Payment in Full

By StarbearerTM aka Trynia Merin.

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z or Full metal alchemist. Funimation brings us these master works of anime on DVD. Toriyama created DBZ, and Full Metal Alchemist belongs to its own creators. I can only claim responsibility for the plot and the character of Atomique, Parsnip, Fermi, Bohr, Merlot, Cabernet and other fan characters here. The only pay I get is your reviews so please keep them coming! And my thanks to those who have already reviewed! Kudos and hugs to you!

Interview and Hiring Process


When she came upon the ship she fought the urge to break down crying. Ever since he had claimed her as his she had stuffed down any emotions but gladness. What she had decided was for the greater good of her twins left in Son Goku's care. They would thrive no matter what, or so she hoped. Raditz need never know about her other children.

Would they understand what their mother had done? Yet again she had left them in the care of strangers for their own survival. Were they better off? Surely they were? It was small comfort however. Just what were her feelings toward the behemoth that clutched her on his lap? At first she had loathed him, now she had a strange fondness for the monkey man because he had spared her. No doubt Turles would be the sort of commander that enjoyed women as sex slaves and second class citizens. If she put out she would be well cared for. She just had to play her cards right and stay alive. Perhaps she could even find a way to escape eventually.

Thankfully she wasn't overly beautiful and lithe. That would guarantee her a lowered profile. In addition she was a scientist of some sort. They might find her polymer generation a curiosity. She was jarred out of her musings by the craft coming to a complete stop.

"Wake up," he urged her. She blinked to alertness in the pretense of being taken unawares.

"Are we there yet?" she said jokingly.

"Humph," he said.

"What sort of a leader is your Commander?" she asked.

"He likes the finer things," he said.

"He's an epicure then," said Atomique. "Does that include having a harem of beautiful concubines?"

"How did you know?" Raditz asked with some amusement.

"I'm no fool. Men in powerful positions enjoy surrounding themselves with females to wait on them hand and foot. Wouldn't you in his position?"

"Perhaps, but perhaps not," Raditz said quietly. "Some of us given the opportunity might out of obligation, but have other priorities. Especially considering the circumstances."

"You said I was yours," she said quietly. "As in you're my master and I'm your servant?"

"You will work for me, as I will work for my commander," he said quietly. "Do as I ask and you'll be treated well. But disobey and it will be the worse for you because I am responsible for your behavior."

"So if I act like an ass you take the blame because you can't control me," Atomique said quietly. "I see. So basically I'm a slave?"

"I'm a slave myself," he said quietly. "You're no slave having done what you have. But we're both slaves to him till we prove our worth. I'm a third class, and you're my concubine, and servant. But beneath us are the slaves on board ship."

"Prostitutes you mean for the pleasure of the males? Or do your sort mate for life?"

"There are few female Saiyans. The only way you'd deign to be that sort of thing is if you were Saiyan. But as you are not, you're an inferior being, and the title of concubine is what can be offered. Must you ALWAYS ask so many damn questions?" he said.

"I see. I just want to know the score so I don't cause trouble," she said. "Do you share females?"

"The concubine of a third class is hardly worth notice," he said quietly. "Unless another desires you. But I don't like to share. You will have some status if you obey me. Life could be quite comfortable but only if you do as I say."

"Fine," she said. "But does that include screwing a commanding officer if he should desire me? I've seen many such things."

"Pray it will not come to that," he said quietly. "Turles prefers young females that he can mold and shape. I cannot do much if he should ask to choose you…"

"Terrific," she mumbled.

"But you're a third class concubine. He would desire others before you, we will hope," he said. "You seem to have quite an understanding of this, and it's annoying. Be mindful of your powers of observation and follow them if you wish to remain alive."

"Don't speak till spoken to?"

"Yes. You'll stay alive longer," he said quietly. The pod swung open to reveal the vast curved interior of some enclosed chamber. Small space pods clustered around the flat space with cables attached to their steaming sides. Other armored figures were climbing out of their pods at the same time. One hulking shape resembled Nappa, and he had two slender females with blue hair and violet pink skin marked with darker flecks like freckles. Both of them clung to one another, turning pink eyes to the space with trepidation.

"Merlot, you bastard, what have you got there?" asked Nappa as he emerged from his pod. He held the leash of a long metallic chain, clamped about the neck of one of the Destroyers females. Reptilian skin and gold eyes quailed in fear as he yanked back her long straw colored hair.

"These two are from that raid on Orchyd," he said. "Named Jennlynn and Naiya. Sisters. They gave little trouble. I figure they'd make good servants…"

"Or bed slaves? You were thinking of Cellulose again? The boy needs…"

"Nothing," said a tall feminine figure, clearly Saiyan by her armor and spiky Mohawk of long hair. "You know the Commander will want dibs on those two…"

"No doubt," said Merlot.

