Lunch with the Saiyan no Ouji’s family.
Disclaimer: I don’t own this, Toriyama and Funimation do. This is fan fiction, 
and I own Atomique, Bohr, Fermi, and Jeannie. Black Widow is owned by Bulma the 
Babe. These characters mean no harm to the show. Any references to Paul, Star 
Child or KISS are concepts property of themselves, Dark Horse, and/Marvel for 
their fictional usage.


"Onna! Where the hell is lunch!" called Bejita as he marched into the kitchen. 
He saw the two women sitting there, and a rather embarrassed alchemist sitting 
sheepishly in her chair. 
"Just a damn minute, Princey… I was doing some useless socializing," Buruma 
snapped.
"Atomique," Bejita grunted, with a grudging nod.
"Your Highness," she said, glancing at him warily. Buruma winked at her, and 
pushed her shoulder down into the chair.
"I was about to tell you that I had something brought in, and it's out in the 
dining room," said Buruma quickly. "So if you stop shouting, you can get cleaned 
up and stop making an ass of yourself in front of company…"
"I don't want to be any trouble… I wasn't' expecting to…"
"Shut up and listen to the Onna, you silly wench. You're staying to eat with us, 
and that's final. Don't embarrass the hell out of the Saiyan no Ouji when he's 
offering you free damn food! If you do I'll get exceedingly pissed… so get your 
ass into that dining room with that useless Kakkarot and the brats, and Radditzu 
NOW!" Bejita snorted at her.
"Whatever you say, sir," she shrugged, blinking at Buruma who rolled her eyes. 
"Thanks… I think…"
"Don't mention it, now off with you," Bejita grunted. She got up and walked 
past, seeing a strange look over his face. He had ceased that disdainful look, 
replacing it with an odd grunt of tolerance. Especially when she subconsciously 
put a hand over her neck where the stinging welt was.
Bejita and Buruma started arguing the instant she left. For a moment she stopped 
to turn and see if everything was all right and crept to stand just inside the 
door. A slow smile came over her face when she saw why the arguing had ceased. 
Buruma sat on the kitchen table, as Bejita shoved the plates smashing to the 
floor. Her legs twined around his waist, and their faces were locked in a 
passionate lip hold as his gloved hands gripped her hair and his other tugged at 
her business dress. For her part she was curling fingers in the front of his 
blue training outfit.
"Okay, I think I've seen enough to make me sufficiently aroused for one day," 
she half chuckled, walking quickly into the living room area where several maids 
were tidying up.
She crashed headlong into a solid wall of muscle, and felt someone wrestle her 
from behind. Instantly she reacted by punching and tossing whoever it was, but 
found herself flipping over as the room spun. Flat on her back she crashed, 
landing on something alive and breathing. Her assailant had dragged her around 
the waist and twisted her into a hold she couldn't break. A hand covered her 
eyes while a muscular arm pinned her hands behind her back.
"Guess who, little one?" rumbled a familiar voice.
"You are so DEAD!" she yelped, hearing his laughter in her ear.
"Sorry, not the right name. I suppose I must restrain you till you guess 
correctly," he teased.
"Or else WHAT?" she laughed, as his grip tightening and a furry tail snaked 
round her waist. He repositioned his hands, flipping her over so she was pinned 
on the floor under one leg stretched out straight, while he knelt on his other. 
Both her wrists were snared by one hand, and he began to draw his other all over 
her ribs to tickle her mercilessly.
"Ah, now what will you do?" he laughed.
"Hey, no fair with the damn tail!" she shrieked, laughter mingling with his as 
he assaulted her sides, thighs, and other places he could reach with his tail 
and hand. Twisting her body, she struggled to throw the Saiyan off of her, and 
jerked her wrists.
"Nice try, but I know you can do better than that," he further teased, reducing 
her to near tears as she panted for breath through her laughs.
"You wanted it, you got it, you silly baka," she laughed, her wrists flickering 
with blue chikara. Transmuting the air to plastic, she shot a load of Styrofoam 
confetti into his face, blinding him. This gave her the split second to hyper 
speed away. But he was standing there in front of her, laughing as he snared her 
arms around his waist and lifted her up so she was locked against his chest 
painfully tight. Both her arms were pinioned at her waist by his strong biceps, 
while his tail flickered back and forth around his ankles.
"Who's the baka now?" he teased. "And I mean it in the NICEST possible way…"
"You're crazy you know," she panted, feeling the smile spreading on her face as 
he rubbed her back lightly.
"Crazy because I mated a human as irresistible as you," he snickered, 
transferring her to one hand as he slid his other up to caress her cheek. 
