Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Saiyan Foster Father ❯ Monkeying around ( Chapter 26 )

 

Monkeying Around

Rated R! There be lemon here!

 

 

"Onna! Where the hell is lunch!" called Bejita as he marched into the kitchen. He saw the two women sitting there, and a rather embarrassed alchemist sitting sheepishly in her chair.

 

"Just a damn minute, Princey… I was doing some useless socializing," Buruma snapped.

 

"Atomique," Bejita grunted, with a grudging nod.

 

"Your Highness," she said, glancing at him warily. Buruma winked at her, and pushed her shoulder down into the chair.

 

"I was about to tell you that I had something brought in, and it's out in the dining room," said Buruma quickly. "So if you stop shouting, you can get cleaned up and stop making an ass of yourself in front of company…"

 

"I don't want to be any trouble… I wasn't' expecting to…"

 

"Shut up and listen to the Onna, you silly wench. You're staying to eat with us, and that's final. Don't embarrass the hell out of the Saiyan no Ouji when he's offering you free damn food! If you do I'll get exceedingly pissed… so get your ass into that dining room with that useless Kakkarot and the brats, and Radditzu NOW!" Bejita snorted at her.

 

"Whatever you say, sir," she shrugged, blinking at Buruma who rolled her eyes. "Thanks… I think…"

 

"Don't mention it, now off with you," Bejita grunted. She got up and walked past, seeing a strange look over his face. He had ceased that disdainful look, replacing it with an odd grunt of tolerance. Especially when she subconsciously put a hand over her neck where the stinging welt was.

 

Bejita and Buruma started arguing the instant she left. For a moment she stopped to turn and see if everything was all right and crept to stand just inside the door. A slow smile came over her face when she saw why the arguing had ceased. Buruma sat on the kitchen table, as Bejita shoved the plates smashing to the floor. Her legs twined around his waist, and their faces were locked in a passionate lip hold as his gloved hands gripped her hair and his other tugged at her business dress. For her part she was curling fingers in the front of his blue training outfit.

 

"Okay, I think I've seen enough to make me sufficiently aroused for one day," she half chuckled, walking quickly into the living room area where several maids were tidying up.

 

She crashed headlong into a solid wall of muscle, and felt someone wrestle her from behind. Instantly she reacted by punching and tossing whoever it was, but found herself flipping over as the room spun. Flat on her back she crashed, landing on something alive and breathing. Her assailant had dragged her around the waist and twisted her into a hold she couldn't break. A hand covered her eyes while a muscular arm pinned her hands behind her back.

 

"Guess who, little one?" rumbled a familiar voice.

 

"You are so DEAD!" she yelped, hearing his laughter in her ear.

 

"Sorry, not the right name. I suppose I must restrain you till you guess correctly," he teased.

 

"Or else WHAT?" she laughed, as his grip tightening and a furry tail snaked round her waist. He repositioned his hands, flipping her over so she was pinned on the floor under one leg stretched out straight, while he knelt on his other. Both her wrists were snared by one hand, and he began to draw his other all over her ribs to tickle her mercilessly.

 

"Ah, now what will you do?" he laughed.

 

"Hey, no fair with the damn tail!" she shrieked, laughter mingling with his as he assaulted her sides, thighs, and other places he could reach with his tail and hand. Twisting her body, she struggled to throw the Saiyan off of her, and jerked her wrists.

 

"Nice try, but I know you can do better than that," he further teased, reducing her to near tears as she panted for breath through her laughs.

 

"You wanted it, you got it, you silly baka," she laughed, her wrists flickering with blue chikara. Transmuting the air to plastic, she shot a load of Styrofoam confetti into his face, blinding him. This gave her the split second to hyper speed away. But he was standing there in front of her, laughing as he snared her arms around his waist and lifted her up so she was locked against his chest painfully tight. Both her arms were pinioned at her waist by his strong biceps, while his tail flickered back and forth around his ankles.

 

"Who's the baka now?" he teased. "And I mean it in the NICEST possible way…"

 

"You're crazy you know," she panted, feeling the smile spreading on her face as he rubbed her back lightly.

 

"Crazy because I mated a human so irresistible as you," he snickered, transferring her to one hand as he slid his other up to caress her cheek. Swallowing hard she knew what he wanted when he closed his eyes and angled his face to the side.

 

"Something wrong?" he asked, hesitating. “I missed you when you had your audience with the Royal Princess… is all well?”

 

"No… nothing you should worry about," she said quickly, squirming. "I just can't touch you when you've got my hands right there and I want to…"

 

"Sorry love, I forgot," he laughed, releasing her arms so she could move them more freely. Sliding them up and around his neck she accepted the kiss, seeing his eyes again close and his face moving towards hers inextricably. Squeezing her eyes shut she told the other part of her to shut up and just accept what was happening. A very handsome and sexy man was giving her a kiss, and she was worried about what his comrades and her friends thought. How silly could she be, she reprimanded herself. Conjuring up images of the Prince and his lady, she pushed those to the forefront to get over her reservations about possible rejection by his friends who might object to this change of events.

