Quanila 1

Quanila

By: Lydja-chan

"MEDIC!"

He we go again Quanila thought as she raced to yet another patient. She landed next to the fallen solider and made a quick assessment of his injuries. Won't be able to save that arm. No sign of internal injuries, not a tank emergency. She pulled a small cylindrical tube from her medic bag, adjusted the settings and cut the man's arm off above the elbow, cauterizing it at the same time. Luckily, her patient was unconscious so she didn't have to waste any painkillers on him. She hoisted his massive body, a feat not quite believable given her slight frame, and hauled him back to base camp. She gave the attending medic a brief report before heading back into the thick of battle.

Quanila paused in her flight long enough to notice the squad of pods making entry in the upper atmosphere. Oh great reinforcements. They had better be good cause otherwise its just more butts for me to pull out of the fire. As she watched one of the incoming pods was hit by a large blast. The pod instantly dissolved and a form began falling from the sky.

I always have to jinx it don't I. Quanila thought ruefully even as she speed towards the plummeting figure. She grabbed a hold of his ankles to slow his fall but wasn't able to stop it altogether, instead she was pulled along with him. They landed in a heap, creating a crater with the force of their impact.

"Oww... Someone get the ID of that freighter?" Quanila pushed herself up and found that she was staring into dark slanted eyes, accompanied by a smirk.

"I appreciate the thought woman, maybe after the battle, ne?

Quanila was confused until she realized that she was lying directly on top of him. She quickly scrambled off, then remembering that he had been in a devastating crash, bent over to examine him.

He propped himself up on his elbows and laughed at her. "Persistent aren't you. Get your hands off me baka."

"Would you be quiet and stay still." Quanila scolded, "I'm a medic."

He brushed her aside and rose. "Go find some weakling to help. We Saiyans don't need medics." With that, he flew off to the battle.

"We'll see about that." She mumbled after the disappearing solider who had left her kneeling in the dirt. She probably would have stayed there if her extra sensitive ears didn't pick up a faint call of 'medic' from the other end of the battlefield. "No rest for the weary I guess."

******

He felt numb, weightless. He opened his eyes but was meet by a stinging liquid and quickly shut them again. Regen tank. He tried to remember how he had got there; the last thing he could recall was finishing off a few dozen natives and then a large heat at his back. Seems like someone got lucky, well, not that lucky. I'm still here. Then he felt the liquid begin to drain from the tank, he waited until it was done to remove the breathing mask. When he stepped out he was meet by a sarcastic barb.

"So you don't need medics, eh?"

He glared over at the control console and was meet by a pair of emerald eyes expressing a mixture of scorn and amusement. He recognized those eyes. Ah, the medic from the battle. He humphed and turned to the table were his gear was laid out. Picking up a towel that was there, he began to dry off his damp skin.

Oh he's a cocky one isn't he. Though she was trying to be disgusted Quanila couldn't help but admire his well-muscled body. He was tall, easily 6'5", something that she liked since she was 6'1/2" and there weren't very many males on the ship noticeably taller than her. He caught her staring at him when he twisted his body to dry the long brown tail at the base of his back. He flashed her a smug smirk that caused her to cross her arms and turn to the side to try and keep from blushing.

Tankul quickly dressed, sauntered over, and leaned on the console. "Now, I believe that we have some unfinished business." He brought his tail up to stroke her cheek.

"I don't think so solider." Quanila brought her own tail up to slap his away.

His eyes widened noticeably before narrowing slyly. His interest was peaked. "You're awful mouthy for a slave."

She gave him a look that should have melted titanium and when she spoke her voice dripped with venom. " Is that anyway to talk to the person who saved your life?!?!"

He was having fun. Not many slaves had the guts to argue with him. This could be very interesting.

Then Quanila remembered herself and became very business-like. " Your orders, sir, are to return to Vejitisie to rejoin your squad. We will rendevue with a connecting transport in three days. Your temporary quarters are on deck 5 room 12. Please follow all recommended recovery procedures." She then returned her attention to the control console and began close down procedures.

Tankul was completely shocked at being dismissed so abruptly, especially by a medical slave. He remained motionless for a few seconds before stalking out of the medical facility.

*****

Her duty shift done, Quanila walked down the corridor to her quarters. She opened the door and breathed a sigh of relief. She was always happy to return to her little home. It wasn't much really, more like a large closet than a room. She had a footlocker, fold down bunk, desk with her data console, and a chair. She shared a bathing facility with the room to her right. It was small yes, but it was hers. A luxury that few slaves had, and she had worked hard to get it. Risking her life time after time to save officers and soldiers alike. Plus she had been on this ship for nearly five years now, working her way up the technical ranks to become 2nd chief medical officer.

