Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Saiyan Foster Father ❯ By the Pool ( Chapter 35 )

Tomique's New Groove

Disclaimer I don't own DBZ, Funimation does. I own Atomique, Cabernet and Jeannie. Bulma the Babe owns Christine Black Widow. I don't get paid for this!

Slight lemon alert! Don't read if you're underage!

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The afternoon sun cast its shadow on the sun worshippers. Serving bots brought out glasses of pina coladas and cold Long Island iced teas to the figures in their bathing suits. Atomique took a long swig of her pina colada, gasping at how potently the alcohol slammed into her for a moment before abating. Then the buzz was fleeting, leaving her stone cold sober.

"Damn," she grumbled. Radditzu stretched under her, wearing only the AE sleeveless suit from under his armor. His eyes were shut, as his olive skin drank in the rays of the intense sun. Only a few clouds drifted in the blue sky. Atop his body, Tomique murmured and brushed her bottom a bit overtop his abdomen. She wasn't surprised to feel her squirming had awakened a desire in her mate. However he looked as cool as ever, smirking while he pretended to sleep.

Christine and Chichi chatted with Buruma, then accepted a fresh round of drinks. Only Christine drank soda, not subscribing to alcohol. However the smell of a lit Marlboro menthol 100 bit into the air, causing them to curl their noses. Radditzu ignored it, having smelt far worse in his career.

"Hey Tomique, your hair looks a bit… wild today," Chichi commented, glancing at her.

"I meant to ask about that. What's up with it?" Christine asked, flicking ash into a small tray. Buruma lit the end of a Virginia Slims, inhaling deeply before letting the smoke pour around her head. Tomique suddenly straightened up, glimpsing her reflection in the pool nearby. It dawned on her it wasn't just a temporary thing.

"My hair? Oh good grief, I don't know," she mumbled, shaking it out. "It's probably fried from dunking in salt water half the night…"

"It's perfectly normal for Saiyan hair," Radditzu mumbled sleepily from under her, drawing his fingers through it.

"Oh terrific," Tomique groaned.

"Saiyan hair?" Buruma blinked as she stared gaspingly at Tomique. Radditzu was picking the tangles out of it as she grabbed at the mass of fluffed hair that had taken on a life of its own. In truth she had not given it much thought that morning after the transformation. All she was concerned with was getting the hell away from that beach and into her armor. Now she realized just how unruly it had become since yesterday.

"Crap," she mumbled, shaking and pulling at it. It dawned on her the texture was remarkably similar to Son Goku's, and Radditzu's. Leaning over she glanced at her reflection in the pool, blinking in sudden shock at what she saw. Radditzu took this as a cue to work more of the tangles out of the mass of it that fell around her shoulders. It cascaded about in a fluffed mass, with small spiky bits that resembled an eighties rock star with an overabundance of aqua net. Much like her hairstyle when she transformed to her Atomic Girl persona with whiteface. Stiff yet soft, the tops and sides stuck out a bit, but not in the manner of thick spikes like the male's hair. Was it a female thing, or something else?

"Am I missing something," Chichi asked, lifting her sunglasses. "Your hair looks a lot like Gohan's before we cut it… sort of half way between Goku's and… wait a minute…"

"I've been going through some… changes," she said soberly to both women. Chichi and Buruma almost fell off their deck chairs when something twitched around her waist.

"No WAY!" Buruma gasped. "How in the HELL?"

"It fucking figures," mumbled the Prince as he wandered past, plunking down into a chair next to his wife. Radditzu and Tomique fell off the chair in a panic, stumbling to their feet. Averting his gaze he crouched on one knee while Tomique tumbled off his lap and squirmed into a similar position.

"Bejita, before you say a WORD I relieved them of duty…"

"Sire I can explain."

"Don't fucking bother. Goddamn alchemy. Figures that your wench would sprout a goddamn tail…"

"This is nuts!" Buruma gasped.

"I can't believe it…"

"It's a fucking tail, no big deal," Bejita grumbled under his breath. "Get up you two clowns… little wonder those Z losers bitched about seeing FOUR great apes… I already FIGURED out what happened…"

"You're not mad?"

"Humph, surprised, but what the fuck should I be mad, honestly what do you think, woman?" he snorted indignantly. "You should feel honored."

"Bejita please tell me you're not going to ask her to…" Buruma shivered. "Not that it wouldn't be fun under SOME circumstances…"

"Feh, what's gone is gone," he mumbled, grabbing the glass of lemonade from her hand and sipping it.

