Saiyan Foster Parent | By : Polymer Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 1714 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Morning After
Next morning Tomique rolled over, feeling exhaustion slowly ebbing away. She slowly sat up, and then looked around Radditzu's quarters. It was a more remote part of Capsule, where most of the guests were housed. His room was a comfortable double bed suite, with a small kitchenette, and a bathroom with double shower. Small pieces of alien technology were scattered here and there, among bits of armor and other things.
She stumbled out of bed, and saw that a set of clean sweats had been placed there. They seemed rather large, but she recognized the capsule logo from the corporate design. Vegeta had them wear these things when working out, in lieu of the 'casual clothes' when they weren't in armor.
"Stupid son of a bitch, what the hell DID he do to me," she murmured, glancing at herself in the mirror. Bruise marks graced her hips, and breasts, looking like ripe damaged fruit.
Bites marked her neck, arms and bare flesh, while the burn scar was healing nicely. Her eyes widened at the implications, and then she sank to the commode. Oddly she felt incredibly good, but her body looked as if she had been in a fight. On her shoulder were the round marks of his teeth that he said were a dissuasion mark, a ghastly purple hickey that would put an ex boyfriend to shame.
"Damn it… this is NOT going to look good… stupid idiot," she mumbled. Rooting in her bag, she grabbed one of the silk robes that Goku had given her, belonging to his grandmother. She buttoned the robe overtop the capsule T-shirt, then found a matching pair of pants. Her uniform was still dirty, and the purple workout gi were in shreds. Grumbling, she threw her underwear on the bed, knowing he would probably want them for his own use when she was not there. He loved anything inundated with her scent, especially when he complained about missing her.
"IT works for Master Roshi," she thought, putting the underwear under his pillow. If he's feral, then he'll have plenty to remember her by.
Tomique sensed energies by thought and emotion. Yet lately her thought and emotion senses were greatly hindered, because they weren't as sensitive to non-human emotions. Namely Saiyans and altered humans. While she could sense Goku's emotions at proximity, after a certain point it was difficult to detect its direction. Even with great efforts it was hard for her to distinguish different identities of emotion.
So as a result, Goku had taught her how to sense ki. Although most of the Z fighters were far better at this than she ever could hope, it was enough to avoid significant danger. The more she trained, the better she grew at this ability, but one could hardly catch up with seasoned fighters. Even the weakest of the Z fighters were more adept. As for strength, she had worked up to raw martial arts abilities where she could hold her own against Videl. Daily they worked on exercise in the gym, before she rushed out to see what was going on with her son's training. Videl and she often worked on ki focussing, because the youth was fairly new to it herself. As such she was used to the frustration.
If not for her military training of martial arts, she would have been sunk. Fortunately what she had learned before that was impressed through telepathy, and training with her friends in the bunkers. A whole year of living with minimal food did much. Every day she joined in calisthenics then learned martial arts from some of her friends. When she had landed in the Alchemy world, she had spent close to a year in a special remedial boot camp for adult alchemists who had taken the placement exam. By the time she had stumbled into the Dragon Ball universe she was at least as good as a black belt. Sometimes the lessons with Goku involved sparring with some of his other Z fighter friends, namely Krillen and Yamucha. At least there she had human competition. Both were fast and strong, making her wonder how in the hell she could hope to face someone. But private lessons with Videl paid off. When she wasn't training, she was tutoring in chemistry. Six months later she was decent enough to finally outwit Videl, then move onto her other sparring partners.
It seemed hard to believe those two had saved her children and brought them into their foster home. Yet they were very capable fighters. Still they were nothing in comparison to the Saiyan who she had stumbled across. He had a presumably LOW battle power, but she had somehow managed to survive.
Tomique shoved away the memory and returned to what she was doing. She hugged herself thinking of the feel of his massive hands on her body. Being slammed into with great pushes of energy barely restrainable. How did Bulma ever manage to overcome her fear making love to someone as terrifyingly powerful as Vegeta? Or Chichi with Goku. Either man would destroy with a touch. Perhaps it was the exquisite control either had on their abilities, locking them behind massive breakers that required emotion to trigger them.
