Training to Be the Best
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Category:
Dragon Ball Z › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,356
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Training to Be the Best
Disclaimer: I don’t own Dragonball Z, or most of the characters I use here.
Author’s Note: Okay, this fic is a semi-sequel to one that I’m going to post on FF.net, called The Revival of the Red Ribbon Army. I’m not saying anything more, because I’ll end up giving away all the cool parts. And if anyone asks, this is my first attempt at le So So no burning in effigy, mmkay?
Pairings: Goku/Juuhachi, Trunks/Marron, Piccolo/Zangya, and somewhat Pan/OC.
TRAINING TO BE THE BEST
PROLOGUE:
Android 24 was sitting on the roof of his small cabin again, wearing his trademark leather pants, fighting gloves, and leather vest, despite the frigid winds that howled all around him, and tore at his flesh and the carapace of his left arm.
He looked down at the appendage and sighed, noting that it was beginning to harden like the shell of insect. ‘No wonder bugs stay inside; they’d crack open after so long in this kind of weather, I guess,’ he thought, somewhat stupidly, as he broke the ice away from the black-spotted green and black limb. It hadn’t always been like this.
Well, he HAD always sat on his roof, freezing himself to the bone. The breaking off of the ice on his arm was a new one for him, though. He felt the hurt inside pull away for a moment, as he remembered WHY he had this arm, and the events that it had resulted in.
‘Well, at least I did some good during those months,’ he smiled thinly, rubbing the numbness from his more human limbs. The snow had begun to pile up around him, and his skin was beginning to turn an odd-shade of blue. ‘Time to go in,’ he thought, standing up and brushing away the white powder that was covering his body. He floated down from the roof and opened the door to the cabin, and sighed as he entered, remembering to shut the door as he did so. The last time he had to blast his way through the snow, and nearly burnt the place down.
He silently made his way to his bathroom, and opened the medicine cabinet, rooting around for a few minutes before bringing out a bottle of Aloe Vera. All jokes aside, 24 only kept the stuff around because of his arm; thanks to his hours outside, in below-Zero temperatures, the chitin froze, and became brittle, breaking away easy. So he bought the green stuff as a way to get the protein-based material to soften enough that it wouldn’t shatter when it warmed up, since it stung as it grew back.
After rubbing it into his carapace and left hand for awhile, the Jinzoningen headed into what could loosely be termed a ‘living room,’ but was little more than a couch, a table, and a television set in the corner. He plopped down on the couch, and slowly rubbed the feeling back into his arm as he felt the chitin beginning to soften and warm up again.
He continued to sit there, the television off, and no sound but the howling of the wind as the storm slowly died away….
~~~~~~~~~~
Son Pan was beginning to get bored.
She had been training for the past two months, by herself, since there was no one willing to teach her. So the young woman had no other resort than to begin her regimen alone, on top of Mt. Paozu, where her family had made its claim. She was still wearing her red t-shirt, that white-muscle shirt she thought looked rather cute, a pair of black bicycle shorts, and a set of black boots. Her orange bandanna was tied around the top of her head again, to keep her hair from falling into her eyes.
She kicked, punched, ki blasted, back-flipped, cart-wheeled, and flew around, trying to hone her skills. Without a great deal of success, sadly.
Her Grandfather was too busy with his new wife, and their ‘workouts’ to help Pan, and her father was worried that against the other demi-saiyajins, she’d end up getting hurt.
Not to mention the emotional instability she was going through at the moment. Only a year ago, she had been with Trunks, but that fell through when he realized his true feelings towards Marron. Pan wished them the best, but sometimes the hurt in her chest was too much for her to bear alone.
With a frustrated sigh, the almost-twenty year old fell back to the ground and looked up at the sky, letting her thoughts wander…..
She thought of her friends, of her family, of potential lovers….
That last one always made her turn bright red in the face, so she didn’t think much of that at home, at least not when there was anyone in the house; otherwise her parents wouldn’t leave her alone, with those knowing smiles on their faces.
With a small sigh, she closed her eyes, and thought…..
