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| Sage | Sep 25 2010, 10:03 PM Post #1 |
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It was hot, to the point where a thin sheen of sweat constantly hung to Peach’s skin. If she had been human she would have been drained of her fluids through the body’s natural cooling system. But being a Saiyan the heat was merely a discomfort, one that she fought with as little clothing as possible. Her tail flicked back and forth in annoyance, not because of the heat. She enjoy the sun, often basking in it for hours at a time as the other pupils that had been taken under Roshi’s care did chores or trained. No, it was the middle phase of the full moon, the strongest of the three days. Peach had been to other planets of course, some which the moon cycle was a mere week apart, to others that were years. Earth, it was once a month for three days, torture on Peach’s part. The first month she had come to Earth she had cooped herself up in her room, waiting it out. The rug still had pacing marks from that month. She hated having to stay still, inside, away from the moon. On her home planet everyone went ape, so to speak, literally, there was none of this hiding away. She had been threatened by Master Roshi that is she ventured outdoors on the night of a full moon her tail would be cut quicker then she could say, ‘rawr.’ Peach was particularly fond, and perhaps a little to vain, about her tail. She had sucked it up and stayed indoors. The second month though, she couldn’t bare staying on the island, she had too many distractions. If Tien walked past one more time without his shirt, or stripped it off outdoors she was going to tear out her own hair. With a promise to be back by sundown, well it was more of her flicking off the old man and taking off into the air, Peach was free of the island prison she inhabited. After all, it came down to the fact she could fly, Master Roshi could not, and he wouldn’t leave the island due to being a hermit, turtle hermit that is. She did have a particular place in mind to go, she just flew, enjoying the sea spray, the smell of salt, and freedom. She was getting stronger, she could feel it just by flying, she was faster. She had always prided herself on being fast, she liked being first, drawing the first blood, the first attack, first to food. But currently she could feel the muscles in her body strengthening, replacing some of her softer curves when she flexed her arms and legs. She could take more blows from punches and kicks to her body, toughness, she liked to think she was tough as well. The cooling affect of the ocean made Peach relax a little. Soon she came to land again, a little town that looked as though it held nothing. Still it better to explore then her room. She landed on the small crust of beach that was overlapped by rough looking houses and shacks. The shacks were grey and tired looking, stacked together unevenly. She was dressed simply enough to blend in with the over heated humans, the locals, and the tourists. She was wearing a pair of old tennis shoes, shorts, and a black bikini top. So far she was the coolest looking creature in the town as she walked up a short alleyway and onto what seemed to be the main street. Some sort of bazaar was going on, where street vendors had set up goods of different type and make. Most of it seemed to be to sell to the tourists, shoddy craftsmanship. She wondered how many of the googily eyed shell were sold to tourists? Peach’s tail flicked back and forth, feeling crowded in the mass of humans, a few even had the nerve to shove her aside once they said the googily eyed shells. Humans seemed attracted to such worthless objects. Though Peach couldn’t judge as she bought a small curled shell necklace and put it on. The main street wasn’t that long and Peach found herself walking along a sandy path that seemed to be taking her up the hill to a quiet lookout. This was better, much more peaceful, and humanless. WC- 722 PWC-722 |
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| Alaric | Sep 25 2010, 10:05 PM Post #2 |
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The grass swayed in a soft ocean breeze, the morning dew making each blade shine in the sunlight like emeralds. It was a beautiful morning, especially near the seashore, where pale sand met green grass. Rays of sunshine peaked past the clouds, resisting unfair oppression by such unworthy obstructions. A small town in the distance flickered into life, light suddenly filling its houses. Noise began to cut through the salty air, disturbing the peace. A dark work boot came out of the sky, crunching down on the grass. Its heel lifted by less than half an inch, driving its toe into the moist earth. Raditz twisted his toe, grinding the crushed grass and covering it in a thin layer of gritty sand. He breathed in the sea air contentedly. It was going to be a good day. Mikan and Danime had warned him earlier not to mention them to anyone he may meet, and replied to his question of why by saying that this was a very important day for him. The Saiyan Lord didn't care why, but he trusted them. After all, the twins were his children in the future, so he must have told them about his past. Raditz was dressed in human clothes – a black muscle shirt and dark blue jeans, with a small hole for his tail – except for his sword, the Crimson Blade, which was sheathed and strapped across his back. Its glowing red blade was hidden in its hardened leather sheath, preventing humans from seeing and questioning such a strange quality. His dark work boots almost matched his shirt, although they were slightly lighter, resembling a very dark brown more than black. He started walking towards the small town. The four ships in his personal fleet had landed a few miles back, just out of sight, and allowed their commander to set off alone. Well, not completely alone – Arozin and Uzti had insisted that he bring along an escort to guard him. The warrior was a Saiyan, as well as a very high-ranking member of Raditz's specialized Blade Battalion. He was dressed in a white shirt with the buttons at his collar unbuttoned, and light tan slacks with a hole to let his tail out, similar to Raditz's. His clothing contrasted with Raditz's violently – the tough guy and the casual guy. The guard had a black sword sheath strapped over his back, with a standard-issue steel sword inside. Raditz knew very little about the warrior, except that he led a company within the Blade Battalion, and that his name was Kurnu. He had wrapped his tail around his waist, in contrast to his power level of 5,000. The swordsman was probably still susceptible to having it grabbed, unlike Raditz. His brown hair stuck up like King Vegeta's, making it obvious that he was first-class, although it was shorter and went more backwards than upwards. Raditz had decided that he needed a break after the war. So, much to the annoyance of his second-in-command, the Saiyan Lord had left Mikan and Danime in Arozin's care and set off to relax on the beach. He wondered what was waiting for him in the town; perhaps a fortune, or the path to true power? He was surprised when he saw a familiar female Saiyan standing atop a hill. It was covered in grass, similar to the plains that spread for miles in all directions around it. A path of sand led down one side, trailing off into the town, where it slowly merged into a dirt street and joined up with the main road. Raditz, however, could barely notice this as he stared for a few moments at the female warrior perched on top of it. “Peach,” he murmured. The last time he had seen her, he'd been drunk out of his mind and calling out her name as she left the Infernius. The Saiyan Lord looked down wistfully at the half-empty bottle of red wine in his hand. He shrugged off the strange feeling. It wasn't as if one bottle of wine could do anything to his powerful immune system, which could handle twenty or thirty full bottles without getting even slightly drunk. She looked so peaceful, so calm, as if she was at ease with the world around her. Raditz decided that talking to Peach was well worth disturbing a bit of her rest. “Come on, Kurnu,” the Saiyan Lord said to his guard, lifting into the air in a veil of energy. Kurnu nodded. “Yes, my Lord.” Raditz made sure his guard was in the air before flying towards Peach. He landed on the hill beside her within seconds, and Kurnu joined them after a moment, keeping about two meters of distance between himself and the two more powerful warriors. He knew Peach was only his equal, but he was also aware that Lord Raditz tended to violently lash out when he was around her. “Hey there,” Raditz said. He turned towards Peach after a moment. “Remember me? I'm the guy with the demon inside my head. I just got promoted to a Lord. My blood is officially noble.” He looked back out over the vast expanse of grassland. “But enough about me. What have you been up to, Peach?” --- Word Count: 886 RWC: 886 |
