Frosting Chronicles
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Frosting Chronicles
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Sex.
Humor. Mpreg.
School bashing.
Set in the: More of Us universe.
accidentally changed himself into part woman.
I don’t own anything (except Bardock,
Goten’s uterus.)
~~~***
breathing if not for the sheer rage he felt building inside of him.
of them actually presumed to be stronger than them. To be more stubborn than them.
(And never mind the fact that she had a good fifty hulking guards
standing behind her.) She was neither.
“You
have no room to bargain in this,” Vegeta said.
He didn’t even pause in glaring at her to notice that Bardock had
stopped staring at the woman in murderous fury and started inching
backwards. Teeth bared, growling under
hreatreath. “The royal laws are subject
to review by the Royals. And seeing how
I am that royal your meaningless law is just that. Nothing.”
“You
would toss aside a hundred years of history because I hurt your feelings?”
“That
would be presuming that I have feelings,” his father said, “And I do not recall
anyone insinuating that.”
Trunks
watched Bardock turn, felt something inside of him that turned the ragged edges
of his ki dark like Vegeta’s was, and then he was gone.
in their family, someone older than Bulla had given them permission to take
her?
“Looks
like your sons don’t even stand still and listen to you bore them.”
let her bruised mouth bleed without wiping it clean. “Perhaps we should settle this as decreed by our
forefathers. A dual between two of our
subjects.”
“Bring
my sons out where I can see them. Give
them back to me and then we will settle mat matter of my daughter.”
“Not
good enough,” the woman snapped, “We need the breeding stock.
reaching the dangerous level of inbreeding.”
Vegeta
did not look impressed. Trunks wondered
why he didn’t just kill the woman, and then figured that if they defeated her
in battle it would serve as a rder der to all those that served under her that
she was a spineless bitch.
“If
your warrior wins you may have my daughter.
When my warrior wins I expect compensation.”
“Fine.”
didn’t understand in the least, and the crowds parted, one particularly
oversized idiot came to the front. Two
smaller, faster ones went back into the ship—presumably to get Vegita and
Kakarot.
Trunks
looked at his father as he turned his head just a few centimeters and gave Goku
a look. Of course he was going to use
his mate, because there was nobody in the entire universe that could surpass
him. Even Bardock, for all his fury,
had not reached the level of power that his mother had.
felt Goten’s hand fist in his shirt.
“He’s
found him,” Goten whispered to him, “I think Bardock is going to kill him this
time.”
The
bitch was back in front of them, obnoxiously arrogant and she motioned to the
two littlest, who were fighting their captors as they were being propelled
across the open space between the crowd of guards and them.
“And
to whom would I be speaking now?” Vegeta asked. He didn’t sound like he cared in the least.
“My
name is Tanna.”
Vegeta
motioned Goku forward, stepped back, beckoned his two youngest sons to his
side, and they came, stood very still next to him, and growled low in their
throats at the crowd of Saiyans. Sons
of the Prince never took kindly to being treated like commoners.
“The
fight will end when one of them is no longer able to fight.”
the air, crossed her legs and looked every inch a royal-bitch.
“Right
now,” Goten whispered to him, “Gogeta’s dying.
He’s everywhere, like he’s betorntorn apart. Something… Bardock’s just
getting stronger.” The hand fisted in
the back of Trunks’ shirt moved, took his hand, pressed it to the small of
Goten’s back. “It hurts,” he said very
lowly.
Trunks
warmed his hand up with ki and kept it right there, felt the tightening under
his palm. Grit his teeth tight together
and turned back to face the battlefield.
Grappa was attempting to land punches (he could not kick because his legs
were too big) and Goku was effortlessly avoiding it. Tanna was yawning, tapping her long fingers against her lips.
Vegeta
cleared his throat. Goku turned, looked
at him, and then sighed. Caught the
next fist that came at him, held onto it as he started to kick, over and over
again, straight to the chest, the face.
Released the meaty hand, moved back, brought his hands together, charged
them up and then let the power release as he shouted: “Kamehameha!”
punches. Knocked Grappa down.
Waited.
Tanna
was standing up now. Frowning and
cursing in her language. Pointing and
spitting at Grappa. Trunks couldn’t
understand it but the words had to be something similar to ‘worthless piece of
horseshit’ because Grappa moved back to his meaty feet and tried to stand
against Goku again. Not for long,
because Vegeta made a simple motion with his hand, and Goku knocked the larger
one down again.
Fight
over. Victory to the Prince.
Tanna
frowned. Spoke in her tongue.
a girl was brought out, gnashing her teeth and kicking arobarobably would have
been screaming if not for the odd looking device strapped to her throat.
Vegeta. “Take it.
things.”
Vegeta
took the girl, grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him, held her even as
she tried to bitm.
Tanna. “Fighting now would be a waste
of Saiyan blood,” he said, “I will give you three days to come up with warriors
to fight. Three of your best.
“You
cannot mean that you will fight yourself,” Tanna snapped.
Vegeta
smirked. “Three days.”
~~~**
When
Bardock met up with them again—on their way back to Capsule Corp—his arms were
bloody straight up to his elbows. He
had blood smeared across his face, and he was shaking in unfulfilled rage
still. He moved past his mother and his
brothers and went directly to his father.
Stared at the girl that was still fighting against Vegeta’s grip on her
arm. “What’s that?”
