The Broken Promise
Title: The Broken Promise
Fandom: Dragonball Z
Characters/Pairing: girl!Radditzxgirl!Turles
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2451
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any of its characters.
Warnings/Notes: First (potentially horrible) attempt at yuri/femmeslash. Sorry. Genderbending. Also, I am aware there is absolutely no connection with Turles and Frieza (aside from the scouter, but whether that is common technology or not will determine that) so there is a fanon warning too. :P
Written for SlaughterChichi's birthday; the story is based in her “Parallel Reflections” miniverse with girl!Goku and girl!Vegeta and I'm simply expanding on the genderswaps in the saiyans and doing a bit of guest intruder writing.
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Running her hands over smooth skin of her lover beneath, Turles could not help admire her form. Lavish long hair splayed over the thin white sheets, already a little rumpled, and her taller body was more curved than Turles' own lean, almost boyish, athletic form. As she reached Radditz' breasts, she squeezed gently before pressing their bodies together, lips caressing her collarbone. A small twinge of envy passed through her as she noted the physical features she found attracting her were ones she lacked; the long flowing dark hair and curved softer frame. Her tail unfurled from her waist as she moved closer, its fur brushing past that of Radditz' own as it lay in plain sight on the sheet.
Cushioned by the larger body beneath her, she let her tongue dart out to taste the hint of salt on her skin whilst hands stroked over her own back with a lazy grace. She peered up at Radditz' face with a smirk of amusement, one hand lifting up from her breast and threading its slender fingers into her hair, slow moving as though to savour the texture.
The covers rustled as Turles shifted onto her knees, straddling one of Radditz' thighs as she balanced precariously over her longer body to reach for her flushed cheek. At the feel of the warm skin under her fingertips her smirk only intensified, eyes twinkling in the dim semi-light.
“Why am I so funny this time?” huffed Radditz, folding her arms under her breasts as she tried to put on a look of disapproval.
“Oh, you aren't funny.” said Turles as she brushed her hands over Radditz' overlapping forearms, the fine hairs tickling her fingers and palms, before grasping them and teasing them open. “You just excite rather easily.”
Unfurling her arms of her own volition, Radditz gave Turles a withering look as she reached up to cup her cheek, thumb stroking at the darker skin before her other arm hooked around her neck and pulled her down into an intense kiss. Soft lips pressed down to her own in a far from gentle manner, and yet she responded with equal vigour, pulling Turles in by the hair.
Their species' aggression was not lost to them, an evident fact as tongues and teeth rushed to join in the kiss. It was not about dominance however; desire was the ruling factor and the mutual onslaught only fuelled the fire.
All too soon, Turles had pulled back, panting as she caught her breath, a faint blush on her more exotic features. With a slow blink on thick eyelashes, she peered down at the smirking face below, instantly realising it was all show. She could already smell arousal from her partner, despite the cool demeanour she kept. She bent her leg up so the top of her knee ground between her legs, the indirect contact making Radditz arch her hips up for more and toss her head back, spreading her thick hair across the sheets. Her tail flicked in agitation as Turles' leg was withdrawn, as more serious expression cast across her face.
“You've made up your mind, haven't you,” said Radditz as she noticed the change, her words more of a statement than a question. “You're going to leave.”
Unable to keep her eyes in contact with Radditz', Turles looked away as she scowled bitterly.
“And I suppose you cannot leave her highness' side, can you?” Her voice did not rise, but the underlying jealousy was not well hidden.
“You know I can't abandon princess Vegeta. She might not need me to defend her, but I am still a guardian. There are so few of us left now...” Radditz' voice faded off for a few moments, watching Turles with almost sad eyes. “I have to remain loyal after all the time I worked with her, and I think even you would in my position, Turles.”
Immediately Turles opened her mouth to deny it, but no words came. She knew Radditz was right, and that simply made her feel more guilty of leaving them. She reached down, finally looking at Radditz' face to face as she brushed a few scattered strands of hair from her brow.
