#raditz in hell

(I've given you the name Yasha- just because I don't like typing Y/N over and over- please forgive me <_< also this will be on AO3 later this week.)

SMUT, 18+ /MASTURBATION/ KISSING

Part 1

Yeah.

Hell sucked.

Keeping his body was an extra perk, but in all honesty, it hadn't made anything better for Raditz. Big empty fields of nothing and dry rotting trees graced The landscape before him. The idea of making friends was out of reach- he was never a sociable person. Vegeta had beaten any of the social butterfly Gines DNA had given him out with excessive bullying of his character. And now, after being defeated by a NAMEKIAN, he wasn't about to go and share his entire life story, or even name with any individual in this hell hole. Word seemed to spread quickly around here, and he didn't need people knowing how much of a pussy he had been. He didn't need to be bullied in the after life AS WELL.

Raditz put up camp by a tree, shedding his now unnecessary armour. What a worthless life he had lived, he thought. How entirely pointless his existence had been, especially being a lackey almost his entire life after Planet Vegeta had been destroyed. He slouched slightly and mumbled cursewords to himself under his breath, a sickening feeling growing in his stomach. Kakarot- He was dead too. But he certainly wasn't here. The goody goody was probably in some form of heaven, having the time of his life. The thought irritated him.

Weeks passed, feeling like mere days with Raditz barely eating or sleeping. Night, hunger and exhaustion were not things your body needed or craved in the afterlife, and it gave way to a very boring existence. He took up his time punching the air, throwing ki blasts at the tree he had taken up camp by. He rarely saw anyone else. On the odd occasion there would be a wandering soul or Hell Attendant, but that was all. Until that after noon, that was.

She was a Saiyan, that much was clear. Her tail coiled around her middle, her hair dark and spiked like his own. He gave her a cryptic look and stood straighter. He towered above her- but not by as much as he would have previously thought. The Saiyan woman gave him a slight smirk.

"Another Saiyan, huh? No surprises there. We all belong in hell." She said, eyeing up his stature and figure. "Nice hair. Impressive."

Raditz was slightly dumbstruck. He hadnt spoken to another person in weeks, and certainly not a female. She had a well rounded chest and hips too- he wandered if you still had certain... needs after being dead.

"Thank you?" He said, the world's tumbling off of his tongue in a clumsy manner.

The womans smirk spread wider. "Aha."

Raditz gave her a quick and polite once over, before a frown settled on his face. "So did you die in the explosion on Planet Vegeta?"

The woman shook her head. "No. But I am sorry to hear of that. What a waste."

Raditz cocked his head. "Yeah-" he didn't entirely care. But he was curious. He had never seen her type of armour before. It was definetly Saiyan- but not from a period he knew of. "What did you die of, then?"

"Another Saiyan." She grinned. "We were at war with eachother before your generation somehow managed to get enslaved."

Raditz sneered. "I would rather be enslaved than killed by my own people."

The woman tousled her hair, completely unphased. "Mm. Of course you would. Word has it that you were Prince Vegeta the fourths little lackey- but you aren't little at all."

Raditz was thrown through a loop at this insult/compliment. "What? How did you-"

She laughed. "I know your father."

"Father is here..?" Raditz eyes went wide.

"He is." She watched his face contort through a series of emotions. Raditz decided he would push for details- Bardock would most likely be ashamed of his behaviour.

"Back to my question. Who are you?" He crossed his arms defensively over his bare chest.

"Yasha." She stuck a hand out. "Nice to meet you."

"Yasha-" He repeated, not accepting her hand shake.

She scowled slightly and returned her arm to her side. "Yeah. From before the Vegetas were even royalty. I was part of the war against the kindhearted on our planet Sadala."

Raditz was taken aback slightly. Looking at her, he had presumed she was one of the kindhearted. She had a soft face and gentle features- until she scowled. "Ah. I see."

"The first woman to achieve the art of Super Saiyan."

Raditz tail twitched. "Super....Saiyan?"

Yasha nodded. "Mhm."

"That's real!?"

She nodded again. "Do you want to see?" She couldn't resist a little showing off. After all, she had been stuck here for hundreds of years in her 27 year old body.

Raditz nodded vehemently, stepping back cautiously. He had only heard of the immense power a Super Saiyan could hold.

Yasha took a stand with her feet apart, her fists raised and clenched. She began to power up, her yells shrill and piercing. Raditz flinched, shielding his eyes from the bright yellow light that dawned from the woman's body, turning her hair an almost white shade of blonde. Her tail too had joined her in this spontaneous colour change, whipping around as she grinned with pride from inside her aura.

Raditz breath was hitched in his chest, his amazement freezing him in place. He was in total awe, at both the transformation and display of power.

"You...you changed-" he spluttered, his heart still pounding in his ears.

Yasha laughed. "I would hope so. That's part of become a Super Saiyan."

"Would... would you teach me to do that?" He gasped, kneeling at her feet as if she were some sort of idol or god. She gave him a confused look.

"If you want. I don't have anything better to do. Doesn't mean you'll ever achieve it, though. Bare that in mind."

...

Weeks passed. Weeks turned to months. Raditz was become more powerful by the day but still could not reach the level of a Super Saiyan, or transform. It didnt make any sense.

"This is ridiculous!" He panted, leaning on his knees as sweat dripped from his nose. "I'm pushing the limits of my very being and I'm still not even close!"

Yasha laughed, and powered down from their latest sparring session. "I did warn you."

