Raditz's Lesson

By Kolfinna Briar-Rose

Warnings: Yaoi, lemon
Rating: NC-17

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Turles swaggered into the small office--he swaggered everywhere--and tossed a handful of data plaques on the desk. The blue-haired Saiyan woman sitting there lifted her eyes from the datapad she was studying to regard him coolly.

"That's the last of the new class," Turles explained offhand. "You wanted them, right?" His tail uncurled and switched lazily from side to side.

Sergeant-Instructor Luki regarded him with some amusement, but kept her voice cool as she answered, "I wanted them three days ago, Sergeant-Instructor Turles!"

"I had some problem children to deal with," Turles answered with a sinister smirk. He pulled another chair up by Luki and sat down backwards, burly arms leaning on the back of the chair. The muscular Saiyan nodded at the datapad in Luki's hand. "The graduating class?"

"Yes, I was just taking a few notes on them." The small, lightly-built woman frowned. "There's at least one problem child, unfortunately."

One eyebrow arched up on Turles' deeply tanned face. "In the graduates?" He shook his head in disbelief, his short shock of every-which-way hair becoming yet further disarrayed. "How'd he survive this long, and why haven't I noticed?"

Luki smiled. "It's not a problem you'd normally notice, Tuurrles." She stretched his name out until it was almost a purr; her own tail unwound from her waist to flick from one side to the other.

"Oh, really?" His tail curled around to brush lightly against Luki's leg, slowly stroking her calf and thigh.

She smirked and brushed the furry limb aside. "Yes, exactly. Your tender young cousin Raditz has a bit of an... attention problem."

"Huh?" Turles looked puzzled. "But... Raditz is damn near as smart as he is strong; that's why I spoke for him for the Guard in the first place."

"Oh, he's smart enough; best in his class at security tactics. As far as that goes, you're right, he'd be wasted as a mere offworld soldier. However... he has a problem maintaining the discretion a Guardsman has to have."

Turles' brow furrowed. "I don't see it; he's not a cocksure bully like I was, and he doesn't have a loose mouth like some of the underclassmen..." He trailed off, thinking, as the tip of his tail idly stroked Luki's calf. This time she did not brush it away.

She chuckled. "Bluntly put, anything with tits and a tail has his full attention--no matter what he's supposed to be paying attention to! Now I understand adolescent hormones, but the boy has neither sense nor judgment! I spotted him ogling Captain Latta just yesterday--and not discretely."

"Nappa's eldest daughter?" Turles' lip was curled up in an expression of incredulous disgust. "Ugh! He can't possibly be that hard up, or that dense..." Turles trailed off, staring at Luki as the horrible truth dawned on him. "He is that dense."

Sweat broke out on his brow. "That idiot is going to get himself killed, and take me down with him--I did speak for him." Turles shuddered. "But.. Latta? How can anybody with his father's brains be that stupid?"

"You forget, he doesn't know her like we do. Look at the bitch with naive eyes, if you can."

Turles thought for half a second. "Oh, yeah, she's drop-dead gorgeous in a 'throw me on the floor and fuck me right now' kind of way, but otherwise--"

"--pure poison. But Raditz doesn't know that!" Luki got up from her table and paced back in forth. Turles watched her, admiring her lithe, muscular figure. "Dallying with her is dallying with treason, even without her more vicious habits. And she's not the only elite blood the boy has been drooling over--there's always Lady Kimchee--just the worst example."

Turles stood, folding his arms and growled, "I didn't speak for Raditz just so he could end up spread-eagled in the desert with his own entrails heaped beside him. Besides, that kind of thing makes the whole Guard look bad." Turles cracked his knuckles, and frowned suddenly. "I can't handle this my usual way--it's not the usual problem. Raditz isn't too full of himself, he's just... dense."

Luki hopped up on the table in front of Turles and stretched out on it. "I think I know how we can calibrate your cousin, Tuurrles. We're both going to have to work on him." She gestured Turles closer and lowered her voice as he sat on the table beside her, leaning close and running his hands over her rump. "Here's my plan..."

The stocky Saiyan was scowling by the time she finished. "It'll work--but I don't like it much."

"Worried about your tender young cousin? Or--" Luki sat up abruptly, grinning. "Turles! You're jealous! Of your barely-grown whelp of a cousin!"

Turles pulled Luki roughly to him, and kissed her hard. Luki wrapped her arms around him and returned the kiss with fervor, her tail twining around one leg. Finally they pulled apart, panting.

"Of course I am, Luki. I'm jealous of any man you touch," Turles growled, and then smiled cruelly. "Now I'll have some extra motivation to carry out my part of Raditz' little lesson..."

Guarding the Slave Gate was one of the most boring duties in the entire palace--no one important entered here, and the only remotely interesting thing that might possibly happen would be a slave going amok--and that wouldn't be very interesting, as the slaves were such weaklings.