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| Sage | Sep 25 2010, 10:09 PM Post #3 |
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She hung by one hand to a slim tree trunk as she hung precariously from the cliff edge. Waves crashed hungrily against the steep base, blasting salt and spray onto her body. A casual observer would think she had a death wish, or she was an adventure seeker. Peach felt she had neither, she just was enjoying the cooling factor of the ocean. That and any fear of heights was destroyed with the ability to fly. There was a sudden disturbance in her peaceful thoughts, which had mostly just been on looking at the ocean. A spike of energy pulled her out of her thoughts. A familiar energy spark that she had hoped to avoid the rest of her stay on earth. Raditz, the last time she had seen him was a disaster by the fact he had been drunk, wanted her as a mate, and she had blown a hole in the side of his ship to escape the insanity that seemed to follow the man around. It didn’t help that in the middle of their first meeting he had suddenly changed personalities and become more violent then the usual Saiyan. She let out a long sigh, relieving herself of the senseless anger she felt. She rested her forehead on her arm for a moment before she pushed herself back onto the cliff. She ran a hand through her long hair, now she was sure she should have cut it before the full moon. Unfortunately, Master Roshi didn’t approve of her short hair and had hidden all sharp objects from her, leaving her long haired for a few more days. She then turned to look at Raditz who was babbling something about becoming a lord or such. Since when did the male Saiyan babble like this? She found it almost annoying as well as interesting as she raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms in front of her. At least he was sober, and seemed to be in control of himself this time. She wondered if him mentioning his noble status was some sort of messed up pick up line. As if that suddenly made him mate material, probably for most females it did. It was a rare occasion for a low class Saiyan to gain the power to be considered upper class, it was an impressive jump. Peach was sure that Raditz could find another female Saiyan to follow on their home planet. She studied the male for a moment, taking in his hair, his muscles, and his tail. He looked different, was it the human clothes, or the fact that his mind seemed more together she couldn’t tell. Her eyes went passed him to the guard of some sort that followed him. “Arozin on vacation today?” she asked dryly nodding to the guard. She and the upper class Saiyan were still not on friendly terms and she doubted that they would ever be, ‘chums.’ Still he was usually stuck up Raditz’s butt and to see that a low powered guard was following Raditz seemed to surprise her. She didn’t see how that would help if Raditz was attacked for one reason or another. Peach’s eyes went back to Raditz, her eyes inching up his body once more before settling on the bottle of wine he held in his hand. A deep hiss issued from her throat as Peach leapt forward. Her tiny fist slammed into the side of Raditz’s face, and as he was distracted her fingers curled around the neck of the bottle, prying it from his hand. With a sweep of her arm the bottle went flying into a tree, shattering into a million pieces. A glimmering spray of wine and glass rained down onto the ground as Peach bared her teeth. “Idiot, still drinking,” she told him as the guard rushed forward pulling his sword from it’s sheath. “It makes you dull, slow, dimwitted It affects your senses, your smell, even with the smallest amounts I can tell,” she continued as her hand filled with ki and she shot it at the guard, hitting him, and slamming him into a tree. “You claim to be a warrior, what is it now, a Lord, yet you depend on this swill to function. Pitiful,” she spat angrily. “You chase after me like a hound, yet you can’t see how this affects you. You disgust me, your scent sickens my senses when you drink your precious wine,” she snapped her teeth at him threateningly, she circled him wary of his intent. Now that he was closer to her she could smell his scent. He hadn’t been drinking yet, so his true scent filled her nose. She was pretty sure he could smell her as well, her heat, if he hadn’t guessed due to the moon rotation. That was why she was wary of him, of why he suddenly appeared bragging about his new status. It was similar to other situations she had been in before. The side of her mouth twitched slightly at the sight of his long hair. Had she, under death, had to admit one thing she liked about Raditz, it was his hair. A few times before she had been privileged, hell he had let her, brush it or run her fingers through her. Peach felt an odd pinch in her stomach which she brushed away. She shook her head, trying to get a breath of the relaxing sea salt smell of the ocean, it was no use all she could smell was Raditz and it was bothering her, but not to the point of insanity, yet. He smelt like a mixture of sand, sweat, and an odd fruity scent that leaned more on woody then fruit. Which was odd, she usually thought of a fruity smell to be on human female’s skin, yet what she detected from Raditz wasn’t feminine at all, but she was having difficulty pinpointing his scent. She growled, mostly at herself at being distracted to have her moon cycle mess with her judgment. “What do you want Raditz?” she demanded. WC-1011 PWC-1733 TWC-2709 |
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| Alaric | Sep 25 2010, 10:10 PM Post #4 |
