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Saiyan Foster Father

Napa and Cabernet's news

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By Trynia Merin aka StarbearerTM or Polymer

She literally felt the need to retch or kill something. As for her mate, he thought it would be prudent to get the hell out of the compound as soon as possible. So he took her hand and almost dragged her along with him out the front doors of Capsule and onto the lawn.

"Let's get the hell away from here, before I blow something up," Raditz mumbled. He grasped her hand, leaping up into the air without a second glance at her. Yet she almost didn't care, letting him drag her behind him.

They matched one another' velocity as they sped out into the forested areas surrounding West City. Finally they touched down someplace in the middle of a huge old growth forest. Raditz glanced around, and then raised his hand to create a sizeable sphere in his palm.

"Saturday CRUNCH," he snarled, lobbing it into the nearest tree.

"Holy shit, no wonder you wanted to leave," she mumbled.

"You owe them no explanation, Tomakt-chan," Raditz's voice echoed in her brain.

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"That stupid piece of shit Demon! That's who!" he snapped at her, his black hair flaring around his shoulders. "Who do you THINK I mean?"

"Oh," she said. "I guess Goku's not the only one who can be slow on the uptake. At least he has an excuse…"

"I'm not talking about Kakkarot, I'm talking about you," he snorted. "When are you going to accept the fact of what you are and just get ON with it?"

"Good question!" she snapped back, letting anger flood her so she wouldn't burst into tears. "I don't know what the fuck people WANT of me! I can't just leave it behind because it comes back to explode in my face!"

"Tomakt-chan, you have a chance that most of us would KILL for," he snorted. "Are you ashamed of what you are?"

"Hell NO!" she snapped. "That's NOT the issue."

"Isn't it?" he asked.

"Okay fine! But I don't know what you expect of me! I'm still half human!"

"Maybe so, but that half is buried under what you've become," he reminded her.

"It doesn't seem to change the others, and they've got some more idea of Saiyan culture then I do!"

"They're not mated to one who has grown up in that culture. They weren't trained in the arts of warfare or in the cultural norms like you. Excuse me but you ARE far more Saiyan then my brother Kakkarot ever will be."

"And that's a good thing? I just don't know what the hell to think anymore?" she snarled. "GAAAAHHH!"

Electricity swept over her arm, causing her to throw the off-cast energy forward. "Goddamn Atomic BLAST!" she yelled, vaporizing a tree that he had merely hit. Vegeta's teaching her of this technique was one of the last things that capped her training in the Hyperbolic Time chamber.

"Does that answer your question?" he said, glaring at her in frustration.

"I guess it does. But Gene's something other than human too," she said.

"Then he should shut the hell up," said Raditz. "What the fuck does it matter anyhow? You're MY mate, not his or Paul's! That was the second you accepted fully what I offered."

"So now what?" she asked. "Do I get some special dispensation because of what I've become? Does being Saiyan excuse…"

"You are what you are. Remember what I said about living in the past?" he snorted. Taking her shoulders he turned her to face him. She shook with rage.

"What a mess," she mumbled. "Gene hates me, and part of me cares and the rest doesn't' give a damn."

"So what? Why should you give a drek when he clearly…"

"Oh the hell with it," she grumbled. "Why should I care? It's not like he knows what I've gone through."

"Exactly, now you get it," Raditz nodded. "Why the hell should you care? It's not like you have any loyalty to him anyhow!"

"I can't believe he'd attack me," she murmured.

"He won't hurt you. Not if I have anything to say about it. But he was embarrassed because his pride was damaged," said Raditz imploringly.

"How do you know?" she asked, fighting the impulse to push away from him.

"Experience. As in dealing with my own parents and their expectations," he snorted. "And my little brother."

"You hardly knew him in this dimension," she whispered.

"I thought he was dead, or not fit to survive," he mumbled sheepishly. "And my father had issues with my choice of employer."

