Payment in Full

Disclaimer: I don't own them! I only own Atomique, Fermi, Bohr, and the Destroyers. The rest belong to Toriyama.

Summary: Napa and Raditz from a parallel universe collect payment from some clients, called the Destroyers. The catch is they have to catch her themselves from Chikyuu. Raditz takes her as his own cut of the payment. In this AU they work under the pay of Turles. AU Another Raditz/OC get together

by Trynia Merin aka Polymer aka StarbearerTM

 

 

Tomique's eyes snapped open.  For almost two months they had pushed her and the other females.  Reality became a boot camp of testing limits.  In some ways it was a welcome reprieve for her not to have to worry about sharing her bed with a male she'd been forced into a relationship with.  Yet she felt as if it could somehow work out for the best if things didn't go as she hoped.

 

There had to exist some technology or some way for her to get back to her own dimension.  Yet she dare not attempt till she had learned everything she could from the Saiyans.  Would it even matter now that she had effectively abandoned her culture forever?  Even if she could and when she did return would they not resent what she had become?

 

"Will I even remotely resemble anything human by the time they're done with me," she shivered.  The sound of another female's voice ground through the scouter's UVT snapped her out of her reverie. Immediately she blinked back to reality, taking in the large training room surrounding the five trainees and their drill coaches.

 

"How much longer till they get back?" asked Pepper.  "Not that I CARE about the useless bastards leaving us behind."

 

"We will be arriving on Alvegasei in a few revs.  Remember well what you've learned.  It'll come in handy," Cabernet barked.  "I haven't much else I can cram into you.  You'll be taken by your mates as Saiyans now, and the responsibility for training passes on to them."

 

"It's almost here," Lyssra laughed with a look of joy on her face.  Those blue eyes lit up with eager anticipation, something she had not felt herself in years.

 

Not since she'd met Stanley in the Alchemy world.  Their brief courtship marred by war.  Two children were born, and then swept away when the Destroyers came.  Then she managed to grab one of their devices to hop into the next dimension.  Spilling her into the world called Chikyuu.

 

Two years had passed whereby her boys were nearly five.  In Son Goku and Chichi's care they'd prospered, occasionally trained by the other Z fighters.  While she hadn't joined the Earth's Special Forces, she had taken a job with Capsule and moved into an apartment with her sons.  Still they trained daily with Son Goku to learn techniques to master their massive ki.  Fortunately their powers had not manifested in alchemy but in vast telekinetic and telepathic energies. 

 

Her husband had gone over to the Destroyers.  Warped and changed into some creature that was less than human he had rejected her.  The bond she had formed was severed.  Mumbling she turned the ring she always wore before, but now had as a watch fob.  Anger filled her.  Picking up the gold ring she threw it up into the air, and sent a beam of ki to disintegrate it to nothing.

 

"Bastard," she mumbled.  True love didn't exist for her.  Just as well because she was bound forever in blood to some hairy bloodthirsty alien, in exchange for Son Kun and her children's life.  Now she had to deal.  Probably no way to ever leave.

 

"Make the most of it.  Get strong.  Now your powers would equal any destroyer and more.  You could destroy them," she thought.

 

"He's here, he's here!" the females all chattered like monkeys in a zoo at feeding time.  They quickly moved to gather their armor and present themselves with newly brushed hair and musky fragrances. 

 

Their ship landed in a huge complex of strange spires and rugged mountains.  For miles through the viewports she glimpsed greenery that put the Costa Rican forests to shame.  Lyssra shoved a bag into her hands, saying, "Get it together!  We're going home."

 

"Home?"

 

"Alvegasei prime," said Lyssra.  "The Saiyan homeworld.  Where we'll complete mating bonds and be heralded into society."

 

"Terrific," Atomique mumbled, rushing out with her.  The bundle of things was small and fit into a knapsack-sized bag to sling around her body.  Without a second thought she wrapped the tail around her waist and fought to keep up with Lyssra.

 

Cabernet yelled at them to fall in behind her.  She saw Zelbreen and the other concubines being pushed back to exit last after the third classes and fourths.  For a strange moment she saw jealousy and grudging respect pass from the green skinned alien seductress to her.  "You've got a good thing going, girly.  Don't blow it," Zelbreen's thoughts echoed in her mind.

