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Chapter 13: Curveball
... "Name's Raditz."
"Oh, you're Bardock's son!" I say, recognizing the name. We slow down our pace to a light sprint. He nods his head once.
"Actually, I'm the older brother. Kakarot is my new brother," he says. I blink. He has a sibling now?
"How do you know who I am?" I ask. Chills run down my spine to the tip of my tail as I ask that question. The older boy looks away, with a light tint gracing his cheeks.
"My father hears about all of the higher-class soldiers. And I had heard a lot about you, Arugelle. Like about how your hair had turned to white one day, after they took your servant," he says freely. I clench my jaw. Ms. Rooto. He had heard about Ms. Rooto, my hair... what else had he heard about?
"Ugh," I grunt. I slow to a halt, eyes downcast. I feel my anger coursing through me. "Why must your father relay information back to you?"
A hand goes to my shoulder, and I look up to see a cocky grin and amusement twinkling in his dark pools. "We may be lower in class, but that makes family that much more important to us," he says, still grinning. He removes his hand from my shoulder and sits down with his legs crossed. "Here, I want to try something."
I roll my eyes and sit down with an unlady-like plop. He chuckles and holds his hand palm-up. A bright red sphere grows in his palm, shining with the light of one of our suns. I become entranced by the curious body. "It's ki," he says. I blink in bewilderment. It quickly disappears, and I pout. "You try it!"
My mouth forms a straight line. "How?" I hear him sigh in agitation.
"Your father hasn't taught you?" he growls, exasperated. "Fine. Focus on your energy. Bring it all into your center, and then once you have enough, pull it out into your hand. It tingles the first dozen times or so, but..." his voice trails off. As he told the instructions, I had done each step with my eyes closed. His voice cracks at the sight of a glowing orb levitating in my hand, the tingle in my palm growing. I open my eyes and see the violet ki swirling in my hand. I can't help the excited smile on my face. Raditz jumps up enthusiastically.
"Awesome, Arugelle! Now, we can do what I wanted," he says. He powers up a ki ball in his right hand, and I mimic his action in my right hand. "I've never done this before, so I don't know what'll happen."
"What are you planning?" I ask.
"Just watch," he says. My eyes follow his left hand, hovering over my ki sphere. "Just stay calm." I hold my sphere of energy steady as he briefly touches it. The action sends a wave of goose bumps up my arm, and the chill lingers in my center. He takes a breath, and smiles after recovering. "Your turn." Not one to back down from a challenge, I take my left hand and extend it over his crimson ki sphere. I feel a slight tingle of his ki licking at my palm. I gulp, and quickly dip my finger into his sphere and retract my hand. The warmth spreads from my fingertip to my shoulder, and I can't help the heat rising in my cheeks, nor my hastily-beating heart. What is this feeling?
After our ki spheres dissipate, I watch with wondering eyes as Raditz stands up with a smile.
"Raditz?" I say, curiously. The rush of feeling his ki within me leaves me, though I want more. I stand up in front of him and stare into his eyes. His forehead leans into mine, his eyes closed. He removes it after a couple breaths and I feel the feathery touch of his lips in the center of forehead.
"Hayashi," a garbled voice snaps me back to reality. I feel fingers on my lips, and a bitter object moving around in my mouth. I crunch down on it and instantly feel rejuvenated. I blink twice, my vision revealing Goku in front of me, and propping my head up.
"I knew you'd be here, Goku," I say with a smile. He nods solemnly. I sit up and rub my stomach, the dull pain vanishing.
"What happened?" he asks. I look over to notice the lack of presence on the Z fighter side. My eyes widen at the realization.
"Where are Krillin and Gohan?" I ask.
"The two flew off to go someplace safer. The two of us can fight them off, don't you think?" he says, his classic grin on his face. I nod.
"The big one, Nappa, killed Tien and Piccolo. A Saibaman killed Yamcha. Chiaotzu tried to kill Nappa, but with his self-destruction ability," I say. "Not in that order." My heart feels heavy, looking over at Raditz, who looks worse for wear. Marks tarnish his skin, his blood is caked on his arms, and pieces of his armor are missing, the telltale chunks out of his chest plate and shoulder guards. "What happened to Raditz?"
"No idea. He was like that when I showed up," he says, showing no compassion for his older brother. Then again, I guess I wouldn't. I stand up with ease and turn my attention to the tall bald Saiyan warrior, feeling my gut turn with disgust.
"Shall we double team him then?" I ask in a hushed tone. He quirks an eyebrow and shrugs.
"Sure we can," he responds with a grin.
