they separated, one brother holding the sobbing woman while the other moved forwards to block them from their foe.

"This isn't over…" came Dragon Womyn's voice as she circled back around. The purple radiance faded, and walls rose up again of their own accord.

"It is as far as I'm concerned," Son Goku answered grimly. "You've got no reason now to fight her… so stay out… or face ME instead…"

"Paul… how could you! Damn it I loved you!" Atomique yelled.
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"Damn you, damn you for leaving me alone! And damn ME for believing you loved me!" Atomique's loud scream echoed in the Saiyan's ears as he blinked awake.

He clutched her close in his arms, steadying her shaking body against his. Blue energies dissipated in the dark night, while she sobbed as if her heart would break. A door had been forever shut, cutting her off from the presence of Star Child's mind that he'd placed there.

"No, oh no!" she screamed. "Please Paul, don’t LEAVE me!"

"Stop this noise at once woman! I command it!" he whispered, clutching her in a restraining hold from behind. Her power spiked, slamming into him. He folded her in a golden ki envelope, to try and stop her from incinerating or transmuting the bed and room to dust. Blowing a hole in the wall, he swept her out with him into the night, soaring quickly up into the air a mile above the forest to a safe height.

Wind whipped at her silk gown, leeching away the warmth from the bed far below. However she did not feel its seeping bite because blue energies competed with scarlet purple ones exploding into the atmosphere around them. Radditzu's greater ki pushed hers back into her body, as he flared into Super Saiyan 1. Not his ultimate level, but enough to counter her wildly flaring powers.

"Let me GO!" she screamed, grabbing onto his wrists.

"Not till you let it go… let it go or you'll burn yourself out!" he screamed in her ear. She felt her power raging out of control with her fury.

"I can't control it…" she screamed, her hair flaring crimson as her eyes glowed bright amethyst.

"Yes you can!" he said, squeezing her tightly to him. "I won't let you go till you stop!"

"You fool, you could die! You're crazy…" she screamed.

"Now I know you're being the silly one! My body can handle it… yours can't yet… give it up to me!" Radditzu ordered.

"All right, you asked for it!" she screamed. So saying, she released her power spike in a huge surge as he drew it in. The purple fire exploded into a bright flare that lit up the sky and countryside for miles. Gritting his teeth he grunted, soaking each bit of chikara billowing out of every inch of her body. Raw purple power transmuted to Saiyan energy when he contacted her skin to skin. What happened next dwarfed her pyrotechnically display when Radditzu lit up like a supernova of blinding white-hot gold.

"YEAHHHHHH!" he screamed. A secondary transformation surged through his muscles that bulked up and his hair that grew blistering gold. Her mouth dropped open, feeling the overwhelming power sinking out of her and into the Saiyan.

"I… oh lord…" she gasped in relief as Radditzu metabolized the raw power into something that he could level out. Her body crumpled in his arms, as she clung to him. Her fingers tightened against his chest as his body radiated like a new star.

After a time he rubbed her back, warming her with the residual ki flickering around them both. Wind and rain whipped around from the energy spike, taking the form of a sudden drenching thunderstorm. All over the mountaintop it poured sheets of pounding rain, ozone stench filling her nostrils with Goku's dissipating ki back into nature. Deeply she inhaled the night air, feeling his increased aura slowly diminishing as he dampened the energies and stored them away.

"That's it, let it go… I've got you… relax now… you’ll be fine woman, I shall protect you," he soothed her. His strong arms supported her back and knees, hugging her to his muscular bare chest. He dropped his arm holding her knees, then turned her to face him directly.

"How in hell do you control all that power without destroying…" she trailed off as she braced her hands against his chest to keep from slipping. However his hands gripped her hips securely, reassuring her he would not let her fall. Just under her feet dangled open air, and the shimmering limit of his ki surging over them both.

"Practice… and you'll lean too… its not that hard when you get the hang of it. Saiyan powers and yours are not that different after all…"

"I saw him transform to another level… I've only heard about… The Star Bearer… so far beyond human… He's only done it once…before we made love… and I sensed him do it to take on Blackwell…"

"That man you were screaming in your sleep about?" Radditzu asked. “The coward that left you?”

"How much… do you know?" she asked, blinking at him.

"Only what Son Goku told me. What… I DO Talk to my brother after all!"

"Okay… fine… but… I didn't know… you cared…" she whispered.

