By Trynia Merin aka StarbearerTM
Disclaimer I don't own
DBZ, Toryiama and Funimation do and I don’t own Full Metal Alchemist! Also, I
don’t own KISS or their fictional superhero portrayals, which are owned by
Marvel, KISS Catalogue, and Dark Horse. These are Fanfiction concepts developed
by me Trynia Merin for use in the fanfiction Saiyan Foster Father. Bulmathebabe
owns Christine Black Widow. They are based on the Dragon Ball universe; KISS
Next Generation, and Full and my fan interpretation. Please ask my permission
if you'd like to borrow them for yours!
Tomakt used her scouter to trace Gene's location. Bleeping numbers in a language she now knew
well pinpointed him within the secondary gravity chamber. Chuckling, she strode up to override the
controls and enter without disrupting his training
routine. At Fifty g's, Gene exchanged
blows with one of Bulma's training bots while Christine and Jeannie met blow
for blow.
"This damn danger room
can really put out," Gene gritted, hurling a flame tinged breath at the
bot. It veered out of the way, narrowing
avoiding being singed.
"Damn it, where did you
learn to do THAT?" Jeannie cursed, as Christine zipped out, then zipped behind her.
"Same place you did! Think fast!" Christine laughed, chopping
her in the back.
"Says
YOU!" Jeannie answered,
flashing out her fist to punch.
Christine grunted at the impact of her friend's fist in her armored
chest.
"HAH!" Gene
laughed, whipping around and suddenly lashing out a long dragon tail from his
back to knock the bot away.
"So you have a tail
too? What is this? A bargain sale?"
Christine panted.
"A secondary form,"
Jeannie laughed. "I see you've
mastered it too, huh dad?"
Black wings unfurled from
Gene's shoulders while his armor bulked up in density. Now he was eight feet tall, bristling with
power. Brimstone crackled from every
pore, smoke filling the air.
"Now let's see what this
guy can dish out. Bring it on!" he
laughed, twirling his battle-axe.
A beam of purple force zinged
out, slamming him in the chest. He
grunted, pushing it back with his armored gloves. Both Christine and Jeannie glanced over to
see Tomakt surging with purple ki.
"Atomic blast!" she
shouted, hurling a ki ball towards Gene.
He swung his axe to batter it aside.
Still the gold sphere exploded in his face, hurling him back. Quickly he flipped, wings beating to
compensate.
Fire surged towards
Tomakt. She crossed her arms, generating
whirling orbital of light much like those she had originally done. Gene's fire sizzled against each rapidly
orbiting sphere of purple ki. One zinged
off, followed by another while two remained to whirl and block whatever he
threw. Gene phased out, then moved behind her.
Tomakt whirled around, dodging his punch to deliver one of her own to
his gut.
"HLLRGH," Gene
gasped. He was barely phased,
even if the wind was knocked from him.
Fists flashed out in a rapid
volley. Gene laughed, matching her blow
for blow in a burst mode. Dragon reflexes
allowed him to take her punches that slid by.
The female Saiyan then blocked the slashing blows of his axe. One managed to graze her bare arm, yet his
tail slashed out, struggling to twin around her legs. To his shock her own
tail wrapped around his, twisting and throwing with more strength then he
thought the furry appendages could muster.
"Yow," Gene
laughed, righting himself. "Tail
jitzu?"
"HYAAH!" she
shouted, bringing both fists up to slam down on his back. He dropped, then
batted her aside with an elbow. She spun
around, flashing out with kicks before Gene blocked each one. His gauntleted fist surged in a punch, only
to hit against her fist. Her face
flushed red as Tomakt pushed against him with ten times the strength she
previously had.
"Whoa, you've gotten a
bit stronger doll," Gene laughed.
"But not as strong as I."
"We'll see…" she
gritted, pushing back. Gene disengaged,
floating back as she did. Both regarded
one another, panting heavily.
"Not bad at all. You've either been taking those pre natals,
or your king Kong makeovers toughened you up.
