Frosting Chronicles
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Frosting Chronicles
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Sex.
Humor. Mpreg.
School bashing.
Set in the: More of Us universe.
accidentally changed himself into part woman.
I don’t own anything (except Bardock,
Goten’s uterus.)
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power drop. Squeezed his eyes
shut. Waited for it, and found that all
those new ki-signals had stopped popping in and out of existence.
Takashi. Felt stupid.
was going to find him anyway, and took satisfaction that no matter how stupid
his decision to go after her initially was, it would be okay now.
Trying
to fly and having to constantly pant and press a hand to your pregnant waist
was something that was proving to be awfully difficult.
Kakarot, and finding them. Felt the new
kis just in front of him, and when he saw the first one of new things, he felt
all the blood drain straight down into a puddle somewhere in the middle of
him. Because he was face to face with a
smirking, dirty, hyper masculine, Nappa-proportioned Saiyan.
He
felt suddenly tiny. Wondered why more of them hadn’t turned out
huge like this. And he stopped in front
of the invader, stared at him, at the way his tail was wrapped around his
waist, and the way he eyed Goten but didn’t move to attack him directly.
really expected to see his kind (or else he was trying to figure out Goten’s
gender.)
Getting
around the hunk of useless flesh was going to be a bit of a problem, because
there were more of them all around.
Spread out in the sky like a pattern.
Defending something. Their base
of operations probably.
The
intruder spoke. Goten listened,
realized that whatever it was saying, it wasn’t saying n hin his language, and
t Trt Trunks and Takashi getting closer to him.
Waited for them. And when they
appeared, the brute in front of him started to look downright confounded.
compatriots.
“Goten,”
Takashi said under his breath, “Where is everyone?”
A
quick scan, and he said: “Vegeta and Bardock are going to meet up with Dad and
Gohan.” He pointed, straight down the
middle of the approaching Saiyans.
“Bulla and the littles are there.”
“One
of you is going to need send up a beacon so Mom and Dad can find us,” Takashi
said.
Goten
felt another pain go through him. Watch
the brutes assembling in a battle formation.
Watched them grinning. Posing.
Raised his arms, gathered all of his power and screamed out in
pain. His hair straightened, lifted up,
went blond. He heard the waves of ki
around him, watched the Saiyans before him gape. Blinked his eyes, held onto that power as he raised his hands in
front of him, charged up enough ki to form a blast and sent it straight down
the center of them. “We’re going after
Bulla,” he said.
That
was the only warning they got, because once he spoke the words, he was
moving. Shouldering the bigger, nastier
smelling ones out of his way. Felt the
pains around his waist get stronger, and focused on ignoring it.
obsess about having to give birth, he was almost absolutely certain he would
not have premature children. When they
broke through the last of them, they were hovering above a crater in the
planet.
And
in the middle of the crater there was an egg-like spaceship.
“In
that?” Takashi asked. “You have got to
be kidding.”
“Shit,”
Trunks said, “They don’t look too happy about us pushing past them.
Goten
closed his eyes quickly, felt the sparks of ki, getting closer.
Saiyan, and felt Trunks level up. Felt
Takashi get more powerful, scream out in frustration and then as he pushed his
way inside the hatch near the top of the ship, he heard the pounding of fists
against flesh. Once he was inside, he
curled his legs up and hovered near the roof.
Didn’t want to touch the floors in case they were weight-sensitive or
thinthing. Traveled down the halls and
kept his eyes half closed, feeling out where Bulla was.
Heard
the pounding of fists on metal as he rounded a corner and came face to glass
with a containment cell. Bulla was
pounding on the metal part of the frames, shouting out curses and promising
unpleasant deaths to whomever it was that was attempting to keep her here.
“Stand
back!” he said.
“Goten?”
“Stand
back.” Sheesh.
super-sensitive hearing checked. And
then he kicked the glass. Felt the
electrical impulse discharge on his foot and cursed. “Shit.” Then, falling
back on an old family favorite said: “Do you think a Kamehame would take care
of this?”
“Hadn’t
tried it,” Bulla said. “Some
Freiza-like Saiyan bitch just left here.
Said she was the new ruler of the Saiyans and that I was going to help
her to further her kind.”
Goten
shook his head, pulled his hands back.
Felt that his father, brothers and Vegeta had arrived to help Trunks and
Takashi. “Ka-Me-Ha-Me-HAA!”
popped, and sparks showered down everywhere.
Bulla stepped out into the hallway to meet him, and shook her head as
the alarms started to scream.
Feet
approached—lots of them. And Goten
sucked in a breath as he felt a particularly hard pain go down his back, settle
in his hips and, Bulla grabbed him.
“Shit,” she whispered, “Tell me that you’re not going to have little
kids right here.”
“Wasn’t
part of the plan,” he muttered. Pushed
himself back upright and breathed.
Panted. “We’ve got to get out of
here.” He felt like walls were cramping
in on him.
“I
don’t see that happening,” a feminine voice said, “But you can try.”
Goten
pressed his hand against the hull of the ship, felt the strong ki’s of his
family on the otherside of the metal and whispered as the pain tightened again:
“Then allow me to clear up your vision.”