"It's like a switch in your mind," Goku had explained to her, when he was trying to show her how he threw a basic punch. She wondered how in HELL she could ever learn anything.
"A switch?"
"Yeah, when you study martial arts you learn how to trigger your ki when you need it. Otherwise you hold it all back. You can't let it all out at once or there's no control. Basically you take your ki and add it to your abilities… and voila, anything's possible," he said.
"Huh, even if you haven't studied martial arts till very RECENTLY?" she asked.
"Well Gohan said you were a scientist. That's a very complicated thing. But you know how matter and energy work? Well you concentrate for that… that's something I'd NEVER get. But you've got all that energy from when you zap one thing into another? Put that into your punch… and it'll give it more… oomph," Goku tried to explain. He was far better at teaching then his son however. Especially when Videl told the anecdotes of how difficult it was for Gohan to teach her to fly.
"It's mental energy. Goku, you realize how much of an esper you are?"
"A what?"
"ESP. Star child had a tremendous amount of mental power. This ki… it's like telekinesis… when you levitate things…"
"Like when I levitate during flying. I get it. Psycho… kin whatever must be ki then," he shrugged.
"How the hell do you HAVE so much. Unless it's because you're Saiyan…"
"Well Bulma says its because I'm a whole lot denser… and Chichi's always complaining about THAT, but usually it's because she's saying it in regard to my head…"
"Denser molecular structure holds more potential energy," she muttered.
"You've got a lot of ki bottled up. Otherwise you couldn't change stuff. Think how big of a ki blast you'd get if you didn't change it into matter?" Gohan suggested, looking up from where he was sparring with Videl.
"Matter and energy… yes… that makes sense…"
"Why don't you explain it, Gohan… you're the scientist… maybe I'm well… not explaining it all too well," Goku had relented.
"There they go again," Videl had shaken her head, while she struggled with the frustration.
***
Jeannie wandered down the hallways towards the gravity chamber. Across her body she had slung a workout bag, containing her armor. Instead of it she wore sweatpants that hung off her hips, along with a sleeveless shirt that said "Demon girl' across the breasts in red felt lettering. Out of her transformation her face was olive complected, her dark hair in a ponytail and its usual topknot trailing down her back.
A sudden power spike in ki piqued her interest. She diverted her heading from the gravity room, letting her gym bag drop so she could investigate. There was no mistaking the signature of the sudden ki burst, for it was distinctly Star Child. Momentarily she thought it could be Paul or Elliot. Then it faded to a level and frequency that matched someone else. Jeannie's features twisted into a frown. She slid the door open, to see the white smocked figure moving around the lab with ease. Atomic Girl, a.k.a. Tomique-san in this reality was assembling a set of glassware into a reactor. Glass tubes and condensers were latched together with green plastic clips.
"Not using her powers, interesting," said Jeannie to herself.
"Is someone there?" asked the alchemist. She had her hands cupped around a flask hooked to the bottom of the reactor. For a second her hands glowed purple, then stopped.
However Jeannie smelled only ultraviolet light, not the scent of alchemical change. Although Jeannie's sense of smell was not as acute as a Saiyan's, it was more attenuated to scenting types of chikara or ki. Instead of sensing energies like Goku did, she smelled them. Most Saiyans smelled chemicals such as hormones or personal scents, but she smelled energies.
"That's interesting, you're not using your transmutation powers?" asked Jeannie.
"Jeannie, can I help you?" Tryn asked in a professional tone. Dark brown eyes met dragon green, noting the slight intimidating challenge. While Jeannie towered over the average height woman, Tryn's large shoulders and wide hips were packed with muscle and the same weight in a more compact package than Dragon Womyn's. Forgetting the height discrepancy, the way in which the chemist stared down the younger woman would intimidate most smaller then her.
"Actually I was curious just WHAT you were doing in here…"
"Work for Bulma," said Atomique.
"Aren't you usually sparring… or taking care of your children?"
"I could ask the same of you. Is there some specific reason you're here, because I've got a great deal of work to do…"
"Always hiding in your lab," Jeannie said. "How typical."
"Excuse me? Do you have something to say to me, young lady?" Tryn asked, giving her best teacher from hell look that pissed her off.
