Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Saiyan Foster Father ❯ Should I Stay or Should I Go? ( Chapter 43 )

Saiyan Foster Father

Should I Stay or Should I Go?

By Trynia Merin aka StarbearerTM

Disclaimer I don't own DBZ, Toryiama and Funimation do and I don't own Full Metal Alchemist! Also, I don't own KISS or their fictional superhero portrayals, which are owned by Marvel, KISS Catalogue, and Dark Horse. These are Fanfiction concepts developed by me Trynia Merin for use in the fanfiction Saiyan Foster Father. Bulmathebabe owns Christine Black Widow. They are based on the Dragon Ball universe; KISS Next Generation, and Full and my fan interpretation. Please ask my permission if you'd like to borrow them for yours!

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Tomakt used her scouter to trace Gene's location. Bleeping numbers in a language she now knew well pinpointed him within the secondary gravity chamber. Chuckling, she strode up to override the controls and enter without disrupting his training routine. At Fifty g's, Gene exchanged blows with one of Bulma's training bots while Christine and Jeannie met blow for blow.

 

"This damn danger room can really put out," Gene gritted, hurling a flame tinged breath at the bot. It veered out of the way, narrowing avoiding being singed.

 

"Damn it, where did you learn to do THAT?" Jeannie cursed, as Christine zipped out, then zipped behind her.

 

"Same place you did! Think fast!" Christine laughed, chopping her in the back.

 

"Says YOU!" Jeannie answered, flashing out her fist to punch. Christine grunted at the impact of her friend's fist in her armored chest.

 

"HAH!" Gene laughed, whipping around and suddenly lashing out a long dragon tail from his back to knock the bot away.

 

"So you have a tail too? What is this? A bargain sale?" Christine panted.

 

"A secondary form," Jeannie laughed. "I see you've mastered it too, huh dad?"

 

Black wings unfurled from Gene's shoulders while his armor bulked up in density. Now he was eight feet tall, bristling with power. Brimstone crackled from every pore, smoke filling the air.

 

"Now let's see what this guy can dish out. Bring it on!" he laughed, twirling his battle-axe.

 

A beam of purple force zinged out, slamming him in the chest. He grunted, pushing it back with his armored gloves. Both Christine and Jeannie glanced over to see Tomakt surging with purple ki.

 

"Atomic blast!" she shouted, hurling a ki ball towards Gene. He swung his axe to batter it aside. Still the gold sphere exploded in his face, hurling him back. Quickly he flipped, wings beating to compensate.

 

Fire surged towards Tomakt. She crossed her arms, generating whirling orbital of light much like those she had originally done. Gene's fire sizzled against each rapidly orbiting sphere of purple ki. One zinged off, followed by another while two remained to whirl and block whatever he threw. Gene phased out, then moved behind her. Tomakt whirled around, dodging his punch to deliver one of her own to his gut.

 

"HLLRGH," Gene gasped. He was barely phased, even if the wind was knocked from him.

 

Fists flashed out in a rapid volley. Gene laughed, matching her blow for blow in a burst mode. Dragon reflexes allowed him to take her punches that slid by. The female Saiyan then blocked the slashing blows of his axe. One managed to graze her bare arm, yet his tail slashed out, struggling to twin around her legs. To his shock her own tail wrapped around his, twisting and throwing with more strength then he thought the furry appendages could muster.

 

"Yow," Gene laughed, righting himself. "Tail jitzu?"

 

"HYAAH!" she shouted, bringing both fists up to slam down on his back. He dropped, then batted her aside with an elbow. She spun around, flashing out with kicks before Gene blocked each one. His gauntleted fist surged in a punch, only to hit against her fist. Her face flushed red as Tomakt pushed against him with ten times the strength she previously had.

 

"Whoa, you've gotten a bit stronger doll," Gene laughed. "But not as strong as I."

 

"We'll see…" she gritted, pushing back. Gene disengaged, floating back as she did. Both regarded one another, panting heavily.