"Why should I not?" asked Radditzu with a mild sniff. "You are a guest in his home. And you have no male to protect you…"

"Radditzu, you are a major league jerk, but that was incredibly sweet of you," she sniffled.

"I've never… had this level of power," he mumbled. "My brother had mentioned… super Saiya-jin… but I had no idea this was what it was like…"

"Your energy is phenomenal now… far in excess of Gene and Paul's maximum limit… it's hard to conceive of anything matching it… but now… now…" she murmured, then wiped away more tears.

Radditzu kissed the crown of her dark hair, muttered, "I saw it all. I hope you're not angry at me for snooping in your dreams… but I couldn't stand by and let you suffer like that… that misbegotten hairless scum is going to be sorry for throwing you away."

"He bonded with Jeannie…" she whispered. "Just like the way Buruma described her bond with Bejita… a blood bond…"

"Even though you are all from different dimensions, there's way more similarities between her Dragon form and a full blooded Saiyan. And it's most uncomfortable," Radditzu nodded, dropping his transformation out of Super Saiyan and regaining his former aspect. Gradually he reduced their altitude so the ground blew up under them again.

He carried her down towards the house again, and set her on her feet before him. His residual chikara warmed her shivering body against the quickening breeze. Still clutching him tightly she stammered, "She remembers… she remembers it all… Radditzu... how in hell did she remember…"

Radditzu asked, "How the hell should l know, woman? Are you unharmed?"

Tears seeped through her dark lashes, tightly pressed shut. Shaking she sobbed, "He's gone. I don’t' feel him anymore in my mind. Even when I was alone there was some presence. He's shut me out…" she cursed. "Forsaken me… do I blame Jeannie…"

"None are to blame but those cowards. He is a loser and so is that bitch that swears to him," Radditzu shook his head, drawing her into his embrace.

"I'm truly alone for the first time in five years…" she whispered, as Goku rested his chin on top of her head. He released her, then trapped her forearms by twining his hands behind her back.

"You are wrong, female," he said firmly, squeezing her upper arms in his hands. "I promised to protect you… care for you… in whatever way you need…"

"Why?" she asked, not looking up at him as he pushed her hair out of her cheek. She pressed her face to his shoulder, not wanting to admit how good it felt to be held. Something about the grip on her body told her it had surpassed platonic at that moment. For she felt a desire surging through her that frightened her.

He finally answered, "Because I swore an oath to Prince Bejita to protect you. And I have no mate. I'm alone too, remember?"

"Being alone isn't an excuse to… cross a line…" she whispered. Her chin wobbled with the effort to resist what was freely being offered in pure and noble intent.

"Depends on the lines…" he trailed off. “Woman, I have no mate, and yours has died and forsaken you… wouldn’t you say that makes sense that you consider…”

"I don't know what you're asking of me,’ she shivered.

"Just to let me protect you, woman," he whispered, rubbing her back muscles and down the bones of her spine with his touch that sent shivers all over her body.

"Why Radditzu?" she asked.

"I've seen how much my brother cares for his family. He took you in, and you convinced him to give me a chance. I dunno why I should even have cared at all, but something's been making me feel things I sure as hell never felt before, and I've got a feeling you're the only one who can help me figure them out…"

"Radditzu, I hardly know you," she whispered.

"I can't get you out of my mind, woman," he whispered. "The Prince of all Saiyans has a mate and family here. So does my little brother. Even Nappa's chasing a female he's eager to mate with. Planet Vegeta's blown up. And I want a mate and offspring myself…"

"You can't just expect me to… what are you crazy?"

"I want to protect you, you silly female, that's what I'm saying. I want to mate with you!" Radditzu stamped his foot. His dark eyes stared down from a height of nearly six and a half feet. The spiked mane spilled down his back and shimmered in the faint starlight and on the curves of his armor.

"Because you see me as a chance to get a mate and get laid… or something else?"

"I want you, female. To be my mate. Nobody else has come close to being strong enough. I can protect you, and your offspring, like they were my own. My foolish brother desires you himself, but he already has a mate. Don't dishonor yourself when you can have a fresh chance…"

"You don't know what you're talking about!" she snorted, turning away from him.

“I do indeed female! Would you shut up and listen to me!” he snarled.