"Don't give me THAT," Jeannie laughed. "My dad was a teacher, and that doesn't work on me. I'm not one of your STUDENTS you can boss around…"
"What's your point exactly?" Tryn asked, keeping all emotion out of her face. "Unless you've got a reason for coming here, you're interrupting something vitally important. Please don't interrupt me. I don't appreciate..."
"Always trying to hide behind manners…"
"You're trying to provoke me into a fight, right? Well I'm not in the mood," Tomique said, turning her back and ignoring her. "Now if you'll excuse me…"
"Look at me while I'm talking to you!"
"Unless you have something of note to say, leave. Obviously you've picked me for your target. I'm NOT interested," Tomique said.
"Too bad," Jeannie mumbled. "You know it always amazes me how you can get lost doing NOTHING in this damn lab when there are more important things to do. Not that you don't have your USES making plastics and things, but maybe it's better you do THAT instead of caring for young…"
"Hmm," Tomique said, ignoring Jeannie. She knew what the girl was trying to do, and was determined not to be bated into a fight. It became a waiting game, where the organic chemist simply started working with extremely noxious chemicals which left incredibly bad smells.
She opened a bottle of DMSO, which smelled like garlic. "Forgot to turn on the fume hood," she said when Jeannie wrinkled her nose. Swirling the product in a separation flask, she vented it, and then drained off the denser fluid, leaving the lighter on top. Then she poured the entire mixture through a large column filled with sand and other packing to filter it out and collect it at the bottom.
"Always playing the absent minded professor? C'mon, Tryn, that act's getting Seriously old. You can't ignore me. I can be as big a pain in the ass as you can…"
"What was that?" Tomique asked, acting bored. "Oh, there's the ether… excuse me…"
"Humph, I see you're still trying to pretend I'm not here. Well surprise, I'm not going away…"
"That's nice," Tomique said. "So, what exactly IS your point? Don't you have training to do?"
"As if YOU had any say in what I do," Jeannie smirked.
"Uh huh," Tomique said, dipping into the 'I'm ignoring you because I'm running an experiment' mode. She poured the rest of her chemical into the reactor to start the polymerization process.
"I guess your alchemy powers aren't all THAT hot because you're not using them," Jeannie smirked.
"IT takes energy to create matter. Why waste my powers on THAT when I can do things the old fashioned way," Tomique answered.
"Or maybe you're too weak or not as powerful as I thought," Jeannie said.
"So what?" asked Tomique. "You're the warrior. You tell me."
"I think you're hiding. Hiding behind excuses like you always do. You never WERE cut out to bear the power as I was…"
"Were any of us?" she asked, turning to stare at Jeannie. "You can go on and on about how I’m not this, that or the other, but frankly, I don't care. You've made it clear you don't care for me. So why not coexist with a minimum of friction since you hate my guts so much…"
"Always taking that path of least resistance. So very like a scientist… or academic hiding behind books. Well, while you hide in your…"
"If you're going to hurl insults, you're doing a piss poor job. You could at LEAST make up some original ones that aren't out of some stupid cliché comic book or bad SF novel," Tomique rolled her eyes at Jeannie.
"Ah, so we're switching to pop culture?" asked Jeannie. "Well, Miss Trekkie, I can bury you any day with useless trivia!"
"Term's Trekker, Miss Otaku. And no I don't wear my Spock ears to bed. They're next to my Bajoran Earring…" she quipped. "Probably the same place you left your Gundam mobile suit, or your D-tector…"
"Very funny. Why don't you just call Scotty or O'Brian and beam yourself the hell outta here, or maybe I should just throw you in the nearest damn worm hole," Jeannie smirked.
"Go hope Galactic express 99, and leave me the hell alone," she grumbled. Cupping her hands around the bottom of the flask she struggled to generate the right frequency of UV light.
"Oh, now we're using our powers? I suppose you can't help but learn that alchemy you learned on the Full Metal world…" said Jeannie.
"Bugger off," Tomique said.
"May your white labcoat disintegrate spontaneously," Jeannie stuck her tongue out.