 

"Not bad at all. You've either been taking those pre natals, or your king Kong makeovers toughened you up. Damn woman, that wasn't too shabby," Gene laughed.

 

"Thank you, I think," she nodded.

 

"Give me a break," Jeannie grumbled.

 

"C'mon, let's let them talk," Christine urged, dragging Jeannie away by her wrist.

 

"Fine. I was beginning to stink anyhow. The scent hasn't improved with the Monkey queen here," she mumbled. "You realize how stinky those Saiyans get when they're in armor all day?"

 

"Oh shut up," Christine mumbled, slugging her on the back.

 

"You're no bottle of Chanel No. 5 yourself, Dragon Womyn," Tomakt called. "And for your information, we don't stink. You're the one that does the smelling."

 

"Hah hah, very funny," Jeannie stuck her long tongue out, waggling it.

 

"Save it for Elliot when you next see him," Tomakt laughed.

 

"C'mon let's go," Christine urged. Jeannie snorted, marching off to the showers.

 

"I understand you had something to say to me, Gene?" Tomakt asked, hands on her hips.

 

"Yeah. Where the hell have you been hiding? You afraid I'm going to beat you up?"

 

"No. Hardly," said Tomakt. "That's not your style. Besides, I might kick your ass."

 

"Hah, no offense but you're still not much of a match for me in the long run," Gene said.

 

"Gene, I don't blame you for being pissed. But I have been hiding I guess," Tomakt said.

 

"Yeah. Downright scarce. You think I can't forgive you?" Gene asked with a grunt.

 

"You have no reason to," said Tomakt.

 

"Unlike what your monkey pals must have been teaching you, doll, I forgive even if I don't forget. You're still Christine's pal, and even though you let me down, I forgive you," said Gene. "Love makes us fuck up."

 

"I accept your forgiveness," said Tomakt quietly. "It's appreciated."

 

"We could sure use you in the fight," Gene said. "You sure you wanna stay?"

 

"I have two kids on the way," she said.

 

"Well, even with two buns in the oven you still kicked ass, then and even more now," said Gene.

 

"I can't," said Tomakt.

 

"Can't or won't?"

 

"By royal orders. The Prince forbids it," said Tomakt. "I'm sorry."

 

"So am I. But maybe you can come back and visit, eh?" said Gene.

 

"You resent me for what I've done?" she asked.

 

"Nah. No way. Sure the mod's a shock, but you've really changed for the better I think. Despite what Jeanie might think you're still okay, doll," Gene said with a smile. "I just wanted you to know I wasn't going to be permanently pissed at you. Paul's the real target. He just took you along for the ride."

 

"It was unfortunate," she said.

 

"Yeah. Tell me about it. Dragging you into it wasn't cool. Now Jeannie and I have a lot of work to do on fixing things with us," Gene said.

 

"She hates my guts," Tomakt laughed.

 

"Not fully. But there's a lot of bad blood," said Gene quietly.

 

"I can live with it. It's her choice," said Tomakt.

 

"Even though she knows William's fine, she's still gonna smart. She's as stubborn as her old man. But that doesn't mean we've gotta stay at odds," said Gene.

 

"No. After all, Paul's blood flows in the veins of two handsome boys. I'd like them to know their Uncle Gene," said Tomakt.

 

"What about the talisman?"

 

"They'll use it when they're ready. I'm not the host any longer," said Tomakt. "Unless you'd like to take it."

 

"Stay here and keep those kids safe. When things calm down a bit, come on and visit us. There's no reason for kids to fight in wars. Keeping it here is our insurance policy. Christine, Simone Jeannie and I can handle it. Besides Tyler and Mona are back. As soon as we find Elliot we'll be good."

 

"Will you?" asked Tomakt.

 

"Yes," Gene smiled. "C'mere, monkey girl. Give me a hug, or is it against Saiyan tradition?"

 

"It isn't amongst friends," she said, as he spanned his arms. She felt him hug her tightly, patting her back as she lay her cheek to his chest.