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Raditz stood still as Peach looked over him, almost critically, as if rating his stature. He was oddly reminded of battle school on Planet Vegeta, and how the officers in charge had observed his every move, constantly recording him to examine later, even while he slept. It was a strange feeling, and the Saiyan Lord forced himself to push it away, instead focusing on Peach's eyes as they ran over him. For the first time, Raditz wished he had his armor. It was his only safety against the world, the only familiar thing left in his life. The Crimson Blade was infused with his thoughts and his soul, his energy, but it was new. He'd had his armor for years. Suddenly Peach spoke, giving a nod to Raditz's escort. “Arozin on vacation today?” Raditz smiled almost involuntarily, remembering Arozin's distaste for the female Saiyan. “No. I am Kurnu, Lieutenant, leading the 1st Blade Company under command of Lord Raditz. For now I have been assigned to guard my Lord,” the guard said, standing up straight and twitching his fingers. Peach turned her attention away from him, a relief to the swordsman. He couldn't do his job effectively if she was watching him, scrutinizing his every move. Raditz froze as Peach's gaze locked onto the bottle of wine in his hand. A low, deadly sounding sort of hiss came from deep in her throat. The Saiyan Lord barely had time to take a step back before the female's fist whistled by his face. His eyes widened and his fingers mimicked them. Peach snatched the bottle from his hand, tossing it into the tree she had been hanging from. The bottle shattered instantly, sending thousands of diamond-like shards at the three warriors. None of them were affected much as the glass shrapnel bounced off of their skin. Raditz was affected only when he saw his wine hit the ground, spattering the dirt with red liquid. It looked as though someone's blood had been spilled. As Peach bared her teeth and Kurnu jumped forward, drawing his sword quickly, Raditz hissed in return and drew back his fist to punch right through the female warrior. Kurnu shifted his sword to one hand, and laid the other one on Raditz's arm, forcing it back. Raditz relaxed and let his fist uncurl. “Listen to what she has to say, my Lord. And control yourself.” “Idiot, still drinking! It makes you dull, slow, dimwitted!” Peach said angrily, almost shouting quietly. “It affects your senses, your smell, even with the smallest amounts I can tell.” Kurnu turned back to Peach, about to speak, when he felt several small blasts of Ki energy pound into his chest, exploding and sending the warrior back a few feet. He grabbed the tree to steady himself and prevent his momentum from sending him off the cliff. “We are warriors!” Raditz protested weakly. “This is only a drink, nothing more!” Peach's response came quickly, as though she were spitting out the words to rid herself of them. “You claim to be a warrior, what is it now, a Lord, yet you depend on this swill to function. Pitiful! You chase after me like a hound, yet you can’t see how this affects you. You disgust me, your scent sickens my senses when you drink your precious wine.” Raditz took a step back as Peach snarled at him and snapped her teeth. She began circling him, as the female often did. Her words awakened an instinct deep within Raditz, and he breathed in quickly. Every breath brought in new scents, smells that Raditz had never noticed before. Somehow, he knew that all Saiyans could do this. He could barely describe the smells that entered his nostrils. Anger, obviously, and perhaps a hint of fear, a hint of something more. He couldn't explain it. She smelled of normal scents as well – sand, salt from the sea, and a strange scent. For the first time in weeks, a more calm Raditzu spoke to him. Saiyan females go through heat every month, at the full moon. Stay away from her. Right now, this female is probably planning to fight you, or at least somehow harm you. Raditz laughed in his mind. Don't tell me what to do, Raditzu. Listening to your advice has never helped me in the past, especially not where Peach is involved. Peach suddenly growled and broke his mental conversation. “What do you want, Raditz?” she snarled. “Oh, nothing much. In fact, I didn't expect to see you here. I simply wanted to come to the beach and relax,” he grinned and breathed in more of her scent. She looked troubled, but he was almost entranced. “That is, until I did see you. Now I want to talk. It's been so long since I had a proper conversation with you.” Kurnu reluctantly turned away from his Lord as humans began to gather. He pointed his sword at them, silently threatening to kill any who came near. One man raised a rifle and took a shot at the guard. Kurnu chuckled, and his hand shot out, grabbing the bullet between his index finger and thumb. Instead of flicking it back, he crushed the puny piece of lead and dropped it to the ground as dust. “How about we find somewhere to talk, without the pesky humans around?” Raditz asked, keeping his attention on Peach. --- WC: 912 RWC: 1,798 TWC: 3,531 |
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| Sage | Sep 25 2010, 10:15 PM Post #5 |
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Her tail twitched back and forth, her eyes darting from Raditz, to Kurnu, to the humans, then back to Raditz several times. Her head felt cloudy, her senses dulled except her sense of smell which was filled with the larger Saiyan’s scent. She needed to move, to get away from this situation, to gain control over herself again. She was tempted it was true, to rid herself of the burning, the wanting, the ache that came with the full moon. But she was stronger then that, she would not give herself away to a male who was more powerful then her. The rest of her life she would live in his shadow, her accomplishments gossiped about and gained by her mate. Peach ground her teeth until they filled her head with the squeaking noise of their protests. Her whole body was on edge, half of her wanted to walk forward to submit, the other wanted to fight off these conflicting feelings, whether it would be internally or just fighting against Raditz it was up in the air. Her fingers were claw-like as her eyes continued to shift, she felt slightly pinned in. She knew of Raditz’s insane temper, would he turn on the humans, or order his lackey to do it for him if he didn’t get his way? Though she was no member of the Peace Corps, she didn’t think that these curious humans deserved to die. Or maybe just hanging out with Tien had made her softer then when she had landed on this planet. She watched Raditz’s nose flare as he took in the scents around them, then her grinned. Her claws turned into fists, now he was grinning at her as if he knew her weakness, as if he could just waltz over to her and take her. He stated he wanted to talk to her, where in his ship again, hell with that she had escaped once, next time she would make the ship self destruct, that would be a good parting blow to tell him she wasn’t interested. Her eyes traveled over his hair again, her fingers uncurling from fists and twitching a little. He wasn’t being threatening, yet, she could admit that, his scent, though bothersome could tell her that he wasn’t lying, that he was aroused, or even that he wanted to do harm to her. Peach depended on this more then a lot of her other senses, to determine what she did in these difficult situations. So far most races scents played this way, except for Changelings, which she hadn’t seen in a very ling time. He looked at her again, with an interested almost gentle look. She bared her teeth threateningly again to warn him to stay away. Conflicted, should she give him the benefit of the doubt and talk, or run like hell and hide herself away until the full moon was over? Her winced slightly, she wouldn’t run away, she was no animal to be tamed and turned submissive once a larger male appeared. No, she was in control of herself, that was that. In any case Raditz still owed her a medal and might have new information on the Saiyan fleet and army she might want to know about. “It has been a while,” she said through strained lips and bared teeth as she tried to relax a little. This was difficult until a salty wind blew sand and hair everywhere clearing Peach’s head. She let out a sigh, grateful for the relief. “I will speak to you briefly then,” she once more crossed her arms over her chest looking at Raditz before straightening the messed tangles in her hair. The corner of her mouth twitched slight before she spoke in an amused tone. “But only if you allow be to brush your hair again. But only because it‘s a mess,” she added quickly and comically pulled a hair brush from her back pocket. Oddly enough, with the threat of a good fight disappearing the humans began to disperse as well, leaving the three Saiyan a peace again. WC-681 PWC-2414 TWC-4212 |
