Much Like Suffocating | By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4298 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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WARNINGS AND DISCLAIMERS:
A.
If I owned the show (DBZ), dha tha think you’d be watching the smut
instead of just reading it? (Insert
standard disclaimer here: I don’t own
Vegeta, Goku, (any other characters mentioned herein) or the show they came
from DBZ DBGT or just plain DB.)
B.
ALL RIGHTY. *rubs hands
together and looks up terms for the list of warnings: * Sadly, this is AU, but folks, don’t run away
already screaming. You can read
it. I swear It’ll be chocked full of
lemony goodness. LEMONS (Not talking
about the fruit here, either. I’m
talking about the sex ones; although how did it come to be a ‘lemon’
anyway?) Homosexuality (er…duh.) pan>pan>Also (warnings I’ve never used before!
Gasp): bondage, shady professions, and
graphic descriptions. (Hopefully
graphic anywho.) Also, dirty language
doubtlessly. DARK. BADNGS NGS HAPPEN HERE FOLKS.
C.
As always I strive to keep folk in character even when they are not
‘themselves’ in the canon-sense. If
you’re reading this and you’re lihey hey are so not in character, give it a
chappie or two and see if you still think that.
I tried very hard not to write this. I batted it down and tried to starve the
bunny (the plot bunny) until it went away.
And you see how far that got me.
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Bulma
woke up the next morning to the smell of fire and meat and had to blink and
grab her boobs—had the feeling that they were uncovered, and upon looking,
found that she was correct in this thought—before she sat straight up and
looked arouspanspan style="mso-spacerun: yes"> This. Was not the ship. This was a cave. A rather
plain cave, actually. That was rough on
all the edges, and had only a little pool of water, a couple of very large webs
and, as she turned around to see where the smell of fire was coming from, a
huge ass opening that was covered with spider-generated webby-stuff.
First
things, first, though, she really needed something cover her nakedness. Krillin was still sleeping—little bastard
that had made her sleep when she didn’t want.
Just wait until he woke up, she was going to kick him in the balls—as
was Gohan. But the others, they were
awake. And it was that murdering
bastard that came in the cave first to find her. Gave her a strange shake of his head, climbed up a set of steps
she would never even have seen—they curled up the side of the cave and
disappeared into what she assumed to be a room above them.
When
he returned, he handed her clothes. A
pair of baggy pants and a shirt that was much too big. “I know their man clothes, so give me a
break, alright. They’re clean, they’re
too small for me, and they’ve all got holes cut for you tail.” Then he gave her another shake of his head
and left her to change. Stopped just as
he reached the door. “Stay out of the
upstairs.”
So
she was getting dressed in front of the sleeping men. Great. A free strip
show! (Not that she hadn’t been
sleeping in just a sheet and probably giving everyone one hell of a peep show
the whole night anyway, but any excuse to hate the murderer was a good excuse
to her.) She wrapped her tail around
the ripped and dirty sheet, held it on as she pulled the pants on—this was made
only slightly difficult because getting your paws (yes, she had paws for feet,
after all she was a fucking cat) through pants designed for was was not the
easiest thing—and then—upon buttoning those—she pulled the overly large shirt
on, dropped the sheet on the floor, and thought that she must look like a
man. A tom-boy certainly.
How
annoying.
But
they were clothes; none of her ‘private’ areas were showing… WAS THAT BOY GRINNING AT HER? She stared down at Gohan who was smiling in
his sleep and she kicked him in the stomach.
He laughed then.
“I’ll
kill you for this,” She said. Crossed
her arms over her chest.
“Aw,
not my fault,” he said—his head had finally stopped bleeding. “Besides,” he said as he crawled to his
feet, “You’re hot. You know it.”
That
she did. Gave him a smug grin and
turned away from him, waved her tail back and forth and slipped out under that
nasty webby-door crap that led to the outside.
~~~***
It
was gone. Vegeta didn’t want to tell
Goku that—not right away anyway—but the feeling that he had to touch something
or someone or die was gone. It had left
the night before—all at once when he had pushed Goku over onto his back and
looked at him. It was gone. The burn and the itch had just left. Sluiced off his skin like the thoughts…
(Cry. Bleed.
Pretty, isn’t he?)
…Bled
out of his mind. It was gone; whatever
had kept him yearning for the touch had been on that ship with those depraved
thoughts. But it was gone now, and what
was left was his own mind, his own body, the disconcerting feeling that he
wasn’t so sure he preferred this to the alternative. The other, the fog of his mind and the burn of his skin, that
allowed him time to remember what it felt like to be himself again. But this sudden snap back into reality left
him wondering just what the hell he was going to do now that he was paired up
with his murdering half-brother that hated Bardock so much that he was willing
to align himself with a mismatched group of social outcasts. Except Krillin, who was not an outcast,
because Juro did not ‘outcast’ its people, but he could never return home
because he believed himself to have committed crimes.
He
was suddenly deprived of the blanketconfconfusion and faced with the
facts. Ten years of his life were
gone. Most of those ten years had been
devoted to being a mindless whore. His
tail was gone and could never be brought back—what sort of King of Saiyans had
no tail? Freiza had used him and
Bardock had sold him, and he had vowed revenge on them both. Didn’t even know if they were together or
separate; had no idea how he was going to defeat them. He had no ability, no special power level or
half-breed abilities. No tail. No fucking muscles anymore.
So, here he was, given back his life, handed the loyalty of a
Saiyan who was radiating energy like a fucking sun—how had he not noticed this
before?—with the rest of them hanging around bearing talents that would more
than certainly be enough to overpower Bardock.
Except,
they needed a leader. That leader would
have to be him. Except, they didn’t
trust each other.
Great.
What
a mission.
And
if that wasn’t enough. His father was
dying and if he didn’t get to the throne before he did die, than not only would
he never be able to see his father again, he would lose his right to the
throne. Bardock could claim it, and
then he would have to fight him for it. After all, spending ten years as a whore did not give you muscles
in any part of your body that let you fist fight one of the most powerful
warriors in the universe.
“Food’s
done,” Trunks said. Speared one of the
animals he had caught in his trap and lifted it out of the fire. Sat down one of the two rocks that sat
around the fire pit. Vegeta watched his
eyes flood black and Trunks tipped his head to one side—that had to be some
sort of special Spider ability, the tilting head thing—and blew across the top
of thell bll burning meat. It cooled
down, and Trunks blinked his eyes, changed them back to blue and bit into the
food.
“Great;
what are the rest of us supposed to do?” Gohan—Goku had told him his
name—demanded.
YES! *sob * YES I
am! On my 2000 taxes I claimed an
adopted child!~ I don’t have a…
Vegeta: *smacks
him * Would you be serious for just a
few minutes?
Trunks: No
wonder I have to be the bad-ass one.
Goten: Just
wondering, when am I going to show up?
Gk: *sniffle
* So if we weren’t talking about taxes,
what were we talking about?
Jaygoose:
*pats
her on the head * All will soon be
revealed dear.
Macha:
You
know, she was kicked out, but like she said its because she was a bitch. And only for a little while. So, as soon as she finishes inflicting her
bitchyness on the world, the spiders will probably take her back.
And
that was a ‘leftover’ from the ship.
All that will be explained (not in the next few chapters) but soon.
Setharo07:
That’s
right. Can’t have Trunks without his
second half (in my opinion, that is.) Be
patient. There will be more. (I have about eight more chapters finished,
sheeesh. So there is PLENTY more.)
*sighs *
Have to go work on Pride chapter now.
(dumb thing won’t do what I want.)
Tootlies!~
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