I watch the prince quirk an eyebrow up, and eye Nappa with seriousness. By the look on Nappa's face, he appears to be a mix between livid and shocked. With his fists balled out, ready to punch, he releases am earth-shaking roar that may have had me petrified with fear if I were human. I smirk, fueling his anger.
"You've killed my friends, you've hurt my son and best friends, so I'm only going to ask once nicely to leave Earth in peace," Goku says with the utmost seriousness. His power has grown exponentially, and though he's suppressing it currently, I can feel him holding back. Both Nappa and Vegeta laugh boisterously at his request.
"Kakarot, look what this planet has done to you! A natural-born killer, reduced to a pacifist?" Vegeta chuckles darkly.
"Goku, they aren't going to budge with words," I warn. I lock eyes with Raditz, noting the grimace on his face as he sits where Vegeta had been. My mind echoes Nappa's words, about Raditz and I being mates. Then again, I don't remember much of the courtship, or was even told about that sort of stuff. I guess it'll be something to ask Raditz if I ever get the chance. I would ask him mentally, but I do need to focus on the issue at hand
"You know I had to try," he says sadly. With renewed ferocity, Goku assumes his fighting stance, and I follow. His eyes turn to me, and I nod. Both Goku and I have fought alongside each other to know how we're going to attack the enemy. It was only Goku's dark concerned eyes on my determined ones that I realize that this particular enemy means business. Sure, they all did. It was the cruelty in Nappa's sneer that makes us uneasy.
We stay in our stances until the bald Saiyan launches toward the both of us in anger. His fist rears back to punch Goku, to which he catches with ease. I watch as Nappa attempts to kick at me, but his movements seem slower to me now. Had I been damaged so badly, my speed had increased? No way. Both Goku and I hit him at the same time, Goku with a punch to the face, and I with a kick to his very unguarded groin. He stumbles backwards.
"Vegeta, I need your help," he says in a pleading voice. The prince crosses his arms disdainfully. "Just tell me what the scouter says about their power levels."
Vegeta huffs, and his finger taps the scouter a couple times waiting for whatever figures on his red-tinted screen to stop. Thirty seconds pass, and with a snarl, he tosses it to the ground, sparks shooting out of it.
"Impossible! They're both over-" Vegeta stops at the sound of Raditz's coughing. His grimace turns to a grin. Vegeta turns a glare to the long-haired Saiyan warrior. "Raditz! Enough of that!"
The tall Saiyan stands up and begins walking towards us. I can feel Goku tensing with each step he takes, but I can't help but feel eerily calm. Upon closer inspection, I notice his eye is swollen closed, red and purple covering the lump. I take a breath through my nose once he stops.
"My brother and you have exceeded the power level of an Elite," he says. His grin widens, showing his pearly white teeth, and begins laughing. "Two Saiyans, thought to be of the weakest have surpassed the power of the Elite!" I watch as he turns his back on us, perhaps to stare at his comrades.
"Raditz, you traitor, what do ya think yer doing?" Nappa shouts out. I blink wildly. This is similar to the dream I had last year! With a gulp, I know what I must do. I take a step forward, standing next to the wounded warrior. I feel his gaze on me and quickly disappears.
"No, Nappa, you're the traitor," he says with a deathly serious tone.
"Hayashi, what are you-" Goku stops when I whip my head to him. I blink twice, wink with my left eye, and wiggle my nose. He tilts his head to the side and his eyes grow large. I pucker my lips, and give a light shush to him. He nods and stays back. I turn my head back around, and feel a warm tingling sensation in my left hand.
"Arugelle," he whispers to me. I send ki to my left hand as well, knowing he feels the same warmth and tingle as so many years ago. "We can't afford to let him know about you."
"Him?" I ask. He holds my hand out in front, red mixing with lavender ki.
"You sentimental idiot! What do you think you're doing, Raditz?!" Vegeta shrieks out, annoyed with his comrade's behavior.
"Vegeta, Nappa has planned to betray us!" he shouts out. The words don't hold any meaning to us, but then I briefly remember my astral projection.
"Let's take these two to Lord Frieza..."
"Frieza," I say in a whisper. Before anyone can react, I suck in a deep breath and release the ki blast at Nappa. "Bloody Sunday!" The swirling ki engulf his body, leaving nothing but smoke in the aftermath.
I turn my body to Goku, my head lowered in thought. I had just killed Nappa. With his comrade's help. What did Raditz have up his sleeve? I'm sure there was something.
"Hayashi-" I lift a hand, not wanting to hear how I had been completely ruthless.