“I'm still going to try. Even if Frieza does come after me, it is worth the risk if I won't have to live under him like this any more.” Her eyes shone with desperation. “I can't keep doing it. It is like living in a cage that constricts around me a little more every day.”
Radditz gave her an understanding nod, propping herself up onto one elbow as she wrapped her spare arm around Turles, hugging her to her chest; an action that went without complaint.
“I don't want you to leave,” Her voice stayed hard, completely unshaken. “but I know it is the best option, at least for you. You could start a new life... maybe even find a male saiyan. It is a big universe after all. For all we know there could be someone else out there, just another single survivor, waiting for another saiyan to come along.”
“What about you? You're adamant you want to stay here for Vegeta.”
Pulling Turles in closer, Radditz pressed her face into the chaotic spikes, inhaling the unique scent. Even compared to the rest of their little handful of survivors, she was unusual.
“Yes I am. But it will only hinder you if you took me with you. Frieza may be an arrogant enough beast to let one 'weak monkey' slip away without bothering to follow. I think he'd be less likely to follow one saiyan than two.”
“Are you sure?”
“No.”
There was a long silence between them after Radditz' definite answer. Breaking the tension between them, Radditz rubbed her palm over Turles' back, easing her up to her lips and kissing as she lifted her thigh to rub against Turles' hip. A small smile grew on Turles face as she pressed their chests together, understanding the implication of the action. Neither would say it, but each felt comforted by the warm body of the other.
Instead of kissing Turles like she expected, Radditz sat up on the bed, gripping her hips insistently and pulled her into her lap, one hand letting go to reach down and graze nails ever so lightly over her thigh, eliciting a brief whine. Twisting in defiance, Turles refused to surrender her attitude, letting her tail beat against the bed as she leant forwards to nibble at Radditz' collarbone one more. Her hands rose, stroking and cupping her breasts; one reached up to pinch a nipple to show she would not give in.
“Oh, you really want to play, don't you?”
Chuckling in amusement, Turles nodded, planting her hand on Radditz' shoulders and lunging forward to pin her to the bed.
“That I do.”
Ignoring the squirms and outcry of protest from Radditz, Turles reached out for her tail, lifting it to her lips. There were a few teasing moments of suspense before her pink little tongue darted out, parting the fur as it licked at the tip with delicate movements. A slight air of tension hovered between them for a second; each was aware of the sensitivity of Radditz' tail and how easy it would be to exploit. But Turles didn't, she let her tail graze over it as she took the end into her mouth, sucking a little; the pleasurable sensations were already having a strong effect on Radditz. Her back was arched and her scent was in the air, the enticing smell pushing Turles to proceed.
Her hands ran over a flat abdomen, thumb brushing over the curve of Radditz' navel as larger hands reached up to press against her own slender chest, highlighting the contrast between them as palms moved over gentle contours. A shiver of anticipation visibly travelled across Radditz' body as a playful hand stroked and rub at her thighs, heating her skin and causing her breath to quicken. She paused for a second as she lifted her gaze up to meet Radditz', before reaching in to squeeze her inner thigh, pushing her hips between long legs and rocking forwards. As she moved at the slow continuous pace she kept her eyes on Radditz' face, her hands caressing the smooth skin of her thighs as she made a quick kissing gesture as she could see pleasure building up from her lover's expression. Not only that, but other signs; a growing pink blush over her cheekbones and persistent shivering as her nerves were set alight.
With a smile that promised there'd be so much more, Turles drew back, reaching down to slip a pair of fingers in between her legs.
“Oh... I can feel how excited you really are.” Turles withdrew her fingers, cleaning them with long licks.
“Only because you are a teasing little bitch,” countered Radditz as she sat up, only to be stopped by Turles' insistent hands as they eased her back onto the bed. “What now?”
Not answering the question, Turles just lifted a finger to her lips, eyes gleaming as she then reached down to grasp Radditz' hips and lifted them up off the bed, letting her knees bend up against her chest. Before Radditz had a chance to complain, she turned away, straddling the back of her thighs and pinning her down with her own body, holding onto one thigh to keep it in place as she moved herself. Underneath her, Radditz raised an eyebrow as Turles' behind settled between her knees, inches from her face. She tried to move her face away as the furry tail tickled her cheek, soon moving down to her neck. The fine fur bristled against her bare neck as the appendage refused to stay still.