Damn woman, that wasn't too shabby," Gene laughed.
"Thank you, I
think," she nodded.
"Give me a break,"
Jeannie grumbled.
"C'mon, let's let them
talk," Christine urged, dragging Jeannie away by her wrist.
"Fine. I was
beginning to stink anyhow. The scent
hasn't improved with the Monkey queen here," she mumbled. "You realize how stinky those Saiyans
get when they're in armor all day?"
"Oh shut up,"
Christine mumbled, slugging her on the back.
"You're no bottle of Chanel No. 5 yourself, Dragon Womyn," Tomakt
called. "And for your information,
we don't stink. You're the one that does
the smelling."
"Hah hah, very
funny," Jeannie stuck her long tongue out, waggling it.
"Save it for Elliot when
you next see him," Tomakt laughed.
"C'mon let's go,"
Christine urged. Jeannie snorted,
marching off to the showers.
"I understand you had
something to say to me, Gene?" Tomakt asked, hands on her hips.
"Yeah. Where the hell
have you been hiding? You afraid I'm
going to beat you up?"
"No. Hardly," said Tomakt. "That's not your style. Besides, I might kick your ass."
"Hah, no
offense but you're still not much of a match for me in the long
run," Gene said.
"Gene, I don't blame you
for being pissed. But I have been hiding
I guess," Tomakt said.
"Yeah. Downright scarce. You
think I can't forgive you?" Gene asked with a grunt.
"You have no reason
to," said Tomakt.
"Unlike what your monkey
pals must have been teaching you, doll, I forgive even if I don't forget. You're still Christine's pal, and even though
you let me down, I forgive you," said Gene. "Love makes us fuck up."
"I accept your
forgiveness," said Tomakt quietly.
"It's appreciated."
"We could sure use you
in the fight," Gene said. "You
sure you wanna stay?"
"I have two kids on the
way," she said.
"Well, even with two
buns in the oven you still kicked ass, then and even more now," said
Gene.
"I can't," said
Tomakt.
"Can't or won't?"
"By
royal orders. The Prince forbids it," said
Tomakt. "I'm sorry."
"So am I. But maybe you can come back and visit,
eh?" said Gene.
"You resent me for what
I've done?" she asked.
"Nah. No way. Sure the mod's a shock, but you've really
changed for the better I think. Despite what
Jeanie might think you're still okay, doll," Gene said with a smile. "I just wanted you to know I wasn't
going to be permanently pissed at you.
Paul's the real target. He just
took you along for the ride."
"It was
unfortunate," she said.
"Yeah. Tell me about
it. Dragging you into it wasn't
cool. Now Jeannie and I have a lot of
work to do on fixing things with us," Gene said.
"She hates my
guts," Tomakt laughed.
"Not fully. But there's a lot of bad blood," said
Gene quietly.
"I can live with
it. It's her choice," said
Tomakt.
"Even though she knows
William's fine, she's still gonna smart.
She's as stubborn as her old man.
But that doesn't mean we've gotta stay at odds," said Gene.
"No. After all, Paul's blood flows in the veins of
two handsome boys. I'd like them to know
their Uncle Gene," said Tomakt.
"What about the
talisman?"
"They'll use it when
they're ready. I'm not the host any
longer," said Tomakt. "Unless you'd like to take it."
"Stay here and keep
those kids safe. When things calm down a
bit, come on and visit us. There's no
reason for kids to fight in wars.
Keeping it here is our insurance policy.
Christine, Simone Jeannie and I can handle it. Besides Tyler and Mona are back. As soon as we find Elliot we'll be good."
"Will you?" asked
Tomakt.
"Yes," Gene
smiled. "C'mere,
monkey girl. Give me a hug, or is
it against Saiyan tradition?"
"It isn't amongst
friends," she said, as he spanned his arms. She felt him hug her tightly, patting her
back as she lay her cheek to his chest.