 

"Huh," she thought back before Cabernet's orders rang in her sensitive ears.

 

"You are entering the hanger complex.  Follow me and we'll show you to processing.  You'll be reunited with you males soon enough, so look sharp.  No gratuitous display till the feasting begins.  Then you know what to expect from there.  A new beginning and a new glorious time for all of you fortunate enough," Cabernet said.

 

"Five days of partying in the grand banquet hall, overseen by the Master himself," said Pepper.  "I wonder if he's handsome."

 

"You think you want to be in his harem?" laughed Marrow.  "As if!"

 

"I like this, and I won't bitch and moan like SOME of us," Pepper shot back.  Soon their arguments were lost in the chatter of others exiting their ships.  Atomique's mouth dropped to see scores of Saiyans, half and full blooded and other multiples in between.  Just HOW many were there?  On her face the scouter bleeped with close to five hundred traces in the ten square miles alone.

 

"How many?" she asked.

 

"What?"

 

"How many were on the original Vegetasei?" she asked.

 

"Close to ten million," she said.  "Twenty if you count the purgers that went offworld.  There haven't been many Saiyans.  Too many predators and there will be no prey."

 

"Five hundred thousand," she thought.

 

"That's with slaves," said Lyssra.  "And demi and hemi bloods.  The fulls are not known."

 

"Demis like us?"

 

"Demis by birth.  But by the time a few more generations go by, the demis will create close to full again, and enrich the inbred population," she said.

 

"Any other humans?"

 

"Just a few captured from your dimension.  Only ten," she said.  "Five were successful, and two weren't.  There are three of you in this batch, and ten Idsarjin including me."

 

"Gravity is only five earth g's," she thought.

 

"A bit light for the fulls that remember, but more than enough to retain strength," Lyssra said.  "Just keep close to me and keep your mouth shut.  We'll be reunited with our men soon enough."

 

"What were they doing for two months?"

 

"If they feel like it they'll tell us," said Lyssra.  "Remember we're STILL under their authority.  I'm sure that Radditzu will treat you well.  Bardock will not permit him to do so otherwise."

 

"Why?"

 

"Because he knew you'd be the one," said Lyssra. 

 

"The one?  As in Radditzu's mate?"

 

"Yes.  He also saw that Kakkarot was alive in your dimension, but predicted it folly to try and make him come.  Yet lately his dreams were not so clear," said Lyssra.

 

***

"You old bastard!  Took you damn long enough!" Cabernet barked, rushing up towards the males spilling into the huge banquet area.  It reminded Atomique of the old Viking stories in Beowulf due to the long tables with benches, and a high one on a dais.  Females ate off male's plates or those of their closest male kin if unmated. 

 

First were closest to the main table, which she figured was for this Master Brolli and Lord Paragus.  Why wasn't he a King though?  Unless memories of the Royal family were to be expunged.  Females and male slaves wearing chained collars bustled quietly about, carrying trays between them.  Warriors sat in various places, scooping up their females and greeting them.

 

"You may be dismissed.  Find your places now and your mates," said Cabernet as she stood close to Napa.  He was covered in blood streaks up and down his arms, while he carried something in several containers.

 

"Humph, they don't look half bad," he said, giving the new recruits a once over.

 

Marrow and Zucchini rushed up to the males that they presumably discussed non-stop. To her shock one of them was Parsnip, a tall thin look alike who was Bardock's cousin.  Another was a warrior she knew to be named Idaho.  Somehow she wasn't surprised that he was Totepo's son. 

 

"Fasha have you been helping your sister behave?" she heard Tora's voice say. 

 

Lyssra rushed towards the team who looked weary but triumphant.  Celipa and Fasha both moved to the male members of the team that were their mates, either sliding their arms around them and disappearing or remaining to stare one another in the face.  Other couples moved off towards tables or side areas where food was already being set up. 

 

"I can't believe it, it seems like forever!" Lyssra laughed as Bardock caught her up and held her tightly.  It reminded her of Goku swinging Chichi around, or how Videl and Gohan were in one another's presence. 

 

"Little one, are you all right?  The process worked," he gasped, setting her down and cupping her cheeks.  Several new scars graced his upper arm, while another graced his ear.  Lost in their own world, Atomique felt a pang of bitter jealousy.  Obviously they had chosen one another willingly, the way in which Bardock's eyes shone like black pearls, moistening and full of his concubine.  