Radditzu squeezed her shoulder tightly. He exhaled deeply, not used to expressing weakling earth emotions. In this dimension he'd died, and become hated and feared, but in the one he came from, he was merely a soldier doing Freiza's duty. Now his comrades and Prince had settled on this small rocky world, making their own destinies. He'd seen how Kakkarot had tried wooing the female for she reminded him of the one he'd lost. Yet he overheard Bejita and the others speaking about Chichi suddenly regretting what she'd done. He himself had overheard the Prince's mate and someone speaking on the phone heatedly. Because of his special Saiyan hearing, he could hear both Buruma and the loud mouthed mate of Kakkarot speaking just as clearly as if they were in the same room.

How could he stand by and let Kakkarot take this female for himself while there was a chance in hell that his own mate Chichi would return? Kakkarot's mate was thirsting for him, hearing stories from her older son and younger son about how their father was a worthy protector. While Radditzu had no benchmark of comparison, he knew that Kakkarot had proved his Saiyan honor by taking the role of family head, by providing for his offspring. Now all he needed to do was to get back with his mate.

Unfortunately, if Atomique was in the way, there was no chance. Plus Radditzu wanted the female for himself. Here was a way to have the best of both worlds, the allegiance of Kakkarot's clan, and a mate. Simultaneously he'd stop Kakkarot from throwing away the one chance he had of reconciliation. If he took Atomique as his mate instead of Chichi, his family ties, reputation and everything would be forever marred. To destroy a Saiyan's family pride, was unforgivable, even if Chichi by all rights should be put to death for abandoning her young.

"I must have her," thought Radditzu. "I don't want her to have the disgrace of these unworthy fools. My brother already had his chance, and he blew it. This female is mine…"

"Radditzu, why are you doing all this? Is it out of pity? That I'm some female that has no mate and… you're a strong warrior and I happen to be an available single… I'm capable of caring for myself…" she asked, shoving hard against him. Resentment flared that he offered comfort out of pity. Yet it didn't seem his character to do so at all, only her own feeble excuse to stop this here and now.

"You can. My brother already has a mate. Your mate is died and has abandoned you. I have none yet. It makes perfect sense to me… and I AM his older brother," said Radditzu with a grin as he snaked his tail around her.

"Jerk," she snorted.

"Shh," he whispered, putting a finger over her lips. "Do you REALLY want to risk your reputation among these people by stealing away these children's father? Their mother clearly didn't intend for him to succeed at all, but now that he has… she'll be back. A Saiyan blood bond once made is never broken for long…"

"But they divorced…"

"You are worthy to be a Saiyan’s first choice, and not leftovers," said Radditzu as he growled deeply in his throat.

She sniffled as his tail squeezed her tightly, tugging her closed to his armored chest. His hands slid up and down her shoulders, then rubbed down with firm strokes that were clumsy but filled with desire. The musk of his body scent burned her nostrils like fire and she felt herself going wild. Why was this male provoking such a response in her? Was it because he was so much like Goku?

"I…" she trailed off.

"You're a strong, intelligent female. What Saiyan wouldn't wish you as a mate? Forget Kakkarot, when you could have me," said Radditzu deeply, angling his face towards hers. She gasped and squirmed, feeling his nose burying itself into her neck.

"I don't know, but we're so different… why did you fight him for me? Is it just because I'd be a good fuck, or do you REALLY care? Is it to spite your brother?"

"How little you think of me, or yourself?" Radditzu laughed, not in a harsh cackle but a genuine warm laugh. "I want you because you'd make a perfect mate. Perhaps to rescue a damsel in distress…"

"Not funny…"

"I'm not a pure innocent hero like Kakkarot. But perhaps you can show me what is necessary to live on this planet and perhaps find what he has. Once I thought him a weakling, but he has influence and power that rivals the Saiyan no Ouji. He has a home and mate and brats, and those that respect him and fear him…"

"They don't fear him, Radditzu," she whispered, trembling in his arms. He released her slightly, and nipped at her chin with puffs of hot air on her body. Lightly his massive fingers rubbed down and squeezed her backside, pulling her to his hard armored body.

"No?" he purred, nuzzling her neck and taking her collar in his teeth.

"You wondered how he can control all this power… it's because he doesn't see emotion and love as a weakness but as a strength. It's that purity of heart and soul that gives him the armor, and the makes him the most invincible of warriors. Bejita, your prince has found that emotion himself with his mate and son. Now he's every bit more powerful than when you last left him…"

"True. It's sappy and foolish though… but I see the truth in your words. Is it true that when a Saiyan experiences… 'love' they grow and have a chance at the legendary?" Radditzu growled, moving around to cup her breasts. She feared he'd pinch hard, but when he simply squeezed with enough pressure to feel their weight, she gasped in relief.

