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Raditz' Bedtime Story
By Trynia Merin
Disclaimer:
I don't own DBZ. Toriyama and Toei animation do. I do
own Atomique, Fermi and Bohr though. I don't get paid
for this. This is fan fiction!
Some Lemon
content ahead! Rated R for language and implied sexual situations.
Note: This is
an AU, where Raditz and Nappa
have come from an alternate universe to the DBZ world, and have been taken in
by Vegeta at Capsule. They serve as bodyguards. Raditz has taken an earth scientist named Atomique who is working for Bulma.
She has the ability to generate plastics and manipulate the carbon atoms in her
body in intriguing ways. Raditz has taught her how to
channel ki in rudimentary ways. She has two sons by a
deceased previous husband. This story takes place three months after they've
mated.

Sweat
glistened like honey all over his tanned skin. Raditz
emerged from the workout room, rubbing his face with only a white terrycloth
towel. Muscles glided under the skin tightly stretched over them, clinging to
him as tightly as the spandex AE suit did that he wore under his armor. It was
a simple matter to step into the shower and adjust the primitive faucet to
dispense hot water.
A thick
perfumed scent reached his nostrils causing him to change his plans. He quickly
rinsed off the essentials, banishing sweat with suds that rolled down his
sculpted chest and perfect thighs. Just what she was doing in proximity to the
GR was beyond him but he had a sneaking suspicion. The whirring noise told him
someone had activated it, and he cursed under his breath, grabbing a towel to
hitch quickly around his hips as he dashed out.
"What the
HELL do you think you're doing woman?" the elder son of Bardock exclaimed as he saw a familiar white smocked figure
straining to stand up in 15 g's.
"Kami damn it, if that stupid Dragon Womyn
can do this so can I!" she cursed. Purple energies flared around the
Carbon Alchemist as she transmuted her skeletal structure to withstand the
crushing pressures of her own body weight.
"Idiotic
FOOL you'll be CRUSHED!" Raditz panicked;
half-levitating across the chamber when he saw her crash to the floor as the Gs
increased to twenty. Her glasses slipped off and tumbled out of her purple ki field, instantly crushed.
"I did it
before... must transmute to diamond..." she gasped.
Cursing he debated going towards the failsafe, or protecting his
charge. Angrily he reached her side, surging a shell of protective ki around her body as she lay with her front pressed to the
mat. Dizzily she felt the pressure slowly abate, while the gravity
hyperbolically climbed to thirty, then forty-five. When it reached fifty, Raditz had enough. While he had trained up to 200, he
didn't relish trying to get her out of here and leave her to deactivate it. So
he took the next best option: he aimed his finger towards the console. A thin
beam of ki shot out, and he aimed it upward towards
the ceiling so the degree of arc could land in the precise trajectory as it was
dragged down by gravity.
"Cute
trick," she mumbled as the pressure abated. Raditz
had kept the pressure at 15 Gs in the small bubble, knowing full well it would
hurt her body if he removed it all at once. The console exploded in a series of
sparks, while the computer voice wound down like an old-fashioned vinyl record
going too slow.
"Great
Father Oorzu what the HELL were
you doing in here? You trying to get yourself KILLED, woman?" Raditz snarled at her.
"That's
right in my EAR damn it!" she snapped back.
"Are you
intact? Anything broken?" he mumbled.
"Except
for my pride and my glasses, I can't see, damn it!" she cursed. Raditz realized the severe limitations this creature had,
for she was virtually blind without the glasses. He could only imagine what it
was like to be cursed with such weak vision, even for a human.
"They're
crushed I believe," he mumbled. Slowly he pushed himself up, dropping his ki bubble. He rolled her over onto her back, slowly
checking her body for any injuries.
"Crap,"
she mumbled, forcing away angry tears. "I did this before. When I fought
Jeannie I withstood 100 G's by converting my body to diamond..."
"Perhaps
you're going about this wrong? Turning matter into energy is a waste! You as a
scientist should know that!" Raditz snorted
impatiently.