"You mean he didn't go into the Saiyan business?"

"He purged planets, but he hated that I worked for Frieze," said Raditz. "The instant he found out that I had signed up for a new expeditionary force under Napa and the Prince he all but disowned me."

"What?"

"He hated Frieze. I think he knew what was going down long before any of us. But none of us would listen. And because we didn't, our planet was blown sky high for our stupidity," Raditz snorted.

"Vegeta just told you?" she asked. "I mean the prince?"

"Yes," Raditz nodded. "The first day we were here. That's why we have no qualms about staying here. If I had known… Great Oorzu damn him."

"Your father and you had issues, and you're saying its equivalent to Gene and Jeannie?"

"Yes," said Raditz. "Well perhaps not QUITE. My mother's older brother had issues with her. Her parents didn't approve of her choice in mate. Apparently being the mate of a third class scientist wasn't good enough. They had hoped she would mate up and accept the bonding proposal of a higher ranking scientist."

"Great," she snorted. "I wonder what your father would say if he saw me?"

"I don't know. But he'd be annoyed that I didn't have a mate sooner," he mumbled. "He said I needed to find a female and settle down and have some brats. Instead of chasing around the galaxy for Frieze. I suppose he was mollified when I said that I was searching for Kakkarot."

"Your father died in that explosion?"

"I didn't know. Only the Prince and Royal family had the capacity to sense over great distances. The strange thing is that although families share mental links, it's not as intense as that of mate and family. My mother was killed, so she could have been the one to know."

"Maybe he could be alive still?" she wondered. "I mean your prince was in this dimension?"

"I had hoped to ask," said Raditz. "The Prince perhaps has the ability to sense across space and time. Since he's gotten the powers of the Legendary perhaps he could…"

"Would he have approved of me then?" she asked.

"I think he would enjoy the fact you're a scientist," he snickered. "And that you're Saiyan."

"Only half?"

"To have a drop of Saiyan blood makes one Saiyan," he said. "There were many half bloods that were considered full warriors due to our shortage of females. The Prince's son is genetically half, but he is a full Saiyan by law. If the father is Saiyan, the offspring are considered Saiyan."

"Male dominated. So that's why you had no qualms about making ME your mate?"

"None at all," he said. "You had the requisite ki. And the balls to stand up to me in combat. This was just an unforeseen bonus. Kakkarot sired two fine sons by his earth woman mate. Although her power level was ALSO quite high."

"Chichi was the Ox Princess. Her father was a demon. So she's not the typical female," said Atomique. "Say, you still have that photo album?"

"Here," he said, reaching down into his boot and pulling out a small flat object that he adhered to her scouter. "Fine time to ask."

"I just need to see them, just to know where our children's family came from," she said quietly. He sat next to her, explaining the images flickering over her scouter lens.

"You have seen the images of my family group before," he said.

"You have your mother's hair," she joked. "And I can see where Goku got HIS good looks. If you took away the scars…"

"It isn't always so clear cut. Sometimes offspring are a more homogenous blend. However, you can see my uncle there."

"The palace guard," she said.

"The Saiyan children take the name of the mother's caste, even if their father is the main line of blood," he said. "Since there are few females, it was an adaptation after the plague that wiped out most pregnant females."

"Ten to one?"

"Sometimes. Many Saiyan males took non-Saiyan mates and crossbreeding happened. But usually they had to be approved by the Royal Family. It wasn't unknown for the King to have concubines of other worlds. But the First Consort was always Saiyan. And all available females of strongest rating were his first choice. Any that were rejected were offered to his Elite for combination. That's why many elite didn't mate for life. But Third class did."

"Second and first were more likely to have non Saiyan mates?" she asked.

"Most females wanted mating bonds. Most of the Saiyan females born in the last few generations were Third Class, ironically. If they didn't have the requisite power level, how could they carry the offspring? Hence the gestational tanks."

"Bulma's human and she carried Trunks."