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| Alaric | Sep 25 2010, 10:22 PM Post #6 |
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Kurnu was not happy with the crowd of annoying humans. They were getting on his nerves, and the last thing that the swordsman wanted was to have them trying to kill him. Bullets might not hurt much, and their blades might be weak, but Kurnu knew from experience that a fight against too many opponents at once never turned out well for the smaller side. He bared his teeth at them and tried to hiss like a cat as Raditz could, but all that came out was a high-pitched growling sound. They began to laugh uneasily, still watching Raditz and Peach, still blissfully unaware that if a fight did indeed break out they would all most likely die. The human male with the rifle raised it again, taking aim. Kurnu, being a highly skilled Saiyan warrior with many long years of training, had far superior eyesight when compared to the human, and so could judge roughly what the man was seeing simply by looking into his eyes. The rifle was aimed at Kurnu's head this time. All the swordsman needed to see was a slight twitch of the man's finger, a single tensing of a single muscle, and he knew what needed to be done. He raised a single finger, pointed it at the gun, and fired off a small amount of Ki energy. His own energy was a light, almost invisible lime green. The blast entered the rifle's barrel and exploded, both stopping the bullet and rendering the gun useless. Kurnu had aimed correctly; the human looked shocked and angry, but not in any kind of physical pain. Meanwhile, Raditz stood intoxicated with Peach's scent wafting into his nostrils. He could barely move, he could barely speak. He was scared by that. If anyone attacked him, he would be virtually unable to fight back at the moment. He wanted to call out to her; the Saiyan Lord felt as though he was drifting away, out of his body, forced out of control of his body by the thick smell. It filled his nose, he could barely breath properly. Any normal human, or indeed anyone except a Saiyan, would be fighting for their life against the feeling. Raditz, however, scared as he was, somehow kept his body calm and still, and simply let the scent wash over him and fill him. Suddenly a breeze softly caressed the hill, bending the grass and carrying both of the Saiyans' hair in its flow. Raditz breathed in again. He smelled salt, sand, normal seaside scents, and Peach's own smell had been subdued. You idiot, anyone could have killed you right there! Raditzu's voice came suddenly, ruining the moment. Shut up, I'm still alive, aren't I? Raditz asked back in response, trying to ignore Raditzu's unneeded comments on the situation. A grumble of what sounded like, Barely... came from Raditzu before the demon fell silent. “It has been a while,” Peach said. Raditz could tell she was recovering from the same strange intoxication that had overcome him, but if what Raditzu had said about the moon and the female Saiyans' heat was true, then it was for a different reason then him. Raditz had simply been overcome by the fact that suddenly he was noticing the scents that he had never even thought about before. He was snapped out of his thoughts as Peach agreed, “I will speak to you briefly then.” Raditz smiled at the female as Peach fixed her hair. “Thank you,” he said, glancing over at the humans for a moment. They were starting to get anxious and move forward, probably hoping to start the fight that they had all come to see. Raditz waved a hand at them in annoyance, a signal to Kurnu that he wanted peace. Kurnu nodded. He swept his sword around in a semi-circle, threatening the humans, driving them back. They had come to see a good fight, not to get involved or even killed in one; with the promise of entertainment gone and the threat of injury or possible death arising, the crowd began to disperse, walking off the hill and back to their normal daily business. The swordsman looked back at his Lord, sheathing his sword quietly, and bowed slightly to signal that the deed was done. Raditz turned his full attention back to Peach. “The ocean is a great place to be near. Shall we stay here and speak, now that the humans are gone? I think that would be nice.” “But only,” Peach said, “If you let me brush your hair again. But only because it's a mess!” Raditz's smile returned as she pulled a hair brush from her pocket. He wondered briefly why she would be carrying around a hair brush, but quickly shed any ideas that came to mind by examining the female's own hair. The last time he had seen her, it had been short, but now it had grown down to her waist almost. “Please, go ahead,” he said, the very thought summoning a slight purr from deep within his throat. Kurnu suppressed a laugh at his Lord's tendency to make cat-like noises, even though the Saiyans resembled apes more than cats. He knew it scared most enemies if Raditz hissed or roared at them, but it was almost funny to see him purring. “Well, I know what I've been up to, but what have you been doing while I've been at war? Did you ever watch the Saiyan news from Planet Valhalla?” Raditz said. “I remember the press asking me and General Maada some questions about the war effort, and I thought perhaps you might have seen it.” Raditz also remembered blowing up the cameras, but he decided that was beside the point. --- WC: 965 RWC: 2,763 TWC: 5,177 |
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| Sage | Sep 25 2010, 10:25 PM Post #7 |
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“Yes,” Peach whole heartily about the ocean, if this planet had one redeeming quality it would be the ocean. Most people could argue that the sand, the pain of salt in their eyes, the smell of dead fish ruined the experience of the ocean. To her though it held a certain serenity that she couldn’t get enough of. What did anger her was how the humans could ruin such a precious thing. She could be angry, but didn’t Saiyans do the same thing when they took over planets, so they could be rebuilt and resold to the highest bidder. She was glad she had just been sent on a scouting mission. She would have a hard time boiling the ocean with her energy and destroying such peace. She had been aware that moments before that Raditz had seem to freeze, off guard, and unaware of the surroundings. The complete opposite of how on edge Peach felt, she felt hyper sensitive to everything. From Raditz’s large bulky frame, to Kurnu working crowd control. She felt the entire situation was outrageous and the point of odd. Since when did Raditz leave himself open to attack? Even when he had been drunk he had been on guard. Was it because he was distracted by her scent, or at ease with her company? Peach knew she’d never attack Raditz, just because he was far more powerful then her. At her lower level she’d need a lot more back up then just herself. But did she want to attack, or hurt him. She let out a breath of air, not wanting to admit it to herself. No she hadn’t, for the main reason that she kept dwelling on that rare moment before Raditzu had taken over. She had just complimented Raditz’s hair, she really did like his hair. She had looked up at him smiling and he had smiled back. There had been something good there, something that Peach wanted to see was still there. She grinned as Raditz let out a deep purr, his voice low in his throat, “Please go ahead,” he told her at her request to brush his hair. Much to her glee, Peach ran her free hand through her hair again. She knew that Raditz seemed to enjoy having his hair played with as much as she enjoyed playing with it. How strange was that? That a Saiyan Lord found so much pleasure from having his hair brushed by a lower