Arboretum Fun and Sobering Realizations
There is lemon lime in this chapter! I don't own this, except for Atomique, Fermi, and Bohr. References to a yaoi relationship between Raditz and Turles are discussed, but not explicitly, just to warn those who are offended by such things. Toriyama owns DBZ, and Toei Animation Studioes brought it to life! I don't get any money! Please Read and Review!
She was very quiet on the flight back to capsule. Raditz sensed she was distracted, so he said little till they approached the huge dome. "Are you all right, Tomique-chan?" he asked.
"I'm fine, I'm just sorry about…" she said sadly.
"Don't think of it. I think you require a bit of distraction before you start your work for the Princess today. The new lab is still being renovated…" Raditz said, levitating just near the front doors. He seemed to hesitate a bit, and then entered.
He gave her thigh a squeeze, and then shot through the complex, levitating as he flew through the halls. She clung to his hair, taking great fistfuls of it through her fingers before scratching his scalp. Raditz purred like a great cat, enjoying the raking nails abrading his skin.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"To the garden complex," he said, holding onto her.
"How do you get away with all this, hmm?" she asked.
"All WHAT?" he murmured, biting her ear. Atomique winced at the feel of his teeth biting into her skin, then his tongue lapping off her blood.
"Guarding me without getting your prince pissed off because half the time we seem to try to be finding ways to sneak away and you know…" she groaned.
"What was that?' he rumbled.
"Damn you insatiable idiot!"
"It's not MY fault you smell and taste so delectable," Raditz purred. He kicked open the door to the arboretum, and strode forwards on massive black armored boots.
"Are we going to play Tarzan and Jane?" she asked.
"Excuse me?" Raditz glanced at her.
"Well, that's ANOTHER DVD we're going to have to introduce you to," she said, scratching him under the chin. She couldn't believe how at ease she felt with the bloodthirsty Saiyan warrior, who could crush her bones to powder in his hands. Nevertheless something about being around him excited and thrilled her.
"Is it another reference to feral humanoids?" he asked, levitating up into the enormous trees that they kept there. It reminded him of Vejitasei, and he wished that he could convince this human to accept him in lieu of her mate's memory. Yet the Prince would reprimand him for taking a ningen as a mate without permission. Unbeknownst to her, he already had marked her as mate. In all intents and purposes. Yet she had not accepted his proposal. It was a cruel joke he was playing on himself. If he hadn't the chance to constantly be around her and mate with her he would go mad.
"I don't know WHY but every time I'm around you I get… aroused…" she whispered.
"Mmm, likewise. Is that a problem?" Raditz mumbled, wrapping her in his tail as he began to unbutton her clothes again.
"Are you STILL going to…? Good god I'm going to be sore."
"Umm I think not," Raditz purred, throwing her clothes down onto the branches of the tree. He carefully turned her so she was facing forwards, and he could reach around to caress her bare front. Only his furry tail hitched around her waist, dangling her ten feet in the air of the greenhouse. He breathed into her ear, biting and nibbling. He sank his canines into the spot between shoulder and neck, feasting on the blood.
"Oho I'm going anemic… dizzy…"
"Relax Tomique-chan and mate with me," he growled, struggling urgently at his armor.
"Turn me around, monkey man and I'll help you with that problem," she said.
In pure daylight they levitated, Atomique reaching up to seize fistfuls of his hair while he supported her with his furry tail around her hips. She glanced down, rubbing his scar-covered chest. His tongue descended on her breasts, flicking each to life. Goose pimples erupted over her pale olive skin, body hair seemingly more abundant then she wanted to admit.
"I forgot to shave my legs again," she mumbled.
"Leave it," Raditz growled. "It resembles a Saiyan female…"
"Huh, since when do YOU have a say in what I do with my body?" she mumbled.
"Because, you're mine," he grumbled.
"Excuse me?" she asked, glaring at him through shortsighted eyes.
Raditz coughed uncomfortably, realizing he had almost given away his secret. He rapidly explained, "Because I'm accustomed to having a female for my pleasure when I was in Freiza's employ, and I know nothing of your earth customs. And Saiyan males are VERY dominant…"
'You'll be the death of me… but I want you," she mumbled. Being a size 18 had its advantages, she thought. Although she was just less than five foot five, her body was stocky; broad shouldered, big busted and wide hipped.
