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Frosting Chronicles	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6894 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Frosting Chronicles
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- 3-3
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- 5-5
- 6-6
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- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-14
- 14-15
- 15-16
- 16-17
- 17-18
- 18-19
- 19-20
- 20-21
- 21-22
- 22-23
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Frosting Chronicles

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Sex.
Humor. Mpreg. Purring.
School bashing.

Set in the: More of Us universe. Wherein Goku wished to make more Saiyans and
accidentally changed himself into part woman.

I don�t own anything (except Bardock, Takashi, Vegita, Kakarot, Bulla &
Goten�s uterus.)

~~~***

Trunks would have stopped
breathing if not for the sheer rage he felt building inside of him. Because this cocky bitch standing in front
of them actually presumed to be stronger than them. To be more stubborn than them.
(And never mind the fact that she had a good fifty hulking guards
standing behind her.) She was neither.

�You
have no room to bargain in this,� Vegeta said.
He didn�t even pause in glaring at her to notice that Bardock had
stopped staring at the woman in murderous fury and started inching
backwards. Teeth bared, growling under
hreatreath. �The royal laws are subject
to review by the Royals. And seeing how
I am that royal your meaningless law is just that. Nothing.�

�You
would toss aside a hundred years of history because I hurt your feelings?�

�That
would be presuming that I have feelings,� his father said, �And I do not recall
anyone insinuating that.�

Trunks
watched Bardock turn, felt something inside of him that turned the ragged edges
of his ki dark like Vegeta�s was, and then he was gone. Speeding off. Goten grabbed his hand and whispered: �Gogeta.� And hadn�t that bitch just said that someone
in their family, someone older than Bulla had given them permission to take
her?

�Looks
like your sons don�t even stand still and listen to you bore them.� The woman crossed her arms over her chest;
let her bruised mouth bleed without wiping it clean. �Perhaps we should settle this as decreed by our
forefathers. A dual between two of our
subjects.�

�Bring
my sons out where I can see them. Give
them back to me and then we will settle mat matter of my daughter.�

�Not
good enough,� the woman snapped, �We need the breeding stock. We have no shortage of men, but we are
reaching the dangerous level of inbreeding.�

Vegeta
did not look impressed. Trunks wondered
why he didn�t just kill the woman, and then figured that if they defeated her
in battle it would serve as a rder der to all those that served under her that
she was a spineless bitch.

�If
your warrior wins you may have my daughter.
When my warrior wins I expect compensation.�

�Fine.� She turned, spoke that language that Trunks
didn�t understand in the least, and the crowds parted, one particularly
oversized idiot came to the front. Two
smaller, faster ones went back into the ship�presumably to get Vegita and
Kakarot.

Trunks
looked at his father as he turned his head just a few centimeters and gave Goku
a look. Of course he was going to use
his mate, because there was nobody in the entire universe that could surpass
him. Even Bardock, for all his fury,
had not reached the level of power that his mother had. Trunks moved back to stand next to his mate,
felt Goten�s hand fist in his shirt.

�He�s
found him,� Goten whispered to him, �I think Bardock is going to kill him this
time.�

The
bitch was back in front of them, obnoxiously arrogant and she motioned to the
two littlest, who were fighting their captors as they were being propelled
across the open space between the crowd of guards and them. �I have held good to my side. Grappa will fight you.�

�And
to whom would I be speaking now?� Vegeta asked. He didn�t sound like he cared in the least.

�My
name is Tanna.�

Vegeta
motioned Goku forward, stepped back, beckoned his two youngest sons to his
side, and they came, stood very still next to him, and growled low in their
throats at the crowd of Saiyans. Sons
of the Prince never took kindly to being treated like commoners.

�The
fight will end when one of them is no longer able to fight.� Tanna moved to her side of the field. Crossed her arms over her chest, sat down in
the air, crossed her legs and looked every inch a royal-bitch.

�Right
now,� Goten whispered to him, �Gogeta�s dying.
He�s everywhere, like he�s betorntorn apart. Something� Bardock�s just
getting stronger.� The hand fisted in
the back of Trunks� shirt moved, took his hand, pressed it to the small of
Goten�s back. �It hurts,� he said very
lowly.

Trunks
warmed his hand up with ki and kept it right there, felt the tightening under
his palm. Grit his teeth tight together
and turned back to face the battlefield.
Grappa was attempting to land punches (he could not kick because his legs
were too big) and Goku was effortlessly avoiding it. Tanna was yawning, tapping her long fingers against her lips.

Vegeta
cleared his throat. Goku turned, looked
at him, and then sighed. Caught the
next fist that came at him, held onto it as he started to kick, over and over
again, straight to the chest, the face.
Released the meaty hand, moved back, brought his hands together, charged
them up and then let the power release as he shouted: �Kamehameha!� Followed that with another flurry of kicks and
punches. Knocked Grappa down. Moved back.

Waited.

Tanna
was standing up now. Frowning and
cursing in her language. Pointing and
spitting at Grappa. Trunks couldn�t
understand it but the words had to be something similar to �worthless piece of
horseshit� because Grappa moved back to his meaty feet and tried to stand
against Goku again. Not for long,
because Vegeta made a simple motion with his hand, and Goku knocked the larger
one down again.

Fight
over. Victory to the Prince.

Tanna
frowned. Spoke in her tongue. Grappa was taken away. �You won,� she spat. There was another dividing of the crowd, and
a girl was brought out, gnashing her teeth and kicking arobarobably would have
been screaming if not for the odd looking device strapped to her throat. �This is no good to us. Bad breeding.� She grabbed the smaller girl by the hair and thrust her at
Vegeta. �Take it. It has no name, but she�s useful for carnal
things.�

Vegeta
took the girl, grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him, held her even as
she tried to bitm. �You
cannot mean that you will fight yourself,� Tanna snapped.

Vegeta
smirked. �Three days.�

~~~**

When
Bardock met up with them again�on their way back to Capsule Corp�his arms were
bloody straight up to his elbows. He
had blood smeared across his face, and he was shaking in unfulfilled rage
still. He moved past his mother and his
brothers and went directly to his father.
Stared at the girl that was still fighting against Vegeta�s grip on her
arm. �What�s that?�

�Hey,
Vegeta, you could let her go, you know,� that was Goku, standing at his mate�s
side. �I mean, you don�t have to hold
her like that.�

�I�m
going to take her to Bulma and see if the woman can remove whatever is around
her throat,� and then he looked at his son, �We won her. They fought for Bulla and we defeated
them.� Nothing was said of where
Bardock had been, or what blood was on him.
Nobody even asked. Or wanted to
know.

Goten
was wilting at his side, and Trunks cleared his throat, brought everyone out of
their own personal drama and turned their attention back to the most important
drama. His sibling and his parents
turned to look at him, and at Goten who was in his arms, head resting against
his shoulder.

Vegeta
narrowed his eyes and then sighed heavily.
�Lets go,� he said. And they all
moved much quicker, the little ones and Trunks in the middle of a sub-conscious
defensive circle. Vegeta leading them,
Bardock behind them. Bulla and Takashi
on either side and above and below them, Goku and Gohan.

It
took only a few moments to get them back to the Capsule building, and Bulma was
outside waiting for them. She stared at
the new addition�the female that was trying to jerk away from Vegeta, and kept
looking over her mostly-naked shoulder at Goten. She kept moving her lips and fighting the restraints that held
her hands together.

�What�s
happening?� Bulma asked. /p>

Trunks
carried Goten past her, heard Vegeta say a few quick sentences to his mother,
and didn�t pause long enough to listen.
Heard a sound of someone shouting, and then feet�bare feet�chasing after
him. The wild-looking girl was there,
raised her hands and shook them, motioned to them with her head and looked
desperate.

Goten
raised his hand, wrapped his hand around the small chain between the cuffs,
tightened his hand and crushed it.
Breathed heavily and even as Trunks laid him down in the lab�on the
table�he was curling up into a ball, arms on his waist, panting. The girl followed them, tore the metal
choker-thing off her neck, didn�t wince when it started to bleed and chattered
out something. Not in their languagep>

�I
don�t understand you�� Trunks said.

She
looked at Goten, waited for him to look back at her and started to breath. Three quick breathes in, one long one
out. Until Goten did the same. And then she pressed her hand to his rounded
waist, circled his stomach twice, and he went completely limp.

�WHAT
THE FUCK?!� Trunks shouted, grabbed her around the throat, shoved her up
against a wall even as she raised her hands up and shook her head, tried to
tell him what she had done. But he
didn�t understand the bitch and whatever the hell she had just done to Goten
had knocked him out. <
<
�Wait,
wait!� Bulla shouted. She grabbed
Trunks� elbow�on the arm that held the bitch to the wall. And turned to shout at their father. �Hey!
Dad! I think they speak the old
language!�

Vegeta
entered the room, started speaking in a language that Trunks didn�t
understand. But he loosened his fingers
from around the bitch�s neck. Listened
to her chatter back. Vegeta repeated
part of it. She nodded. And then his father turned to look at
him. �She�s not going to hurt him. We own her now.�

�That�st cot comforting,� Trunks said.

At
the same time Bulla snapped: �We don�t own anyone.� She looked at the girl. �Do you have a name?�

The
girl tried to move past Trunks, found that he was not going to let her move,
and turned to look at Vegeta, bowed her head, and then dipped down to her
knees. Chattered on in that language of
theirs.

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>Pixy:

I
would love to kile bie bitch. But,
alas, it is not so simple.

Getarian:

*Is
biting tongue to keep from spilling forth spoilers in response to all of
comments made. * All I can say is: All will be revealed in time. (About Gogeta & the �passive�yansyans.)

And
thanks for the permission to take some of your ideas. I might just do that.
Kidnapping is illegal, after all, but if you give me permission it�s
okay.
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