Frosting Chronicles
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Frosting Chronicles
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Sex. Humor. Mpreg. Purring.
School bashing.
Set in the: More of Us universe. Wherein Goku wished
to make more Saiyans and accidentally changed himself into part woman.
I don’t own anything (except Bardock, Takashi,
Vegita, Kakarot, Bulla & Goten’s uterus.)
~~~***
They convened in the
kitchen. One very bloody Bardock.
Bulma had gone to the lab with Trunks, Goten and the girl with no name.
All
the Saiyans regarded each other.
“Three
days,” Goku said, “Do you think they’ll come up with a way to win in three
days?”
“They
might be all Saiyans, but none of them were Super Saiyans,” that was Gohan, “My
question is which three of us are going to be fighting.”
“Myself,
Bardock and Trunks,” Vegeta said.
“Hey!
“Because
I’m the Prince,” Vegeta said, “And you’re not fighting.
leaving him without someone to guard him.”
Bulla
sighed heavily. “I don’t see how mating
that girl is going to help her any.”
She put her hands on her hips. “Its demeaning. First she was passed around like trash, and now you’re going to
mate her off as fast as you can.”
“Shut
up, Bulla,” Bardock said. He crossed
his blood arms over his chest and frowned.
Stayed close to the door to the lab, kept looking back into the room
even as he steeped in his anger. When
she tried to speak again he glared at her.
Her eyes dropped down to the blood on his arms and she didn’t say
anything.
Trunks
stepped into the room and looked at his oldest brother.
stared and then said: “Goten wants you.”
And took Bardock’s place in the doorway to the lab, crossed his arms
over his chest like his father and looked at the rest of them.
Everyone
turned to look at Vegeta, except Goku who stood behind his mate, tail curled
around his wrist. He glared at all his
children from behind their father and made it known that despite what might be
said not a single one of them should even attempt to blame their father.
“It
was not uncommon for weak Saiyans to be born into families.
were either killed or banished.” A
pause. And then: “But just because they
were weak it did not mean that their children would be weak.
“How’d
they get so big and stupid?” Vegita asked.
“Yeah,”
Kakarot added, “They’re so stupid you could kick them in the balls and it
didn’t hurt.”
“How
come we aren’t huge like that?”
Vegeta
snorted. “Because you aren’t inbred.”
~~~**
Goten
woke up to the girl singing. Felt her
hands on his stomach, lightly rubbing in endless circles, and that was nice,
but it made him feel very lethargic as he opened his eyes and saw Trunks.
exhaustion was all encompassing and his muscles did not want to cooperate.
moments of attempting.
“Not
much,” Trunks told him, “You weren’t asleep for very long.”
Goten
blinked again and saw Bardock standing in thorwaorway.
Gogeta and how Gogeta’s ki was gone now.
Knew that blood belonged to his brother, and had to know what had
happened. So he gathered up all his
energy and managed out a bare: “Bardock.”
Spared a moment to hope Trunks didn’t get the wrong idea, but his mate
didn’t. He stood up, kissed his
forehead and went to get Bardock.
And
the oldest of the brood came. Sat in
the chair next to Goten, and looked at him.
Dark eyes looked at his for a moment and then down, at his hands.
Goten could remember. Sighed.
“Happened?”
was all Goten could manage to get out.
He listened to the girl’s song, how sad it was and wondered what she was
singing about.
Bardock
cleared his throat. Sighed.
brother out of thinly slitted eyelids.
“You know that Mom went to Gogeta first this morning…
something like pain. A film of tears
were in Bardock’s eyes for the very first time, and more than that—so much
more—there was rage that turned the edges of his ki black like Vegeta’s.
He begged me to. On his hands
and his knees. He begged.
out across the whole universe, to make him pay for letting them take Bulla and
the littles. But…
I just held him. He tore himself
apart, and I held him as he died. As he
begged me to kill him.” A curling of
bloodied fists and Bardock looked at Goten, and the expression softened.
tried to turn away, Goten grabbed his wrist.
“Kill
the bitch,” he whispered. Then his eyes
fluttered closed and he was asleep once more.
~~~**
It
was the Prince that finally came to get her.
Speaking her language—no, his language, because he was the Prince and
she was just his subject. Told her to
leave the pregnant one to his mate, and she followed him outside.
over his chest. Bowed before him, and
waited for him to speak.
“Where
are they from?”
She
curled her hands into fists, gathered up all her hate.
remember, she pulled it all up tight inside of her until she was shaking from
it. Until she could remember the feel
of every single man that had ever used her.
See and hear them as they took her babies and slaughtered them and
gorged on their blood. As she saw that
Tanna bitch, endlessly laughing.
