Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Protection the Raditz Way ❯ Arboretum Lemon and Sobering Realizations ( Chapter 8 )

Chapter 9 Arboretum Fun

She was very quiet on the flight back to capsule. Raditz sensed she was distracted, so he said little till they approached the huge dome. "Are you all right, Tomique-chan?" he asked.

 

"I'm fine, I'm just sorry about…"

 

"Don't think of it. I think you require a bit of distraction before you start your work for the Princess today. The new lab is still being renovated…" Raditz said, levitating just near the front doors. He seemed to hesitate a bit, then entered.

 

He gave her thigh a squeeze, then shot through the house, levitating as he flew through the halls. She clung to his hair, taking great fistfuls of it through her fingers before scratching his scalp. Raditz purred like a great cat, enjoying the raking nails abrading his skin.

 

"Where are we going?"

 

"To the garden complex," he said, holding onto her.

 

"How do you get away with all this, hmm?" she asked.

 

"All WHAT?" he murmured, biting her ear. Atomique winced at the feel of his teeth biting into her skin, then his tongue lapping off her blood.

 

"Guarding me without getting your prince pissed off because half the time we seem to try to be finding ways to… Ohhh…" she groaned as his hand slid up and squeezed her thigh.

 

"What was that?' he rumbled.

 

"Damn you insatiable idiot… it hurts like bloody hell…"

 

"You haven't had sex for four years… good sex, and I promised to pleasure you as well as protect you, ningen female. It's not MY fault you smell and taste so delectable," Raditz purred. He kicked open the door to the arboretum, and strode forwards on massive black armored boots.

 

"Are we going to play Tarzan and Jane?" she asked.

 

"Excuse me?" Raditz glanced at her.

 

"Well, that's ANOTHER DVD we're going to have to introduce you to," she said, scratching him under the chin. She couldn't believe how at ease she felt with the bloodthirsty Saiyan warrior, who could crush her bones to powder in his hands. Nevertheless something about being around him excited and thrilled her.

 

"Is it another reference to feral humanoids?" he asked, levitating up into the enormous trees that they kept there. It reminded him of Vejitasei, and he wished that he could convince this human to accept him in lieu of her mate's memory. Yet the Prince would reprimand him for taking a ningen as a mate without permission. Unbeknownst to her, he already had marked her as mate. In all intents and purposes. Yet she had not accepted his proposal. It was a cruel joke he was playing on himself. If he hadn't the chance to constantly be around her and mate with her he would go mad.

 

"I don't know WHY but every time I'm around you I get… aroused…" she whispered.

 

"Mmm, likewise. Is that a problem?" Raditz mumbled, wrapping her in his tail as he began to unbutton her clothes again.

 

"Are you STILL going to pound into me? Good god I'm going to be sore."

 

"Umm I think not," Raditz purred, throwing her clothes down onto the branches of the tree. He carefully turned her so she was facing forwards, and he could reach around to caress her bare front. Only his furry tail hitched around her waist, dangling her ten feet in the air of the greenhouse.

 

"So you're going to do me up the rectum? How original. I don't much CARE for that sort of thing… considering the disparity in…"

 

"Hmm, seeing as you are not a male, I don't engage in THAT sort of entry unless the female requests it," he breathed into her ear, biting and nibbling. He sank his canines into the spot between shoulder and neck, feasting on the blood.

 

"Oho I'm going anemic… dizzy…"

 

"Relax Tomique-chan and mate with me," he growled, struggling urgently at his armor.

 

"Turn me around, monkey man and I'll help you with that problem," she said. In pure daylight they levitated, Tomique reaching up to seize fistfuls of his hair while he supported her with his furry tail around her hips. She glanced down, rubbing his scar-covered chest. His tongue descended on her breasts, flicking each nipple to life. Goose pimples erupted over her pale olive skin, body hair seemingly more abundant then she wanted to admit.

 

"I forgot to shave," she mumbled.

