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.)
~~~***
That
annoying little bitch had told him that the Saiyans came to this planet because
fourteen years ago they had felt an explosion of ki that they referred to as
the ‘whitest light.’ The strongest they
had ever felt in all the eternity of their lives. In the history of their memories. Even the oldest among them, Nuala had explained, had never ever
felt something so very strong and so basically good.
So
they had programmed their ship to come to this world, and it had taken them
fourteen years to get here. When they
decided to come it had been another in charge of the Saiyans.
him and declared herself the ruler by rite of the blood-letting.
now she would rule.
That
law, however, would not save her from his son.
Vegeta
smiled when he thought of the last drops of blood being squeezed out of that
bitches’ body. Thought with
satisfaction that by their version of the laws, his son would be the
ruler. They would have to submit to the
will of the Prince. And as he felt Goku
step up next to him, he looked at his mate, saw within Goku that ‘whitest
light’ they had all flocked to see.
Because it was Goku. It was
fourteen years ago that he had been saved by Trunks, fourteen years ago when he
burst into Super Saiyan 3.
Smiled,
because that whitest light was going to be the death of their reign of
terror. His mate knew what had been
done to their kind, and for someone who had gone before the dragon to ask for a
way to have more of his race, that travesty was more than he was willing to
forgive.
Death,
this day, would rule.
~~~~~~****
The
battlefield was outlined with spectators.
Young males that were beaten and cheering—those that were released from
training to watch what the Tanna-bitch assumed to be a victory for her
side. And behind them were the inbred
ones, the idiots and the brutes that were insanely large and dull-witted.
Vegeta
stood, crossed his arms over his chest, Goku and Bardock at his sides, the
littles, Nuala and Takashi behind them.
Bulla at her brother’s side.
Felt like he could laugh until he was sick from it.
one, one tiny little kid (but he was probably the strongest) and Tanna herself.
Bitch.
“Name
your first warrior,” Vegeta said, “And your terms should you win.”
“If
I win,” Tanna said, “I want the woman back and your daughter.”
considered a credible threat.)
Vegeta
just raised a bored eyebrow. “When I
win, I want the children. All of
them. And don’t try to pretend I am not
aware of how many there are.”
She
smiled. “Should you win,” she
said. Then she sat in the air, crossed
her legs, waited for him to show his hand.
He
inclined his head just barely at Kakarot.
Watched his mate moved forward.
Watched him stretch, crouch down into his pose and then wait for the
fight to begin. It was signaled by the
sharp shrill of a siren that made Vegeta’s ears ring and doubtlessly was
supposed to throw them off balance.
It
did not.
But
it was an inventive try.
Kakarot
let the little one dart around him, land a few hits, and then, he turned,
looked directly at Vegeta, as if asking him why he felt this was absolutely
necessary. But Vegeta didn’t feel
compelled to explain. Just nodded,
watched his mate scream out and up his power level to Super Saiyan.
him, saw the dirt churning up the ground under him.
The
others were showing up now. The green
one. The bald one.
told them not to step into the way or do anything that seemed as if they were
challenging Vegeta’s authority. Told
them without saying it that should they try, they would be struck down.
because that was what he had to be, and what he was born to be.
The
little pimply warrior they had chose to pit against his mate was staring.
seen his weakness, seen his fear and told him:
“Anyone
who chooses not to fight against me will be considered a friend and will be
spared.” Which was what Vegeta had told
him to say.
And
the Prince repeated it, in their language, loudly, echoed his voice over the
whole playing field, let the little boys gawk at his mate because Kakarot was
something not a single one of them would ever be. Their pathetic little warrior turned to look at Tanna, back at
Kakarot, and brought his hands back up, shook.
Kakarot
turned to look at Vegeta, as if to ask him why he had to do this.
be. And when the little one attacked
his mate again, Kakarot caught him by the tail, held him in place and knocked
him hard in the head. Blacked the
little warrior out, and picked him up.
“I
won, bitch, give me what I demanded,” Vegeta said. Took great satisfaction in the way his mate maintained his power
level, carried their new acquired warrior off the field and laid him down on
their side of the battle field.>
Tanna
sneered. Shouted at her servants to
bring all the children out. She was
standing now, burning in anger and made bright and disgusting by her fury.
training and those too stupid to realize they would soon be killed.
should lay. Vegeta would not say a word
to assist their decision.
They
would follow their instincts, and they would bow before him or die against him.
The
children were being led out. Dirty
faced, scared and wide-eyed, as if they had never seen sunlight.
their older counterparts. Vegeta felt
rage move through him, and more than that, he felt Kakarot bristling.