"I'll miss ya, monkey
girl. Take care of Mighty Joe Young, and
King Kong, or is that Prince Kong," Gene joked.
"When do you
leave?"
"Soon," Gene said
quietly. "And I'm leaving a choker
collar communicator for you. IT works
across dimensions. Mona rigged it. Apparently Ace wasn't the only genius."
"Heh," She
snickered.
"Why don’t' we go get
some grub, and then you can show me more of what you've learned," Gene
said. "And maybe we can visit those
kids."
"All right then,"
she nodded as Gene slapped her back and led her out of the GR.
Later that week, Tomakt
confronted Vegeta. Although she could
predict with almost absolute certainty what his answer would be, she
entertained her friend's suggestion.
Perhaps there was a chance she could see her world one last time. Join in the fight to push the Destroyers out
so the magical forces returning to her world would gain more than a
toehold.
However the look on Vegeta's
face crushed any hopes. He hovered in
midair at 100 G's, hurling blasts of energy at moving targets. Tomakt had joined him in the target practice,
and they had talked during the intermittent lulls from explosion to explosion.
"You cannot go,"
Vegeta said, landing on white booted feet.
"You haven't even heard
all of what I had to say," Tomakt said quietly.
"End simulation,"
Vegeta shouted. The room slowly faded
from red to white while the gravity dropped.
"Please, it was
Christine's suggestion."
"I can guess. But there's no question where your loyalties
should lie. You're a Saiyan warrior, and
you serve me."
"How can I turn my back
on my world?" she asked, grabbing a towel and wiping her forehead off.
Vegeta grabbed a bottle of
water she threw to him, cracking it open.
In one gulp he drained the entire two liters of fluid. With a gloved hand he wiped his mouth, then
panted, "You already have, woman.
As for Jeannie and Christine they've made it clear they're returning."
"And you'll just let
them go without any help?" asked Tomakt, pulling off her scouter to wipe
sweat off her brow. A towel hit her in
the face.
"They didn't ask for
it. It's not my affair what they chose
to do. Just as long as they keep their
battles out of my world," Vegeta snorted.
"Mop yourself off, female."
Tomakt dabbed more sweat off,
then emptied her two-liter bottle in three gulps. She stopped long enough to ask, "What
about the reports of alien influence. Of possible Saiyans in my universe's future? Already there's the reality of so called
'mythical' beings arising from the native population."
"Those things you call
'elves' and other such creatures were probably subspecies of humanoid, capable
of channeling ki in a far superior manner.
Old files indicate that these 'elves' are a superior species of human
that had been repressed, but the genetic mutations are allowing them to
reemerge. And as for the others, you can
apply the same argument," Vegeta panted.
"Yes but…"
"The other phenomenon are being investigated by the scientists of your
old home world, correct?" Vegeta said.
"But they gave you two
years of service. And the Destroyers are your sworn enemy. Surely it's a good challenge for you to
return with a party of warriors to test your skills against them?" asked
Tomakt.
"That is something that
Bulma is investigating. But I cannot and
will not allow any of my warriors to go on some wild goose chase. Gene has made it clear he needs no
assistance, and I'm honoring his word.
It isn't our concern, and that's all I shall say on that matter,"
Vegeta grunted.
"Very
well then. But I cannot just forget. Isn't there some way I could somehow take
leave and do something to settle my affairs there?" Tomakt sighed.
"I will consider your
request, Tomakt," said Vegeta.
"Serve me faithfully and you will be granted leave when it is
due."
"As you command,
Sire," Tomakt said, forcing back tears.
Anger burned in her soul, self imposed.
Impassively Vegeta glanced down at her.
"I'm not without
feeling, woman. But I have lost one home
world already and I have comprehension.
But you accepted an oath to serve me, and that cannot be taken
lightly. Once my protection is
withdrawn…"
"I made my choice I'll
live with it," said Tomakt quietly.
"But it won't be easy."
"Consider it a challenge
worthy of a true Saiyan warrior," he said. "Now leave me. I've other matters that
require my attention."