"HEY!" Buruma yelped, slapping his wrist.

"Didn't I tell you two idiots to get the hell up?" Bejita barked at Radditzu and Tomique. "Go amuse yourselves elsewhere… and show her how to control that thing, will you, Radditzu?"

"Yes your majesty…" he nodded.

"You two are on house duty. Nappa and Cabernet are departing for zero G training exercises, so that means you both are responsible for security for the next week. Tomorrow I'll be sparring with Kakkarot and my son, so make certain you and Black Widow look after the house…"

"Sire?" asked Tomique.

"You're responsible for making sure the labs continue to run…"

"I was going to go shopping with Videl and Chichi tomorrow," said Buruma quietly.

"Shopping?" Bejita hiked a brow. "I don't want to even KNOW what crap you're purchasing NOW!"

"We're going to look at gowns for Videl," Chichi said with glee. "So don't spoil it!"

"Gowns?" snorted Bejita. "Don't tell me… Kakkarot's brat is getting married?"

"Sire, he chose his mate at the same time that Tomique and I…" Radditzu blurted out.

"I don't want to know the DETAILS, baka," Bejita waved his hand. "Very well, Buruma. Take Dragon Womyn with you for security…"

"Bejita, I relieved these two of duty! This is not a briefing room, it's a pool!" Buruma groaned.

"Well I'm reassigning them to take their leave elsewhere," said Bejita with a grunt. "They are third class…"

"Bejita!" Buruma cried.

"It's not for us to question his Majesty," Radditzu said quickly.

"Radditzu, take your mate and amuse yourself elsewhere. Just be certain you report for duty tomorrow promptly at the usual time… dismissed…" said Bejita. Quickly Radditzu grabbed his armor in one hand, and his mate in the other. She protested loudly as Radditzu swung her over his shoulder, and quickly blasted off from the pool area.

"Bejita! That was mean! They're guests…"

"They are third class, onna, and don’t you forget it," Bejita said matter of fact. "I'm not cruel, Woman. But they must earn their place."

"You say Goku's third class and you're letting ME stay here," Chichi sniffed.

"Kakkarot's different. He's a worthy adversary, and you are his mate. Also, you are a peer and friend of the Princess," Bejita said quickly to Chichi. "But Radditzu is one of my soldiers. Tomique chose to mate with him, and she is now Saiyan. Furthermore she swore an oath to serve me in her present rank."

"All right, but my Goku's watching you, and if he realizes she's being mistreated…" Chichi said.

"She is hardly being mistreated, Mate of Kakkarot," said Bejita quickly. "In fact I treat all who serve me quite well… that's not the same for many of your other earth rulers…"

"He's right," Christine said. Chichi sighed and held up her magazine. Pointedly she ignored Bejita. Smirking he lay back and grasped the glass of ice cold lemonade that a serving bot set at his wrist.

"Princess?" Buruma asked, glancing at him.

"That's what you are, are you not? You're the mate of the Prince of all Saiyans, so why should you bitch?" Bejita yawned.

"You're something else," she said, leaning over to nip him on the ear.

"I know," he grinned, returning the bite.

***

"Pain in the ass," Tomique mumbled, as Radditzu circled over the compound. She carried his armor on her lap as he clasped her in his arms.

"My apologies love, but the Prince's word is law… he did still confirm we were on leave, though," Radditzu reminded her.

"I was looking forward to sitting by the pool," Tomique mumbled.

"I shall make it up to you, I promise," Radditzu said. "There is always the workout room that His Majesty's corporate workers use…"

"Oh, you mean these silly capsule corps ID's will have some use after all?" she asked, as he set her down in the fresh grass of the yard. Quickly she helped him into his armor again, as he had not brought a change of civilian clothes.

"Indeed," he nodded. Tomique dragged her fingers impatiently through her hair, glancing at her reflection in the nearby windows.

"I can't believe this… why didn't you TELL me my hair was… like this… I look like a member of an eighties metal band…"

"Considering the circumstances I was quite dazzled by your beauty. In Saiyan terms such hair is considered quite desirable," Radditzu explained, stroking his fingers through it.

"Your hair is longer than mine, you jerk. I'm jealous!"