Raditz sighed and shifted position slightly, careful to maintain his formal "at rest" posture. That, he reflected, was why Guard cadets were assigned this duty. Someone has to do it, we need the training, and it's no big deal if a cadet screws up here.

Raditz smirked to himself. Yeah, no one much cares if we're rude to a slave-- except the Instructors, he hastily amended, catching sight of Sergeant-Instructor Luki strolling out the entrance. He glanced across to the other cadet guard, Miso, and noted that bead of sweat gathering on the young warrior's brow. Raditz felt a similar drop running down his left temple; the blue-haired Sergeant-Instructor could be a real hard-ass.

Fortunately, she was checking Miso first. Raditz watched as the hapless cadet sprang to attention, standing stiffly as Sergeant-Instructor Luki looked him over, examining every detail of his armor, dress and posture. After some questioning, she turned away...

And headed straight for Raditz. Raditz snapped to attention, sweating as she looked him up and down critically.

"Hmmm... not bad. You actually manage to meet the basic standards of a graduating upperclassman; hopefully I've managed to pound enough into your thick skull that you won't embarrass me by dying stupidly your first year in the Guard. I have my doubts, however."

She looked him up and down again, this time appraisingly; Raditz was acutely aware of how his tall, powerful body and mane of long hair must look; he was even more aware of the petite blue-haired woman's compact curves and lithe, muscular body, and long, lashing tail--

Lashing tail? Luki's tail was uncurled and switching behind her, a rare break from her usual strict formality; there was something about the slight smile quirking one corner of her mouth, and a gleam in her eyes... Raditz began to sweat in earnest, and once again thanked whoever decided that trousers were more appropriate for the Guard than the usual three-panel armor skirt worn by the common soldiery. That center panel could be a little too revealing of its wearer's moods...

Her voice low, the Sergeant-Instructor noted, "Your shift ends in two hours, does it not?"

Raditz nodded. "Yes, Ma'am."

"Good," she purred--purred!--and continued, "report to my office then, Senior Cadet Raditz. There are certain elements of your performance I wish to discuss." Her tail seemed to float in the air behind her as she sauntered away.

It seemed forever before Raditz's relief showed up, and the shift was over. He was almost sloppy in his haste to turn the watch to his relief, and Miso noticed.

"Hey, Raditz, what did the sergeant say to you?" Miso was about Raditz's age, slightly shorter and slimmer, and with far shorter hair. His unruly, spiky black hair only descended to his shoulders. He was also the closest thing to a friend Raditz had in the graduating class.

"She ordered me to report to her office after my shift," Raditz answered shortly, as they walked down the hall toward the barracks.

Miso blinked; he'd seen how her tail had switched as she looked Raditz over. "You do know she's Turles' lover?" he asked, his voice cautioning.

Raditz shrugged. "Maybe not; anyway, she's stronger than he is, so if she changes her mind, what's he going to do about it?" Raditz smirked.

"Yeah, but Turles is stronger than you are, Raditz," Miso noted as Raditz turned away, heading down the hall to his destination. Unfortunately for Raditz, Miso's warning fell on deaf ears.

"Come in," invited the warm voice of Sergeant-Instructor Luki almost before Raditz squared his shoulders and knocked on her door. Raditz opened the door and stepped in, facing the Sergeant at her desk. He saluted.

"Senior Cadet Raditz reporting as ordered, ma'am!"

Sergeant Luki rose from her chair. "Close the door, Cadet Raditz. And bolt it," she added as he moved to close it with a nudge of his hand.

"Ma'am?" Raditz asked, both eyebrows arched high in puzzlement. Nevertheless, he obeyed and bolted the door without waiting for an answer; he'd learned that much in the last few years.

Raditz's shoulders itched nervously as the shorter woman walked toward him, looking him over. He suddenly felt awkward and sweaty, and curled his tail up tighter.

"Nice hair, good build. You certainly have the looks for a Guardsman," she remarked. "Perhaps too much so." Sergeant Luki looked at him intently, her face unreadable. Then she smiled, a cold, cruel smile.

"Yes, they look at you as much as you look at them, don't they?" The small blue-haired woman put her hands on her hips and uncoiled her tail, letting it lash slowly behind her. "You like it when an elite looks at you with lust in her eye, don't you?" Luki licked her lips and trailed one finger down Raditz's chest, tracing the curves of his armor and brushing against his coiled tail.

Raditz allowed himself a small smirk as his own tail uncurled. "Yes, ma'am. I mean, who wouldn't?"

The blow was as brutal as it was sudden. Raditz found himself slammed against the stone wall, his whole head ringing from the sudden impact against the hard stone. The right side of his jaw was numb where Luki had hit it.

"Anyone who wasn't a fool!" Luki snarled. "Do you know what happens to stupid young males as weak as you? Do you?" she hissed softly.

Stunned incomprehension was Raditz's only answer.

"You're far too weak to be taken seriously as a lover--you'd be an elite's plaything, used for pleasure until she got bored of you, or her real lover got jealous of you. Then you'd be fertilizer." Luki hissed fiercely. "And you have no idea what it means to be an elite's plaything, do you?" She glared up at him. "Strip, cadet. Armor, leggings, everything. You're about to learn."