class Saiyan. If she hadn’t been so eager to play with his thick mass of spiky hair, she might have felt that it was degrading. Yet, Raditz didn’t seem to make it that way, he didn’t treat her as her rank. Instead, it was more like just Raditz and Peach enjoying one another’s company and that was it. She did have to appreciate this, that Raditz still seemed to hold onto his lower class attitude, at least when it came to her. Yet, it might have been because he knew how stubborn she was as well and didn’t feel like fighting, it had been a while since they had seen each other. “Sit,” she practically ordered, pointing to the ground, a comfortable spot underneath one of the waving palm trees. After Raditz had sat down, Peach squeezed in behind him, her legs casually and lazily settling on either side of him. Brush in her hand and a slight purr in her throat she gently began to run it through the Saiyan Lord’s hair. His thick spiky hair would have seemed to be hard to brush, but Peach knew better. Despite how it looked, his hair was soft and easy to brush. She frowned for a moment, comparing his spiky, dark hair to her own smooth, slight purple tinted hair. More proof of the mixed blood that ran through her veins. It was less noticeable then her eye, but bothered her none the less. What she wouldn’t give to be full blooded like Raditz, to not be judged by her eye or hair by other Saiyan Warriors. But she had grown to deal with these handicaps, just like struggling to be a female warrior. She wouldn’t have wanted the easy road anyway, she liked the challenge. Peach lifted an eyebrow staring at Kurnu as he seemed to chuckle at Raditz’s purring. She had seen the weak attempt of the other Saiyan to hiss and bare his teeth as Raditz and Peach had been able to. But Kurnu had failed terribly, much to her humor. She supposed that most upper class Saiyans never had the chance to learn the basic, more animalistic behavior that the lower class seemed to grasp. Peach frowned, yet, maybe it was just something that her a Raditz did, she couldn’t recall any other Saiyans showing such expression or body posture to warn others. She turned her attention back to Raditz’s hair her slim, delicate fingers and the brush running through the dark spikes. She was lucky though, a nice breeze seemed to blow around them, keeping each of their scent at bay. Still, Peach’s finger shook a little, and she kept imagining herself burying her face in Raditz’s hair, inhaling and giggling. She resisted this feeling and was mostly silent as she let herself enjoy grooming Raditz. Soon it seemed to her everything just dropped away and it was just her and him. Her back resting against the rough bark of the palm tree, her finger hyper aware of Raditz’s soft hair, careful as she untangled the knots. There was a certain gentleness to her touch that was a rarity for Peach to ever use. Not that she wasn’t capable of this more female touch, it was just that she never had the reason to use it. Everything snapped back into focus as Raditz spoke of a war. Her grooming slowed slightly as she listened, her thing eyebrows knitting together, with what though, concern. Not that was idiotic, she had nothing to be concerned over, it was not like he was still as war, he was in front of her telling her about it. It must have been because she had missed out on the battles and fights, that seemed correct. “I didn’t know,” she murmured going back to her grooming, her strokes a little rougher as she thought to herself. “I only just managed to put my pod back together,” she then explained one of her hands resting on Raditz’s shoulder, then other continued to brush. “Even so the communication channel is shot due to the humans not having the technology for long distant communications,” she was quiet again, “I would have thought with a war or something of that importance you would have come and told me. I didn’t think you’d be involved so quickly,” or what she really meant to say, ’why did you take me with you then?’ but she kept that to herself. If they had called upon Raditz it must have been some sort of war. She probably would have been too weak or gotten in the way. But wasn’t that always the case, she was always too weak, too slow, too dumb to do anything but scouting missions? Her hormones must have been getting the better of her, Peach squeezed down on the handle of the brush. “Crack!” the handle snapped off the head of the brush. The brush part went flying off, landing somewhere in the forest, leaving Peach feeling awkward as she held the handle in her hand. Her cheeks flushed in anger at her own temper, and maybe a little embarrassed. “Uh, well I’ve been training since you’ve been gone,” she said quickly trying to redeem herself a little and not feel so stupid. “I’m stronger, if you can’t tell,” she let out a low chuckle, shaking her head at herself. “But tell me what happened with the war?” she added quickly trying to draw attention from herself. WC-1322 PWC-3736 TWC- 6499 |
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| Alaric | Sep 25 2010, 10:26 PM Post #8 |
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Raditz couldn't contain his smile. As time had passed, as his emotions had been drawn to the surface through a complex series of thoughts that had passed through his cluttered, insane, forgotten mind, his cat-like behavior had peeked, and his body had begun to change. The Saiyan Lord kept his mouth slightly more closed than he normally would have. His teeth had become fangs. Over time, his sharp teeth had grown sharper and grown slightly, and his dull teeth had begun sharpening. The teeth in front were even beginning to show signs of change, narrowing slightly to form almost knife-like tips. The proud warrior forced himself to hide these strange mutations, formed by his mind after his memories had disappeared. What he had left were fragments of his old life, and instincts that had never existed before, savage emotions and urges, things that seemed to come from the mind of a cat. He could roar, he could purr, he could hiss. And his Saiyan instincts – Raditz could smell the unique scents of those around him. It all came back to Peach. What she activated in his mind, those little emotions that flicked on when she was around, Raditz couldn't help himself but love it. He was happy, and that was an alien feeling to him; even in the Lord of Insanity's past life, he could remember few instances of true happiness. But when Peach was around, he knew what he was feeling nearly instantly. Raditz was almost gleeful. He felt like a child. He no longer wanted his memories – he could make new ones, create a new life for himself with his new mind. Perhaps that was what he'd always wanted. When Peach said, “Yes,” when she agreed with him, he looked out to the ocean once more, and it looked more beautiful than ever, sparkling in the sunlight, every ray bouncing off of the gentle waves at perfect, random angles. Raditz felt like the ocean inside. Huge, expansive, ever-changing. As the female gently ran a hand through his hair, Raditz's purring began to increase, quietly at first, but slowly increasing as she told him to sit. Raditz obliged happily, still purring rather loudly, relaxing in the shade of a palm tree. The land was dotted with them, but Raditz still liked the breeze, the shade, the comfort. Peach lowered herself behind him, tossing her legs to his sides as if she didn't care where they landed. Unlike most humans, Raditz wasn't instantly uncomfortable. He simply enjoyed having his hair brushed and played with, his massive mane of black spikes being one of the few things he cared about, and the only thing that he had nearly killed someone to defend as far as the Saiyan Lord could recall. Only two people had ever been allowed to touch his hair for more than a few seconds