"My life at your
command, your Majesty," she saluted before rising. She backed away, letting her tail drop to
sway back and forth behind her calves.
Blood seeped into her lips as she bit them. Finally out of range she let tears burn down
her cheeks.
"Damn it all," she
muttered, feet pounding violently into the cracking tile with the force of a
being accustomed to heavier gravity.
She exited Capsule, walking
towards the place where Jeannie and Christine had made their home. As she entered, she saw that the door was
left ajar. Tomakt glanced around the
small apartments, narrowing her eyes in confusion.
"What the hell?"
she asked. A servo bot was cleaning the
room carefully.
"Professor Tomakt? Query?"
"Where is the
occupant?"
"Ma'am Mrs. Jeannie has
vacated the premises."
"As of when?"
"As of early this
morning," said the bot. "All
her possessions were cleared and capsulated."
"Did she clear it with
the Prince?"
"Negative. There was no record of her departure."
"Excuse me," Tomakt
said as she rushed down the hall. She
flipped on her scouter, tracing for any signal of Christine or Gene. To her horror she found none.
The next destination was the
guest quarters that Gene had been assigned.
As she depressed the control, she heard no response. Her scouter showed no signs of battle power
except a residual trace. Again she tried
the door, only to find no answer.
"Override omega three
ten!" she growled. The door-clicked
open, hissing as it slid back.
Tomakt entered, glancing
around the small space. To her shock
there were KISS posters on the walls, and a neat stack of CDs burned freshly
next to a stereo. A small IPOD lay on
the sofa, next to two neat piles. Slowly
she picked up what was a suit of Elite student Saiyan armor. As she rushed through the apartment she saw
the items of clothing given to Gene were neatly folded and set to the
side. Yet other personal effects were
gone.
"Shimatta, they said
they'd leave in a week," she said, glancing around.
A bleeping came over her
scouter, "Professor Tomakt! Report
in!"
"Tomakt here,
Cabernet. I'm in Christine's quarters
and they've been raided!" she called.
"What? I was going to ask you if you'd seen any sign
of Trainee Christine or Jeannie because they failed to report to duty! You said they're GONE?"
"I thought you
knew! They left armor and little
else!" Tomakt called.
"Great Galaxy, hold
on!" Cabernet barked.
Another presence startled
her, and she turned to see
"Your Majesty, I thought
you knew they were gone!" Tomakt gasped.
"Since
WHEN?" Vegeta snapped,
pushing into the quarters. "What
the HELL happened? Where ARE they?"
"You tell me!" she
gasped weakly, sinking to the nearby easy chair.
"Nappa, when was the
last time you said you saw them?"
"Earlier last night
sire. That's what I was trying to tell
you! I thought you should see for
yourself but it looks like the whelp here already beat us to it!"
"When did you notice
this? Didn't you THINK to override the
door?" Vegeta snapped.
"Sire, I figured her
mate would be pissed, but looks like Professor here had the idea anyway!"
"Search the
building!" Vegeta barked.
"You, third class, get that mate of yours and start looking in the
labs! I want to know where and when they
were last seen!"
"But Sire I thought
you'd given them leave to go!" Tomakt said weakly.
"Damn it, the fucking
NERVE of those ungrateful brats!" Vegeta cursed in Saiyanese. "That tears it!"
"You saw they left their
armor," Tomakt said, holding the bundle of Christine's personal
effects. "Jeannie
too."
"They've made their
choice," Vegeta said quietly, tossing the armor back to the sofa. "Ungrateful bitches."
"She said she'd leave in
a week!" Tomakt shook her head.
"Fucking goddamn… get
your tail out of here and you and that third class Radditz start
searching! They might not have gone
far!" Vegeta yelled.
"At once!" she
gasped, rushing out of the room. As she
levitated down the corridors she passed Jeannie's room, where Nappa was tearing
through what he saw.
"Vegeta, same story
here," he called, carrying the pile of Jeannie's abandoned armor. "And there's a scrap of paper."
