A/N: Raditz, oh Raditz, what have you done? After their impromptu session at the lakeside, Chia and Kakarot arrive back at his ship for some privacy.
*Mature Content*
Back with a new chapter at last! Hooray! I've almost completed the rest of this story (currently around 22 chapters), but I really wanted to go back and rewrite and add some scenes in chapters 1–7 before I moved forward. Apologies, that has meant some changes to what you may have read so far, but after finally accessing my original word I've been able to add the full story. I love where this is headed with Kakarot and Chia, and I hope you will too.
Chapter 8 - Truce
"Man, how much longer is this gonna take?!" Yamcha puffed out while he was in mid-stride.
Krillin glanced over at his friend running parallel to him and said breathlessly, "I don't even know how long it's been anymore." The short orange-clad man looked upwards and then around himself, saying, "This sky has messed with my head."
The brave pair of Earth's martyred warriors were still running at unfathomable speeds on the seemingly never-ending path to the home of the legendary King Kai. For the two pals, the trip itself had already seemed to last an eternity.
Although it had quickly become hard to estimate just how much time had passed for the duo already because there were no days or coverage of the night, all they knew was that they had passed this deserted route that King Yemma called Snake Way without seeing a single soul.
Knowing that Chia had been successful in taking down the Captain of the Ginyu Force who had taken their lives, even working in partnership with Piccolo of all people, had helped to ease their minds once Kami had revealed this to them.
However, the idea that 'Captain Yajirobe', as he referred to himself, may be at large in the world was unsettling in and of itself. And neither of the two had a plan in place for how they would handle that.
Staring down at the two honey-filled containers in his hands, Raditz let out a heartfelt sigh. Up until this point, he had ensured, where possible, to get a hold of two of each item on the list. It had always served him well to have a backup plan - something that he had learned from his mother, Gine.
In that brief moment of reminiscence, thoughts of his mother soon turned to anguish, as she had always fought for him to protect his younger brother. Yet here he was, standing still, staring at two jars, in conflict over how to deal with his sibling.
As far as Raditz was concerned, Kakarot's actions jeopardised their safety, and his infatuation with this pseudo-Saiyan was putting them both at risk. However, this was far from the first time that the younger sibling had put them both in a risky situation. The aftermath of one occasion in particular sprung to his mind.
"You better hope that your father doesn't hear about this when he gets back from his mission tomorrow. Although…" Looking over her sons' wounds, she said, "I don't know how we're going to explain it otherwise." Gine let out an exasperated sigh, but the worried look on her face never left. The Saiyan woman was used to dealing with her son's altercations, but this time, it had really gotten out of hand and could have had disastrous consequences for their whole family.
Scoffing, Raditz responded to his mom, "It wasn't even my fault!" He turned to scowl at his battered and bruised younger brother sitting across from him at the table. "It was that idiot!"
Kakarot immediately stood from the table, knocking over the chair and sending it clattering to the floor behind him while releasing a growl. "You just don't like it when I fight, when I get stronger. Poor, pathetic Kakarot! You want me weak! I'm not like I was as a kid, and I never will be again!" He bellowed.
With an even but snarky tone, Raditz baited his brother further, "Well, if you act weak like that display, then you're gonna be treated like you are!"
"YOU BASTARD!"
Kakarot lunged for his elder brother across the table, breaking it in the process. That prompted Raditz to stand, his wounds still dripping with blood, ready to defend himself.
"ENOUGH!"
Gine shouted in a seldom-heard voice in their home. She stood and sent an energy blast at the backs of both of their heads; although it wasn't enough to cause them any damage, it was enough to get their attention. Especially as their mother was reluctant to use energy blasts unless she had to. Their father, Bardock, on the other hand, scared the living shit out of both of the Saiyan brothers at times - especially during a training battle - but their mom, when she was angry, that was far worse.
Kakarot growled harshly and glared at her, frustrated that he was being blamed for his brother's words, before storming off to his room, slamming the door behind him.