"It needed to happen," I say. I look up at Raditz from under my white spikes, and see his sad smile. I glance back, watching Vegeta's seething form quaking in fury. The glint in his obsidian eyes holds sinister thoughts, and my stomach twists with nerves. The tension eventually eases, but the pin pricks of treachery warn of something dangerous. "Goku, I'm going to take care of Raditz, so it'll be you and him on your own," I say. I place the taller Saiyan's arm over my shoulder and lift off.
"Damnit woman, I can fly by myself!" Raditz shouts at me. I casually take his arm off my shoulders, and watch as he struggles to come back up. Sighing, I rush back over to him and continue flying.
"Nice flying, Raditz," I say with an agitated grumble.
Silence fills the space we occupy, more so with the whooshing of the air as we fly. Raditz breaks the quiet atmosphere with a sigh.
"I'm surprised you're not going to ask about what Nappa said," he states casually.
"Do I really need to?" I ask. The silence falls around us once more until I hear his low chuckle.
"It happened when we dipped into each other's ki," he says. Chills run up my arms, but I continue flying. "I watched my mother and father do it sometimes, and I had wanted to try it. Funny, because I didn't think there were other ways of becoming mates aside from some primal romping around-"
I stop long enough to slap his face. I glare at him, heat tainting my cheeks in embarrassment and annoyance.
"So, because we ki-dipped, we're mates, and have been this whole time. Fucking great job there, genius," I snap. I watch him clench his jaw tightly, and we continue flying through the air.
I had hoped the stillness around us would last. Of course not.
"I meant it when I said family was important to me. Still is," he says. Those words hang heavy on me as we reach the area I had called home after Chi-chi and Goku got married. We sit near the lake closely. My anger begins to fizzle out, no longer able to keep myself angry with him. We had both been curious kids, and to know that I hadn't been the only one to remember such an even makes me slightly happier.
I power up a ki ball in my right hand, its violet glow reflecting in the water. A red glow appears next to mine, though smaller than the ball I made. I turn my body to his. We place our hands over each other's ki balls, relishing in the warmth and tingle, the goose bumps fluttering up my arms, and how we concentrate on our still hands. My concentration breaks after hearing a groan from him. We let the ki fade from our battle-worn hands, though the effects remain. His hands close over mine, and he leans forward, placing his lips on my forehead. I look up and slip my hands from his, and wrap my arms around his neck. His lips brush against mine softly and slowly before devouring them. I close my eyes, reveling in the feel of his mouth against mine, and our tongues massaging one another in a sensual dance. I feel his hands hovering over my body, his silken caresses taunting me in hopes my knees would buckle. With those touches, I feel the release in my tension.
I break away, gasping for air, and his lips descend onto the hollow of my neck. The feathery touch elicits a mewl from my mouth, which happens to fuel his desire. My hands find his hair and he stops his ministrations.
"Hair," he growls out. I snap out of my euphoric trance, for his hair? A mischievous smirk graces my bruised lips, and massage my fingertips into his scalp. The noise that escapes through his lips resembles the rumble of a cat's purr. I lick his masculine jaw line teasingly, and place a soft peck on his chin. His hands creep lower on my body, from my shoulders to the small of my back.
And then, the unexpected.
As his gaze had turned upwards in pleasure, his eyes lock onto an orb in the sky. Not the sun, but one that sings in my veins. Something of a song of foreboding and destruction. His eyes glow red, and his teeth elongate. Fur grows rapidly from his skin, and he becomes increasingly large. Including the tented bulge in his bottoms.
"Are you fucking serious?!" I shout out, cursing my luck. I continue to stare as Raditz almost stomps on me, and I fly up to his face. "Raditz!" I try to gain his attention to no avail. I shake my head, watching as he turns his back on me. His tail almost swipes me down with a flick. Wait, his tail!
"I'm sorry, Raditz. You leave me no choice," I say, shooting a blast at the root, severing his tail off. He releases a growl of pain, and begins falling. Judging by the shadow, he'll be landing in water and considering how high up he was- oh, no, he'd splatter like a rotten watermelon on pavement! I dive after him, and catch him before he met a watery grave. I hover back to safety, watching the Saiyan warrior rest. I grumble in defeat. I don't want him waking up alone, and I'm sure that he would terrorize Chi-chi. Seizing the opportunity, I undress myself, the wind blowing from the water causes me to shiver. I dip a toe in, and relax as I walk into it further. As little action as I saw during this fight, I did get a kill in. That fact alone soothes me to the bone.
My fingertips brush my still sensitive lips, enjoying the memory of his lips on mine. My hands slide lower, beneath the water's surface. With light touches, I prepare to relieve myself of the growing ache between my thighs, thanks to that damn man. Doing it without waking him would be the issue.
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