"Thank
you, Carl Sagan," she grumbled, glancing up at
the fluffy blob surrounded by a spiky bush that arched over her. Reaching up
she touched the skin of his sweaty arm, smelling the musk from his body. Other
senses were acutely aware, compensation as she made natural sense of light and
shadow.
Raditz could see the faint imperfections on her skin. Yet for a human
she had very smooth olive complexion. Without her glasses her eyes were dark
brown, almost black. For a second they seemed Saiyan,
except they reflected images of him. All she saw when she looked into his eyes
was the gleam of light, no reflection. Due to the different nature of their
bodily fluids, their eyes didn't refract light the same way as humans did, so
they always seemed to have bottomless dark eyes.
"Another ludicrous pop culture reference. Fortunately I just watched
that rather basic show," he snorted.
"You
smell like old spice and gym socks," she said.
"Your
sense of smell is rather decent for a human," he chuffed. He had to admit
as limited, as her sense of smell was, it was far better than most humans he'd met
were. It wasn't saying MUCH, but her tactile sense and intuition was also quite
advanced. The major deficit was her lack of vision, which was 20/20 when aid
with glasses and only blobs and shadows like a newborn baby without them.
"What
were you doing, taking a shower?" she asked, reaching up to touch his
muscular chest. Raditz had hunched over her, curious
at the sight of her dark eyes staring up at him, as if wanting to see him but
not able to. When he could see her far better than most
beings on this world. Human senses seemed so limited in comparison, yet
this scientist didn't seem hindered. She used instrumentation to go beyond the
limits of her frail flesh, and her mind burned strong with ki.
"I WAS,
till you interrupted me by putting yourself deliberately in jeopardy! I can't
guard and protect you when you insist on being reckless!" he snorted.
"You're only a human!"
"Only a
human, or only human, Raditz?" she asked,
scrunching her nose at him. He saw she was in a playful mood, and released his
breath. Mumbling he pinned her thighs between his muscular knees before she
could get up.
"Ningen, tailless primate. Homo sapiens," he
said, bringing his face close so she could see his countenance more clearly.
Dark hair spilled around her, engulfing her in a cloud of midnight coarseness.
HE trailed his hair over his face, keeping her pinned in place.
"Let me
up you big baboon," she grunted.
"Make
me," Raditz said quietly, smirking in that
traditional Saiyan way. "You've been a naughty
female, and you should be punished for making my job harder!"
"Hmm,
sounds, entertaining," she chuckled.
"I had
hoped so. There I was about to take a shower in that primitive cleanser when I
had to save your ass, albeit attractive, from your reckless GR experiment. Next
time you want to crush yourself, ask me to do the honors. Or else at least have
me present to show you how to properly focus your ki
to defy gravity," he snarled into her ear. Sharp teeth nipped warningly
while he reached down to squeeze a breast playfully.
"You do
smell like gym shorts," she snorted. "For a so called advanced being,
you smell like a human right now..."
"Really?"
he asked quietly. He quite liked how her soft curves contrasted wit his hard
muscles. A complete opposite, her gently rounded hips and thighs were generous
with cellulite. Yet she was stocky and strong like a Saiyan
female even if she lacked muscle tone. Against her thigh she felt a prominent
bulge swelling to life, urgently tenting the towel hitched around his waist.
The only thing holding it there was the damp tail twined around the top.
"Yes,
you're soaking my uniform with that sweat of yours," she gasped.
"You're
all sweaty too, woman," he chuffed, bending down to inhale her scent like
a fine perfume. She smelled of the aromatic chemicals she had been working
with: acetone, alcohol, the garlicky smell of DMSO, and something like ether.
Underneath it all was her human musk, concealed by a waxy artificial smell
called deodorant, and a hint of what smelled like tobacco smoke.
"Don't
you dare tear up my uniform," she said with a warning glare as Raditz' fingers twisted on the front of the navy blue
jacket after popping the buttons on the protective labcoat
she sported.
"Too many
damn fastenings," he grunted, working with his large fingers to try and
loosen the buttons. Soon he had undone the jacket, and pulled her up so he
could tug it off her, then work on the belt and zipper
fastenings on the baggy loose pants. At one point he actually leaned down and
worked the buttons loose between his lips and tongue. Dark spiky hair tickled
her flesh as it was revealed and he stripped away her clothes to leave her in
her white underblouse and loose pants. She had
shucked the boots off when he pinned her down again between his thighs.
