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In His
Majesty's Service
Disclaimer: I don’t own the concepts of Full Metal Alchemist, Dragon Ball Z. Funimation
controls the rights to these two! KISS and the comic book and Elder album
concepts are owned by KISS Catalogue incorporated. This is a work of fanfiction incorporating these loves of mine. Only the fancharacters Dragon Womyn, Atomique, Bohr and Fermi, as well as the KISS Next
Generation cast are my creations. I don’t get paid for this, so please don’t
sue me!
Quickly they
all threw themselves into the sky, rocketing off far before the distant traces
of Piccolo, Gohan, and the others zipped into view. A
half dozen gasping faces stared at several retreating glimmers of flickering
light rising over the horizon. All Piccolo could do as he stood there gaping
was shake his head. For a mile the blood of almost a hundred or so bodies
littered the fields, broken and twisted like discarded toys.
"Oh man,
we missed the fight… WHOA!" Krillen gasped,
zipping into view.
"Where's
your better half?" Yamucha asked.
"I guess
we didn’t need 18 after all. But what the HECK did this…" Krillen mumbled.
"We
should be glad they're gone," said Yamucha with
an annoyed grunt. "They've killed dozens of people… who knows what they
would have done…"
"But all
this… death… it's too damn familiar," Gohan
whispered, shaking his head sadly.
"Cute,
really cute…" Krillen inhaled deeply.
"Its… it's…" gasped Gohan,
blinking. Videl's eyes widened in horror to see the mangled mess.
"Those…
are destroyers… but they're all dead… what could have…" she trailed off.
"That's
what I'd like to know," Piccolo gritted, striding out with the other Z
fighters fanning out behind him. Everywhere they turned they collided with
patches of blood soaked ground, or bits of armor and machinery crumpled to
dust. Bodies of the destroyers were piled in clumps of five, as if someone had
kept a running tally.
"I'm glad
your dad wasn't here to see this… unless…" Videl
started. She shut up when Gohan shook his head
violently no.
"It looks
like the dead zone," he mumbled. "Dad wouldn't do this… and the only
person I can think of is Bejita. But he couldn't do
THIS much in so short a time…"
"Bejita doesn't pile bodies in neat groups of five,"
Piccolo grunted. "This looks like something ELSE…"
He leaned down
and picked up a small smashed device. Tossing it to Gohan,
he grunted, "What do you make of this?"
"It looks
like a Dragon Radar," said Gohan. "But the
technology is just like the one that made these…"
Here he
pointed to the smashed belts and cannons that Yamucha
and Krillen were collecting, under Piccolo's
gestures. Whatever they could find that was technologically related, they
figured would be of use to Buruma. Yet most of it was
a lost cause. Quietly the Z fighters gathered up the bodies and made makeshift
pyres to dispose of the dead. Although they were enemies, they needed some sort
of burial. Finally it was Videl who suggested they pile
them into the large crater in the middle of the field.
"It's
ironic," said Gohan quietly. "You know
where this is?"
"What?"
she asked, wiping her forehead while the other Z fighters carried the piles of
bodies and tossed them down into the crater.
"This is
where I first learned about my powers… you see that big crescent shape in the
mountain…"
"Yeah…
that's… not natural… isn't that where Piccolo first…"
"Fired a
special beam cannon," Piccolo grunted, looming over them. "Yes. This
is where it first happened…"
"Where my
dad died fighting Radditzu," said Gohan, fists knotting with anger at the memory.
Meanwhile,
Radditzu had forgotten he was carrying the female in
his arms. His eyes fixed forwards on the two ki
trails before him and the other behind him. Bejita
shot forwards at a tremendous clip, his royal blue ki
trail splitting the skies like a blue comet. Close to him rocketed the two
females, clad in Royal Elite trainee armor. On the outer portion of the V flew Nappa and Radditzu, their own ki trails shimmering
lightly with a faint gold like Son Goku's did. Was it
a distinctively Saiyan trait, she wondered.
"So,
where are we going?" Radditzu spoke into his scouter at Nappa.
"We're
going to the Palace," said Nappa with a grin.
"Seems our Prince has done VERY well establishing himself on this little
world…"
"So we
AREN'T going back?" Radditzu clarified.