Raditz enjoyed pinching the gentle folds of flesh around her belly, back, and thighs. She weighed almost nothing to him, her dark eyes staring at the blur before them when he removed the glasses from her face to put them into his boot. Only his boots and gauntlets remained of his armor, the rest scattered about the forest floor. Presently her battle power was 300, a mere fraction of his. Yet when he got her going, there was the distinct possibility it would come close to his. Even without her powers she would still be a 15 or a 20 with the intensity of her mind, and adding the stockiness of her body. Weak, but not as delicate as some.
"Take the damn scouter off. I want to see your face, Tarzan," she joked.
"I insist if you're going to use such ridiculous pet names, kindly resort to the ones before that," he grumbled, making a face that indicated he wasn't pleased. However she pulled the device off his face. He folded it carefully, adhering it to his other boot so that he could still detect any nosy people who would interrupt them.
"Sorry, you're no fun," she mumbled.
"You're forgiven female, but be glad I'm patient," Raditz hummed, settling his lips on hers awkwardly. She rubbed his shoulders, tickling along his landscape of scars. Lightly he traced his finger down the healing mottled burns that were pink shiny blotches atop her olive complexion.
"Good," she mumbled against his massive lips, nipping them. For a time he practiced kissing her, letting his tongue roll across hers in her sweet mouth. Inhaling the scent of her arousal and the taste of her saliva mingling with his, he delighted that her heart was pounding faster against his.
Trying not to crush her bones, though they were a bit denser then most humans, Raditz joined their bodies as one. Taking pity on her, Raditz carefully flared his ki to surge into her body.
"Take some of mine… that should… push your body to get over its soreness…" Raditz mumbled. Temporarily drained, he felt himself drop towards the grassy lawn.
Atomique reached out, catching herself with the power of her mind to levitate. She gasped, "Let me help… I can… take some of the load…"
"Fortunately you are a genius by your species reckoning; otherwise you'd not be able to use ki like this…" Raditz whispered. "Just stay still and let me move this time. It won't hurt if you don't fight me…"
"I wish I could mate with you all day… I HAD been able to do it with Paul… but he wasn't as rough as you are… he said I was too rough…"
"You're deliciously aggressive, Tomique," Raditz moaned, voice deepening with his contentment. He levitated till his boots touched the ground and he could stagger over and lay her down on the bed of soft grass.
"Was that… good for you?" she asked, scolding herself for sounding so crude, yet knowing Raditz preferred bluntness to tact.
"Very, Tomique chan," Raditz purred.
At that instant a bolt of haunting familiarity washed over her effectively reducing her to shyness. She asked, "Are you sure I shouldn't worry about you constantly biting me on the neck? I just don't get why I can't bite you where you keep biting me…"
"Because, you don't want something permanent," Raditz said quietly, staring up at the dome curving overhead. He rested both arms behind his head. Both of them lay on the soft grass, Atomique resting her head on his chest while he lightly twisted his tail around her body. Under her ear she heard the massive bass drum beat of his strong heart.
"Oh," Atomique murmured. "If I were Saiyan…"
"You think that's the reason I hesitate?" he asked.
"Isn't it?" she asked, sitting up and glancing down at him.
"You are faithful to the memory of your dead mate. I cannot and will not interfere with that honor," Raditz said glancing up at her.
"Oh… wow…" she said, noticing the darkness in his black eyes. All male Saiyans or the few she had met tended to have the bottomless voids that showed no reflection, only the gleams of light that glimmered off of them. Unless glazed over with something else.
"You had made it clear that he was your soul mate. In Saiyan society there is only one for another… if you bonded by soul…" he grunted.
"I did by mind," she said. "Damn…"
"If that wasn't the case, perhaps you'd…" Raditz said, sitting up. "But I have no right to ask."
Atomique squeezed her eyes shut, hugging her knees. Raditz sat up, backing away in horror. She began to cry, making him grunt with anger at himself. Hot tears dripped down her cheeks, and he grunted, "My apologizes, I had no right to breach a forbidden personal subject…"
"It's not your fault, Radz-kun," she sniffled. "It's mine. I was only with him such a short time… and here you are trying to protect me… I'm the insensitive…"
"Saiyans have no emotions you need worry about," Raditz grunted, crouching down. "Do you females cry over many things?"
