Unnerving Discovery
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,359
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Unnerving Discovery
Unnerving Discovery
By Hellagoddess
Bardock sighed and whispered a hope out loud before looking up at the sky.
“Please make it lighter than before. Please…”
As his lips came together he looked up past the wind-twisted trees and the ridge of frost-riven granite, up towards the position of Vegeta-sei’s suns. Only they weren’t there. Stormheads rolled across the sky, cutting out the red sunlight, massing, churning, driven by winds that snapped and circled like a pack of wolves around sheep. Bardock made a small gesture with his hand. The storm wasn’t passing overhead. It had come to the mountain to stay.
Dropping his gaze, he took a steadying breath. He couldn’t afford to panic. The city lay a thousand feet below him, rising from the shadow of the mountain like a second, lesser peak. She could see the top of the King’s palace from here, piercing the storm with it’s iron spire. It was along way down with no ki. Hours of walk even. And he had to be careful.
Resting his hand on his swollen stomach, he forced himself to smile. Storms? They were nothing.
He moved quickly. Loose scree, bird skeletons and snags of wind-blasted wood tripped his feet. It was hard to walk, even harder to keep his balance on the ever sharpening slope. Steeps draws and creases forced him sideways instead of down. The tempreture was falling, and for the first time all day, Bardock noticed his breath came out white. His left glove had been gone for days – lost somewhere on the far side of the mountain – and he stripped off his right glove, turned it inside out and pulled it into his left hand. The fingers there had started to grown numb.
Dead trees blocked his path. Some of their trunks were so smooth they looked polished. As he reached out to steady himself against one of the hard, black limbs, he felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen. Something shifted. Wetness spilled down his thighs. A soft sting sounded in his lower back and a wave of sickness washed up in his throat, depositing a taste of sour milk in his mouth. Bardock closed his eyes. This time he kept his hopes to himself.
Wet snow began to fall as he pushed himself off from the dead tree. His glove was sticky with sap, and bits of dead leaves were glued to the fingers. Underfoot, the granite ledge was unstable, gravel spilled from deep gashes, and husks of failed saplings crumbled to nothing the instant they took his weight. Despite the cold, Bardock started to sweat. The pain in his back chewed inward, and although he didn’t want to admit it, didn’t want to even acknowledge it, his lower abdomen began contracting in rhythmic waves.
No. No. NO. His baby wasn’t due yet. Two weeks more – it had to be. He needed to make it to the city, to find shelter. He’d even held back enough coins to afford a midwife and a room. He would have this baby on his own terms, regardless of who the father was.
Finding a path through the rocks, he picked up his pace. A lone dami, one of Vegeta-sei’s more rare birds, watched him in silence from a nearby tree, it’s plummage dark and oily as a scorched liver. Spying it, Bardock was concious of how ridiculous he must look: fat bellied, wild haired, scrambling down a mountainside in a race against a storm. Grimacing, he looked away from the bird. He didn’t like how it made him feel.
Contractions were coming faster now, and Bardock found that it helped if he kept on the move. Stopping made the suffering linger, gave him seconds to count and think.
Mist rose from crevices. Snow flew in Bardock’s face and the wind lifted the cloak from his back. Overhead, the clouds mimicked his decent, following him down the mountain as if he was showing them the way. Bardock walked with his gloved hand cradling his belly. The fluid between his legs had dried to a sticky film that sucked his thighs together as he moved. Heat pumped up through arteries in his neck, flushing his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.
Faster. He had to move faster.
Spotting a clear run between boulders, Bardock switched his path further to the right. Thorns snagged his body suit and he yanked on the fabric, losing paitence. As he turned back to face the path, the dami took flight. It’s black wings beat against the storms current, snapping and tearing like teeth.
The instant Bardock stepped forward, gravel and loose rocks began running beneath his feet. He felt himself falling, and he flung out his arms to grab at something, anything, to hold him. The mist hid everything at ground level, and the third class’s hands found only loose stones and twigs. Pain exploded in his shoulder as he was thrown against a rock. Clumps of dirt and rocks bounced overhead as he tried desperately to break his fall. His bare hand grasped at a tussock of kati-grass, but his body kept sliding downward and the roots pulled free in his hand. His hip bashed against a granite ridge, something sharp shaved skin from the back of his knee as he tumbled over the edge of a cliff. His eyes went wide in shock, and when he opened his mouth to scream, snow flew between his lips, freezing the cry on his tongue.
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This fiction is written in two times...first it deals with past events then moves onto to what was like to call 'present day DBZ'
PLEASE review if you'd like me to continue...i mean...there's no point posting it if no-one's reading it, is there?