Swallowing hard she knew what he wanted when he closed his eyes and angled his 
face to the side.
"Something wrong?" he asked, hesitating. “I missed you when you had your 
audience with the Royal Princess… is all well?”
"No… nothing you should worry about," she said quickly, squirming. "I just can't 
touch you when you've got my hands right there and I want to…"
"Sorry love, I forgot," he laughed, releasing her arms so she could move them 
more freely. Sliding them up and around his neck she accepted the kiss, seeing 
his eyes again close and his face moving towards hers inextricably. Squeezing 
her eyes shut she told the other part of her to shut up and just accept what was 
happening. A very handsome and sexy man was giving her a kiss, and she was 
worried about what his comrades and her friends thought. How silly could she be, 
she reprimanded herself. Conjuring up images of the Prince and his lady, she 
pushed those to the forefront to get over her reservations about possible 
rejection by his friends who might object to this change of events.
Certainly the way, in which his face moved to the other side, claiming her mouth 
with his soft lips showed he didn't worry about such things. Sliding her fingers 
over his scalp, she allowed him to part her lips and taste her in that way that 
made her knees turn to water. Sometimes she had often wondered when Paul made 
love to her, if she was up to his standards. Always she felt like her kisses 
were awkward and childish in comparison to his steady experienced hand. While 
she knew he enjoyed making love, he always showed her what to do in terms of 
what a man and woman did in the bedroom.
In contrast, being with Radditzu involved feeling and instinct instead of 
cultured notions of romance. Although he was the dominant partner, he didn't 
insist on showing her what to do, instead he just did what felt natural. She did 
not feel the least bit insecure with him, only concern for his well being 
emotionally because his motives were straightforward. The only competition was 
who could give the other the most pleasure. Strong fingers tightened almost 
bruising her hips as he lowered her to the floor, and knelt with her before him. 
Tasting her sweet lips and tongue with his own, he gave a gentle nip to her 
bottom lip, and repositioned her so she straddled one bent knee.
"Nervous?" he whispered, releasing her from the satisfying kiss. "You shouldn't 
be? I don't sense anyone walking in… or are you having second thoughts?"
"I don't want to embarrass you or your friends…" she whispered.
"Surely you jest. What I do with my mate is my business alone… are you concerned 
about what Nappa might say, or are you concerned about the Prince being 
offended?" he asked.
"Yes…" she whispered, shivering in his arms.
"As for Nappa, he doesn't need to know our personal business. It's unseemly for 
comrades at arms to discuss private mating bonds on duty. And as for the Prince, 
he knows about our bond. As long as we are discrete, he'd be pleased to see that 
his warriors are taking pains to proliferate the Saiyan race," said Radditzu 
with a grin.
"Thank Kami for small favors," she sighed. A hot flush of fondness flashed over 
her body at the thought of such open admissions. Hadn't he said he would 
consider her twins as his sons?
"Is that all that troubled you?" he panted, lowering his voice as he pressed her 
down to the floor. “I meant what I said concerning your brats. When a Saiyan 
mates with one whose mate has been widowed or lost, he assumes all 
responsibilities for the female and her existing brood. Since there was a 
shortage of females on Vegetasei…”
“That was it,” she nodded, releasing her breath she had been holding that 
moment. Throwing one leg over her, he supported her head with one hand, and 
reached down to renew his gentle sweet kiss. Panting and gasping his heart rate 
increased, and she cried out in sudden delight as his hands rubbed her chest 
through her jacket. He began to fumble with the fastenings of the blue Chinese 
silk jacket as he arched over her.
"I can help…" she whispered. Since she had come to live at Son Goku's place, she 
had continued to wear the robes he'd given her which had belonged to his 
grandmother. She did not feel comfortable asking for any other garments, because 
she felt she already owed them so much. Also she refused any acts of charity 
from anyone else; preferring to take what was offered out of gratitude from her 
host instead of the offers of rich garments from the Sayan no Ouji's mate.
"And spoil… my amusement, I think not, little one," he panted, his eyes dark 
with desire. Yet there was a bit of innocence present, that this was all new to 
him. This side was just as much part of him as the fierce warrior and purger of 
worlds. Still it was a game to him, something amusing and innocently fun, 
instead of a dominating competition to charm and seduce her. As she reached up 
to massage the muscles on his bare legs he groaned, digging his fingers in and 
tearing the shirt from her arms.
"Sorry… can't help it…" he mumbled, burying his face in her neck.
"No its okay… don't let that stop you… if you want this… because… I…" she 
gasped. Resting a hand before his cheek she gave him a kiss of her own. His 
murmur of delight swept through her, relaxing her body in his massive arms. For 
a few minutes they exchanged deep kisses, sensing each other's flavor.