"Now
we're on a more even footing, huh?" she said. "You still stink,
Tarzan."
"Your fault for postponing my shower. But I'm sure I can
think of a creative way to remedy the disparity," he purred deeply,
finding her breasts with his large hands. He stopped when he heard footsteps
accompanied by distinctly Saiyan scents. Specifically
they belonged to Nappa and Vegeta.
"Someone
coming?" she guessed from the tension and the muttered Saiyago
curse.
"Drek," Raditz snarled
grabbing her up and snaring as many of her clothes as he could. He wadded them
into a bundle, shoving them into her arms while he carried her out under one arm.
"HEY!"
she grumbled. "Wait, your towel... you lost something..."
"No
time," he panted, reaching the locker room as the GR door opened. Glancing
behind them she saw something white flutter to the floor and vanish into the
dim mess of myopic shadows and light.

A
very sweaty and very nude Saiyan clad only in his
armlet and thigh bracelet debated what to do about their current state. Atomique had grabbed her jacket, urging him to put her down
as she realized her boots were missing.
He struggled
into the spandex shorts he had been wearing, then
grabbed her up again with one large muscled arm. He reached down and grabbed
his armor, sending it into the appropriate bin so it would be repaired and
cleaned before he shoved his feet into the massive boots.
"Is that
for my benefit?" she asked, nodding towards his crotch area.
"You're a
pain in my ass, woman. Just why I volunteered to guard you is beyond my
comprehension, if you were so damned irresistible," he mumbled.
"Watch
it, or else you'll get a lousy reference," she said, reaching down and
swatting his spandex covered ass. To do this she had to lift his long hair
aside.
"That
merely tickles, female, but it's quite entertaining," he laughed, giving her own butt a harder swat. Atomique
leaned down, spanking his tight ass gliding under the taught fabric like those
of an 80's metal front man.
"What's
the currency on Vejitasei?" she asked.
"Why do
you ask?"
"Well, I
was about to say that you have a million dollar or million zenni
ass, but I don't know if that translates to..."
"Standard
Aurites," he said. "We used gold naturally
as a medium of exchange, much as you do on your planet. It's an otherwise
useless metal, save for use in electronics..."
"No
kidding, really?" she mumbled sarcastically. "Telling
a chemist the properties of gold! Next you're going to tell me the damn
molecular weight. Do you forget I had to memorize the blasted Periodic..."
"Apologies,
female," he laughed, carrying his prize down the hall. She gave him
another stinging smack to his muscular ass, her hardest yet. Then it was
followed by a sustained squeeze that made him stop and purr deeply because she
was massaging up and down his spine from her position thrown over one shoulder.
"I'm not
touching the tail, promise," she said.
"You can,
if you're careful," he purred, carrying her into his room. He tossed her
down on the bed, then crawled predatorily towards her.
Still wearing
her sleeveless top and pants with boots, Atomique
laughed up at the purring monkeyman pinning her down
with his thighs. He nipped her neck, reaching for her hands to position them
lightly on the furry soft band around his waist.
"Rather
like handling something ELSE with care, eh?" she asked, putting one hand
over his furry tail.
"Don't
squeeze, just pet," he whispered. "Carefully now... like I touch you
here... with no more firmness than I do grasping these lovely objects..."
Of course his
hands were molding to the three dimensional curves of her sizable breasts. She
chuckled and hissed with delight at how nicely his huge hands fit them. Almost
like they were fashioned especially to cup and squeeze her in just the way she
liked. Under her fingers of her right hand, Raditz' furry tail. The furry tail dropped from
around his waist, lashing against her thigh, twitching under her fingers. She
let it go, observing him whip it around behind him to lash at the air to
express his extreme hunger.
"I love
how sweet you smell when you're in heat,' he rumbled.
"Am I
hurting you?" she asked.
"No,
that's perfect,' he moaned, twining his tail around her arm with a spasm. It
latched there like a snake, then uncoiled to wrap around her thigh, and other
parts of her anatomy. Slowly she was driving him insane, so he had to remedy
the situation once more. Atomique temporarily let go
of his tail, but he shock his head, placing her hand again on it. Instead he
reached down to undress her instead.