Knew
that if he had not been informed that he should show no emotion he would be
over there with the children right this second, picking them up one by one and
soothing them. That was left to his
children. All except Bardock who took
in the sight and fed it to his hate.
“Name
your warrior,” Vegeta said.
“We’ll
end this right now,” she said. Stood
up, moved onto the battlefield herself.
Vegeta
grinned. Inclined his head.
~~~*****
I feel obligated to inform you that this has
gruesome violence not suitable for squeamish folk.
~~~*****
Bardock
remembered, through a tunnel of memory, a time when his mother had exploded in
black ki. Had turned fury into hate and
inverted what was normally pure energy into chaotic destruction.
was capable of when he did it.
Knew
that his own ki was darker.
Moved
out onto the field.
Saw
the bitch give his father a look. “You
would send your son to his death?”
Thought
that she had no idea what he was going to do to her. Didn’t stretch. Didn’t
move. Stood very still and watched her
prepare, watched her raise her own power.
Impressive. Lower than
Takashi’s. Let her move forward, let
her attack him. Ducked away from every
punch, IT’d out when she tried to kick him.
Appeared behind her. Didn’t even
unfold his arms as he dodged her sloppy attacks.
“Bastard!”
she said, “Whore!”
“I’m
so hurt.” He moved one arm, caught her
leg as she moved to kick him. Held her
ankle, raised his other hand and brought it down in the middle of the bone,
shattered it. Felt it, watched the
shards of what had been a bone break the skin.
Twisted her around by her ankle, watched the spray of blood.
straight into the ground.
Flared
into Super Saiyan. Saw the black tips
of his power around him. Looked down
and saw her staring at her ruined leg.
Screeching. Watched shock set in
and she pushed herself up, flew back at him.
He caught her fist. Curled her
fingers.
“Did
you laugh, bitch?!” he yelled, ripped off her finger. “Did you laugh when you held my brother down?”
screamed. Babbled in her language.
his hand was too slick with her blood so he rose her hand to his mouth and bit
it off. Spit it out.
She
was barely breathing. Beating at him
with her good hand. Leg hanging
uselessly. Bloody.
“Liar.”
and break, then tightened his hold and he tore her whole hand off.
watching. That had shown up thinking
that Tanna was undefeatable, thinking they were following a real Saiyan.
her ribs cave.
Sent
her worthless body straight down. But
it didn’t hit the ground. She caught
herselfan san style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Snarled, moved back to attack
him again. Shouted: “I’ll laugh as I
kill you!”
He
let her hit him. Turned her aroun
sh
she could see the crowd of those people she enslaved. “By the rite of blood-letting,” he heard his father say this,
understood the words as he spoke them in their lost language, “Tanna is removed
of her leadership.”
“Sm,”
m,”
Bardock said. Saw tears in her eyes,
powered his hand up, punched it through her back, heard her scream, wrapped his
hand around her spinal cord, felt the bones dig through his skin, broke it, and
ripped all the cords that ran down it, used his other hand to snap her head
back. Folded her worthless body in half
and held it as it bled. All of it.
then dropped her. Burned her whole
existence away with his ki.
Raised
his arms. “I. AM. YOUR.
There
was a moment of absolute silence. A
suspended moment where those that had no allegiance to the bitch started to
drift away from her side of the field, and then, the largest and stupidest of
the brutes moved, screamed in outrage, and charged the battlefield.
There
was a rush of wind, and Gohan and Trunks were there. “Goten said to show up now.”
“Is
someone fucking with him?” Bardock demanded.
Trunks
punched him. “Do you think I’m a damn
moron, asshole?! Everyone’s there by Dad
and Goku. And Bulla.
Bardock
grinned. Ruffled his little brother’s
hair, made it bloody. “Better be ready
for this,” he said just before the first of the idiots slammed into them.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~****
Heh.
& broken bone-y
Gk: I’m the
‘whitest light!’
Bardock: I’m
the ruler of a bunch of renegade Saiyans.
Vegeta: And
I’m your father.
Trunks: Did
you have to put the blood in my hair?
Do you know how hard it is to wash out?
Getarian:
You’re
supposed to be curious about what happens!
That’s the whole point of stories.
Yeah,
is shouldering a lot of the responsibility and worry over this.
that seem like they are peaceful. Not
to mention the young warriors.
Goodness! Looks like Goku might
have gotten his wish fulfilled, huh?
Jaygoose:
I
think the funnest character is the one you create so everyone will like and
then make them all hate her.
Luna:
I’m
glad someone likes Nuala. Poor girl, I
feel a little sorry for her.