"Good," he whispered, giving her a small mischievous look of pleasure that she 
was finally letting herself enjoy being with him like this. She panted, 
panicking at the though of someone walking in on them. She would die of 
embarrassment for sure. In fact he was all ready for her, and she was aching for 
completion. Her bone structure flared as she pushed her alchemy into it to 
increase their density to his surprise.
“Tomique-chan,” he purred, and then followed up with a string of words in harsh 
guttural Saiyanese. Energies balanced as he opened his chakras and let his ki 
move between them. It was like being caught in a tsunami from which there was no 
escape, so she held on for dear life and sobbed as her senses overloaded. Purple 
chikara swirled against his white, and then merged into a uniform gold ki that 
haloed them both.
Simultaneously she felt his thoughts swirling into hers, and she let down the 
wall she had put up to allow him to enter. He did so tenaciously at first, and 
then allowed her the same privilege. Because of her experience with telepathy 
with Star Child, she knew how to forge the link without losing herself. 
Fortunately the Saiyan warrior Radditzu made it a more equivalent exchange, 
sharing what he wanted to without shoving flirtatiously at forbidden areas. Base 
desires of hunger and a need to please were refreshing compared to Star Child's 
hot sexy fantasies and thoughts of blaring music and a thousand other things 
meant to excite. Being with a powerful telepath grew frightening at times, 
because although she had her own empathic abilities to block she could not 
transmit.
In contrast, the Saiya-jin bond was a two way street. Because Radditzu was 
primarily a warrior, and she a scientist instead of a full blown psychic, the 
playing field was leveled. His heart slowed and he released his grip ever so 
slightly. Kissing her hungrily one last time he whispered, "You please me well, 
my little one. That was incredible…"
"You're telling ME that?" she choked with surprise.
"I would not say it if it weren't true," he purred into her neck. Although they 
wished to do far more, something made Atomique hesitate to go beyond the 
pleasurable ki exchange because she heard someone nearby.
Their moment was interrupted when they heard Bejita's voice bellowing in their 
minds, Radditzu, stop messing around and get your ass in here before I send your 
brother to get you!
"Crap," she gasped, letting go of Radditzu. “I heard him in my mind… how…”
“Because you've joined with me, you share my ability to hear my prince's 
thoughts as I do. You're hearing him indirectly from what he's saying to my 
mind… and I've opened the path for you to hear as well. It shows that he 
approves of our bond," her lover said, drawing his tongue around her lips.
"By the way, what was in that bag that Goku gave you? It contained more than 
just my son's things..." she asked, to change the subject a bit because she felt 
awkward, and sensed Radditzu's own trepidation at the newness of their emotional 
intimacy. He was not accustomed to talking about feelings and soft things 
dealing with relationships, not even with his own mate.
“Yes apparently he thinks that I should take to wearing them instead of working 
out in my armor. I accepted them to be… nice…” he grunted, making a face at the 
word.
“You don't do nice… just like the Prince, right?” she teased him.
“No, I don't… unless I have a proper incentive…” he purred in her ear. For a 
moment he leaned down to kiss her once more before they heard a snort from the 
other room as she retrieved her china flats and socks. Fortunately the silk 
Chinese jacket she'd worn wasn't too badly damaged, and Radditzu gasped in 
surprise to see her holding the pieces together and using alchemy to secure the 
torn threads.
"Guess we'd better do as he says, or else… I mean he IS your prince, right?" she 
whispered, feeling his hand grip hers and give it a squeeze.
"You are wise to remember that, life mate," chuckled her 'assailant' as he 
walked her into the dining room with the others. He intertwined his massive 
fingers with hers, carefully wrapping his tail around his waist once more.


She picked the Styrofoam confetti out of his black bushy mess of hair after he 
sat down next to her. They were facing two empty chairs, while serving bots and 
humans started piling food along the sideboards and in mammoth sized portions 
that belied their hosts' appetite. 
"He's trying to torture me… if I know him he's going to insist I wait till they 
show up," Goku groaned, flopping into his chair. "Hi Radditzu!"
"Brother, you have joined us here. Was your journey fruitful? Did Gohan's mate 
give you any problems? Will I have to join you in… convincing him… the validity 
of the claim?"
"Oh no, don't worry it went well," Son Goku said, sitting up straight. "Here, 
sit down. Bejita's just getting the stuff ready… I mean he's having the cook or 
whoever…"
"Last time I saw them, they were occupied…" she laughed. Radditzu pulled the 
chair out for her, and then pushed it back in when she was seated. He took the 
place next to her, between his brother and his new mate. Shyly she was not able 
to quite look at him as his tail slid over her thigh under the table. It stopped 
in a safe spot on her knee, resting there to snare her hand and interlace his 
fingers with hers.