"No, you baka," Bejita's voice blared
on his scouter, making Radditzu
wince. "We're staying HERE, and don't forget it. But you two need
extensive training in fitting into the indigenous culture…"
"Don't
you rule this place?" asked Nappa.
"Shut up
you fool. The natives of this world are primitive but have the capacity for
violence. I am taking my time studying them so I can effectively rule them.
Already I've made my claim, and there are those that oppose me. But true
domination is through economic power, and my Consort has control of a
multinational corporation that is the most dominant on this world. That is how
I rule. Don't question me again," Bejita
snapped.
"Sorry
Sire won't happen again. So we get to STAY here?" asked Nappa.
"Frieza will not harm any under my generous protection. I
like it on this world, and you will too," said Bejita,
in a voice that sounded more like a royal command.
"Um, not
to rain on your parade… but the others… will be wondering about me…" Atomique said.
"Sire,
what do I do about the female?" Radditzu asked,
still carrying her with his arms under her back and shoulders.
"Bring
her with us. There will be MUCH explanation to the indigenous life forms and I
must handle this with the utmost delicacy. Royal diplomacy is needed. I am
hated and feared on this world. You two were not exactly welcome here…"
said Bejita. "Leave all the talking to me. Do
nothing unless I say so, or you'll die…"
"What?"
Radditzu shivered.
"Let's
just say, that in this reality you two are dead, destroyed at the hands of the
Earth's Special Forces," said Bejita with a
laugh. "So unless you want me to hand you over to THEIR tender mercies
you'll obey me and my chosen mate without QUESTION…"
"You
found a Mate?" asked Nappa, grinning.
"Yes,
there was one female worthy of my attention on this miserable mud ball. And I
have produced the requisite heir. You will guard him Nappa
with your life, and you Radditzu will be responsible
as chief of security in the local perimeter. Since you are the only two Saiyans remaining, you will be promoted to Palace Guard as
Elites in training. But make no mistake; you'll STILL have to go through the
rituals…"
"What about
Kakkarot?" asked Radditzu. "You promised
you'd tell me…"
"Kakkarot is alive and well, and known to me. I'll make
certain you are reunited with your brother soon. But I must warn you, he's
quite powerful. And his family does NOT hold you in high regard. So you'll have
to WAIT till I arrange a suitable meeting…" Bejita
snapped. "Now, follow my course. The Consort awaits us…"
"Huh, wonder what females they got on this rock," Nappa wondered as he glanced at Radditzu.
"If they're like those two…"
"They're weaklings,"
said Bejita.
“You are not a
weakling female, but you do need to learn manners, in the presence of Saiyan betters,” Radditzu said,
giving Atomique a little squeeze under her thigh.
“You jerk,”
she mumbled.
"You'd
break them in two. You'll have to find other ways of sating your urges. Since
you don't have a mate, either of you, my Consort will endeavor to find suitable
candidates, but you are NOT to molest or purge without my orders. Got it?"
"No
purging?" asked Nappa, widening his eyes in
surprise.
"No, fool. We have another enemy to fight here. Our race
is on the brink of extinction. We must fight to preserve it at all costs on
this planet. It's called Chikyuu by its inhabitants.
Land here, and wait," he said, gesturing with a gloved hand.
“Huh, makes
sense to me,” said Radditzu quickly, grumbling as Nappa gave the closest expression to pouting that a mighty Saiyan could muster.
“This is no
fun,” Nappa mumbled.
“Shut up, baka and be glad you’re alive!” Bejita
yelled at him. Instantly he shut his mouth, snarling in Saiyaneese
under his breath.
“Seems to me that you shouldn’t push your luck. The Saiyan no Ouji is far more
powerful here than when last we saw him… so if you wish to live…” Radditzu barked at his comrade over a private channel on
their scouters.
“Tail kisser,
and hair grooming whelp,” Nappa mumbled.
“What was
that? I don’t’ think the Prince could hear that,” Radditzu
smirked.
“Um, I take it
you two don’t exactly get along?” Atomique asked. Radditzu snorted, glancing down at the female.
