Saiyan Foster Father
Should I Stay or Should I Go?
By Trynia Merin aka StarbearerTM
Disclaimer I don't own DBZ, Toryiama and Funimation do and I don't own Full Metal Alchemist! Also, I don't own KISS or their fictional superhero portrayals, which are owned by Marvel, KISS Catalogue, and Dark Horse. These are Fanfiction concepts developed by me Trynia Merin for use in the fanfiction Saiyan Foster Father. Bulmathebabe owns Christine Black Widow. They are based on the Dragon Ball universe; KISS Next Generation, and Full and my fan interpretation. Please ask my permission if you'd like to borrow them for yours!apologies to Big Audio Dynamite for the use of this song title for a story part.
Tomakt used her scouter to trace Gene's location. Bleeping numbers in a language she now knew well pinpointed him within the secondary gravity chamber. Chuckling, she strode up to override the controls and enter without disrupting his training routine. At Fifty g's, Gene exchanged blows with one of Bulma's training bots while Christine and Jeannie met blow for blow.
"This damn danger room can really put out," Gene gritted, hurling a flame tinged breath at the bot. It veered out of the way, narrowing avoiding being singed.
"Damn it, where did you learn to do THAT?" Jeannie cursed, as Christine zipped out, then zipped behind her.
"Same place you did! Think fast!" Christine laughed, chopping her in the back.
"Says YOU!" Jeannie answered, flashing out her fist to punch. Christine grunted at the impact of her friend's fist in her armored chest.
"HAH!" Gene laughed, whipping around and suddenly lashing out a long dragon tail from his back to knock the bot away.
"So you have a tail too? What is this? A bargain sale?" Christine panted.
"A secondary form," Jeannie laughed. "I see you've mastered it too, huh dad?"
Black wings unfurled from Gene's shoulders while his armor bulked up in density. Now he was eight feet tall, bristling with power. Brimstone crackled from every pore, smoke filling the air.
"Now let's see what this guy can dish out. Bring it on!" he laughed, twirling his battle-axe.
A beam of purple force zinged out, slamming him in the chest. He grunted, pushing it back with his armored gloves. Both Christine and Jeannie glanced over to see Tomakt surging with purple ki.
"Atomic blast!" she shouted, hurling a ki ball towards Gene. He swung his axe to batter it aside. Still the gold sphere exploded in his face, hurling him back. Quickly he flipped, wings beating to compensate.
Fire surged towards Tomakt. She crossed her arms, generating whirling orbital of light much like those she had originally done. Gene's fire sizzled against each rapidly orbiting sphere of purple ki. One zinged off, followed by another while two remained to whirl and block whatever he threw. Gene phased out, then moved behind her. Tomakt whirled around, dodging his punch to deliver one of her own to his gut.
"HLLRGH," Gene gasped. He was barely phased, even if the wind was knocked from him.
Fists flashed out in a rapid volley. Gene laughed, matching her blow for blow in a burst mode. Dragon reflexes allowed him to take her punches that slid by. The female Saiyan then blocked the slashing blows of his axe. One managed to graze her bare arm, yet his tail slashed out, struggling to twin around her legs. To his shock her own tail wrapped around his, twisting and throwing with more strength then he thought the furry appendages could muster.
"Yow," Gene laughed, righting himself. "Tail jitzu?"
"HYAAH!" she shouted, bringing both fists up to slam down on his back. He dropped, then batted her aside with an elbow. She spun around, flashing out with kicks before Gene blocked each one. His gauntleted fist surged in a punch, only to hit against her fist. Her face flushed red as Tomakt pushed against him with ten times the strength she previously had.
"Whoa, you've gotten a bit stronger doll," Gene laughed. "But not as strong as I."
"We'll see…" she gritted, pushing back. Gene disengaged, floating back as she did. Both regarded one another, panting heavily.
"Not bad at all. You've either been taking those pre natals, or your king Kong makeovers toughened you up. Damn woman, that wasn't too shabby," Gene laughed.
