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Cub Check-Up	By : theonlytalonsage Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1494 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own nor profit from DBZ. Sage is mine though and Zahath belongs to Manawolf.

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Radditz/Vegeta, Zarbon/OC Zahath, Zarbon being abusive, mentions of child abuse, reptile snobbery, and introduction of an original character same species as Zarbon. Lots of lovely Saiyajin instinct things, and Radditz being a blockhead.

Bold Text Means Zarbon and Zahath speaking in their native tongue.

Italic text is Radditz's bond speech to Sage

Bold Italics is Saiya-go

"Salvijasei," Radditz muttered, "he was born on Salvijasei." Maybe... if he just skipped over it, Zarbon wouldn't notice? Yeah, right. "He was wrappin' his tail around stuff in th'first few days... He c'n get a few inches by himself jus' wiggling, but he can't really hold his head up yet, so that kinda limits how far he gets. I think he started that 'bout two weeks ago."

"Mmmhmm." It wasn't that interesting, his species young could swim right out of the egg. Mammals were so backward. "Tail coordination, wriggling, not holding his head up, Salvijasei. Hm. Before or after it was purged, Radditz? And remove your shirt. I asked how the birth was achieved. Answer my question."

"I... um... A-after..." Shit, Zarbon wouldn't let it go. Surely it was better not to make a fuss? It would be over faster... and... attract less attention. "Um." Yeah, right.

Stalling for time, he awkwardly set Sage down on the couch. Kid couldn't get very far from there, if he was inclined to try. And it was soft... "V'geta did it," he finally elaborated, not daring to hope that was enough detail for Freeza's persistent right hand. Nervously he shrugged the sleeveless shirt over his head, holding it in front of him as if reluctant to let it go - which he was - before giving it to Sage as a blanket until he could get the cub's own clothes back on. Crossing his arms in front of his chest to hide the fact that his ribcage showed a bit between his pecs, he kept his tail wrapped in front of the birthing scar. The feel of his own fur was comforting, even as he knew he'd be told to move it. Where there wasn't lean, corded muscle, there was bone, and his tail helped to hide jutting hipbones as well as the unhappy scar.

Zarbon directed the camera on his data pad to record the surprisingly thin adolescent. It looked as though Radditz had not been exaggerating the food situation. That makes him even more irritated. "Move your tail, monkey." His voice was sharp, even to his own ears, and he's startled, though he does his best to not show it when there's a shrieking laugh from the cub. His eyes slide towards it, but he can't see it where he was certain Radditz had placed it on the couch. Then he sees the black shirt move and hears another shriek. It was playing. With a...shirt. A shirt. Monkeys.

Radditz flinches, tail tightening, but he's distracted by Sage's squeals of joy over his shirt. It's the small pleasures... Fighting himself, he reluctantly unwraps his tail, then idly - as if this was totally his idea the entire time - pokes Sage through the shirt with the tip. The cub's burbling laughter is a welcome distraction. Wound tense as a spring and desperately trying not to look like it, he watches his son and avoids Zarbon's eyes as he waits to be told - he hopes - that he can put his shirt back on. Of course, now that Sage was having such fun with it, he wasn't sure how easy it would be to get it back...

"HOW exactly did Vegeta do it?" He moves closer and runs his fingers over the angry skin. It wasn't healing well, and weren't Saiyajin supposed to heal faster than most other aliens? It'd been sewn up, he could see that, but it was still red and slightly oozy. Hot to the touch. Infected. "You idiot monkeys. What did Vegeta use Radditz? How did he do this?? ANSWER ME!!"

Radditz backed up flush against the wall, tail brushed out as it convulsively wrapped back around his waist. "A - a ki-blade - I..." He gulped. He'd faced down Zarbon's wrath before. Why was he being such a fucking chicken now? Though... before it was usually for Vegeta... He could be as brave as it took on his prince's behalf. He could also be an arrogant, cocky, foolhardy bastard on his own time, and he'd done THAT before too. But now, for some reason, he was far more threatening. "It was better b'fore he had t'go... jus' recently. To Freeza-sama." He loathed putting the honorific there, but he knew Zarbon wouldn't tolerate any insubordination towards the changeling. With things as they were, his son just a few feet away, he couldn't risk it.

Zarbon hissed colorfully. A fucking ki blade. And not one wielded by a goddamned medical professional in a sterile setting. Surgical ki-blades were difficult to use at the best of times, and this monkey was telling him that he let Vegeta cut into him, free-hand and pull out their...spawn?? He only JUST stops himself from backhanding Radditz. Why he bothers to stop himself is another query that he doesn't feel like addressing and he stalks over to the exam table, then back to calm himself. "You have an infection," he spat. "And you aren't healing properly." Elders damn all monkeys and their spawn! "I'll have to give you an injection." And he'd have to report that to Freeza. "Will you shut that thing up!" The damned grub would NOT stop laughing and squealing. It was grating on his nerves.

"He's happy," Radditz grumbles defensively, wrapping Sage in his shirt and picking him up. This entire ordeal was probably all one big adventure to the infant - new scenery, new people... At least Radditz' own high-strung stress level didn't seem to be bleeding over too much.

