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Chapter One: 'Not so Alien'
It had been a hot, dry day. Luckily for him, the sun was rapidly setting over the horizon, and the heat would diminish a little as the stars began to make their appearances. In all of his luck, Radditzu just happened to be on outer palace duty on what seemed to be the hottest day of the decade on Vegeta-sei. Radditzu sighed as he wiped the forming sweat off of his brow as he kept his face towards the surrounding red scenery.
He blinked, catching something out of the corner of his eye. Turning to his left, he had to shield his sensitive vision when a strange whirlpool of of light came out of the middle of nowhere.
"What the-" the long-haired guard was thrust violently back against the palace walls with a powerful explosion of light and energy.
And then it was silent.
Rubbing the back of his head, Radditzu blinked a few times to try to shake off the dizziness. His Saiyan eyes readjusted quickly and stood up to investigate.
"What the fuck was that?" he growled out. Standing up, he gaped upon seeing none other than a female. The strangest part was the large, odd machine lying next to her unmoving form. The machine itself sported symbols on the side that Radditzu, himself couldn't recognize, but knew he could most likely look up in his lab. Turning his dark eyes back to the girl, he saw no immediate danger and decided to cautiously walked over to where she lay. Red, dry dirt (if you could call it that) made crunching noises under his boots with each step.
Her hair was not spiked, like all Saiyan female's were. In fact, it was mid- back long and straight. It was held up in the front with an tattered orange wrap. Radditzu snorted, at least it was traditional black, minus the brown and red blood that was matted into it. Turning her over with his bare hand, the guard winced upon seeing the blood gushing down from a cut atop her head. It was nothing a couple of hours in the regen tank couldn't handle.
Looking right and left, Radditzu decided to lift her, hearing her moans in protest when he did so. With his lack of medical knowledge, he guessed a few broken ribs, and maybe a disjointed socket in her right shoulder was the most serious of her injuries.
"Where did you come from, little female?" he asked gruffly to no one in particular as he carried her princess-style down the corridors. Radditzu had to ignore the looks he received from fellow soldiers, most of higher status. He just growled at them, shooting heated glares, telling them without words to back off. This had worked pretty efficiently all the way back to his room where he quickly pressed they access number and opened the series of digital locks.
Radditzu's room was located in science wing. When he wasn't on guard duty, he worked with his father in the labs. His father was a known technological and strategical genius. Mot to mention he was much respected by the nobler Saiyans. Radditzu transferred his thoughts back to the female, placing her rather too gently for his liking on his bed. He didn't even notice how he didn't mind that the sheets, his sheets, were soaking with blood. By memory, Radditzu turned on the regeneration tank. Only Royalty and Royal guards had access to the tanks in their very own bedrooms, but being his father had worked on the creation of the very machine, he had granted access to it. The machine hummed with life as Radditzu lifted the lid off and pulled out the oxygen mask to prepare for use.
Shrugging, he came to the uncomfortable conclusion he would have to undress her himself. So, focusing his vision on her face, he pulled off her gi and bandana, panties and bra soon following. Lifting her once again into his arms, the seven foot guard submerged her into the warm, blue, healing fluid. He pushed a few buttons on the machine and the lid automatically sealed tightly.
"See, that wasn't so bad," he sighed to himself. The questions were still present. How did she get here? Who exactly was she? Why was she here? Radditzu knew he was going to have to report to Vegeta-ou of his little finding, soon. A frown creased his brow, at least he could answer one, if not more, of those questions that plagued his brain. He took off down the hall, blood stained glove tightly clutched in hand as exited towards the labs.
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Son, Pan was drifting in and out of consciousness for past ten minutes. It seemed she was being thrown in and out of the two worlds, never in one for too long. Her head hurt like hell and she still couldn't distinguish just exactly where she was. Suddenly, a loud, high-pitched beeping noise became audible.
Blinking a few times, all she could see was.... blue? Abruptly, the beeping ended and the humming that had been present for hours had stopped. Furrowing her brows in confusion, Pan tried to figure out how to get out of the strange prison. Well, at least she wasn't claustrophobic, but was widely known for her lack of patience. Pan could barely make out two figures on the other side of the glass.
