AN: I have most of this first section written out. It's what to do afterwards that's the problem. I have many ideas bouncing around, (especially because there is a sequel to this, set post-Cell saga) but I can't figure out how to get them to work. And I lost my outline. ::pout:: Ah well. I have other fics to finish. Maybe I should put Raditz into a Twisted Short.
Raditz: Hey! No messing with the clothes!
Me: I said Twisted Short, not twisted shorts. As in, the collection of randomness I have. Sheesh.
Raditz: Oh. ::grumbles:: And what's this about a shower scene?
Me: Jerk! You weren't supposed to give that away!
Raditz: Heh.
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Slowly, and hidden from her master by her hair, she winked up at the armored warrior towering over her, and smiled slightly. As her owner glared down at her, her face melted back into the bland, stupid look he'd seen a few moments ago.
Raditz was definitely intrigued. Before the merchant could drag the girl away, he made up his mind. "How much?" he asked quietly.
The Kan'tarran's vertical pupils widened in surprise, and then narrowed as he figured how much he could get from this Saiyan. He had to have heard Frieza had sent "the monkeys" out shopping on a whim. Nearly every merchant they had passed had been making sly comments or staring in amusement. "Oh, you don't want her, my lord," he purred. "She's a weak, stupid thing. Can't even withstand the gravity here without that belt." He gestured to the gleaming metal band around her waist. "I only keep her because I don't want to spare my others for drudge work. Now if you're looking for a fine piece of flesh I —urk!"
Raditz's hand shot out and wrapped around the feline's throat, lifting him up to eye level. "Listen closely, since I'm going to say this once," he said calmly. "I am not," he shook his arm slightly to emphasize the point, "having a good day. I am bored and hungry, and thanks to this little twit I am now drenched and probably filthy. I am seriously considering snapping her neck and walking away, but my mother taught me not to break toys that weren't mine." Raditz smiled then, thoroughly enjoying himself.
The slaver started to shiver. He'd never seen anything as terrifying as this huge warrior. If he'd only known that Raditz was starting to enjoy himself, … "T-ten credits!" he squeaked.
Raditz looked at him pityingly. "If she had any skills worth mentioning, I might think about it. She obviously can't speak Standard, so she's probably as dumb as the dirt she's covered in. I'm beginning to doubt she's anything more than rags and hair, which precludes any physical pleasure I could get from her before I kill her."
"Fi-five credits!" the merchant gasped.
Raditz loosened his grip ever so slightly. His gaze turned thoughtful. "Maybe I'll just snap your neck instead. After all, she is your responsibility, and there's no one around to try and make me pay for you." His grip tightened again.
The Kan'tarran panicked. "Take her! Take her with my blessing!" he shrieked. Abruptly the hand holding him let go and he crashed to the ground, clutching his bruised throat.
The long-haired Saiyan smirked. "I'm not much on blessings, but I'll take her anyway. Chain her. I don't want to have to chase her down before I've had a chance to … enjoy myself."
The feline merchant scrambled to his feet and all but ran into his shop. He emerged a few seconds later with the requested shackles. Quickly, he cuffed the girl's ankles, linking them with three feet of sturdy chain. He snapped similar bands to her wrists, but there was only a foot between them, with an O-ring in the middle. He clipped a long chain to the ring and hauled her to her feet.
Raditz looked down at the pitiful creature before him. The chains were completely unnecessary, physically, but he did admit that they had a profound mental effect on the slaves. Plus, he liked the way they looked.
Wrapping the end of the leash around his left hand, he flipped the slaver a temporary-credit chip. "There's three, for the belt," Raditz said, smirking. He jerked the chain once, and the girl fell into step behind him.