"With infusion of energy from the Prince. My brother's mate had the requisite power rating to bear both my nephews."

"Six more months," she shivered.

"If you should wish to surrender to the gestational tank, it is not a sign of weakness," he said. "Napa and Cabernet have already constructed one."

"Them too? I thought Cabernet was joking…"

"They are expecting. They conceived the night of the full moon. You were already carrying, and that prompted her cycle."

"Damn," she whispered. "So much I don't know about your family. Your father, was he objecting to the purging?"

"At one point he did," said Raditz quietly, taking the image disc back that she handed to him. "Humph, and to think I thought he was an embarrassment. When it proves how damn stubborn we all are."

"Was he proud of you?"

"I suppose," he snorted. "He wasn't an easy male to please. He thought I should have been a scientist like him. He was an astrobiologist and a consummate engineer. Made many inventions. Especially the artificial moon we use for transformation."

"You're no pushover yourself. You almost make me think you loathed becoming one because of your old man."

"You are correct," he snorted with a smirk. "Father always did provoke me to wish to do things in spite of him. Because I was the oldest. He was disappointed that Kakkarot had such an abysmal level. But he didn't spend enough time to know any better. I did however."

"Wonder if it was the case in this universe," she said.

"Father always had strange dreams after coming back from Carnivore," Raditz chuffed. "We thought he was insane. But he had developed a precognitive ability very rare among Saiyans. Sometimes his dreams would be trances lasting for days, where he could actually feel and touch where he'd been."

"Damn," she whispered.

"I sensed a great burst of vision when the planet exploded," he said wistfully. "Father and I hardly shared mental images after my career choice. But in that last few moments he hurled a whole host of images towards me. That's how I suspected Kakkarot was alive. Because my father had seen him alive and strong in the future, and hardly believed it. I thought it was just delusional ranting. But when I saw Kakkarot change…"

"Thankfully he's working with you on your change, in addition to the prince," she said.

"He was amazed a third class could reach it," Raditz chuckled. "He figured ONE son of Bardock was enough, but it gives him pride that I have the same potential. Who knows, I might equal my brother's power one day… it's not beyond imagining…"

"Gohan's more powerful than you. And he surpassed Goku at one time, according to their stories."

"Goten is also powerful," he murmured. "I've seen them transform with no effort. I suppose the half breeding accounts for the recessive traits being brought forwards. But according to the Prince only full blooded Saiyans can achieve higher transformations?"

"Can females?"

"Theoretically yes," Raditz said. "But there have been none that have reached that level."

"Me perhaps? OR Cabernet?"

"He has attempted to push her. But she hasn't changed. Nor has Nappa."

"That's strange," she whispered.

"I don't understand it myself. Perhaps it was my outrage that triggered it. Pure rage and desire. Purity of spirit. Kakkarot's idiocy and innocence and the Prince's desire to be the best were what triggered theirs, but you were the reason that I changed," he said, cupping her face. "The desire to protect what was mine."

"Goku was right. Protecting others increases super Saiyan power. Because he cares so much, he's the most powerful," she nodded.

"Indeed," Raditz said, tracing a hand over her belly.

"It's just that I was in this place before, and to be reminded of it… I know you're not HIM, and I'm thankful, and yet… oh what does it matter anymore? It's not like HE has any room to talk!" she snorted. "But I wish I could go back and fix what went wrong. It's still my world…"

"I know," Raditz nodded. "Your home world isn't something you can give up. It stays with you for the rest of your life no matter where you go. But you have the pride of what you are now. You're not the only one who's had to make a choice of going on in the past or looking toward the future."

"How foolish of me to forget you and Napa. And the Prince," she said.

"Kakkarot is fortunate to have a home world. I can't just forget what I am, and he doesn't expect me to. But if I can go ahead, you must as well. What other choice do you have? To remain bound by the weaknesses of your past, or forge ahead in strength. Now enough already!"