Her chemical
roughened fingers glided along the underside of his tail in each stroke. Not
wishing to wait, he leaned down to spread her thighs apart. Small fingers
yanked on his spiky abundance of hair. The pressure on his scalp served to spur
him on eagerly.
"Patience,"
he chuckled. He let her ride out the second orgasm by holding her hips with his
hands and tail. Bending over her so she could see his face, he bit her bottom
lip with sharp teeth. She retaliated by biting down on his tongue that swept
her flavor into her hungry mouth.
"Grrrmmm," she grunted, biting his hard skin with her
teeth. He hissed in pleasure as they penetrated to actually break through his
tough skin. Atomique's jaw set like a vise there
causing his thick blood to seep around her lips and tongue. Iron taste flooded
her lips far more quickly.
"Tomique more," he roared as they made love.
Fingernails raked his bare chest trailing great red welts that stung painfully
well. With Raditz she could bite, scratch and squeeze
to her heart's content.
At the base of
Raditz' spine he felt energies building, accompanied
by the chakra firing spasmodically in his navel, groin, and other meridians. Ki crackled from his fingertips. He blinked up to see her
hair standing slightly on end with purple lightening to his extreme delight. Tomique half screamed, half moaned while she shook atop
him. Raditz quickly flipped her over to pin her down
with massive hands on her shoulders. He impaled her one last time, snarling.
"Where's
this power� coming from," she gasped.
"Let it
go, let it out!" Raditz roared. "I'm doing
it too!"
"Oh hell�
incredible!" she hollered.
Purple
radiance flooded up Raditz's veins in exchange for
his Saiyan ki slamming into
her body. It dawned on her reeling mind that this was exactly what she had seen
in the fragmented images of Paul's mind. Never had he fully let go except
before sex to exchange bodily energies. Squeezing shut her eyes she forced back
tears of joy and awe.
"Tomique, drek� I didn't hurt you�
damn it� answer me!" Raditz
shook her.
"I'm
fine, don't worry,' she panted up at him with an exhilarated smile.
Raditz murmured in her ear, collapsing wearily onto her. Her entire body
hummed with high frequency ki that resembled Saiyan in every way. However she sensed he enjoyed the
tingling of her alchemical chikara that was also ki.
Tomique suddenly sniffled, "She told me how they would do
this, but I thought it was just like when you swap memories, but I never
realized. Kuso!"
"You
didn't do this much with your mate, did you?" Raditz
asked, hiking a brow. He pushed himself off her, blinking with surprise.
"He and I
shared a mind bond, but we didn't regularly exchange energies, no," she
said.
"I was
surprised not to sense anyone else's ki in your body.
First I had assumed it was because humans did not do this. Then I realized it
might be because you hadn't had sex for four years. Now I have my answer. You
did it only once, ki exchange, and that was it like
you told me the other day. Wait, you said he did this with Jeannie?"
"Before he was with me. Before he ever met
me. Jeannie herself told me today how she and he exchanged kis when they made love. She said it proved they were right
for one another," Atomique trailed off,
squeezing her eyes shut.
"So what? He's dead, you're with me. It's his
loss," Raditz said darkly. Bottomless eyes
hardened with that protective feral gleam.
"You're
saying you've marked me with your ki?"
"Precisely. Does that displease you?"
"No, of
course not, it's wonderful," she stammered, squeezing him tightly. "The best."
"Naturally,"
he said with a self-satisfied grin.
"Typical,
you crow when you get someone laid," she laughed, trying to banish the
awful realizations.
"Radz-chan, that's the nicest thing anyone ever said to me,
no offense," she said at his frown.
"I'm not
nice," he snorted. "Saiyans aren't
nice!"
"I mean
it's the most honorable thing any man, er male has
said to me," she murmured, tracing his widow's peak with her fingertips.
He turned his face inwards to nip her fingers. Possessively he thrust into her
while twining his tail around her waist to hold her to him.
"I'm
dead," she laughed, sprawled atop Raditz.
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