Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Saiyan Foster Father ❯ In His Majesty's Service Again ( Chapter 11 )

In Bejita's Royal Service Again

 

Meanwhile, Radditzu had forgotten he was carrying the female in his arms. His eyes fixed forwards on the two ki trails before him and the other behind him. Bejita shot forwards at a tremendous clip, his royal blue ki trail splitting the skies like a blue comet. Close to him rocketed the two females, clad in Royal Elite trainee armor. On the outer portion of the V flew Nappa and Radditzu, their own ki trails shimmering lightly with a faint gold like Son Goku's did. Was it a distinctively Saiyan trait, she wondered.

 

"So, where are we going?" Radditzu spoke into his scouter at Nappa.

 

"We're going to the Palace," said Nappa with a grin. "Seems our Prince has done VERY well establishing himself on this little world…"

 

"So we AREN'T going back?" Radditzu clarified.

 

"No, you baka," Bejita's voice blared on his scouter, making Radditzu wince. "We're staying HERE, and don't forget it. But you two need extensive training in fitting into the indigenous culture…"

 

"Don't you rule this place?" asked Nappa.

 

"Shut up you fool. The natives of this world are primitive but have the capacity for violence. I am taking my time studying them so I can effectively rule them. Already I've made my claim, and there are those that oppose me. But true domination is through economic power, and my Consort has control of a multinational corporation that is the most dominant on this world. That is how I rule. Don't question me again," Bejita snapped.

 

"Sorry Sire won't happen again. So we get to STAY here?" asked Nappa.

 

"Frieza will not harm any under my generous protection. I like it on this world, and you will too," said Bejita, in a voice that sounded more like a royal command.

 

"Um, not to rain on your parade… but the others… will be wondering about me…" Atomique said.

 

"Sire, what do I do about the female?" Radditzu asked, still carrying her with his arms under her back and shoulders.

 

"Bring her with us. There will be MUCH explanation to the indigenous life forms and I must handle this with the utmost delicacy. Royal diplomacy is needed. I am hated and feared on this world. You two were not exactly welcome here…" said Bejita. "Leave all the talking to me. Do nothing unless I say so, or you'll die…"

 

"What?" Radditzu shivered.

 

"Let's just say, that in this reality you two are dead, destroyed at the hands of the Earth's Special Forces," said Bejita with a laugh. "So unless you want me to hand you over to THEIR tender mercies you'll obey me and my chosen mate without QUESTION…"

 

"You found a Mate?" asked Nappa, grinning.

 

"Yes, there was one female worthy of my attention on this miserable mud ball. And I have produced the requisite heir. You will guard him Nappa with your life, and you Radditzu will be responsible as chief of security in the local perimeter. Since you are the only two Saiyans remaining, you will be promoted to Palace Guard as Elites in training. But make no mistake; you'll STILL have to go through the rituals…"

 

"What about Kakkarot?" asked Radditzu. "You promised you'd tell me…"

 

"Kakkarot is alive and well, and known to me. I'll make certain you are reunited with your brother soon. But I must warn you, he's quite powerful. And his family does NOT hold you in high regard. So you'll have to WAIT till I arrange a suitable meeting…" Bejita snapped. "Now, follow my course. The Consort awaits us…"

 

"Huh, wonder what females they got on this rock," Nappa wondered as he glanced at Radditzu. "If they're like those two…"

 

"They're weaklings," said Bejita.

 

“You are not a weakling female, but you do need to learn manners, in the presence of Saiyan betters,” Radditzu said, giving Atomique a little squeeze under her thigh.

 

“You jerk,” she mumbled.

 

"You'd break them in two. You'll have to find other ways of sating your urges. Since you don't have a mate, either of you, my Consort will endeavor to find suitable candidates, but you are NOT to molest or purge without my orders. Got it?"

 

"No purging?" asked Nappa, widening his eyes in surprise.

 

"No, fool. We have another enemy to fight here. Our race is on the brink of extinction. We must fight to preserve it at all costs on this planet. It's called Chikyuu by its inhabitants. Land here, and wait," he said, gesturing with a gloved hand.

 

“Huh, makes sense to me,” said Radditzu quickly, grumbling as Nappa gave the closest expression to pouting that a mighty Saiyan could muster.

 

“This is no fun,” Nappa mumbled.

 

“Shut up, baka and be glad you're alive!” Bejita yelled at him. Instantly he shut his mouth, snarling in Saiyaneese under his breath.