An infection, huh... well, he wasn't all that surprised. With Vegeta absent, it wasn't getting Saiyajin-style cleaning (that is to say, licking) anymore; Radditz couldn't reach himself, after all. He certainly kept himself clean enough, or tried to - with Sage around, it was a wonder he got anything for himself done - but he couldn't really see the scar himself very well. So, he had to have a shot. Hooray. As long as it wasn't one of those bone-cement monstrosities, he'd be okay... THOSE things were just scary. "Hm. Haven' had many infections," he muses, almost to himself. That was probably why he didn't recognize it.

"I am truly amazed." His voice is dry as he watches the grub bounce in it's...what...ever Radditz was to it...arms. "Does it EVER shut up??" He was going to have a headache, he just knew it. Elders damn all monkeys. He COULD use a spray, but he's feeling mean and loads up an old style syringe. "Drop your pants and bend over the table."

"Mostly when 'e's sleepin." Radditz sensed an undercurrent of dry humor in Zarbon's words, a feeling that he meant more than what he simply said, but couldn't place the meaning. Business as usual, then.

"Uh... s'that... necessary?" He didn't look forward to having Zarbon stick him in the first place, but that wasn't such a huge deal. But... he was gonna put that where, exactly?

"Yes, it is necessary. Unfasten your pants, lower them and bend over the table. Now monkey." And then he could think about drawing blood from the...spawn. Yuck. And get other samples hopefully. "I will not wait much longer!"

"Okay, okay okay okay!! Geez..." Radditz grumbled something about twisted panties - very much under his breath - and put Sage back down on the couch. Watching Zarbon warily, he undid the snaps on his loose pants with reluctance, lowered them to expose his rump and tensely bent over the table, tail nearly tucked between his legs. It made his skin crawl to assume such a vulnerable position. Not that Zarbon hadn't seen worse, and not that it gave Zarbon any more of an advantage than he already had, but still...

That makes him feel better. Much better about this whole situation, even if it's only for the time it takes to stalk over and stab the large Saiyajin in the ass with the needle and depress the plunger. And because he can, he grins. "Don't move, you have another one coming." And he gets him again. He lets the balm of his superior position soothe him until he realizes that there's a membrane-splitting shrieking coming from the direction of the couch. The spawn again. But it sounded different this time. Less like the annoying laughing shriek and more like the vomiting shriek.

Radditz yowls as Zarbon sticks him. He'd expected it to hurt, but Zarbon isn't even trying to be gentle. Actually, he thinks he's doing this deliberately. Goddamned sadistic sonova... Radditz doesn't even have any fat layer to cushion the blow. It'll be fun sitting down for the next day or so, that's for sure.

He realizes through the bond what Sage has done a moment before it is announced to the world via ear-splitting shriek, and without hesitation he smacks Zarbon away from his rear with his tail and darts over to extract the infant's arm from the joint in the couch where it's become lodged. Or rather, he stumbles, pulls his pants up, and THEN comes to the rescue.

Freeing Sage's arm is fairly simple; it's certainly easier than quieting the outraged infant. Purring authoritatively, Radditz grooms the offended limb, then Sage's tousled mane. Shhh, who's my brave little princeling? It's nothing, saaa. Nothing to one such as you. Shh now...

He was more than stunned and offended as Radditz literally smacked him out of the way in his rush to get to his spawn. True, he could almost understand WHY...that noise. Elders, and it's not shutting up yet. "IF YOU DO NOT SHUT THAT THING UP I WILL THROW IT IN AN AIRLOCK, SO HELP ME!!!" Hmm...he appears to still be slightly ruffled. He may have to beat the shit out of Radditz to regain his composure. "What the HELL do you think you're doing, laying hands on your superior???"

Radditz blanched, and tried to act casual. "I... I didn't!" he objects. Technically, it was true... his hands hadn't been involved, just his tail. Hearing the edge in Zarbon's voice, he imparts the mental message DANGER to Sage, in the hopes that instinct would kick in and tell him to be quiet. He wasn't sure how old cubs had to be before that worked.

"Are you ARGUING with me monkey??" He's slightly gratified when the grub shuts up abruptly and goes almost invisible against it's parent. That was...odd. Very odd. "Is it dead?"

"N... No, I jus'... tried somethin' different. Wasn' sure it'd work." And sure as hell didn't mean he hadn't meant it, either. He had no intention of frivolously telling Sage his life was in danger. Zarbon WAS dangerous after all, and although Radditz was pretty sure he wouldn't actually do what he threatened - Freeza wouldn't like it - that didn't mean his ire could be disregarded. He hopes, though, that the alien's surprise at the Saiyajin cub's reaction would override his anger at Radditz' perceived... totally accidental... insult.

Zarbon scowls, his mouth twisting unbeautifully. "Well, why did you not try it EARLIER?" But it WAS quiet now. And it is a relief. Fucking mammal grubs. Feh. "Put it down, on the table. NOW!" when Radditz hesitates. He had his goddamned orders to NOT harm the monkey spawn for the moment, and he'd be damned if he would disobey Freeza. Once Radditz has set the still quiet thing down, he backhands him...hard. "Do not ever...EVER touch my person again. DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND. MONKEY."