“Damnit...get that out of my face...” Grabbing the base of Turles' tail, Radditz moved it to point in a direction other than into her own face. The manipulation drew a soft gasp from Turles, who retaliated by leaning forwards, grasping Radditz' own tail and stroking up the length with both hands, smoothing down the fur.
Both their tails waved without control, the touches and strokes arousing each of them as they sought to outdo each other. Fingers played with the fur and palms ruffled it, each fascinated by the touch and scent of the other. Soft whimpers and the occasional yelp from something a little too rough came from them as they remained curled together.
Soon Radditz moved on further, lifting her head so she could lick Turles, tongue skimming around her clit as she teased sensitive skin. On top of her, Turles followed suit, taking a more direct approach as she licked over her with a firm touch. She twisted her tongue around Radditz' clit whilst raking her nails down the sensitive skin on the back of her thighs.
Despite the fact they couldn't see each other face to face, Radditz appreciated the closeness of Turles' choice of position; it felt good to have the weight pressing down on her, and there was the obvious benefit of being able to pleasure each other as well.
At the sudden flicking of Turles' tongue over her, she groaned, jerking her head back and spreading her hair across the pillows. Turles continued with her pleasurable actions, tongue working with a frantic skill, almost causing Radditz to lose her concentration entirely. Moving back, she sealed her lips around Turles' clit, sucking with fierce vengeance for making her lose her cool.
The extra sensation of Radditz' fingers beckoning and rubbing inside her soon brought Turles to orgasm, her entire body pausing as she came with a shudder of pleasure. Fast regaining her composure, she resumed, spreading Radditz with her fingers as she thrust her tongue in. Twisting her thumb around, she pushed and ground it against Radditz' clit, making her jerk beneath, a movement that would have thrown her off had she not had such good balance.
They both moaned as Radditz climaxed, Turles tasting her and feeling muscles tighten around her tongue. Her tail dropped in its upside down position as she tried to catch her breath in the constricting position.
Turles lifted herself off Radditz carefully, letting her legs swing back down onto the bed with a springy thump as she unfurled her entire body. She ignored the fact she was being watched as she stretched out on the bed. They lie together in silence, Turles stroking Radditz' hair. Neither wanted to bring up the sense of doom hanging between them, and Turles was already starting to consider going back on her word.
A reproachful look from Radditz stopped that train of thought- it was almost as though she knew what she was thinking already, long before she said it. Turles leant forwards, kissing her on the lips with a tender sorrow before pulling back, knowing if she lingered she'd never be able to let go.
With an immense reluctance, she turned away to get off the bed and reached down for her training suit, pulling it on. Behind her Radditz watched in silence before averting her gaze to the ceiling as she clipped on her armour. She could barely bring herself to meet Turles' eyes when her lover turned back around, but she knew it could very well be the last time she saw her. And her saiyan pride would not allow her to not look.
“You better not let Frieza catch you.” A deep scowl grew on Radditz' face. “Just don't.”
Only nodding in response, Turles leant in, kissing Radditz' cheek before turning away to the door, opening it. She lifted her scouter up to her face, switching off the communication- although it would be a way to stay in contact with the other saiyans, the chance of getting caught using it would be too high. It would be a tragedy if she were caught escaping, but if it became known the other saiyans even had a mere possibility of involvement, it could become a calamity.
“I'll be back to help.” She coiled her tail around her waist. “Regardless of the cost, I'll come back stronger to help you. And the others.”
“You don't have to come back.”
Batting the words away with a wave of her hand, she shook her head, refusing to look back as she opened the door, quickly checking the corridor.
“I'm going to get stronger. I'll gain power. I will find a way and I'll get revenge on Frieza for enslaving us.” Her fists clenched at her sides, her entire body shaking with determination. “I will see you then.”
Those last few steps she took out of the door was the last Radditz ever saw of her.