 

“Seems to me that you shouldn't push your luck. The Saiyan no Ouji is far more powerful here than when last we saw him… so if you wish to live…” Radditzu barked at his comrade over a private channel on their scouters.

 

“Tail kisser, and hair grooming whelp,” Nappa mumbled.

 

“What was that? I don't' think the Prince could hear that,” Radditzu smirked.

 

“Um, I take it you two don't exactly get along?” Atomique asked. Radditzu snorted, glancing down at the female.

 

“No. I can't stand him, even if he IS a fellow Saiyan. Do me a favor and keep quiet, Woman,” he mumbled. “You mustn't speak in the Prince's presence unless bidden… I don't wish to see your comely self splattered…”

 

“What was that? If I didn't know better you gave me a compliment,” she asked, raising a dark brow from behind her glasses.

 

“It was nothing, ignore it, female,” Radditzu blurted out, turning his face to the side. A small reddish tint spread over his olive complexion, to her amusement.

 

“I didn't think Saiyans blushed,” she teased him, unable to resist the urge to poke fun at the bloodthirsty warrior.

 

“It's NOTHING, now do keep QUIET! Or do you want me to regret following the Prince's orders? Do ALL earth women talk so much?” he growled.

 

“Some talk more, Radditzu,” came Bejita's voice over the scouter.

 

“Sire, I apologize I didn't' realize I left the link open!” Radditzu spluttered.

 

“Don't worry, you clown. And as for you, female, do keep quiet… you're among my soldiers, and I advise you to follow your protector's lead…”

 

“But I don't NEED protecting!” she spluttered.

 

“Shh, be QUIET!” Radditzu hissed. “My apologies Sire!”

 

“Shut up and follow, we're almost there,” Bejita answered. Radditzu clicked off the link, wrapping his tail momentarily around the female's body to do so with a free hand.

 

“Pain in the ass,” he grumbled, then switched to Saiyanese presumably, judging from the choice grunts and snarls that resembled the Prince's choice curses. Atomique had often spent time with Buruma in her laboratories sharing scientific collaborations. She heard the few curse words echoing in the halls from the GR routinely when Bejita happened to push things too hard. Buruma provided her with a loose translation of what they meant.

 

Radditzu and Nappa landed, bending over in a salute as two figures rushed out to greet them. A blue haired woman in a long dress blinked at Bejita with a concerned glance, flanked by several Capsule security personnel. In her blue gown that matched her hair and fine jewelry, she shuddered at the appearance of two Saiyans that had been bitter enemies. Now they seemed as docile as kittens with her Prince glaring at them threateningly.

 

"Woman, we're back. Have you made the necessary accommodations?" asked Bejita quickly.

 

"Just a minute… are you SERIOUS they're not going to…" Buruma asked, resting her hands on her hips.

 

"Don't question me in front of these dopes. They serve me. And you know the price of disobedience, don't you, third class?" he barked at Radditzu and Nappa. Both dropped on one knee, extending their right hands forward like roman soldiers, averting their gaze. Still carrying Atomique, Radditzu sat her on his inclined knee while holding her around the waist with one hand.

 

“Show your respect, female, avert your gaze!” he hissed at her. Rolling her eyes she did so, knowing he would be shocked that the Prince already knew her.

 

“Whatever,” she mumbled. Bejita and Buruma cast each other amused glances.

 

“Whom do you serve?” Bejita asked, arms folded across his chest. “Well, I'm waiting…”

 

Together Nappa and Radditzu chorused, "Sire, we humbly renew our pledge to serve the Royal Hose… and your Chosen consort as well…"

 

"Oh great… I'm a consort?" Buruma hissed through her teeth.

 

"I'll explain later," he grumbled. "Radditzu, put the female down, and both of you follow me…"

 

"Sire?" he asked, slowly rising and keeping a grip on her.

 

Atomique squirmed in his iron grip, saying, "Um, your um… Majesty, Son Goku's going to be worried SICK about me… and by the time they…"

 

“I didn't give you leave to speak, ningen,” Bejita smirked at her.

 

“Oh for Pete's sake,” Buruma growled. “This is ridiculous.”

 

"Of all the confounded…" she blurted out. “Buruma, will you please tell him I already KNOW you?”