"Huh," she said with a slow laugh, reaching down and pulling something out of her boot. She flipped through the wallet that held the Capsule Corps ID and several hundred Zenni in small bills. Faded pictures were dog eared, brought from her own universe that was of her long dead family. They wouldn't recognize her now. Even the worn photo of Paul was there, but she had removed it and put it aside for the boys. In its place she had inserted a small picture that Trunks had snapped as a joke of her with Raditz in the lab. She'd slipped it into the wallet that she now carried in one armored boot just like he did because there weren't convenient pouches in the armor. Another picture was snapped impromptu with Fermi and Bohr climbing all over Raditz while she stood beside him laughing.

She thrust it back into her boot then moved up to slide her arms behind him. He gave a questioning grunt, and then brightened when she leaned up to kiss him. It dawned on her that she was a few inches taller, but he lifted her up nevertheless so their faces were level.

"Have you thought of names?" she asked quietly. "Or will you be all right with the ones that I've had running through my mind?"

"You know that third class females chose the names of their whelps. Even though I've been promoted I give you that honor," he said.

"I was thinking of Curie for a girl, and Planck or Schrödinger for a son," she said.

"There are two life signs. Female and male. Both are fine names with equivalent Saiyan meanings."

"Are you disappointed there were no Saiyago names, because since they are of Earth as well, we could give them Saiyan middle names much like the Prince did with his child?"

"Last names? Eh, what a strange thing," he mumbled. "But what would it be?"

"I was thinking it would be appropriate if you took Goku's surname, because you ARE brothers, and he was adopted, and you have reconciled. And Son Raditz has a nice ring to it."

"I shall consider it," he mumbled.

"It would mean a lot to him, if we did," she said. "I have no name that I want to carry into this lifetime more than that. For he took me in and my sons without question. I owe him that much. I'm sure if Grandfather Gohan was alive he might have accepted you if yours were the ship that crashed."

"Strange sentimentality, but if that is your desire it shall be so," Raditz shook his head.

"I took the liberty of having it put on your new Capsule Corps ID," she said, handing him a name-card badge with a clip on it. He smirked, glancing at it dubiously.

"Ridiculous," he thought, hanging the chain around his neck and thrusting it into the top of his armored vest like she did. Bulma insisted the Saiyans wear the same sort of ids that her other employees did, for they were official Capsule workers. Even if they did answer to Vegeta directly. In this reality Bulma was CEO, but Vegeta was on the board of trustees being her husband, and held a major share in the company due to his own inventions. Including military hardware he and Bulma had constructed together. It gave him his own income source that he'd wisely invested over the years. In the event she should die, the company reverted to Trunks with Vegeta as his chief executor. Trunks was the next President to be. But that was about to be challenged with the new arrival Bulma announced.

They both heard the distant whine of a spacecraft blazing its way through the atmosphere. It was one of the Capsule 6 crafts, with a GT of latest design. Two Saiyan life form energies inhabited it, telling them that their superiors had returned. "Better late then never I guess," she commented.

"I think we should tell them what's going on before the Prince has to. I am sure after what inconveniences we've caused it's the least we can do," Raditz sighed.

"You just want to brag to Nappa that you're been promoted," she laughed as he blushed.

"Let's just go damn it," he grumbled, urging her after him. They rocketed off to meet the other Saiyan couple.

"You STILL can't land that thing right," Raditz bellowed as the hatch opened. First off was the balding Nappa, who still towered a foot higher then his subordinate.

"Move your ass, and let me off!" Cabernet shouted.

"Stop being so damn pushy, you'd think you'd MISSED this mud ball," Napa shouted back.

"Are you two sure you want to come back just yet?" Atomique quipped, struggling to gain the banter of their Saiyan civilization. Insults were the way in which they interacted, showing their verbal dominance and posturing.

"Well, if it isn't the whelp and his little mate? You keeping him in line, Professor?" Cabernet laughed, leaping down to look at her.

