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Adult ++
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Unconditional Bonds II
Uncharted Waters
By Makota
Makota2112@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I don’t own Dragonball, Z, or GT. I am using these characters for my own twisted amusement and am not making any profit off of it. If you sue me you will be sadly disappointed as I have no money and that you wasted your own funds on blood sucking lawyers who didn’t even go to an ivy league university like you did. However, I would be more than happy to share my extensive loan debts with you. I am a generous person, after all.
Warning:NC-17 content later on, heavy S&M Sub/Dom. If you like your porn subtle then rent a Disney movie ‘cause you won’t find it here.
A child’s kaleidoscope.
Red and sparkle and swimming with white shell and gray catching the light...all swirling together.
Peaking through the ribbon edged ice forming new facets, dimensions.
The snow coming down...falling on the water, catching on her eyelashes.
Like a china doll, glass eyes catch the sun, crimson floating from her hair… like satin.
Suspended in a tube held up to the eye; turn her and maybe more will appear.
The scenery is always changing.
... I never knew blood could preserve such beauty.
Chapter I:
The Saiyan prince observed the lot before him with a disdainful eye. He was never the sensitive type, but he knew in situations such as these that a gentle touch was called for. Not that there were any handy at the moment.
“What in the hell is keeping that green bean?” he muttered under his breath.
Gohan and his family were gathered closely together in one of the many alcoves of the Lookout. Videl held their weeping daughter Pan, dabbing at her own flow tears with the sleeve of her coat. Her sobs racked her small frame, causing the girl in her embrace to cry even harderhan han had his arm around the pair trying to keep a strong demeanor, but Vegeta saw the young man’s lips quivering.
Not too far from them, Krillen sat on the ledge next to his own daughter speaking quietly to the girl explaining the situation. 18, who always stood semi-aloof, wore a solemn expression on her ageless face. The warrior android seemed to be the least emotional out of the group, and for that, Vegeta was thankful. His own ex-mate was openly sobbing, and his son was attempting to duly console her and his best friend Goten, although he himself was visibly shaken.
Finally Kakarott—or Goku, as the idiot wonder liked to be called—sat in the middle of all of them. Yamcha was crouching in front of him attempting to coax out a response, yet he received none. Goku’s usual cheerful dark eyes had lost their luster and were currently staring out in the distance as if in deep thought. Vegeta of course knew that Kakarott was incapable of such a pastime. The glorified hero of the universe, pure-hearted good-doer, looked lost, as if he was unsure of himself.
Lost and defeated.
‘Can you blame him?’ a voice said in his mind.
‘Thank god! What took you so long? There are sobby people all over the place, and I don’t know what to do.’
‘What,’ came the reply, ‘and you expect me to do better with them?’
Vegeta’s first reply was to affirm that statement, however, his mate wasn’t the most sympathetic of souls either. So he settled with a dismissive reply,
‘You’re better suited at such things.’
Piccolo appeared overhead floating down towards his mate with a scowl, ‘Why you pompous...look, just because I’m not an emotional retard like you, doesn’t make me more ‘suited’ for situations such as these. I didn’t take a ‘Consolation 101’ course, so fuck off.’
‘I wish I could.’
The Namek landed with out a sound next to the Saiyan prince his jaw clenched and eyes resting on Gohan and his family.
‘Was it bad?’ The gentle tone in the tall man’s mind shook him from his reprieve.
‘Yeah.’
Vegeta grimaced then nodded. He felt his mate compose himself and watched as the green warrior made his way through the small crowd. He paused a moment before Goku and gave him what could have been considered a look of pity and a short nod to Yamcha before moving on to Gohan. He placed a hand lightly on the youth’s shoulder to gain his attention. At the sight of his mentor, part of his defenses crumbled and tears began to slowly erupt from his eyes.
“Is it...?” his voice was trembling. “Is it—?”
“Everything has been taken care of, Gohan,” Piccolo said as comforting as he could. “It’s safe for your brother and father to return home if they so choose.”
Not a second after his words were spoken, the sound of someone powering up and blasting off broke through the air. Goten had rocketed off the Lookout and was soon becoming a speck in the distance. Trunks went to go after him but paused to look at his mother. Her eyes were red, but she had ceased crying.
“Go on,” she said.
Needing no further urging, he, too, sped from the tower. Bulma stood and approached the group in the alcove.
“Listen, Gohan, Videl, this has come as a shock to everyone, especially your family. And if you would like it, I would be more than happy to take care of...” Her faced screwed up in a pained expression, but she caught herself and continued, “To take care of the arrangements.”