By Hellagoddess
Bardock sighed and whispered a hope out loud before looking up at the sky.
“Please make it lighter than before. Please…”
As his lips came together he looked up past the wind-twisted trees and the ridge of frost-riven granite, up towards the position of Vegeta-sei’s suns. Only they weren’t there. Stormheads rolled across the sky, cutting out the red sunlight, massing, churning, driven by winds that snapped and circled like a pack of wolves around sheep. Bardock made a small gesture with his hand. The storm wasn’t passing overhead. It had come to the mountain to stay.
Dropping his gaze, he took a steadying breath. He couldn’t afford to panic. The city lay a thousand feet below him, rising from the shadow of the mountain like a second, lesser peak. She could see the top of the King’s palace from here, piercing the storm with it’s iron spire. It was along way down with no ki. Hours of walk even. And he had to be careful.
Resting his hand on his swollen stomach, he forced himself to smile. Storms? They were nothing.
He moved quickly. Loose scree, bird skeletons and snags of wind-blasted wood tripped his feet. It was hard to walk, even harder to keep his balance on the ever sharpening slope. Steeps draws and creases forced him sideways instead of down. The tempreture was falling, and for the first time all day, Bardock noticed his breath came out white. His left glove had been gone for days – lost somewhere on the far side of the mountain – and he stripped off his right glove, turned it inside out and pulled it into his left hand. The fingers there had started to grown numb.
Dead trees blocked his path. Some of their trunks were so smooth they looked polished. As he reached out to steady himself against one of the hard, black limbs, he felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen. Something shifted. Wetness spilled down his thighs. A soft sting sounded in his lower back and a wave of sickness washed up in his throat, depositing a taste of sour milk in his mouth. Bardock closed his eyes. This time he kept his hopes to himself.
Wet snow began to fall as he pushed himself off from the dead tree. His glove was sticky with sap, and bits of dead leaves were glued to the fingers. Underfoot, the granite ledge was unstable, gravel spilled from deep gashes, and husks of failed saplings crumbled to nothing the instant they took his weight. Despite the cold, Bardock started to sweat. The pain in his back chewed inward, and although he didn’t want to admit it, didn’t want to even acknowledge it, his lower abdomen began contracting in rhythmic waves.
No. No. NO. His baby wasn’t due yet. Two weeks more – it had to be. He needed to make it to the city, to find shelter. He’d even held back enough coins to afford a midwife and a room. He would have this baby on his own terms, regardless of who the father was.
Finding a path through the rocks, he picked up his pace. A lone dami, one of Vegeta-sei’s more rare birds, watched him in silence from a nearby tree, it’s plummage dark and oily as a scorched liver. Spying it, Bardock was concious of how ridiculous he must look: fat bellied, wild haired, scrambling down a mountainside in a race against a storm. Grimacing, he looked away from the bird. He didn’t like how it made him feel.
Contractions were coming faster now, and Bardock found that it helped if he kept on the move. Stopping made the suffering linger, gave him seconds to count and think.
Mist rose from crevices. Snow flew in Bardock’s face and the wind lifted the cloak from his back. Overhead, the clouds mimicked his decent, following him down the mountain as if he was showing them the way. Bardock walked with his gloved hand cradling his belly. The fluid between his legs had dried to a sticky film that sucked his thighs together as he moved. Heat pumped up through arteries in his neck, flushing his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.
Faster. He had to move faster.
Spotting a clear run between boulders, Bardock switched his path further to the right. Thorns snagged his body suit and he yanked on the fabric, losing paitence. As he turned back to face the path, the dami took flight. It’s black wings beat against the storms current, snapping and tearing like teeth.
The instant Bardock stepped forward, gravel and loose rocks began running beneath his feet. He felt himself falling, and he flung out his arms to grab at something, anything, to hold him. The mist hid everything at ground level, and the third class’s hands found only loose stones and twigs. Pain exploded in his shoulder as he was thrown against a rock. Clumps of dirt and rocks bounced overhead as he tried desperately to break his fall. His bare hand grasped at a tussock of kati-grass, but his body kept sliding downward and the roots pulled free in his hand. His hip bashed against a granite ridge, something sharp shaved skin from the back of his knee as he tumbled over the edge of a cliff. His eyes went wide in shock, and when he opened his mouth to scream, snow flew between his lips, freezing the cry on his tongue.
*******
This fiction is written in two times...first it deals with past events then moves onto to what was like to call 'present day DBZ'
PLEASE review if you'd like me to continue...i mean...there's no point posting it if no-one's reading it, is there?