"And you kept him from blowing anything UP I hope…" she started. "Before you got the chance to share the fun?"

"Hah, very funny," she shot back. "And you're actually going to carry your brats through? I know you're letting US have first crack at the gestational, but in light of that tail grooming whelp that could change?"

"You son of a drek eater, he promoted you?" Napa asked, glancing at Raditz' new armor. "Damn what did I miss?"

"A pitched battle, where we decimated the enemy, and found Christine's mate," Raditz informed him. "But there have been some disturbing developments. Someone attacked my mate's mind."

"I hope you kicked their ass and blasted them into atoms," Napa said. "Who was the sorry sap?"

"The ex mate of Tomakt," he said angrily. "The Prince has been informed."

"I thought the piece of shit was dead," Napa blinked.

"He's been promoted to guardian of some other world," said Tomakt angrily.

"So? You need help kicking his ass, or what?" Napa asked, banging his fist into the flat of his hand.

"I think the Prince has first crack," said Raditz with a wry grin.

"So, Professor, I see you've earned a boost up yourself. The armor looks good on you, considering you're carrying this drek eater's brats," Napa said.

"It's his lousy armor," she said, nodding towards Raditz. One size fits all, for she had taken his third class armor when he had been promoted, as was Saiyan custom. Although hers had resembled his, the slight increase in bulk gave her a more menacing appearance. She had bound her long hair back with a copper hairpiece, letting the ponytail hang down over one shoulder.

"I can't wait to see what lucky bastard has Christine for a mate," said Cabernet sarcastically.

"You are also expecting?" Atomique asked.

"Heh, that's why we came back. The Princess has the invitro gestational tank ready, and I've got to unload," said Cabernet. "You too can have the same privilege considering your mate's a second class."

"You're wearing Napa's armor then, because it seems he's been promoted as well," she pointed to the white vest Napa wore with gold groin guards and shoulder flashes. He was now among the Ultra Elite, while Cabernet was Elite first class. Odd rank structure for a few but still necessary. Green would be expeditionary force commander as the images of Bardock had shown. Shoulder guards were a slight step up, indicating some officer promotion, while the elimination of them were more for squad commanders. The choice to wear leggings or not was a design preference.

"She will carry them longer," said Raditz quietly. "Unless she says otherwise."

"Your choice," said Napa with a shrug. "But if we're sent off world, she's honor bound to put her brats in a tank. I hope she knows that."

"Ugh," she shuddered, hugging herself.

"It's not that bad. It's more efficient, and it's easier to fight that way," said Cabernet, slugging her shoulder.

"I suppose you're right. At least I won't have a guilt complex if they're not something I must worry about," she shivered. It seemed too easy, but it seemed a convenient out. If necessary, a custom alien and repulsive to humans was pragmatic. No failure as a mother when Planck and Curie could be safe.

"It's customary," said Napa. "C'mon, enough shooting the shit. Let's get back to the HQ."

"When are you going to learn to land a ship properly?" asked Atomique.

"Heh, that's what retrieval is for," Napa said, reaching for a remote control in his gauntlet. He punched buttons, sealing off the craft. It levitated upwards on impulse grav engines, coasting towards the launch complex in West City.

"I'm going back to CC," said Atomique. "If it's all right with you, love."

"I'll be there presently," Raditz answered, reaching over to pull her close and give her a nip on the ear. She felt the shiver of possessiveness and then turned to Cabernet.

"I'll join you. Both you males can catch up on your stupid one-upsmanship while the whelp and I commiserate over some fresh kill that we'll eat alone," she snorted.

"Ouch," Napa said.

"Unless you two idiots want to bring us some fresh heart and liver. It's the only NICE thing to do to celebrate this promotion," Cabernet teased him.

"Females," Raditz overdramatically rolled his eyes. "Go on, and waste one another's time. No doubt we're the main topic of discussion. And I have to put up with your mate's incessant babbling!"