"I'm weak, huh?"
"I did not say so!" Raditz snorted angrily. "Damn it; stop spilling that liquid, it's making me pissed… because I was the baka that encroached on…"
"I wish I could shut it off like you can. Channel it…" she muttered.
"I can divert your attention if you wish," he mumbled. She lay her head on his shoulder, resting her arms across his neck. Awkwardly he patted her back, not knowing much else to do. Finally he pulled her body into the circle of his legs folded lotus style. Slowly he picked the tangles out of her mussed hair, grooming in a manner that he had seen his father and mother do. She settled down, enjoying the feel of his fingers half massaging her scalp, and his solid body enclosing her.
"I wish I could leave it behind, but it hurts…"
"Forget it then. Block it out. Live now. You can't change it," Raditz purred deeply. Possessively he slipped his tail around her waist, tickling her ribs. Feeling the soft fur embracing her, she buried her face in his spiked mane, slowly running her hands through it. The texture was much like bird quills, stiff yet soft and silky.
"Tell me about your family," she said quietly.
"My father was a scientist of some reputation, and my mother a great warrior," Raditz boasted. "Both unfortunately perished in the explosion that claimed my planet…"
"And Goku's your little brother…"
"I was but a whelp when he was sent into space. It was assumed he perished. I had never a chance to pick a mate because most of the females were taken… there were only one female to every ten Saiyan males… so most of us found solace on Orchydsei… a local spaceport where Saiyans greeted non Saiyan visitors… we didn't care much for outsiders…" he said.
"No kidding," she laughed.
"Nappa and I found one particular place we frequented. Mr. Zocolotto's emporium," Raditz explained. "The pleasure slaves there were quite skilled in pleasing Saiyan males…"
"Any worry about protection?" she asked.
"Of course," he snorted. "The mere reason I use none with you is that humans carry no diseases that could harm a Saiyan male. And likewise. Since you're a widow, you have not been with another for ages. I wouldn't allow my DNA to mix with yours if you were a common whore or pleasure slave!"
"You said you'd… been with males?" she asked.
"Sometimes… it grew lonely. It's not uncommon for Saiyansto practice bisexuality to stave off the urges of reproductive mating. I did… have sex with another male… named Turles… because there weren't enough females during rutting, for me to take a mate," he said quietly.
"Were you lovers?" she wondered, no disgust present on her face, only curiosity.
"Not consistently. He… protected me from the other Saiyan males and Freiza's troops. Basically if not for Turles I would have been traumatized as much as… others…" Raditz admitted. "Does that disgust you?"
"Homosexuality is common on Earth," she laughed. "But usually most are born with a preference. Sometimes people experiment till they find what works best. Usually the person has the preference but seeks to hide it, then discovers it and finds a mate they like. Sometimes there are those that do it because there is nobody of the opposite sex… like in prisons…"
"I did enjoy it," Raditz said carefully.
"Bisexuality is also not uncommon," she said. "It doesn't bother me at all."
"Good," Raditz said with a sigh of relief.
"Did this Turles teach you what you know?" she asked.
Raditz blushed a bit. "He enjoyed the finest women… but he also liked young male Saiyans. Especially those with long dark hair…"
"I have to thank him," she teased.
"He's also… dead," Raditz said quietly. "Sometimes he shared his pleasure slaves with me."
"Ah, I see," she nodded.
"But he was not my mate. Only a lover," said Raditz.
"Did Nappa ever…" she asked.
"No. It might have helped him keep from raping defenseless females. I had Turles, he had nobody. I'd rather not resort to such horrendous. Rape has nothing to do with sexual gratification. Only purging," said Raditz. "There's no honor in it."
"Thank heaven," she whispered. "Was Turles handsome?"
"Hmm, yes, but most male Saiyans are well… built," said Raditz quietly. "He enjoyed the best things the universe had to offer… including male and female Saiyans. Under his protection I thrived… till he left Freiza's employ and had his own band of mercenaries. Unfortunately because Freiza wouldn't let me go, he had to leave me behind…"
"Oh," said Atomique, feeling his tail brush lightly over her. "Well, I suppose it's a compliment when you say I'm 'good at this sort of thing'."