Gine couldn't help but notice the same glare that her husband wielded in similar situations; it took him a long time to accept that he wasn't invincible either. As the sounds of the door reached her ears, she winced before then turning her attention to her remaining son, who had now sat himself back down at the demolished table.
With a half-smile, she spoke to him in a much softer tone as she moved over to attempt to treat his wounds once more, "I wish you'd look out for your brother more. And stop winding him up so much."
"What more do you want me to do?! Kakarot is always off trying to challenge someone, and he almost always gets beaten. And because of him, so do I!"
"That's not what I mean, Raditz, and you know it. One day you're going to keep pushing him, and he's not going to be on your side anymore." Wiping her messy hair from her eyes, "Look, I'm not asking you to be nice to him for the sake of it; I want you to show him that you care, that he's loved. Don't forget that you were gifted from birth."
"You always say that! Like I shouldn't be proud of what I have. It's not my fault that I was born better than the runt."
Gine growled angrily, "Kakarot is just headstrong and always ready to prove himself. Your father was just the same; it took him some time too. Your brother just needs to know that he's loved and cared for, just as he is. Not because of how everything thinks he should be." She let out a sigh while placing a hand on his bloodied forearm. "But I just know if you do this, it'll make a world of difference between you two."
"Mom, don't you ever feel… ashamed of him?"
Slapping Raditz around the back of the head, thankfully the blow was cushioned by his copious amounts of hair, though it was still enough to make him wince. "Hush your mouth! I'd never be ashamed of either one of my boys; I'm damn proud of what you've both achieved, and so is your father!"
Rolling his eyes at her sentiments, he ducked before she could strike him again and stood up abruptly. That probably wasn't the best idea, but he was going to be out the door before she could strike again. He was definitely going without dinner tonight. Probably tomorrow too, once his father finds out.
Gine looked on in the direction he had gone, unsure of whether her eldest son had heard her comments as he left. As her tears started to fall, she quickly wiped them away and began to lift and attempt to repair the table.
But Raditz had heard, and he loved her too.
Having been engrossed in his memories, Raditz was only pulled out of them by the sight of a new vessel descending into Planet Monmaasu's lower atmosphere, the long-maned man watching as it streaked across the sky. Immediately, the Saiyan identified the incoming craft as Vegeta and Nappa's ship.
Grunting at what he was about to do in the face of his mother's words, Raditz clenched the two receptacles that bit tighter, stood up, and took off in the direction of the newly landed craft of the Prince.
"I have come to request a transfer to your team. In addition, I also bring the honey of a Giant Apis - the item of this world."
In the hopes that he would still be in the Prince's good graces after providing the information of the Arcosian known as the 'Dersertian', Raditz gave the Prince the container filled with honey. Sharing this information about what the long-maned Saiyan had witnessed at the bar on the edge of the territory had undoubtedly helped Vegeta's rapport with Frieza; ideally, it would also benefit him.
Clearing his throat and making his bid to the Prince, Raditz said, "I've come to find that my lovestruck idiot teammate has become too much of a fucking liability."
"So you've terminated him and wish to join us for our shared items?" Vegeta questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"No," Looking down at his hands solemnly, "I haven't. He's since formed a new alliance that I don't wish to be part of; as far as I'm concerned, my brother's affiliations with the quasi-Saiyan are wrong, and it's scrambled his brain."
"Ha, don't tell me he's shacked up with that wannabe Saiyan female? Well the pool is pretty thin, just let him cast her off afterwards or better still, kill her." The latter statement was dripping with all seriousness.
Nappa's deeper voice stepped in to intervene. "Chia's certainly a warrior; back then, she even matched with our women soldiers and fought for active duty. She was quite formidable along with the other female."