"Take 'em to the first choice and get them cleaned up," said Cabernet to Merlot. "And what is that lizard doing here?"

"The Commander was curious. This is 24th, or so she says. She's the only one left from her whole unit. Gave me little trouble for her life," Nappa said. "A gift for you…"

"Which I accept with relish, you annoying drek eater. And I thought you had forgotten our mating day," she laughed, taking the leash from him.

"There you are, Sgt. What the hell took you so long whelp?" Nappa asked, turning to Raditz who shoved Atomique on one knee.

"Kneel and do as I do," he hissed. Tomique shot him an annoyed glance but let Raditz shove her to one knee. He pressed one hand over his breast while extending the other forwards with averted gaze.

"I take it your little brother wasn't warm to joining us?" asked Napa.

"Apologies Sub Commander. I have brought the merchandise in his place. She's got some battle power that could be used, along with skills that could be put to work in the laboratory."

"Humph, she's disturbingly Saiyan looking," Cabernet whispered, nudging Atomique's shoulder with her boot. Atomique glanced up at her, then quickly looked away when Raditz nudged her in the ribs.

" Yeah. Interesting she looks like she actually wouldn't break under full Vegetasei norm grav," Nappa said. "You female, you understand what's going on?"

"Yes sir," she said quietly.

"She will listen to me," said Raditz quietly.

"You're a lot of trouble. Keep your mouth shut and your ears open, female," Napa said quietly to her. "Whelp, you bit her?"

"Yes."

"Humph, okay. But she's YOUR responsibility. Commander wants to see her as well as the other acquisitions," said Napa. "Bring her… and better put her on a leash at first."

Atomique fought the urge to roll her eyes but remained in a kneeling position. "I will obey," she said quietly.

"Will you now? She's got nerve to speak to me without prompting," Napa said, glaring at Raditz.

"An oversight," said Raditz.

"I'm sorry," Atomique said, averting her gaze.

"You should be, female. Remember we didn't have to save your ass," Napa said, nudging her shoulder with his boot. He threw something at Raditz, who caught the object. Grumbling he clipped a cold bit of metal around her neck, uncoiling the leash identical to the ones that the other mercenaries held with their captives. Some female, some young children. A loud scream made Atomique snap her head as Cabernet delivered a sharp kick to the hissing Destroyer.

"That could be you, female," Napa said, glaring at her.

The two sisters clung to one another, shivering. Merlot tugged on the chain gently then whistled to a younger male that strode over. He resembled Raditz in facial features with the same armor but his hair was shorter and more haphazard. "Parsnip, help me with this."

"Sir?" the third class asked.

"One of these is yours, if you give me that gold," said Merlot.

"Don't be an idiot, you know the Commander has first crack," Nappa glared at him.

"He needs a bed slave," said Merlot. "He can have the younger of the two."

"Don't split us up!" Jennlynn pleaded. "We'll see your leader."

"I want to stay with Sister," Naia whimpered. Merlot offered the leash end to a stunned and unsure Parsnip. He took the end, and glanced about as if he wasn't allowed to possess such a thing.

"He can at least pretend what it's like to have something of worth," Merlot whispered to Napa.

"Ah well I guess we can let the whelp dream. Get up, Sergeant, stop groveling!" Napa barked to Raditz. A jingle at Atomique's neck was followed by a tug. She got up and strode after Raditz, who had a firm hold on the leash.

"Terrific," she mumbled, seeing Merlot urging the older sister, followed by Parsnip with the younger. The boy couldn't be more than just a young man. Perhaps Goku's age.

"My cousin, and a corporal," Raditz muttered to her. "Doubtless you noticed the similarity."

"Are you allowed to talk to me?"" she whispered back.

"I spoke to you first. We must present our wares to the Commander. Be quiet, and listen well. I am hopeful he'll let me keep you, since I placed my claim," Raditz said with a sheepish look.

"So, you Might have to share?" she whispered.

"Not if he prefers the others," Raditz said. "We're here."


What struck her first and foremost was an eerie similarity between the white cloaked figure and Goku. Yet the women clustered around him of varying races, and there were three who were pouring his wine or rubbing his shoulders, or making up his plate were well dressed. Although their clothes were made of diaphanous veils and silvery loose fabrics they were clean and covered most of the essentials. Brief hints of their curves beneath were visible. One of the females was covered in white fur, with a feline appearance. The second stood tall and regal with green skin and long emerald hair. She reminded Atomique of what an elf would look like. The third female was a young Saiyan girl who appeared to be little more than a teenager was. She bore a striking resemblance to Raditz and the other one he said was named Parsnip. Long hair was twisted into a long braid that terminated at her waist. She wore minimal armor, with the veils tied about her in a skirt. Of the three females she wore no collar round her neck.