"Thank you, I think," she nodded.
"Give me a break," Jeannie grumbled.
"C'mon, let's let them talk," Christine urged, dragging Jeannie away by her wrist.
"Fine. I was beginning to stink anyhow. The scent hasn't improved with the Monkey queen here," she mumbled. "You realize how stinky those Saiyans get when they're in armor all day?"
"Oh shut up," Christine mumbled, slugging her on the back.
"You're no bottle of Chanel No. 5 yourself, Dragon Womyn," Tomakt called. "And for your information, we don't stink. You're the one that does the smelling."
"Hah hah, very funny," Jeannie stuck her long tongue out, waggling it.
"Save it for Elliot when you next see him," Tomakt laughed.
"C'mon let's go," Christine urged. Jeannie snorted, marching off to the showers.
"I understand you had something to say to me, Gene?" Tomakt asked, hands on her hips.
"Yeah. Where the hell have you been hiding? You afraid I'm going to beat you up?"
"No. Hardly," said Tomakt. "That's not your style. Besides, I might kick your ass."
"Hah, no offense but you're still not much of a match for me in the long run," Gene said.
"Gene, I don't blame you for being pissed. But I have been hiding I guess," Tomakt said.
"Yeah. Downright scarce. You think I can't forgive you?" Gene asked with a grunt.
"You have no reason to," said Tomakt.
"Unlike what your monkey pals must have been teaching you, doll, I forgive even if I don't forget. You're still Christine's pal, and even though you let me down, I forgive you," said Gene. "Love makes us fuck up."
"I accept your forgiveness," said Tomakt quietly. "It's appreciated."
"We could sure use you in the fight," Gene said. "You sure you wanna stay?"
"I have two kids on the way," she said.
"Well, even with two buns in the oven you still kicked ass, then and even more now," said Gene.
"I can't," said Tomakt.
"Can't or won't?"
"By royal orders. The Prince forbids it," said Tomakt. "I'm sorry."
"So am I. But maybe you can come back and visit, eh?" said Gene.
"You resent me for what I've done?" she asked.
"Nah. No way. Sure the mod's a shock, but you've really changed for the better I think. Despite what Jeanie might think you're still okay, doll," Gene said with a smile. "I just wanted you to know I wasn't going to be permanently pissed at you. Paul's the real target. He just took you along for the ride."
"It was unfortunate," she said.
"Yeah. Tell me about it. Dragging you into it wasn't cool. Now Jeannie and I have a lot of work to do on fixing things with us," Gene said.
"She hates my guts," Tomakt laughed.
"Not fully. But there's a lot of bad blood," said Gene quietly.
"I can live with it. It's her choice," said Tomakt.
"Even though she knows William's fine, she's still gonna smart. She's as stubborn as her old man. But that doesn't mean we've gotta stay at odds," said Gene.
"No. After all, Paul's blood flows in the veins of two handsome boys. I'd like them to know their Uncle Gene," said Tomakt.
"What about the talisman?"
"They'll use it when they're ready. I'm not the host any longer," said Tomakt. "Unless you'd like to take it."
"Stay here and keep those kids safe. When things calm down a bit, come on and visit us. There's no reason for kids to fight in wars. Keeping it here is our insurance policy. Christine, Simone Jeannie and I can handle it. Besides Tyler and Mona are back. As soon as we find Elliot we'll be good."
"Will you?" asked Tomakt.
"Yes," Gene smiled. "C'mere, monkey girl. Give me a hug, or is it against Saiyan tradition?"
"It isn't amongst friends," she said, as he spanned his arms. She felt him hug her tightly, patting her back as she lay her cheek to his chest.
"I'll miss ya, monkey girl. Take care of Mighty Joe Young, and King Kong, or is that Prince Kong," Gene joked.
"When do you leave?"