The former general turned his gaze away from Vegeta and spoke to Raditz, saying, "Believe me, your brother could do much worse - and based on the expression on your face, he already has! There's no use in wastin' time and effort on it when Frieza's goons are bound to catch up to her eventually." Nappa attempted to disguise his relief, hoping that by convincing the man to leave the woman alone, he might be able to atone for the numerous beatings of hers that he had been involved with over the years.
"And why would we want to get involved in your domestic squabbles?" Asked Vegeta, scrutinising the honey in the receptacle that Raditz had handed him.
"My Prince, it's no petty squabble; he brings dishonour on us as the last of our proud warrior race. He is a runt; he always has been."
"It begs the question then: why have you stuck with him for so long then? Hmm?"
Raditz's thoughts immediately flashed back to every single instance in which Gine had pleaded with him and Bardock had commanded him to look out for their youngest child, as if it were his responsibility to do so. Even though they didn't live like typical Saiyan families and he often shunned their ways in favour of the other Saiyan values, Raditz still knew that everyone of their kind who remained felt the grief of losing their world. Was he truly about to throw away everything that he and his brother had gone through since then?
"So it seems you are not committed to this… agreement." As the Prince tilted the honey, it slid down the side of the clear container.
"Wait! No I am; I-I just need some… assurances."
"Assurances? What makes you think I can guarantee anything for you? Hmm?"
"I'm a strong fighter - the youngest to lead a team… shit… I mean, aside from you, of course, Prince Vegeta, I'm one of a handful of Saiyans that appreciate our heritage."
Nappa broke into the conversation with such disdain: "Heritage?! You? Don't make me laugh; I know your father was low class, boy!"
Trying to control the low growl coming from within himself, Raditz swallowed hard and rushed to change tactics. "But it would be an honour to serve with you again, Prince Vegeta. Your unprecedented strength and tremendous leadership honours us all." Careful to cover his scouter and lower his voice, "You should be at the head of the PTO, not Frieza."
Nappa's eyes widened at the suggestion, whereas Vegeta remained as calm as ever, obviously pondering the notion. Raditz started to question whether Prince already had such a desire in mind. But judging by the smirk that had started to form at the corner of Vegeta's mouth, Raditz's change of tact was successful.
"Welcome back to the ranks, Raditz. I trust that I will never have to question your loyalty, even if it comes to that lumbering oaf that is your brother?"
"No, you won't."
Landing one after the other on the grassy terrain in front of the spacecraft, Kakarot began walking backwards towards the ship while beckoning Chia to him with a charming smirk.
Her deep brown eyes made contact, and she smiled in response, but she briefly took the opportunity to survey the exterior of the ship as she slowed her walk towards him and the now open walkway. It was a fine vehicle, having obviously seen a few battles, but sturdy nonetheless, much like this Saiyan man in front of her.
A flash of hesitation moved its way through the Saiyan-like warrior. Maybe I shouldn't be doing this. This would definitely complicate things. But I could kill him after. Who am I kidding? No, I wouldn't do that, well, at least not to him anyway. It's not very often that I encounter a sexually compatible male, let alone one who's good-looking. Maybe I'll just have a bit of fun and then leave. Yeah, that's exactly what I'll do. Her eyes roved over his toned form once more, and her decision was made in an instant, as any prior qualms that she had vanished.
"You comin' in?" He asked, tilting his head, curious about the way she was eyeing him. But before he could say anything else, Chia ran and leapt at him, attacking his face with passionate kisses. Kakarot was briefly taken aback by her directness, with his arms still outstretched, but her boldness had turned him on immensely. Closing the distance with his arms full of her, he eagerly staggered backwards up the walkway and into the craft, lost in lust and completely forgetting to close it up.
Unable to keep their wandering hands off each other's bodies, Kakarot gradually guided them - during the flurry of caresses and kisses - to the rear of the ship that contained a room with bunks.
Chia briefly broke their connected mouths as she dismounted him, but left her hands on his armour-plated chest and her desire-filled eyes on his as she breathlessly announced, "Just… sex."