 

Certainly the way, in which his face moved to the other side, claiming her mouth with his soft lips showed he didn't worry about such things. Sliding her fingers over his scalp, she allowed him to part her lips and taste her in that way that made her knees turn to water. Sometimes she had often wondered when Paul made love to her, if she was up to his standards. Always she felt like her kisses were awkward and childish in comparison to his steady experienced hand. While she knew he enjoyed making love, he always showed her what to do in terms of what a man and woman did in the bedroom.

 

In contrast, being with Radditzu involved feeling and instinct instead of cultured notions of romance. Althogh he was the dominiant partner, he didn't insist on showing her what to do, instead he just did what felt natural. She did not feel the least bit insecure with him, only concern for his well being emotionally because his motives were straightforward. The only competition was who could give the other the most pleasure. Strong fingers tightened almost bruising her hips as he lowered her to the floor, and knelt with her before him. Tasting her sweet lips and tongue with his own, he gave a gentle nip to her bottom lip, and repositioned her so she straddled one bent knee.

 

"Nervous?" he whispered, releasing her from the satisfying kiss. "You shouldn't be? I don't sense anyone walking in… or are you having second thoughts?"

 

"I don't want to embarrass you or your friends…" she whispered.

 

"Surely you jest. What I do with my mate is my business alone… are you concerned about what Nappa might say, or are you concerned about the Prince being offended?" he asked.

 

"Yes…" she whispered, shivering in his arms.

 

"As for Nappa, he doesn't need to know our personal business. It's unseemly for comrades at arms to discuss private mating bonds on duty. And as for the Prince, he knows about our bond. As long as we are discrete, he'd be pleased to see that his warriors are taking pains to proliferate the Saiyan race," said Radditzu with a grin.

 

"Thank Kami for small favors," she sighed. A hot flush of fondness flashed over her body at the thought of such open admissions. Hadn't he said he would consider her twins as his sons?

 

"Is that all that troubled you?" he panted, lowering his voice as he pressed her down to the floor. “I meant what I said concerning your brats. When a saiyan mates with one who's mate has been widowed or lost, he assumes all responsibilities for the female and her existing brood. Since there was a shortage of females on Vegetasei…”

 

“That was it,” she nodded, releasing her breath she had been holding that moment. Throwing one leg over her, he supported her head with one hand, and reached down to renew his gentle sweet kiss. Panting and gasping his heart rate increased, and she cried out in sudden delight as his hands rubbed her chest through her jacket. He began to fumble with the fastenings of the blue Chinese silk jacket as he arched over her.

 

"I can help…" she whispered. Since she had come to live at Son Goku's place, she had continued to wear the robes he'd given her which had belonged to his grandmother. She did not feel comfortable asking for any other garments, because she felt she already owed them so much. Also she refused any acts of charity from anyone else, preferring to take what was offered out of gratitude from her host instead of the offers of rich garments from the Sayan no Ouji's mate.

 

"And spoil… my amusement, I think not, little one," he panted, his eyes dark with desire. Yet there was a bit of innocence present, that this was all new to him. This side was just as much part of him as the fierce warrior and purger of worlds. Still it was a game to him, something amusing and innocently fun, instead of a dominating competition to charm and seduce her. As she reached up to massage the muscles on his bare legs he groaned, digging his fingers in and tearing the shirt from her arms.

 

"Sorry… can't help it…" he mumbled, burying his face in her neck.

 

"No it's okay… don't let that stop you… if you want this… because… I…"

 

"Good," he whispered, giving her a small mischievous look of pleasure that she was finally letting herself enjoy being with him like this.

 

Under her bared back the carpet was soft. He shed his armored vest and crossed his arms to remove the weighted clothes as he pinned her between his thighs. She reached up, and he placed her hand to run over his chest as he threw the garments to the sides. Leaning down he ripped the fabric of her bra easily with a flick of his fingers, and added it to the pile. She let her inhibitions go as she grabbed at his shoulders and arms. Soft hair and hot breath tickled and fanned now bare skin as he kissed a path between her breasts. Her hand held his face to her as he teased and enjoyed what she had to offer.

 

Soon he had released her from the floor, and pulled her to straddle him as he sat in a lotus position. The soft fur from his tail flickered briefly over her arms and undressed chest, before he pulled her close to him. Only the cold metal of his wrist weights pressed into her back as he repositioned her legs around his waist and tugged at her loose pants. She whimpered with relief when silk ripped and he threw them aside as well.

 

"I'll make sure you have all the garments you require," he promised breathlessly before devouring her lips again. Gold energies surged from his bare skin through hers, and she knew he was sharing some of his energy. Somehow the nips and tugs of his strength weren't as painful, and she could squeeze and nip as well at hard flesh moving against hers.

 

Somehow he'd removed his boots and enough clothing to guide her where she ached for him the most. She yelped at his boldness, shivering in relief at his strong fingers entering her body. They only temporarily assuaged her quivering need, and he grunted in satisfaction when she reached for him. The AE spandex hid nothing. Clearly there was no complaint from her side that she enjoyed the feel of him crushing her to his muscular form. Yet she temporarily wondered if he was disappointed to see her in full daylight bared in his arms.