"I wouldn't know…" she yelped.

"That's why I need you, and you need me, female," said Radditzu, tugging at her clothes insistently. "Together we can become strong, invulnerable. No destroyer would dare hurt you while I can protect you and your children. I can give you many fine sons and daughters. I will not abandon you like that weakling did just now… and I will not beat you or abuse you. I can be a fair mate… and a faithful one… for I desire no other but you…"

"But love?"

"I know nothing of love. I only know of protecting what's mine. Surviving, and doing what it takes to be strong. To eat, sleep, fight, and mate is what a Saiyan does and is. I am not good with things like words and emotions; I just am what I am. But I'm willing to learn these ridiculous things, if that means that I can have you…" he snarled, squeezing her to his body momentarily.

"I've worn out my capacity to love," she mumbled. "Romantically I mean. I love my children and my friends, and I care for you and your family as well… but I can't… love romantically…"

"Then it is perfect," said Radditzu. "You wouldn't have to worry about 'love' with me as your mate. Or betrayal. I will always be there for you, and no other will dare hurt you…"

"Even if my children are weak ningens…"

"You foolish woman, they are strong and I can teach them even more than Kakkarot has. They are part of you, and will become mine if you accept…. My offer…"

"Do you really want me?" she demanded, pressing her hands on his chest angrily. He smiled in that enigmatic mischievous way that annoyed her and charmed her as he hugged her tightly to himself. Almost bruising her with his grasp. She pushed back, forgetting how strong she'd become against his chest. Radditzu sensed her energies were considerably higher than they had first been. Bejita's taunts echoed through his mind, as well as Buruma's innuendo.

"Only an idiot like you would fail to take advantage of an open opportunity. Do you want that saint to have her when she could be yours, third class? He may deny it, but he still loves that harpy, and one way or another he'll return to her. It's the Saiyan way…"

He wiped away her tears with his thumbs, and she closed her eyes, biting her lip. Damn why did his arms have to feel so good around her? So hard and experienced in other ways of surviving and dying, she thought. A musky scent of uncomplicated male sweat radiated off his body, as hers mingled with his. He buried his nose in her hair, inhaling her sweet smell with his Saiyan nose. Her body heat burned like fire against his, and he felt a hunger unlike food rage through him that he'd held back for a long time out of grief. Often as before he smelled the heat of her female body in contrast to his male one.

I want her for myself. How can I make her see that she's perfect? Now that there was no other male's claim on her? He told the rational part of his mind to shut up as he nuzzled her neck. She clung to him more tightly, and he took this as a cue to nose aside her hair and grasp her chin in his free hand while his other tightened on the small of her back. Her fingertips pressed hard into the muscles of his shoulder blades as she shivered with anything but cold.

“Are you ashamed to be the mate of a third class, is that it?” he asked.

“That means nothing to me. There’s only a few of you left…” she whispered.

He struggled to remember what he'd seen in the soap operas when sitting with the brats climbing over him. Growling, he turned his head to the side and angled it while he preened her soft black locks in the fingers of one hand. As his lips brushed hers he tasted of strength and a hot spicy cinnamon. With a hint of something wild and green mixed with a feral tint. She was in shock at the revelation that someone was kissing her with increasing desire and crushing her close in muscular arms like Paul had so long ago. Yet there was no charm or elegance in the simple deepening kiss. His tongue flickered past her mouth, almost yearning to taste her for the first time, and she at first didn't want to stop because what he was doing felt so good. This was his first kiss, but he was willing to learn what she wanted.

Yielding, she latched onto him, gripping him hard as she returned the kiss with as much hunger and more that wanted someone to satisfy it. His strong hands massaged down the muscles of her back, and then stopped at the small of her waist, pulling her hips against him. Since the top of her head came just under his chin, she had to lean up and turn her face to the side to continue the first fevered kiss in ages that a man had bestowed freely on her. She couldn't stop her arms from sliding up his bare chest and locking at the back of his neck, as if she almost forgot what to do.

"Don't stop… please, I want you. Accept me as your mate, I must have you, or I'm not complete," he pleaded, almost sounding like an eager child in that plaintive voice before it dropped an octave.