"Hey! Let me out of here!" she yelled panicking. What if they were enemies? What if they wanted to hurt her. There was only one thing she could do....
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Radditzu had just gotten back from the labs, confused as ever. It turned out that the female was amazingly part Chikyuu-jin and part Saiyan. Although most of her genetic make-up was Chikyuu, the Saiyan blood in her dominated the Chikyuu making her about half Saiyan.
'Even our blood is ruthless,' Radditzu mused to himself, thoughtfully. In the mean time, Romei, a fellow technician and mechanical genius, followed Radditzu back to his room to see the demi, female he had heard of from the burly Saiyan.
"So what are we going to do with her?" Romei asked his so-called friend with an arched brow.
"We? I see no we in this matter. It seems to me there is only a me. I found her," Radditzu snorted. Both were oblivious to the beeping noise coming from the regen tank in the background.
"Come on, you've got to be at least a little curious about this female. I mean, according to your story she just popped in from the middle of nowhere all of a sudden! How exactly did you explain it when you reported in to Vegeta-ou?" Romei asked genuinely curious. Radditzu's eyes looked downward at the mention of Vegeta-sama. Eyes widening, Romei waved his hands at the burly scientist.
"Don't tell me you haven't reported this already? Radditzu! What the hell were you thinking?!"
Interrupting the not-so-light conversation, a blast of light and energy whooshed from the regeneration tank, creating a loud explosion. Tritani- alloy and healing fluid was all over the small room soon as Romei and Radditzu watched, eyes wide in shock, as the girl floated in mid air over what was left of the regen tank.
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Pan blinked at the men in front of her, adorning armor similar in design to the Saiyan Prince's trademark spandex. Quickly she grounded herself, taking a fighting stance. Somehow, Pan expected them to do the same but all they did was stand there and gape at her like she had grown antennas, green skin and was sporting the name of a high-pitched wind instrument. Were they that intimidated by her? Was that it? The taller one with the strange eyepiece looked like a worthy enough opponent, but she had learned long ago looks can be deceiving when it came to battle (Vegeta). Pan cocked her head to the side at them in confusion, releasing her tense muscles. It was only until she felt where their eyes were burning brands onto her skin that she noticed her attire or lack thereof. Pan's eyes widened about three sizes and blushed a deep, deep scarlet to the roots of her hairs as she tried to cover her self with her arms. Looking quickly right and left, she spotted a nearby door, and ran into the room, slamming the door firmly behind her.
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About that time, Romei's eyes were bulging out. His nose was bleeding
heavily, and was feeling lightheaded (probably from the
blood loss).
"WOW!" he breathed out, his heart pounding. "Did you smell that?" he, to his own surprise, kept his voice from squeaking like a male during his pre- rut. Radditzu snorted and nodded.
"She's nearing season," he stated with an air of indifference. Romei gapped at his unmated friend.
"Are you telling me, she did NOT smell like the best thing you've ever smelt, ever?!" Romei was almost yelling at the Saiyan in front of him. He wouldn't of believed it if he hadn't of seen it with his very own eyes.
"She smelled good, Romei. The end," Radditzu growled, closing all discussion.
From the other side of the door that Pan had disappeared through came yelling, "Good, because you are NEVER smelling me again!" she yelled infuriatedly. Radditzu smirked as he waltzed over to the door, tail swinging behind him in amusement, and attempted to turn the handle. He knew the door sported no lock, so the resisting was clearly from her simply pulling on the handle. The smirk on his features, if possible grew bigger.
"You're going to have to come out of the closet sometime, onna," he laughed upon hearing the shriek of indignance from inside what was indeed, an closet.
"NO I DON'T!" she yelled in the same fierce, defiant tone she had used earlier. Radditzu had to suppers the laughter that once again brewed in his stomach when imagining the little demi still blushing to the bone. He didn't think a blush that deep would ever fade away. Don't get him wrong, he was beyond shocked to see her body in its most.... natural form without, but the opposite sex hadn't been as appealing after the death of his mate. Radditzu growled for show as he once again banged on the Titani-alloyed door.
"Look, I don't have time for this, little female," Radditzu was interrupted by an un-*lady* like string of curses and more screaming.