“No. I can’t
stand him, even if he IS a fellow Saiyan. Do me a
favor and keep quiet, Woman,” he mumbled. “You mustn’t speak in the Prince’s
presence unless bidden… I don’t wish to see your comely self splattered…”
“What was
that? If I didn’t know better you gave me a compliment,” she asked, raising a
dark brow from behind her glasses.
“It was
nothing, ignore it, female,” Radditzu blurted out,
turning his face to the side. A small reddish tint spread over his olive
complexion, to her amusement.
“I didn’t
think Saiyans blushed,” she teased him, unable to
resist the urge to poke fun at the bloodthirsty warrior.
“It’s NOTHING,
now do keep QUIET! Or do you want me to regret following the Prince’s orders?
Do ALL earth women talk so much?” he growled.
“Some talk
more, Radditzu,” came Bejita’s voice over the scouter.
“Sire, I
apologize I didn’t’ realize I left the link open!” Radditzu
spluttered.
“Don’t worry,
you clown. And as for you, female, do keep quiet… you’re among my soldiers, and
I advise you to follow your protector’s lead…”
“But I don’t
NEED protecting!” she spluttered.
“Shh, be QUIET!” Radditzu hissed.
“My apologies Sire!”
“Shut up and
follow, we’re almost there,” Bejita answered. Radditzu clicked off the link, wrapping his tail
momentarily around the female’s body to do so with a free hand.
“Pain in the
ass,” he grumbled, then switched to Saiyanese
presumably, judging from the choice grunts and snarls that resembled the
Prince’s choice curses. Atomique had often spent time
with Buruma in her laboratories sharing scientific
collaborations. She heard the few curse words echoing in the halls from the GR
routinely when Bejita happened to push things too
hard. Buruma provided her with a loose translation of
what they meant.
Radditzu and Nappa landed,
bending over in a salute as two figures rushed out to greet them. A blue haired
woman in a long dress blinked at Bejita with a
concerned glance, flanked by several Capsule security personnel. In her blue
gown that matched her hair and fine jewelry, she shuddered at the appearance of
two Saiyans that had been bitter enemies. Now they
seemed as docile as kittens with her Prince glaring at them threateningly.
"Woman,
we're back. Have you made the necessary accommodations?" asked Bejita quickly.
"Just a
minute… are you SERIOUS they're not going to…" Buruma
asked, resting her hands on her hips.
"Don’t
question me in front of these dopes. They serve me. And you know the price of
disobedience, don't you, third class?" he barked at Radditzu
and Nappa. Both dropped on one knee, extending their
right hands forward like roman soldiers, averting their gaze. Still carrying Atomique, Radditzu sat her on his
inclined knee while holding her around the waist with one hand.
“Show your
respect, female, avert your gaze!” he hissed at her. Rolling her eyes she did
so, knowing he would be shocked that the Prince already knew her.
“Whatever,”
she mumbled. Bejita and Buruma
cast each other amused glances.
“Whom do you
serve?” Bejita asked, arms
folded across his chest. “Well, I’m waiting…”
Together Nappa and Radditzu chorused,
"Sire, we humbly renew our pledge to serve the Royal Hose… and your Chosen consort as well…"
"Oh
great… I'm a consort?" Buruma hissed through her
teeth.
"I'll
explain later," he grumbled. "Radditzu, put
the female down, and both of you follow me…"
"Sire?"
he asked, slowly rising and keeping a grip on her.
Atomique squirmed in his iron grip, saying, "Um, your um… Majesty, Son Goku's going
to be worried SICK about me… and by the time they…"
“I didn’t give
you leave to speak, ningen,” Bejita
smirked at her.
“Oh for Pete’s
sake,” Buruma growled. “This is ridiculous.”
"Of all
the confounded…" she blurted out. “Buruma, will
you please tell him I already KNOW you?”
"Be
silent in his presence, ningen," Radditzu hissed in her ear, and clapped a huge hand over
her mouth to muffle her. Indignantly she squirmed, purple ki
flickering in her fingers as she kicked against him. Nappa
guffawed, and both elite females glared at him.
“She seems a
handful, do you need help?” Nappa leered.
“Mind your own
damn business!” Radditzu shouted back. “Knock it off…
hey!”
A burst of
purple energy exploded in Radditzu’s face. Cursing he
dropped her on the lawn, sucking on his hands. “Owww! Serves you right, you big
baboon!” Atomique glared up at him.