Remembered the scars on her thighs and knew that the Prince could see
them because she was given only enough cloth to cover the essentials before she
had been gotten rid of. “They are the
scattered ones,” she ground out, “Those that were banished.
is she the leader?”
named her leader.” Thought of how they
had scoured all the universe looking for more of their kind.
bred themselves into stupidity. They
needed the new blood. Needed to weed
out those that were born bad. Tanna
didn’t breed—couldn’t. But she could
seek out the lost ones of their kind until they had kidnapped and raped and
taken every Saiyan back. Except
these. Except the Prince and his
children. “She is a warrior.”
could breed, and those that could not.
Breeders were normally treated with high amounts of res and and pampered
and loved, and most often, the warrior-women were murdered by their male
counterparts.
“And
you are?”
“Nothing.”
“I
will not give you back to them.”
She
looked at him. Stared.
alone she would give him whatever he wanted of her—and here he stood, defending
her. As if she was…worth it.
He
kept his distance, but she felt him looking at her, and then an odd expression
crossed his face. “They never broke
you,” is what he said. Proudly.
at her—at her barely covered body and her scars and her worthless flesh—and he
was proud of what he saw. s">
“I
know what you want from me,” she said finally.
“I
want you to mate. Permanently.”
face. And he said: “Nobody will take
your babies from you here.”
She
grit her teeth. Forgot about that.
children. Those Saiyans she had
privately declared a blood feud against and would never forgive them; would
kill them and take back the blood they had taken from her.)
“Whichever
of my sons you want. He is with Goten.”
'> “That
leaves only one,” she retorted. Waitfor for his reply, watched him watch her.
Wondered if he could see what she had seen so very clearly.
probably did.
“Yes.
But Takashi isn’t a bad choice.”
She
didn’t say anything. Didn’t care.
would probably give birth. And she
could tell just by the smell around him that the babies would not live.
“Hey,
‘Geta,” that was the one that had rightfully won her. The warrior that had stood next to the Prince and had followed
his wordless commands. He was taller
than all the rest of them. Smelled
differently than all the men she had ever known. And he moved and spoke un any any Saiyan she had ever known.
back to him in their language.
“I
will not mate with him,” she said finally.
“He is younger than I am. There
are better females for him.” Held her
head up. Knew that this was a fruitless
argument. Knew that if she didn’t chose
a mate, her fertility would attract the idiots again. Would make her a target again.
“How
many more females are there?”
“Many,”
she said, “Tanna hides them. Rewards
her finest warriors by allowing them to do as they please with them.”
He
spoke with his warrior again. Then
looked at her. “You will have to mate
soon. You have three days.”
She
felt a b pan panic settle on her. And
moved forward—forgot that he was a prince and she was just a worthless little
girl. Forgot that she had nothing to
offer him but a body that was worthless it had been so used.
about him,” pointed at the warrior, “He won me, he should be the one to keep
me.”
And
if she thought an odd expression crossed the Prince’s face before, there was an
absolutely unreadable stone glare there now.
Instead of replying to her, he looked at his warrior, spoke with him,
and the tall one turned, looked at her, and then blushed the brightest red
color she had ever seen. He scratched
the back of his head, made a noise like laughing and spoke in a rush back to
the Prince.
“You
have no idea what you’re asking for,” was what the Prince said to her
finally—even as the tall one continued to talk. “He’s my mate.”
Well.
“Then
I’ll be for you both.” She said.
Felt her pride stinging, felt anger at all those fuckers that had made
her worthless. Wanted to kill
them. “I’m strong,” she said, “And I
have many children when I breed.”
She
had the feeling that he was just repeating whatever she said to the
warrior. And the warrior stopped
talking so rapidly, looked at her and then said something to the Prince that
made both of them nod. Something dark
and full of anger. But not at her.
her up in his warmth, covered her in his ki—it was so strong and so warm—and
started to purr. A deep, deep purr that
reminded her of so long ago when she had been a child.
catch it, because she fell asleep.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~****
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
by a girl!
Gk:
Babies! Yeah!
Vegeta: No.
Gk: Well,
obviously. But if we had another girl
around we could have more babies.
Takashi:
Hey! How come I’m the only one
that she can mate with? What’s wrong
with Bardock?
Vegeta: All
will be explained soon.
Jaygoose:
Yes;
you’ve mentioned you loved the story.
Yes the untamed one will mate.
And your assumption that Bardock killed Gogeta was not the best
assumption. (But you were supposed to
assume it nonetheless.)
Getarian:
Of
course it was ‘when’ his warrior won!
the other kids.)
Yeah!
that fight will happen!
Luna:
I
figured the reason my little story here was not getting read was that nobody
realized it was a sequel-y thing of Even More of Us.