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"I'm not a fucking child," she said in a calm tone, while inwardly she was seething.
"She sure isn't," she heard a whistle and a loud yelp of pain coming from the other side of the door. Pan looked around the best she could for something to wear, all there was, was spandex and armor to place over the spandex. Grabbing one of the identical spandex, she proceeded to put it on, not minding how snugly it fit. It was in fact kind of nice.
"All right, have it your way! We'll talk through the bloody door!" she heard him sigh in defeat and lean against the door. It was amazing how much her hearing could pick up when she thought about it.
"Okay... I guess.." she consented.
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"Name?" Radditzu asked, sticking to the simple questions.
"Son, Pan. My turn. What's your name?"
"Radditzu. My turn. Who are your parents?"
"Son, Gohan and Videl." Pan teared up thinking about her parents. Was it their fault she couldn't live there anymore? Of course not...
"Both aren't Saiyan names-" Radditzu accused but Pan interrupted him with another question.
"Where are we?"
"Vegeta-sei," he replied, rolling his eyes. Romei, who had remained silent all this time, shot his fellow Saiyan a confused glance. How could she not know where she was, she arrived on her own to their knowledge. There was a long pause on the other side of the door until Pan spoke again.
"N-nani?" she choked out.
"Veg-"
"I heard you the first time, I just couldn't believe it!" she snapped at him. Radditzu and Romei shared another confused glance. "How could this be? Your not supposed to be here!" she ranted on. "This can't be happening. What about Chikyuu? What about Marron, and Mom and Dad?" She was now near hysteria. It was very possible she wasn't even born in this time.
"Girl! Enough of your blabbering, I need to take you to Vegeta-ou now!" Radditzu roared. 'Vegeta...' this was all too much for her. Vegeta? A king? Was this some sort of hellish nightmare?
"No!" she shrieked from the inside, clutching the door handle tighter. Radditzu sighed as he began forming a small ball of ki in his hand. Putting his hand on the door, the metal of the handle heated up upon contact.
"Ah! Hot, hot, hot!" Pan cried clutching her burned hand. He smirked, opening the door with ease. Pan cowered a little as light flooded into the small closet.
"Uh... hello?" she seemed nervous about something. Looking right and left, Pan had discovered that the other Saiyan had left already.
"So nice of you to join me," his smile was intimidating as he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and proceeded down the corridors.
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Next Chapter: Next chapter, King Vegeta is gone on diplomatic mission or aka 'weak treaty crap' And who makes an appearance but the last person Pan saw on Chikyuu. That must mean *gasp*..... yes! the bastard of a Prince is hanging around even in this reality. How is this possible? But what deal has Pan struck with Radditzu? Pan makes a little visit to the training facilities, and attracts some unwanted attention from the unmated males (she's rapidly nearing season! X_X). *grins wickedly*
All is explained in the next chapter "This Means War..."
(Small note from Mintly):
All right, I've read all these stories where Vegeta claims that the Saiyan race have no modesty at all and do not care if they all waltz around naked or not (read some of Selenity Jade's work if you have no idea what I'm talking about *thumbs up*). I've decided to take a different approach here, bringing up the fact that you always see the Saiyans adorned in so much armor (head to toe!) and.... well, I like modesty! So, NYAH! To all those of you who don't like it!
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Stan: So, when shall the next chapter be coming out?
Mintly: I'm not sure. I've got some ideas for upcoming chapters. I think I'll need some help though @_@
Stan: *narrows eyes* You're truly from hell.
Mintly: *grins cheekily* Thanks little sprite!
Stan: Pan and Radditzu eh? I've never read fics containing that friendship. They're related.
Mintly: *nods* Distantly. She's his great niece. [[isn't it funny how many generations the series goes through?]]
Stan: Yeah, she IS a pretty cool chick.
Mintly: Har har har..
Stan: How are you going to explain that bizarre one?
Mintly: I could do it right here, but I'm sure no one is listening in to our conversation.
*crickets chirp*
Stan: Anywho! Are there any other Super Saiyan's in this fic? Or is Pan incredibly strong compared to the others?
Mintly: *grins* You'll just have to do a little R&R-ing to find out little sprite.
Stan: *rolls eyes*
Thanks -Mint n Stan