Raditz bit back the "What?" that sprang to his lips, and nodded. "Yes, ma'am." Sweat beaded on Raditz's forehead as he realized that this particular interview wasn't going at all like he imagined it would. What was the woman up to? She'd made him bolt the door, and, Raditz suddenly remembered, her office was in the oldest part of the palace--the part with immensely thick, ancient, sound-proof stone walls.

His leggings hit the ground first; then Raditz pulled the armored shoulder guards over his head and hair and dropped them besides the leg armor; finally, he uncurled his tail and pulled the reinforced torso armor off. It always was a struggle getting it over his mane of hair. He kicked his boots off into the pile of armor, followed at last by his scouter.

He shook his hair back, and stood tall, wearing only his arm bands. The air was cool on his bare chest. Raditz's tail switched, and he started to curl it around his waist again--

"Stop right there! I didn't tell you to put that tail away, cadet!" Luki walked around him again, inspecting him, openly leering at his revealed manhood. She licked a fingertip and ran it lightly down Raditz's bare chest. He stifled a gasp. "Good, good."

Suddenly, Sergeant Luki spun and stabbed two fingers into his exposed tail. Raditz bit back a cry of pain; his eyes watered.

"Tsk, tsk. Such a sensitive tail--the elites would love playing with you." The blue-haired Saiyan woman stepped deftly behind him, grabbed his tail, and squeezed it. Hard.

"Ahhhh!" A brief cry of pain escaped Raditz as his legs buckled and he fell to his knees. The pain was incredible and paralyzing.

"Did that get your attention, Cadet Raditz?" Luki gave his tail a vicious twist that sent Raditz all the way to the ground, whimpering. "Stay there, I rather like you that way."

Raditz lay there obediently, enduring the pain of his poor, bruised, throbbing tail. Presently Luki's grip slackened, and her boots dropped to the floor beside Raditz's face as she slipped them off. She walked up his back, her feet kneading his spine through the thick mane of hair.

"Mmmm.. nice hair." Luki ran her toes through the thick, stiff-yet-soft stuff. She held his tail lightly, squeezing it gently with her fingertips. Sensation like an electric shock ran through his tail and up and down his spine; to his surprise, it was not.. painful. Raditz gasped as he felt himself grow hard.

Luki noticed. "Yes... such a sensitive tail." She crushed it in her grip, and Raditz screamed and thrashed wildly.

"Please.." he begged, ashamed of his own groveling.

In response, the pressure on his tail slackened just a tiny bit--the pain was still intense enough to leave him shuddering on the floor.

"Are you starting to understand, Cadet? You are my plaything, and I'm very hard on my toys. Your only hope is to find something that pleases me more than watching you scream and beg on the floor--and I rather like watching you beg." She gave his tail another vicious squeeze, and smiled at his agonized scream.

"Up on your hands and knees, boy." Raditz hastily complied, and the torturing grip on his tail vanished. Armor thudded to the ground in front of him, then boots, gauntlets and leotard.

"Look at me!" Luki instructed him, a single finger forcing his chin up. Raditz looked; the fierce sergeant was wholly nude, her feminine charms revealed less than two feet from his face. She was breathing hard, her compact, round breasts heaving with each breath, and her delicate fingers caressed the end of Raditz's long tail. Each touch was an electric shock running the length of his tail and into his groin.

"Only two rules: you please me, and you are forbidden to please yourself until I say otherwise. Since I am very demanding and hard to please, pay close attention to my desires. Do you understand, Cadet?"

Raditz swallowed, his mouth suddenly very dry. "Yes.. I understand."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Raditz got to his knees and reached out to touch her, running his hands up and down her flanks, at first hesitantly, and then with growing confidence. He cupped her round muscular bottom in both hands and brushed the base of her tail with his fingertips. She hissed a sharp intake of breath, and goosebumps rippled across her flanks.

He pulled her against his body, one hand cradling the base of her tail and the other against her back, and put his mouth to her left breast. The compact mound was a sweet mouthful; he took it in and lapped it all around with his tongue, and teased the nipple between his teeth. Luki growled deep in her throat.

Raditz drew away slowly, flicking the erect nipple with his warm, wet tongue, and switched to the right breast. This one he drew out slower, laving the whole breast with flicks of his tongue before taking the sweet mound into his hungry mouth. With his right hand he began to stroke the base of her tail ever so lightly, evoking low growling moans from the slender woman.

His own tail curled forward and around Luki's legs, gently caressing her well-shaped calves and thighs. Raditz bowed his head slightly, abandoning her luscious breasts for her flat, hard stomach. His tongue left a wet trail down her belly, a swirl at her navel and then down between her thighs...

