Pairings: Turles/Radditsu/Saida
Warnings: Violent sex again…must be on a roll or something /snickers/
Disclaimers: Do not own, so please do not sue.

Winds of Change
CHAPTER FOUR:

The sun was merciless on the backs of the grunting wa’zuai . Bodies slicked with sweat, rocked back and forth in their training routines, all under the watchful eyes of General Nappa and Lieutenant Gradun. Ahi , the two men could barely stand each other but there was one thing that they did agree on and that was on the total and complete readiness of their elite fighters in the upcoming attack on Freiza.

“Although I hate to say this, you have done a fine job with the fighters.” Gradun said calmly.

Nappa’s reply was only a curt nod. Picking up the glass of wine next to him, he gulped it down heartily and belched, smirking inwardly at the cringe of disgust from his companion. It was so easy to irritate Gradun and he enjoyed nothing more than to milk that knowledge for all he was worth.

“Ha’j  Vegeta should be pleased with the results.”

Nappa leaned forward on his chair and curled up his lips in a sneer. “Of course he should be. I am only the greatest general that has ever been in the service of his majesty.”

Gradun dug his fingers into his palm in annoyance. He hated this part of his job. Spending this glorious afternoon in the company of this big ox was not exactly on his list of things to do…but whatever the king wanted, the king had to have it done. Smiling wanly at Nappa, he turned his attention back to the training fighters below them. They were presently seated within the higher balconies that surrounded the large courtyards and from their vantage point; every thing could be seen quite clearly.

“Whatever happened to that Ba’an  warrior that was brought here?” Gradun asked suddenly, watching with growing curiosity at the strange choked reaction from the flummoxed-looking general.

“What…what warrior?” Nappa asked, trying to compose his thoughts.

Gradun pursed his lips and placed a thoughtful frown on his face. “I can’t quite remember his name now. Hmm…I think it was Radu…no…Rade…no…not Rade, he was an idiot…”

Nappa tried not to show his nervousness. To be honest, he couldn’t quite figure out what had happened to the wa’zua  as well. The last meeting he had had with the young fighter had been a few days before their scheduled attacks on Tarun and after that…nothing. It seemed like he had vanished into thin air.

“RADDITSU!”

Nappa choked into the cup he had raised to his lips again and snarled as he watched the red liquid drip unto his armor. Raising his face to glare at Gradun, he stopped short as he noticed the smug look on his face. “What are you looking at?” he asked gruffly.

“Nothing much.” Gradun replied with a sneer. “His name is Radditsu and he is the son of that rebel troublemaker Bardock. Ahi , I remember him now.”

“Oh.”

“So where is he? I am sure that the Ha’j  would like to have a word with him.”

Nappa felt his face become hot and clearing his throat, he replied in as careless a tone as possible. “Since when did I become accountable for every single wa’zua  that makes his presence here?”

“Oh?” Gradun asked, his eyebrows raised in skepticism. “I would have thought that as the general of several elite warriors, especially one chosen by the Ha’j  himself, would not have escaped your ever so watchful eyes.”

“What is your point, Gradun?” Nappa growled.

A satisfied look flashed across the lieutenant’s face. “My point Nappa is this. I am well aware of how much you have tried to seek favor in the eyes of the king and as usual all your efforts have proven to be worthless and fruitless, ne? Well…” The dark eyes flashed with malice. “I know your little secret.”

“You do?” Nappa asked shakily, his face now drenched in visible sweat.

“Of course I do!” Gradun replied smugly. “I am the Ha’j’s  personal assistant. It is my job to know people’s secrets.”

“Why you…”

A raised gloved hand silenced his words. “Ah, ah, ah Nappa. I wouldn’t continue if I were you. You see you might have pleased the King for a brief period of time in your capture of the rebels…although I am sure you are going to find it hard to explain to him about the recent uprisings…but that is not my main concern for now.”

Leaning towards Nappa now, his voice lowered into a harsh whisper, Gradun said coldly. “I know that you used Radditsu for your own selfish means and that there is someone else in the background helping you out, right? Shssh…not another word, Nappa…not unless you wish for Vegeta to know everything.”

“No…no…please…”

“Good. I want you to tell me who this person is. This person that seems to have you within his grasp. Who is the person, Nappa? I NEED to know!”

Nappa stared at the crazed looking eyes in front of him with trepidation. Za’ani , he was surrounded by crazy people. “You do not want to know.” He finally croaked out.

Gradun made an angry hissing noise with his teeth and stood up abruptly. “Fine! In that case, I am sure the Ha’j  will have a lot of fun listening to all the juicy little details about your soirees with the junior…”

“Alright! I will tell you!” Nappa shouted in frustration, watching as the handsome face before him broke into a sunny grin. “Za’ani forgive me for what I am about to do.”

“Don’t worry Nappa, my friend.” Gradun said jovially, placing an arm around the burly man’s neck. “Whoever this person is couldn’t possibly be that bad, ne? Come with me to my chambers, we will have more privacy in there.”