Mirroring her look, this was the best news he could have heard; he didn't want to have to deal with any kind of pining afterwards, but he also didn't really want to kill her either. She's probably just saved herself with that comment. Followed by a small chuckle in his head. In his response to her, he simply nodded, "Just sex."
As he ran his hand up to her face to draw her back closer to him again, already missing her taste, he spoke to her lips, "For the moment, we ain't competitors."
He kissed the side of her mouth, and she whispered to him, "Mmm, a temporary truce."
Smiling and moving his kisses down to her neck, he answered in a husky voice, "Agreed."
With that, Chia grinned devilishly and pushed him backwards against the door of the room he was obviously guiding her to; the action caught him off guard and caused him to let out a hiss with a sharp intake of breath as his back hit and distorted the metalwork behind him. Chia struggled to contain her urge, unaware of the force she had exerted and the overwhelming desire she felt; this was way overdue for her. The way in which she approached intimacy had been influenced by her experiences living with and as a Saiyan for most of her life. She knew that he could certainly take this and more, and in all likelihood, he would enjoy it too. However, as far as the armour-clad female was concerned, she wanted this; she needed this to get rid of those dreams, and she would be damned if she was going to pass up the opportunity. She owed that to herself.
Despite being overpowered by the raven-haired woman at that moment, he still released a smile, seeing the fire that burned brightly in this woman. Saiyan or not, he didn't care. It filled him with a craving that was only satiated when she planted another taste explosion on his lips. Now tracing the inside of her mouth with his tongue as she explored his, he was desperate to taste her in any way possible.
Becoming more vigorous in her actions, Chia moved her hands to pull at his armour, desperately wanting to see what she could feel was hiding underneath. A Saiyan physique was second to none, and the armour-clad female wanted it all for herself; if only, just for today.
He drew back from her for a moment, with slightly swollen lips and a hunter's look in his eyes, only to take off his upper armour and throw it aimlessly towards the floor by the bunk, never once breaking his gaze with hers.
Immediately upon seeing his exposed form, she ran her eyes hungrily over his chiselled physique, which was soon followed by her curious hands. Her flicking tongue trailed closely behind them as they traced over every swell and divot of muscle. Chia could feel his Ki waver as she moved, occasionally hearing a grunt of breath when she neared his most sensitive areas.
Kakarot simply wanted to slam her into the wall and fuck her hard, but he was also acutely aware of his energy levels rising quickly. The Saiyan started to pause in his breath in an effort to smooth out the rhythm of his breathing because he didn't actually want to damage her. However, each touch and lick only intensified the tension between them.
Releasing the slow, centering breath, Kakarot opened his eyes and instantly locked onto her deep, fiery gaze; he was consumed by her, the siren in his mind. Her strength, her beauty, her focus - he was completely enraptured by this woman. And he just had to have her. Pulling her sharply towards him, her display had opened the dam that had been holding back his strength, and he began to fiercely swirl his kisses as he pawed at her body, his large hands grasping at her covered flesh and kneading it firmly.
Matching his intensity, she felt his forceful arms blanket her body. Without any further prompting and in a swift movement, he switched their positions, with her back and armour now grinding up against the broken door. This, all whilst being kissed endlessly and vigorously; she was all but losing her mind as his hands ran, trailing down her thighs.
Raising her arms, Kakarot moved back slightly and instinctively lifted the armour off her upper body and over her head. But he playfully chose to hold it there for a moment, hovering just above Chia's head with her hands and arms still caught in it; he took the small opportunity of her temporary entrapment by stealing a brief kiss. Only freeing her as he heard a low growl and felt her knee creep up his inner thigh in a clear warning.
Not risking being caught again, Chia hastily removed her cobalt-blue under-armour revealing the off-white sarashi cloth wrapped around her breasts.
Kakarot gently sighed at the sight before him, taking in the bountiful curves of her exposed body. He found himself beginning to salivate at the very thought alone of bedding her. Leaning forward into the crook of her neck, with his lips tantalisingly close to her skin, he whispered in a seductively playful tone, "You're wearin' too many clothes," while he tugged at the material of her black pants covering her lower half.
