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.)
~~~***
Goten’s
bed was covered in toddlers. Everyone
under two was left with him. Of the
sixty children he had felt there were twenty some of them that were with him.
looking boys that were stubbornly refusing to be soothed.
on his mate, he had never put it to this test.
Twenty little ones were sleeping on his bed, snoring away as he purred,
and radiated the very limit of his power (before he went Super Saiyan.)
youngest of the babies that Takashi and Nuala had brought up to him.
The
others, the ones that were old enough to talk were with Nuala herself, and Takashi
and the littles. He could hear them,
chattering and whimpering, and wanted to be able to comfort them too.
probably going to break away from the pack and find their way in here, because
he was the only thing in this house that smelled like mother.
Found
that to be extremely gratifying.
Watched all of them sleep.
Counted them over and over as he felt the clash of two blackened kis and
three bright white ones against a horde of huge but insignificant ones.
in the ship. The ones that he could
feel were still unharmed, unhurt and untouched and others that had been used
like Nuala and would never know what it was like to have a world without horror.
Felt
that he was growing angrier, but was trapped.
His instincts clashed within him, the desire to claim revenge for this,
and the need to stay and calm. To be
the woman when there was nobody else to do it.
Knew that he wouldn’t leave the children, knew that he had always wanted
kids, for as long as he remembered.
Wanted a round belly and forty babies.
Here
they were.
His
door opened, little tear stained faces started to come in, Takashi was behind
them, showing them the way into the room until was impossible to move in his
room there were so many of them.
“Sorry,” Takashi said, “They kept coming back up here.
“Could
you bring them blankets?” he asked, “So they can sleep?”
curled up with each other, laid down on his floor and sobbed into one another,
watched them relax as he purred, and knew that this was all the life they had
ever known. All they could have expected
under the bitch’s rule. Took insane happiness
that it had been his request to Bardock that ended that woman’s life.
“Right,”
Takashi said. “Blankets.”
Goten
stopped him. “Trill,” he said, “For
them. I don’t think they’ve ever been
allowed arouneir eir parents.” That was
what his father had done for him, for as long as Goten could remember.
protect them all because they were his children.
Felt
pride that Vegeta and his father were such great parents.
~~~~~~****
In
all, there were fifty or so of the hulking bastard guards.
for the fact that Vegeta and Bardock had already killed fourteen of them, incinerated
their bones to dust and stood laughing as the rest moved in to take the place
of the dying. Goku did not fight that
way. Would not fight that way.
that could be changed to their side, the ones in training.
he had trained his children. Encouraged
them and talked to them. Knew they
didn’t understand him at all.
But
he didn’t kill them. Neither did Trunks
as he worked by his side. Or Gohan, who
was somewhere between them, fighting a mix of the huge ones and the younger
ones.
Knew
that soon he would end this whole battle by bringing them down to their
knees. Reveal to them what they had
traveled all this distance to see, because that is what Vegeta asked of
him. Promised that none would die that
did not have to for everyone to be safe.
Goku remembered those children, the endless line of them, scared and
crying, blinking in the daylight like they had never seen it.
everyone single person involved in that abuse.
But didn’t.
Waited.
Kept
fighting the young warriors until they started to realize that seven of them
couldn’t even wind one of him, and then they bowed to him.
to him in their own language, called him their Prince, and then retreated to
the side of the field that Vegeta had promised they would be safe on.
This
was how they fought. This is how they
won the fight against Tanna’s cruelty.
By defeating everyone that came against them, by not murdering.
Except
the large ones. They fell like flies
before the Princes, Vegeta and Bardock.
Fell and burned away in a scream.
All of them. One at a time until
the whole field stank of their burned flesh and there was nothing left by the
young and the small warriors. Then
there was absolute silence.
Stillness.
“Show
them,” Vegeta said to him, turned to look at Trunks and Gohan: “Go get the rest
of the innocents out of that ship.”
Goku
curled his hands into tight fists.
Thought of his son crying, thought of him begging for the lives of his
daughters, thought of that pain, and of the children, thought of
Gogeta—remembered his poor son’s scream that had brought him out of bed those four
mornings ago, remembered what it had felt like to see his lost son screaming
for his mother endlessly, remembered what they had done to Gogeta.
