Frosting Chronicles
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Frosting Chronicles
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Sequel to Even More of Us
Sex. Humor. Mpreg. Purring.
School bashing. Rouge Saiyans. Space
ships. (Tons and tons of Saiyans.)
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.)
~~~***
pressure so that it was the same inside the ship as outside the ship, the doors
open, and the Saiyans were all allowed outside, to step on the ground of their
home planet for the very first time. It
was untouched by civilization, untouched by machines or humans.
With trees and plains and rivers.
They had landed in what had been the capital of the planet—back when
their nation had thrived ald all of them understood the true magnificence of
their heritage as they stood there, under the blue sky and absorbed the rays of
the sun.
Breathed
in the smell of life all around them.
The
children broke that silence—naturally—ran and giggled.
the trees. Recovered from the culture
shock by forgetting all the years they would have spent locked in the bowels of
a dark ship. But the adults, the women
that bore the real scars of the imprisonment, they just stared.
trying to memorize it because it would soon be taken from them.
Goten
stood with them. Purred for them.
And
Trunks stood next to his father, and his brother, watched their people.
him that this was their home. Their
world and all the horrible things that happened to them were going to be washed
away and replaced with this.
“I’ll
set the communications up tomorrow,” Trunks said, “There was an automatic ping
sent to Mom when we reached the planet.”
“Yeah,”
Bardock said, “And we’ll need to…
Unload everything. Tomorrow.”
“Hey!”
Goten yelled. He was standing in the
middle of a group of pregnant women with a strange grin on his face.
chattered and started gasping and whimpering, and Takashi appeared—he had been
with his mother. He two ducked down
behind the crowd, and when he stood up again he was carrying his mate.
Vegeta
turned and looked at Trunks. “Go get a
tent. So she can have them out
here.” He said this just before Ilona
asked that she be allowed to birth her children outside the ship.
spoke amongst themselves about how they too never wanted to give birth within a
space ship.
~~~***
Trunks
pitched the tent, Takashi went to his father to get the appropriate
encouragement, direction and tools.
Goten stayed, sat at her side and smiled at her, purred for her as he
held his daughter where she could nurse.
Raine had gone with her father but Kaori had insisted that she not be
separated from her food.
“First
babies born,” he said, swept her dark hair away from her face, “You’ll be in
the history books.”
A
breathy laugh. “Do they all come
quickly?” she asked.
“For
me and my dad they did. But I’m not
sure if that’s way for everyone.” He
rubbed his hands on her belly and tried to stay very calm.
over the easier part—which he had slept through and from what Vegeta said, so
had his father. “He’ll be here,” Goten
whispered when she whimpered and looked at the flap that Takashi had left out
of.
It
was tradition for the father of the children to deliver them.
Goten and asked that either he be there to deliver their children or that he
stayed by their side while someone else did the actual catching of the
baby. It was turning out that he was
everyone’s midwife, and that made him grin.
Sixteen years old, inordinate love for chocolate, high school drop out
and the one that everyone chose to be around when this all-important time came.
Takashi
returned. Set all of the necessities on
a palette they had made of blankets on the ground. Kissed his mate’s forehead and smiled for her, trilled and she
gave him a faint purr. Curled her whole
body up and whimpered.
Five.
He kept petting her tummy with one hand, and purring for her as he
watched Takashi’s expression. Wondered
what it felt like to be someone’s father—not too much or too hard because he
loved being the mother—and after the absolute stunned look broke on his
brother’s face, he started to move.
Instinct was a great thing.
The
first baby was a boy. Who screamed and
squalled and demanded that he be treated with the appropriate respect.
“Look,”
Ilona said as she held her child, as he whimpered until he found the source of
food. “Look at what I did,” she
whispered.
~~~***
Goku
was holding Nalani by the tail and still she was trying to run in mid-air to
get to her Mama becaher her mother had disappeared into a tent from which there
was a lot of screaming emerging. She
had turned around and sank her little teeth into the hand that held her in
midair, but he had not even flinched.
Just held her.
Trunks
was holding his newborn daughter and shaking his head at his child.
teenager.”
“You
know what she’ll be like,” Bulla said, “You’re mated to one.”
“Haha,”
Trunks said.
Goku
shook his head. But Buwas was right, in
the midst of this insanity he had forgotten that his son was only sixteen years
old. Sixteen. Two babies. Effortlessly
the leader of the Saiyan women. Their
beloved mascot of independence and femininity, and he had to grin from ear to
ear at that.
Who
could have imagined. Who could have
predicted that this would end this way?
A silly wish, and look at what it had gotten him.
determined to bring back their species, that were willing to work together,
that had overcome the horrors of their lives and were now standing and
staring. Overcome with the
breath-taking reality that they faced.
This
was home.
This
was life.
Nalani
screamed, and threw out her arms when Goten emerged from the tent.
hardest to get away from him, but he held her anyway, until Goten got close and
she climbed onto him, smacked Goku’s hand with little fingers and tugged her
tail free of his grasp. “Where are the
new babies?” she asked, “Papi said there would be new babies.”
“There
are,” he said, “Five new babies.”
“Five?”
“Are they girls?”
“Two
of them are girls,” he said as he folded down three of her little fingers and
left two up. “This many.”
~~~***
It
wasn’t that he didn’t want her. It
wasn’t that technically they had been birthed by the same mother.
Saiyan, who the hearedared about the human’s sense of right and wrong?
old and the Prince of All the Saiyans in the universe.