"Give it here,
moron!" Vegeta snapped. He grabbed
the white envelope and read the enclosed paper.
"No sign of them?"
Cabernet asked, seeing Tomakt shoot across the lawn of Capsule.
"Nothing. It was all
cleaned out. You?"
"I checked the GR, and
the training complex. All the lockers
that they owned were cleared out except anything resembling Saiyan armor or
scouters. I'd say they left in a hurry,"
she said.
"Any capsules
missing?"
"A
couple dozen cases. I've been trying to get hold of the Princess,
but she's not answering her messages," said Cabernet.
"Tomakt chan!"
someone shouted. She saw Raditz rush in,
carrying something in his hands.
"Where are they?"
"I was going to ask
you! Something's been stolen from the
lab!" Raditz cursed.
"Show me!" Tomakt
gasped, rushing after him. They streaked
through the corridors, scouters open to full range as Cabernet and
"They're not in the
labs, are they?" Tomakt panted.
"No. A whole bunch of capsules containing
generators and other supplies for disaster relief were missing. I just checked the inventory," he said.
"The dimensional jump
equipment," Tomakt panted. Raditz
gave her a horrified look as she burst into Bulma's private lab.
"What the HELL is going
on here?" Bulma screamed. "Who
stole the AE 35 unit?"
"That's what WE want to
know! They're gone!" Raditz called.
"What's this about them
being gone? I just got a message and
raced BACK here, to find a whole bunch of stuff missing? What kind of guards ARE you clowns?"
Bulma yelled.
"Don't blame them
woman," Vegeta snapped, as Tomakt and Raditz both dropped to one
knee. "The answer is clear."
"What answer. Vegeta, tell me what the FUCK is going on or
so help me…" Bulma yelled.
"They've left,
woman," said Vegeta angrily.
"I think you'll find the missing capsules and your dimensional
equipment was put to use by two former students of mine."
"Why didn't they just
ASK For it if they wanted it?" Bulma yelped. "The prototype wasn't completely tested
yet!"
"What else is
missing?" asked Tomakt. "Are
the Destroyer prototypes you were studying gone as well?"
"Yes but why… oh kuso
you don't think that…" Bulma trailed off.
"Precisely
woman. They've left of their own accord. I found their armor was left behind. Clear indication they have rejected their
servitude to me," Vegeta snorted, arms folded across their chest. "It seems it's all explained in a
note."
"Shit," Bulma
gritted.
"Mistress, I found this
in the lab," Raditz said.
"Why didn't you give it
sooner?" Vegeta glared at him.
"I didn't wish to
interrupt the Princess," Raditz apologized as Vegeta tore it from his
grasp. Bulma stormed over and read over
Vegeta's shoulder after he tore the envelope open.
"Humph
the nerve. IT seems that your friends have left some
ridiculous cultural trash behind in trade for what they've taken, Tomakt,' said
Vegeta, glaring at her.
"You mean KISS
merchandise?" asked Tomakt.
"Is this some sick
JOKE?"
"It's gene's warped idea
of payment," said Tomakt.
A capsule tumbled out of the
letter and rolled on the floor. Bulma
leaned down to pick it up. She turned it
around, glancing at Vegeta. He snorted,
and she threw it down. When the smoke
cleared a neat pile of gold and electrum bars gleamed at their feet.
"Where did they get
this?" Vegeta mumbled.
"It's at least a million
dollars worth of gold," Bulma gasped.
"Gene's a dragon,"
said Tomakt quietly. "Don't ask me
how but somehow I think this is his way of paying for what he took."
"Humph
useless metal. Although it has value, the fools have burned
any bridges. Whatever those two ungrateful
bitches do now is not my affair," Vegeta snarled.
"This one's addressed to
you, by the way, female," Vegeta snapped, shoving an envelope into
Tomakt's hand. "I found it in the
Black Widow's quarters."