In only a minute or so their host and hostess emerged. With a gloved hand the 
Prince wiped off the lipstick while his mate straightened her hair that had come 
loose. Both of them looked oddly at the other couple, and Buruma gave Bejita a 
swift kick to his shin before he could open his mouth and say something rude.
"I see you've been… finding ways to amuse yourself, Radditzu. Do not be worried, 
it pleases me that you have found yourself a mate…" said Bejita. "But do use 
more discretion…"
"Um… well, you've got a nice new carpet," Son Goku said as cheerfully as 
possible. "Love the nap… and whatever that is that you've got cooking smells 
incredibly good…"
"Brother mind your manners in the presence of the prince!" Radditzu barked.
Bejita held up his hand and shook his head no. "As always you think with your 
stomach. There's no changing your idiocy is there?"
"My apologies Sire," said Radditzu.
"You're not responsible for your brother's stupidity. Just make sure you don't 
take after him," said Bejita.
"If you want a change of clothes, you should have asked me, silly…" Buruma 
whispered as she pulled out a chair and showed them where to sit. Both males 
glanced at each other with a serious look that denoted understanding. Neither 
would mention to the other they well knew what had transpired. The moment passed 
when Son Goku gave him one of those irritating smiles that annoyed the hell out 
of the Saiyan no Ouji.
"Well, if we're finished with the frivolity, can we kindly eat?" Bejita snorted.
"You're not kidding Bejita… I'm gonna die if I don't…" Goku said. Radditzu 
grumbled at his brother's lack of decorum, but Bejita had a rather amused smirk 
seeing the two Saiyans sitting not far from each other. Truly they were 
different as night and day.
"Settle down boys, I won't have you stuffing your faces till everyone's here 
okay?" Buruma sighed. "But we can have an appetizer I suppose… so if you'll all 
get comfortable…"
"Or more comfortable," Atomique couldn't resist mumbling and she heard the 
mental chuckle that slid in from the man next to her. Both had very satisfied 
grins on their faces till Trunks and Goten came sloughing in.
"Grammy's here!" Trunks laughed. "Oh, hey Radditzu… I guess you talked to my dad 
huh?"
"Indeed I did, your highness," said Radditzu, inclining his head to Trunks. 
Buruma rolled her eyes and shot Bejita a glare.
"Some of us remember that I am Royalty. I'm not about to change THAT for your 
idiotic lax social structure," Bejita snapped at her.
"Radditzu, relax, you can stop bowing and scraping," she sighed.
"Forgive me, your Highness, it is not in my nature to claim familiarity with the 
Royal family," Radditzu said, averting his eyes.
"You are permitted for this time to refrain from the usual pleasantries, but 
only for the duration of this meal," Bejita harrumphed. "But this won't be a 
habit."
"As you wish, Sire," said Radditzu, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. He 
seemed oddly out of place in that blasted armor, and Buruma was turning red with 
embarrassment. She thanked Kami that Nappa wasn't here as well, because he was 
an utter boor and animal at the table. Fortunately he was elsewhere with Black 
Widow on training exercises.
"You didn't say your mother was coming home early! What the hell happened?" 
Bejita growled, tugging Buruma over to the table. Trunks and Goten climbed into 
two of the eight empty chairs, and glanced conspiratorially at one another.
"Jeez, I thought you liked it when your parents were home," Son Goku muttered 
before he shut up with Buruma's acid glare.
"I hope he remembered to bring some more of those way cool inventions from the 
Imperial states," Trunks said, settling into a chair next to his mother. Bejita 
sat at the head of the table, with Buruma to his left and Son Goku to his right 
oddly enough. Beside him in the middle sat Radditzu, with his mate next to him. 
Goten climbed into a seat opposite trunks next to her. Two other chairs, at the 
foot, and the immediate left must be for the senior Briefs.
"I've placed the children down for a nap," said Buruma. "They're in the 
nursery…"
"Thank you," said Atomique, relaxing.
"Not a problem," said Buruma. "Now… Bejita I know this is royal protocol, but it 
wouldn't HURT for your warriors to try and fit IN a bit better…"
"Woman, you try my patience," Bejita mumbled. "Fine. But they're still my 
warriors. And as such they will have the proper equivalent attire…"
For his part, Radditzu waited to see what the Prince would do. As a warrior he 
did not touch the food on his plate till the Prince did. Yet Goten glanced at 
her oddly, and she felt the weight of his eyes on her.
"Uncle Radditzu, what was that stuff on your lips?" Goten asked, blinking at 
him. "Did you kiss someone?"