"Because you are. I don't lie, female," he said.
"May I… touch your tail… if I'm careful…" she whispered.
"Don't squeeze or… uh… grab him… be VERY careful… because you could end up making me pissed instead of aroused," Raditz whispered, grabbing her hand and guiding it to stroke lightly. The soft fur was addictive, warm to the touch as it kept itself latched around her hips.
"It feels so soft… so feral," she gasped. "Is this hurting you?"
"No, that's perfect… don't stop…." He murmured, wary that she would pull or squeeze it. Yet she delicately stroked it like a dangerous wild thing. Raditz stroked her hair, feeling the softness of it mimicking that of his fur.
Wind quickened, and she shivered. Warmth flared from his body, surrounding her with his ki. He dozed with his head weighing her chest down, while his chest covered her torso and hips. Partly on one side he lay, obscuring the essentials. Finally she fell asleep, and he reached down to pick her up, and then gather his armor.
"I wish you could know how much I desire you, Tomique-chan," Raditz mumbled, carrying her towards his room. She shifted in his arms, and then blinked up at him.
"Did you say something?" she asked.
"Nothing. Just that you might wish to rest a bit before going to work…"
"I'll be fine," she said, leaning her head against his chest. He nodded and headed towards the lab, only stopping to find a change of clothes for her before they entered Capsule again.
That night, she curled on the mattress, feeling the ebb and flow of his energies surging through her. How one male could have such dominion over her, she wondered. Part of her begged for Paul's sweet memories while the rest cursed him. Tears burned down her eyes, and Atomique hugged her knees.
At Goku's house she was tormented by sweet visions of unreleased sexual tension, only to have Jeannie steal her dreams. Nightly hammering at the walls till Goku's arrival in her mind at times would signal the end.
She refused Son Goku's presence sleeping by her lately, which puzzled him, and relieved Gohan. On either side of her, Bohr and Fermi often rested, having crawled into the large Chinese box bed at night. Once in a while she fell asleep next to them, hearing one of Goku's stories. But Goku would always carry her to bed in his Grandpa's house. Always she would wake up alone. It broke her heart. But tonight they were sleeping with Trunks and Goten in the main house.
All these fragments of memory spun in her head. So when she turned in the bed, tears running down her eyes she feared that there would be nobody. A warm breathing chest fell and rose against her back. Although there were no invasions of Jeannie, she sensed the presence of Paul's thoughts reaching across space and time, only to be shut out at the last minute. Every bit of her body tingled, and she forgot where she was.
"Paul… Please don't go," she whispered.
"Hmmm… rhessphyttee… rrghhhahn…." Came an answer out of nowhere.
It dawned on her that she had mistakenly thought she was at the Son's home. Instead she realized she was at Capsule. Especially clear was this reality when next to her, a male figure moved and threw his arm over her. Roughly a voice spoke in a foreign language, guttural and harsh. She had heard Vegeta and Nappa converse in it, when she had been down the hall from them, or heard Nappa and Raditz when they came out of the GR chamber. Lightly a furry object flickered over her bare leg, and then latched around her waist to tickle her ribs.
"I've nothing to be guilty about, because Paul would do the same," she thought. Hadn't he slept with Jeannie when her own mate died? Moving to his best friend's daughter in a moment of weakness? Far worse than she by moving to a warrior who gave of his body. Although her religion forbade having sex out of wedlock, her husband was dead.
"Arrgepart… norrheeggg ah… Kakarotto… myarrgh nah…Zhaiyajinn," he grumbled, then turned over in his sleep.
"Please why can't I feel you anymore in my mind? You've never denied me before Paul… why do you no longer sing in my mind… have you forgotten me?" whispered Atomique, feeling shaky and shivered.
"Won't… deny… you… ever…" her companion mumbled. "Bond is forever… not broken…"
Feeling his female retreating, the Saiyan threw a muscular arm to wrap her tightly to his body. Binding her fast in his arms, he thrust his hips against her bare bottom, mumbling into her ear. Sobbing silently she raised her hands to grasp his huge ones, squeezing tightly and hugging that arm to her chest. She rubbed her cheek against it, letting her tears wet against his skin. Smelling the chemicals of her emotion, Raditz blinked in confusion. She turned over, and then faced him.