As always, one face emerged from the shadows, a hurt face, an angry face….
Jinzoningen Number 24’s face.
Something aboim dim drew Pan to him, but she wasn’t sure why; her mother said it was because he was dark and mysterious, with a painful past he kept hidden from everyone. Pan told her she thought Videl was reading way too many romance novels.
As she lay there, her eyes closed, thinking about the cyborg….it dawned on her.
She hurriedly sat up straight, and grinned in anticipation.
She hadn’t asked 24 to train her! So, she still had one last option, before resuming her own futile attempts.
Still wearing her grin, she flew off, trying to find out where exactly 24 was living to now….
~~~~~~~~~
Piccolo watched the girl flying away, and sighed heavily. ‘This doesn’t bode well,’ he thought, seconds before a large, hard fruit smacked into the side of his head. Grumbling, he turned to see Zangya, tossing another fruit up and down, with a smirk on her blue-green face.
“Hey, Green Bean, stop sitting on your useless ass; we’ve got training to get at, remember?” the alien woman taunted him, throwing that other fruit at him. The Namek responded by catching it with ease and crushing it in one green hand.
“Fine, she-bitch,” he snarled, wiping his hand on the white cape he was wearing and floated up from where he was crouched in meditation so he was standing in front of her. The ex-merciless killer yawned in boredom and flashed Piccolo a knowing smirk. “Let’s go.”
“Fine, but if I win, you have to do *whatever* I say,” she grinned, brushing a loose orange curl out of her eyes.
Piccolo merely rolled his eyes in annoyance and nodded. “Fine, whatever.”
~~~~~~~~~~~
Goku sat at the small table, staring at the papers in front of him as if they were in an alien language. And for him, they wouldn’t be too far off.
They were income tax return forms.
For what seemed (to him) like the millionth t he he sighed, and began playing with the pen in front of him, making squiggles on some blank papers.
It’s not that Goku is an idiot or anything…..but income tax forms are pure evil, and only geniuses can actually understand the things. And since Goku never had to fill them out before, he was completely lost by the jargon, and the fancy wording.
Finally, he gave up and got out of his seat, a small smile of relief on his face as he walked outside and into the sunlit day.
“Goku…..” her voice came, cool and even, yet bitingly harsh. The mighty warrior winced and turned to see his wife in her bathing suit as she lay there on one of the beach chairs.
“Oh…...uh, hi honey,” he said sheepishly as he looked down at her curved form and narrowed eyes with some nervousness.
“You didn’t fill out those forms like I told you, did you?” she asked him, fixing him with a patented Death Glare ™. He sweatdropped and shook his head in affirmation. She sighed and looked up at him. “…..Well, I suppose it’s my fault; I can barely do the damn things myself.” She smiled at him, trying to get him to relax.
It did the trick.
With his characteristic grin, the saiyajin plopped down on the porch of the small house and watched the ocean waves lap against the shore. His wife looked over at him and laughed softly. “What is it?” he asked her, still grinning a bit. “Is there something on my face, Juuhachi?”
The Jinzoningen resisted the urge to slap him, and instead sighed. “No, I was just thinking how much you looked like a big kid just then…..”
“Ah, well that’s easy. You just smile a lot, and look innocent all the time,” he laughed, moving over to his wife and picking her up.
“Hey! What are you…?” she trailed off when she saw the look in his eyes. She grinned at him, her eyes flashing brightly.
“Well, you promised me a reward if I filled out those papers. I managed to get half of them done, but it’s so dull…” he pouted slightly as he carried her inside the house, refusing to let her go.
“Yes, but it’s only been, what, three hours? We hardly slept at all last night,” she protested half-heartedly, her arms already wrapped around his muscular neck. His only response was a small, knowing grin.
“So we’ll sleep in the rest of the day,” he smirked at her, gently kicking open the door to their bedroom. Not bothering to pull back the sheets, he dropped Juuhachi on the bed, and she bounced once on the springs as Goku pulled off the blue t-shirt he had been wearing with his orange gi pants. He kicked off his boots and gave her a seductive smile, showing that side of him most people never saw or was hidden underneath his seeming-naivety and innocence. “I mean, it’s not like there’s anything better to do, right?”
