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Going Ape
By Trynia Merin
Disclaimer: I don’t own DBZ, Toriyama does. I only own Cabernet and Atomique, and other fan characters you don't recognize from the anime series. KISS and references to its members and fictional superhero powers are property of Marvel, Dark Horse, and themselves. I don't get paid for this, and it means no harm.
This chapter rated R for adult content such as language, nudity, and references to sex.
***
"It's about that time again," Radditzu murmured, glancing at Nappa.
"Yes," he nodded, glancing meaningfully back.
"What time?" asked Atomique. "Another mating ritual?"
Cabernet blinked twice, gaping at Atomique incredulously. "You mean you don't know…"
"She'll learn all she needs to know from him, you impatient wench," Nappa grunted.
"Make sure you tell her EVERYTHING she needs to know, you stupid whelp," said Cabernet. "And you demand to know or kick his ass, girl…"
"I shall," Atomique nodded, seeing the wink that Cabernet tossed her.
"Now, my skin's crawling and I'm itching to hunt, so let's GO!" Nappa barked at his mate, grabbing at her. She wrestled with him and they started to exchange blows.
"What the hell? Oh I get it, you like to beat the shit out of each other before you have sex?" she asked.
"Not so much THAT," Radditzu purred. "But they test one another's strength. And there is still yet another trial or so to face before the Royal approval has been made…"
"And they're renewing their vows, right?" she pointed at the others.
"Pretty much," Radditzu nodded.
"My children are going to forget what I look like…"
"My brother knows you're busy, so don't worry. He will not let them come to harm," said Radditzu, stroking her back.
"You guys have been so… so cool about all this…" she said. Nappa and Cabernet stopped wrestling long enough to blink at her.
"More sentimental horseshit, really," Nappa barked at Radditzu.
"Excuse the hell me for giving a damn," she snorted.
"Ignore him. As far as we're concerned you're okay, Tomique," said Cabernet.
"Why?" she asked blatantly.
"You're one of us now," Cabernet said gruffly before she and Nappa walked out together. Their tails uncoiled from their waists lightly flicking across one another's backsides. Atomique felt her heart pounding in vast surges, sending huge gusts of what felt like liquid purple fire through her veins.
"Is it just cause I've grown a tail?" she asked.
"Woman you know well that they accepted you long before that. It simply clinches what you've become," Radditzu said dismissively.
"So regardless of this, Cabernet still would have…"
"They accept Buruma as their Princess," said Radditzu.
"Because the Prince will kill them if they don't," she mumbled.
"The Prince chose her as his mate. He has NEVER chosen a mate before. And never a non-Saiyan. It's never been done. Only when we had desperate times and it was commoners who did so. But a Royal…" Radditzu said quietly.
"I shouldn't question it. It's pointless," she said, shaking her head.
"Good. Cast it from your mind, and think of more important matters. You have another week to continue training before your satisfaction with your rival…"
"Oh Man… I almost forgot.! My challenge to Dragon Womyn?" Atomique asked, letting him slide a sturdy arm around her waist. She wondered what the social morays were in terms of mates and public displays of affection, yet she guessed if it were unacceptable Radditzu would not have bothered.
"Yes you did, love," Radditzu said, pride gleaming in his eyes.
"Holy smokes, I'm a glutton for punishment. She's probably going to stew about it and think of some more nasty things to say or do to try and aggravate me," Atomique rolled her eyes.
"I don't think she'll be fool enough to humiliate you in public again… now you must train extra hard to fight her…" Radditzu said. Placing pressure on the small of her back just above her newly grown tail, he guided her towards the exit of the cafeteria. Atomique did not bother to question him because right now she only wanted to be with him, her mate and nobody else. He alone had seen her vulnerable, yet he had stood by her.
"Is this part of that traditional ritual?"
"This won't be permitted till your training is formalized," Radditzu said. "If she still wishes to have the honor of serving the Prince of All Saiyans she'll have to wait for his royal decree or risk humiliation. By then, you'll have mastered your ki direction…"
"What about the children?" she asked.
"My brother will care for them. He knew that this was going to happen… I mean with regard to the traditional Saiyan Mating ceremony. That's why you need not worry…"
"What will they think?" she asked quietly.
"Why should you care?" he asked matter of fact.
"I guess there's no need worrying because it's done… I wonder if they'll insist… I get rid of it…" she shivered.
"They had best not… unless you…"
"I don't want to," she murmured quietly. "It… suits me better… at least now I'm not going to be… weak against Blackwell ever again. He won't EVER… crush me or steal my children. I swear I'll destroy him…"
"And he shall," he nodded.
