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.)
~~~***
he was greeted with the sight of a little girl sitting up in the middle of his
bed, biting her tiny little lip while she nervously tugged at the hair on her
tail. She saw that he was awake, and
moved closer to him, whimpered and climbed over the other little ones sleeping
between him and Trunks, moved so she was right next to him, and rested her head
on his side. Patted his chest and blinked
her big wide eyes.
So
he purred. Watched her smile and close
her dark eyes, curl her tiny fists in his shirt and slowly—so slowly—fall
asleep. Fell in love with her just like
that. Wanted to be able to promise her
that he was going to take care of her, and found a great annoyance in the fact
that he could not speak her language.
Stroked her silky black hair, and looked at his own daughters as they
curled into each other and slept. In
the midst of this nest of children his newborn babies were small but surrounded
by those just like them.
Trunks
yawned, rolled onto his side and blinked.
Looked at the nest, blinked again and then looked at Goten.
said, “You know he wants more children.”
Goten
nodded. “I know.
us.”
Trunks the look that always made his mate give in. Said: “Can we keep her?”
Motioned down to the little girl sleeping against his side.
“You’re
hopeless, you know.”
Goten
nodded. “I know.”
daughter’s and then looked at the other ones that had curled up in pairs.
side. “I want to be able to get up and
move around today,” he said, “I need my arms free.”
“I’ll
go talk to my mom.” He tried to get up,
and one of the little boys that had been sleeping next to him the whole night
woke up, started to scream and bounce on the bed—woke up all the rest of the
nest—and Trunks grabbed him by the tail, lifted him off the bed, allowed the
boy to crawl onto his chest and wrap his arms around Trunks’ neck.
The
little boy smacked Trunks and said: “Vahe!”
Pointed at himself and scowled.
“I’m
taking Vahe with me,” Trunks corrected.
boy boy seemed to be content with this, and he petted the skin he had
recently smacked.
The
others were awake now, and they looked at Trunks, whimpered and started to cry,
raise their arms and yell out their names.
Goten laughed at his mate because if he didn’t step in Trunks would end
up carrying them all around on his back.
So he cleared his throat, they turned and looked at him.
“No.”
he said. Gave them a sharp purr, that
tinged on a growl, and they all stopped, dropped their little heads and pouted.
said to his mate.
“Thanks.”
~~~**
It
felt like a migraine at first. As he
peeled his eyes open and was met with the sight of his very angry sister.
scowling for all she was worth, glowing in her anger and he followed her gaze
to his left, saw the woman—Ilona—lying next to him and wanted to fall straight
through the floor rather than face the blinding sunlight.
“What
did you do?” Bulla asked.
“Uh…
Uhhh…” Looked at her, tried to
remember exactly what had happened the night before, and felt the burning
little kis inside of Ilona that had not been there last night, three little
ones. His children.
carrying. Regretted not turning and
walking away from her, not because he didn’t want his children but because
giving birth to five kids could not be a pleasant experience.
Ilona
opened her eyes. Blinked.
apologize,” she said, “I should not have stayed inside and brought this
temptation.”
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broke Bul bad bad attitude right therpan pan style="mso-spacerun: yes">
As simple as that. “No,” Bulla
said to the woman, “My stupid brother shouldn’t have given in.
Ilona
smiled—she was so pretty—“Of course I am fine.
Not looking forward to how large I will become.
“Good.”
to help her create this translator.”
“And
why are you bothering me about it?”
“Well,
Dad said you might have picked up some of the language.
to come here and ask anyway. So here I
am.”>
“I
can do that,” Ilona said, “I learned this language many years ago when we first
felt the brightest light.” She sat up,
let the sheet that had been covering them slide down and showed that she was
still wearing the dress of yesterday.
This, too, made Bulla soften.
“Okay.
dresser if you want to change.” Turned
back to her brother. “Get up lazy
ass. There are tons of people to
feed. Goten’s up and helping the other
mothers wash their babies, your lazy ass should have been up hours ago.”
He
rolled his eyes but didn’t dispute it.
~~~***
Goku
entered the capsule building and realized the extent of the daunting task that
now faced them. Was assaulted with the
smell of women and children, and almost ran into his son as Goten lead a line
of children into the kitchen, speaking to them in a jumble of purrs and the
Saiyan language. He looked at his
father and ed.