"Don't even think about ripping these; I'm down to my last couple of pairs."
At this woman's fiery assertion, he grinned smugly while realising that her comment had simply fed the wild monster that was running amok in his head. Without hesitation, Kakarot yanked the black material from her body with one swift motion, shredding it with a single hand. Around her hips, just a few frayed strands remained, as well as those that were tightly tucked under her knee guards and thigh holster. In an effort to get Chia to remain in front of him longer and give him the chance to appreciate her beautiful physique - which he had been desiring for a while now - he flung the remnants down the hallway.
"The fuck?" As she looked down at the bare skin of her athletic legs. "KAKAROT! What did I just say to you?!"
Although he was very briefly surprised by her temper, especially as he wouldn't normally let anyone talk to him like that, he was actually more surprised by how much he liked it from her. I'll have to rile her up like this more often- What am I thinking?! Whatever… this... is, it ain't happening again. I'd better make the most of it now then. His eyes darkened with delicious desire.
"I heard ya, but you do look better without them." Giving her a hungry smile while casting his eyes over her exposed skin, as if he were ready to devour her.
With his hands back on her body and his tail creeping up the now bare skin of her thigh, the raven-haired woman let out a small gasp as the soft fur wove around her. Maintaining eye contact with the Saiyan and with him enjoying the view of her exposed skin, Chia began lowering her hand to her thigh and flicking a couple of the straps of her buckles. With a few clicks, her weapon and holster fell to the floor with a clattering sound.
Lifting her hands to his body, Chia ran her fingertips up the outline of his muscular thighs, deftly tracing each curve. Slowly raising her hands, she tentatively rubbed over the ever-increasing bulge that was begging to be freed from its material restraints.
Feeling her soft movements, Kakarot let out a shuddering breath and immediately captured her lips again, while his hands busied themselves. One found its way to trace the outline of her breasts, and the other, which slid down the delicious curves of her body, descended to tease at her inner thighs. He could already smell the maddeningly sweet scent that he had been thinking about since the first time that he laid eyes on her - it was intoxicating. As he pressed himself closer to her, he ran his tongue over hers in a twisting caress while dancing his deft fingers over her sensitive folds. When Kakarot reached the already dewy pulsating warmth emanating from her core, he smiled on the lips of her mouth at the discovery, and let his fingers tentatively teased the small nub that was eliciting her small breathy moans into his mouth.
Feeling his thumb rhythmically circle her most sensitive flesh, with each of his complete successive movements getting faster, harder, and deeper than the last, she could barely take the anticipation, forcing herself lower onto his hand. He thrust his fingers deeper into her, causing Chia to break from the kiss and let out a loud, pleasurable moan.
Opening his eyes to witness the fruits of his handiwork, this woman in front of him, who was now melting on his fingers, was definitely enjoying this. He continued to stare with a smirk at her face contorting in pleasure as she made all those delicious sounds.
Feeling his gaze, she opened her eyes, blushing slightly at her sudden breathy escape, as he continued to drive his fingers into her. Seeing the look on his smug face, she knew exactly what he was doing. This overconfident prick. Chia grinned in return and let another pleasurable moan flow through her before quickly bringing her head down to wrap her lips around his nipple while her teeth teasedly nibbled at the sensitive flesh. She was enjoying his movements but was desperate to get him back more.
Chia glanced up at his features and saw that he was biting his lip to stifle his moans as she repeatedly ran her own hands over his bulging length, which had been desperately growing under his restricted clothing. As the movements of his nectar-coated fingers became erratic within her, she could feel the impact of her teasing actions. Hooking her fingers over the band of his pants, she yanked them roughly towards her, drawing him closer and springing free his engorged member in the process. Oh, she was enjoying the control that she was gaining over him and the obvious effect it was having on his body.