"Radditzu… do you mean that?" she asked.

"I must have you… I'm going mad… don't you see you're becoming part of me? Every where I go I see your face. I smell you in the house and I grow insane… you're like a drug that I must have if I'm to go on…" he panted. "One taste of your lips and I'm lost woman…"

"Is it pheromones?" she panted. "How can you want me so much?"

"A Saiyan knows when he's met his true mate. When she smells and tastes like a food or drink that he is driven to possess," Radditzu snarled, squeezing her hips and groping her backside like choice fruit. It took every bit of his control to hold back his full strength. Baring his teeth he hissed in his even growing need. For a minute it looked like he'd die if he couldn't touch her, taste her feel her.

"You don't know what you're asking of me… do you?" she sobbed, exhaling and inhaling deeply, her chest pressed to his.

"I want you, plain and simple. I give you myself, my strengths, and all my skills as a warrior. Don't refuse me, female!" he gasped. Again he captured her mouth, sharing his breath like a drowning man. Radditzu's kiss bordered on the chaste sort a man gave his wife before it became something more with her response. Mingling his breath with hers, he deepened the kiss to a hungry soul searching embrace she couldn't resist because its need echoed her own. A growl reverberated his chest as he lifted her up so she was level with his face. She pressed her forehead to his chin when he released at last, panting for breath.

"I can't stop you…" she sniffled. "Is it wrong? I want you so much… I feel like I'll die if I don't…"

"Can't you see… your body's responding to mine? Already the bond is growing between us and we can't stop it, curse it."

"You've never tasted my blood… but is this some sort of biological response to me?" she asked.

"It is the call to mate. Every Saiyan has another half that makes him stronger. A drive to pass on his blood to the next generation. I cannot deny that part of you and me cannot either… though you're a ningen, your spirit soars inside of you. It screams to me with its own mating cry… don't you hear it?"

"I can't stop myself," she sniffled, burying her head against his chest. "Kame help me…"

"I want to take care of you in all the ways that you need…" he choked, burying his head in her shoulder and nipping at her neck. "Please woman, don't refuse me!"

"I thought it was just because I was lonely, but I do want… I do feel… but how can I?" she asked breathlessly.

"You can, because I can feel your need, your desire to mate. It's the same as mine…

"He said the same thing to me… before…" she choked hard.

"I’m not like Kakkarot. I never will be. I can't give you any guarantees or fancy speeches like he did. But what I'm saying is true. ON my honor as a warrior to serve my Prince, and fight to preserve my heritage. By Great Father Oorzu himself I swear that I want you and you alone… I didn't act before now because I didn't want to steal you away from… him…" he gasped, as she kissed his cheek, and wiped away his own tear with the tip of a finger.

"Somehow I know you wouldn't, and I trust you. But do I trust myself?"

"You're the only one who can answer that for yourself, woman. But you… are the only being… I trust, because I care if you live or die…" he swallowed hard, voice rasping with a growl of sincere want. It represented his drive to preserve and save anyone in trouble, even one who was in need of love as much as she was, and he had an abundance to give because he desperately needed someone to redeem him.

"I do want this… But if we do… where… without getting… interrupted?" she gasped.

"Back in Kakkarot’s hut, where we just were…" Radditzu panted.

"Yes," she nodded, feeling him slip his finger over to feel the softness of her lips.

"Then you agree… you accept?" Radditzu whispered back, nibbling along her sensitive ear.

He boosted her up in his arms as if she were a small child. She felt him carrying her towards the small house that Son Goku had grown up in as a child, across from the capsule hut. It had been so blasted long since she'd been loved like this, and she knew it would be something that was far more than a physical satiation.

"Are you sure… are you VERY sure?" she asked softly.

"Absolutely you silly female. Do you hesitate to say yes because you fear I'll hurt you?" he whispered, shouldering open the double doors and swinging her round so he wouldn't hit her head or feet on the doorway. Into the dimness of an old place he carried her, stopping only to reach out with one hand and close the doors behind them

"Yes and no…" she whispered. "Not physically… but the other way…"

"I claim you as my mate. You don't get any more direct or clear then that…" he answered, laying her down on the bed. She reached up to him, and saw him unfastening his armor in the scant light. Pieces of it thumped to the floor and soon he was clad only in the bodysuit underneath, covering his torso. As he lay her down, he nipped her skin all over while she covered his face in soft kisses.