"Mmm," he nodded.
"It's an adult thing. Don't worry about it okay?" Goku whispered, holding his 
finger over his lips as Radditzu growled under his breath.
"What your dad means is that now he has an excuse to spend a lot of time with 
Tomique-sama because they're married," Buruma quickly said, glaring at Son Goku 
with a look of frustration. Atomique wished for a second the floor would swallow 
her, but Goten appeared clueless. Trunks however smirked exactly like his father 
sitting down at the end of the table. Radditzu's tail tightened over her thigh 
and he folded his arms across his chest with a self-satisfied smirk.
"Married? When?" Goten asked.
"You know baka. Like my mom and dad were. The Saiyan way to get married..." 
Trunks chuckled.
"Young man, watch your mouth," Buruma scolded him.
"He should know our ways. Don't discourage him," said Bejita annoyed.
"Wow, you mean... you and Uncle Radditzu are... married?" asked Goten. "I 
thought so."
"Mates," said Trunks, rolling his eyes. "That's the Saiyan word. Marriage is 
something humans do. Mom and Dad mated before they got married..."
"This is confusing as heck," Goten mumbled.
"Bejita, you and I have to have a CHAT about what to tell..." Buruma glared at 
her husband.
"I see NO reason not to share the appropriate culture with our son. He is the 
next Prince," Bejita snapped at her. "And Kakkarot's brats need to know their 
Saiyan heritage! I won't stop my son from correcting him..."
"LATER!" Buruma snapped. Son Goku saw the tension, and quickly thought of a 
reason to abate it. Atomique shivered at the angry glares traded between the 
Prince and his wife, but felt Radditzu's hand close overtop hers.
"You need not explain yourself to anyone. He's right," said Radditzu.
"It's not US I’m worried about," she mumbled.
"It's customary for Saiyans to share verbal sparring, as you have observed from 
first hand experience," he whispered.
"Yeah, thanks for telling me you big baboon," she said, winking.
"Fool ningen, you were obviously LOST without MY help," he snorted back. His 
eyes gleamed with pleasure at this ready acceptance of his culture.
"Mmm, well considering you said you wanted to TRY me... after you picked me up 
and all but dragged me off by my hair," she said, elbowing him in the ribs.
"That custom is not Saiyan, but ningen, however it seems appropriate... were 
your hair not so weak and fragile," Radditzu answered.
"Um… I hate to ask this but…" Son Goku mumbled, holding his stomach. Bejita shot 
his mate an equally annoyed glance.
"Okay, you can start, but it's a multi course meal, and don't make a mess, or 
I'm going to have a stroke…" Buruma relented.
"Just keep your damn food on your side of the table, if you please, Kakkarot. 
Did you program the bots for a rapid cleanup, onna?"
"Bejita, be nice!" she glared at him. Ravenously Son Goku began to tear into the 
mixing bowl sized salad placed before him with the offered chopsticks. Bejita 
did the same with his own portion, after pausing to unfold a napkin on his lap 
first. Radditzu mimicked the prince, but took the offered chopsticks rather 
awkwardly, glancing at Atomique.
"Here, it's not that bad," she said, positioning them in his hand. Grunting, he 
grabbed the bowl and proceeded to watch his brother for guidance. Soon both sons 
of Bardock were shoveling food in their mouth in the same manner.
"I don't think I ever get used to this," she shook her head, glancing at Bulma 
who was picking at her portion demurely. Trunks and Bejita rapidly packed away 
their repast with western style cutlery while the three members of the Son 
family present rapidly inhaled theirs by lifting the bowl and shoveling away 
with chopsticks.
"Baboon?" Radditzu glanced at her.
"I would say ape, but Baboons have tails, whereas Chikyuujin apes don't..." said 
Atomique.
"Appropriate," he nodded.
By the time the soup was brought out, Dr. and Mrs. Briefs had meandered in, 
causing Bejita to cringe and hide his face behind a glass of wine he'd raised to 
sip. He glared at Buruma with annoyance, and winced as Mrs. Briefs leaned over 
to kiss him and flirt with him. Trunks endured his grandfather ruffling the 
lavender hair cut in the exact same style. Blue eyes the same shade as Buruma's 
lit up when he pocketed the small wrapped box the scientist pulled out and set 
by his plate.
"Thanks Gramps, you're the best!" grinned Trunks.
"It's the latest… I think you'll find it easy to access any mainframe and 
download any game should you be in a place where…" Dr. Briefs said.
"Dad, sit down and eat will you?" Buruma groaned.
"How's my little inventor, and ah, we have company!" Dr. Briefs said, walking 
over to shake hands with Atomique and Son Goku.