in his new life; those people would be Uzti, his personal servant, who groomed his huge mass of dark hair very often, and Peach. That only went to show how caring and protective of his hair Raditz was. The Saiyan Lord couldn't be distracted by Lieutenant Kurnu's badly concealed laughter, nor could it dampen his good mood. Raditz's words flowed freely as he relaxed and enjoyed the small amount of time he got to spend near Peach after so long, and before he knew it he was talking of the war. He paused for a moment, and Peach cut in quietly, a touch of something like regret, perhaps, deeply hidden in her words. “I didn't know.” Raditz opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it and stopped before a word could even be formed. “I only just managed to put my pod back together. Even so, the communication channel is shot due to the humans not having enough technology for long distant communications,” Peach said. Her brushing slowed, and the touch of what Raditz thought could be regret or even a slight sadness entered her voice. “I would have thought with a war or something of that importance you would have come and told me. I didn't think you'd be involved so quickly.” A frown crossed Raditz's face momentarily. “I... I really thought you would know...” he murmured truthfully. Throughout the war, he had thought of her when he had a chance, but he had never even considered that she was unaware. “I'm sorry. I wish I could have told you. The King offered me a chance to gather anyone I liked to come, but I assumed you would have already been called for duty.” Suddenly the brush snapped with a loud cracking sound, and one half went flying off into the small forest surrounding one side of the hill. “I would have told you if I had been given time to find you. I hope you weren't too bored.” “Uh, well...” for the first time, Peach groped for words. After a moment they came. “I've been training since you've been gone. I'm stronger, if you can't tell.” Raditz smiled. He turned his head slightly so he could see Peach's face. “I can tell. You are stronger than most of the soldiers from the war.” “But tell me what happened in the war?” Peach asked, pressing for more details. The Saiyan Lord thought for a moment, deciding to begin with who the Valkyra were and why the United Alliance had been formed. “An ancient, truly terrible race called the Valkyra had come back from another dimension, using some sort of advanced technology. Apparently, they were around at the time of the Lost.” Kurnu nodded as Raditz continued, as if his story needed confirmation. “Well, they wanted to rule the entire universe – everything in their path. The United Alliance was formed to stop them. General Maada, a powerful Saiyan warrior, was appointed to lead the Alliance, and he in turn appointed me as his second-in-command. The Avalonian Protectorate and the Keliouxian Empire joined with us, the Saiyan Empire, in the mighty Alliance, and we agreed to stop the Valkyra at any cost. Well, after assembling our fleets and armies, the war started.” “It all began with Overlord Nappa invading Ris'eneu. The Legion of Syn, an evil cult group set out to conquer the universe for their own purpose, sent former Overlord Seta to do battle with the Overlord. It was quite a gruesome battle, from the stories and reports that I received...” Raditz paused and took a deep breath. He wondered what to say. Did Peach want a detailed account of the war, or simply some basic ideas of what had happened? He could give either, but the Saiyan Lord didn't want to give the wrong one. “Let me ask, do you want to hear the full story, or just a basic overview? I don't want to bore you,” Raditz teased playfully, hoping she actually answered the question hiding behind the humor. --- WC: 1,168 RWC: 3,931 TWC: 7,667 |
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| Sage | Sep 25 2010, 10:28 PM Post #9 |
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Quietly, as Raditz spoke of the war, Peach placed the handle of the brush on the ground. She didn’t continue to mess with his hair, nor did she makes excuses, she was just still. Was Raditz that infatuated with her that he really thought that their king would recall a lone, low powered scout to come fight a war for him? No doubt that Raditz thought highly of her, putting her on a pedestal that was as high as his own. And maybe he thought that she was just as strong as him. But Peach knew better, a warrior, no she was a scout, as weak as she was only called one thing; fodder. She was fully aware that she could have been called to the frontline to act as a meat shield until the more powerful Saiyans appeared. But that would have been a waste in resources for absolutely nothing. The steady purr in her throat was caught there, quickly snubbed out as she sighed, leaning backwards so she could rest her back against the warm bark of the palm tree. For a second her eyes caught Raditz’s, his dark eyes searching into her own mixed breed brown and green. She looked away, turning her head so she could look out at the sea again. She crossed her arms in front of herself, her body language seemed to show that she was closing herself against the words Raditz was saying. “But not strong enough,” she said her eyes still staring out at the crashing sea. “I can’t help but constantly having the feeling that I’m just trying to catch up. It’s a very annoying feeling.” She listened to the details of the war, already knowing that what had happened, had she been there she probably would have been killed. Or worst, she didn’t allow herself the pain of thinking about how irrational Raditz would become if they had to fight together. She would be a distraction, not only that if she was harmed he would probably try to protect her and not follow through with the mission. These were speculations, she wouldn’t ask him. These weren’t the things discussed between Saiyan warriors, such emotions were weak and could never happen on the battlefield. If they ever did Peach’s Saiyan pride would turn into anger that a Saiyan Lord would stoop so low as to protect her. She could protect herself as well, she would never let herself be pulled into the shadow of Raditz. She had worked too hard and wouldn’t want to be accused of gaining power by those she knew or mated with, or if she was the favorite of an insane lord. Some things were worst then death. “No Raditz,” she spoke, she had even used his name, usually she used, ‘hey you, or weakling, or drunkard,’ depending on what state Raditz was in. She was surprised on how easily his name rolled of her tongue, she even liked it a little. She turned her head to look at his thick mane of hair. “You don’t bore me. But war is such a hard thing to talk about unless it was an amazing victory and spoken about in a traditional Saiyan bar. But you are not drinking, not around me,” she said giving him a slight, playful glare to play along with his playful tone. She wasn’t sure if she liked these playful feelings, but Raditz seemed to be in a good, non insane mood, so why ruin it? “You pretty much gave a good overview, you can send me the logs of the war and I can go over them in leisure,” she told him getting to her feet and stretching. It was getting to be late afternoon almost evening, time to get back to Roshi’s before nightfall and the moon appeared. “I’d best be going, it’s the full moon tonight and I should get back to Master Roshi’s. I don’t feel like transforming into Oozaru and having my tail cut off. I’m rather fond of it you know,” she said in a joking manner, preparing to walk away. She had even put her hand up to wave at the two Saiyans, yet as she stepped forward, a rock gave way under her foot. For a second her arms waved around for balance, then she toppled over. Her cheeks flushed, it hadn’t been a hard landing due to falling into Raditz’s lap. She wasn’t embarrassed, no, that wasn’t why her cheeks were red, not because she was clumsy, but because it was hot. “Oh quit your grinning you big monkey,” she scowled pushing away Raditz’s face a little with her hand, but not hard enough to hurt him. “Shesh you act like dragon ball was dropped into your lap,” she added her scowl deepening yet she didn’t struggle to get up. Not this close to him, not with his scent surrounding her again. She turned her head, glaring at Kurnu, daring him to say a word. “Ahem,” rather gracefully she pulled a comb from her pocket holding it out to Raditz. What else could she do to save grace in this awkward situation? This sucked she felt like some pawn in someone’s sick romantic mind. “Er my turn for you to brush my hair then,” she said shrugging a bit, it was all she could do. “so tell me what your main action in the war was?” WC-902 PWC-4638 TWC-8569 |
