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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
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 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
- 23-24
- 14
- 15
- 16
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 was pampering him
again. Whics ths the natural order of
things, and he liked it very much.
Leaned back against the mountain of pillows and held his daughters as
they ate. Let his mate feed him chocolate
icing and peanut butter. Waited for his
siblings to find their way into the room again so they could coo at the
newborns and mumble about how adorable the little girls were. It had been almost two hours after the
little ones were born before he had let anyone besides the parents near his
daughters. But finally, Bardock had
come and seen them.

Held
them and kissed their little heads.
Handed them back to Goten and promised that he was going to hurt Tanna
just for endangering his little nieces.
Bulla didn�t hold the babies, but she petted their hair and smiled. Purred sadly�and it didn�t take a genius to
realize that she was sad she would never have any. Takashi came in and petted Goten, told him the babies were
adorable. (That Nuala girl came in to,
purred happily for him, and she was starting to stink the smell of a fertile
woman.) Then the littles came in, last
of all. Crawled on to the bed and sat
on either side of Goten. Trilled for
him and the babies and told him that it was a good thing the babies didn�t look
like their father or they would be butt ugly. Trunks kicked them out, but it
was all good-naturedly. Gohan was last,
and he was the most awkward. Held
little Raine and watched her watch him, but didn�t say much of anything.

Goten
licked his lips clean of peanut butter.
�Tomorrow�s the fight, isn�t it?� he asked. Could feel the huge cloud of ki signals that were hovering around
the . �Yes.�

�Vegeta,
Dad and Bardock are fighting. What is
everyone else going to be doing?� Let
Trunks take Kaori when she fell asleep, and lowered Raine away from his chest
so she nestled in his crossed legs.

�Well,
I�m not sure. Everyone�s been
training. Takashi is even teaching
Nuala how to fight. I think Dad is
going to make them all go with him.
Except Gohan.� Now that Goten�s
hands were free he took the tub of frosting for himself and sucked it off his
own fingers.

�What�s
going to happen after we defeat them?
Is Bardock going to get control of everything �cause he�s going to kill
the Tanna bitch?�

Trunks
shrugged. �Bardock would know
better. He knows all the old laws.�

~~~***

She
punched him in the face again, felt him accept the blow, move with it, but
didn�t fight her back. Tears were
clouding her eyes, blinding her as she kicked him again, powered up, wanted to
strangle the very life out of him.
Loved the feeling of rage as it worked its way through her body.

But
he was finished, apparently, because his hands closed around her fists and held
her still. Let her struggle, and said
her name: �Bulla.�

And
she looked at him. Looked up at him,
and saw him just stare at her. Thought
that it was unfair she couldn�t even bruise him and he could break her. �Bastard!�

Bardock
didn�t look impressed. He never
did. These displays of hers were lost
on him, and he tolerated them only long enough for her to feel she had worked
out the frustration. But mostly, he was
her only challenge. The one person she
couldn�t defeat and couldn�t manipulate (besides her parents.) The only person she never wanted to defeat.

She
stared back at him, definitely. �Well,
aren�t you going to do it?� Hated
it. Wanted it. Thought that of all the things that happened
in her life, this was probably the one thing she had always waited for. Vegeta had told her that morning, caught her
as she was going out to train and told her that he wanted her to let Bardock
bite her and claim her. Explained that
if she was not fertile the other Saiyans would try to kill her. Because warrior women very seldom lived
through their male counterpart�s attempts to defeat them. Bastard.
Jerk. Asshole. That�s what her father was. Him and all the Saiyans that made these
idiotic rules.

�What
do you want me to do?� Bardock demanded, �It wasn�t my fucking idea. But if it�s this or you getting killed, then
Yes, I am going to do it.� He didn�t
let her go as she kicked at him again.

�What�s
the plan exactly? I can�t breed so just
mate me to you so there�s no chance I can ever find someone else?�

�Oh,
bullshit, Bulla. You never even looked
for anyone else. You never have.� He let her go then. Stared at her. Gave her that sneer that meant he was upset at her protesting
over nothing.

He
was right. She hadn�t looked. Hadn�t wanted anyone else. Always expected that one day she and Bardock
would end up together because that was the way they always were. They were the brood. The oldest and the youngest of the brood,
the ones that stood and protected their brothers. He was stronger, but she expected it because he was the older one
and the male one. Hated that she didn�t
mind at all the prospect of carrying his mark on her shoulder. �Are you going to do it?� she repeated.

�What
the fuck do you think?� He moved closer
to her, waited for her to attack him, and she didn�t. Let her arms hang at her side, dropped her gaze away from his
face. Felt his arms go around her, and
rested her head on his chest. Felt his
heartbeat and heard it.

Tipped
her head to the side and flipped her hair off her shoulder. He tightened his arms around her, lifted her
up higher. Sighed and held her.

�I�m
not sorry,� he said.

�Neither
am I,� she promised, closed her eyes when she felt his teeth on her skin and didn�t
make a sound when she felt her skin break.

** Goku
had refused to let his mate to step in and direct the mating decisions of his
children anymore. Because it was
absolutely no secret that Vegeta did not like Nuala. His sympathy for her died the moment she had kissed Goku. Now he considered her a threat and was not
at all pleased that this threat continued to live in his home.

But
that girl had attached herself to Takashi like a barnacle on a ship. Something needed to be said; someone needed
to ask Takashi what he was up to, what he felt about this situation and if he
had any intentions towards the girl at all.
Since Vegeta had handled Bulla and Bardock, Goku was going to deal with
the quieter son.

Found
him sitting outside on the bench. Nuala
was showering, and Takashi was refreshingly devoid of her constant
presence. (She was picking up a lot of
their language from his son, and now when she chattered she threw in words that
they understood.)

�Hey,�
Takashi said. Didn�t look at him.

Goku
stopped and wondered if there was a tactful way to ask this question, and was
saved from having to ask when his son said:

�No
I haven�t mated with her. Probably
won�t. Other than the smell, there
isn�t that much about her that I�m terribly fond of.�

And
he sighed. Because almost none of his
children had inherited his sense of forgiveness. (Or if they did, it did not extend past their family.) Nuala had done something unforgivable, and
it was that shred of pati tha that his children possessed that saved her from a
messy and untimely death. He saw the
violence in Bardock escalating endlessly, saw the annoyance in the way Bulla
sneered at the girl when she passed her.
Takashi was a blank slate when it came to emotion, but once he decided
something he generally stuck to it and the littles were concerned with their
own injuries. But they didn�t feel it
necessary to hide the fact that they were avoiding Nuala.

Gohan
didn�t seem to care about her one way or the other.

�Maybe
there�s someone with the Saiyans that she liked or something. Someone that isn�t an inbred idiot.� Takashi looked up at his father. �It�s not her fault that she�s this way.�

�Okay,�
he said, �That�s all I wanted to know.�
Looked out at the horizon, in the direction of the ship. Wanted to know who he was fighting
tomorrow. Knew that Vegeta had given
their oldest son permission to kill.
Knew that Bardock would make it long and bloody and kill her
screaming.