Quanila stepped in, the door closing automatically behind her, and crossed to the far wall to sit at her desk. She was putting the final touches on her SDPCFR form. She already had her medical supervisor's approval and recommendation, all she needed now was the captain's and she could send it in. She couldn't believe it, after 20 years as a slave she was on the verge of freedom. She had her meeting with the captain tomorrow and once she turned everything in the process should take no longer than six months. Quanila leaned back in her chair and began to daydream about what it would be like to be free again. Her reverie was broken by a knock at the bathroom door.

"Come in Chipie" she called out. The door slid back to reveal a short humanoid with pale yellow skin and blue hair.

"Hey hun. Ya off duty."

"Yup"

"Gotta rest day tomorrow?"

"Yup"

Chipie crossed to Quanila's bed and hopped up on it, her dangling legs not quite touching the floor. "Good, then you're coming with me."

"And where exactly are we going?" Quanila questioned Chipie, eyeing her suspiciously.

"You never hear anything good in that medbay do you?"

"Nope. I'm afraid that you mess hall jockeys control the grapevine around here. Now out with it, what's going on?"

"That's a fine way to talk to a head cook. Remind me to spit in your food next time you eat on my shift."

"Chipashion" Quanila growled impatiently.

"Keep your fur down. There's a big party in the main training room tonight. The captain has released 20 barrels of Shangul ale. He got a big bonus for the planet we cleared before this one."

"Oh ya I remember. Only had to deal with one rash someone got from some native grass.

"Yeh, anyway, apparently King Cold got top price for it because we didn't mark it up. Soo, are you coming?" She cocked her head to the side and gave Quanila a wide-eyed questioning look.

"Definitely not. I've got a meeting with the captain tomorrow and I'm not going into it with a hangover."

"Well girl," Chipie slapped her knee and hopped off the bed. "That settles it. You gotta go. Captain won't be very happy if you pass up his celebration." She stood behind Quanila's chair and hugged her shoulders.

Quanila gave her a crossed look out of the corner of her eye then gave in. "You win."

"Great!!" Chipie slapped her on the back. "Now, what are you going to wear?"

Quanila placed her head on her folded arms and began shaking it back and forth disgustedly.

"Oh come on, don't tell me that you're going to wear a plain old shipsuit. Come on. Take the opportunity to strut your stuff. Live a little. Walk on the wild side. Get down with your..."

"ALRIGHT... alright. Anything to shut you up." She glared over at Chipie who only flashed her a bright smile.

"Great, you get in the shower. I'll pick out the clothes."

Quanila began mumbling in her native language about insane cooks even as she stripped off her shipsuit and headed for the shower.

*****

These idiots have no clue how to have a good time. No fights and this slope isn't strong enough to get a baby drunk. Tankul sulked from his corner. The idea of fun on this ship must be gyrating your body to this noise they claim is music. Commotion from the entrance drew his attention. To a chorus of whistles two figures emerged from the crowd. One tall and slim, the other short but well proportioned. Even though Tankul was a Saiyan, and these two obviously were not, he had been in the off-world forces a long time and had an appreciation of the female form, even in other species.

*****

Quanila would never admit it to Chipie but she was enjoying herself. She usually kept herself very reserved and professional. Medics in the military were necessary but not exactly revered. So now that she had the opportunity loosen up she was going to take advantage of it.

"CHIPIE!!" A crowd against the wall called out and Quanila found herself dragged by the arm to join them. Two stools opened up at the make shift bar. A hand came up to help her sit. She looked at the owner; he was a fairly good-looking humanoid. Orange complexion, white moustache and hair both nicely trimmed, and two curved horns at the top of his head. Remembering that she was going to have a fun tonight she graced him with a suggestive half smile as she took his hand and sat down. A mug of ale was immediately placed in front of her. To her right Chipie was already flirting with two males. They raised their glasses to each other in a silent toast. Chipie downed hers in one swallow while Quanila mearly sipped at hers. She was going to have fun tonight but she still had a meeting in the morning.

She returned her attention to her bar mate and began to chat. He was navigation officer, enlisted not a slave, and had only been on the ship for about two months. She told him that she had been stationed here for five years but neglected to reveal that she was a medtech or a slave. No use dealing with any pre-conceived notions there. They talked for a while before she excused herself. He's ok. But too much of a stuffed shirt for me.