 

"Leave it," Raditz growled, through nipping her soft breasts. "It resembles a Saiyan female…"

 

"Huh, since when do YOU have a say in what I do with my body?" she mumbled.

 

"Because, you're mine," he grumbled.

 

"Excuse me?" she asked, glaring at him through shortsighted eyes. She felt his manhood prodding her hip, and groaned. Though her clit tingled with need, she felt the soreness between her legs was rampant.

 

Raditz coughed uncomfortably, realizing he had almost given away his secret. He rapidly explained, "Because I'm accustomed to having a female for my pleasure when I was in Freiza's employ, and I know nothing of your earth customs. And Saiyan males are VERY dominant…"

 

'You'll be the death of me… but I want you," she mumbled, reaching down to grasp his manhood in her hands. He tossed his head back and forth with her small fingers curled around him, bringing him to climax. Though the shape was only slightly different, because Saiyan males were uncircumcised, a phallus was a phallus. Easily he was ten inches in length, taking both her hands to encircle his diameter. That was his present dimension.

 

Being a size 18 had its advantages, she thought. Although she was just less than five foot five, her body was stocky, broad shouldered, big busted and wide hipped. Raditz enjoyed pinching the gentle folds of flesh around her belly, back, and thighs. She weighed almost nothing to him, her dark eyes staring at the blur before them when he removed the glasses from her face to put them into his boot. Only his boots and gauntlets remained of his armor, the rest scattered about the forest floor.

 

"Take the damn scouter off. I want to see your face, Tarzan," she joked.

 

"I insist if you're going to use such ridiculous pet names, kindly resort to the ones before that," he grumbled, making a face that indicated he wasn't pleased.

 

"Sorry, you're no fun," she mumbled. He slid his length between her legs, wetting his tip in her groove. Presently her battle power was 300, a mere fraction of his. Yet when he got her going, there was the distinct possibility it would come close to his. Even without her powers she would still be a 15 or a 20 with the intensity of her mind, and adding the stockiness of her body. Weak, but not as delicate as some.

 

"You're forgiven female, but be glad I'm patient,' Raditz hummed, settling his lips on hers awkwardly. She rubbed his shoulders, tickling along his landscape of scars. Lightly he traced his finger down the healing mottled burns that were pink shiny blotches atop her olive complexion.

 

"Good," she mumbled against his massive lips, nipping them. He groaned, cupping her breasts in those enormous hands that fit them perfectly. For a time he practiced kissing her, letting his tongue roll across hers in her sweet mouth. Inhaling the scent of her arousal and the taste of her saliva mingling with his. Delighting in the quickening of her heart pounding faster against his. Trying not to crush her bones, though they were a bit denser then most humans.

 

Hissing impatiently Raditz slid painstakingly slow into her. She gritted her teeth, inadvertently biting his tongue. He chuckled against her lips, rocking his pelvis slowly. Velvet silk sheathed him, addictive and lubricated with her desire. Tomique bravely tried to keep from crying in pain. Taking pity on her, Raditz carefully flared his ki to surge into her body.

 

"Take some of mine… that should… push your body to get over its soreness…" Raditz mumbled. Temporarily drained, he felt himself dip. Tomique reached out, catching herself with the power of her mind to levitate.

 

"Let me help… I can… take some of the load…" she gasped.

 

"Fortunately you are a genius by your species reckoning, otherwise you'd not be able to use ki like this…" Raditz whispered. "Just stay still and let me move this time. It won't hurt if you don't fight me…"

 

"I wish I could mate with you all day… I HAD been able to do it with Paul… but he wasn't as rough as you are… he said I was too rough…"

 

"Hmm, you're deliciously aggressive, Tomique. Ahh… yes do that again… umm…." Raditz moaned, voice deepening with his contentment. He levitated till his boots touched the ground and he could stagger over and lay her down on the bed of soft grass.

 

"Was that… good for you?" she asked, scolding herself for sounding so crude, yet knowing Raditz preferred bluntness to tact.