“Hmph,” was Juuhachi’s contribution to what looked like a losing battle. She, however, was determined NOT to act like a horny teenager….unlike her husband. ‘Even though he loved her, they must not have had sex much,’ she mused, staring at his 12 inch long erection.
Goku gave her the puppy dog eyes, attempting to guilt her. It didn’t work of course; but it DID make her laugh at his futile attempts, so she made her choice.
“Fine, you overgrown, hormone-crazed teenager,” she sighed, still smiling, as she slowly removed her two-piece bathing suit, revealing her two perfectly formed breasts to her husband and mate, but covering them wither her hands. She lay there, looking up at him, feeling that smile in her face growing with his as he joined her on the bed. “You like what you see?” she asked him playfully, her voice losing the monotone she used during the normal course of a day.
Goku merely pressed his lips against hers, as her hands moved from where they rested to the sides of his face. She pulled him closer to her, not wanting to let go of this feeling they shared, and had shared for two years now.
A feeling of belonging.
A feeling of completeness.
When he lowered his mouth to her breasts, she sighed as he kissed each one lightly, before wrapping his mouth around the left nipple, and sucking on it gently, running his tongue along the hardening nub. Juuhachi let out a small moan, and wrapped her legs around his waist. After another several minutes of this, the cyborg was beginning to get flustered.
“Damnit, Goku! Why do you alwaysthisthis?” she asked as he moved two fingers in and out of her vaginal passage, her cheeks tinted a bright red.
“Do what?” he asked innocently, the naïve look back on his handsome face.
“Grrrrr…..You’re teasing me, and you know – ahah – it!” she – unconvincingly – glared at him, as he smiled at down at her.
“What can I say? I love it when you go all red in the face,” he chuckled softly as he pressed the head of his cock against her opening, before pushing it in slowly. Juuhachi moaned, and looked up at him, still with a semi-glare.
“There…you…go….again!” she panted at him, the combined efforts of taking Goku’s full length (and width) and talking beginning to take its toll on her. The saiyajin just smiled as he continued his entry.
About two hours or more later, Juuhachi’s screams of pleasure rang out through the four bedroom house.
After that, they fell asleep in each other’s arms, as they always did every night for the past two years. They were peaceful, and they were content.
And that was all they wanted or needed right now.
~~~~~~~~~~
It was about five hours after she had left Mt. Paozu when Pan found herself above a snowy mountain range, shivering from the cold. Apparently, Android 24 had chosen this place because he knew many would be unable to find him through the driving wind and the billowing ice crystals that were characteristic of a winter storm.
It took her sometime, and she turned up almost nothing. The harsh temperature was beginning to get to her, and if she didn’t find shelter soon, she’d probably end up freezing to death.
It was during her forth pass over the mountains that she spotted a small cabin nestled on the right side of one of the craggy peaks. With nothing else to lose, the young woman landed in front of the structure and knocked on the door as loud as she could. As she waited, she rubbed her arms, trying to keep the blood circulating.
~~~~~~~~~
At first the Jinzoningen thought he was hearing things. Then he determined something rather important.
One: He was the most advanced cyborg known to man (at least, in this small area he was), and wasn’t capable of auditory delusions.
Two: That was DEFINITELY a knock at his door.
So, with some small muttering under his breath, the dark-haired man stood up from his chair, and walked over to the door.
He opened it, and found himself speechless.
There, standing on his doorstep (as it were), was Son Pan, nearly half-frozen to death. Her eyes went wide when she saw his face, but then they lit up with a child-like joy.
Finally he convinced his voice box to work.
“Are you going to come in, or would you rather freeze to death?” he asked, sarcasm heavy in his voice as he motioned for the demi-saiyajin to get out of the cold. Mostly so he could close the damned door and get back to his sitting down……and maybe find out why she chose this moment to re-enter his life.