Quanila began to make a circuit of the room, all the while absently sipping at her mug of ale. When a slow partners song began to play she was immediately approached by three males. She favored one of her fellow medtechs with the first dance. Then the taller of the remaining two. The music changed and she shared a fast dance with the last one. Quanila turned to go back to the bar only to find another group of guys who wished to share her company. She was still pretty energetic so she did not refuse them. After a full fifteen minutes of non-stop dancing with she couldn't count how many partners, Quanila excused herself.

"Wooho!! Party Animal!!" Chipie greeted her as she approached the bar. Quanila waved to the bartender, who quickly gave her a mug of ale. This time she downed the contents in two gulps.

"Ahh... That's good. ME!! How about YOU heartbreaker! If your mate were here he'd kill you." Quanila said while still attempting to catch her breath.

"Mate? What are you talking about? Oh... him. Feh. That was over 25 years ago, before I became a slave. Besides, I didn't like him much anyways." Chipie raised her glass high over her head. "May the baka rot in the asteroid mines forever." With that she polished off another pint and Quanila, whose glass had been refilled, did with her.

They looked at each other and broke down in giggles. "Chipie, you are drunk."

"No I'm not, you are."

"Me. I've had what, three? You must've had at least ten since I went on the dance floor." Quanila waggled her finger at Chipie.

"I've only had nine. Thankyouverymuch." Her attention was distracted by a change in the music. It was an instrumental piece with a quick lilting melody. "Oh Quan, come dance with me. It's a folk song from my home world. You remember those steps I showed you?" Quanila nodded. "Good. Let's show these fellows what real dancing is."

*****

It took almost a full barrel but Tankul was finally getting a little loosened up. He had found some other soldiers who were as equally loose and started an arm wrestling contest in the corner. After breaking two arms and one table he could genuinely say that he was starting to enjoy himself. Tankul took another swig from his mug and noticed the movement in the center of the room from the corner of his eye.

"Hmm... What's this? A fight finally break out?"

At first glance it looked like two fighters measuring each other up but then they caught the tempo of the music and began to move towards each other. They meet in the middle and began turning about a point between them. As they circled their feet moved at amazing speeds, so fast than even his Saiyan eyes had trouble following them. Despite the speed of their feet they moved at a smooth flowing pace, their upper bodies and arms swaying gracefully.

The dance was mesmerizing and sensual. Tankul couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene. Through a veil of dusty gold hair he saw oval emerald eyes, half-lidded as if she too was caught in the trance of the dance. Letting the movement flow from her body instead of actually thinking about them. Tankul's eyes widened as he realized who the dancer was. The medic!! In confirmation he saw her tail brush her partners thigh and instantly the two leapt into the air.

They began to perform a series of astounding aerial acrobatics. Using the walls, ceiling, and each other as push-off points they flew through the air, without using ki, in perfect synchronization with one another and the music. They meet in the center and began to sink to the floor. As they descended the little one turned her back to the medic and locked her hands behind the medic's head. The medic in turn wrapped her arms around her partner's waist and threw them in to a spin. They gained momentum until they were moving so fast that they seemed to have disappeared to all but those with the keenest eye. The only evidence of their presence was the wind that whipped through crowd, knocking several of the spectators over. They slowed down and the little one sank kneeling to the floor while the medic stood behind her with feet planted firmly far apart. On the last triumphant note of the song the two performers threw their arms up and heads back.

There was a moment of stunned silence before the audience burst into loud cheers and applause. Tankul joined in the celebration until he snapped back to his senses and realized what he was doing was very un-Saiyan-like. He stopped clapping but continued to watch the pair in the middle of the room.

*****

Quanila was drawing air into her starving lungs and bathing in the applause. She broke her pose and reached down to pull Chipie up. She draped one arm over Chipie's shoulders and Chipie put her arm around Quan's torso. They waved and bowed to the crowd, accepting praise and declining the offers of the crowd of males that suddenly surrounded them. After a while they were finally able to get away from all the well wishers and headed to the bar. They each had another pint to ease the dryness in their throats caused by such activity. The head bartender then paced two glasses of bright blue liquid in from of them.

"Here you go ladies. The good stuff, compliments of the captain." Chipie and Quanila looked at each other, shrugged, toasted and then downed the drinks.