Taking
time out of worrying about the planet and the families and hoping that the rest
of his brothers and sisters were okay, and wondering if maybe they shouldn’t
have put a Super Saiyan on the fourth ship with Takashi had taken up pretty
much all of his time. He couldn’t
afford to get distracted. Didn’t have
the time to grab her and…
Didn’t
have the time now to do it.
Sat
on the ship and watched them all. As
they pulled out tents and set them up, sat in front of their temporary homes
and made dinner out of the food they had hunted and caught themselves.
Happiness. Tonight he was an
uncle again, to five little babies. Tonight
his father was a King and he was Prince and their world was perfect.
work would start. They had to rebuild a
culture. Bring order and technology to
this world. Contact Bulma and Gohan and
tell them that they made it okay.
Bulla
sat next to him. Leaned back against
the ship and looked up at the stars—different stars. Her tail was wrapped around his wrist, and she was just next to
him. Like she was meant to be, like he
knew she always would be. Had always
known. Even when they were little.
fight anyone else that even thought about trying to take her away from him.
Gogeta. Couldn’t afford to.
Laid
back against the ship with her, trusted his parents to watch over the people
for a few moments while he looked at her.
Watched her gaze go from the stars to him, and looked at the twinkle of
the lights reflect in her dark eyes.
She smiled.
“We’re
home,” she said.
He
nodded.
Then
she kissed him. On his cheek, and his
chin, and then pressed her lips to his, put her arm around his shoulders.
Kissed him and he felt everything else melt away as he kissed her back,
pulled her closer to him.
~~~***
The
adults sat, Goten and Trunks each holding one of their infant daughters, Goku
holding Ull, Vegeta with the youngef Taf Takashi’s sons, Ilona and Takashi with
two each, Vegita and Kakarot with Mab and Oki.
Little Nalani and Vahe sat next to one another and poked at each other
viciously. Nalani had chocolate smeared
on her lips and she kept licking at it as she jabbed her uncle.
Goten
was sucking the frosting off his fingers as Trunks held the can of chocolate on
his knee where his mate could get to it easily.
Goku
and Vegeta were shaking their heads in unison at the strangeness of their
family.
Takashi
and Ilona were softly admiring their children, wrapped up in the joy of fresh
parenthood—just wait until they realized how fun those five kids were going to
be while they tried to build their home.
Enrapt by the beauty of their babies, the softness of the night around
them and the warmth of the fire that they all sat around.
Vegita
and Kakarot sang to their little sisters and giggled with them, content to stay
children now. Still flirting with all
the females they could get to talk to them, but not seriously considering
anyone for mating. They were only
thirteen. But the opportunity for them
to find a mate was real now.
Bulla
and Bardock joined them, picked up Vahe and Nalani and held them as they took
the stones they had been sitting on.
That lasted only long enough for Nalani to crinkle her nose and scoot
off Bulla’s lap, cross over to her own mother and crawl onto her.
“Stinky
people!” she said. Pressed her little
face to her mother’s chest and mumbled something further, but Goten just purred
and patted her on the head. Smiled at
the rest of them. Tried to scoop his
finger through the frosting again and the whole group laughed at him when he
started to pout when he found that there was no more.
“Sorry,”
Trunks said, “That’s all of it.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***
*sigh
* And I am going to leave it right
there. Happy. Content. Devoid of
politics.
BUT,
if you liked this (and you’re not already reading it) you should go read ‘A
Prince Among Men’ for more of my theories on Saiyan culture.
Goten: There
should have been more sex.
Card:
*sniffles *
Trunks:
What’s wrong with her?
Gk: She
wanted me to get more sex too.
Vegeta: *smacks mate* That’s not what it is!
Goten:
yeah! She wanted me to get more
sex!
Luna:
Yep, Bardock has a mate, but he
wasn’t getting any sex. That’s why he
was whining. And the rest of them were
commenting on how I never write about them getting any.
Jaygoose:
Yeah,
I thought it would be funny for someone to bet on Goten’s ability to get his
mate in the sack. No chores for him.
have ever made it without for the rest of their lives.
Webtester01:
Meow?
bone. If you’re talking about Trunks
asking him if he ‘was ready’ that was them referring to Goten’s female parts.
a certain extent, because he has a definite soft side to him when it comes to
Bulla.
Kitty:
Smut
is wonderful. There should be more smut
in the world.
Getarian:
I do like to ignore
and abuse that dragon. * sighs happily at ignoring the dragon.*style="mso-spacerun: yes"> And the kids were so cute when they
supported their daddy. Aw.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Geta!
*hugs Vegeta until he shoves Card off and retreats to the closet she
keeps him in.*
supported their daddy. Aw.
*hugs Vegeta until he shoves Card off and retreats to the closet she
keeps him in.*
Erg.
Yeah, I felt sorry for Takashi and Ilona, but it was probably better
they weren’t together. Otherwise they
would have been having sex all the time instead of making sure their ship
didn’t run into someone elses
Yeah~ About the cliffhanger
thing. I’m going on a vacation next
week. (about six days from now I think,
so I’m going to leave a cliff hanger at the end of every single one of the
stories! Hehe, and I’ll be gone for
about five days or so.)
I
sort of feel bad putting that comment on there and then not putting a lemon in
the story or anything. *Sigh*
Ginia:
I
would have smacked that doctor. ;)
Thanks for reviewing.
Monita:
I
just couldn’t write it, sorry. It
didn’t fit in there.
Yeah, let me know if the ending sucked and you feel gypped.