Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Saiyan Foster Father ❯ Jealousy ( Chapter 34 )

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Many thanks to Shadow for your support and input. More lemon will be coming soon after this chapter! Promise!

 

 

"G'bye Mommy… an' Uncle Radz…" Bohr said as he squeezed his mom. She passed him over to her mate, who was a bit flustered. Mumbling awkwardly he touched his left cheek to the forehead of the boy, which was the most intimate touch he could think appropriate for a Saiyan male to give a brat. Son Goku looked at his brother in fierce amusement because he saw the intense red seeping into Radditzu's cheeks. Only once more did he have to endure such closeness when he bade Fermi farewell. However Fermi just gave him a squeeze and slapped him on the shoulder.

 

"I know its icky mushy stuff too, but it makes Mommy an' Son-kun-san happy," he whispered.

 

"Believe me I know. Ugh," he whispered back. Both boys were returned to Son Goku's care, and they waved goodbye.

 

"Stay strong young warriors," Raditz said, waiving to them. He clasped his brother's hand and gave it a squeeze before stepping back. Hiding her face with her hand she peered up into the mid afternoon sun at the retreating figure of his brother rising into the air. Before long he was just a gleaming spark on the far horizon. Inside her throat she felt a hardening lump that she could not ignore. Only the pressure of his hand at the small of her back relieved it in any way.

 

"Stupid pain in the ass," she muttered, wiping tears away angrily.

 

"Let's go inside. We've much work to do in improving your ki focussing," he said gruffly, yet kindly. They crossed the yard together, Raditz sliding his arm possessively around her hips while they walked. In the distance she heard a car horn honking accompanied by the hiss of tires on asphalt. A bleeping on the pink lens of her scouter reminded her that she had neglected to turn the annoying device off. Yet she saw two power levels that were easily in her class before the car pulled up the circular drive.

 

"Visitors," he mumbled, walking towards them with his mate beside him. A cherry red convertible had its white top down. Behind the driving wheel sat Yamucha, wearing a cream colored suit. His long black hair fastened at the nape of his neck in a ponytail. Beside him sat a purple haired girl, placing hands to the sides of her cheeks.

 

"Ohh Yami, it's so BIG!"

 

"I know sweetie, I used to live here… I wanted to introduce you to everyone here… and you'll just LOVE the garden they have…"

 

"Raditz, calm down, he's no harm…" Atomique murmured.

 

"I know, but that female is not authorized…" he grumbled.

 

"Her battle power's nil, so what are you worried about? That she'll blast you to death with her perfume?" she asked, rolling her eyes.

 

"The Prince specifically ordered all guests were to be…" Raditz started.

 

"Well then let's introduce ourselves, but we'd better change or we'll scare them to death…"

 

"We're warriors on duty, it's not seemly to be seen out of uniform…" he protested, letting her drag him off by the hand.

 

"Well the princess said we were supposed to keep from striking terror into her house guests, so if you aren't going to change I will. But I promise I'll get out of civvies in time for training…" she winked at him. He grumbled something about earth females then realized it no longer applied to her.

 

"Fine…" he mumbled. "I'll be waiting in the training compound…"

 

***

Minutes later, Yamucha was showing his new girlfriend around the vast pool. Apparently Buruma must have known he was coming because she was out wearing a red bikini and a sarong hitched around her waist. Trunks and Goten splashed in the shallow end of the pool. A deluge of water narrowly avoided splashing Yamucha as Goten cannonballed into the water with a spectacular splash.

 

By the pool, Christine and Jeannie lay out wearing swimsuits, clearly enjoying playing guard duty in civilian attire. Yamucha motioned to his girlfriend, who wore a long strapless sundress, light purple and pink in color. It came to just above her knees, and reminded Atomique of what you'd wear under a ball gown. Strappy sandals completed the ensemble. Jeannie's olive skin bronzed easily, and she was sans whiteface, wearing dark sunglasses and a dark purple one piece French cut suit. Christine's was black, but a more modest racing suit with red stripes down the side.

 

"Wow, what a place," Yamucha's girl murmured.

 

"You aren't kidding," nodded Chichi, who readjusted her sun hat. She sat talking to Buruma, wearing her own dark one piece suit, and a towel draped over her body. Obviously she had come to spend the afternoon with Goten.