 

"I'll miss ya, monkey girl. Take care of Mighty Joe Young, and King Kong, or is that Prince Kong," Gene joked.

 

"When do you leave?"

 

"Soon," Gene said quietly. "And I'm leaving a choker collar communicator for you. IT works across dimensions. Mona rigged it. Apparently Ace wasn't the only genius."

 

"Heh," She snickered.

 

"Why don't' we go get some grub, and then you can show me more of what you've learned," Gene said. "And maybe we can visit those kids."

 

"All right then," she nodded as Gene slapped her back and led her out of the GR.

***

Later that week, Tomakt confronted Vegeta. Although she could predict with almost absolute certainty what his answer would be, she entertained her friend's suggestion. Perhaps there was a chance she could see her world one last time. Join in the fight to push the Destroyers out so the magical forces returning to her world would gain more than a toehold.

 

However the look on Vegeta's face crushed any hopes. He hovered in midair at 100 G's, hurling blasts of energy at moving targets. Tomakt had joined him in the target practice, and they had talked during the intermittent lulls from explosion to explosion.

 

"You cannot go," Vegeta said, landing on white booted feet.

 

"You haven't even heard all of what I had to say," Tomakt said quietly.

 

"End simulation," Vegeta shouted. The room slowly faded from red to white while the gravity dropped.

 

"Please, it was Christine's suggestion."

 

"I can guess. But there's no question where your loyalties should lie. You're a Saiyan warrior, and you serve me."

 

"How can I turn my back on my world?" she asked, grabbing a towel and wiping her forehead off.

 

Vegeta grabbed a bottle of water she threw to him, cracking it open. In one gulp he drained the entire two liters of fluid. With a gloved hand he wiped his mouth, then panted, "You already have, woman. As for Jeannie and Christine they've made it clear they're returning."

"And you'll just let them go without any help?" asked Tomakt, pulling off her scouter to wipe sweat off her brow. A towel hit her in the face.

 

"They didn't ask for it. It's not my affair what they chose to do. Just as long as they keep their battles out of my world," Vegeta snorted. "Mop yourself off, female."

 

Tomakt dabbed more sweat off, then emptied her two-liter bottle in three gulps. She stopped long enough to ask, "What about the reports of alien influence. Of possible Saiyans in my universe's future? Already there's the reality of so called 'mythical' beings arising from the native population."

 

"Those things you call 'elves' and other such creatures were probably subspecies of humanoid, capable of channeling ki in a far superior manner. Old files indicate that these 'elves' are a superior species of human that had been repressed, but the genetic mutations are allowing them to reemerge. And as for the others, you can apply the same argument," Vegeta panted.

 

"Yes but…"

 

"The other phenomenon are being investigated by the scientists of your old home world, correct?" Vegeta said.

 

"But they gave you two years of service. And the Destroyers are your sworn enemy. Surely it's a good challenge for you to return with a party of warriors to test your skills against them?" asked Tomakt.

 

"That is something that Bulma is investigating. But I cannot and will not allow any of my warriors to go on some wild goose chase. Gene has made it clear he needs no assistance, and I'm honoring his word. It isn't our concern, and that's all I shall say on that matter," Vegeta grunted.

 

"Very well then. But I cannot just forget. Isn't there some way I could somehow take leave and do something to settle my affairs there?" Tomakt sighed.

 

"I will consider your request, Tomakt," said Vegeta. "Serve me faithfully and you will be granted leave when it is due."

 

"As you command, Sire," Tomakt said, forcing back tears. Anger burned in her soul, self imposed. Impassively Vegeta glanced down at her.

 

"I'm not without feeling, woman. But I have lost one home world already and I have comprehension. But you accepted an oath to serve me, and that cannot be taken lightly. Once my protection is withdrawn…"

 

"I made my choice I'll live with it," said Tomakt quietly. "But it won't be easy."

 

"Consider it a challenge worthy of a true Saiyan warrior," he said. "Now leave me. I've other matters that require my attention."