And with a look of utter dejection and resolution, Nappa was led towards the inner chambers.

~*~*~*~*~

Kakkarrot landed with a thud onto the grassy earth and not waiting to take a breath, he dashed into the woodland area. He knew he had come to late. Radditsu’s ki was no longer felt and come to think of it, neither was Saida’s.

~ Please, Makaru…be alive. ~

Bursting into the clearing, he darted sharp eyes around the area, eventually settling them upon the prone form on the ground.

“Makaru!”

Zipping over to him, he cradled the limp body within his arms. Not caring about the bloodstains or the pulverized looking face, he placed desperate kisses on his best friends’ skin, weeping silently at how badly he looked.

“Did Radditsu do this to you?” he asked feverishly, noticing with relief that the eyes were trying very desperately to open up.

“Kak…Ka…Ka…” Makaru tried to speak, his entire being jumping for joy at the sight of the young man he had thought he would never see again.

“Ahi , Makaru.” Kakkarrot replied quietly. “I am home. Don’t worry I will take you back to the house. I am sure my mother has something to heal your wounds.”

And not waiting for another word to be spoken, he took off again towards his homestead.

~*~*~*~*~*~

“Place him down here.” Laetha said calmly, already making her way to the kitchen to prepare the pa’thun mixture.

Kakkarrot set Makaru down on the soft sheets gently, watching as the usually healthy brown appendage flopped to the floor like a limp rope. It was completely crushed and he could only imagine the horrendous pain that would have caused.

~ Za’ani , I wish we had a regen tank… wait a minute! ~

“Ma’un !” He screamed, racing into the kitchen to face the alarmed looking female. “Sorry for scaring you like that, but do you know if father still has the regen tank in his laboratory?”

“I should think so.” Laetha replied. “I haven’t really been there in a long while.”

“Good. I will go and check it out.”

Kakkarrot dashed out of the house and made his way towards the underground trap door that led into the secret lab. Praying that it wasn’t locked, he heaved a sigh of relief as the latch opened up willingly. Stepping into the small square, he felt his chest swell with emotion as the scent of his father hit him like a ton of bricks. Feeling the tears of remembrance well up in his eyes, he switched on the light and stared at the huge room that had been his father’s pride and joy for the better part of his life.

It had been so long since he had last set eyes on him. Who knows what might have happened? He hadn’t exactly been kept abreast of all that had been going on during his time with the Wise Ones, but he knew that his father was still alive. He could still feel his life-force, although a small voice at the back of his head wandered on how long that was to last.

Touching and fingering objects that his father’s skilled hands had created and touched, he sniffed as his eyes fell upon the desk that seemed to be swimming in a sea of documents. Swiping his tears away, he frowned as he began to read several of them. There were drawings for inventions of super speed space pods, designs for better housing for the Ba’an , designs and blueprints for a…

~ Mo’zoi…pa’un ! You are a genius! ~

It was a blueprint for a machine capable of destroying even the strongest of spaceships…namely that of Freiza’s. (It helped that he had written somewhere below that this was specifically designed for that purpose.) This machine was to be built with the most sophisticated of materials…nothing that could not be found around the surrounding mountains. All it needed was about a zillion killegs of energy to get it going and wham! Success!!

“Kakkarrot! Have you found it yet?!”

Jerking out of his stupor, he quickly folded up the blueprint and stuck it within his robes. “Coming ma’un !!”

He began his search again and just as he was about to give up, his eyes fell upon the cream-colored dust cloth in a corner. Lifting the heavy material up, he grinned widely as its’ contents were revealed.

“FOUND IT!!”

~*~*~*~*~*~

Laetha punched the timer to be set for an hour.  ~ Better make that two. ~ She couldn’t stop the small smile that graced her face as she watched her son press his nose against the glass staring at his friend in worry.

“He will be fine, Kakkarrot.” She said softly, rubbing his tense shoulders in a gentle massage.

“He has changed.” He said quietly. “He is…different.”

“Ahi . Makaru has been training very hard the past five years. He was determined to be in better shape for your return.”

“Hmm.” Kakkarrot answered absentmindedly; his eyes still pinned on the floating Saiyan. “I haven’t been able to sense Saida’s or Radditsu’s ki. Isn’t that strange?”

Laetha did not answer. She pursed her lips and stepped away from him, turning her gaze towards nothing in particular.

“Saida is dead.”

Kakkarrot spun away from the glass and stared in disbelief at the stiff figure. “She cannot be. I can still feel a little bit…”

“Do not delude yourself, Kakkarrot.” Laetha snapped coldly. “You know what I mean. She might be alive to everyone else, but whatever it is that has ‘killed’ Radditsu, has ‘killed’ her as well. Saida as we know her… is gone.”

Gathering her robes, she began to walk out of the lab. “Dinner will be ready upstairs. Fumiko should be awake any minute now. I am sure he would want to meet his uncle.”

Kakkarrot could only stare after her in mute numbness, shivering lightly. It was suddenly too cold in the room.