His
newborn daughters were nestled against his chest—or at least one of them
was—and there was a little girl sitting on his shoulder with her hands wound up
in his hair. “Hey dad,” he said, “These
four right here,” he pointed at the only clean-faced ones in his crowd “Don’t
have any mommies anymore. Are you going
to be sticking around for a while?”
Oh.
He crouched and looked at them, at the clothes they wore—the same
clothes his own babies had worn—watched them look at one another and then at
him, curled their fingers in their tails and shifted from foot to foot.
“Anyway,
I’ve got to hose off these other ones.
So if you want you can take those troublesome ones and feed them.”
started purring and speaking to them.
The
clean little ones stayed, looked at him.
And he smiled. Fell in love with
them as they smiled back. The biggest
one of them was holding the littlest’s hand, and he picked them both up,
offered his arm to the others, let them crawl onto him and stood up.
and legs and tails around him, giggled.
He
went intat hat had once been a living room, and found that all the furniture
had been taken out and replaced with blankets and sheets and pillows.
children, and his youngest sons were going from nest to nest offering the
families food and such. Gohan was
attempting to talk to a group of women with Nuala translating for him.
Insanity.
Too
many damn people for them to take care of all at once.
One
of the kids punched him in the head and said: “Vahe!” Looked at the little boy and said: “No.”
The little boy pouted, petted him where he had just punched his
head.
He
got a headache just looking at it.
Found that he was very pleased he had so many kids to break up this
insanity.
~~~***
Bardock
sighed. Stretched, scrubbed his hands in
the running water and tried to imagine what the hell he had just raked himself
into. Found a deep irony in the fact
that he was now the ruler—the recognized one—and did not want to be.
was going to take.
Looked
at his father when he felt him land next to him. “I want the Dragon balls,” Vegeta said to him.
“Okay.
“Bulla,
with Vegita or Kakarot.” He looked at
the young Saiyan males that were waking up, leaving their houses and milling
around. Speaking in their language but
not reaching any conclusions as to what the hell they were supposed to be doing
right now. There were some among them that
had their families, those that Gohan had come and found the night before, and
reunited with their children and wives.
“What
are we going to do with them?”
“Get
our planet back,” Vegeta said.
~~~***
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was Ilona in the shower, and he had been waiting the whole damn day just to get
into the bathroom—because there had been some strange woman or children in the
bathrooms all day—so he figured since he had already seen her naked she wouldn’t
mind too damn much if he got in the shower with her.
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fact, when he stepped in, she just smiled and stepped out the water.
two days.”
“It
was nice of you to wait. Some of us
have not had showers in months.” If
possible, she was actually prettier than the last time he had seen her.
legs and broad hips. “Your sister, with
her newborn children, she gives the women hope.”
Didn’t
feel compelled to say that Goten was a he—since he was both—and said: “Why?”
“Many
have children born too early. Many
children have died. But we all know, we
can tell that these little ones are early.
But they are healthy.” Her hands
pressed to her slim waist.
He
wanted to kiss her. And that struck him
as odd, because she didn’t particularly smell anymore.
to hold her, kiss her and promise her that he wasn’t going to let anyone hurt
her ever. Wondered if his father would
be angry when he found out that she was Tanna’s sister.
“My
parents were fated,” she said, “Mother and father, they met when she was
fertile and instinct took them. Father
told me that the only true mating is the choice of instinct.”
“Yeah,
my parents did the same thing.” He
washed his hair and tried very hard not to think of how nice it would be to
kiss her. Of how sshe she would be if
he pulled her close to him and kept her there for a long time.
thinking about.
He
heard her sigh, and looked at her. “Do
you feel it too?” she asked.
Knew
that she was talking about the feeling of attachment—like strings that were
tied to her, and nodded. Gave in, moved
closer to her, slid his arms around her and kissed her, and heard her purr,
heard his answering trill, felt his head get light and start to spin.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~****
Ah;
look at Takashi!
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Goten: I
think she’s going to wrap this fic up
Trunks: Yeah.
Goten: So,
hoply tly the readers pay attention to this little notes.
Trunks: We’ll
get to have sex again won’t we?
Goten:
Probably. Maybe Goku &
Vegeta will get to have sex too.
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Luna:
Yeah,
I didn’t think Takashi was going to get it on either, but he did.
Jaygoose:
Yep.
Keeps me on my toes trying to tie up plot ends.
Getarian:
No.
No,
no! The plot can’t thicken
anymore! It’s impossible to stir as it
is! *Standing next to huge caldron of
quick-crete, desperately trying to stir the concrete as it sets. *