"Ouch, that was below the belt," Tomique mumbled. "Obviously you've been delving into that classic SF collection…"
"You wouldn't have the talent to make that sort of polymer. Not even you, who call yourself an organic chemist. You can't even muster the battle chikara for a proper attack. You just throw plastic at me. Funny how you were able to transmute left and right when you first GAINED the power… what happened?"
"I don't know. Maybe the same thing that happened to you? Your powers evolved over time. Considering you started from ground zero like I did?"
"My powers didn't change. You could transmute anything to anything else… and now all you can do is generate plastics. What happened? Lose your touch?"
"Any of the 92 elements or simpler matter," said Tryn. "But the power was random. I focussed on learning the discipline of one element only. IN the Alchemy world, they think of the four or five elements as in archaic times. I chose the same approach, but picked the few elements that I understood. Since I'm an organic chemist, I best understand making things from carbon, hydrogen, and oxygen. I can manipulate these three because I comprehend them. Just like you use your powers geologically because you understand THAT…"
"How perfectly academic. I didn't come here to hear you lecture," said Jeannie, yawning.
"Then why did you?"
"Just to see why I felt a feeble flash of battle power that disintegrated to nothing. That talisman is wasted on you. You couldn't exist without it…"
"Contrary to what you believe, I don't use my talisman for my transmutations. I learned how on my own abilities. Whatever you saw me do was by what I learned in the Alchemy world alone. While I needed the talisman or Paul's star powers to do what I accomplished in our world, this was my own ability… my own knowledge of Alchemy…"
"No wonder. You're not USING your talisman. HAH," Jeannie laughed. "Well that laugh's on you, because I'm not either. Everything I do is based on the power that is part of me… my body's learned to push itself to the limits. The thing they didn't tell any of us is that the talisman…"
"Changed our molecular structure and mutated it. I know," Trynia mumbled.
"I was going to say mutated our cells and modified them into a more adaptable form," Jeannie interrupted. "Allowing my body to collect and metabolize geothermal energy…"
"Yeah I know you eat fire and heat. Christine can drain the life force of other beings and use it for her powers," said Tomique. "This I already know."
"None of us has need of the talisman now that our bodies have changed. And I can trigger the change to my Dragon Womyn persona at will…"
"Just like a Super Saiyan change. How nice for you," said Tomique.
"You're too scared to try and use the full extent of the power that talisman can give you. Only once or twice did I see you use its full potential. You amaze me how you can hold such power and just chuck it aside. It convinces me you're not worthy for it."
"So what? Show me someone who can use it?" she asked. "I didn't ASK for it. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't like using it. But the Talismen are only catalysts. That's why the Destroyers want them. Because it's merely speeding up what was already set in motion. Unlocking latent powers…"
"I already knew that, idiot," laughed Jeannie. "You're not the only one knowledgeable of science…"
"I know that. What I don't get is why you're wasting my time and yours going on and on trying to piss me off. Because if it's a fight you want, we can go a few rounds in the gym and try and beat each other's asses if you REALLY want. Is that it… do you want me to see if I can fight you one on one?"
"That would be interesting. I doubt you could last adjacent me… but then again…" Jeannie smirked. "You barely held your own against a third class Saiyan. And all five of us needed to RESCUE your ass."
"Try me," Tomique said quietly.
Jeannie reached forwards and grabbed the chemist by the neck. Fortunately she had anticipated this, and zipped out to crack Jeannie in the back of the neck with a blow. It stung her hand. Jeannie laughed and grabbed her, labcoat and all, throwing her into the hallway. Tomique managed to bring up her hands and form a strange gel like substance that coated her body and cushioned against the shock.
"Oh, now THAT's cute… it looks like some weird fiber," Jeannie laughed, flaring into her power with a blaze of crimson. "But why not take this into a more appropriate location…"
"Fine by me," Tomique said, wiping blood off her face and climbing to her feet. "Let's go…"
Jeannie grabbed her up and carried her to the nearest GR room in a flash. Tomique felt the crushing weight of two G's. "I doubt you can withstand anything more than your feeble bone structure can take," Jeannie laughed. "See if you can even survive twice earth's gravity…"
Atomique gasped as she felt her body pressed under its own weight. Jeannie turned up the gravity, striding in, as she was able to stand. Slowly the dials came up incrementally. She formed a thin shell of red ki, and saw the scientist laying there on the floor, flat. "So, you can't do anything you fool… can you?"