A small sigh of relief passed through the Demi-Saiyan’s lips,
“Thank you Bulma, that would be…greatly appreciated. I don’t think I’m up to it.”
“Not a problem. I’m glad to help.”
After a few moments, everyone took their leave, save for Goku who sat in the same position staring at the same spot in the sky. Piccolo approached him only once and told him he could stay as long as he needed. When Vegeta began to protest the Namek, cut him off with a look that broached no argument. With a deep sigh, the Saiyan nodded in consent and even went so far as to lead the broken man to a vacant room. Goku followed without a word, his eyes glued to the floor. After depositing his rival, the prince made his way towards his own bedroom and found his mate was already inside waiting for him.
“It took the authorities hours to clean up. It was awful.”
Vegeta’s eyes softened when he beheld his mate stretched out on the bed with an arm over his eyes. The smaller statured man toed off his boots and discarded his outer clothing and quickly crawled onto the bed next to the Namekian warrior. He put an arm his mate’s chest but was soon pulled on top so that his head rested under the Namek’s chin and his legs straddled either side. He felt powerful arms around him and closed his eyes in contentment, and when Piccolo began to speak, it was a low rumble in his ear.
“He found her like that you know.”
“Poor kid,” Vegeta said with a sigh. “But he seems to be dealing with it better than Kakarott.”
“How long do you think he’ll be like that?”
Vegeta shrugged. “Who can say? It’s early yet, but worse case scenario, he may never get over it.”
“How do Saiyans usually react when their bond mate dies?”
There was a silence for a long while, and Piccolo was beginning to think he wasn’t going to receive an answer when Vegeta suddenly spoke. “I don’t know. I imagine it depends on the individual.” He paused. “I don’t want to think about it.”
Piccolo sat up with the Saiyan in his arms. Vegeta regarded him with an odd expression. The Namek knew why the prince had been so uneasy earlier. Yes, he did not deal well with emotions or crowds, but more so, with his narcissistic tendencies, he automatically summed up the plight as if it were his own. His greatest rival had lost his mate, thus Vegeta pondered how he would react if he lost his. Not well, if Piccolo could guess from his agitated behavior. Of course, the Namek had no room to speak; he, too, after observing Goku, wondered what his own reaction would have been. He had to agree with Vegeta; he didn’t want to think about it either. He curled a finger under the Saiyan’s chin and brought his lover’s lips to his own, thankful for what he had.
Uncharted Waters
By Makota
Makota2112@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I don’t own Dragonball, Z, or GT. I am using these characters for my own twisted amusement and am not making any profit off of it. If you sue me you will be sadly disappointed as I have no money and that you wasted your own funds on blood sucking lawyers who didn’t even go to an ivy league university like you did. However, I would be more than happy to share my extensive loan debts with you. I am a generous person, after all.
Warning:NC-17 content later on, heavy S&M Sub/Dom. If you like your porn subtle then rent a Disney movie ‘cause you won’t find it here.
A child’s kaleidoscope.
Red and sparkle and swimming with white shell and gray catching the light...all swirling together.
Peaking through the ribbon edged ice forming new facets, dimensions.
The snow coming down...falling on the water, catching on her eyelashes.
Like a china doll, glass eyes catch the sun, crimson floating from her hair… like satin.
Suspended in a tube held up to the eye; turn her and maybe more will appear.
The scenery is always changing.
... I never knew blood could preserve such beauty.
Chapter I:
The Saiyan prince observed the lot before him with a disdainful eye. He was never the sensitive type, but he knew in situations such as these that a gentle touch was called for. Not that there were any handy at the moment.
“What in the hell is keeping that green bean?” he muttered under his breath.
Gohan and his family were gathered closely together in one of the many alcoves of the Lookout. Videl held their weeping daughter Pan, dabbing at her own flow tears with the sleeve of her coat. Her sobs racked her small frame, causing the girl in her embrace to cry even harderhan han had his arm around the pair trying to keep a strong demeanor, but Vegeta saw the young man’s lips quivering.
Not too far from them, Krillen sat on the ledge next to his own daughter speaking quietly to the girl explaining the situation. 18, who always stood semi-aloof, wore a solemn expression on her ageless face. The warrior android seemed to be the least emotional out of the group, and for that, Vegeta was thankful. His own ex-mate was openly sobbing, and his son was attempting to duly console her and his best friend Goten, although he himself was visibly shaken.
Finally Kakarott—or Goku, as the idiot wonder liked to be called—sat in the middle of all of them. Yamcha was crouching in front of him attempting to coax out a response, yet he received none. Goku’s usual cheerful dark eyes had lost their luster and were currently staring out in the distance as if in deep thought. Vegeta of course knew that Kakarott was incapable of such a pastime. The glorified hero of the universe, pure-hearted good-doer, looked lost, as if he was unsure of himself.