This action, it seems, was enough to free Kakarot from his breathless restraints. The Saiyan man released a deep animalistic growl and, without hesitation, grabbed Chia by the haunches, lifting her into a seated position so she could wrap her legs around him once more. This time in this position, with the closeness of his hardened length rubbing against her dewy core - wanting its access, wanting its own embrace, so tantalisingly close to her entrance - and she dug her nails into the skin of his shoulders, the anticipation was almost too much to bear for Chia. Not able to hold himself back anymore, Kakarot thrust into her, releasing a trembling grunt at being engulfed in the warmth that he had been craving.
The action caused the Saiyan-like woman to whimper briefly; she had been filled wholly and completely, without any room to spare, and yet, he still had more to give.
The sound that had escaped her alerted him to the fact that she may not be able to take the Saiyan man after all, and a fear crept within him. He had certainly never considered it an issue before, and even if it was, he wouldn't have even cared, but this time it was different. "You okay?" He offered, craning his head back to try and get a look at her face.
Looking up from his chest, her dark eyes were just visible through the strands of hair that had fallen on her face; she had a devilish smirk. In a sultry voice, she whispered, "I'm just waiting for the ride to begin."
That was it; that was the moment; there was something in her eyes. She had a darker side too; she was fearless, and she knew how to have fun. This woman provoked his inner Oozaru, the untameable beast that rampaged within him was set alight by this beautiful, tenacious being in his arms. At this revelation, he felt wholly justified in pursuing her.
Freeing a hand from its tight hold on his shoulder, Chia firmly gripped his chin and leaned in to steal another kiss as she bucked her hips on him. Eliciting a groan from him straight into her mouth, he firmly grasped her hips and began sliding her up and down. Each movement getting faster, each movement getting harder, and causing one another to grunt louder and louder.
Every time he pushed into her slick folds, sheathing himself in her warmth, he felt a sense of belonging; he felt whole. Coupled with the intoxicating aphrodisiac effects of her scent, which was engraving every delectable note into his mind, this woman gave him the closest feeling to home in years.
Each time Chia felt herself slide back down his shaft, with his length filling her, she let out a small, breathless moan. Each swift movement sent a powerful feeling throughout her body, like it was being renewed with every driving thrust into her.
With the sensation quickly becoming overwhelming, Kakarot kneaded the flesh of her curves as he pulled back from her core almost completely. She broke his kiss and put her damp forehead on his, awaiting his next move. Both of them were breathing heavily as they stared intensely into each other's eyes like two matched predators sizing each other up, when a wordless agreement passed between them. He felt a missing piece of the puzzle call to him, and as if he were magnetised, he drove back into her, all the way to the hilt. The loud moan of sheer ecstasy that escaped from Chia's panting mouth as she threw her head back was a beautiful cheer of enjoyment that delighted his ears; he desperately wanted to keep hearing that sound.
As he resumed the pace, the pulsating thrusts coursed through her with every grind as her slick body slid up and down his, their passion causing her to grip at him in every way, clawing at his back, arms, and shoulders. Chia was unravelling.
Her head dipped to his sweat-covered chest as her teeth skimmed his prominent collarbone. Barely able to speak, she let out, "K-Kakarot-"
Oh, how he loved the delicious sound of his name passing over her lips, especially in the height of passion. The Saiyan adored the fact that his actions caused her to scream his name.
With the escalating movements chasing one another into euphoria, he threw himself into the embrace with the same vigour. Edging closer and closer to his goal, Kakarot began to feel a more intense and overwhelming urge to bite this woman, the unquenchable desire to sink his teeth into her skin. He couldn't explain it; that compulsive feeling had never happened to him before, yet it somehow felt safe and familiar. For now, he would ignore it, because if it was what his parents had spoken of, then that was definitely not going to happen.
Instead, to satiate himself - as he thrust harder and faster at every moan she released - he grabbed both sides of her curvaceous rear with an echoing slap as he drove himself deeply into her. Instantly, she tightened around his length, allowing her a euphoric release as she screamed out.