Fandom: Dragonball Z
Characters/Pairing: girl!Radditzxgirl!Turles
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2451
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any of its characters.
Warnings/Notes: First (potentially horrible) attempt at yuri/femmeslash. Sorry. Genderbending. Also, I am aware there is absolutely no connection with Turles and Frieza (aside from the scouter, but whether that is common technology or not will determine that) so there is a fanon warning too. :P
Written for SlaughterChichi's birthday; the story is based in her “Parallel Reflections” miniverse with girl!Goku and girl!Vegeta and I'm simply expanding on the genderswaps in the saiyans and doing a bit of guest intruder writing.
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Running her hands over smooth skin of her lover beneath, Turles could not help admire her form. Lavish long hair splayed over the thin white sheets, already a little rumpled, and her taller body was more curved than Turles' own lean, almost boyish, athletic form. As she reached Radditz' breasts, she squeezed gently before pressing their bodies together, lips caressing her collarbone. A small twinge of envy passed through her as she noted the physical features she found attracting her were ones she lacked; the long flowing dark hair and curved softer frame. Her tail unfurled from her waist as she moved closer, its fur brushing past that of Radditz' own as it lay in plain sight on the sheet.
Cushioned by the larger body beneath her, she let her tongue dart out to taste the hint of salt on her skin whilst hands stroked over her own back with a lazy grace. She peered up at Radditz' face with a smirk of amusement, one hand lifting up from her breast and threading its slender fingers into her hair, slow moving as though to savour the texture.
The covers rustled as Turles shifted onto her knees, straddling one of Radditz' thighs as she balanced precariously over her longer body to reach for her flushed cheek. At the feel of the warm skin under her fingertips her smirk only intensified, eyes twinkling in the dim semi-light.
“Why am I so funny this time?” huffed Radditz, folding her arms under her breasts as she tried to put on a look of disapproval.
“Oh, you aren't funny.” said Turles as she brushed her hands over Radditz' overlapping forearms, the fine hairs tickling her fingers and palms, before grasping them and teasing them open. “You just excite rather easily.”
Unfurling her arms of her own volition, Radditz gave Turles a withering look as she reached up to cup her cheek, thumb stroking at the darker skin before her other arm hooked around her neck and pulled her down into an intense kiss. Soft lips pressed down to her own in a far from gentle manner, and yet she responded with equal vigour, pulling Turles in by the hair.
Their species' aggression was not lost to them, an evident fact as tongues and teeth rushed to join in the kiss. It was not about dominance however; desire was the ruling factor and the mutual onslaught only fuelled the fire.
All too soon, Turles had pulled back, panting as she caught her breath, a faint blush on her more exotic features. With a slow blink on thick eyelashes, she peered down at the smirking face below, instantly realising it was all show. She could already smell arousal from her partner, despite the cool demeanour she kept. She bent her leg up so the top of her knee ground between her legs, the indirect contact making Radditz arch her hips up for more and toss her head back, spreading her thick hair across the sheets. Her tail flicked in agitation as Turles' leg was withdrawn, as more serious expression cast across her face.
“You've made up your mind, haven't you,” said Radditz as she noticed the change, her words more of a statement than a question. “You're going to leave.”
Unable to keep her eyes in contact with Radditz', Turles looked away as she scowled bitterly.
“And I suppose you cannot leave her highness' side, can you?” Her voice did not rise, but the underlying jealousy was not well hidden.
“You know I can't abandon princess Vegeta. She might not need me to defend her, but I am still a guardian. There are so few of us left now...” Radditz' voice faded off for a few moments, watching Turles with almost sad eyes. “I have to remain loyal after all the time I worked with her, and I think even you would in my position, Turles.”
Immediately Turles opened her mouth to deny it, but no words came. She knew Radditz was right, and that simply made her feel more guilty of leaving them. She reached down, finally looking at Radditz' face to face as she brushed a few scattered strands of hair from her brow.