 

"My life at your command, your Majesty," she saluted before rising. She backed away, letting her tail drop to sway back and forth behind her calves. Blood seeped into her lips as she bit them. Finally out of range she let tears burn down her cheeks.

 

"Damn it all," she muttered, feet pounding violently into the cracking tile with the force of a being accustomed to heavier gravity.

 

She exited Capsule, walking towards the place where Jeannie and Christine had made their home. As she entered, she saw that the door was left ajar. Tomakt glanced around the small apartments, narrowing her eyes in confusion.

 

"What the hell?" she asked. A servo bot was cleaning the room carefully.

 

"Professor Tomakt? Query?"

 

"Where is the occupant?"

 

"Ma'am Mrs. Jeannie has vacated the premises."

 

"As of when?"

 

"As of early this morning," said the bot. "All her possessions were cleared and capsulated."

 

"Did she clear it with the Prince?"

 

"Negative. There was no record of her departure."

 

"Excuse me," Tomakt said as she rushed down the hall. She flipped on her scouter, tracing for any signal of Christine or Gene. To her horror she found none.

 

The next destination was the guest quarters that Gene had been assigned. As she depressed the control, she heard no response. Her scouter showed no signs of battle power except a residual trace. Again she tried the door, only to find no answer.

 

"Override omega three ten!" she growled. The door-clicked open, hissing as it slid back.

 

Tomakt entered, glancing around the small space. To her shock there were KISS posters on the walls, and a neat stack of CDs burned freshly next to a stereo. A small IPOD lay on the sofa, next to two neat piles. Slowly she picked up what was a suit of Elite student Saiyan armor. As she rushed through the apartment she saw the items of clothing given to Gene were neatly folded and set to the side. Yet other personal effects were gone.

 

"Shimatta, they said they'd leave in a week," she said, glancing around.

 

A bleeping came over her scouter, "Professor Tomakt! Report in!"

 

"Tomakt here, Cabernet. I'm in Christine's quarters and they've been raided!" she called.

 

"What? I was going to ask you if you'd seen any sign of Trainee Christine or Jeannie because they failed to report to duty! You said they're GONE?"

 

"I thought you knew! They left armor and little else!" Tomakt called.

 

"Great Galaxy, hold on!" Cabernet barked.

 

Another presence startled her, and she turned to see Napa standing there, with Vegeta at his side. "What the FUCK is going on here, Tomakt?" Vegeta barked.

 

"Your Majesty, I thought you knew they were gone!" Tomakt gasped.

 

"Since WHEN?" Vegeta snapped, pushing into the quarters. "What the HELL happened? Where ARE they?"

 

"You tell me!" she gasped weakly, sinking to the nearby easy chair.

 

"Nappa, when was the last time you said you saw them?"

 

"Earlier last night sire. That's what I was trying to tell you! I thought you should see for yourself but it looks like the whelp here already beat us to it!" Napa snapped.

 

"When did you notice this? Didn't you THINK to override the door?" Vegeta snapped.

 

"Sire, I figured her mate would be pissed, but looks like Professor here had the idea anyway!" Napa glanced around.

 

"Search the building!" Vegeta barked. "You, third class, get that mate of yours and start looking in the labs! I want to know where and when they were last seen!"

 

"But Sire I thought you'd given them leave to go!" Tomakt said weakly.

 

"Damn it, the fucking NERVE of those ungrateful brats!" Vegeta cursed in Saiyanese. "That tears it!"

 

"You saw they left their armor," Tomakt said, holding the bundle of Christine's personal effects. "Jeannie too."

 

"They've made their choice," Vegeta said quietly, tossing the armor back to the sofa. "Ungrateful bitches."

 

"She said she'd leave in a week!" Tomakt shook her head.

 

"Fucking goddamn… get your tail out of here and you and that third class Radditz start searching! They might not have gone far!" Vegeta yelled.

 

"At once!" she gasped, rushing out of the room. As she levitated down the corridors she passed Jeannie's room, where Nappa was tearing through what he saw.

 

"Vegeta, same story here," he called, carrying the pile of Jeannie's abandoned armor. "And there's a scrap of paper."

