A tiny twist in time

        “How
come no one ever told us Saiyans could breed like rabbits?” Jeice complained
from the relative safety of Zarbon’s arms.

        Zarbon
quelled a rambunctious Saiyan child – with Jeice’s distinctively white hair –
with a glare. “Because then we would have ensured Frieza killed all of them,
instead of letting a few live,” he answered tiredly.

        “Do
you mean that?” asked a quiet, hurt voice.

        “No,
Kakarot, he’s just tired of the brats,” Turles snapped. His tail lashed around
a heavily pregnant belly, and he glared at Zarbon. “If he meant it, he wouldn’t
keep getting us pregnant.”

        “Oh,
okay!” Kakarot chirped happily. “I like being pregnant. When do I get to be
pregnant again?”

        Every
single one of his mates groaned. Kakarot’s last litter of six was only two
months old, and already as active and mischievous as their older siblings.

        “Excuse
me, Lord Zarbon?”

        “What
is it now, and leave him alone!” Inquisitive Saiyan half-breeds returned to
their respective breeders at Zarbon’s snapped order. “Well?”

        “Ah,
Ambassador Zirkle doesn’t like the treaty terms, sir.”

        “Tell
him he signs it, or I take the children to his homeworld for our next
vacation.”

        “Yes,
sir.”

        “Honestly,
do you think that’ll work?” Jeice demanded as the door shut.

        “Jeice,
if it was your homeworld, would you want sixty Saiyans under the age of six,
and two pregnant Saiyans soon due to have multiple births anywhere near your
planet?”

        “Nope.”
Jeice yawned and stretched, then kicked one of his own children off his leg.
“Go climb your mother, monkey!” The child pouted, then jumped on Kakarot, who
laughed and began to play with her. “Hey Zarbon?”

        “What?”

        “You
ever wonder if we were lucky all three of them were pregnant by the time Kold
got his ship fixed and found us?”

        “He
was blocking their access to the kitchen,” Zarbon replied. “Not wise.”

        “Not
at all,” Jeice agreed with a grin.

        “He
didn’t taste nearly so good as chocolate,” Brolli pouted. Concurring grumbling
came from Turles. Kakarot, who generally preferred not to remember his part in
Kold’s defeat, turned green.