"Woah... That is good!" Chipie exclaimed. "Any chance I can get another?" She winked at the bartender and leaned over the counter suggestively.

"Oh no you don't. *hiccup* You're stoked and so am I. We're going home." Quanila stated emphatically.

"Come on Quuaaaaan." Chipie wined. "Just a little *hiccup* longer. Besides, there's lots of guys here who'll take me home later."

"Nope, I don't think so. Let's go lover girl." Quan left, dragging the protesting Chipie out the door with her. They headed down the corridor in a slow stumbling progression. Neither noticed the tall figure that followed after them.

*****

"O.k....o.k....stop..stop.... Quan I can't go any further." Chipie collapsed on the side of the corridor pulling Quan down with her.

"Yes you can. See I can do it." Quan stood with the help of the wall and started walking. She got about 3 feet before she lost her balance and fell on her back. Chipie crawled over and laid her head next to Quan's. Both stared at the ceiling for a long time.

"Hey Quan."

"Ya Chip."

"How long has the ceiling had eyes?"

Quanila contemplated this for a moment. "I don't think it's the ceiling. Ceilings don't have eyes, and a nose, and mouth."

"Ouh, ouh, I know, I know, it's a person." Chipie said as she flailed her hand around to try and slap Quan's shoulder in the excitement of her revelation.

"You are so observant. Where are you two trying to go?" the face leaning over them said.

"Oh, Chipie. It's a knight in shining armor." Quanila reached her long arms up and grabbed the figure by the back of the neck. Clearly startled he stood up quickly, but Quan had a good grip and held on. In unexpected deftness, given her current condition, Quanila swung herself onto his back, hugged his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist.

*****

He took a sharp intake of breath, unfortunately that only made the female on his back tighten her legs, under which his tail was pinned.

"Hey" the little one on the called reaching her arms towards him, "I want a ride too." Tankul resigned himself that he had just become the taxi for these two women. He bent down and scooped her up as she giggled incessantly. "Hey Quan" he felt the other female poke her head out from behind his hair. "Like him I call dibs." The pressure on his tail tightened again.

"Oh, no you don't you hussy, you're drunk, plus I caught him first." She nuzzled her cheek against his, it felt odd because it wasn't smooth skin like he expected but soft downy fur.

The two females bickered at each other for a few minutes until Tankul had had enough. "Where am I taking you two?" he tried to growl but it came out more like a plea since his tail was being pinched.

"Deck 10 room 32" was the soft nearly sensual reply in his ear. Gritting his teeth he headed towards the lift.

By the time he reached it the one in his arms had passed out. No such luck with the one on his back. During the lift ride she had rediscovered her own tail and was tickling his nose with it. Then she tried to find other areas where he might be ticklish. Ending up wrapping her wondering appendage around his upper left thigh. As he walked down the hall on her deck she nibbled his ear and let her fingers dance across his chest armor. Just before he got to the door she told him he felt the pressure on his neck and tail loosen. She put her chin on his shoulder and unbelievably began to purr.

He reached the door and backed in, the bio recognizers automatically opening it. He entered the small cramped room and saw the bunk in it's upright position. He unlatched it and placed the little one on it. Now with both hands free he could turn his attention to the one on his back. He unwrapped her legs first, taking a moment to unwind his tail from his waist and let the blood circulation flow freely again. Then he pried her arms away from his neck and laid her on the bunk next to the other female.

Tankul turned to go, only to be held back by something. He looked down and realized that one more part of her still remained attached to him. He detwined her tail from his thigh, giving it a quick pet, caressing the soft fur before releasing it. Instead of wrapping itself around her waist like a Saiyan's tail would, it hung down off the bed and the end began to twitch back and forth. Tankul left and in the corridor he turned around and gave the now closed door a long thoughtful look before heading back to the lift to return to his own quarters.

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Hello ^_^* This is the first fanfic I've posted here. Based on the one review I recieved already *thankies* I feel that I should explain myself a little bit. I prefer to write stories using the context of a series, not the actual characters. So many other people do that better than I do. This story uses Sayians and Cold's forces but that is not the main focus. If your looking for the Z gang you're in the wrong place. Quanila is a feline looking alien. Chippie is a diffrent type of alien. (I have pics of both on my site: click on the namek doll) It's a very mixed crew. I got this idea from the scene of Frieza's base during the fight between him and Goku and scenes of Frieza's ship with the many alien types present. I may be slow in producing chapters but if I get the impression that people actually like the story I'll get my butt in gear. Enjoy ^_^*