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| Alaric | Sep 25 2010, 10:34 PM Post #10 |
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Raditz stared into Peach's mismatched eyes for a moment. One brown, one green, something most Saiyans of his rank and status would have scorned as signs of impure blood and worthlessness. An infection of the weak into the strong, the dirty into the clean, the slave into the master. They would have scorned Raditz's own blood, low as it was, until he'd been elevated above such pompous jerks. Perhaps that was one of the reasons that he wasn't that way. Blood was important to the Saiyans, that was obvious, but it had been proven in the past that blood wasn't all that mattered. After a moment Peach broke the contact, and Raditz's eyes followed her gaze out to sea. The female warrior suddenly seemed to close up compared to a few seconds ago. As Raditz spoke for a moment of her strength, Peach reminded them both of her weakness. “I can't help but constantly having the feeling that I'm just trying to catch up. It's a very annoying feeling.” The Saiyan Lord smiled sadly. He wanted to dampen his own power level. Perhaps if he did the feeling would go away. Raditz didn't want her to be sad. He continued talking about the war, trying to chase away Peach's unwanted feeling of weakness, desperately grasping at conversation that would at least change the direction of the conversation. Peach didn't bother insulting him as he asked her a question; instead she responded almost kindly. “No, Raditz, you don't bore me. But war is such a hard thing to talk about, unless it was an amazing victory and spoken about in a traditional Saiyan bar,” Peach said. Raditz raised an eyebrow slightly, letting his smile widen a bit. Peach glared back at him jokingly, adding, “But you are not drinking, not around me.” Raditz's smile fell a fraction of an inch as he thought of his red wine and how Peach had just spilled the last of it. Quality wine was hard to come by, but then again,the Saiyan Lord deemed it a necessary sacrifice for what he considered the 'greater good'. He leaned backwards very slightly. He wondered for a moment why Peach was getting up; had he leaned back too far? “You pretty much gave a good overview, you can send me the logs of the war and I can go over them in leisure. I’d best be going, it’s the full moon tonight and I should get back to Master Roshi's,” she said, answering his question. “I don’t feel like transforming into Oozaru and having my tail cut off. I’m rather fond of it you know.” Peach was still talking in a playful voice, slowly easing up and taking a step away from Raditz. She raised a hand in what he thought was a wave, but tripped. It must have been an attempt to balance. The female Saiyan toppled over, almost as if she had meant to, landing in Raditz's lap. For a moment he blinked in surprise, but then his smile returned, larger than ever. “Oh, quit your grinning, you big monkey!” she said, turning an angry gaze towards Kurnu, who responded by smiling, still trying to imitate his Lord. “Sheesh. You act like a dragon ball was dropped into your lap.” Raditz had been thinking the very same thing, albeit in a more cheerful manner. Peach made a small cough in her throat, somehow obtaining a comb and offering it to Raditz. Her face contorted slightly, as if her thoughts had turned to some sort of thought that was even more awkward. “Er... My turn for you to brush my hair then,” Peach said quietly. Raditz took the comb without hesitation. He'd barely ever even touched his own hair, as far as he could remember, and the Saiyan Lord was looking forward to seeing what it was like to be giving the attention, instead of receiving it. He moved his hand upwards, gently pressed the comb's teeth into Peach's dark hair, and tugged downwards softly. He found it surprisingly easy, and her smooth, straight hair put up little resistance. The warrior found himself calmed by the slow, easy action. He noticed a slight purple tint to Peach's hair. If anything, he liked the effect, rather than the scorn most high ranking Saiyans would feel for such a feature. But then again, Raditz was far different than his fellow warriors when it came to judging those below him, especially Peach. Suddenly the female warrior spoke, interrupting Raditz's thoughts. “So tell me what your main action in the war was?” she half-asked, half-demanded. “Well,” Raditz murmured, still calmed by the combing motion and infatuated with the slight scent of Peach that wafted into his nose despite the breeze. “Most of the time I was simply helping General Maada formulate new strategies, and directing our attacks from afar, but occasionally I did get to fight on the battlefield. The first major offensive I directed from up close was the assault on Rosmorrad. Frieza seemed to have teamed up with the Valkyra, and was fighting hard against me.” He paused, still combing, thinking of how to continue. He decided it was best to skip to the part where he blew the enemy's ground troops to bits. “They had taken up defensive positions, and I was not about to charge them stupidly. So, I called in to Prince Tarble on Iaon – they have huge cannons on that planet.” Raditz took a deeper breath before continuing. “Basically, the beams travel from planet to planet, and in this case they hit Frieza's army head-on, annihilating anyone on the ground. The only survivors were Frieza and his Valkyrian warships.” --- WC: 958 RWC: 4,889 TWC: 9,527 |
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| Sage | Sep 25 2010, 10:48 PM Post #11 |
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The teeth of the comb glided down her scalp, digging slightly into the skin before passing down through her think locks of hair. She didn’t consider herself a tense person, years of training had made her body automatically made her on edge even when she was asleep. But as soon as Raditz placed his hand on her shoulder and began combing her hair all resistance was dropped, her body relaxed, she was mush. She closed her eyes, letting out a small sigh as her arms rested on the point of Raditz’s knees as if he was her own personal arm chair. And for the sake of it all, had she requested it he be an armchair for her, Raditz would have agreed to it and probably with that same goofy look on his face. Which was just how she knew Raditz was when it came to the two of them, he constantly seemed on the edge of his seat, waiting for her to acknowledge him ask for his help or ask for anything. And she seemed just to ignore him, busy with her own life. Peach didn’t consider her actions cruel, she just didn’t need his help, not until she caught up with him power wise. She supposed that Raditz just wanted some confirmation that she knew he was there, but doing that seemed silly to her. Still the attention he was giving her, well her hair, was bliss. A steady, more