Powered up, focused ki down into his hand and shoved it all out,
breaking open the ship. And
screamed. Because it felt like
something just exploded inside of him.
“Shit,”
that feminine voice said, “It’s pregnant:p><:p>
There
was now a hole through the hull of the ship, barely even a foot wide, and Goten
felt himself blacking out; his vision tunneled, and he bare saw the hand that
wrapped around the warped edge of the hole, or the second set of hands—covered
with white gloves—but he heard the wrenching of metal that was being torn
apart, and then the trilling of his mate, and the deep, angry voice of Vegeta.
“Just
what the fuck do you think you are doing with my daughter?”
Felt
Trunks’ arms go around him, and sighed into the familiar smell of his
mate. Breathed, and blinked until his
vision cleared again. The hole had
expanded to a six-foot rip, and then the body of one of the hulking guards was
slapped into the ship just next to it.
Goten turned to look at the bitch that claimed she was in charge of this
operation, and found that Vegeta was hauling her out of the tear.
“Are
you alright?” Trunks asked.
“So
far,” Goten replied. His father told
him that labor didn’t last nearly this long—well, the hard part of labor didn’t—and
he believed him. So if this wasn’t the
babies trying to be born it had to be something else happening.
Trunks
picked him up and carried him down to where the two opposing factions of
Saiyans were meeting. Bulla was immediate
grabbed by Bardock who threw his arms around her and hugged her until she
squeaked. Then Takashi hugged her, and
Goku purred for her. Vegeta dropped the
opposing leader-bitch in front of her growing pile of guards.
Then
he touched down and stood with Goku just behind him. Goten wiggled out of Trunks’ arms and stood next to his
father. Felt Takashi and Bulla just
behind them, and Trunks and Bardock were closer to the front.
“This
is the army you have brought to oppose me?
A motley bunch of freaks ruled by a midget?” the bitch asked.
anymore. Even Goku who had exploded
with rage earlier that day was calmly swishing his tail back and forth.
the others had shown off their unusually high power levels to these intruders.
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smacked her. Knocked her to one side
with just the back of his hands. “I am
your Prince, and you will address me with the respect that I deserve or I will
break your disrespecting jaw.”
Goten
felt his father’s hand against his back, felt the warmth of ki passing into
him. Felt whatever was contracting so
painfully inside of him start to relax.
Would have melted into a pile of happy Goten-goo if not for the deranged
faction of Saiyans. And where had they
come from exactly.
The
she-bitch straightened up, wiped the blood away from her mouth.
honestly believe that you were the last of us?
That when you banished those poor weaklings to the outskirts of the
universe that they would sit by and watch their race be destroyed the way that
you did?” She, to her credit, did not
flinch when Vegeta shifted and looked incredibly bored. “We are the remaining
Saiyans and we bow before no one. You
are no more our Prince than that,” she pointed at Goten when she said this, “Is
a woman.”
Trunks
moved, punched her, harder than Vegeta had slapped her, and she fell to her
knees, cried out a challenge, but when she struggled back to her feet Trunks
hit her again. “That’s my mate,
bitch! And you will bow before us!”
Amazingly,
none of the brutes moved to aid her.
Bardock
stepped up this time, grabbed her by the hair and hauled her to her feet.
“Some
Prince you are, that not even your warriors know when to stand down.”
Vegeta
smirked. “They the first born sons of
their mothers. My heirs.
of.” He stepped back, and motioned to
Bardock to continue.
Bardock
grabbed her first finger. “Tell them to
bring the two children you took this morning or I will break every one of your
bones. One. At. A.
“We
were given permission to take them,” she said.
Turned to look at Vegeta. “As decreed in the royal laws, when a older
member of the family gives permission for his siblings to be recruited, the
recruiting officer is not to be held responsible for the recruitment.”
that if he had not wanted her to be free she would be dead.
there must be an exchange.” She pointed
at Bulla. “I want her.”
~~~~~~~~~****
Gasp!
from?! Will the leader-bitch ever tell
us her name?!
Goten: There
was no frosting in this chapter at all.
Trunks:
*hands tub of frosting to Goten*
There. Now be quiet, I want to
see what Bardock is going to do to her.
Goten:
Hmm. To think, before this plot
came up we would have just been having sex like rabbits.
Trunks: I
miss that.
Getarian:
Ya
know; someday I’m going to kidnap all the good ideas you come up with and write
a story out of them. But, sadly
(however interesting of an idea) Gogeta did not get the dragon balls.
Things
will all happen rapidly for a little bit longer, and then thing will slow down,
explanations will be made and I will (probably) have to break the form of this
fic and do someone’s POV besides Goten & Trunks.
P.S. FOLKS:
Unfortunately
(due to the fact that I have to rip my hair out every single Sunday trying to
get to the computer) I won’t update tomorrow.
But I promise and swear and all that good nonsense that on Monday
Morning there will be a new chapter for every story. (well, every story except those that are finished like More of
Us, Hormone Therapy and Cross-eyed.)
Okay? Okay!