"And your scientific bull drivel. C'mon let's go hunting for these demanding females. Maybe then we can start that blood punch I've been saving for your damn promotion, tail groomer," he said, slugging Raditz on the back. Both duos parted, rocketing off to their respective places.

Cabernet listened to Atomique's story. No doubt she would have to tell Napa's mate sooner or later, Tomakt reflected. Because the female Saiyan would pester her all the way back. Foremost on her mind was the whole issue of her recent mental invasion.

"What's eating you, whelp?" she asked. "Have you been listening to a WORD I've been saying?"

"Sorry, Cabernet, I've been trying to think of slow ways to torture a certain dragon Womyn," teased Tomakt. Internally she shivered because she knew there was truth to her idle threat. It was another Saiyan norm to contemplate one upsmanship of a rival. Especially one who got on her nerves. Yet she knew she was mostly tempted to carry it through.

"You set a date to duke it out yet?" Cabernet asked. "Or is the Prince's ruling your choice?"

"The Prince decides," she said. "I leave it to him for the time and place of satisfaction."

"Not a bad way to go. Don't worry, once you show her your control of your Oorzu form you could actually trounce her," said Cabernet.

"Do you and Napa, I mean did you have any other offspring before this?"

"Huh? Well yeah, but they were sent off world shortly after they were released from the tanks. Why do you ask?"

"Just curious," she said. "What it's like watching your baby grow in a test tube."

"Convenient," she shrugged. "Besides, we do get to show them the necessary skills before they were sent off. Unless they were slated for domestic duty as place guards or scientists. Napa's brother Merlot was scheduled for historian duty and archivist. A little tame, but his eldest son was sent off."

"Did he have a mate?"

"He bonded with an Idsarjin named Tang," she said. "One whelp, a female and a son who purged a world named Gastryck. Brought in five thousand Aurites to our credit."

"I see. And you, how many worlds did you purge?"

"Three a grand total,' she said.

"Did you know Turles?"

"Huh, you mean the Prima Donna? He had his own special style. That bastard out did Napa's record even though it was one on one."

"Er… Napa's record?"

"Fifty," she said. "One of the best of the Elite. But half of them were working alongside the Prince. Before he was taken captive. The rest were after in his search. But Turles had an interesting way of purging. He insisted on getting extra loot for any art or technology left behind. Usually Merlot had that fun cleaning up after my purge run. He'd plant a seed and watch it grow while his mercenaries had fun. Then he ate the fruit when it matured, or offered it to Frieza."

"A seed?"

"He would plant giant trees on the planets to drain them of their life force. It was clean, neat, but a bit weird. He didn't like messes, but he wasn't much fun," Cabernet snorted. "But he did have the additional thing of bringing a number of pleasure slaves in from each world he conquered. That's why he was promoted over Napa."

"What were the rules of purging?"

"Do what you wanted, but it was up to you to decide what was valuable. If there was high technology it was sold for additional prices. If the indigenous life form had any strength they could be sold as slaves, or killed. Either way it was up to the purger. Unless it was a crew duty. Most of the lower jobs were just a clean wipe. Sometimes a Saiyan screwed around and got less of a commission if they were messy. I just slashed, burned and had myself a ball. The usual."

"Pillaging, plundering and raping?" she asked.

"Raping's annoyingly messy. It's not fun. I like a good game," she said. "I think you'd be good at it, if you'd be less squeamish."

"I'd just disintegrate the stronger, and sell the women and children as slaves," Atomique said. "What a waste of good resources."

"Humph, not a bad strategy, provided they were WORTH saving."

"I suppose," she said. "We'll never know."

"Yeah. A pity. But anyhow, let's get something to eat. I'm sick of space rations. And those mates of ours will probably have a treat for desert, if they know what's good for them," she laughed. Atomique shuddered, but part of her was curious as to what life would have been like.

"What's happening to me," she wondered.