 

"I missed you," she whispered in Idsarjin.  He nipped at her ears, swinging her around before setting her down again.

 

"Well, I see you also came through.  Good.  My son will be pleasantly surprised, I hope," he said, glancing at Atomique standing there disoriented.

 

"It's a shock," she mumbled.  "Are YOU the one who did this?"

 

"It is my handiwork, but it was either that or perish from crushing gravity," said Bardock.

 

"I'm grateful to you for saving my life," she nodded.  "Thank you."

 

"You're welcome.  Don't take it lightly.  You've a chance for a fresh start.  I hope you think of it as such.  In time you might come to find it tolerable," Bardock said with a look of concern.

 

"Have you forgotten me so soon, female?  I'm hurt," laughed a voice from behind her as two strong arms wrapped around her waist.  Something about his scent and voice drove her blood to the boiling point, weakening her knees.

 

"What took you so long?" she griped. 

 

"Some things take time, precious one," he laughed, squeezing her from behind and leaning down to nip her neck lightly.  His tongue traced down her ears.  Swallowing hard she gripped his gauntleted hands to kiss the backs of both. Tears welled up as she felt his genuine delight in seeing her again.

 

"Heh this batch turned out okay I see," Cellulose said as he glanced at the females standing in loose clusters.

 

"And why shouldn't they?" Bardock raised a brow at him.  From behind her Radditzu's hands tightened possessively.  She squirmed and tried to turn around so she was facing away.

 

Dark eyes gleamed down at hers; filled with something that looked like hunger and a hint of worry.  Sniffling she buried her face in his armored chest and squeezed him tightly as if he'd evaporate.  He snickered, sliding hands down her armored back to lightly finger her backside through the AE suit.  He avoided the juncture of tail to spine, rather moving his hand along the furred surface.  Immediately a jolt seemed to weaken her and she held onto him to hold herself up.

 

"Hmm someone really HAS missed me, if I'm not mistaken," he laughed, pulling her away so he could cup her face in one massive hand. 

 

"I DID miss you, you jerk," she swallowed, not looking him directly in the eyes but leaning up to touch her lips to his chin.  Still he had to reach down and boost her up so their faces were level.

 

"So shy?  Have you no greeting for your mate, precious one?" he laughed.

 

Leaning in she kissed him on the lips, then twined her arms around his neck.  While kissing was a human custom, she couldn't think of any other.  His grunt of delight undid any reservations, so she coaxed his mouth open with her tongue because she so desperately wanted reassuring touch.  Fingers plunged into his mane, tugging his face as close to hers as she could get.  Luckily his hands curved over her backside to hold her against his hips.

 

"Lucky bastard," mumbled Parsnip.

 

"Hmm, he IS my son," Bardock mused.  "Always HAS been impetuous.  So like his mother."

 

"Some weird custom?  I've only seen the Idsarjin do that.  But they're not sharing food," Cellulose shook his head.

 

"Shut up, it looks fun," Chablis said as she leaned up and pecked him on the lips.  Both of them bit each other's tongue, which was NOT the custom.

 

He led her slide down as they caught their breath.  His thumb traced over her cheek with a delicate touch that made her melt.  "That's much better," he laughed, not with malice but with warmth.

 

"Tell me about where you were," she said.

 

"Later.  I'm starving and I haven't been with you in a long while," he said, grasping her hand and tugging her along with him.  She was surprised, as he didn't move to put a leash around her neck.  Instead he reached up and pulled the collar off her neck.

 

"You won't be needing this now," he said, guiding her to sit on his lap.  His father's team sat down the table a ways while Cellulose and Chablis joined them.  Lyssra and Bardock couldn't keep their hands off each other, and neither could any of the other Saiyans.  Between feeding some of them merged mouths to share chewed food, or groped each other's hands.  Tails flickered and moved over each other's bodies while the temperature in the room escalated to volcanic.

 

Atomique slid her arm around Radditzu's waist, leaning her head on his chest.  He kept his tail twined around her waist, holding her across his muscular thighs with a possessive grip.  Although some unmated males happened to glance and her and the other females, they quickly averted their gaze at the glare from the male halves of the couples.

 

"Did you bring me anything?" she said jokingly to start conversation with her male companion.