"Fuck!" He let out a shuddering cry over her shoulder at the moment his mind imploded. The response to the slap had been mutual, as he groaned out at the vice-like grip she had on him. Almost instinctively, he began holding her tighter and found himself placing a hand on her lower back in an act of intimacy that surprised even him.
Throwing her messy midnight hair back off her face, Chia let out a small, satisfied chuckle before resting her forehead back on his chest. She was still in position, with her legs wrapped around him, feeling him pulsating and the ensuing moisture run down between them. She too found herself holding onto Kakarot just that little bit tighter, feeling his all-encompassing warm embrace, when she felt his hand press up against her lower back in a firm but tender movement.
Almost immediately, Chia regained her clarity after being completely overtaken by lust. Shit. What am I doing? This better not complicate things. I've gotta get out of here. I can't get too close to him or any of the other competitors. This was fun, but that's gotta be it.
When his grip loosened, she jumped down to the floor but still held her arms around him. Catching sight of each other's eyes, they shared an awkward laugh. In a semi-breathless voice, "You up for round two? Maybe we'll make it to the bed this time," she laughed, while secretly hoping that he would take the bait.
"Hell yeah!" Kakarot said somewhat excitedly, before pulling her in closer to kiss the top of her head, having just regained his own normal breathing.
Drawing back and leaving his arms, she spoke as she started to turn away, "You go and get ready; I'll just be a minute, okay?"
"Do you think I'm stupid?" She froze for a moment when he asked, hoping to the gods that her face wouldn't give her intentions away, "What are you really up to?" He was already suspicious of her actions, but still, he chose to act lightly.
"What? No, I need your bathroom!" As she gestured to herself. She was a mess - hair sticking out in all directions, torn clothing, and a sheen of sex and sweat over her - a sexy mess to him, but still a mess nonetheless.
"Oh right, yeah, it's just down past the food stor- you know what, I'll just show you instead."
"Kakarot, I am perfectly capable of finding it myself," speaking in an authoritative tone.
He raised his hands in front of him in a mocking admission of defeat as she turned to walk away from him. His smile couldn't help but grow when he caught sight of the deep red imprints on the skin of her ass. At least she'll have something to remember me by. As she left his line of view, the messy-haired Saiyan turned and walked back into the room - that they didn't even make it to - and jumped onto the lower bunk, ready for her return and whatever the next round of relations might bring him.
Chia, on the other hand, had different ideas in mind. She had already identified where she had left - or rather, thrown - her clothing; thankfully, the angle of the bunks meant that she was obscured from his sight. Discreetly gathering her belongings, knowing that she wouldn't have time to dress properly at this moment, Chia just knew that she had to leave the planet and Kakarot right now. Checking that her capsules, including the one containing her ship, were still in the pouch disguised in her under-armour, she sighed with relief and promptly grabbed it, pulling the garment back on, ready to make a quick exit. Lightly padding down the corridor that she barely remembered entering, she looked at the open door to the flight deck, and a wry smile crept over her lips as she had another idea about how to stall him.
A short time later, Chia was piloting her craft, now exiting the atmosphere of Planet Monmaasu and heading for her next destination. Having left Kakarot's ship quickly and discreetly, she had flown some distance away to decapsulate her ship. At that point, the Saiyan-like woman was wearing next to nothing clothing-wise, feeling incredibly vulnerable and on edge, whereas now that she was in the safety of her ship, she could finally unwind, relax, take a shower, and tend to the newly acquired bruises of her coupling with the Saiyan. Chia welcomed the long-awaited opportunity to free her mind, thoughts, and dreams of him, and now her experience on Monmaasu too. She was finally ready to focus her mind on her next destination without any further distractions.
Abruptly landing on the ground with heavy footing, he walked towards his ship and up the open walkway, closing it behind him. Calling out to the empty space with his gruff voice, "Whatever it is, are you done?"