"My cousin Ruta," Raditz said quietly. "Parsnip is her brother. Her mother died in the explosion that claimed my world."

"Are they concubines or whores?" she asked.

"They are his concubines. However, when Ruta comes of age he will claim her as his mate. By Saiyan law a female must be 18 revs standard for bonding, and a male must be of the same or more."

"At least he doesn't take underage girls does he?" she asked.

"He likes women, not girls," Raditz explained.

"So I see there are some new additions, Sub Commander," he said as Napa saluted him. He pushed the female on the end of his leash down so her face was pressed against the floor. Turles rose from behind the desk littered with computer discs and other items of value he had been examining. Merlot strode over in response to his motioning.

"Merlot you'll catalogue each item and estimate their value. I trust this run was quite worth my time?"

"Yes sir," he nodded.

"Curious," sniffed Turles. "Parsnip, what are you hiding there behind you?"

"Two Idsarjin pleasure slaves that I bought on leave" he stammered.

"Hmm, for me?"

"The older one is Naiya, and the younger is Jennlyn," he said. "Neither are broken in."

"And you were going to let me chose one as a cut of my part?" Turles said.

Parsnip's face fell, and he said, "Begging your pardon I would really like ONE of them, and I do need a new bed slave."

"Take the younger. I shall have the older," said Turles. "So, pretty one, do you wish to serve a worthy master?"

"I live and die at your whim," Naiya said, nervously.

"Come here girl,' he said. Parsnip put the chain into his hand and Turles tugged the girl towards him. She swallowed hard and landed on her knees before him.

"No, don't separate us! Please milord!" called out the younger one.

"Give me a break," Atomique mumbled. Raditz hissed in her ear.

"Who said that?" Turles asked. "Raditz, what have you there?"

"Part of the Destroyer debt sir," he stammered. He glared at Atomique who mumbled, "Sorry."

"And what of the destroyer debt, Sub Commander Napa. Was there payment achieved?" he asked.

"One Destroyer female and ten million Aurites worth of gold, silver and platinum retrieved from their homeworld. They offered a counter contract that ran sour," Napa said.

"And what of this special 'captive' they wished you to hunt? Is that her, Raditz? Is she really a matter transmuter? Bring her here," said Turles.

Raditz shoved her shoulder lightly, and she moved up so the slender yet muscular Saiyan commander could look at her. He was equal to Raditz in height, but his armored vest was sleeveless and sleek white like Vegeta's, with the epaulettes overtop the long white cape.

"So, you're the one who couldn't keep her silence?" he smirked. "You disapprove of what you see?"

"Only that you seem to be one of those that would separate two sisters who are scared to death. How can they serve you if they're terrified?" asked Atomique.

"Shows that you know little of how I operate, female," Turles chuckled. "You think yourself so smart in the ways of my operation?"

"I wouldn't call myself an expert, sir," she shrugged. "But I was told that you prefer mature women, not teenaged girls. And I'm sure this poor thing is worried that she'll be sold to a master that will doubtless think it his privilege to mar her beauty with common whipping should she disobey. Can you stand by and think of her scratched and scarred?"

"Mmm, you think little of me, female. Come closer," said Turles, as he stood up and grasped her shoulder. Grabbing her chin he turned her head from side to side. Atomique glanced up at him through her glasses, not averting her gaze but staring him directly in the eyes.

"Yes sir?" she asked, tired and frustrated at this game.

"You're not afraid of me, are you?" said Turles quietly. "You're far older than I imagined. But I see that you have a body for child bearing and an intellect that would produce intelligent offspring. Perhaps I might consider adding you to my harem if you please me?"

"With all due respect, I was told Saiyans do not share their females. Was I incorrectly informed?" she asked.

"Who told you that?" he asked.

"Raditz did. I belong to him. And as tempting as your offer sounds, I would prefer to serve you better by serving him," she said. "Unless I'm much mistaken."

"Mmph, what a pity," said Turles as he traced the bitemark on her neck. Leaning over her he suddenly slid his hands over her body with light squeezes. Atomique stood there staring straight ahead as he brought his nose close to her ear and neck. She remained as still as she could, feeling revulsion and a strange thrill at the caress and grope like a vendor selecting choice fruit.

He grasped a handful of her dark hair and tipped her head back. Before she knew it he had taken her butt in his hand and gave it a light pinch while he nipped at her nose.