His first probes were tentative, awkward, his tongue lapping at the outermost folds--but then Raditz started to taste her. The scent of her musk filled his nose, exciting him, but the first musky-salt taste of her juices maddened him. With both hands Raditz held her, lifted her, spread her so he could reach her treasures; his tongue plunged into her folds, lapping and suckling her juices, lashing and teasing what it found there. Raditz suckled greedily on her swollen bud, periodically darting his tongue into her dripping opening to lap up her musky juices.

Luki half-moaned, half-screamed and grabbed the back of Raditz's head with both hands, pressing his face into her womanhood, forcing him to stay. Raditz held her hips; Luki wrapped her legs around his head and neck and shrieked, bucking convulsively as she came.

Luki's iron-hard thighs closed about his throat; when the dark spots cleared from his eyes, Raditz found himself lying on the cold stone floor on his back with Luki straddling his chest. She seemed amused.

"You do have a talented tongue, plaything," Luki conceded, leaning forward to offer Raditz one breast, then the other. He raised his head and began to suckle on the small, firm mouthfuls, feeling her nipples harden again under his tongue. He could feel her buttocks brushing against his achingly hard manhood as she moved slightly, giving him a better angle at one breast or the other. That touch tantalized him, sending shivers down his side and stomach; he flicked his tail up between his legs to curl around Luki's small firm bottom and lightly brush her tail.

Luki sighed, eyes half-closed as she savored her pleasure. "Have you other talents?" she demanded. "Show me!"

Still suckling one breast, Raditz reached down between her legs with one hand; Luki obliging lifted her body up, straddling him on her hands and knees. His fingertips stroked her bushy mound, working their way down, tickling the short, sensitive hair. His tail twined around hers, squeezing it gently; the touch of her fur against his sent electric jolts shooting up and down his spine and into his already aching manhood. His erection brushed Luki's delectable rear as his fingers gently parted her folds and reached within.

Luki gasped as his forefinger found its mark, pressing down on her swollen bud and circling it. Sharp, abrupt cries marked the sensations shooting through Luki; Raditz groaned as the tip of her twined tail flicked down to stroke his inflamed manhood.

"Stop..." he groaned. "I can't hold back--"

The tantalizing tail withdrew. "You had better," Luki gasped, writhing slowly as Raditz's fingers circled her hungry, wet opening. His thumb continued to torture the swollen ember of her sex. "I haven't killed a lover or a plaything for displeasing me in a long time." Luki's sudden moan as Raditz's fingers stroked her sounded far from displeased.

She worked herself backward, positioning herself against Raditz's aching member. Raditz bit his lip, fighting desperately against the urge to grab her and force her down onto him. If he did, he would come right then and there. Instead, he grabbed her waist, holding Luki off of him, letting her hungry wetness tease the head of his cock, letting it tantalize her, its hardness brushing against her swollen, dripping opening.

His tail squeezed hers and she whimpered, short mewling cries as she struggled against Raditz's grip, trying to force herself down and onto him. Raditz groaned and bit his lip again--

"Please yourself, then--but let me have you---AAAHHHHHHHH!"

At her desperate snarl, Raditz forced her down onto him, sheathing himself to the hilt in her hot, wet, velvety warmth. Luki's spasms gripped him; Raditz came, groaning softly as his hips bucked, thrusting up into her. Luki shuddered again and again, crying aloud as her orgasm shook her like a rag doll.

At last she dropped across him, breathing heavily, a smile on her face. "Not bad, plaything." She pushed herself to her knees, straddling Raditz's body. "You are... vigorous. I shall enjoy this." She smirked. "Use that vigor on me some more."

"More?" Raditz asked, worry furrowing his brow.

"Oh yes." Luki smirked as she grabbed his still-tingling tail and began to stroke it. Sensation shot down his spine again, and, much to his surprise, Raditz felt himself growing hard again...

...Hours later, Raditz moaned as Luki squeezed his tail again. His muscles felt like water, and almost all his energy was gone--but Luki was barely starting to tire. The woman was insatiable! She'd roused him again and again, forcing him to take her almost every way imaginable.

Luki had grown crueler as his strength waned, crushing his tender tail and stroking herself as he writhed on the floor in agony, begging to be allowed to please her one more time. If the pain in his tail was especially intense, intense enough to bring humiliating tears to his eyes, she rewarded Raditz by letting him please her with his skilled tongue. If not...

...If he was too slow in rising to the occasion, she took her pleasure with his tail. Raditz whimpered as Luki thrust the tip of his tail into her opening again; he knew what she wanted. Slowly he stroked her; she moaned as the softly-furred limb tickled and teased her. Fur brushed against the painfully-sensitive ember of her sex, pressed against it and rubbed firmly back and forth. Her back arched and her hands fluttered over her mound as the tip of Raditz's tail thrust deep into her womanhood. It curled within her, tickling and prodding and filling every inch of her sex until Luki began to shriek and convulse in waves of pleasure that crushed Raditz's tail in powerful, rhythmic pulses. Then he screamed in pain, and his screams and helpless, tormented writhing only heightened her pleasure, and the incredible pressure on his trapped tail--

...Raditz's abused tail was numb and stiff from hours of pain and pleasure. He couldn't even curl the tip; it dragged limply, dangling like a length of rope. His strength was utterly spent; he couldn't even crawl.