"Shit," Raditz heard from the back of the ship, followed by the quick, successive padding of his footsteps. "Done?" Kakarot questioned him, somewhat innocently, and emerged half-naked with only his black pants for cover. He began discreetly looking around, checking for any sign of the Saiyan-like woman he had just been intimate with. Where the fuck is she? She can't have just disappeared, right? Oh shit.
Seeing the scratch marks on his younger brother's skin and the realisation on his face, Raditz let out an exasperated sigh and abruptly shoved Kakarot out of the way as he headed straight to the flight deck. "You fucking idiot, did you even check our stuff? Did she steal anything!"
"Ow, there's no need for that! Of course she didn't-" The younger Saiyan cut himself short as he spotted the remnant of a butterfly wing nestled next to the prominent flashing light signalling a fault. In an instant, Kakarot rushed over to the main control console. "No, no, no, she wouldn't!" As he anxiously jabbed at the buttons in the hope of quickly remedying the situation.
"It appears she fucking would, Kakarot," Raditz shouted furiously, smacking his brother on the back of his head, "And all because you wanted to get your dick wet!"
"Argh, cut it out!" Rubbing the sore spot, "It's not like that; there's something… different about her. Look, I think-" Kakarot was about to explain that he had a hunch about where Chia was headed next, but his brother interrupted him before he could get it out.
"I don't give a shit. Look, there it's sorted," he said sharply as he finished reprogramming the ship's computer; it wasn't essential, but it was enough to set them back. "That is it."
"Whaddya mean?"
"I mean this," he gestured his hand to the steady light now on the console, "Think of this as a parting gift."
"What?!"
"Your head is not in the game, and you're gonna get me killed. So I've teamed up with Vegeta and Nappa."
"Are you serious? You can't trust those guys!"
"We've got an arrangement, and it's all been agreed," placing his hand on his younger sibling's bare shoulder, "A word of advice, get your shit together and don't die. Our parents would never forgive me in the afterlife if their precious baby died."
Knocking his older brother's hand off him, "We've been over this. That's not fair; you were always the favourite - the elite. You know how proud they were of you-"
"Save it! You were always the focus, poor weak little Kakarot; he needs extra training, he needs extra food." The messy-haired Saiyan opened his mouth to protest but was silenced by Raditz's tone of finality, "Look, I'm done talking about this; what's done is done. Goodbye Kakarot."
Grabbing his bag from his bunk, Raditz left without saying another word.
Hearing the walkway close once more, Kakarot dropped down into the lead pilot's seat, seething. Running his hand down his face and mumbling to himself, he said, "Well, this has turned into a shitty day. I've been fucked over by that woman, I've been fucked over by my own brother, and now, now what!?" All whilst he was tapping at the console, checking the ship's status, and bringing up the navigation system. In a mocking voice, Kakarot continued to mutter angrily to himself, "Changing teams half way through, pfft, he's the one who's gonna get us killed. Asshole."
The whole situation hurts. For reasons he didn't understand, Kakarot had allowed himself to develop these irrational sentiments for this woman. She is both a danger and a distraction, and he had to admit to himself that his brother had been right from the beginning. He wanted to fuck her, and now that he had, at least his thoughts and fantasies of her that had plagued him would be gone. At the same time, after everything they've been through together, his brother has willingly left him. Kakarot was conflicted about how this was affecting him; in some ways, it felt similar to the news of losing his parents. but he couldn't, wouldn't, dwell on that now. Fuck it. With the realisation that he was now only responsible for himself again after years of being a team, the messy-haired Saiyan felt a renewed surge of confidence that he could succeed in this competition on his own terms.
Comparing what he still had left to retrieve on the list, along with his current positioning in this sector. Kakarot had quickly identified his next destination, as Chia had accidentally dropped a nugget of information. Having a good idea of where she might be headed next, a devious smirk crept across his face. Not only was he about to check off the next item on the list, but Kakarot was keen to catch up to her and get some payback…