 

"Be silent in his presence, ningen," Radditzu hissed in her ear, and clapped a huge hand over her mouth to muffle her. Indignantly she squirmed, purple ki flickering in her fingers as she kicked against him. Nappa guffawed, and both elite females glared at him.

 

“She seems a handful, do you need help?” Nappa leered.

 

“Mind your own damn business!” Radditzu shouted back. “Knock it off… hey!!!”

 

A burst of purple energy exploded in Radditzu's face. Cursing he dropped her on the lawn, sucking on his hands. “Owww! Serves you right, you big baboon!” Atomique glared up at him.

 

“That HURT!” he snarled. “Nobody's EVER done that… not a female!”

 

“Radditzu, enough,” Bejita said. “You're not to kill her… I'm too amused by this whole thing…”

 

“You are this close to sleeping on the royal sofa, your Whyness,” Buruma snarled at Bejita.

 

"I'll be happy to take care of this," Buruma snapped. "Come here… you… Radditzu, right? I order you to give her into my care!"

 

"Yes your highness," he said, bowing to Buruma. She blinked, swallowing hard as the massive Saiyan backed away without question.

 

"Well, I think I could get USED to this," she said, giving Bejita a smirk. He snorted and rolled his eyes.

 

“It's about time. Thanks,” Atomique whispered.

 

"Are you all right?" Buruma asked, as Christine and Jeannie walked over.

 

Radditzu cast Atomique a glare that made her shiver. Especially when she realized it wasn't filled with anger because a small smile twitched the corner of his lips. Dark eyes fixed her in a stare that told her she wasn't in any immediate danger.

 

“I shall see you later I trust, female. And we shall have a reckoning,” Radditzu growled softly, fixing her in his gaze.

 

“Behave!” Buruma snapped at him.

 

“My apologies, but I simply request what satisfaction is due me…” Radditzu said. Bejita stifled his laugh, and realized the nervous Atomique had quite enough from the glares that Buruma was giving him. He really hated a stiff neck. Perhaps Radditzu could have the best of both worlds. Why should Kakkarot train the female to defend herself when it was against Saiyan tradition for a mated male to do so with a female? Kakkarot's mate was gone, but they were still bound by children. Radditzu would be a better choice, since Atomique was Buruma's friend.

 

“Enough of this garbage! Both you clowns, fall in behind me. We've much to discuss. I shall see you later, Buruma," he said, waving her away dismissively. She grumbled under her breath and watched the males march off.

 

"Black Widow! Dragon Womyn, fall in!" Bejita barked. They saluted and cast an apology, rushing off to follow the Saiyans into the recreation wing. No doubt Bejita was leading them to his Hyper Gravity chamber, from the direction they headed in.

 

"What the hell is going on here?" Atomique whispered as Buruma took her hand and led her into the main part of capsule.

 

"I think somehow the Nappa and Radditzu from a parallel universe got over her and got stuck. I couldn't believe it when Bejita told me he sensed their ki. Lucky for West City he flew out and met Nappa before he decimated Capsule!"

 

"OH great… the Z fighters are NOT going to be warm to this," Atomique mumbled, walking alongside Buruma into the main room of Capsule.

 

"Why don't you go to one of the guest rooms and freshen up. I've called Son-kun so he knows you're all right. He's got your kids. But I just know Piccolo and the others are coming here soon… I hope I can talk them out of it!"

 

"They did us a favor," said Atomique, walking up the stairs after Buruma. She walked through the door that her friend indicated, seeing the generous sized guest suite.

 

"I've got some fresh clothes for you. Don't argue, I know you don't like charity, but this is a Royal gift. If you don't accept it, I'll have Videl kick your butt," Buruma teased.

 

"Very well, thanks," said Atomique.

 

"Why don't you come down to the lab and we can see how you can work it off," Buruma blinked. Atomique nodded gratefully, and sighed deeply.

 

"That Radditzu…"

 

"He's Goku's brother," said Buruma. "And I'm sure you heard all about…"

 

"Yes… but he didn't kill me… I told him I could help him find his 'Kakkarot'…"

 

"Wise tactic. Bejita will handle their reunion. But I can tell you Gohan's going to hate it…" said Buruma with a shiver. "Throw your dirty clothes into the laundry and I'll have them cleaned and repaired. Dinner's going to be ready at about five… and Son-kun will be over soon as Bejita gets these two monkey men adjusted to Chikyuu…"

 

"Won't that take a while?" asked Atomique.