"I feel so… so…" she whispered.
"Embrace it. Don't reject what makes you stronger," Radditzu urged. "This happened for a reason. And it is not for us to question the will of Great Father Oorzu. Or the promise of the legendary…"
"They're going to shit bricks… when they see this," she whispered. "Will they try to take my children away?"
"Not while I breathe," Radditzu promised. "And they are OUR children, not theirs. And my brother won't let them…"
All the time her tail had come apart from her legs, slowly arching back and forth as if to ponder her dilemma. With a great force of will she managed to steady it, then practice positioning it at various places. She walked slightly hunched over with it extended and when coiled about the waist upright. A whole smorgasbord of smells and taste assaulted her, and grew more pungent by the moment. She let her glasses drop from her eyes.
"I don’t' need these anymore…" she said, looking down at them.
"Your eyesight is far superior even as a half blood," he muttered. "If what I've observed from my nephew is true, your power will be more then adequate…"
"How long does this last, Radditzu? Only as long as I'm pregnant?" she asked.
"Hard to say. I would hope that you'd remain this way… not that I did not desire you in your ningen form. What was inside has come to the fore," he said. His hand rested over her armored belly, feeling a strong ki. A brow cocked upward with the sensation of what seemed double what it would be from a pregnant female.
"I'm starving," she whispered.
"Perhaps you'd like to hunt for something later. Come with me…" he urged, taking her hand and leading her out.
***
She felt something brush past the back of her leg as they walked along, guessing instantly what it was. With but a thought she let her own appendage lazily drop and move freely behind her. Perhaps when off duty they allowed the free movement of their tails, when they knew there was little chance of being caught, she surmised. Inside the center of the dome they came to a halt, and Radditzu pointed up towards the stairs spiraling up to the top of the converted office building. It had become the Saiyan living quarters and training facility for the growing number of soldiers in his employ. He gathered his ki to levitate himself up towards the skylight crisscrossing its bars to seemingly hold back the deepening night sky overhead. Automatically it opened, allowing them both to fly up into the night air spilling over West City.
Spires twinkled, and they hung there, facing one another before Radditzu touched his booted feet on the curved top of the dome immediately outside the round skylight. She rested next to him, and grabbed his outstretched massive hand to steady her. Already sharp pinpoints of light precipitated from the hazy navy blue, while twinkling points denoted stars.
"Beautiful," she muttered.
"Indeed. One grows weary of remaining cooped up in artificial environments. And worrying about prying ears…" he added.
"Do I have… to kill her if we fight?" she asked, standing opposite her mate. Faint orange radiance from the streetlights bounced off the curves of her armor and his. Eerily they seemed a matched set, facing one another with hands resting on each other's waists. Her tail flickered clumsily against her thigh, then diverted to the back of his muscular one.
"Yes, if she refuses to apologize and abase herself, admitting defeat," Radditzu said. "And gives you back the injury she put upon your honor…"
"How do we fight?" she asked. "Some sort of gladiatorial one on one with the Prince and royals watching?"
"That's but one way. It's however the Prince decides it's to be settled. Some of us fight in Oorzu form, while others chose one on one arena style or a hunt…"
"I don't want to kill her," she said. At first Radditzu grimaced because he thought she was being sentimental, but he saw her swallow the fear.
"You're Saiyan, woman. That's part of what you are…" he said, with a labored sigh.
"You misunderstand. I don't want to kill her because it would be a waste," she added. "Not because of any sentiment…"
"Ah… I see…" Radditzu nodded, stroking her hip, eyes widened.
"To kill I can handle. To survive. But to kill just without any use for the resources is wasteful. Why hunt just for sport when you could eat a kill? If I do have to kill her, I want full justification for it. It's far better if she lives with the humiliation that I stood her up, should it come to that…" she trailed off.
"You surprise me, and yourself," he nodded in appreciation. "But there will be times where you'll have no time to assess the pros and cons, you'll just kill on instinct…"
"Like I did as a State Alchemist," she sighed deeply.
"Indeed. I have an urge to fly away for a bit from this small city," he said. "Come with me… you appear as though you need it as well. The exertion will strengthen the children…"
"It is stuffy in here, love," she agreed. With precision he focussed his energy, then levitated to a height of fifty feet to hover overhead. She realized he was waiting for her to join him with his own power, so she reached out her ki to focus it as she had learned. More easily she defied gravity, levitating till she drifted right next to him, only six inches between them.