"I don't want to waste energy running my mouth and standing," Tomique answered, concentrating. Her bones seemed to transmute into something else. Slowly she pushed up, and faced Jeannie.
"Interesting. Ten times earth G and you're standing upright. How do you do it?"
"Same way your body does. Your molecular structure's denser. But there's a limit to how much you can take. But if my bones aren't calcium phosphate, but composed of nanofiber tubules…" said Tomique with a laugh.
"You transmute your own body. How quaint," Jeannie laughed. "I can simply screen the gravity out…"
"With ki. What a waste of energy…" Tomique whispered.
"I dare you to try to face 100 G for one moment. Your alchemy wouldn't allow you to last!" laughed Jeannie.
"Perhaps not…" she gasped as the gravity increased. A shiny film encased her skin, and before her eyes, Jeannie saw her transmute into a shining gleaming being of translucent crystal.
"Clever, becoming diamond itself. But I don't think even that form of matter can keep you from collapsing… when you can't even generate any ki field to…"
Tomique suddenly switched back, forming a sheen of purple ki. It then dawned on her what was happening. The thin film of plasma started to glow, making something akin to the surface of the sun. "You're making your OWN gravity field… to counter it…" she gasped.
"Bing, bing, genius," Jeannie laughed. "But you don't have the chikara to muster the energy field… I can tap into geothermal energy much like Leader does. I'm invulnerable to harm…"
"Making your molecular structure denser… but you're expending much energy to keep from collapsing under your own weight," said Tomique quietly.
"Wrong. I'm using the training Bejita taught me. Making my own energy shield to block the gravity. That's something you can't do…"
"You're making your own body's energy high enough to counteract gravity's effect somehow. Creating an antigravity field with so much mental power…" she thought. "Like a living star…"
"Try and do it without your precious transmutation…" laughed Jeannie.
"I can do whatever you can," she gasped. There came a knock on the GR door, and the power disengaged.
"HEY, you two, you're not SCHEDULED for this!" yelled Vegeta. "Kindly vacate!"
"But I was just…"
"Get the hell out!" Vegeta snarled at both of them. "Play your games elsewhere!"
Jeannie grumbled; marching out as her opponent slowly staggered. Atomique limped out, looking at Vegeta in relief. He blinked, then gave a worried scowl to see the annoyance on his student's face. Although he seemed his usual pissy self, he knew what had almost happened.
"This is getting downright annoying," he thought. "I've got two people trying to kill each other. Normally it wouldn’t concern me, but Kakkarot would give me hell if I let it continue. Stupid baka females!"
***
"You were lucky," Jeannie glanced at Tomique. "I'm mildly impressed. You're not as weak as I thought…"
"Fine, I need to get back to my work," Tomique gasped, then wiped sweat from her brow.
"Still, you should watch yourself. You never know when those destroyers might try and attack. And we won't be there to pull your ass out of the fire…" Jeannie laughed. "Not if something were to… HAPPEN…"
Rapidly Jeannie phased out, her hand reaching to grab Tomique's throat. But the chemist was ready, for she zipped under at hyper speed, and slammed her elbow in Jeannie's back. Unharmed, she turned, snorting, only to feel Tomique's fist slamming into her jaw, then a foul smelling gas in her face that smelled like rotten eggs.
"Ugh, you are DEAD!" Jeannie gasped, coughing at the stench. She started to feel a bit giddy when another substance wafted into her nostrils.
"N2O, or laughing gas," though Tomique. Gleefully happy, her opponent opened her mouth and hurled fire towards her. A stream of foam slammed into Jeannie's face, and she coughed and spat.
"That was DIRTY," she gasped. "Fucking CO2 fire extinguisher! That won't stop me! Nothing but a child's GAME!"
She grabbed her opponent's ankle, and swung her around her head. What was that move that Goku had taught her? Having mastered Bukujutsu, the chemist whirled and snapped her body, then shook off the grasp by flaring a bright light in her face, "SOLAR FLARE!"