"It's the fault of my mother. I inherited her style, whereas Kakkarot inherited his looks from Father…" said Radditzu with a grin. He swung his arms around her, boosting her up in his arms so her face was level with his. Automatically she plunged her fingers into his dark spiky mane and tugged his face down while he inclined his head to give her a kiss. His tail uncurled from his waist, wrapping around hers, while hers reflexively lashed out to flicker over his well-muscled thighs. Unlatching from her waist, he intertwined and captured her tail with his own, increasing the force of his kiss. Atomique realized he was not holding back his true strength, for his sharp teeth nipped at her lips, and she in turn tasted blood on his lips.

"I'm sorry I bit you," she gasped.

"Do I look like I'm displeased?" he asked, licking his lips. His lips found her neck, biting down, and she did the same, piercing his skin with ease. Reflexively her legs wrapped around his waist and Radditzu levitated into the air with his arms holding her close.

"Your smell is driving me mad, just like yesterday," she whispered, nibbling on his ear.

"Another stage of the mating bond. There is an aphrodisiac we both produce, which helps bind us to one another. It makes a Saiyan female desire only her own mate, and likewise," he purred. A similar rumble came in her throat as he reached down and gently stroked the base of her tail. Shrieking she arched her back and almost lost her grip on him.

"How can you grab my tail without hurting me?" she asked reverently.

"Very carefully… I'll show you how," he rumbled, whispering in her ear. Carefully she slid her fingers along the soft fur of his tail, till she reached the base. A slow series of movements with her fingers caused a similar reaction in her mate, and he crushed her close, rumbling like a lion.

"I heard Nappa saying something about Saiyan females being… insatiable?" she asked.

"Indeed… which explains why males are so…"

"Horny?" she asked.

"Only for their chosen mates once they've joined. Why do you think Nappa's gone kill crazy all these years?"

"He's gone without getting laid?" she asked, blushing at her language.

"You guessed correctly, love," Radditzu purred, reaching at the fastenings of her clothes. Easily he tore the shirt and items from her so she was right against his cold armor.

"Crap, again," she groaned, aching for his touch.

"Flimsy ningen clothes," he whispered, and she tugged at him. To her amazement all he had to do was reposition spandex and make a few adjustments so he could easily join his body to hers. If she were human he would have killed her.

"Cripes…" she gasped. Around her waist he wrapped his tail, leaving his hands free to squeeze and massage her body in any way he wanted. Far above capsule he had flown, carrying her with his own power. Reflexively her tail curled around his thigh, sliding up and down to tickle the inner surface where he was most vulnerable.

"Uh Radz-chan… ohhh don't stop!" she screamed.

"You learn fast, Tomique-chan… keep doing that…" he snarled, fangs bared with need. Savagely he thrust into her, while Tomique moved her hips. Sharply she bit down on his arms, his neck, and any bare skin she could reach with her teeth. Finally neither could stand it any longer. Radditzu howled in pleasure, doing the same to her. A huge burst of ki flared through him and her simultaneously.

Already he was still hard, and she widened her eyes in wonder. "You're really one tough customer," she whispered.

"Now that it's apparent how extensively you're one of us, I intend to make you fully aware of how fortunate you are,' he snickered lasciviously.

"That will have to wait, because I'm seeing that male you scared off… he's got the same idea we do…" she whispered. Hot breath panted against her skin and his as they caught one another's breaths in the sky. Cool wind whipped about them both.

A flicker beeped on the scouter secured to Radditzu's waist. Cursing in Saiyanese he grabbed it, then placed it on his face again.

"How the HELL did I fail to sense his ki?" asked Radditzu.

"I had my scouter turned off. I didn't sense him either… come to think…" she whispered. Reaching up with his free hand, Radditzu pressed a few buttons to zero in on it. It disturbed him greatly that neither of them had sensed the energies of an intruder. Apparently the scouters were still very necessary.

"Damn it. I don't want anyone seeing you like this but me," he cursed.

"You let Cabernet and Nappa see me naked…" she teased.

"They're Saiyan warriors and we were all doing the same thing. I don't want any HUMAN seeing you like this," he grumbled. Slamming up into her twice more, he wrung the caution from her lips.

 "Let me get this straight, it's okay for two Saiyans to fuck in front of other Saiyans, but not in front of humans?"

"We're monogamous when mated, but we can watch and become aroused when other Saiyan mated pairs are engaged in sex. That takes the place of your pornography," Radditzu explained. "Especially around the time of a waxing moon. Newly mating Saiyans are often seen as a sign of fertility to older breeding pairs. That's why Nappa and Cabernet were with us. IN seeing us mate, they renewed their bond…"

"But a full moon on your world was only once every eight years?"