 

"As a matter of fact yes.  But you'll receive it later in private, when we retire to our quarters," he said with a silky soft voice.

 

Atomique leaned up and brushed her lips with his.  Radditzu merged their mouths, sharing the food he'd chewed between them.  She leaned down licking her lips to grab a piece of fruit and chew it.  Then she kissed him, moving the fruit pulp into his mouth.  He gave a grunt of satisfaction, nipping at her ears.  She squeezed his wrist with her hand eagerly, then let her tail clumsily flick against his thighs.

 

"I don't know how to use it," she whispered.

 

"I'll show you in private," he laughed with a lascivious grin.

 

"From the way some of your friends are going on, it looks like they don’t' care if they screw each other on the table," she whispered.

 

"I wouldn't mind it, but the Master would be jealous.  Even now he's going to chose unmated females for his pleasure," he mumbled.

 

"The Master?"

 

"Master Brolli," whispered Radditzu with a look of distaste.

 

"You almost seem to,"

 

"Shh," he said, muffling her with a kiss.  "We will speak of why later but keep your mouth shut on such matters that don't concern you."

 

All of them looked up when their minds buzzed with strange energies.  Atomique pressed her hand to her forehead, gasping as she realized the thoughts were not her own.  While she knew of telepathy from her husband the stellar alchemist, it was never this intense or clear.

 

Each of the Saiyans, demis, and slaves swung their gaze forwards.  A loud shout heralded a core group of four ultra elites.  They surrounded two figures that were Napa's height.  Long brownish black hair curled around the hair of the taller and much younger looking figure.  A red toga was hitched around his muscular hips, his chest bare except for a gold amulet laying across his clavicle.  A diadem held back his spiky brown and black mane, plunging to his mid back.  His eyes were wild black coals, taking in the room with a defiant smirk.

 

"His lord master Brolli welcomes you here to our hall!" called out the elder, who was obviously Lord Paragus.  For he wore a similar outfit and carried a staff in his hand, topped by a small carved Giant Ape.  Everyone stood and dropped on one knee with arms extended. 

 

"Yes," said a deep voice, booming from Master Brolli himself.  He glared towards the Lord Chamberlain, as she mentally deemed him, his eyes gleaming red.

 

"His lord master bids you feast and celebrate in his presence.  While his Lord's dancers entertain and the accounts of your missions are made known through your commanders.  He is most anxious to hear of what tributes you shall offer. And the desires of any unmated females to strive for the affections of his Glory's heart," he called out.

 

"But now, eat and satiate yourselves.  Commanders come forwards, sit at his table, and make known your exploits.  Music and entertainment to be enjoyed by all," he called out. 

 

"Sounds like an order," she mumbled.

 

"Rise and celebrate!  Join your Master in tribute.  Glorify him with your indulgence; honor him with your tributes and festivities.  Now, you are free to feast, and later to mate," he called out.  "When the new concubines are chosen."

 

"Concubines?" she thought, and saw Pepper's smirk.  Did these females actually WANT to be bedded by that scary looking behemoth?  Why didn't Brolli speak?  Or was he broadcasting his thoughts to his father?  Power crackled the atmosphere as Brolli stood up, grinning at the crowd.

 

"Eat now!  Enjoy!  My word is law," he called out in his own voice, a deep rumble that shivered her to the core. 

 

At once everyone in the hall scuttled to his or her feet.  Armor and voices whispered through the clinks of fingers and utensils on metal.  Each of the males sat and put their females on their knees or immediately to the side.  Automatically she crawled back in to Radditzu's lap, visibly shaken.

 

"Good Kami," she gasped.

 

"He is indeed our living conduit to the Great fathers," nodded Cellulose.

 

"Some would say so, for we serve him without question," Radditzu said quietly.  She sensed a swell of anger and resentment, followed by images of a flame haired skinny teen in blue and white armor.  Her eyes widened when she realized it was a very young prince Vegeta flashing through her thoughts.  Once bombarded with the images, she leaned her head against Radditzu's chest.

 

"He is the legendary," said Bardock quietly.  "We must obey him or else."

 

Why did Bardock not look convinced, she wondered.  Then she slowly started to piece together what the evidence screamed.  However with the throbbing in her head she would have to leave such questions till tomorrow.  For now she just curled up in Radditzu's arm and numbly nodded while the feast clattered on around her.