Ancient History: The Forgotten Past of the Saiyans | By : cueball2 Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 5023 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Vegeta exited the
gravity room from training and stopped just outside the door.
A new
day had dawned, the morning air fresh from the previous days'
rain. He had spent another sleepless night training
vigorously,
the battle still fresh in his mind. The defeat of Buu
by Kakarott and
his concession that the third class nobody will always be stronger
than him was foremost on his mind. He was awoken from his
ponderings
by a gust of cool wind across his sweaty face, his spandex drenched by
his exertions moments ago. The gentle moist breeze compounded
his
awareness of his erection, the spandex doing nothing to hide that
fact.
I awaken to the
alarm sounding that it's six
o'clock in the morning and time to get up, the morning light shines
through the bedroom window on the second floor of my house, blinking
the sleep out of my light blue eyes. Turning off the alarm
and
putting
on my teal robe and matching slippers, I head to the shower
grumbling obscenities, having heard the hum of the gravity room all
night. I turn on the water to a favored temperature, and
disrobe while waiting for the water to heat up. Looking in
the
mirror I notice the little lines on my face showing my age and wonder
how time has gone by so quickly; yet the father of my son looks like
he is in his early thirties.
As the steam
collects on the bathroom mirror, I am
brought out of my thoughts and step into the soothing spray of the
massaging shower head. Cleaning myself with body wash, having
just washed and rinsed my long gray-blue hair, I notice the little
scars on my breasts from the wild, passionate sex by which Trunks was
conceived some nineteen years ago. Rinsing off the the body
wash I realized that there was no mark from Vegeta resulting from the conception
of
Bra. Why I had not noticed before, is beyond me.
He was so gentle
then, he better acquainted
himself with the frailties of the human body. The only
reminder, was
the scar from the cesarean I had, when my only daughter was
delivered. I did
not want to have a natural birth on my second child. The pain from the
first was too great, bearing a half Saiyan 12 pound baby took its toll.
Having children later in my life didn't
help things much ether. Now the sex was practically
nonexistent.
Bulma turned off the
water to the shower, toweled
off, and went into her room furnished with a large, oak nine drawer,
dresser that had been a gift from Chichi and Goku years ago when Trunks
was born, a large king sized oak sleigh bed to match was a gift from
Bulma's mother. Getting dressed she put on her white
sweatpants
and teal top. Today was her day off and she was going to
enjoy
it. Slipping on her comfort shoes she headed downstairs to
the
kitchen to make breakfast while Bra and Trunks got ready for
school. Soon the smell of french toast filled the house as
the
butter on the bread began to melt.
Trunks and
Bra came into
the kitchen dressed for school
and sat at the kitchen table and ate their breakfast quickly, sating
their ravenous appetites, said
goodbye to their mom and left out the door. Trunks
flew off
to college and met Goten along the way, as they were educated at the
same facility.
Bulma finished her
breakfast and started to clear
the dishes from the table. She set the dishes into the sink
and
let the robot maids take over. As the maids did their task,
she stood and looked out the kitchen windows toward the gravity room,
only to see Vegeta standing outside the chamber doorin some
kind of stupor. Upon further observation, she noticed the bulge in his
spandex garment, and gave him a questioning stare once she moved her
eyes
back up his well toned body to his face. Holding that look,
she
walked out the kitchen door approaching him.
Bra was
now fourteen, smart for her
age, a freshman at Orange Star High
and being on her period, she wasted no time listening to all the shitty
pickup lines the boys threw her way. She was in a bitchy
mood,
and enjoyed every moment of it as the boys
eventually backed away. She smirked as she watched them
scurry
away, like dogs about to get neutered, if they came one step
closer. One had decided to grab her ass from behind and got
thrown into the other boys that were gathered to one side of
her.
She chuckled as they fell bowling-pin style onto the hall floor, glared
at them all and proceeded to class. Looking around, the only
boy
she felt attracted to was not present and thus sat at her desk with a
disappointed thump.
The teacher asked
the students to pull out their
books to begin class. Bra complied without complaint, her
mood
being improved by the "bowling practice" she had earlier.
History
class was as boring as ever. But the teacher caught Bra's
attention
when she mentioned the history of evolution. Bra was put on
the
spot when she was asked a very pertinent question.
"Bra, if humans had
tails, what do you think
would be their purpose?"
Bra
smirked. "They
would be
used to balance in the air when flying. They would also be
used
the hold an infant, if raising a child, to keep the hands free when
doing daily tasks. And to assist in the mating process. Last
but
not least, the tail would
have an odor gland on it to call prospective mates."
Bra said
this
with a matter of fact tone in her voice, and looked the teacher in the
eyes.
The teacher raised
an eyebrow and replied: "Well
Miss Briefs, that is an interesting theory. Anyone else have
any
ideas or care to comment?" The teacher said with an analytical stare
that made the hair stand up on the back of her neck. The room was
silent, only to be broken by a crude comment bye
the class clown.
"Hey sexy give me
your
tail." while he leered at her. Everyone except the teacher
and
Bra roared with laughter.
Trunks landed at
Gold Star University with Goten
at his side.Both hadbeen close friends as they grew
up
together. The recent flights on the way to school were silent. A subtle
tension had been growing between them over recent months.
Heading down the
hall to their own classes, Goten
said "Catch you later." Trunks nodded and departed to his
class.
He was well versed in science and technology like his mother and her
father. He was breezing through advanced calculus as if it
were
simple arithmetic. He waited for his teacher to show up, the
whole class did, he was late.
His
teacher was never
late to class.
When the teacher walked in he looked up and noticed wasn't his usual
teacher, but a substitute with silver wire-frame glasses brown hair,
blue-gray eyes. He seemed to only be about 5' 6" very thin, about an
inch taller than himself. His appearance was average but he sensed
something was unusual about him but couldn't put his finger on it. He
gave a second glance, 'weakling' he thought.
"Hello class, my
name is Professor Appuru. I will
be teaching your class for the remainder of the semester, as your
previous teacher has been in a car accident." The class
looked at
him in shock of the news that their favorite teacher was
injured.
"He is at the hospital in critical care, but is stable. When
I
have more news I will deliver it. Let us begin."
I came out of a
trance feeling watched.
Directing my gaze toward the kitchen, I noticed Bulma giving me a
'What have you been doing with yourself' look as she strode in my
direction. Putting on my neutral scowl, I crossed my arms
and
stood there. She standing in front of me, ran her finger
down my chest to my belly button, and down the underside of my erection,
as it was pushing against the cloth. Grinning she stopped and
stared eye to eye gauging my response.
In that moment, the
thought of Kakarott entered my mind as I relished the sensations generated by Bulma's
touch. But just as quickly as it came, I squashed it knowing
that it was the mother of my children that was touching me. Where the hell did that thought come from?
In that moment she
saw in his eyes, as if he was
far, far away and not even her touch could summon him back to
her. And that thought hurt. But she shoved it
aside. "Vegeta? Come I made breakfast... you cannot run on
adrenaline
alone. If you don't, I will turn off the G.R. for a month!"
"Woman I am the
Prince of all
Saiyans and I will do whatever the hell I
please!"
"ASSHOLE!" she said
and stormed
into the house, slammed the
door and shut down the power to the G.R.
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