Luki's toes prodded him; when he didn't respond, she rolled him over with her foot.

"Hmmph. What a weakling--only six hours and you're all used up!" She arched her back and stretched like some huge, bipedal cat; perspiration shined her skin, and there were signs of a pleasant tiredness in her face and movement. She kicked Raditz in the ribs. "You have ten minutes to get your armor back on."

Somehow--Raditz wasn't sure how--he managed to pull his briefs on before she unbolted the door and literally threw him and his armor down the hall. To his extreme relief, the hall was empty--and stayed empty until he'd managed to pull his armor in to some semblance of proper wear and started staggering back toward his quarters.

"Well?" Turles' voice growled over Luki's private scouter channel. "Why didn't you call me as soon as you finished?"

"I did, you thick-headed moron!" Luki answered affectionately.

Silence. "Six hours? I'm impressed; I didn't think the boy had it in him."

Luki yawned and replied, "Well, don't tell him that! We're trying to take him down a peg or two, not inflate his ego to match his libido! In any case, he certainly doesn't have it in him now."

Turles' chuckle echoed in her ears. "Used him up, did you? Heh. How 'bout when I'm done I come over there and use up my favorite wench?"

Luki yawned again. "Take a rain check, lover. The boy wasn't bad; I've had enough fun for today."

Another long silence. "I," Turles' growl was heavy with menace, "am really going to enjoy my part of this."

Raditz's tail ached; his back ached, his stomach muscles ached--in fact, everything ached, and he seriously doubted that he'd be able to manage an erection for at least a week--not even if Lady Kimchee herself were to dance naked in his lap. And he didn't even want to think about Sergeant-Instructor Luki; imagining her in any state of undress made his balls feel like they'd been dropped in ice water.

He sprawled on his bunk, staring at the ceiling. At least his stomach wasn't growling at him--he'd finally recovered enough energy to make it down to the mess hall and back. Now, all Raditz wanted to do was sleep....

BEEP!

Raditz groaned and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes; his scouter was signalling an incoming message. Raditz reached over to its resting place on the top of his locker and picked it up; he tapped the appropriate button, not bothering to fit the device over his ear.

"Yeah, Raditz here."

"Guard-Cadet Raditz," Sergeant-Instructor Turles' cool voice said, "report to Exercise Field Three in ten minutes."

"What? Sergeant, I don't have any training scheduled for right now," Raditz said, looking frantically from his scouter to the schedule posted on the back of the door and back again. "It's the middle of the fucking night!"

"It's an advanced training session," Turles' voice purred. "By recommendation only; no doubt some useless clerk forgot to notify you. Just get your ass down here, Cadet, and we'll straighten out the paperwork later."

"Er, yes, sir! I'll be there in ten minutes. Out." Raditz clicked off the scouter, and hurriedly pulled his armor on. The hairs on his tail fluffed out with apprehension; when Turles purred like that, he was up to something nasty. But what?

"You do know she's Turles' lover?" young Miso asked....

Raditz had a very bad feeling about Turles' "training session".

The exercise field--intended for combat scenarios, not calisthenics--was dark and deserted except for Sub-Commander Turles. He stood near the center of the field, arms folded, pale cloak blowing in the wind; the starlight was bright enough for Raditz to see the nasty smirk on his face.

Raditz watched him warily as he trotted onto the field and saluted. "Cadet Raditz reporting as ordered, sir!" After Turles returned his salute, Raditz dropped his and said, "All right, Turles, what are you really up to?"

Turles laughed evilly. "As I said, advanced training--" he suddenly scowled and his voice changed to a snarl, "--in what happens when a very junior guard gets caught sneaking around the back door of an elite's mistress!"

Oh shit-- CRUNCH! The blow caught Raditz hard across the back, even though he was expecting something of the sort, and slammed him face-forward into the grass. Turles moved almost faster than he could see, slamming his doubled fists into Raditz's back again and again until pieces of his armor cracked and fell away.

Turles stood up, panting, and planted one foot firmly between Raditz's shoulder blades. "I would ask for your surrender, cousin, but I'm not done with you yet!" he hissed.

Raditz just shuddered and grabbed convulsively at the grass under his fingers; what little strength he'd regained since leaving Luki had just been beaten out of him. He'd never seen his cousin this angry--Turles meant to kill him!

Raditz kicked his feet out and twisted abruptly, throwing his startled cousin off his back. As Turles regained his footing, Raditz staggered to his feet; with the dregs of his strength he punched Turles solidly in the mouth.

Turles' head snapped back from the blow; he turned back to Raditz, eyes alight with battle-lust, and laughed. "You shouldn't have done that, cousin--you don't have a chance." He caught Raditz's other fist as the long-haired warrior swung weakly at him and heaved.