"You did." He affirmed, wiping his face on the back of his hand. "I was a fool to even try."

Yasha had grown accustomed to his self pitying, self bullying ways. She rolled her eyes. "You don't know if you don't try."

Raditz grinned. He too had become used to Yashas all knowing wise words. "You said that last week."

"You complained in the exact same way last week." She shrugged, walking over to brush hairs from his cheek that had stuck to his sweat.

"You ought to tie this up when fighting." She commented.

He could feel her breath on his cheek, she was so close. His gut flip flopped, his eyes travelling down to her chest. Her armour was made for a woman- it shower off the good parts. She looked both strong and feminine and it had been rising the poor man up for weeks. Her cleavage heaved as she took breaths, her hip cocked as she inspecting his face and hair. He was snapped out of it when she suddenly rooted a hairband from her pocket and scooted round to attempt tying his hair.

"Hey! Leave my hair alone! I like it down!" He protested.

She ignored him, successfully twisting his long mane into a pony tail. "See? Much better."

He shook his head, feeling the weight of the hair be seemingly taken off his shoulders. It did feel.... better. He grumbled a thank you and crossed his arms. Yasha shook her head. "Ready to go again?"

...

Raditz hated it when she somehow got him pinned. She was barely half his weight yet she could keep him on the ground with one arm tied behind her back, literally.

Yasha taunted his as he laid beneath her, a sliver of blood trailing from his mouth where he had bitten his tongue in the impact. "Sh-shut up!" He growled.

Yasha felt his energy spike. She grinned. "Make me."

Raditz thrashed, grabbing her thigh with his tail in am attempt to throw her off. He failed, again. "This isn't fair!"

Yasha smiled sweetly. "Try and use another method. Use your cunning."

Raditz pursed his lips and thought for a moment, still straining slightly against her grip. His cunning? He could be cunning and conniving, and even smart. But right now nothing seemed like it would work.

"Look over there!" He yelled.

"That won't work." She sighed, pushing him down harder as a sick form of punishment. He winced and tensed, his dark eyes connecting with her glowing green ones, then travelling down to her smirking lips.

That was it! The number one thing to throw her off guard was-

He darted closer and kissed her on the mouth, her smirk being replaced with a hated but surprised look. He pulled away, taking the opportunity to throw her aside. She hit the tree with a thud. That was the first hit he had EVER gotten on her. He grinned.

Yasha stood. "That's playing dirty!" She complained, wiping her mouth as if she had eaten something disgusting.

Raditz laughed and resumed a fighting stance. "You said to use my cunning, and I did."

She gave him a sour look. "Disgusting." She spat, before launching at him with a look of fury.

Hell hath no fury like a woman kissed without permission-

Raditz was very very glad he could not die a second death, but Yasha made him wish he could. She pummelled him with angry fists and ki blasts full of anger. "ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING!" She reiterated, roaring in rage. Raditz flew away with a cheeky grin, trying to block and evade to no avail. "I'm sorry!" He wailed, being beaten into a cliffside, the rocks around him crackling and falling away with the impact of his body.

She pulled one last punch and stopped, her hand pressed against his throat, holding his against the rocks. "Dumb ass!" She snapped, tiptoeing up to return the favour he had given to her.. but far softer and more calculated. Her kiss melted the pain from his body and settled a warmth in his stomach. She pulled back for a moment.

"Ha~ wha~?" Raditz began, his eyes lidded and eyebrows raised.

She sighed in frustration and kissed him again, this time letting her hands rest on his burly chest. Raditz was lost in a fog of need, his Saiyan instincts taking over. His hands found her waist, settling on the dips on her hips as he deepened the kiss to another more passionate level.

He hadn't kissed a girl since he was a teenager. Being a pillaged and soldier didn't give time for such leisurely things. But he had had plenty of sex- he just hadn't romance those women. They were cheap off world hookers often present at the Princes birthday.

Yashas tail brushed his bulge, then wrapped around his thigh, leaving his lower body tingling. He pulled back to breathe, strings of hot saliva still keeping them attached. Her tongue was soft and pink, slightly poking from her mouth as she panted for air, gazing up at him with a dazed look. Raditz purred inwardly, darting back for more- and then she punched him. Hard in the gut. Hard enough to have him cough blood and keel over.

"That's what you get!" Grinned Yasha, an evil look passing behind her previously glazed eyes. "Don't EVER jilt a woman like that."

Raditz groaned, nursing both his ruptured organs and a stiff boner. "I'm.. sOrRy-"

...

Raditz waddled to his bed that night, within the carved casm he had created in the giant wilting tree. 'Typical Saiyan Women', he thought.' Playing hard to get.'

He settled in his bed, stripping to his boxers and shifting beneath the covers.

SMUT AHEAD. 18+ ONLY PLEASE!

He grumbled as he adjusted himself under the cotton shorts, his balls aching from the encounter earlier that day. His stomach had healed, but his ego and neediness had NOT. He fished his length out from under the waist band and began stroking it to ease some tension that had balled up in his gut.

"Stupid woman." He scowled, before his head fell back. He started pumping at a good pace, thinking of the hot kisses they had shared. He pictured her beneath him, whimpering and begging him to go faster, harder.

Raditz groaned as he picked up speed, his hips twitching in unison to catch more friction. His tail looped around his balls, giving him the sensation of a lifetime. "Yasha~" He murmered, before coating his stomach with his own seed.

Then he turned red. "Oh. Gross-"

SMUT END.