“I'm still going to try. Even if Frieza does come after me, it is worth the risk if I won't have to live under him like this any more.” Her eyes shone with desperation. “I can't keep doing it. It is like living in a cage that constricts around me a little more every day.”
Radditz gave her an understanding nod, propping herself up onto one elbow as she wrapped her spare arm around Turles, hugging her to her chest; an action that went without complaint.
“I don't want you to leave,” Her voice stayed hard, completely unshaken. “but I know it is the best option, at least for you. You could start a new life... maybe even find a male saiyan. It is a big universe after all. For all we know there could be someone else out there, just another single survivor, waiting for another saiyan to come along.”
“What about you? You're adamant you want to stay here for Vegeta.”
Pulling Turles in closer, Radditz pressed her face into the chaotic spikes, inhaling the unique scent. Even compared to the rest of their little handful of survivors, she was unusual.
“Yes I am. But it will only hinder you if you took me with you. Frieza may be an arrogant enough beast to let one 'weak monkey' slip away without bothering to follow. I think he'd be less likely to follow one saiyan than two.”
“Are you sure?”
“No.”
There was a long silence between them after Radditz' definite answer. Breaking the tension between them, Radditz rubbed her palm over Turles' back, easing her up to her lips and kissing as she lifted her thigh to rub against Turles' hip. A small smile grew on Turles face as she pressed their chests together, understanding the implication of the action. Neither would say it, but each felt comforted by the warm body of the other.
Instead of kissing Turles like she expected, Radditz sat up on the bed, gripping her hips insistently and pulled her into her lap, one hand letting go to reach down and graze nails ever so lightly over her thigh, eliciting a brief whine. Twisting in defiance, Turles refused to surrender her attitude, letting her tail beat against the bed as she leant forwards to nibble at Radditz' collarbone one more. Her hands rose, stroking and cupping her breasts; one reached up to pinch a nipple to show she would not give in.
“Oh, you really want to play, don't you?”
Chuckling in amusement, Turles nodded, planting her hand on Radditz' shoulders and lunging forward to pin her to the bed.
“That I do.”
Ignoring the squirms and outcry of protest from Radditz, Turles reached out for her tail, lifting it to her lips. There were a few teasing moments of suspense before her pink little tongue darted out, parting the fur as it licked at the tip with delicate movements. A slight air of tension hovered between them for a second; each was aware of the sensitivity of Radditz' tail and how easy it would be to exploit. But Turles didn't, she let her tail graze over it as she took the end into her mouth, sucking a little; the pleasurable sensations were already having a strong effect on Radditz. Her back was arched and her scent was in the air, the enticing smell pushing Turles to proceed.
Her hands ran over a flat abdomen, thumb brushing over the curve of Radditz' navel as larger hands reached up to press against her own slender chest, highlighting the contrast between them as palms moved over gentle contours. A shiver of anticipation visibly travelled across Radditz' body as a playful hand stroked and rub at her thighs, heating her skin and causing her breath to quicken. She paused for a second as she lifted her gaze up to meet Radditz', before reaching in to squeeze her inner thigh, pushing her hips between long legs and rocking forwards. As she moved at the slow continuous pace she kept her eyes on Radditz' face, her hands caressing the smooth skin of her thighs as she made a quick kissing gesture as she could see pleasure building up from her lover's expression. Not only that, but other signs; a growing pink blush over her cheekbones and persistent shivering as her nerves were set alight.
With a smile that promised there'd be so much more, Turles drew back, reaching down to slip a pair of fingers in between her legs.
“Oh... I can feel how excited you really are.” Turles withdrew her fingers, cleaning them with long licks.
“Only because you are a teasing little bitch,” countered Radditz as she sat up, only to be stopped by Turles' insistent hands as they eased her back onto the bed. “What now?”
Not answering the question, Turles just lifted a finger to her lips, eyes gleaming as she then reached down to grasp Radditz' hips and lifted them up off the bed, letting her knees bend up against her chest. Before Radditz had a chance to complain, she turned away, straddling the back of her thighs and pinning her down with her own body, holding onto one thigh to keep it in place as she moved herself. Underneath her, Radditz raised an eyebrow as Turles' behind settled between her knees, inches from her face. She tried to move her face away as the furry tail tickled her cheek, soon moving down to her neck. The fine fur bristled against her bare neck as the appendage refused to stay still.