TBC…………………………
A/N: Well, let me know what you thought. All reviews accepted, along with suggestions. And it gets more lemony as it pesseesses, in case anyone asks. ^_^
Author’s Note: Okay, this fic is a semi-sequel to one that I’m going to post on FF.net, called The Revival of the Red Ribbon Army. I’m not saying anything more, because I’ll end up giving away all the cool parts. And if anyone asks, this is my first attempt at le So So no burning in effigy, mmkay?
Pairings: Goku/Juuhachi, Trunks/Marron, Piccolo/Zangya, and somewhat Pan/OC.
TRAINING TO BE THE BEST
PROLOGUE:
Android 24 was sitting on the roof of his small cabin again, wearing his trademark leather pants, fighting gloves, and leather vest, despite the frigid winds that howled all around him, and tore at his flesh and the carapace of his left arm.
He looked down at the appendage and sighed, noting that it was beginning to harden like the shell of insect. ‘No wonder bugs stay inside; they’d crack open after so long in this kind of weather, I guess,’ he thought, somewhat stupidly, as he broke the ice away from the black-spotted green and black limb. It hadn’t always been like this.
Well, he HAD always sat on his roof, freezing himself to the bone. The breaking off of the ice on his arm was a new one for him, though. He felt the hurt inside pull away for a moment, as he remembered WHY he had this arm, and the events that it had resulted in.
‘Well, at least I did some good during those months,’ he smiled thinly, rubbing the numbness from his more human limbs. The snow had begun to pile up around him, and his skin was beginning to turn an odd-shade of blue. ‘Time to go in,’ he thought, standing up and brushing away the white powder that was covering his body. He floated down from the roof and opened the door to the cabin, and sighed as he entered, remembering to shut the door as he did so. The last time he had to blast his way through the snow, and nearly burnt the place down.
He silently made his way to his bathroom, and opened the medicine cabinet, rooting around for a few minutes before bringing out a bottle of Aloe Vera. All jokes aside, 24 only kept the stuff around because of his arm; thanks to his hours outside, in below-Zero temperatures, the chitin froze, and became brittle, breaking away easy. So he bought the green stuff as a way to get the protein-based material to soften enough that it wouldn’t shatter when it warmed up, since it stung as it grew back.
After rubbing it into his carapace and left hand for awhile, the Jinzoningen headed into what could loosely be termed a ‘living room,’ but was little more than a couch, a table, and a television set in the corner. He plopped down on the couch, and slowly rubbed the feeling back into his arm as he felt the chitin beginning to soften and warm up again.
He continued to sit there, the television off, and no sound but the howling of the wind as the storm slowly died away….
~~~~~~~~~~
Son Pan was beginning to get bored.
She had been training for the past two months, by herself, since there was no one willing to teach her. So the young woman had no other resort than to begin her regimen alone, on top of Mt. Paozu, where her family had made its claim. She was still wearing her red t-shirt, that white-muscle shirt she thought looked rather cute, a pair of black bicycle shorts, and a set of black boots. Her orange bandanna was tied around the top of her head again, to keep her hair from falling into her eyes.
She kicked, punched, ki blasted, back-flipped, cart-wheeled, and flew around, trying to hone her skills. Without a great deal of success, sadly.
Her Grandfather was too busy with his new wife, and their ‘workouts’ to help Pan, and her father was worried that against the other demi-saiyajins, she’d end up getting hurt.
Not to mention the emotional instability she was going through at the moment. Only a year ago, she had been with Trunks, but that fell through when he realized his true feelings towards Marron. Pan wished them the best, but sometimes the hurt in her chest was too much for her to bear alone.
With a frustrated sigh, the almost-twenty year old fell back to the ground and looked up at the sky, letting her thoughts wander…..
She thought of her friends, of her family, of potential lovers….
That last one always made her turn bright red in the face, so she didn’t think much of that at home, at least not when there was anyone in the house; otherwise her parents wouldn’t leave her alone, with those knowing smiles on their faces.
With a small sigh, she closed her eyes, and thought…..
As always, one face emerged from the shadows, a hurt face, an angry face….
Jinzoningen Number 24’s face.