"Hey there! Nice to see you!" Goku said through a mouthful of salad. He 
fortunately swallowed first as he inclined his head. Various greetings were 
exchanged and conversations echoed across the table.
"Hello there young man, I understand you're Goku's older brother?"
"Yep this is Radditzu, he's kinda new in town, and he's staying with me," said 
Goku.
"It is an honor to meet you sir," said Radditzu, bowing his head. "You appear to 
know my mate…"
"Mate?" Dr. Briefs blinked; glancing from the shaggy longhaired Saiyan to the 
demure scientist dressed in a silk Chinese smock.
"Yes," said Atomique, sliding her arm through the warrior's massive one. "We 
just… um… well…"
"Lucky young man," Dr. Briefs shrugged. "Well, I hope your stay here is 
pleasant… Mr. Radditzu…"
"The pleasure is mine," he nodded. Dr. Briefs resumed his conversation with his 
daughter.
Mrs. Briefs bored Bejita to death with questions. Goten and Trunks conversed at 
a rapid fire rate about the newest cheat codes Trunks was downloading on his 
wristwatch PDA. Son Goku inhaled the lobster bisque soup with a Chinese style 
ladle. Atomique and Buruma discussed their latest research with her father. Once 
in a while Radditzu chimed in with his own two cents, revealing a wealth of 
scientific knowledge that stunned them both.
“My father was a scientist,” Radditzu said proudly, sipping another draught of 
ale.
“Ah, that's most remarkable… I assumed you Saiyans were all… warriors…”
“Naturally we had our skills in addition to fighting,” Radditzu said.
“I guess you got the brains then?” Dr. Briefs whispered. “No offense, but 
Buruma's friend wasn't always the sharpest pencil in the box…”
“I take it that means he was the family baka?” asked Radditzu with an amused 
snort.
“In a nice way,” said Atomique.
“He does compensate in other ways,” said Radditzu reverently, swirling his beer 
in its tankard. “The least of which is his prowess with caring for brats in the 
absence of a mate. And being the catalyst which brought me the mate I desired…”
“So you're saying he introduced you two? That sly dog,” grinned Dr. Briefs, 
patting her hand. She groaned, seeing Goku's eyes dart momentarily towards them 
with a look of confusion.
“You could say that,” she said quickly.
Radditzu again smirked in satisfaction, but she allowed him a small measure 
because she was enjoying herself so much. All in all it seemed perfectly normal, 
to the alchemist. Perfectly comfortable and less awkward considering the change 
in status that had happened. He leaned down and whispered to her, "By the way, 
there are more customs involved in mating you must be aware of..."
"Such as?"
"The Prince must approve formally of our bond. In a ceremony in a few days. 
You'll have to display your fighting skills... before him... with me as your 
sparring partner," Radditzu said.
"Trial or something?" she asked.
"Indeed. After we finish eating and retire, I'll tell you everything that is 
expected of you. If you didn't have the requisite ki that put you on the same 
battle power as a Saiyan female this would not even be an issue. Yet since you 
are, your powers must be channeled and appropriately trained..." Radditzu said.
"Um... not to be annoying, but Son kun..."
"He's not your mate. I am. And it's MY responsibility to protect you now. Don't 
forget that..."
"How can I with you bitching at me," she shot back.


Midway through roast Peking duck, she flinched when she felt a furry object 
slide around and give her ankle a squeeze. Although Goku was digging into the 
second plate of Moo Shoo pork and General Tsao's chicken; she saw the glint in 
his eyes as he momentarily glanced at her. 
Radditzu growled, and Son Goku returned his attention to his food. She shivered 
when she felt the tail flicker higher. Suppressing a yelp, she felt her flesh 
turning a shade of pink. He shot her a mischievous glare. At the table he'd 
taken off the scouter, and his features were more pleasant without them. A deep 
purring in his throat seemed to strike a chord in her, and she gently slid her 
finger over the fur on his tail. Sidelong he glanced at her with a hungry look 
in those eyes, and she melted inside. Damn why did he have to be such a warrior, 
she lamented. Those hands that made love to her had killed as much as Bejita 
had. Yet she knew he wanted only to fight for her. Fighting was all Radditzu 
knew, and yet she had selected him over the gentle Son Goku. Had she made the 
right choice out of a sense of honor, or was it truly something to her 
advantage?
"So, I hear you were offered a position at the University?" Dr. Briefs asked 
Atomique.
"Yes? Well, it's only part time… and it's to keep my hand in… I do most of my 
lab work on the odd chance that I'm here… when I'm not training…"
"You're into martial arts yourself then, like Bulma's little Z fighter friends?" 
Dr. Briefs joked.