"This way. Catch me if you can, woman," he called. Something cracked against the backs of her legs, stunning her with a mere sting. It registered he'd swatted her with his tail, so she suppressed a frustrated snort of outrage to streak off after him.
***
"I'm going to find you, you hairy baboon," she laughed to herself. He made no effort to hide himself, simply letting her trace his ki with the scouter she wore. With more energy she flared a thicker envelope that sliced into the thin air.
A sheer flush of power shot through her, giving her an additional boost. Radditzu was toying with her, flying just beyond her range, then letting her catch up. When she had just about matched his pace, he burst ahead.
"Nice, but you'll have to try harder," he mentally chimed into her mind.
"Hey you! Make up your damn mind!" she shouted back, focussing her thoughts. All she heard was Radditzu's telepathic laugh ringing behind her temples. Balling her fist, she generated several purple spheres of light that orbited her fist. A spread hand gestured one to shoot past him at great velocity, while the other two remained just behind her, hiding by her body.
Radditzu turned, blocking one with a blast, then sent a beam whizzing towards her at great speed. She directed her second orbiting sphere to intercept then the third directly into his face. Yet she sensed something streaking just behind her at the periphery of her perception. That blasted double Sunday of his, she mumbled. Atomique let the beam slam into her back, and she curled her body up to plummet citywards.
"What the hell are you doing baka! I didn't hit you THAT hard!" Radditzu shouted, streaking down in his attempt to catch her. However she slammed a blast right before his face, blinding him.
"Sucker!" she cried.
"Ohh… you're going to pay for that, love," he laughed, clearly unharmed by her prank. By smell alone he shot off after her, heading towards the mountains beyond the city.
Radditzu closed his arm around her waist, dragging her towards his body. She struggled to break his hold, gasping with muscles unaccustomed to their new strength. A move Jeannie had used against her came into her mind, using her tail to wrap around his legs. Yet that would most likely leave her tail vulnerable.
"How will you free yourself now, love?" he laughed.
"I'm working on it…" she grunted. Small jerks of her muscles squeezed against his hold. Something occurred to her. Bringing up one leg she hooked it around the back of his, then flipped her body forwards. She began a summersault with a generated stream of ki from her two flailing hands. Radditzu struggled to hold on as the angular momentum increased.
"You'll only make yourself sick love," he said. "I'm accustomed to operating in directionless space… without a need for a frame of reference…"
"Kuso," she grumbled. Gathering her ki she was this close to transmuting the air around him into nitrogen, then she stopped. Instead she formed a light mist of plasma that began to glow and flicker. Just the right frequency of the plasma would cause it to act like charged particles of an aurora. Radditzu was momentarily curious to see what she was attempting with this light show.
She stopped rotating, and levitated still. Radditzu tightened his hold on her, slowly bringing his arms in. Her hands misted with ki, generating the spheres that surrounded them both in the circling orbital. "You're just as trapped as I am…"
"You can't go anywhere either," she snickered. Radditzu realized her 'orbitals' were constricting, each of the independent 'electron' spheres coming ever closer.
"What are you doing love?"
"Watch…" she snickered. "You were the one going on about being used to outer space… well how about a little game of tracking trajectories? You can't tell the position and velocity of each of these can you? You can only GUESS where and if they're going to occupy the same SPACE as your head…"
"Heisenberg's uncertainty principle, yes I'm aware of your earth scientists theories," he laughed. "I'm fully versed in the physics of many worlds scholars, researches and the like…"
"Thanks to your father?" she asked.
"I shall tell you more, if you let down your barrier and we shall call time," he said, releasing her arms. His tail slid around her waist, lightly tickling her ribs. Each orbital dissipated, inches from singing his hair. Radditzu smile twitched into a sly half grin showing feral white teeth while his hands found the fastenings of her armor. Below them the surrounding forest teamed with the wildlife that had been recently released into them.
"You sure?" she asked. "You playing games with me?"
"I could very well be," he purred, sliding his hands down to beneath her armor. His finger slid along the corner of the spandex, lightly tugging at it. She gasped as he started to rip it away.
"Hey!" she yelled.
"You don’t need to cover your lovely skin… as one of us you're going to be near impervious to the elements…"
"What ELEMENTS are you talking about, monkey man because you're talking to a chemist…"
"The 114 occurring ones of course," he snorted.
"114?"
