Raditz' Bedtime Story
By Trynia Merin
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. Toriyama and Toei animation do. I do own Atomique, Fermi and Bohr though. I don't get paid for this. This is fan fiction!
Some Lemon content ahead! Rated R for language and implied sexual situations.
Note: This is an AU, where Raditz and Nappa have been wished back by Nappa's long lost daughter Bliss by another set of dragon balls, and have been taken in by Vegeta at Capsule. They serve as bodyguards. Raditz has taken an earth scientist named Stellari who is working for Bulma. She has the ability to generate plastics and manipulate the carbon atoms in her body in intriguing ways. Raditz has taught her how to channel ki in rudimentary ways. She has two sons by a deceased previous husband. This story takes place a few months after he's mated.
Sweat glistened like honey all over his tanned skin. Raditz emerged from the workout room, rubbing his face with only a white terrycloth towel. Muscles glided under the skin tightly stretched over them, clinging to him as tightly as the spandex AE suit did that he wore under his armor. It was a simple matter to step into the shower and adjust the primitive faucet to dispense hot water.
A thick perfumed scent reached his nostrils causing him to change his plans. He quickly rinsed off the essentials, banishing sweat with suds that rolled down his sculpted chest and perfect thighs. Just what she was doing in proximity to the GR was beyond him but he had a sneaking suspicion. The whirring noise told him someone had activated it, and he cursed under his breath, grabbing a towel to hitch quickly around his hips as he dashed out.
"What the HELL do you think you're doing woman?" the elder son of Bardock exclaimed as he saw a familiar white smocked figure straining to stand up in 15 g's.
"Kami damn it, if that Yamcha can do this so can I!" she cursed. Purple energies flared around the scientist as she transmuted her skeletal structure to withstand the crushing pressures of her own body weight.
"Idiotic FOOL you'll be CRUSHED!" Raditz panicked; half-levitating across the chamber when he saw her crash to the floor as the Gs increased to twenty. Her glasses slipped off and tumbled out of her purple ki field, instantly crushed.
"I did it before... must transmute to diamond..." she gasped.
Cursing he debated going towards the failsafe, or protecting his charge. Angrily he reached her side, surging a shell of protective ki around her body as she lay with her front pressed to the mat. Dizzily she felt the pressure slowly abate, while the gravity hyperbolically climbed to thirty, then forty-five. When it reached fifty, Raditz had enough. While he had trained up to 200, he didn't relish trying to get her out of here and leave her to deactivate it. So he took the next best option: he aimed his finger towards the console. A thin beam of ki shot out, and he aimed it upward towards the ceiling so the degree of arc could land in the precise trajectory as it was dragged down by gravity.
"Cute trick," she mumbled as the pressure abated. Raditz had kept the pressure at 15 Gs in the small bubble, knowing full well it would hurt her body if he removed it all at once. The console exploded in a series of sparks, while the computer voice wound down like an old-fashioned vinyl record going too slow.
"Great Father Oorzu what the HELL were you doing in here? You trying to get yourself KILLED, woman?" Raditz snarled at her.
"That's right in my EAR damn it!" she snapped back.
"Are you intact? Anything broken?" he mumbled.
"Except for my pride and my glasses, I can't see, damn it!" she cursed. Raditz realized the severe limitations this creature had, for she was virtually blind without the glasses. He could only imagine what it was like to be cursed with such weak vision, even for a human.
"They're crushed I believe," he mumbled. Slowly he pushed himself up, dropping his ki bubble. He rolled her over onto her back, slowly checking her body for any injuries.
"Crap," she mumbled, forcing away angry tears. "I did this before. When I fought Jeannie I withstood 100 G's by converting my body to diamond..."
"Perhaps you're going about this wrong? Turning matter into energy is a waste! You as a scientist should know that!" Raditz snorted impatiently.
"Thank you, Carl Sagan," she grumbled, glancing up at the fluffy blob surrounded by a spiky bush that arched over her. Reaching up she touched the skin of his sweaty arm, smelling the musk from his body. Other senses were acutely aware, compensation as she made natural sense of light and shadow.