 

"No, you're beautiful, so don't you dare abase yourself in my presence," he growled into her neck. "I'm sorry… I can't wait, I must mate with you now and here…"

 

"If you don't do it now, we might not be able to…" she panted, panicking at the though of someone walking in on them. She would die of embarrassment for sure. In fact he was all ready for her, and she was aching for completion. Her bone structure flared as she pushed her alchemy into it to increase their density to his surprise.

 

“Tomique-chan,” he purred, then followed up with a string of words in harsh guttural Saiyanese. All she could do was gasp his name as he increased his assault to push her to the edge and beyond. Energies balanced as he opened his chakras and let his ki move between them. It was like being caught in a tsunami from which there was no escape, so she held on for dear life and sobbed as her senses overloaded. Purple chikara swirled against his white, then merged into a uniform gold ki that haloed them both.

 

Simultaneously she felt his thoughts swirling into hers, and she let down the wall she had put up to allow him to enter. He did so tenaciously at first, then allowed her the same privilege. Because of her experience with telepathy with Star Child, she knew how to forge the link without losing herself. Fortunately the Saiyan warrior Radditzu made it a more equivalent exchange, sharing what he wanted to without shoving flirtatiously at forbidden areas. Base desires of hunger and a need to please were refreshing compared to Star Child's hot sexy fantasies and thoughts of blaring music and a thousand other things meant to excite. Being with a powerful telepath grew frightening at times, because altoh she had her own empathic abilities to block she could not transmit.

 

In constrast, the Saiya-jin mating bond was a two way street. Because Radditzu was primarily a warrior, and she a scientist instead of a full blown psychic, the playing field was leveled. For a second she felt his own pleasure reflected back before he went rigid and bit on her tongue to draw blood. Sweat stuck them together, along with the other things that happened between satiated lovers. A wave of pure white-hot bliss and peace settled over her, and she mourned that such tranquility existed. For that instant the purity of the emotions drifting from him to her tore at her heartstrings they were so beautiful.

 

His heart slowed and he released his grip ever so slightly. Kissing her hungrily one last time he whispered, "You please me well, my little one. That was incredible…"

 

"You're telling ME that?" she choked with surprise.

 

"I would not say it if it weren't true," he purred into her neck.

 

"Oh hell, we did it now…" she yelped, realizing her state of undress. Her hair spilled around her shoulders, free of the bun she had twisted it up into. For a moment she wondered if he'd hurt her, but then he reached down and shifted his ki towards her to balance their energies.

 

"You should have asked me, love if you needed help," he snarled, biting on the place he'd claimed before.

 

Their moment was interrupted when they heard Bejita's voice bellowing in their minds, *

"Radditzu, stop screwing around and get your ass in here before I send your brother to get you!*

 

"Crap," she gasped, letting go of Radditzu. “I heard him in my mind… how…”

 

“Because you've joined with me, you share my ability to hear my prince's thoughts as I do. You're hearing him indirectly from what he's saying to my mind… and I've opened the path for you to hear as well. It shows that he approves of our bond," her lover said, drawing his tongue around her lips.

 

“Crud, I think you destroyed my options for modesty…”

 

“Hmm,” he murmured, gently untangling himself from her. He reached for the bag that held the things for the twins. Buruma had taken out what was needed, but she was wondering what else he was drawing out of it.

 

“Goku gave you some of his workout clothes?” she blinked, seeing the small bundle he dropped next to her. She was surprised to see a pair of Goku's casual clothes: light blue baggy pants, and a sleeveless top. Carefully he lifted it and helped her to dress, and she felt rather silly putting on a change of his clothes, but what was the alternative? Either ask Buruma for something as a loaner outfit, or try and patch her clothes together. The blasted pants were hopelessly too long, but she found them loose and comfortable once he'd helped cinch them up with one of those long sash like belts.

 

“Yes apparently he thinks that I should take to wearing them instead of working out in my armor. I accepted them to be… nice…” he grunted, making a face at the word.

 

“You don't do nice… just like the Prince, right?” she teased him.

 

“No, I don't… unless I have a proper incentive…” he purred in her ear.

 

After he dressed himself in his armor again, he leaned down to kiss her once more before they heard a snort from the other room as she retrieved her china flats and socks. Fortunately the silk Chinese jacket she'd worn wasn't too badly damaged, and Radditzu gasped in surprise to see her holding the pieces together and using alchemy to secure the torn threads.

 

"Impressive… you didn't do that before…" he blinked.

 

"Because… I want a keepsake to remember this time," she said, picking up the torn pants and undershirt, which he folded carefully and put in his bag.

 

"Most appropriate,” he nodded, relieved she wasn't angry with him for his burst of strength.

 

"Guess we'd better do as he says, or else… I mean he IS your prince, right?" she whispered, feeling his hand grip hers and give it a squeeze.

 

"You are wise to remember that, life mate," chuckled her 'assailant' as he walked her into the dining room with the others. He intertwined his massive fingers with hers, carefully wrapping his tail around his waist once more.

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