 

"Yes, but he can do it. At least stop them from following Frieza's orders and be loyal to him. Then we're going to have to break the news to the Z fighters," said Buruma.

 

"Good luck. If you need any help…" she said.

 

"Thanks," Buruma nodded, walking out the door and seeing her friend close it carefully behind her. A blush came over Atomique's cheeks when she thought of the monkey man who'd carried her here.

 

"Stupid baboon," she mumbled, and wandered to the bathroom to change for a shower.

 

In the dining hall attached to the main area, a huge table had been set with hundreds of portions of food. Nappa and Radditzu plunked down, and rapidly tore into the huge sides of beef and pork arranged there. Bejita snorted and sat at the head, watching them as they threw bones over their shoulders and stuffed their faces. Christine and Jeannie shook their heads, demurely eating their fried chicken with greasy fingers.

 

"So, when do I see Kakkarot, begging your pardon, Sire?" asked Radditzu, biting into a bit of jivaragh fruit, indigenous to his home world. He threw the core into the center.

 

"Soon, fool. You're so damn impatient you're pissing me off!" Bejita barked at him. He grumbled, realizing he'd have to teach these two some table manners despite the fact that they were only eating as traditional Saiyan commoners were.

 

"Servant, more wine," Bejita barked. Several of the caterers rushed in, pouring huge glasses of wine for the two new arrivals. They dwarfed any human being who dared approach, not questioning the Prince thankfully.

 

"Yes sir!" squeaked the caterer.

 

"Hey, are you mated?" Nappa drooled at one of the waitresses.

 

"Um… well…" she blushed, realizing he looked just like one of the wrestlers she loved.

 

"Nappa, stop thinking through your hormones!" Radditzu barked at him. "It's not seemly to carry on so! We're not in Freiza's service, we're in the Prince's home! Start thinking like a Saiyan!"

 

"You'd be wise to follow Radditzu's lead, Nappa. Any pillaging and you'll end up skewered by a Gallic ho," Bejita snarled, pointing two fingers at him. They crackled and Nappa swallowed hard, glancing anxiously at the two females giggling, while Radditzu grumbled.

 

"Great Oorzu you're in for it now!" Radditzu hissed.

 

"Shut up, third class," Nappa snorted.

 

"Drek eater," Radditzu mumbled, burying his comment in a huge rack of beef ribs. Hardly any of the food was cooked, because Saiyans ingested raw meat for their strength, or so Bejita had told his two students there.

 

"Stop undressing me with your eyes, dork," Jeannie growled at Nappa.

 

"You're not Saiyan, but you're very powerful…" he nodded.

 

"I'm a Dragon you idiot," she mumbled. "And I'm Elite… right Your Majesty?"

 

"No fraternization with the upper ranks, stupid," Bejita groaned, slapping his forehead. "Great Galaxy how did I ever put up with you two clowns all those years…"

 

"I wonder that too," said Christine with a giggle.

 

"You?" Nappa asked, blinking hopefully at her. He wiped blood off his moustache with the back of his hand.

 

"I've got a mate, you dope, so don't even THINK of it!" she glared at him. With one finger she tugged aside her dark red AE suit collar. Nappa saw a telltale mark on her neck.

 

"Pity," he sighed.

 

“Guess you're out of luck,” Jeannie snickered, tearing off a piece of bread and devouring it.

 

Philosophically Nappa folded his knees and grabbed his large goblet of wine. He drained it in one gulp and swirled the dregs with his wrist, "Ah well, I'm sure this world has plenty of eligible females… right Radditzu… although they are puny they at least LOOK remotely Saiyan… except for the lack of tails…"

 

"True. It's somewhat… reassuring but sickening," Radditzu mumbled, spitting out his mouthful of food that had gone cold. "Some of them are hideous with those hair colors…"

 

"That female you were holding looked Saiyan… and she had the right power signature…" said Nappa.

 

"Hmmm," Radditzu mumbled, hiding the flush on his cheeks.

 

"Radditzu's got a girl friend," Jeannie teased.

 

"Shut up," Radditzu mumbled, throwing a bone towards her.

 

"Knock it off now!" Bejita barked. Both Saiyans averted their gaze, mumbling apologies in their native tongue.

 

"That's better. Now I'll be waiting for you after you finish. Don't leave this room, or else…"

 

"Yes sire!" they chorused, under the watchful eye of Jeannie and Christine.