"A double full moon," said Radditzu. "Every four, was a full moon, which was the mating cycle for third class. Most Saiyan young are conceived on the night of a full moon… but in your case…"

"Radz-chan, how long does it take for a Saiyan female to bear her young?"

"In the last stages of our world, Saiyan females only carried their young for a few months before they were removed and placed in artificial gestational tanks. It was only so the females would be available for breeding more often. And protecting them from draining ki. A typical Saiyan gestation is 55 of your earth weeks. But since you are half-human…" Radditzu mumbled.

"Swell I'll be preggers for 15 weeks longer?"

"Not so. I gather yours will be 35 since you are carrying twins. But if you would prefer to…"

"I'm carrying them full term," she said quietly.

"As my mother did with me," said Radditzu. She blinked up at him.

"How?"

"Commoners were allowed to have their children naturally. Second and First class elites had their infants removed halfway through. Royals had their whelps taken out of them almost the second month to grow in full isolation. The Prince was gestated in this manner…" said Radditzu. "It was seen as a common birth for a Saiyan female to carry the young full term. But among Third class it is a sign of strength…"

"You're almost proud of it," she said quietly.

"Each of us has our role. To be Third Class is still Saiyan, and it is an honor to serve. For they know without us, the race could not survive. We see things that most do not. We are the first to arrive on a world and claim it, study its culture. We are respected, even though we are seen as lower. Fourth class was below us…"

"Untouchables," she said.

"Like your culture in India," he murmured. "But a third class could ascend if he or she did great deeds worthy of the Royal. If their power level was significantly higher, they could deign to rise. That was why my brother was so important… I alone recognized his true potential, while my father did not…"

"You… saw him before he was sent away?"

"I cared for him, love. Made certain he received the education he needed. I had high hopes for him… whereas my father had other misgivings. I was the last one to place him in his pod before it was jettisoned into space. That was the last time I saw him… before Bejitasei was destroyed. My pod launched soon afterwards, bound for a world called Thorium."

"One of the worlds you purged?"

"Yes," he nodded slowly. "Till the Prince called for my assistance on Mantissa. That was when we last saw him… for the inhabitants were most powerful… and that was where Nappa and I lost contact of him…"

"How old are you?"

"I am the same age as the Prince," said Radditzu. "Nappa is older then both of us. In human years that is close to your chronological age. But in Saiyan years I am still in my mid-twenties. Saiyan years are equivalent to 415 of your earth days… and a Saiyan day is but twenty of your earth hours. Hence our need for less sleep…"

"Huh?"

"We sleep only every second night," he explained. "Being the hunters we are…"

"How long do Saiyans live?"

"Till we are killed in battle, I presume," said Radditzu. "Very few of us die of old age. Most of us perish fighting…"

"Are you immortal?"

"Nothing lasts forever," said Radditzu dismissively. "But in answer to your question, the outer limits of our life span are hard to measure. Since we enter hibernation when traveling in space, that also prolongs our lives. Perhaps on a world such as Earth, our life span would be further increased due to the lack of gravity… and less exertion on our hearts…"

"Maybe that's why Goku went Super Saiyan…"

"He achieved it on Namek. My nephew achieved it whilst in a room called the Hyperbolic Time chamber…"

"And you achieved it when you absorbed my power," said Tomique.

"I have not achieved it since," said Radditzu quietly.

"But you can go Super Saiyan. You're Goku's brother. If he can do it, so can you!" She said quickly. "And Gohan's your nephew… Goten also. Both were Super Saiyan at young ages!"

"My power level was considerably lower when I achieved it," said Radditzu. "And I learn that there are stages beyond SS1…"

"Ultra elite ss2, and ss3 which are higher levels. I saw Goku and Gohan both in ss2 stage, when they rescued me from the destroyers…"

"In Oorzu form our power is ten times what it was…" he said. "Presently you and I have the same battle power…"

"Really?" she asked.

"Yes. Approximately 1700. But when we reached Oorzu it was easily 17,000. Nappa outranks us easily, and Cabernet is a close second."

"You reached 10,000 in Super Saiyan mode," she said. "The upper limits are not known…"

"Speaking of, let's get you cleaned off and in uniform again," he muttered. Grasping her protectively he swooped down towards the locker room to help her change and shower. Mumbling he promised himself that he would not let his guard down again for the sake of his mate. After taking so long to find her and make her his, he was damned if he would show any moment of weakness. This world could make him soft, but he planned on doing what he could to keep it the way it was.