"Oh, she's picking it up great… though she has to work on her hyper speed and ki 
blocking," Goku said eagerly through another huge mouthful.
"That's so nice, isn't it dear?" Mrs. Briefs tittered. Bejita sighed in relief 
at the attention being drawn away from him at long last. Buruma snickered, 
hiding her face behind one hand at the family dynamics all too familiar to her.
"I am trained in martial arts as well. She will be sufficiently safe under my 
protection," Radditzu said as he drew himself up in his chair proudly.
"I'm sure nobody would mess with a big strong hunk like you," Bunny sighed. "My 
stars he's a catch. You're one lucky woman!"
"She is indeed, milady," Radditzu said as he grabbed the leg of roast duck and 
tore it off the carcass. With sharp teeth he tore into it, almost ready to toss 
the bone on the floor when he noticed that wasn't what the prince was doing. 
Mumbling he tossed it onto his plate instead.
"Did you hear that Gohan and Videl might get married soon?" asked Buruma with a 
smile.
"That's right! They just told us this morning. Isn't it GREAT?" Goku asked.
"About time that brat of yours got busy repopulating the Saiyan race," Bejita 
commented. "Of course there is no pressure on US of course…"
"Don't get him started, will you, he's only 10!" Buruma said, giving Bejita a 
kick under the table. "Although he IS going to be a heartbreaker when he grows 
up…"
"Mom, knock it off! You're embarrassing me!" Trunks snorted.
"Girls are gross!" Goten rolled his eyes. "Unless they know how to use cheat 
codes… like Videl does… she's okay I guess…"
"Kids, they grow up SO fast," Mrs. Briefs sighed wistfully. "Speaking of, how 
are YOUR little men doing, Tomique dear?"
"Um me?" the alchemist pointed to herself. "Well, they're fitting in pretty 
well. Aren't they, Son-kun?"
"No problems there. But I dunno if we're gonna home school 'em or what…" said 
Son Goku.
"They should have a proper education, Brother, for they must be strong and 
educated warriors," said Radditzu. "Fighting is done with the mind as much as 
the body…"
"I say the same thing. Jeez, I really do think we're related," said Goku with a 
goofy grin.
"Of course, whatever you say, Brother," Radditzu said with a smirk that 
designated tolerance for the family idiot.
"Well they DON'T have to be martial artists," said Buruma.
"They will be what they wish," said Atomique. Radditzu nodded, devouring a whole 
baked apple whole before scarfing down a full mug of Ikaru. Between him and 
Goku, they had piled at least fifty plates alone. Bejita demurely shoved food 
down the hatch with a fork and knife, while Trunks and Goten polished off the 
takeout pizzas, at least ten.
"You could do the home schooling thing. Gohan did… and Goten is too," said 
Buruma.
"Well it wouldn't hurt for them to get to know some other kids… but Gohan says 
the commute's a killer…" said Son Gohan.
"I won't have them risking exposure in useless transport," said Radditzu 
annoyed, throwing down his bare bones, into the empty plate before him. He wiped 
his hands on the napkin, narrowing forgetting not to use the tablecloth.
"Relax, it won't be THAT bad. Do they have to go to Satan City?" asked Atomique.
"Well no, but that's where Gohan was registered. I guess they could go to the 
one down in the village…" Son Goku shrugged.
"Why settle for provincial schools when Buruma can provide a much more superior 
education with her remote learning?" Bejita scoffed. "It didn't hurt for 
Trunks…"
"Still, they need to socialize, with other kids," said Atomique. Buruma nodded. 
She picked up the chopsticks to her left instead of the fork, automatically 
using them to maneuver her meal that she'd cut up into bite sized pieces. Buruma 
cast her a questioning glance, then realized something.
"Used to chopsticks?" she asked.
"Couldn't stand them at first, but they use 'em on the Alchemist world," said 
Atomique. "Once you get used to one way… it's hard to go back…"
"You are permitted to use your hands, little one," Radditzu shrugged. "The 
Prince is well aware that warriors like to touch their prey when they ingest it… 
the blood is exquisite when it first drips off the…"
"Eww!" Buruma squealed. Bejita snickered, and Radditzu shut up, averting his 
gaze.
"Forgive me… I didn't mean to insult the Royal Princess," he mumbled.
"You're forgiven, because it was most entertaining," Bejita laughed.
“Oh for crying out loud, Bejita!” Buruma shot him an annoyed look, and then 
smiled sweetly at a mortified Radditzu. Mumbling under his breath he grabbed a 
piece of meat and held it up to Atomique's lips. Surprised, she let him feed 
her, noticing the smolder in his gaze when her tongue inadvertently brushed past 
his fingers. Reaching for a bit of food, she fed him. For the next few minutes 
she was enjoying herself in this simple game before someone said something.
