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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.)

~~~***

They convened in the
kitchen. One very bloody Bardock. One sullen Kakarot. One very serious Prince. Two mildly offended littles. Pissed off Bulla. Takashi (who showed very little of his real emotion.) And Gohan.
Bulma had gone to the lab with Trunks, Goten and the girl with no name.

All
the Saiyans regarded each other.

“Three
days,” Goku said, “Do you think they’ll come up with a way to win in three
days?”

Goten
woke up to the girl singing. Felt her
hands on his stomach, lightly rubbing in endless circles, and that was nice,
but it made him feel very lethargic as he opened his eyes and saw Trunks. And Bulma, taking his blood. Blinked and tried to speak, found that his
exhaustion was all encompassing and his muscles did not want to cooperate. “What happened?” he managed after endless
moments of attempting.

“Not
much,” Trunks told him, “You weren’t asleep for very long.”

Goten
blinked again and saw Bardock standing in thorwaorway. Saw the blood on his face, and thought of
Gogeta and how Gogeta’s ki was gone now.
Knew that blood belonged to his brother, and had to know what had
happened. So he gathered up all his
energy and managed out a bare: “Bardock.”
Spared a moment to hope Trunks didn’t get the wrong idea, but his mate
didn’t. He stood up, kissed his
forehead and went to get Bardock.

And
the oldest of the brood came. Sat in
the chair next to Goten, and looked at him.
Dark eyes looked at his for a moment and then down, at his hands. Let his head droop—for the first time that
Goten could remember. Sighed.

“Happened?”
was all Goten could manage to get out.
He listened to the girl’s song, how sad it was and wondered what she was
singing about.

Bardock
cleared his throat. Sighed. Kept staring at his bloody hands. “I didn’t kill him. I wanted to.” A pause, a brief glance at Goten—who was now looking at his
brother out of thinly slitted eyelids.
“You know that Mom went to Gogeta first this morning… Well, those fuckers got to him. Gogeta doesn’t talk. He hasn’t since he was little. But,” a swallow, a look in his eyes that was
something like pain. A film of tears
were in Bardock’s eyes for the very first time, and more than that—so much
more—there was rage that turned the edges of his ki black like Vegeta’s. “They broke him. When I got there, I found him trying to kill himself. I wanted to kill him. And he…
He begged me to. On his hands
and his knees. He begged. And cried and begged.” He grit his teeth together. “I wanted to rip him apart and spread him
out across the whole universe, to make him pay for letting them take Bulla and
the littles. But… I didn’t.
I just held him. He tore himself
apart, and I held him as he died. As he
begged me to kill him.” A curling of
bloodied fists and Bardock looked at Goten, and the expression softened. “But you should be sleeping, chibi. You’ve got babies to think of.” He stood up, kissed Goten’s cheek, and as he
tried to turn away, Goten grabbed his wrist.

“Kill
the bitch,” he whispered. Then his eyes
fluttered closed and he was asleep once more.

~~~**

It
was the Prince that finally came to get her.
Speaking her language—no, his language, because he was the Prince and
she was just his subject. Told her to
leave the pregnant one to his mate, and she followed him outside. Watched him turn to face her, cross his arms
over his chest. Bowed before him, and
waited for him to speak.

“Where
are they from?”

She
curled her hands into fists, gathered up all her hate. Every moment of her life that she could
remember, she pulled it all up tight inside of her until she was shaking from
it. Until she could remember the feel
of every single man that had ever used her.
See and hear them as they took her babies and slaughtered them and
gorged on their blood. As she saw that
Tanna bitch, endlessly laughing.
Remembered the scars on her thighs and knew that the Prince could see
them because she was given only enough cloth to cover the essentials before she
had been gotten rid of. “They are the
scattered ones,” she ground out, “Those that were banished. Those that survived. Tanna’s the daughter of a weak one.”

“That
leaves only one,” she retorted. Waitfor for his reply, watched him watch her.
Wondered if he could see what she had seen so very clearly. Knew that if he was the father that he
probably did.

“Yes. It does.
But Takashi isn’t a bad choice.”

She
didn’t say anything. Didn’t care. Wanted to go back to…Goten? And help him. Keep him calm and comforted because in three or four days he
would probably give birth. And she
could tell just by the smell around him that the babies would not live. They were too young.

“Hey,
‘Geta,” that was the one that had rightfully won her. The warrior that had stood next to the Prince and had followed
his wordless commands. He was taller
than all the rest of them. Smelled
differently than all the men she had ever known. And he moved and spoke un any any Saiyan she had ever known. Talked to the Prince, and the Prince spoke
back to him in their language.

“I
will not mate with him,” she said finally.
“He is younger than I am. There
are better females for him.” Held her
head up. Knew that this was a fruitless
argument. Knew that if she didn’t chose
a mate, her fertility would attract the idiots again. Would make her a target again.

“How
many more females are there?”

“Many,”
she said, “Tanna hides them. Rewards
her finest warriors by allowing them to do as they please with them.”

He
spoke with his warrior again. Then
looked at her. “You will have to mate
soon. You have three days.”an>

She
felt a b pan panic settle on her. And
moved forward—forgot that he was a prince and she was just a worthless little
girl. Forgot that she had nothing to
offer him but a body that was worthless it had been so used. And said, all in a single breathe: “What
about him,” pointed at the warrior, “He won me, he should be the one to keep
me.”

And
if she thought an odd expression crossed the Prince’s face before, there was an
absolutely unreadable stone glare there now.
Instead of replying to her, he looked at his warrior, spoke with him,
and the tall one turned, looked at her, and then blushed the brightest red
color she had ever seen. He scratched
the back of his head, made a noise like laughing and spoke in a rush back to
the Prince.

“You
have no idea what you’re asking for,” was what the Prince said to her
finally—even as the tall one continued to talk. “He’s my mate.”

Well. That was completely un-fucking-heard of.

“Then
I’ll be for you both.” She said. Felt like a fool. A worthless piece of flesh.
Felt her pride stinging, felt anger at all those fuckers that had made
her worthless. Wanted to kill
them. “I’m strong,” she said, “And I
have many children when I breed.”

She
had the feeling that he was just repeating whatever she said to the
warrior. And the warrior stopped
talking so rapidly, looked at her and then said something to the Prince that
made both of them nod. Something dark
and full of anger. But not at her. Because the warrior picked her up, wrapped
her up in his warmth, covered her in his ki—it was so strong and so warm—and
started to purr. A deep, deep purr that
reminded her of so long ago when she had been a child. Heard the Prince saying something, didn’t
catch it, because she fell asleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~****

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Our poor Saiyans are getting propositioned
by a girl!

Gk:
Babies! Yeah!

Vegeta: No.

Jaygoose:

Yes;
you’ve mentioned you loved the story.
Yes the untamed one will mate.
And your assumption that Bardock killed Gogeta was not the best
assumption. (But you were supposed to
assume it nonetheless.)

Getarian:

Of
course it was ‘when’ his warrior won!