~*~*~*~*~

Saida opened up her eyes weakly. Her body ached everywhere and her mouth felt as dry as a desert. Where was she? A light chuckle followed by a deep rumble made her snap her neck around to stare in disbelief at the sight before her.

She was apparently in a cave, but that was not the most disturbing sight. It was the picture of her mate…her Radditsu, as nude as the day he was born in the arms of…Bardock? No. Kakkarrot? She blinked…it was clearly none of them. The hair was turning out to be confusing.

“She is awake.”

She tensed as the two males turned towards her, their eyes flashing with complete lust and something akin to insanity. Clutching the threadbare blanket to her chest (aware that she was still naked), she tried to plead her way out of the stalking men and the feral gleam that dotted their coal black eyes.

“Please…don’t do this…Radditsu nu ra’hi …I beg of you…”she croaked out through parched lips.

“Hmm…Radditsu.” The strange man spoke mockingly, stopping the younger Saiyan. “I think there is some confusion here. She calls you her love, is that true?”

Radditsu licked his lips hungrily. With a growl he turned towards Turles and captured his lips in a bruising kiss, drawing blood in the process. Saida could only watch in a strange mixture of disgust and desire as the bronzed, sweaty males strained and rubbed against each other, their tails waving around them in clear excitement, their arousals at full attention, bobbing against their stomachs, dripping with evidence of their lust.

Saida shifted restlessly against the hard floor, her tail beginning a slow weave of it’s own. She shouldn’t be enjoying this, but yet here she was wanting, needing to be a part of the strange coupling. She didn’t need to wait long.

Turles stretched out his hands, tearing his lips away from his hungry lovers’. “Come, Saida. Join us. The moon is almost out. Come to us.”

She shook her head in denial. She couldn’t. She just couldn’t. This was too disgraceful…too shameful…too…

“Grrrrrrrrr…”

“Ahi , Saida!” Turles cajoled, his eyes gleaming with unsurpassed delight. “Come! Be wild and free with us!”

And with an agility that took both men by surprise, she sprang out of the blankets and soon found herself in their midst. Baring her canines, her blood rushing and flowing with heat, she pressed herself against her mate’s body, crushing her lips to his in a kiss as passionate as it was bruising. She sank her hands within the dark locks, writhing and groaning as she felt his penis tease her already wet entrance.

She hissed in a sharp breath as she felt the sharp nails of Turles drag gently across her cheek and down her spine, before cupping the fullness of her buttocks. She felt the rough abrasiveness of his tongue as he licked off the thin line of blood that had been spilled from the wound. She trembled as his hands slid within the crack of her rear end, seeking for the tight hole. She screamed out as the thick fingers plunged into her, stretching the tightened flesh with deep thrusts that sent her collapsing limply against Radditsu.

Turles raised flashing orbs to his lover and nodded curtly. Radditsu raised his mate’s face with a sharp jerk and making sure that she kept her eyes open he thrust into her. Smiling at the grunt and yelp of pain from her, he pounded into her relentlessly, shutting his eyes as he felt his orgasm fast approaching. Saida jerked and sank her teeth into his shoulders as the dual assault became too much for her senses. With a final scream, she exploded, shivering as she heard the accompanying roar from Radditsu as he spilled his essence into her. Both collapsed to the floor in exhaustion, panting for air.

Turles smirked at the couple and with a finger he beckoned his nephew to him. Radditsu needed no second bidding. He jumped to his feet and with a loud purr he wrapped himself around Turles smirked in satisfaction and turning to look at the fatigued female on the floor, he drawled lazily.

“Welcome to the family, Saida…and now, my nephew and I would like to entertain you.”

Saida’s dulled brain could barely make out the words ‘nephew’ as the two males began their wild dance of lust before her. All she knew was that she was probably going to die…and if she did…no one would hear her screams for help.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Vegeta grit his teeth and tried for the umpteenth time to concentrate. He had locked up himself in his training room, needing the time to be alone to work on his meditation. The constant chaos after the five long years of peace was beginning to take a toll on him. He could barely eat and sleep was gradually becoming impossible. And now to make things worse, the moon was to come out again. In a few short hours, the Kingdom of Vegetasei would be transformed into a state of utter and complete chaos.

He could feel the heat envelope him slowly. His breath was beginning to come out in sharp hitches and he began to feel restless. Jumping lithely to his feet, he prowled around the large room, growling and snarling as the effects began to take place. Funny, he was cooped up in a room that had no access to the night sky and here he was as agitated as ever. His tail had straightened out and was now puffed up like a brush. His skin had become so hot, that he had to strip out of his bodysuit and continue his prowling completely in the buff.

He bared his canines, his eyes darkening with a craze that only a fellow Saiyan could understand. He nails clawed against the steel walls and with a final grunt, he threw his head back and howled his need to those who were willing to hear.

He needed to get out.

He needed to satiate this burning want in him.

He needed…

“Kakkarrot!!!!!”