"What?" Radditzu grunted, glaring at his brother indignantly.
"Oh, just wondering if you dropped your chopsticks," Son Goku said.
"Mind your business, Brother," Radditzu snarled at him.
"Sorry!" Son Goku muttered, as Buruma and Atomique both glared at him. Radditzu 
grunted and returned to feeding his mate.
"Ouch," whispered Atomique.
"Pay no mind. It is not our affair," he said quietly, giving her a warning 
glace.
"What is THAT look for?" she asked.
"Merely that you'll have to learn many other things in the course of this... 
mating," he said seriously.
"Don't forget I agreed to this... and it takes TWO to make a mating bond, 
right?" she asked annoyed.
"Indeed, but the female defers to the male," he said quietly. "You'd do well not 
to forget it. Remember and I'll treat you well..."
"You're not going to bully me into obeying you like some... some... asshole, 
buddy," she said with a grumble.
"That is NOT what I said! I mean that you must defer to my authority so that I 
can perform my duties as your mate!" he snorted.
"Okay, I'm trying to be CALM here..." she inhaled.
"Tomique-chan, if I didn't desire you we wouldn't even be having this 
discussion!" Radditzu growled.
"I know. But it will take some getting USED to!"
"Which is WHY I'm trying my utmost to be... patient... which is NOT a Saiyan 
trait..." he grumbled.
"Okay... okay... you win," she said. "What all do I need to know, other than 
this royal acceptance? Am I going to have to swear allegiance to your Prince?"
"Yes," he nodded. "As my mate you must."
"Goku's wife didn't..."
"He has not fully accepted culture, and that is an affront that I hope to 
rectify. But you are aware of your decision, and as such..."
"Anything ELSE? I mean if that's the case..."
"You must share quarters with me here..." Radditzu continued, seeing the 
displeasure in her eyes.
"Why can't we remain at your brother's? Who's going to watch my sons when I'm 
training with you?"
"Kakkarot will... won't you brother?"
"What was that? You guys need a babysitter?" Son Goku asked, blinking at them. 
"Sure thing. But I don't think you should be arguing in front of everyone 
else... I mean..."
"I agree..." Radditzu said. "But it's expected that you'll reside with me 
when..."
Son Goku glanced mournfully at both of them, which irritated the Saiyan no Ouji 
to no end. Grumbling he grabbed his mate's sleeve and whispered into her ear.
She nodded and clapped her hands. “I've got an announcement...”
“Yes?” asked everyone.
“Chichi said she was coming for a visit, and she would like to see all of us at 
a little soirée I'm holding…”
“Chichi… is coming here?” Goku choked.
“That's right, are you deaf, Kakkarot?” Bejita snorted.
“Do try to keep up brother. It seems your mate has decided to return…” Radditzu 
said.
“That's quite enough; I'm making the announcements here!” Buruma said sharply. 
HE averted his eyes and inclined his head, muttering an apology.
“Chichi… is coming here…” Son Goku muttered. His chair leaned back and he 
promptly crashed to the floor, out cold.
“Daddy! Are you okay?” Goten cried, getting out of his seat and rushing over to 
his father's chair. Both legs were the only thing showing to the others around.
“Kuso,” Radditzu groaned, hiding his head in his hand. “I apologize profusely 
for my brother's…”
“Never mind I think that's what I thought would happen. Radditzu, would you mind 
helping your brother to a spare room… Goten, I think your daddy needs help… so 
go with your Uncle…”
“Right,” nodded Goten, grabbing one side of the chair while Radditzu took the 
other. They boosted it upright, and then Radditzu lifted his unconscious brother 
in his arms. He levitated him carefully out of the room and up the stairs with 
Goten behind him.
“I think this will be quite entertaining,” said Bejita, rubbing his hands 
together.
“Ugh, men,” grumbled Buruma, glancing at her husband in irritation. “C'mon 
Atomique-san, let's go chat Princess to subject and I'll tell you a few things 
about Saiyan culture so you can get your mate off your back."
“Um... right…” she nodded.
“Mate?” asked Mrs. Briefs.
“Yeah mom, Radditzu's going out with that lady,” said Trunks. “And I mean it in 
the adult way.”
“You're too young for that young man!” Dr. Briefs groaned.
“I'm quite pleased when my children know the facts of life,” said Bejita. “I 
won't have your puerile puritan sense of false decency making him ashamed of his 
drive to mate. Understood?”
“Um… but…”
“Dad, back off!” Buruma snapped at him. “C'mon, some people don't' know when to 
shut up…”