"I see the moisture again. Why are you crying?" he grunted, raising muscular fingers to brush away the gleaming drops.
Dark eyes opened in the gloom, while his huge hand found the curve of her face. Placing hands around his neck, she buried her face in his neck, hugging onto him tightly. For a full minute she shook, not caring if the alien saw her in a moment of weakness. Let him think she was just being a typical earth woman giving way to emotions that were for an inferior race.
"I need something… I feel empty," she murmured, giving voice to the ache that the growing absence of four years left.
"Empty eh? You wish to mate then?" he whispered.
"Yes," she murmured. "Please… I need you Radz-chan…"
"You've but to ask, silly female," he laughed. Purring against her neck, Raditz rolled her over. He parted her legs with his knee, looming over her. It was his assumption she wished to mate, and she relented, hoping it would eliminate the emptiness inside. As sharp canines tore open the skin on her shoulder, she relaxed.
Atomique shoved away all thoughts of Paul and loneliness, drowning herself in the exquisite sensations of raw need pouring over her. Lately it seemed impossible to get enough of his rough ministrations. Did his blood contain some aphrodisiac that synched them, she wondered? Although he had not formally mated with her, she wondered if she was providing him with the same need.
"Why has she not realized what I've offered? She's highly intelligent for a human, as brilliant as my late father was…" he thought.
Raditz felt a wave of temporary guilt. Already he had marked her in the means that most Saiyan males did with their mates. Vegeta didn't know that he had let the female drink his blood, something that sealed them already together. What was not present was the mental bonding. Many Saiyans didn't bother with that, only relying on the physical satiation to bind them. Often times the mental bond developed of its own volition, or when both requested it after the royal sealing of the pledge. Some went for years without formalizing it. Yet it was expected eventually, when the female marked the male on the corresponding jugular, and drank his blood from there, then accepted pieces of one another's memories to bind their souls together.
Raditz had opted for the safety of a physical bond. The one extended to widows, binding them by desire. If the female wished to reciprocate she did so, by taking her mates blood and biting his shoulder. Informal rutting wasn't unknown of, considering most youths did so by bites on the shoulder. But a lifetime mating was expected in middle age, when one wanted children. In such a male dominated society the male bit the female's neck, and she his shoulder. Only when the male was happy with his female did he let her bite him in the equivalent spot. If she rejected him before then, he was within his rights to kill her, or give her to another male.
"Taste me Tomique-chan… drink my desire, know it well," he whispered.
Lightly she ran her tongue over his shoulder, at the ball of it. He growled, pushing her face towards it, consenting that it was what he wished. Her teeth seemed weak in comparison to his, but tore open the scab to let his blood flow into her lips. Gasping she drank, while they worked one another to a climax. Finally the blood clotted, forming a new scab and she released his shoulder as she had many times before.
"I don't give myself to just anyone, Paul," she thought with tears in her eyes. Nevertheless this stability felt far more real than the haven Paul had provided. It alone seemed real, and it terrified her.
"Hmmm," Raditz purred into her neck, setting her cheek to rest against his massive chest. Comfortably she draped herself over him in the fashion he enjoyed, warming one another's bodies.
"This feels too good to be true," she said aloud.
"Agreed, Tomique-chan, but I accept it gladly as reality," Raditz mumbled sleepily. Hearing such an endearment from his gruff voice tore at her heartstrings.
"Radz-kun I…" she started, and then choked off the rest, immersing her face in his mane of shaggy hair. Without even trying she had this creature's unwitting loyalty and devotion. Despite his claims of superiority or male domination, Atomique sensed he would do anything to protect her.
"Kami I don't want this… I don't' want to fall in love again… please don't make it so…" she pleaded.
"You're mine," he mumbled sleepily, telling her it was far too late.
"If this damns me Paul, so be it. But he needs me, and I need him, but is it love?" she thought. Yet till he said aloud what both wanted, she could not accept it as mutual. Not till she found a way of letting go of her past memories could she then accept what Raditz wanted to give.