"Soon," Gene said quietly. "And I'm leaving a choker collar communicator for you. IT works across dimensions. Mona rigged it. Apparently Ace wasn't the only genius."
"Heh," She snickered.
"Why don't' we go get some grub, and then you can show me more of what you've learned," Gene said. "And maybe we can visit those kids."
"All right then," she nodded as Gene slapped her back and led her out of the GR.
Later that week, Tomakt confronted Vegeta. Although she could predict with almost absolute certainty what his answer would be, she entertained her friend's suggestion. Perhaps there was a chance she could see her world one last time. Join in the fight to push the Destroyers out so the magical forces returning to her world would gain more than a toehold.
However the look on Vegeta's face crushed any hopes. He hovered in midair at 100 G's, hurling blasts of energy at moving targets. Tomakt had joined him in the target practice, and they had talked during the intermittent lulls from explosion to explosion.
"You cannot go," Vegeta said, landing on white booted feet.
"You haven't even heard all of what I had to say," Tomakt said quietly.
"End simulation," Vegeta shouted. The room slowly faded from red to white while the gravity dropped.
"Please, it was Christine's suggestion."
"I can guess. But there's no question where your loyalties should lie. You're a Saiyan warrior, and you serve me."
"How can I turn my back on my world?" she asked, grabbing a towel and wiping her forehead off.
Vegeta grabbed a bottle of water she threw to him, cracking it open. In one gulp he drained the entire two liters of fluid. With a gloved hand he wiped his mouth, then panted, "You already have, woman. As for Jeannie and Christine they've made it clear they're returning."
"And you'll just let them go without any help?" asked Tomakt, pulling off her scouter to wipe sweat off her brow. A towel hit her in the face.
"They didn't ask for it. It's not my affair what they chose to do. Just as long as they keep their battles out of my world," Vegeta snorted. "Mop yourself off, female."
Tomakt dabbed more sweat off, then emptied her two-liter bottle in three gulps. She stopped long enough to ask, "What about the reports of alien influence. Of possible Saiyans in my universe's future? Already there's the reality of so called 'mythical' beings arising from the native population."
"Those things you call 'elves' and other such creatures were probably subspecies of humanoid, capable of channeling ki in a far superior manner. Old files indicate that these 'elves' are a superior species of human that had been repressed, but the genetic mutations are allowing them to reemerge. And as for the others, you can apply the same argument," Vegeta panted.
"Yes but…"
"The other phenomenon are being investigated by the scientists of your old home world, correct?" Vegeta said.
"But they gave you two years of service. And the Destroyers are your sworn enemy. Surely it's a good challenge for you to return with a party of warriors to test your skills against them?" asked Tomakt.
"That is something that Bulma is investigating. But I cannot and will not allow any of my warriors to go on some wild goose chase. Gene has made it clear he needs no assistance, and I'm honoring his word. It isn't our concern, and that's all I shall say on that matter," Vegeta grunted.
"Very well then. But I cannot just forget. Isn't there some way I could somehow take leave and do something to settle my affairs there?" Tomakt sighed.
"I will consider your request, Tomakt," said Vegeta. "Serve me faithfully and you will be granted leave when it is due."
"As you command, Sire," Tomakt said, forcing back tears. Anger burned in her soul, self imposed. Impassively Vegeta glanced down at her.
"I'm not without feeling, woman. But I have lost one home world already and I have comprehension. But you accepted an oath to serve me, and that cannot be taken lightly. Once my protection is withdrawn…"
"I made my choice I'll live with it," said Tomakt quietly. "But it won't be easy."
"Consider it a challenge worthy of a true Saiyan warrior," he said. "Now leave me. I've other matters that require my attention."
"My life at your command, your Majesty," she saluted before rising. She backed away, letting her tail drop to sway back and forth behind her calves. Blood seeped into her lips as she bit them. Finally out of range she let tears burn down her cheeks.
"Damn it all," she muttered, feet pounding violently into the cracking tile with the force of a being accustomed to heavier gravity.