Raditz went flying over Turles' head, high into the air; at the height of the arc, a narrow beam lashed out from Turles' fingers, neatly slicing off Raditz's left shoulder strap, a hunk of hair, and a small strip of flesh.

Raditz didn't have enough strength to fly, but he managed to land cleanly. Blood ran down his left arm as he faced his cousin across the field, chest heaving. Sweat trickled down his face as he waited for Turles' next move.

Three rapid-fire ki blasts heralded Turles' move; Raditz narrowly dodged the first one, which blew off the armor panel covering his right thigh--and dodged into the other two. He was just strong enough to survive the explosions and remain standing--unfortunately, the rest of his armor skirt was not.

Turles punched him. His stocky cousin had run in under the cover of the smoke cloud and now Raditz strove desperately to block his furious attack. Raditz had no thought of attack; all his remaining energy and concentration went into trying to block his cousin's blows, and rolling with the ones that got through.

He just couldn't do it. Raditz wondered dully how he'd survived his deadly cousin this long--then Turles got through his guard with a vicious punch to Raditz's gut. Raditz doubled up, momentarily defenseless--and briefly wondered why Turles didn't follow up with the obvious move of a knee into Raditz's face--then Turles slammed him in the gut again, sending him flying to sprawl on his back halfway across the field.

Raditz turned over, his guts heaving as he lost what little was left of his supper--then another blast shrieked by his ear, narrowly missing his head and taking off his right shoulder strap instead. Raditz staggered to his feet--he'd be damned if he'd let Turles kill him on his belly like a slave!

WHOOMMM!

--just in time to catch a massive ki-blast square in the chest. When the blackness faded from before his eyes, Raditz found himself on his back, somewhere in the woods, in a tangle of broken and burned trees. His armor was completely destroyed, but it had saved his life--Turles' blast hadn't quite killed him. He tried to shake his head to clear the ringing in his ears, and found he didn't have the strength.

A little bit later, Raditz finally noticed the foot on his chest; a booted foot, attached to a powerful, muscular leg. He looked up.

Turles' cruel smirk greeted him. "Now, cousin, you can surrender. A formal surrender and apology to me for your little trespass will do."

Raditz stared at him dully. "A formal surrender?"

Turles frowned. "I must have hit you a little too hard." His tail uncurled and lashed from side to side. "Surrender, Raditz. Now."

Something like thought was starting to crawl through Raditz's brain. "I... I surrender."

"That's a start; I want the formal words, cousin." Turles pressed his foot more firmly into Raditz's chest.

Raditz spat out a mouthful of blood and coughed. "Turles, I surrender my body and my life to you, to do with as you will."

Turles' grin was terrifying to see. "That's perfect," he purred. With one swift move, he picked up the half-dead Raditz and slung him over his shoulder, and flew deep into the dark woods.

Turles finally stopped at a mossy dell deep in the ancient forest and dropped Raditz to the ground next to a bubbling spring. A flash of ki ignited a waiting pile of dry wood. "Drink; I want you able to talk." He unbuckled his torso armor and tossed it to the ground several yards away; the glow of firelight turned his deeply tanned skin to glistening bronze.

Raditz drank the cool, clean water and felt some life coming back into his battered body. After he drank, he splashed cold water over his face and across his nearly naked body, then sat up and checked himself over. Surprisingly, Turles had done very little lasting damage; except for the flesh wound on his left shoulder, there was nothing beyond massive bruises and surface burns and cuts.

Turles abruptly grabbed Raditz by the hair and flung him to the ground amid the soft moss. "Get comfortable," Turles purred.

"Huh?"

"You surrendered, remember? I accept your surrender--in the traditional manner."

"Oh, no! Not that, and not me!" Raditz rolled over and bolted to his feet, intending to run--

Before Raditz took a step, Turles tripped him and bore him to the ground, face down. Strong fingers ripped Raditz's tattered briefs away, leaving him completely naked. Raditz's face reddened with humiliation; in the firelight it glowed like hot metal.

"You gave your body and life to me, Raditz!" Turles hissed in his ear. "No running. Trust me; it'll hurt a lot less if you don't struggle." A strong hand gripped the base of Raditz's tail and stroked it gently between thumb and forefinger.

Raditz stopped struggling and shivered as sensation ran like an electric shock up and down his spine. "You bastard," he muttered. Hot tears of shame gathered in his eyes; Raditz buried his face in the moss to hide them from his cousin.

"No," purred Turles, "if I was a real bastard, I'd make you do the work of getting me ready--but I don't trust you to be that submissive." He grabbed a handful of long hair and yanked Raditz's face up out of the moss; the firelight turned Raditz's skin to warm, flickering gold.

"What, you don't trust me with my hands on your tail or my teeth around your cock?" Raditz grinned mirthlessly, baring the razor-sharp canines and meat-shearing teeth every Saiyan had. Mockery temporarily drove the humiliation from his eyes.