delicate purr vibrated in her throat, quiet enough that only Raditz could hear it. Who had been the last one to comb her hair, her mother? Possibly, Peach didn’t know, her own upkeep on her hair was the bare minimum, and a monthly cutting to shorten it. If it had been her mother it must have been the days before training, a time she could hardly remember. Her eyes burned slightly, huh, figures that her monthly heat would make her sentimental. The corners of her mouth twitched, her fingers dug a little into Raditz’s knee as she washed her mind of such memories. Raditz’s caught a knot in her hair, breaking Peach away from her memories, and instead of being annoyed she was a tad grateful. The purr in her throat continued as he worked through the knot and went back to combing her hair. How wonderful was it to have someone fussing over her? From a young age her eyes and purple tinted hair had made her be swept to the side. Later in her life, her barely spiked hair, aggressive nature, and obvious mixed heritage made others consider her weak and dirty. She would ruin the Saiyan race, yet she had an example, a Saiyan who had bypassed his bloodline and was now treating her like, well a mate. That fact alone should have made Peach pull away, insult Raditz, then run off. Instead, she was still, enjoying the attention. She grinned a little looking up at him, “What they allowed you to fight in the battlefield?” she teased, knowing that Raditz seemed to be more of a ship fighting type. She listened to his story of the war, having a feeling he was leaving out the more gruesome details, her tail tip flicked once or twice at such a delicate consideration for the details. But that anger was quelled again by the soothing comb through her hair. “So Tarble was there, figures the prick would get some good action,” Peach said rather calmly, peacefully, she didn’t even feel the usual surge of hate for the Saiyan who had once cheated in a spar and grabbed her tail. AS Raditz finished his story, Peach leaned back against him, completely at ease for once. “Sounds like you’ve had more fun then I have. I’ve had to study almost everything about this planet and humans. Granted, I enjoy their television, but having to walk among them…is unpleasant, it’s hard to keep control from blowing up a few cities,” with another sigh she lifted her hand up, and in a rather affectionate gesture her hand cupped the side of Raditz’s neck as she continue to purr. It was getting late, a cool breeze and the drop of temperature made the heat between their bodies tempting, a temptation to Peach’s cat-like tendencies to stay put. His scent once more surrounded her, making her feel rather friendly. Her tail twisted around until it was loosely tangled with Raditz’s. “Any chance you could tell your goon to go away, or at least stop staring,” she murmured quietly. WC-755 PWC-5393 TWC-10282 |
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| Alaric | Sep 25 2010, 11:54 PM Post #12 |
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Raditz grinned as he heard purring from in front of him. He rarely ever thought about it, but few of the Saiyans he'd met had ever been able to make the cat-like noises he did so naturally. In fact, the only two he knew of who could do it was him and Peach, although Kurnu had been constantly trying. Even Raditz's own body was changing to suit the feline features he had gained, although he had never seen any other Saiyans undergo such a transformation. He wasn't a cat, not inside. Had it started on that fateful day when he fought Raditzu in his mind and become a lion? Raditz couldn't remember, now that he thought about it. The comb hit a knot. Raditz resisted the urge to rip downwards and free the knot by brute force; his warrior instincts told him to, as if it were simply an obstacle on the battlefield, but he forced his muscles to stop and go slowly, gradually prying apart the clump of hair. As he finished dealing with the knot and continued combing, Peach suddenly tilted her head slightly to look up at him, and teased, “What, they allowed you to fight in the battlefield?” “Why yes,” Raditz said, smiling slightly. He continued in a joking voice, “I mean, I did have to fill out a mountain of paperwork to prove my skills in battle, but eventually I threw it in the shredder and they let me fight.” After that small comment, Raditz finished his story. Only a moment, a heartbeat, passed, but in that time it seemed like an eternity, giving Raditz too much time to wonder if Peach would ever even respond. However, it did pass, and she did respond, in due time. “So Tarble was there...” she said quietly, almost talking to herself, a hint of anger edging its way into her voice, but quickly disappearing. “Figures the prick would get some good action.” The Saiyan Lord, still combing, didn't hesitate too much in responding. “He didn't seem to be much of a prick to me. His brother was the real prick. Joining our enemies... He's a disgrace to all of our race,” said Raditz, taking a moment to calm himself with the steady combing motion. “But Tarble seemed to take after his father more than his bastard of a brother.” “Sounds like you've had more fun than I have,” replied Peach, leaning backwards as if Raditz were an armchair. He didn't mind in the least – if anything, he enjoyed the weight pressing against his chest as he attempted to comb the sides of her hair, which was all he could now get to. “I’ve had to study almost everything about this planet and humans,” she continued. “Granted, I enjoy their television, but having to walk among them... Is unpleasant. It’s hard to keep control from blowing up a few cities.” Raditz smiled. He knew the feeling as a vague memory in the back of his mind, long forgotten now. Peach sighed and lifted her arm, cupping the side of Raditz's neck before resuming her purring, which was far more delicate and steady than Raditz's own, more rough purring. He felt the warmth of her body, leaning against his as the evening grew colder and darker. Slowly, Peach's tail twisted and wove itself into his, which had simply been lying across the ground until then. Peach lowered her purring after a few seconds to speak softly. “Any chance you could tell your goon to go away, or at least stop staring...?” the female murmured. Raditz was unwilling to break the relatively quiet night by calling out to Kurnu. Not only did it seem wrong, but he feared it would ruin the moment, one of the few times he ever got to spend near Peach. This time she seemed to be acting at least somewhat affectionate, and his instincts told him not to shout. Instead, the Saiyan Lord motioned for his Lieutenant to go away. Kurnu nodded, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth, and walked off down the hill, taking a seat at the bottom, in the shadow of the hill, where he couldn't see Raditz and Raditz couldn't see him. The guard let his gaze wander off into the distance, calmly watching the path for humans or threats that he would have to repel. Meanwhile, Raditz was still sitting in the shade of the palm tree, enjoying Peach's body against his. Her scent wafted into his nose, and suddenly he couldn't resist his own instincts anymore, his own desire. The Saiyan Lord leaned forward, slightly over Peach's shoulder. He had no idea what he was doing, he had never tried anything like it before on anyone, but somehow his instincts knew vaguely what to do. He leaned into her, put his free arm around her, and kissed Peach in the cool evening, on that deserted hill overlooking the sea. He had only a vague idea of what was going on, of what he was trying to do, but the warrior simply continued, feeling a slight pain in his lips where he had come into contact a bit too roughly. WC: 874 RWC: 5,763 TWC: 11,156 |
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