"YIEE!" Jeannie yelled, blinking as she was blinded. Tomique levitated, streaking down the hall with Dragon Womyn after her.
"Shit…"
"I can sense your ki you fool!" she laughed, hand over her eyes. "And SMELL you… very clever… but you haven't reckoned with my other senses!"
"Can't blame me for trying," she thought. Jeannie slammed face first into a thick dense barrier. Angrily she hammered on it, then punched the wall it was adhered too, clawing her way through the wall as if it were paper. Grumbling, the alchemist glanced behind her to see Dragon woman phase out, then right before her. Solidifying her body to a dense structure, she rammed Dragon woman full force, knocking the wind out of her.
"You can't fight me in close quarters," Jeannie panted, as they parted. Her claws slashed out, barely blocked with an arm raised. A blast of fire slammed towards Tomique, who raised her left arm to block it. She suppressed a scream as she reached with her other hand to surge nitrogen or something over it to smother the flames. Another blast slammed into her thigh, igniting. Fortunately the generated nitrogen stopped the flames, but the heat seared deeply into her body. Her fist made contact with Tomique's ribs, knocking her back with a sickening crack. Then she raised her fist and punched her in the jaw.
Tomique crashed, her consciousness fading. As Jeannie moved forwards, a fist flashed out and slammed her hard in the face. She flew back, crashing into a far wall. Blinking, she glanced around to see who had hit her. A large blast of ki exploded against her, and then someone grabbed her by the ankle and whipped her around. She slammed into another wall, then was hit by a rapid series of kicks and punches. Disoriented, she blocked each, then shook her head as she glanced around.
Another sharp kick cracked against her skull, knocking her to the side. Rapid kicks and punches connected from all around, then a violently bright ki blast slammed into her. Although it didn't hurt much, Jeannie was having difficulty keeping up with the fast attacks from all sides. She sensed a much lower battle power but whoever was using it was fighting dirty and not pulling punches. By the time she felt her sight swim back, Tomique was gone.
"Huh, someone came to her rescue after all. How unfortunate…" thought Jeannie. Suddenly a fist flashed out and punched her in the back of the head. She grunted, crashing to the floor.
Over her loomed the big figure of Nappa. His mouth opened, spewing a blast towards her. She raised her arm, blocking with her hands raise, then sent her own crimson fire slamming at him. "What the hell is YOUR problem?" she gasped as Nappa merely shook off her flames.
"You are. You thought you could fuck with me? Well, you and I are going to play a little game…"
"Excuse me?" she gasped, barely deflected the second blast that he spat towards her.
"Your so called friend was already claimed. I don't like it when people weaker then me dick me around. Granted I don't care much for the tail kissing whelp, but he's Saiyan. And when you fuck with a fellow Saiyan of mine, you get fucked over back," Nappa growled.
"Volcanic plume…" she roared. Lightening crackled around Nappa's form, dispersing her fiery plasma blaze.
"Don't even insult me, you scaly bitch. You think you're so clever, using me to play your little cat games? Well, you're really gonna be sorry, because you neglected to mention that your little friend likes Radditzu better. And seeing as he just carried her off, and claimed her, and you fucked with him, you're gonna have me to deal with…" He snickered maniacally, advancing on her as he raised his hand, fingers extended.
"You fool… you don't stand a chance!" Jeannie gasped. "You can't attack me… I'm a student of your prince!"
"Shut the fuck up, you stupid broad," Nappa growled. "Someone's gonna put you in your place. I kinda like you, but you're way too arrogant for your own good. And you shouldn't have messed with me and Radditzu like that. You earthlings think you're so smart? What you did to your friend was downright stupid and sloppy. "
"I thought treachery came natural to people like you…"
"I might kill and maim, and rape, but I don't screw with my comrade's heads for some sick thrill. I get enough with my own brand of fun. But you're just plain annoying. Using your little psychological warfare instead of fighting your problems out. You're no Saiyan, and it makes me kind of sick seeing you pretend. So you're gonna play MY way…"
"Oh shit," Jeannie whispered, realizing Nappa's power level had just spiked to 23000.
***
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