"Bejitasei orbited a double star system. One of the things our science counsel did was naturally discover the locations of naturally occurring 114. In the depths of the galaxy of course," he laughed. "Don't look so surprised. I don't subscribe to that fool thing of four elements of that backwater alchemy. Your true understanding though limited of this ningen 'periodic table' is one of the few things that shows some spark of intelligence…"
"So Saiyans have a periodic table?"
"But of course," he murmured, unfastening her armor and letting the pieces drop into the trees below. She snorted in frustration, growling and squirming.
"Jerk, I just know I'm going to have to find those damn things…"
"Then we should go someplace less exposed…" he nodded, levitating her down into the treetops. How ironic, she thought, landing in the trees as tailed primates when humans put such a premium on landing in the treetops and leaving them as a sign of intelligence.
"Humans think themselves so evolved because you lost your tails? How silly? We never lost them but when we left the trees we ate what hunted us… and the most aggressive of the primates next to you are the chimpanzees…"
"And the baboons…" she grinned.
"Hence calling me a hairy baboon is a sincere compliment…" he chuffed into her ear.
"Savage, vicious and annoying…" she added. "But oh so enticing. My hairy Neanderthal baboon…"
"The Neanderthals may have no tails, but they were… similar to Saiyan. Far more attractive than your most 'lovely' fashion models. Strange how you nigens still have traces of them…"
"They were two species that cohabited the planet…"
"As we and the tuffles did on Planet Vegeta. But we won, and you Cro-Magnon won… unlike the unfortunate Neantherthal who were what we'd consider a superior species due to their strength. But you cannot deny there were crossbreeding. For your body type resembles one…"
"I love it when you talk scientifically. It's very arousing," she whispered.
"It was intended to be, love," he murmured, pulling her into the branches of the tree. Bits of armor hung here and there, and he soon added his own to dangle near hers. Fingers tore off the leggings and arms of her AE suit, while he sank his teeth into her neck.
***
Tucked into his lap, she dozed with her head against his broad shoulder. He perched with his toes curling over the branch wit his tail loosely wrapped around another to steady her in his lap. She straddled his haunches; legs locked around his waist while her tail lightly threshed back and forth.
The thick musk of lovemaking hung like a scent cloud just around them. Other life forms seemed to pay them no mind, leaving them well alone. The few predatory wild cats gave them a wide birth, instantly recognizing a predator far more dangerous then Man even.
"Radditzu?" she asked.
"Yes, love/" he purred.
"Saiyans are predators. Is there some… ritual of having to… prove myself by making some kill?" she asked.
"Interesting you should ask that. You guess correctly. As warriors we must prove ourselves by vanquishing an enemy or completing a hunt… some of us from a young age," he nodded.
"Like lions… and other predators on Earth… I'd assume the same…"
"Any hunting society, love," he nodded. "You are no stranger to the need to kill. Perhaps that is why the Prince did not object to our match… What was your first kill?"
"Sentient or animal?" she asked.
"Sentient. As in an enemy…" he clarified.
"I almost killed Leader. But it was before that… when I killed a scientist who was trying to kill me… and attack my friends," she said quietly. "I knowingly used my powers to transmute them into something inorganic…"
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes… and no…" she whispered. "I for a moment enjoying making them suffer as much as I once did, then I felt sick…"
"That doesn't make you weak, love," he said quietly. "But have you killed for the sport of it?"
"Not sentient beings. Animals to hunt and live. But never just to kill period. I want a purpose for it."
"I killed with purpose. Because our employers wanted it to be so. I did my job,' Radditzu said. "Nappa likes to kill because he finds it sporting."
"Do all Saiyans find it sporting to kill sentient beings?" she asked. "When you weren't purging planets?"
"Not without a purpose," Radditzu said. "I killed sentient beings that 'infested' a world. I didn't think it was anything… unacceptable if they were weaker than I was. But if they offered me sport, I would give them a chance to show their strength. There is no sport in slaughtering just to pile bodies. Not even Nappa is that foolish. But Frieza, he killed just because it was 'fun' and he loved the sight of wholesale destruction."
"You killed for profit, then. To survive?" she asked, wriggling in his grasp.
"Yes woman," he nodded. "As all hunters do. As you did. To survive and make yourself strong. But when all you do is purge, you forget other things…"
"Like mating?" she asked. Radditzu nodded.
"You don't realize how powerful it makes you feel to destroy, when those breathing down your necks could kill you… it gives you…"
"Some measure of control, because you're not completely powerless?" she asked. "I know Radditzu. But it seems like most people would still think you were bullies."