Radditz staggered and pulled himself up against the table the blow had thrown him into. At least he didn't end up several inches deep into the nearest wall. He shook his head, dizzy; it always felt like he'd knocked some marbles loose after Zarbon let him have one. Fucking HELL the alien was strong. "Yeh... I gettit," he manages, struggling not to spit the blood from where his tooth nicked the inside of his cheek. If he did, he was pretty sure Zarbon would forget that Sage needed him to survive and happily take the Saiyajin population down by one.

Feh. Maybe he could use this as an excuse to be difficult the next time Freeza wanted his second involved in one of his little peep shows.

That felt much better, and he smirks, getting together a tray to retrieve urine and blood from the cub. "Oh pick yourself up Radditz. I did not hit you that hard." He looks distastefully at the grub...hn...is it supposed to be that pale and still? Whatever, he did NOT want to touch it and find out. But he was going to have to in order to get the blood. Making a face he unwraps the...thing and cinches up the thigh. That'd be the most likely place to get a good vessel. Again, why is HE doing this? He is neither a medic or a doctor. He nearly jumps out of his skin though as the cub makes an entirely different noise. What the HELL?? He wished he was not so sensitive to tonal qualities, but it was part of his species...specialties. Body language, tone...it was like a screaming blaring difference each time the brat opened it's mouth.

Despite the lesson he's just been dealt, Radditz reacts with alacrity, and a parent's instinct. Light on his feet, he's up on the table, crouching on his toes and fingertips as he hovers protectively over Sage and, for once, meets Zarbon eye-to-eye. Mane and tail bristling, he's clearly more than willing to step over lines he wouldn't tread on his own behalf for the sake of his child. "What are you doin'." he challenges in a low snarl.

Zarbon only just manages to not step back. What the fucking hell..."Just who do you think you're addressing monkey?? Get down from there right NOW!!"

Radditz snarls again, bristling and aggressive and completely heedless of the bruise forming where Zarbon had just struck him. He would NOT be intimidated as far as Sage was concerned. Zarbon could snap him like a twig but he was still willing to put himself between the powerful alien and his child. Self-preservation didn't factor into it.

Nudging Sage onto his side, Radditz bent to take the infant's scruff between his teeth, then lept down from the table and retreated back to the couch. Sage tucked his tail and feet up neatly, silent and wide-eyed.

What the hell just happened? He literally stands there, having no clue what just happened. One minute he's going to draw blood from the cub, the next, he's getting lip from Radditz, and now they're both off the table and...just who is in charge here?? He is SO angry, and it actually takes him a few tries on his scouter. "Send...Zahath...to...exam room...sixteen-fifty." Can they tell his teeth are clenched? He hopes not. "Send...him...now." Because if he doesn't get someone else in here, he WILL kill one or both of them, and he does NOT have clearance to do that. Goddamn, he wants a smoking stick. His fingers are trembling with rage, and he clenches them tightly into fists. There's no sound from the monkeys. Good. If there were, he is not certain he could control himself. Not certain at all.

Radditz groomed Sage's mane frantically, scraping the cub's forehead with the rough patch of his tongue. He knew Zarbon was upset, and he knew he should probably care, but when it came to Sage all bets were off. Zarbon could kill him, and he didn't care, so long as he didn't let anything happen to Sage.

Zahath was, happily, wrapping something up as the call came through. "I recommend that you keep those groups separated... put them on rotating schedules, or purges, or something." Dunrakijin were SO difficult...

Hm. High-priority message on his scouter. He checks it and sends back the acknowledgment signal - not that he could have declined, the code came from high-up. He could have been in the middle of anything, and still had to drop everything to answer this call. Let's see... 1650... he'd noticed something about that room's schedule this morning. That's right, the new Saiyajin's first check-up! And his gillhood friend, Zarbon, was Lord Freeza's preferred handler for that particular species. He recalled that Zarbon found them... aggravating... but Zahath found them fascinating, and was thrilled silly to hear that a rare carrying male had survived. By all accounts he was entirely too young to breed, but Lord Freeza wanted it so it had happened. Zahath just wished he'd better access to them so he could study them better...

He takes the fastest route he knows and soon finds himself opening the door to the examination room. The Saiyajin, half-naked and looking decidedly feral, had taken up residence on the couch. And Zarbon... "You look like you need a smoke," he offers in their native tongue. His friend looked like he was about two shakes away from shifting. What the hell happened here?

"I will kill them both. I swear, I will kill them both Zahath. Do..." here he makes an expressive gesture with his hands..."SOMETHING...or I swear to not being responsible for what happens." Yes, Elders he needed a smoke and he folds his arms and takes a breath. "It...they...ELDERS. That...grub will NOT stop making noises, and every time it does, the damned MONKEY does something unexpected! I still need blood and urine samples from the spawn, the parent is by turns belligerent and cooperative and entirely unpredictable. If I kill them, Elders only know what Freeza-sama will do to me. If you do not do...something...Zahath, I swear by all that is elder I will SNAP."

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