 

"Give it here, moron!" Vegeta snapped. He grabbed the white envelope and read the enclosed paper.

 

***

"No sign of them?" Cabernet asked, seeing Tomakt shoot across the lawn of Capsule.

 

"Nothing. It was all cleaned out. You?"

 

"I checked the GR, and the training complex. All the lockers that they owned were cleared out except anything resembling Saiyan armor or scouters. I'd say they left in a hurry," she said.

 

"Any capsules missing?"

 

"A couple dozen cases. I've been trying to get hold of the Princess, but she's not answering her messages," said Cabernet.

 

"Tomakt chan!" someone shouted. She saw Raditz rush in, carrying something in his hands.

 

"Where are they?"

 

"I was going to ask you! Something's been stolen from the lab!" Raditz cursed.

 

"Show me!" Tomakt gasped, rushing after him. They streaked through the corridors, scouters open to full range as Cabernet and Napa rocketed off to search West City. Vegeta's cursing could be heard for hundreds of yards as he shot through the corridors of Capsule's mansion, then rocketed off to find Bulma.

 

"They're not in the labs, are they?" Tomakt panted.

 

"No. A whole bunch of capsules containing generators and other supplies for disaster relief were missing. I just checked the inventory," he said.

 

"The dimensional jump equipment," Tomakt panted. Raditz gave her a horrified look as she burst into Bulma's private lab.

 

"What the HELL is going on here?" Bulma screamed. "Who stole the AE 35 unit?"

 

"That's what WE want to know! They're gone!" Raditz called.

 

"What's this about them being gone? I just got a message and raced BACK here, to find a whole bunch of stuff missing? What kind of guards ARE you clowns?" Bulma yelled.

 

"Don't blame them woman," Vegeta snapped, as Tomakt and Raditz both dropped to one knee. "The answer is clear."

 

"What answer. Vegeta, tell me what the FUCK is going on or so help me…" Bulma yelled.

 

"They've left, woman," said Vegeta angrily. "I think you'll find the missing capsules and your dimensional equipment was put to use by two former students of mine."

 

"Why didn't they just ASK For it if they wanted it?" Bulma yelped. "The prototype wasn't completely tested yet!"

 

"What else is missing?" asked Tomakt. "Are the Destroyer prototypes you were studying gone as well?"

 

"Yes but why… oh kuso you don't think that…" Bulma trailed off.

 

"Precisely woman. They've left of their own accord. I found their armor was left behind. Clear indication they have rejected their servitude to me," Vegeta snorted, arms folded across their chest. "It seems it's all explained in a note."

 

"Shit," Bulma gritted.

 

"Mistress, I found this in the lab," Raditz said.

 

"Why didn't you give it sooner?" Vegeta glared at him.

 

"I didn't wish to interrupt the Princess," Raditz apologized as Vegeta tore it from his grasp. Bulma stormed over and read over Vegeta's shoulder after he tore the envelope open.

 

"Humph the nerve. IT seems that your friends have left some ridiculous cultural trash behind in trade for what they've taken, Tomakt,' said Vegeta, glaring at her.

 

"You mean KISS merchandise?" asked Tomakt.

 

"Is this some sick JOKE?"

 

"It's gene's warped idea of payment," said Tomakt.

 

A capsule tumbled out of the letter and rolled on the floor. Bulma leaned down to pick it up. She turned it around, glancing at Vegeta. He snorted, and she threw it down. When the smoke cleared a neat pile of gold and electrum bars gleamed at their feet.

 

"Where did they get this?" Vegeta mumbled.

 

"It's at least a million dollars worth of gold," Bulma gasped.

 

"Gene's a dragon," said Tomakt quietly. "Don't ask me how but somehow I think this is his way of paying for what he took."

 

"Humph useless metal. Although it has value, the fools have burned any bridges. Whatever those two ungrateful bitches do now is not my affair," Vegeta snarled.