Screamed
in outrage, felt his body change, felt his hair expand, felt the power break,
burst, crush in the ground around him, and drag dirt up into a cyclone, opened
his blue eyes, stared. And not a face
looked at him. They bowed.
Young.
That was what the race of Saiyans had become. He felt anger in that.
Wanted to show them that they never needed to give into a dictator
again. Hated Tanna like he had never
hated Freiza. Wanted her blood on his
hands like Bardock.
Breathed.
Heard
them all whispering the same thing.
Vegeta
spoke. Told them that this was the
Brightest Light. thi this power
belonged to the Prince. And that should
they follow him that power would protect them all.
~~~***
It
was like something between a zoo and a prison.
Sheets of glass boxed the women in.
Young ones that were just beginning their times of fertility, pregnant
ones, and older women who gnashed their teeth and screamed and spoke in their
own language, defiantly.
The
floors of the cells were filthy. The
walls were covered with stains of blood that shaped drawings and told the story
of their abuse that was not made evident by the scars they bore.
it. Watched Gohan stare the same
endless stare.
Counted
them. Thirty. Like Goten had told him.
“Use
ki,” Trunks said, “To break the glass.”
Pointed at the left side of the aisle, turned to his own side, raised
his hands, concentrated on anger, pushed it out, felt the glass bend, spark
electricity and then shatter. The girls
(those young ones) screamed and cowered, and he stepped through the hole he had
made. Said what his father had taught
him to say. “I am a Prince.
the exit.
They
spoke in their language. Tried to say
something to him, but he shook his head.
Motioned them all to their feet.
Waited until they were assembled in the aisle with the others, and then
moved onto the next holding cell. Two
on either side of the hall. Repeated
the performance. Looked at all the
women, smelled the awful stink of fear and fertility. Of youth and innocence, and thought back to how similar Goten had
smelled when he went through his first cycle.
“We
take them to my father,” Trunks said, “So he can talk to them.”
Led
the way, blew holes in the ship as he went so there was no chance they could
escape and continue this barbarity against their own kind.
their freedom, and when they saw Goku shining next to his father, burning
intolerably bright with power, they all fell to their knees, one at a time,
until they were bowing and swearing allegiance to that power.
Realized,
as he stood there, that the women could smell the difference in Goku, could
feel that there was something feminine about him, and responded to that power
and that femininity with loyalty.
Thought that was odd, moved back to his father’s side.
“What
now?”
Vegeta
snorted. “We have them bowing and
cowering and afraid,” he said, “Now we have to assure them that we won’t kill
them.”
Bardock
laughed a dark little laugh. “Now we
have to rule them.”
Bulla
stood at his side, bloody in her own right, since she had been there the whole
fight, faster than them, weaving in and out of the chaos and enacting revenge
of her own for the sake of those she had seen abused, for the insult against
her when they had kidnapped her.
“Joy. Where the hell are we
going to put them all?”
“Power
down,” Vegeta said. Lowered his own
energy until he was dark-haired again, waited for everyone to be the same
except Goku who lowered his ki only to Super Saiyan. “Bulla, Trunks go back to the Capsule building and get all the
capsule houses that she has. Take the
women with you. I don’t want them left
with these.” Turned and spoke to the
women, told them that they were safe, that nobody would harm them or touch them
unless they wanted it.
Then sent them with his son and daughter back to his home.
“Seems
like a waste,” Bardock said, “Think of what they could have in there.”
“Which
is why we are going to make sure there is nothing of importance inside.”
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TOOOOOO
MUCH IS HAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPEEEEEEEEEEEEENnnnnnnnnnnnning.
Gk:
Wow. That was a barrage.
Goten:
Yeah! I was in the chapter!
Trunks:
Remember when this story was about sex frosfrosting?
Goten: I
remember those days… They were happy
days.
Jaygoose:
Yep.
ruler since he did that whole blood-letting thing.)
Getarian:
See,
I knew that it was probably best to put that warning there.
warn my friends about violence before they read it.
Yeah,
everyone seems pretty darn confident that they’re going to win.
and what he’s told everyone but we haven’t heard from him in a while…
Luna:
Yes.