“That HURT!”
he snarled. “Nobody’s EVER done that… not a female!”
“Radditzu, enough,” Bejita said.
“You’re not to kill her… I’m too amused by this whole thing…”
“You are this
close to sleeping on the royal sofa, your Whyness,” Buruma snarled at Bejita.
"I'll be
happy to take care of this," Buruma snapped.
"Come here… you… Radditzu, right? I order you to give her into my care!"
"Yes your
highness," he said, bowing to Buruma. She
blinked, swallowing hard as the massive Saiyan backed
away without question.
"Well, I
think I could get USED to this," she said, giving Bejita
a smirk. He snorted and rolled his eyes.
“It’s about
time. Thanks,” Atomique whispered.
"Are you
all right?" Buruma asked, as Christine and
Jeannie walked over.
Radditzu cast Atomique a glare that made
her shiver. Especially when she realized it wasn’t filled with anger because a
small smile twitched the corner of his lips. Dark eyes fixed her in a stare
that told her she wasn’t in any immediate danger.
“I shall see
you later I trust, female. And we shall have a reckoning,” Radditzu
growled softly, fixing her in his gaze.
“Behave!” Buruma snapped at him.
“My apologies,
but I simply request what satisfaction is due me…” Radditzu
said.
Behind a
gloved hand Bejita stifled his laugh, and realized
the nervous Atomique had quite enough from the glares
that Buruma was giving him. He really hated a stiff
neck. Perhaps Radditzu could have the best of both
worlds. Why should Kakkarot train the female to
defend herself when it was against Saiyan tradition
for a mated male to do so with a female? Kakkarot’s
mate was gone, but they were still bound by children. Radditzu
would be a better choice, since Atomique was Buruma’s friend.
“Enough of this garbage! Both you clowns,
fall in behind me. We've much to discuss. I shall see you later, Buruma," he said, waving her away dismissively. She
grumbled under her breath and watched the males march off.
"Black Widow! Dragon Womyn, fall
in!" Bejita barked. They saluted and cast an
apology, rushing off to follow the Saiyans into the
recreation wing. No doubt Bejita was leading them to
his Hyper Gravity chamber, from the direction they headed in.
"What the
hell is going on here?" Atomique whispered as Buruma took her hand and led her into the main part of
capsule.
"I think
somehow the Nappa and Radditzu
from a parallel universe got over her and got stuck. I couldn't believe it when
Bejita told me he sensed their ki.
Lucky for West City he flew out and met Nappa before he decimated Capsule!"
"OH great…
the Z fighters are NOT going to be warm to this," Atomique
mumbled, walking alongside Buruma into the main room
of Capsule.
"Why
don't you go to one of the guest rooms and freshen up. I've called Son-kun so
he knows you're all right. He's got your kids. But I just know Piccolo and the
others are coming here soon… I hope I can talk them out of it!"
"They did
us a favor," said Atomique, walking up the
stairs after Buruma. She walked through the door that
her friend indicated, seeing the generous sized guest suite.
"I've got
some fresh clothes for you. Don't argue, I know you
don't like charity, but this is a Royal gift. If you don't accept it, I'll have
Videl kick your butt," Buruma
teased.
"Very
well, thanks," said Atomique.
"Why
don't you come down to the lab and we can see how you can work it off," Buruma blinked. Atomique nodded
gratefully, and sighed deeply.
"That Radditzu…"
"He's Goku's brother," said Buruma.
"And I'm sure you heard all about…"
"Yes… but
he didn't kill me… I told him I could help him find his 'Kakkarot'…"
"Wise tactic. Bejita will handle
their reunion. But I can tell you Gohan's going to
hate it…" said Buruma with a shiver. "Throw
your dirty clothes into the laundry and I'll have them cleaned and repaired.
Dinner's going to be ready at about five… and Son-kun will be over soon as Bejita gets these two monkey men adjusted to Chikyuu…"
"Won’t
that take a while?" asked Atomique.
"Yes, but
he can do it. At least stop them from following Frieza's
orders and be loyal to him. Then we're going to have to break the news to the Z
fighters," said Buruma.
"Good
luck. If you need any help…" she said.