“Hey,
Vegeta, you could let her go, you know,” that was Goku, standing at his mate’s
side. “I mean, you don’t have to hold
her like that.”
“I’m
going to take her to Bulma and see if the woman can remove whatever is around
her throat,” and then he looked at his son, “We won her.
them.” Nothing was said of where
Bardock had been, or what blood was on him.
Nobody even asked. Or wanted to
know.
Goten
was wilting at his side, and Trunks cleared his throat, brought everyone out of
their own personal drama and turned their attention back to the most important
drama. His sibling and his parents
turned to look at him, and at Goten who was in his arms, head resting against
his shoulder.
Vegeta
narrowed his eyes and then sighed heavily.
“Lets go,” he said. And they all
moved much quicker, the little ones and Trunks in the middle of a sub-conscious
defensive circle. Vegeta leading them,
Bardock behind them. Bulla and Takashi
on either side and above and below them, Goku and Gohan.
It
took only a few moments to get them back to the Capsule building, and Bulma was
outside waiting for them. She stared at
the new addition—the female that was trying to jerk away from Vegeta, and kept
looking over her mostly-naked shoulder at Goten. She kept moving her lips and fighting the restraints that held
her hands together.
“What’s Trunks Goten
happening?” Bulma asked.
carried Goten past her, heard Vegeta say a few quick sentences to his mother,
and didn’t pause long enough to listen.
Heard a sound of someone shouting, and then feet—bare feet—chasing after
him. The wild-looking girl was there,
raised her hands and shook them, motioned to them with her head and looked
desperate.
raised his hand, wrapped his hand around the small chain between the cuffs,
tightened his hand and crushed it.
Breathed heavily and even as Trunks laid him down in the lab—on the
table—he was curling up into a ball, arms on his waist, panting.
choker-thing off her neck, didn’t wince when it started to bleed and chattered
out something. Not in their languagep>
“I
don’t understand you…” Trunks said.
She
looked at Goten, waited for him to look back at her and started to breath.
out. Until Goten did the same.
waist, circled his stomach twice, and he went completely limp.
“WHAT
THE FUCK?!” Trunks shouted, grabbed her around the throat, shoved her up
against a wall even as she raised her hands up and shook her head, tried to
tell him what she had done. But he
didn’t understand the bitch and whatever the hell she had just done to Goten
had knocked him out.
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“Wait,
wait!” Bulla shouted. She grabbed
Trunks’ elbow—on the arm that held the bitch to the wall.
Dad! I think they speak the old
language!”
Vegeta
entered the room, started speaking in a language that Trunks didn’t
understand. But he loosened his fingers
from around the bitch’s neck. Listened
to her chatter back. Vegeta repeated
part of it. She nodded.
him. “She’s not going to hurt him.
“That’st cot comforting,” Trunks said.
At
the same time Bulla snapped: “We don’t own anyone.”
The
girl tried to move past Trunks, found that he was not going to let her move,
and turned to look at Vegeta, bowed her head, and then dipped down to her
knees. Chattered on in that language of
theirs.
“Trunks,”
Vegeta said, “She’s had kids before.
And she’s seen others give birth.
She knows what she’s doing. Let
her help Goten.” He said something to
her. They didn’t name her
because she was born with bad blood.”
Bulla
spit out a curse word or two and pushed Trunks out of the way, helped the
unnamed one to her feet and ripped a part of her own shirt to wipe the blood
away from the girl—she was really a woman—‘s neck. Let her go over to Goten’s side, and she rubbed her hands over
his waist, started to sing. Kept
running her hands in endless circles.
Bardock
stood in the doorway behind his father.
Still bloody everywhere. “What
are we going to do with her?”
Vegeta
didn’t say anything for a long time as he watched her.
words she was singing, they could all tell by the way the Prince responded to
them that there was sorrow in them. And
the way she sang, with such a pure, lilting voice, so sadly, and the way she
stared at Goten, they all knew without even having to understand her that she
too had been a mother once.
“Mate
her,” Vegeta said, “Keep her away from those bastards.”
“Mate
her?” Bulla demanded. “To whom?
Trunks
wanted to tell her. That being mated
wasn’t a bad thing. That, as one who
was mated, everything in life was easier to face to know that there was someone
attached to you in a way that could never, ever be broken.
they didn’t take in this girl that she might be taken away again, and as he
listened to her sing, and watched the way she touched his mate, he wanted to
tell Bulla that this girl had lost babies before.
“To
whomever she chooses,” Vegeta said, “Just as long as its one of your
brothers.” He cleared his throat, spoke
to the girl. Waited for her to nod, but
she never stopped her hands. Then he
cleared his throat again and pointed the two of the brood out of the room.
getting stronger and angrier inside their mother because Goten has been forced
to witness shocking things. But if the
little ones are not kept calm that he will go into labor.”
Trunks
nodded. Watched his father turn and
walk out of the room. Wanted to thank
him. But didn’t.
sleeping. Watched the girl singing and
feeling her heartbreak.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~**
Oh.
Joe.
Trunks:
Sigh. At least I’m not so much
an asshole.
Goten:
*snore*
Unnamed one:
*sticks tongue out *
Pixy:
I
would love to kile bie bitch. But,
alas, it is not so simple.
Getarian:
*Is
biting tongue to keep from spilling forth spoilers in response to all of
comments made. * All I can say is:
And
thanks for the permission to take some of your ideas. I might just do that.
Kidnapping is illegal, after all, but if you give me permission it’s
okay.