Raditz could see the faint imperfections on her skin. Yet for a human she had very smooth olive complexion. Without her glasses her eyes were dark brown, almost black. For a second they seemed Saiyan, except they reflected images of him. All she saw when she looked into his eyes was the gleam of light, no reflection. Due to the different nature of their bodily fluids, their eyes didn't refract light the same way as humans did, so they always seemed to have bottomless dark eyes.
"Another ludicrous pop culture reference. Fortunately I just watched that rather basic show," he snorted.
"You smell like old spice and gym socks," she said.
"Your sense of smell is rather decent for a human," he chuffed. He had to admit as limited, as her sense of smell was, it was far better than most humans he'd met were. It wasn't saying MUCH, but her tactile sense and intuition was also quite advanced. The major deficit was her lack of vision, which was 20/20 when aid with glasses and only blobs and shadows like a newborn baby without them.
"What were you doing, taking a shower?" she asked, reaching up to touch his muscular chest. Raditz had hunched over her, curious at the sight of her dark eyes staring up at him, as if wanting to see him but not able to. When he could see her far better than most beings on this world. Human senses seemed so limited in comparison, yet this scientist didn't seem hindered. She used instrumentation to go beyond the limits of her frail flesh, and her mind burned strong with ki.
"I WAS, till you interrupted me by putting yourself deliberately in jeopardy! I can't guard and protect you when you insist on being reckless!" he snorted. "You're only a human!"
"Only a human, or only human, Raditz?" she asked, scrunching her nose at him. He saw she was in a playful mood, and released his breath. Mumbling he pinned her thighs between his muscular knees before she could get up.
"Ningen, tailless primate. Homo sapiens," he said, bringing his face close so she could see his countenance more clearly. Dark hair spilled around her, engulfing her in a cloud of midnight coarseness. HE trailed his hair over his face, keeping her pinned in place.
"Let me up you big baboon," she grunted.
"Make me," Raditz said quietly, smirking in that traditional Saiyan way. "You've been a naughty female, and you should be punished for making my job harder!"
"Hmm, sounds, entertaining," she chuckled.
"I had hoped so. There I was about to take a shower in that primitive cleanser when I had to save your ass, albeit attractive, from your reckless GR experiment. Next time you want to crush yourself, ask me to do the honors. Or else at least have me present to show you how to properly focus your ki to defy gravity," he snarled into her ear. Sharp teeth nipped warningly while he reached down to squeeze a breast playfully.
"You do smell like gym shorts," she snorted. "For a so called advanced being, you smell like a human right now..."
"Really?" he asked quietly. He quite liked how her soft curves contrasted wit his hard muscles. A complete opposite, her gently rounded hips and thighs were generous with cellulite. Yet she was stocky and strong like a Saiyan female even if she lacked muscle tone. Against her thigh she felt a prominent bulge swelling to life, urgently tenting the towel hitched around his waist. The only thing holding it there was the damp tail twined around the top.
"Yes, you're soaking my uniform with that sweat of yours," she gasped.
"You're all sweaty too, woman," he chuffed, bending down to inhale her scent like a fine perfume. She smelled of the aromatic chemicals she had been working with: acetone, alcohol, the garlicky smell of DMSO, and something like ether. Underneath it all was her human musk, concealed by a waxy artificial smell called deodorant, and a hint of what smelled like tobacco smoke.
"Don't you dare tear up my uniform," she said with a warning glare as Raditz' fingers twisted on the front of the navy blue jacket after popping the buttons on the protective labcoat she sported.
"Too many damn fastenings," he grunted, working with his large fingers to try and loosen the buttons. Soon he had undone the jacket, and pulled her up so he could tug it off her, then work on the belt and zipper fastenings on the baggy loose pants. At one point he actually leaned down and worked the buttons loose between his lips and tongue. Dark spiky hair tickled her flesh as it was revealed and he stripped away her clothes to leave her in her white underblouse and loose pants. She had shucked the boots off when he pinned her down again between his thighs.
