Frosting Chronicles

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 Sex.  Humor.  Mpreg.  Purring. 
School bashing.

Set in the: Mof Uof 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.)

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Four
days. Four days and he was now looking
out on what he should have had his whole life.
Watching the living Saiyans as they split up into groups of their own
choice, took up residence in houses that their Prince had given them.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Settled down into beds that were clean, and
slept without fear. Slept knowing that
they were once again part of what their ancestors had been.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Safe in the knowledge that they would not be
forced to kidnap and rape.

But
it wasn’t that simple, Vegeta knew.
Knew it when he went through the ship, saw the dirt, the filth, removed
the journals that documented every movement of the ship.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> There were those out there that were
absolutely on Tanna’s side, that had wanted her as their ruler, and they would
not be so easily swayed. They would
have to be fought, defeated. But for
now, as he looked out over them, he was satisfied that his kind were safe for a
time. The ship was gone.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Burned away to nothing, melted down into
pure metal. Everything that had been
was gone now, and these Saiyans were trapped on earth, trapped under his
rule.

Felt
Kakarot standing next to him. Thought
of every moment in their lives from the first time he had seen him.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Thought all the way back to when he had
watched his planet being destroyed.
Wanted it back. Wanted to find
the Dragonballs and bring back what had been taken from them.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He had his race back, thriving right before
him. Young, weak, but he would make
them strong. Would show them how to
survive in a world that did not want their kind anymore.

“Wow,”
Kakarot said.

Knew
there was happiness and sadness in that wow.
Because this was what the baka had gone before the Dragon to ask
for. His race.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Brought back. Here they were. Not
nearly as many as there had been before.
Less than fifty of the males left.
All of them in training, not yet even full warriors.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> The old, Vegeta had seen the chambers of
death, were sacrificed. Nobody over
forty was allowed to live. Even Tanna,
herself, had been disastrously young.

“Are
we going to leave them here?” Kakarot asked.

No.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Probably not. Saiyans couldn’t co-inhabit a planet. They would overrun it and destroy it. Make it their own planet and then when they had stretched out the
vast corners of their own world, they would seek out others to inhabit.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> But with so few of them here, it would take
generations to get to that point. He
wanted all of them to get what they had been promised.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> A new life.
A new world. Their world.style="mso-spacerun: yes">

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He
watched it. Watched mothers find their
children, wrap their arms around their babies, listened to them chattering in
their own language and kiss their young.
Wrap them up and purr for them.
Shed tears of joy. Watched that,
and saw Nuala as she moved in the group, spoke to them, directed them and asked
them questions. Led the younger mothers
up to Goten’s room, showed them the youngest babies.

Joy.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Pure happiness in all of their eyes as they
held their young. Cradled their
babies.

Takashi
felt a fulfillment in that. Helped
Bulma put out food for all of them.
Watched them all come forward, bow and speak their words of submission
and take thfoodfood, feed their children.
Those that had were not mated stayed away, stared but didn’t touch, and
he had to carry trays of food over to them.
Felt a headache coming on from the smell of them, and insanely wanted to
claim as many of them as he could catch.

Watched
his silly little brothers doing the same.
(Idiot brothers of his that were geniuses because they had picked up
more of the language in the past four days than anyone else had and could
actually hold conversations with the girls.)
Left them to do the wooing, and left the chaos of the downstairs.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Was half-way up when he ran into a woman
standing very still. Eyes closed,
vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t really identify why.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Could smell her, smell that she had already
conceived children, but had not yet gone out of her time.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> It was waning, but the insanity of the smell
struck him instantly and he blushed to the very tips of his hair at how quickly
his body responded. How insanely his
tail swished behind him.

“Sorry,”
she said, “I thought I would be okay here.”

“You’re…style="mso-spacerun: yes"> You can talk our language.”

A
nod. “As Tanna could.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> A slight smile, she stepped backward up the
stairs, pressed against the wall. “I am
very sorry. I was trying to get away
from everyone else so I would not tempt anyone.” A slight smile. “It
doesn’t seem to have worked.”

“No,”
actually it was starting to be very painful not to grab her and have his way
with her. “I’m fine.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Found he was bending a little, kept his
distance, tried not to smell the smell or want her. Found that he was failing horribly. “I’m…” stifled the whine of need, “Takashi.”

“I’m
Ilona.” She spoke softly, but
strongly. Wasn’t scarred like everyone
else, and it was this realization that made him back a step further away.

“Are
you… I mean… Did they… Force
you?” Found that thought patterns were
not being put in the correct order. Had
a hard time trying to remember that he had to be responsible for all these
women, that he couldn’t be distracted, that he was supposed to guard them and
not want to claim every single one of them.

“I
was Tanna’s sister,” she said, “Once.
Before she tried to destroy all of us.
So I was mostly spared. But I
did not want the man whose children I carry.”

Even
that did not break the fog. Tanna’s
sister. Didn’t even pause to wonder if
that meant she was upset about this turn of events. But then, if her sister traded her off like she did everyone
else, than he didn’t guess she had much love for the bitch.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Stepped up two more steps, was standing in
front of her. Clenched his fists tight
and didn’t grab her. Wanted to so badly
he could taste it. “I…”

“You
have a lot of restraint,” she said this somewhat breathlessly.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Clearly impressed. Edged along the wall, until she found a door, opened it—it was
Bulla’s room—and stepped backward into the room. He moveder her her. “You
must be very strong to fight against instinct so hard.”