 

"Very, Tomique chan," Raditz purred. At that instant a bolt of haunting familiarity washed over her effectively reducing her to shyness.

 

"Are you sure I shouldn't worry about you constantly biting me on the neck? I just don't get why I can't bite you where you keep biting me…"

 

"Because, you don't want something permanent," Raditz said quietly, staring up at the dome curving overhead. He rested both arms behind his head.

 

"Oh," Tomique murmured. "If I were Saiyan…"

 

"You think that's the reason I hesitate?" he asked.

 

"Isn't it?" she asked, sitting up and glancing down at him.

 

"You are faithful to the memory of your dead mate. I cannot and will not interfere with that honor," Raditz said glancing up at her.

 

"Oh… wow…" she said, noticing the darkness in his black eyes. All male Saiyans or the few she had met tended to have the bottomless voids that showed no reflection, only the gleams of light that glimmered off of them. Unless glazed over with something else.

 

"You had made it clear that he was your soul mate. In Saiyan society there is only one for another… if you bonded by soul…"

 

"I did by mind," she said. "Damn…"

 

"If that wasn't the case, perhaps you'd…" Raditz said, sitting up. "But I have no right to ask."

 

Atomique squeezed her eyes shut, hugging her knees. Raditz sat up, backing away in horror. She began to cry, making him grunt with anger at himself. Hot tears dripped down her cheeks, and he grunted, "My apologizes, I had no right to breach a forbidden personal subject…"

 

"It's not your fault, Radz-kun," she sniffled. "It's mine. I was only with him such a short time… and here you are trying to protect me… I'm the insensitive…"

 

"Saiyans have no emotions you need worry about," Raditz grunted, crouching down. "Do you females cry over many things?"

 

"I'm weak, huh?"

 

"I did not say so!" Raditz snorted angrily. "Damn it, stop spilling that liquid, it's making me pissed… because I was the baka that encroached on…"

 

"I wish I could shut it off like you can. Channel it…" she muttered.

 

"I can divert your attention if you wish," he mumbled. She lay her head on his shoulder, resting her arms across his neck. Awkwardly he patted her back, not knowing much else to do. Finally he pulled her body into the circle of his legs folded lotus style. Slowly he picked the tangles out of her mussed hair, grooming in a manner that he had seen his father and mother do. She settled down, enjoying the feel of his fingers half massaging her scalp, and his solid body enclosing her.

 

"I wish I could leave it behind, but it hurts…"

 

"Forget it then. Block it out. Live now. You can't change it," Raditz purred deeply. Possessively he slipped his tail around her waist, tickling her ribs. Feeling the soft fur embracing her, she buried her face in his spiked mane, slowly running her hands through it. The texture was much like bird quills, stiff yet soft and silky.

 

"Tell me about your family," she said quietly.

 

"My father was a scientist of some reputation, and my mother a great warrior," Raditz boasted. "Both unfortunately perished in the explosion that claimed my planet…"

 

"And Goku's your little brother…"

 

"I was but a whelp when he was sent into space. It was assumed he perished. I had never a chance to pick a mate because most of the females were taken… there were only one female to every ten Saiyan males… so most of us found solace on Orchydsei… a local spaceport where Saiyans greeted non Saiyan visitors… we didn't care much for outsiders…" he said.

 

"No kidding," she laughed.

 

"Nappa and I found one particular place we frequented. Mr. Zocolotto's emporium," Raditz explained. "The pleasure slaves there were quite skilled in pleasing Saiyan males…"

 

"Any worry about protection?"

 

"Of course," he snorted. "The mere reason I use none with you is that humans carry no diseases that could harm a Saiyan male. And likewise. Since you're a widow, you have not been with another for ages. I wouldn't allow my DNA to mix with yours if you were a common whore or pleasure slave!"

 

"You said you'd… been with males?" she asked.

 

"Sometimes… it grew lonely. It's not uncommon to practice bisexuality to stave off the urges of mating. I did… mate with another male… named Turles…" he said quietly.