"Thanks,"
Buruma nodded, walking out the door and seeing her
friend close it carefully behind her. A blush came over Atomique's
cheeks when she thought of the monkey man who'd carried her here.
"Stupid
baboon," she mumbled, and wandered to the bathroom to change for a shower.
In
the dining hall attached to the main area, a huge table had been set with
hundreds of portions of food. Nappa and Radditzu plunked down, and rapidly tore into the huge sides
of beef and pork arranged there. Bejita snorted and
sat at the head, watching them as they threw bones over their shoulders and
stuffed their faces. Christine and Jeannie shook their heads, demurely eating
their fried chicken with greasy fingers.
"So, when
do I see Kakkarot, begging your pardon, Sire?"
asked Radditzu, biting into a bit of jivaragh fruit, indigenous to his home world. He threw the
core into the center.
"Soon, fool.
You're so damn impatient you're pissing me off!" Bejita
barked at him. He grumbled, realizing he'd have to teach these two some table
manners despite the fact that they were only eating as traditional Saiyan commoners were.
"Servant,
more wine," Bejita barked. Several of the
caterers rushed in, pouring huge glasses of wine for the two new arrivals. They
dwarfed any human being who dared approach, not questioning the Prince
thankfully.
"Yes
sir!" squeaked the caterer.
"Hey, are
you mated?" Nappa drooled at one of the
waitresses.
"Um…
well…" she blushed, realizing he looked just like one of the wrestlers she
loved.
"Nappa, stop thinking through your
hormones!" Radditzu barked at him. "It's not
seemly to carry on so! We're not in Freiza's service, we're in the Prince's home! Start
thinking like a Saiyan!"
"You'd be
wise to follow Radditzu's lead, Nappa.
Any pillaging and you'll end up skewered by a Gallic ho," Bejita snarled, pointing two fingers at him. They crackled
and Nappa swallowed hard, glancing anxiously at the
two females giggling, while Radditzu grumbled.
"Great Oorzu you're in for it now!" Radditzu
hissed.
"Shut up,
third class," Nappa snorted.
"Drek eater," Radditzu
mumbled, burying his comment in a huge rack of beef ribs. Hardly any of the
food was cooked, because Saiyans ingested raw meat
for their strength, or so Bejita had told his two
students there.
"Stop
undressing me with your eyes, dork," Jeannie growled at Nappa.
"You're
not Saiyan, but you're very powerful…" he
nodded.
"I'm a
Dragon you idiot," she mumbled. "And I'm Elite… right Your
Majesty?"
"No
fraternization with the upper ranks, stupid," Bejita
groaned, slapping his forehead. "Great Galaxy how did I ever put up with
you two clowns all those years…"
"I wonder
that too," said Christine with a giggle.
"You?" Nappa asked,
blinking hopefully at her. He wiped blood off his moustache with the back of
his hand.
"I've got
a mate, you dope, so don't even THINK of it!" she glared at him. With one
finger she tugged aside her dark red AE suit collar. Nappa
saw a telltale mark on her neck.
"Pity,"
he sighed.
“Guess you’re
out of luck,” Jeannie snickered, tearing off a piece of bread and devouring it.
Philosophically
Nappa folded his knees and grabbed his large goblet
of wine. He drained it in one gulp and swirled the dregs with his wrist,
"Ah well, I'm sure this world has plenty of eligible females… right Radditzu… although they are puny they at least LOOK
remotely Saiyan… except for the lack of tails…"
"True.
It's somewhat… reassuring but sickening," Radditzu
mumbled, spitting out his mouthful of food that had gone cold. "Some of
them are hideous with those hair colors…"
"That
female you were holding looked Saiyan… and she had
the right power signature…" said Nappa.
"Hmmm,"
Radditzu mumbled, hiding the flush on his cheeks.
"Radditzu's got a girl friend," Jeannie teased.
"Shut
up," Radditzu mumbled, throwing a bone towards
her.
"Knock it
off now!" Bejita barked. Both Saiyans averted their gaze, mumbling apologies in their
native tongue.
"That's
better. Now I'll be waiting for you after you finish. Don't leave this room, or
else…"
"Yes
sire!" they chorused, under the watchful eye of Jeannie and Christine.
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