Something aboim dim drew Pan to him, but she wasn’t sure why; her mother said it was because he was dark and mysterious, with a painful past he kept hidden from everyone. Pan told her she thought Videl was reading way too many romance novels.
As she lay there, her eyes closed, thinking about the cyborg….it dawned on her.
She hurriedly sat up straight, and grinned in anticipation.
She hadn’t asked 24 to train her! So, she still had one last option, before resuming her own futile attempts.
Still wearing her grin, she flew off, trying to find out where exactly 24 was living to now….
~~~~~~~~~
Piccolo watched the girl flying away, and sighed heavily. ‘This doesn’t bode well,’ he thought, seconds before a large, hard fruit smacked into the side of his head. Grumbling, he turned to see Zangya, tossing another fruit up and down, with a smirk on her blue-green face.
“Hey, Green Bean, stop sitting on your useless ass; we’ve got training to get at, remember?” the alien woman taunted him, throwing that other fruit at him. The Namek responded by catching it with ease and crushing it in one green hand.
“Fine, she-bitch,” he snarled, wiping his hand on the white cape he was wearing and floated up from where he was crouched in meditation so he was standing in front of her. The ex-merciless killer yawned in boredom and flashed Piccolo a knowing smirk. “Let’s go.”
“Fine, but if I win, you have to do *whatever* I say,” she grinned, brushing a loose orange curl out of her eyes.
Piccolo merely rolled his eyes in annoyance and nodded. “Fine, whatever.”
~~~~~~~~~~~
Goku sat at the small table, staring at the papers in front of him as if they were in an alien language. And for him, they wouldn’t be too far off.
They were income tax return forms.
For what seemed (to him) like the millionth t he he sighed, and began playing with the pen in front of him, making squiggles on some blank papers.
It’s not that Goku is an idiot or anything…..but income tax forms are pure evil, and only geniuses can actually understand the things. And since Goku never had to fill them out before, he was completely lost by the jargon, and the fancy wording.
Finally, he gave up and got out of his seat, a small smile of relief on his face as he walked outside and into the sunlit day.
“Goku…..” her voice came, cool and even, yet bitingly harsh. The mighty warrior winced and turned to see his wife in her bathing suit as she lay there on one of the beach chairs.
“Oh…...uh, hi honey,” he said sheepishly as he looked down at her curved form and narrowed eyes with some nervousness.
“You didn’t fill out those forms like I told you, did you?” she asked him, fixing him with a patented Death Glare ™. He sweatdropped and shook his head in affirmation. She sighed and looked up at him. “…..Well, I suppose it’s my fault; I can barely do the damn things myself.” She smiled at him, trying to get him to relax.
It did the trick.
With his characteristic grin, the saiyajin plopped down on the porch of the small house and watched the ocean waves lap against the shore. His wife looked over at him and laughed softly. “What is it?” he asked her, still grinning a bit. “Is there something on my face, Juuhachi?”
The Jinzoningen resisted the urge to slap him, and instead sighed. “No, I was just thinking how much you looked like a big kid just then…..”
“Ah, well that’s easy. You just smile a lot, and look innocent all the time,” he laughed, moving over to his wife and picking her up.
“Hey! What are you…?” she trailed off when she saw the look in his eyes. She grinned at him, her eyes flashing brightly.
“Well, you promised me a reward if I filled out those papers. I managed to get half of them done, but it’s so dull…” he pouted slightly as he carried her inside the house, refusing to let her go.
“Yes, but it’s only been, what, three hours? We hardly slept at all last night,” she protested half-heartedly, her arms already wrapped around his muscular neck. His only response was a small, knowing grin.
“So we’ll sleep in the rest of the day,” he smirked at her, gently kicking open the door to their bedroom. Not bothering to pull back the sheets, he dropped Juuhachi on the bed, and she bounced once on the springs as Goku pulled off the blue t-shirt he had been wearing with his orange gi pants. He kicked off his boots and gave her a seductive smile, showing that side of him most people never saw or was hidden underneath his seeming-naivety and innocence. “I mean, it’s not like there’s anything better to do, right?”