 

"Buruma, I'd like you to meet my friend Shasta, and this is Son Chichi-san…"

 

"Nice to meet you," Chichi said, lifting her sunglasses and giving her a smile. Buruma shook Shasta's hand, hiding her obvious relief that Yamucha had another diversion to keep him from pining over her. Yet a spark of old jealousy still permeated.

 

"Hey Uncle Yamucha!" Goten laughed, rushing over and mock hitting Yamucha's fist. Trunks did the same, greeting him enthusiastically.

 

"If you brought a swimsuit you're welcome to join us," Buruma said with a smile at Shasta.

 

"Oh I couldn't…"

 

"C'mon, don't be shy…" Yamucha laughed. "I've come here to catch some rays myself… and take someone up on a challenge to a water fight…"

 

"You just like an excuse to splash in the pool with the boys," Buruma said.

 

"Good thing Goku-sa's not here, or we'd have to get the life rafts out… if there's one thing he loves its showing off his swan dives," Chichi giggled.

 

"Is he watching the twins?" Yamucha asked.

 

"Yep, their mom's staying here… and he's doing what he does best… daycare," chichi grinned.

 

"Twins?" asked Shasta.

 

"Actually, here comes their mom now…" Chichi pointed. Atomique strode out, wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top that concealed the furry tail wrapped around her waist. Overtop she wore a loose over shirt to cover her arms. Bites and scars from the night before pockmarked her flesh, and she didn't want nosy people asking questions.

 

"Hey, Tomique!" Yamucha grinned, holding out his arms and giving her a hug and a friendly kiss on the cheek. "Long time no see!"

 

"Hi Yamucha," she nodded, returning his greeting kiss. Soon she sat among the other women, chatting and sipping lemonade by the pool. She hoped that Bejita wouldn't get too angry about her being out of uniform.

 

"Don't worry, I won't say a thing. I'll just tell his Highness you're on guard duty," whispered Buruma when the subject arose.

 

Jeannie excused herself, leaving Christine there next to her friend. Yamucha happened to lean close, wolf whistling at both of them sitting there. "Looking mighty good, there, Tomique," he purred.

 

"Hi Yamucha, who's your little friend?" Atomique asked.

 

"She's my number one fan. My new number one fan," he winked, and undressed them both with his eyes. "Man, but one look at you two ladies makes me almost forget…"

 

"Are you speaking to my mate, ningen?" a deep voice asked. Yamucha whirled around to see Raditz standing there with his arms crossed over his chest.

 

"Radz, calm down we were only talking!" Atomique groaned.

 

"Yeah, chill its okay," Christine urged, as Atomique sat up.

 

"Mmm mate?" Yamucha stammered, glancing up weakly at the tall Saiyan frowning at him. "Um… hello there… uh… you're Goku's brother right?"

 

"Correct. But I ask you again, what business you have with my mate, human," said Raditz quietly, striding over and sitting down on the deck chair next to Atomique. It sagged under his weight.

 

"Hate to disappoint you, but I'm spoken for," Atomique said, trying to calm Raditz down before he decided to teach the baseball player/martial artist a lesson he wouldn't forget.

 

"You and HIM?" Yamucha spluttered. "When… how… wow…"

 

"That's right," said Atomiuqe, sliding her arms around him from behind and resting her chin on his armored shoulder.

 

"Sorry… I had no idea… really sorry! I'll just go over here now!" Yamucha spluttered.

 

"Apology accepted…. Yamucha-san," Raditz said, giving him a dangerous look.

 

"Jeez Radz-chan you didn't have to scare the piss out of him!" Christine laughed.

 

"He was looking at my mate in an inappropriate manner!" Raditz growled.

 

"That's sweet of you, Radz-chan, but you can't go beating up every guy who looks at me appreciatively," Atomique said.

 

"Hmm, I suppose not, but I didn't HURT him," Raditz snorted. He tugged off his scouter and set it down next to her sunglasses, then removed the breastplate of his armor to set it down as well. Reaching down he grabbed Atomique and set her into his lap before laying down in the reinforced deck chair.

 

"You're making yourself comfy," Christine chuckled. "Are you off duty?"

 

"He is as of now," Buruma giggled, standing nearby. "I just relieved him."

 

"My gratitude your Majesty," said Raditz.

 

"At ease," Buruma grinned.

 

Atomique blushed bright red as Radditzu's tail snaked around her waist, securing her into his lap. "Um… well… thanks…"

 

"You two have earned it considering you were both interrupted last night," she winked. "I've set it up with Bejita. He's cutting you a break. But tomorrow you're both back on duty.