 

"This one's addressed to you, by the way, female," Vegeta snapped, shoving an envelope into Tomakt's hand. "I found it in the Black Widow's quarters."

 

"She left without saying goodbye. Some friend," said Bulma hotly.

 

"I wash my hands of this," Vegeta said. "Don't just stand there gaping, fools. Report to duty! Go and patrol for any unusual dimensional rifts in case they somehow materialize again!"

 

"Come on," Raditz said, taking Tomakt's shaking hand.

 

"Go, female. Listen to your mate," Vegeta glared. Raditz gently helped Tomakt to stand as she clutched the paper in her hands. Her limbs didn't want to move of their own accord.

 

"Vegeta, this makes no sense!" Bulma shook her head.

 

"It makes sense if you're an ungrateful…" Vegeta ranted. The rest of his reply moved into rapid fire Saiyaneese. Yet it was unheard by Raditz and his departing mate.

***

"What say him?" Raditz asked, wrapping his strong arm around Tomakt as they hovered a thousand feet above West City.

 

Tomakt unfurled the note, shaking from head to toe. Raditz glanced over, struggling to make sense of the English block printing of Gene. He hadn't learned to read that long ago, at least Chikyuujin writing, so she shared her comprehension as she read it aloud:

 

"Hey there Monkey Lady,

 

Probably surprised that we've gone sooner then we thought, huh? Well we just got an SOS from Mona saying that Leader's on the move again. Apparently she's teamed up with the Golden Princess and her crew. That means we've gotta roll.

 

Sorry for ducking out on you and the others so abruptly. Christine wasn't for it, but long mushy good-byes would only make it worse. I'm sure your Prince is pretty pissed, but I'm sure he'll get over it when he reads her letter to him. I know it's some Saiyan tradition to leave behind what you've been given for a clean break. Cutting ties are the best way to get things done, in my humble opinion. Less mess.

 

But that doesn't mean we're cutting out on you forever. You've got a good thing going here. A second chance with a man who's nuts over you. A job with benefits, and two kids with two buns in the oven. Not a bad gig. Stick with it a while. We'll be fine. Don't think you've gotta come to the rescue cause we've got things covered. We all have difficult choices to make, and you've made your bed. Now you gotta lie in it and enjoy some of the games between the sheets.

 

Tell Mr. Funny man that he's okay. And that Paul's watching him. He's not so stupid as you might think. And tell his royal Whyness King Kong that he needs to lighten up. Being pissed only works for so long before it ruins his pr. Tell that blue haired sex goddess wife of his to get him laid a bit more. While I like the fact he doesn't apologize for who he is, he needs to lighten up. And those Special Forces, they're no pushovers. You've all got your hands full on this end. Let us handle things here and we'll be fine.

 

Keep a hand on that talisman. I'm sure your boys will be able to hack it. We'll give a shout when we're ready. If we need backup, you know how to reach us. Or we'll reach you first. But enjoy your life because it's a good one. One that I wouldn't mind having.

 

Stay strong and take life by the horns or by the tail, no pun intended.

 

Yours truly,

Gene

 

P.S. I'm sorry I grabbed your tail. Big mistake. I hope your mate isn't gonna kick my ass for that one. Cause Christine will stand in line. Now that I've got one part of the time I know it's gotta smart.

 

PPS, get that monkey mate of yours laid more often. He needs a good deal more sex. Hell, all you Saiyans need a good screw cause you're such grouches. Might do you some good.

 

"Humph, sounds like he's got some sense after all," Raditz said quietly as she folded the note. Turning Tomakt to face him, he cupped her face in his hands while wrapping his tail around her waist.

 

"You think?" she asked.

 

"You read it as plain as day on this world. The Prince will comprehend. It had to be this way, as Great Father Oorzu had ordained. It's not for us to question the fate meted out. Perhaps you do more good here. I know that I would not wish you to leave my side when I've finally found you," Raditz mumbled.

 

"Sentimental fool," she groaned as he lowered his face to kiss her. Strangely she found she had no tears to cry because she understood this was where she belonged.