“Yeah,”
he said. Felt a whimper rising from
him, and a growl, and wanted someone to come stop him.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> To tell him that he was damn insane and
needed to stop because he didn’t think he had the brainpower to do it
himself.

“I’m
sorry,” she whispered. “I won’t hold
you to anything, I swear.”

Those
were the last words she spoke, because he grabbed her, dragged her to him,
kissed her until he felt blood on her lips and felt her legs parting as she
stood before him, felt her hands in his pants.
Groaned and growled when he was pulled free of the pants.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Pushed her back onto the bed, dragged her
hips to the edge, saw she was wearing nothing but the dress that barely covered
her, pushed into her.

Felt
his eyes roll into the back of his head, dropped his mouth back to hers.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Let her suck on his lips and felt her clench
all around him, moan and purr and hiss under him. Ran his hands down her body, and back up, pushed the dress up,
revealed all her smooth skin, touched it everywhere he could, ground his hands
against her breasts, let her pull back from his mouth and pant.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Dropped his head down to lick her perfect
skin—it was free of scars and tanned, soft and smooth, and tasted delicious.style="mso-spacerun: yes">

She
met the frantic pace of his hips, opened herself up and dug her fingernails
into his shoulders; he could feel it through his shirt, growled for her when
she purred louder. Felt her orgasm and
stilled, panted, tried to catch his breath and remind himself of what he was
doing, how it was wrong, felt that was impossible, and gave her only a few
moments to recover before he moved again, pounded into her, heard someone close
the door or knock or say his name.
Didn’t care.

Pushed
into her harder, more urgently, felt her move under him, accept all of him,
speak in her original language, and he covered her mouth again, sucked her
breath into his own lungs.

Wanted
more.

~~~***

Shook
that out of his mind. Didn’t want to
think of his little brother rutting.
Closed the door and spared a moment to cringe because that was Bulla’s
room, and he was fairly certain she wasn’t going to be happy about it.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Of course, Bardock wouldn’t be pleased about
it either. Especially if what Gohan’s
nose was telling him was true. That
woman—whoever she might be—was very fertile at the moment.

Finished
going down the hallway to Goten’s room.
Found him sitting on his bed with only a few last babies.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Four or five that had no parents anymore,
and Trunks was there, with a washcloth, gently waking them up and washing them clean.s="ms="mso-spacerun: yes"> Pulling out clothes that all of them had
once worn and dressing the babies and toddlers.

“Everything
okay?” He asked. Felt it was his
responsibility to handle them all until someone older showed up and said
otherwise. Or until Bardock showed up
and reminded everyone he was the new ruler of them all.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> But he doubted that would happen.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Both Vegeta and Bardock considered the men
to be the threat and would remain with the camp until they were convinced
something different.

“Fine,”
Goten said. He yawned, kept purring,
was feeding a little boy child while he held his two daughters in his crossed
legs.

Gohan
cringed at the amount of energy his little brother had to be expending.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> But was proud of him nonetheless.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Nodded and went back down the stairs
(completely avoided Bulla’s door for fear he would hear or smell something) and
checked in on Bulma and the littles.
(The youngest ones were chatting up a crowd of women.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Which was calming the young girls down as
much as it made them flirt right back.)
Then found Nuala talking to the huge crowd of women and children.style="mso-spacerun: yes">

Some
of those women were pregnant again. He
could smell it and see it, and thought that it would be best if they could all
get washed up and be truly free of the grime he and Trunks had rescued them
from. Even as he thought this, some of
the women were cleaning their children.
Licking them clean and purring for them. And they littles were giggling and hugging their mothers.

There
were some mothers that had as many as four children and not a single one was
from the same father. He clenched his
teeth and frowned at this. Watched
Nuala walk over and stand next to him.

“Some,”
she said, “Girls.” Thought for a long moment, tried to remember the word that
she wanted, “Love. Men.” style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Showed him a small group of women and
children, and nodded that he understood.
Should have expected that even in the barbaric nature of their lives
that there would be those that found each other. Those that would have been claimed and mated and happy if not for
Tanna.

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'> “I’ll
find their men,” he said to Nuala.
Hoped that their chosen mates had not been killed.style='mso-tab-count:1'>

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Ah.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> The chaos.

Takashi:
Yeah! I got sex!

Goten: I
didn’t.

Trunks: You
just had babies two days ago!

Goten: So?

Gohan:
Hey! I wasn’t obnoxious or
annoying! Wow!

Jaygoose:

The
too much happening is basically all the things that I had wanted to say that
didn’t fit into the chapter. But I’m
glad it didn’t seem jumbled to the reader.

Luna:

Gasp!style="mso-spacerun: yes"> You like the plot twists?!style="mso-spacerun: yes"> (So do I.)
Thankfully I cannot go very many more chapters without having someone
and their mate getting it on like rabbits.
(Like plot twists, but like sex too.)

Getarian:

Goku’s
supposed to be coming back to the house in the next chappie.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> And there are five whole babies there with
no mommy to care for them.

Yeah,
you’re right about the battle and it not being murder thing.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> But (watch me justify my word choice here)
from Goku’s POV they are fighting children (all those untrained warriors are
probably teenagers) and he is outrageously stronger than they are and whether
or not they came out there with the intent to kill him, he does not want to
kill them because it would be unfair.
So to him, (at least) it is mostly murder. But I think you’re right, in general. Because its not murder, its war.
If you don’t than they will, sort of thing.

Yeah,
Bardock’s something anyway. (Wink.)