"Now we're on a more even footing, huh?" she said. "You still stink, Tarzan."
"Your fault for postponing my shower. But I'm sure I can think of a creative way to remedy the disparity," he purred deeply, finding her breasts with his large hands. He stopped when he heard footsteps accompanied by distinctly Saiyan scents. Specifically they belonged to Nappa and Vegeta.
"Someone coming?" she guessed from the tension and the muttered Saiyago curse.
"Drek," Raditz snarled grabbing her up and snaring as many of her clothes as he could. He wadded them into a bundle, shoving them into her arms while he carried her out under one arm.
"HEY!" she grumbled. "Wait, your towel... you lost something..."
"No time," he panted, reaching the locker room as the GR door opened. Glancing behind them she saw something white flutter to the floor and vanish into the dim mess of myopic shadows and light.
A very sweaty and very nude Saiyan clad only in his armlet and thigh bracelet debated what to do about their current state. Atomique had grabbed her jacket, urging him to put her down as she realized her boots were missing.
He struggled into the spandex shorts he had been wearing, then grabbed her up again with one large muscled arm. He reached down and grabbed his armor, sending it into the appropriate bin so it would be repaired and cleaned before he shoved his feet into the massive boots.
"Is that for my benefit?" she asked, nodding towards his crotch area.
"You're a pain in my ass, woman. Just why I volunteered to guard you is beyond my comprehension, if you were so damned irresistible," he mumbled.
"Watch it, or else you'll get a lousy reference," she said, reaching down and swatting his spandex covered ass. To do this she had to lift his long hair aside.
"That merely tickles, female, but it's quite entertaining," he laughed, giving her own butt a harder swat. Atomique leaned down, spanking his tight ass gliding under the taught fabric like those of an 80's metal front man.
"What's the currency on Vejitasei?" she asked.
"Why do you ask?"
"Well, I was about to say that you have a million dollar or million zenni ass, but I don't know if that translates to..."
"Standard Aurites," he said. "We used gold naturally as a medium of exchange, much as you do on your planet. It's an otherwise useless metal, save for use in electronics..."
"No kidding, really?" she mumbled sarcastically. "Telling a chemist the properties of gold! Next you're going to tell me the damn molecular weight. Do you forget I had to memorize the blasted Periodic..."
"Apologies, female," he laughed, carrying his prize down the hall. She gave him another stinging smack to his muscular ass, her hardest yet. Then it was followed by a sustained squeeze that made him stop and purr deeply because she was massaging up and down his spine from her position thrown over one shoulder.
"I'm not touching the tail, promise," she said.
"You can, if you're careful," he purred, carrying her into his room. He tossed her down on the bed, then crawled predatorily towards her.
Still wearing her sleeveless top and pants with boots, Atomique laughed up at the purring monkeyman pinning her down with his thighs. He nipped her neck, reaching for her hands to position them lightly on the furry soft band around his waist.
"Rather like handling something ELSE with care, eh?" she asked, putting one hand over his furry tail.
"Don't squeeze, just pet," he whispered. "Carefully now... like I touch you here... with no more firmness than I do grasping these lovely objects..."
Of course his hands were molding to the three dimensional curves of her sizable breasts. She chuckled and hissed with delight at how nicely his huge hands fit them. Almost like they were fashioned especially to cup and squeeze her in just the way she liked. Under her fingers of her right hand, Raditz' furry tail. The furry tail dropped from around his waist, lashing against her thigh, twitching under her fingers. She let it go, observing him whip it around behind him to lash at the air to express his extreme hunger.
"I love how sweet you smell when you're in heat,' he rumbled.
"Am I hurting you?" she asked.
"No, that's perfect,' he moaned, twining his tail around her arm with a spasm. It latched there like a snake, then uncoiled to wrap around her thigh, and other parts of her anatomy. Slowly she was driving him insane, so he had to remedy the situation once more. Atomique temporarily let go of his tail, but he shock his head, placing her hand again on it. Instead he reached down to undress her instead.