Lost and defeated.
‘Can you blame him?’ a voice said in his mind.
‘Thank god! What took you so long? There are sobby people all over the place, and I don’t know what to do.’
‘What,’ came the reply, ‘and you expect me to do better with them?’
Vegeta’s first reply was to affirm that statement, however, his mate wasn’t the most sympathetic of souls either. So he settled with a dismissive reply,
‘You’re better suited at such things.’
Piccolo appeared overhead floating down towards his mate with a scowl, ‘Why you pompous...look, just because I’m not an emotional retard like you, doesn’t make me more ‘suited’ for situations such as these. I didn’t take a ‘Consolation 101’ course, so fuck off.’
‘I wish I could.’
The Namek landed with out a sound next to the Saiyan prince his jaw clenched and eyes resting on Gohan and his family.
‘Was it bad?’ The gentle tone in the tall man’s mind shook him from his reprieve.
‘Yeah.’
Vegeta grimaced then nodded. He felt his mate compose himself and watched as the green warrior made his way through the small crowd. He paused a moment before Goku and gave him what could have been considered a look of pity and a short nod to Yamcha before moving on to Gohan. He placed a hand lightly on the youth’s shoulder to gain his attention. At the sight of his mentor, part of his defenses crumbled and tears began to slowly erupt from his eyes.
“Is it...?” his voice was trembling. “Is it—?”
“Everything has been taken care of, Gohan,” Piccolo said as comforting as he could. “It’s safe for your brother and father to return home if they so choose.”
Not a second after his words were spoken, the sound of someone powering up and blasting off broke through the air. Goten had rocketed off the Lookout and was soon becoming a speck in the distance. Trunks went to go after him but paused to look at his mother. Her eyes were red, but she had ceased crying.
“Go on,” she said.
Needing no further urging, he, too, sped from the tower. Bulma stood and approached the group in the alcove.
“Listen, Gohan, Videl, this has come as a shock to everyone, especially your family. And if you would like it, I would be more than happy to take care of...” Her faced screwed up in a pained expression, but she caught herself and continued, “To take care of the arrangements.”
A small sigh of relief passed through the Demi-Saiyan’s lips,
“Thank you Bulma, that would be…greatly appreciated. I don’t think I’m up to it.”
“Not a problem. I’m glad to help.”
After a few moments, everyone took their leave, save for Goku who sat in the same position staring at the same spot in the sky. Piccolo approached him only once and told him he could stay as long as he needed. When Vegeta began to protest the Namek, cut him off with a look that broached no argument. With a deep sigh, the Saiyan nodded in consent and even went so far as to lead the broken man to a vacant room. Goku followed without a word, his eyes glued to the floor. After depositing his rival, the prince made his way towards his own bedroom and found his mate was already inside waiting for him.
“It took the authorities hours to clean up. It was awful.”
Vegeta’s eyes softened when he beheld his mate stretched out on the bed with an arm over his eyes. The smaller statured man toed off his boots and discarded his outer clothing and quickly crawled onto the bed next to the Namekian warrior. He put an arm his mate’s chest but was soon pulled on top so that his head rested under the Namek’s chin and his legs straddled either side. He felt powerful arms around him and closed his eyes in contentment, and when Piccolo began to speak, it was a low rumble in his ear.
“He found her like that you know.”
“Poor kid,” Vegeta said with a sigh. “But he seems to be dealing with it better than Kakarott.”
“How long do you think he’ll be like that?”
Vegeta shrugged. “Who can say? It’s early yet, but worse case scenario, he may never get over it.”
“How do Saiyans usually react when their bond mate dies?”
There was a silence for a long while, and Piccolo was beginning to think he wasn’t going to receive an answer when Vegeta suddenly spoke. “I don’t know. I imagine it depends on the individual.” He paused. “I don’t want to think about it.”
Piccolo sat up with the Saiyan in his arms. Vegeta regarded him with an odd expression. The Namek knew why the prince had been so uneasy earlier. Yes, he did not deal well with emotions or crowds, but more so, with his narcissistic tendencies, he automatically summed up the plight as if it were his own. His greatest rival had lost his mate, thus Vegeta pondered how he would react if he lost his. Not well, if Piccolo could guess from his agitated behavior. Of course, the Namek had no room to speak; he, too, after observing Goku, wondered what his own reaction would have been. He had to agree with Vegeta; he didn’t want to think about it either. He curled a finger under the Saiyan’s chin and brought his lover’s lips to his own, thankful for what he had.