“Hmph,” was Juuhachi’s contribution to what looked like a losing battle. She, however, was determined NOT to act like a horny teenager….unlike her husband. ‘Even though he loved her, they must not have had sex much,’ she mused, staring at his 12 inch long erection.
Goku gave her the puppy dog eyes, attempting to guilt her. It didn’t work of course; but it DID make her laugh at his futile attempts, so she made her choice.
“Fine, you overgrown, hormone-crazed teenager,” she sighed, still smiling, as she slowly removed her two-piece bathing suit, revealing her two perfectly formed breasts to her husband and mate, but covering them wither her hands. She lay there, looking up at him, feeling that smile in her face growing with his as he joined her on the bed. “You like what you see?” she asked him playfully, her voice losing the monotone she used during the normal course of a day.
Goku merely pressed his lips against hers, as her hands moved from where they rested to the sides of his face. She pulled him closer to her, not wanting to let go of this feeling they shared, and had shared for two years now.
A feeling of belonging.
A feeling of completeness.
When he lowered his mouth to her breasts, she sighed as he kissed each one lightly, before wrapping his mouth around the left nipple, and sucking on it gently, running his tongue along the hardening nub. Juuhachi let out a small moan, and wrapped her legs around his waist. After another several minutes of this, the cyborg was beginning to get flustered.
“Damnit, Goku! Why do you alwaysthisthis?” she asked as he moved two fingers in and out of her vaginal passage, her cheeks tinted a bright red.
“Do what?” he asked innocently, the naïve look back on his handsome face.
“Grrrrr…..You’re teasing me, and you know – ahah – it!” she – unconvincingly – glared at him, as he smiled at down at her.
“What can I say? I love it when you go all red in the face,” he chuckled softly as he pressed the head of his cock against her opening, before pushing it in slowly. Juuhachi moaned, and looked up at him, still with a semi-glare.
“There…you…go….again!” she panted at him, the combined efforts of taking Goku’s full length (and width) and talking beginning to take its toll on her. The saiyajin just smiled as he continued his entry.
About two hours or more later, Juuhachi’s screams of pleasure rang out through the four bedroom house.
After that, they fell asleep in each other’s arms, as they always did every night for the past two years. They were peaceful, and they were content.
And that was all they wanted or needed right now.
~~~~~~~~~~
It was about five hours after she had left Mt. Paozu when Pan found herself above a snowy mountain range, shivering from the cold. Apparently, Android 24 had chosen this place because he knew many would be unable to find him through the driving wind and the billowing ice crystals that were characteristic of a winter storm.
It took her sometime, and she turned up almost nothing. The harsh temperature was beginning to get to her, and if she didn’t find shelter soon, she’d probably end up freezing to death.
It was during her forth pass over the mountains that she spotted a small cabin nestled on the right side of one of the craggy peaks. With nothing else to lose, the young woman landed in front of the structure and knocked on the door as loud as she could. As she waited, she rubbed her arms, trying to keep the blood circulating.
~~~~~~~~~
At first the Jinzoningen thought he was hearing things. Then he determined something rather important.
One: He was the most advanced cyborg known to man (at least, in this small area he was), and wasn’t capable of auditory delusions.
Two: That was DEFINITELY a knock at his door.
So, with some small muttering under his breath, the dark-haired man stood up from his chair, and walked over to the door.
He opened it, and found himself speechless.
There, standing on his doorstep (as it were), was Son Pan, nearly half-frozen to death. Her eyes went wide when she saw his face, but then they lit up with a child-like joy.
Finally he convinced his voice box to work.
“Are you going to come in, or would you rather freeze to death?” he asked, sarcasm heavy in his voice as he motioned for the demi-saiyajin to get out of the cold. Mostly so he could close the damned door and get back to his sitting down……and maybe find out why she chose this moment to re-enter his life.
TBC…………………………
A/N: Well, let me know what you thought. All reviews accepted, along with suggestions. And it gets more lemony as it pesseesses, in case anyone asks. ^_^