Her chemical roughened fingers glided along the underside of his tail in each stroke. Not wishing to wait, he leaned down to spread her thighs apart. Small fingers yanked on his spiky abundance of hair. The pressure on his scalp served to spur him on eagerly.
"Patience," he chuckled. He let her ride out the second orgasm by holding her hips with his hands and tail. Bending over her so she could see his face, he bit her bottom lip with sharp teeth. She retaliated by biting down on his tongue that swept her flavor into her hungry mouth.
"Grrrmmm," she grunted, biting his hard skin with her teeth. He hissed in pleasure as they penetrated to actually break through his tough skin. Atomique's jaw set like a vise there causing his thick blood to seep around her lips and tongue. Iron taste flooded her lips far more quickly.
"Stellari more," he roared as they made love. Fingernails raked his bare chest trailing great red welts that stung painfully well. With Raditz she could bite, scratch and squeeze to her heart's content.
At the base of Raditz' spine he felt energies building, accompanied by the chakra firing spasmodically in his navel, groin, and other meridians. Ki crackled from his fingertips. He blinked up to see her hair standing slightly on end with purple lightening to his extreme delight. Tomique half screamed, half moaned while she shook atop him. Raditz quickly flipped her over to pin her down with massive hands on her shoulders. He impaled her one last time, snarling.
"Where's this power… coming from," she gasped.
"Let it go, let it out!" Raditz roared. "I'm doing it too!"
"Oh hell… incredible!" she hollered.
Purple radiance flooded up Raditz's veins in exchange for his Saiyan ki slamming into her body. It dawned on her reeling mind that this was exactly what she had seen in the fragmented images of Paul's mind. Never had he fully let go except before sex to exchange bodily energies. Squeezing shut her eyes she forced back tears of joy and awe.
"Stellari, drek… I didn't hurt you… damn it… answer me!" Raditz shook her.
"I'm fine, don't worry,' she panted up at him with an exhilarated smile.
Raditz murmured in her ear, collapsing wearily onto her. Her entire body hummed with high frequency ki that resembled Saiyan in every way. However she sensed he enjoyed the tingling of her alchemical chikara that was also ki.
Stellari suddenly sniffled, "She told me how they would do this, but I thought it was just like when you swap memories, but I never realized. Kuso!"
"You didn't do this much with your mate, did you?" Raditz asked, hiking a brow. He pushed himself off her, blinking with surprise.
"He and I shared a mind bond, but we didn't regularly exchange energies, no," she said.
"I was surprised not to sense anyone else's ki in your body. First I had assumed it was because humans did not do this. Then I realized it might be because you hadn't had sex for four years. Now I have my answer. You did it only once, ki exchange, and that was it like you told me the other day. Wait, you said he did this with Violet? Your dead husband?"
"Before he was with me. Before he ever met me. I remember other people like Violet herself told me today how she and he exchanged kis when they made love. She said it proved they were right for one another," Stellari trailed off, squeezing her eyes shut.
"So what? He's dead, you're with me. It's his loss," Raditz said darkly. Bottomless eyes hardened with that protective feral gleam.
"You're saying you've marked me with your ki?"
"Precisely. Does that displease you?"
"No, of course not, it's wonderful," she stammered, squeezing him tightly. "The best."
"Naturally," he said with a self-satisfied grin.
"Typical, you crow when you get someone laid," she laughed, trying to banish the awful realizations.
"Radz-chan, that's the nicest thing anyone ever said to me, no offense," she said at his frown.
"I'm not nice," he snorted. "Saiyans aren't nice!"
"I mean it's the most honorable thing any man, er male has said to me," she murmured, tracing his widow's peak with her fingertips. He turned his face inwards to nip her fingers. Possessively he thrust into her while twining his tail around her waist to hold her to him.
"I'm dead," she laughed, sprawled atop Raditz.