"Perhaps. But it's how I learned to live," he shrugged quietly. "Now, I know there are other ways to fight to survive. It's not profitable and it's a waste of time to sell worlds when there are so few of us left… my brother told me the whole story of how… I met my demise… the version that lived in this universe… and I am much like that in some ways. Yet the difference comes because this time I first saw Earth, one of the first creatures I met was female, and was equal to my raw battle power…"
"You're joking," she said.
"You are far stronger then you let on. Even as a ningen your raw power topped 1000, which is perhaps respectable for a Saiyan third class who has just reached adulthood. Yet the powers I sense from my Prince and my brother are magnitudes of order above that. I've tasted the power that you bestowed upon me, and realized that the Legendary was attainable by all… but since then the Prince mentions that there are new levels my brother has reached while others have not…"
"Do you miss… purging planets?" she asked, untangling herself from him. Radditzu pulled her close, crushing her gently in his embrace.
"I would be lying if I said no. I don't miss the humiliation of the fools we worked for, but I miss the thrill of the hunt, and the quest to survive. Yet I do not regret giving that up for having met my mate…" he said quietly. "This part disgusts you? You fear that I would enjoy killing just to do it?"
"I don't know…"
"Perhaps some Saiyans would claim that is our way. But not to me, or my mother or father. We remember the old ways. Killing has a purpose, to eat, to prove your strength. But killing defenseless creatures and torturing them is for those who are truly helpless. Nappa had descended to that level. I only killed because it was my duty. To clear a world as you'd clear vermin. It didn't always occur to me to question that what I considered 'vermin' was worth my notice… but when the job was done, I would like nothing better than to eat and sleep…"
"So if you thought of humans like cockroaches, then it is justified in killing?"
"Yes. Simply killing. But not needlessly maiming. That is what separates us from Freiza's kind. But some of us forgot that. To be Saiyan is to be a hunter, and is many things. But not a wastrel. Even the lives that were destroyed in purging… the bodies and life force were not thrown away… Anything can be twisted to serve a purpose as you well know. But if the killing for sport makes you a stronger warrior… there is no waste. Not like Frieza simply blowing up a planet because he was bored…"
"I see," she whispered, then turned to look at him. Swallowing hard she asked, "Would you have killed me?" she asked.
"No woman. From the first moment I lay eyes on you I figured you would be a pleasant diversion. To have fun with and hand over to the enemy. But I would not have raped you. Perhaps taken you into my protection to serve me…" he coughed. Both of them were stripped naked to the core of their vulnerable souls, pitted and ugly with the hurt they'd caused and witnessed.
"He's killed thousands so that he and his kind can live…. And I have brought two children into this world only to let them fall into enemy hands because I wasn't strong enough. Such things are not equivalent exchange. Those ishballans I killed, that father of his children while the Iron Blood alchemist stood over me and held his hand to my head if I didn't…"
"You comprehend woman, and you are correct about me," Radditzu said softly, kissing her lips. "That was how it started with me. My father taught me killing was necessary to survive. But killing for sport… was twisted into a purpose to serve Frieza. Preservation of my own kind above other species was turned into a reason to kill. And it is a reality I've lived my whole life…"
"And I still love you," she choked hard, crying for them both.
"I thought myself incapable of this… emotion. But I find that I have it consuming my whole body. Dominating my thoughts and twining with the mating. You think love is something you separate from mating, but it isn't. The urge to protect, to bond in continuing the species is considered the ultimate aim of the Saiyan…"
"The biological urge of all species is your code of conduct," she nodded. "The strongest survive… but the best suited aren't always the most physically strong…"
"Those more fortunate then others. Why would I be spared while my family was destroyed. All that killing…"
"Was to try and square what happened to your people. I guess you flipped that switch when you saw how senselessly your planet perished…" she whispered. "But what changed you?"
"You… and the Prince," he said quietly. "We stopped purging to find our prince. That path led us to the destroyers. Then I saw you, and couldn't get you out of my mind. Then our Prince told us the truth of our accidental death. That the one that we served destroyed our world. And that made my whole life clear…. That I could be as he was, or make my own fate as my prince had done…"
"No longer a slave to senseless empty taking of life… but one to preserve it," she added. "But Radditzu, you've created life. You and me. Maybe it's not an equivalent exchange, but it's a way to put order to chaos…"
"As my Prince has done. To fight in other ways," Radditzu nodded.
"I love you, Radditzu," she whispered.
"And I you, Tomique-chan," he whispered. "Now that I know what that is."
***
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