“Damnit...get that out of my face...” Grabbing the base of Turles' tail, Radditz moved it to point in a direction other than into her own face. The manipulation drew a soft gasp from Turles, who retaliated by leaning forwards, grasping Radditz' own tail and stroking up the length with both hands, smoothing down the fur.
Both their tails waved without control, the touches and strokes arousing each of them as they sought to outdo each other. Fingers played with the fur and palms ruffled it, each fascinated by the touch and scent of the other. Soft whimpers and the occasional yelp from something a little too rough came from them as they remained curled together.
Soon Radditz moved on further, lifting her head so she could lick Turles, tongue skimming around her clit as she teased sensitive skin. On top of her, Turles followed suit, taking a more direct approach as she licked over her with a firm touch. She twisted her tongue around Radditz' clit whilst raking her nails down the sensitive skin on the back of her thighs.
Despite the fact they couldn't see each other face to face, Radditz appreciated the closeness of Turles' choice of position; it felt good to have the weight pressing down on her, and there was the obvious benefit of being able to pleasure each other as well.
At the sudden flicking of Turles' tongue over her, she groaned, jerking her head back and spreading her hair across the pillows. Turles continued with her pleasurable actions, tongue working with a frantic skill, almost causing Radditz to lose her concentration entirely. Moving back, she sealed her lips around Turles' clit, sucking with fierce vengeance for making her lose her cool.
The extra sensation of Radditz' fingers beckoning and rubbing inside her soon brought Turles to orgasm, her entire body pausing as she came with a shudder of pleasure. Fast regaining her composure, she resumed, spreading Radditz with her fingers as she thrust her tongue in. Twisting her thumb around, she pushed and ground it against Radditz' clit, making her jerk beneath, a movement that would have thrown her off had she not had such good balance.
They both moaned as Radditz climaxed, Turles tasting her and feeling muscles tighten around her tongue. Her tail dropped in its upside down position as she tried to catch her breath in the constricting position.
Turles lifted herself off Radditz carefully, letting her legs swing back down onto the bed with a springy thump as she unfurled her entire body. She ignored the fact she was being watched as she stretched out on the bed. They lie together in silence, Turles stroking Radditz' hair. Neither wanted to bring up the sense of doom hanging between them, and Turles was already starting to consider going back on her word.
A reproachful look from Radditz stopped that train of thought- it was almost as though she knew what she was thinking already, long before she said it. Turles leant forwards, kissing her on the lips with a tender sorrow before pulling back, knowing if she lingered she'd never be able to let go.
With an immense reluctance, she turned away to get off the bed and reached down for her training suit, pulling it on. Behind her Radditz watched in silence before averting her gaze to the ceiling as she clipped on her armour. She could barely bring herself to meet Turles' eyes when her lover turned back around, but she knew it could very well be the last time she saw her. And her saiyan pride would not allow her to not look.
“You better not let Frieza catch you.” A deep scowl grew on Radditz' face. “Just don't.”
Only nodding in response, Turles leant in, kissing Radditz' cheek before turning away to the door, opening it. She lifted her scouter up to her face, switching off the communication- although it would be a way to stay in contact with the other saiyans, the chance of getting caught using it would be too high. It would be a tragedy if she were caught escaping, but if it became known the other saiyans even had a mere possibility of involvement, it could become a calamity.
“I'll be back to help.” She coiled her tail around her waist. “Regardless of the cost, I'll come back stronger to help you. And the others.”
“You don't have to come back.”
Batting the words away with a wave of her hand, she shook her head, refusing to look back as she opened the door, quickly checking the corridor.
“I'm going to get stronger. I'll gain power. I will find a way and I'll get revenge on Frieza for enslaving us.” Her fists clenched at her sides, her entire body shaking with determination. “I will see you then.”
Those last few steps she took out of the door was the last Radditz ever saw of her.