"I may be a bastard, but I'm not stupid," Turles answered dryly.

His hand left Raditz's tail and Turles' briefs fell to the ground next to his armor. Raditz dropped his face back down against the damp moss, not wanting to look at his handsome, superbly muscled cousin as he stood fully revealed in the warm firelight. He definitely did not want to see just how well-endowed and erect his cousin was--even if Raditz did have a few inches on him. "I'm not going to enjoy this," he muttered.

Raditz lay unresisting as his legs were forced apart and his thick mane of hair pushed to one side. Turles knelt behind him, his muscular thighs pressing against the inside of Raditz's legs. A strong, callused hand roamed over Raditz's muscular buttocks, feeling the curve and play of the muscles there.

"Can I move? There's a stone under my ribs, and if I'm not going to enjoy this, can I at least not enjoy this comfortably?" Raditz grumbled, taking refuge in self-mocking pragmatism.

"I told you to get comfortable, didn't I?" Turles waited until Raditz shifted his position before continuing, "Besides, watching you wiggle your tender young ass like that is... stimulating. You should see how tasty you look in the firelight, cousin."

"Does Luki know you're queer and a bastard?" Raditz suspected that Turles was just trying to annoy him, and couldn't resist returning the favor. The long-haired Saiyan decided that not taking this whole thing seriously was definitely better than brooding on his utter humiliation and impending rape.

"Oof!" Raditz found himself spitting out moss after Turles answered with a savage cuff to the back of his younger cousin's head.

"Leave her name out of this, idiot! Your stupidity around her and other women above your class is the reason you're in this position, cousin," Turles growled. "And quit being so hypocritical; you've done surrenders before."

"I have never surrendered to anyone before!" Raditz snapped indignantly.

"That's obvious, cousin; you're trembling like a virgin on her first night--but I know you, Raditz," Turles purred. "You don't have the death-lust; you don't cream your briefs watching someone cough up his last breath. You accept surrenders."

Turles grinned as Raditz suddenly grew silent. "Heh. I thought as much. You liked it, didn't you?" An oily finger slipped into Raditz and probed. "Conquering a strong, cocky opponent, and then subjugating him to your pleasure--feels good, doesn't it? Don't fight me, cousin!"

Raditz tensed, then relaxed, and caught his breath abruptly as Turles' slick finger went in the full length and wiggled around, feeling Raditz from the inside. Then a second finger slipped in, and the other hand was back on his tail, stroking it gently, relaxing Raditz almost against his will...

"Now, cousin, I'll take your surrender," Turles said as he leaned forward, pulled Raditz's hips up and spread him a bit more; Raditz felt Turles' hardness press against his bare, vulnerable ass and tensed. "I said, don't fight me! I'm strong enough to tear you up if I force myself in!" Turles snarled.

Raditz tried to relax as Turles pushed in; he cried out briefly as the hard, oil-slicked length penetrated him. He clutched at the moss and whimpered as Turles brutally stroked him; Raditz couldn't help tensing and it hurt like hell as Turles' hard, thick cock stretched and tore the clenched muscles.

Turles paused, still half-buried in his cousin, and his hand found Raditz's tail again, stroking it lightly but vigorously. Raditz whimpered as the sensation ran down his tail and up and down his spine and into his groin, tormenting him.

"You still haven't surrendered yourself fully to me, cousin," Turles hissed in Raditz's ear. The stocky Saiyan leaned forward and Raditz nearly cried out from surprise when Turles' hot tongue licked delicately at the wounds on his back. Raditz held still, shivering with anticipation at each wet touch. It felt good, very good, and he began to relax again.

He's toying with me--aahhh, that's nice. I'm his plaything, just like I was Luki's plaything, Raditz thought--and relaxed completely, finally, fully surrendering himself to Turles. Behind him, Turles smirked wickedly.

Turles started moving in Raditz again, and Raditz whimpered again--but not from pain. Turles' thickness stretched him and filled him; the sensation was intense, but not painful. He... enjoyed it.

Raditz's whimpers seemed to excite Turles; he stroked Raditz deeper and harder, his breath coming in short gasps. Again he stopped abruptly, this time panting heavily; Turles wrapped his tail around Raditz's, stroking and brushing them together.

Turles' shorter tail wasn't fully engaged with his, but it was enough; Raditz groaned as he felt himself begin to harden. Turles smirked, and his warm hand reached under Raditz's body to caress Raditz's swelling manhood. The slow stroking resumed, and Raditz's whimpers turned into moans of helpless pleasure as Turles stroked him inside and out.

In just minutes Raditz's body began to shake, squeezing Turles with intense spasms; Raditz's hips convulsed and he cried out in short gasps as he came, spilling himself in Turles' hand and onto the soft moss.

Turles threw back his head and groaned as he, too, came, pounding brutally into his still-tender cousin. As he spasmed, Turles pulled out of Raditz and let the last of it spill across Raditz's buttocks and thighs, scent-marking the younger warrior as Turles' captive.