 

"Were you lovers?"

 

"Not consistently. He… protected me from the other Saiyan males and Freiza's troops. Basically if not for Turles I would have been traumatized as much as… others…" Raditz admitted. "Does that disgust you?"

 

"Homosexuality is common on Earth," she laughed. "But usually most are born with a preference. Few people chose to do it. Usually the person has the preference but seeks to hide it, t hen discovers it and finds a mate they like… then there are those that do it because there is nobody of the opposite sex… like in prisons…"

 

"I did enjoy it," Raditz said carefully.

 

"Bisexuality is also not uncommon," she said. "It doesn't bother me at all."

 

"Good," Raditz said with a sigh of relief.

 

"Did this Turles teach you what you know?"

 

Raditz blushed a bit. "He enjoyed the finest women… but he also liked young male Saiyans. Especially those with long dark hair…"

 

"I have to thank him," she teased.

 

"He's also… dead," Raditz said quietly. "Sometimes he shared his pleasure slaves with me."

 

"Wow."

 

"But he was not my mate. Only a lover," said Raditz.

 

"Did Nappa ever…"

 

"No. It might have helped him keep from raping defenseless females. I had Turles, he had nobody. I'd rather not resort to such horrendous. Rape has nothing to do with sexual gratification. Only purging," said Raditz. "There's no honor in it."

 

"Thank heaven," she whispered. "Was Turles handsome?"

 

"Hmm, yes, but most male Saiyans are well… built," said Raditz quietly.

 

"Did you… well were you… dominant or submissive…"

 

"He had me do the penetration. He was the penetratee… he enjoyed feeling the sensation from both points of view. When you're the young boy, it's rather painful to… well… in either regard…"

 

"Oh," said Tomique, feeling his tail brush lightly over her. "Well, I suppose it's a compliment when you say I'm 'good at this sort of thing'."

 

"Because you are. I don't lie, female," he said, pulling her to straddle him. Very gently he slid up her rear, making her gasp.

 

"Ohh…"

 

"I will be very careful, I promise," he whispered, stroking her as he turned her to face outwards. "Since you're sore the other place, I promise this will not hurt as much…"

 

"Mmm, it still does," she gritted her teeth.

 

"My apologies…" he said quietly. He remained still, then pulled out. He turned her around, and she reached down to rub him yet again to sate him. Groaning, Raditz sought her large breasts, suckling one and attending to the other. His desire was nonstop, plunging her into another sea of orgasmic bliss. Rolling over her put her on top, then began to pound up into her.

 

"May I… touch the tail… if I'm careful…" she whispered.

 

"Don't squeeze or… uh… grab him… be VERY careful… because you could end up making me pissed instead of aroused," Raditz whispered, grabbing her hand and guiding it to stroke lightly. The soft fur was addictive, warm to the touch as it kept itself latched around her hips.

 

"Mmm, yes it feels so soft… so feral," she gasped. "Is this hurting you?"

 

"No, that's perfect… don't stop…." He murmured, wary that she would pull or squeeze it. Yet she delicately stroked it like she would his member, or a dangerous wild thing. Finally he emptied into her, and she collapsed on him. Raditz stroked her hair, feeling the softness of it mimicking that of his fur.

 

Wind quickened, and she shivered. Warmth flared from his body, surrounding her with his ki. He dozed with his head weighing her chest down, while his chest covered her torso and hips. Partly on one side he lay, obscuring the essentials. Finally she fell asleep, and he reached down to pick her up, then gather his armor.

 

"I wish you could know how much I desire you, Tomique-chan," Raditz mumbled, carrying her towards his room. She shifted in his arms, then blinked up at him.

 

"Did you say something?" she asked.

 

"Nothing. Just that you might wish to rest a bit before going to work…"

 

"I'll be fine," she said, leaning her head against his chest. He nodded and headed towards the lab, only stopping to find a change of clothes for her before they entered Capsule again.