~~~**

Vegeta
came into their room as Trunks was going to find something real for them to
eat. He sat on the bed and looked at
Goten very seriously. Stayed completely
silent for a long moment.

�I
need to know where the females and the young are.�

Goten
blinked. Tried to imagine what sort of
migraine that level of focus was going to give him.

�And
how many of them there are.�

Wow. He had a feeling that blinding was not going
to be an adequate enough adjective to add on to migraine. He was probably going to pass out from this. But he nodded nonetheless. �Could you hold them?� he asked. Waited as his daughters were taken by the
Prince, made sure they were safely wrapped up in his ki, and then crossed his
legs tighter, let his arms go lax at his sides. Closed his eyes.

Concentrated. Focused on what the young and the females
felt like. F one one near the edge of
the ship. And then, broadened his
senses, took in the numbers of them, sank down into the depths of the ship. Felt his lungs get tight and his head
started to throb.

Shit. It fucking hurt.

Kept
his senses widened, searched for more.
Found little half-signals like people were dying. Felt tears in his eyes and they burned away
as they fell down his cheeks. Didn�t
count those half-signals. Knew that he
was probably whimpering, but couldn�t hear anything as blood strummed in his
ears.

And
then, he reached the end, found the deepest pit of the ship, and opened his
eyes, felt blood slipping down from his nose, and collapsed into the pillows,
and forced himself to keep breathing.
Panted and fought for breath through his tightened throat. Became distantly aware that Trunks was
there, felt his fingers on him.

Touched
his fingers to the blood on his lip.
�Sixty young ones,� he said, �Thirty women.�

�Thank
you,� Vegeta said. He let his son clean
Goten�s face, and trill for his mate.
Held their children as Goten curled up into Trunks and closed his eyes,
felt the headache caving in, felt darkness covering him, and wanted to stay
awake, but the headache was getting deeper, and he couldn�t keep his eyes open.

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

Tomorrow
is the battle.

Goten:
Man. I passed out again.

Trunks: What
was that for?!

Vegeta: You
will see.

Takashi:
Hey! I�m getting dimensions.

Vegita & Kakarot: We�re not.

Nuala:
Doesn�t anyone like me?

Jaygoose:

Weird
folks. Everyone�s happy that its girls.

Getarian:

Yep;
Goku cracked his pelvic bone. I didn�t
put a lot of emphasis on it, but he did have four kids and his hips are made
for birthing, so logically he had to have at least hurt his hips. Goodness, thanks for the review. Always makes me nice and cheery when you
review.

Luna:

My
computer is always in use on Sundays (not by me!) So (sadly) I wouldn�t have noticed that your review was late or
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