"Consider yourself fucked, cousin," Turles growled as he stood up. The older warrior grinned as Raditz looked slowly up at him from where he lay, naked and golden in the firelight, glistening with sweat and other juices, his long black mane covering most of his body, parting to reveal his powerful buttocks and thighs.

"You bastard!" Raditz hissed. "Fucking asshole! It wasn't enough to make me surrender, you had to make me enjoy it!"

Turles smirked. "Don't you mean 'asshole fucking bastard'? Heh. You've got a bad attitude for someone who's surrendered, cousin. If it bothers you so much, I'll do you the hard way next time."

"Next time?" Raditz froze.

Turles' eyes narrowed. "I'll come after you every time you bed Luki--or even look lustfully at an elite--and I'm much kinder to my idiot cousin than, say, Lady Kimchee's husband, Captain Zorn, would have been. He wouldn't have left enough of you to go into a tank. On the other hand... I have little tolerance for slow learners." Turles stretched out on the soft moss next to Raditz; in the flickering firelight, he looked like a god sculpted in bronze.

"I don't think I'll be keeping Sergeant Luki company any time soon," Raditz said.

"Really? What will you do when she orders you to her private quarters, Cadet? I hear she rather enjoyed you," Turles purred.

"Oh, crud." Raditz buried his face in the moss. "I'm in deep shit." He lifted his face up to look at Turles. "Are all elite women like her?"

Turles rolled part way over and brought his face close to Raditz's. "She is very easy-going for an elite," he purred. "Quite easy to satisfy, really."

"Oh crud!" Raditz buried his face in the moss again. "I am in such deep shit that I will never see daylight again."

Turles chuckled, very amused. "No, not yet--but if you ever manage to catch Captain Latta's attention, you will be. Luki is a small, furry kitten next to her, cousin. As for Sergeant Luki... she knows I'm a jealous man. If I let her know that she'll lose a promising cadet from her rolls, she might ease up on you. She takes great pride in the number of cadets she manages to hammer into real guards, and she begrudges even one lost to stupidity."

Raditz lifted his head up again and looked suspiciously at Turles. "I know I'm a little slow on the uptake, but I'm not stupid... cousin. You two set me up!"

Turles just smirked.

"You son of a bitch!" Raditz snarled. "Wait a minute--I'm not the only one you've done this to, am I? That loudmouth Haban--one day he was an arrogant shit-for-brains asshole, the next morning he was the most tail-tucked cadet in all four classes. We all wondered who took him down a notch!"

"Haban had quite an attitude problem. He thought his high power level exempted him from actually following regulations or paying attention during training," Turles said, then laughed nastily. "I handle the 'Advanced Training' for students like him."

Raditz raised himself on one elbow and looked thoughtful. "I can't see Haban surrendering; he's the type who'd rather die than submit." Raditz stared at Turles in disgust. "Don't tell me he chickened!"

"Oh, no," Turles said. "You are right about his character--he chose to die rather than surrender, and he didn't lose his nerve at the end." Turles smirked.

Raditz looked suspiciously at Turles. "He looked pretty damn healthy for a corpse last time I saw him!"

"When you have my years, cousin, you might have learned a fraction of my skill and control. I don't kill anyone by accident, and it's bad practice to kill students who can be taught better. Once they get their attitudes adjusted, such students frequently become some of our best Guard officers," Turles purred. "Just because Haban chose to die doesn't mean I chose to kill him--but since he insisted on death..." Turles smirked evilly and shrugged. "The dead don't care, so I didn't restrain myself at all when I raped his warm and noisy 'corpse'."

Raditz winced. "Oww! No wonder he was walking funny for the next few days!"

Turles grinned. "Not to mention that corpses don't get scheduled for time in the regen tank. Don't worry, I've scheduled a few hours for you."

Raditz broke out laughing, and pounded his fist into the soft moss. "Oh, that's a good one! I'm damn glad I surrendered!" He laughed until tears of mirth ran down his cheeks.

"Yesss..." Turles purred in that sinister tone again. "Get yourself a drink from the spring, cousin; we're not done with the terms of your surrender." Turles smirked at the expression on Raditz's face. "Drink!"

Raditz crawled over to the spring and drank, surprised at his own thirst. "I caught the parts about staying away from Luki, keeping my eyes and other body parts to myself around elite babes--what'd I miss?"

"Nothing... I pride myself in making sure a lesson is thoroughly learned. You're not bad when you surrender your pride and let go, cousin."

"It's going to be a long night, isn't it?"

Turles' only answer was a smirk.

The next morning, Turles smirked as he looked over at his exhausted younger cousin. "...Thoroughly and completely fucked!"

The End.

Disclaimer: Dragonball, Dragonball Z and all the associated DBZ characters (too numerous to list) are the property of Akira Toriyama and a whole lot of other people who are not me; everyone else is mine, and this story is mine, too. This is a not-for-profit work.

Copyright 2001 by Kolfinna Briar-rose