"She left without saying
goodbye. Some friend," said Bulma
hotly.
"I wash my hands of
this," Vegeta said. "Don't
just stand there gaping, fools. Report
to duty! Go and patrol for any unusual
dimensional rifts in case they somehow materialize again!"
"Come on," Raditz
said, taking Tomakt's shaking hand.
"Go, female. Listen to
your mate," Vegeta glared. Raditz
gently helped Tomakt to stand as she clutched the paper in her hands. Her limbs didn't want to move of their own
accord.
"Vegeta, this makes no
sense!" Bulma shook her head.
"It makes sense if
you're an ungrateful…" Vegeta ranted. The rest of his reply moved into
rapid fire Saiyaneese. Yet it was
unheard by Raditz and his departing mate.
"What say him?"
Raditz asked, wrapping his strong arm around Tomakt as they hovered a thousand
feet above
Tomakt unfurled the note,
shaking from head to toe. Raditz glanced
over, struggling to make sense of the English block printing of Gene. He hadn't learned to read that long ago, at
least Chikyuujin writing, so she shared her comprehension as she read it aloud:
"Hey there Monkey
Lady,
Probably surprised that
we've gone sooner then we thought, huh?
Well we just got an SOS from Mona saying that Leader's on the move
again. Apparently she's teamed up with
the Golden Princess and her crew. That
means we've gotta roll.
Sorry for ducking out
on you and the others so abruptly.
Christine wasn't for it, but long mushy good-byes would only make it
worse. I'm sure your Prince is pretty
pissed, but I'm sure he'll get over it when he reads her letter to him. I know it's some Saiyan
tradition to leave behind what you've been given for a clean break. Cutting ties are the best way to get things
done, in my humble opinion. Less mess.
But that doesn't mean
we're cutting out on you forever. You've
got a good thing going here. A second
chance with a man who's nuts over you. A job with benefits, and
two kids with two buns in the oven.
Not a bad gig. Stick with it a
while. We'll be fine. Don't think you've gotta
come to the rescue cause we've got things covered. We all have difficult choices to make, and
you've made your bed. Now you gotta lie in it and enjoy some of the games between the
sheets.
Tell Mr. Funny man that
he's okay. And that Paul's watching
him. He's not so
stupid as you might think. And tell his
royal Whyness King Kong that he needs to lighten
up. Being pissed only works for so long
before it ruins his pr. Tell that blue
haired sex goddess wife of his to get him laid a bit more. While I like the fact he doesn't apologize
for who he is, he needs to lighten up.
And those Special Forces, they're no pushovers. You've all got your hands full on this end. Let us handle things here and we'll be fine.
Keep a hand on that
talisman. I'm sure your boys will be able
to hack it. We'll give a shout when
we're ready. If we need backup, you know
how to reach us. Or we'll reach you
first. But enjoy your life because it's
a good one. One that I
wouldn't mind having.
Stay strong and take
life by the horns or by the tail, no pun intended.
Yours truly,
Gene
P.S. I'm sorry I
grabbed your tail. Big
mistake. I hope your mate isn't gonna kick my ass for that one. Cause Christine will stand in line. Now that I've got one part of the time I know
it's gotta smart.
PPS, get that monkey
mate of yours laid more often. He needs
a good deal more sex. Hell, all you Saiyans need a good screw cause
you're such grouches. Might
do you some good.
"Humph, sounds like he's
got some sense after all," Raditz said quietly as she folded the note.
Turning Tomakt to face him, he cupped her face in his hands while wrapping his
tail around her waist.
"You think?" she
asked.
"You read it as plain as
day on this world. The Prince will
comprehend. It had to be this way, as
Great Father Oorzu had ordained. It's
not for us to question the fate meted out.
Perhaps you do more good here. I
know that I would not wish you to leave my side when I've finally found
you," Raditz mumbled.
"Sentimental fool,"
she groaned as he lowered his face to kiss her.
Strangely she found she had no tears to cry because she understood this
was where she belonged.